#reader’s pov unless specified

[thetriplets3]

happier than ever

tw: depression, panic attacks, alludes to suicidal thoughts, antidepressants

female pronouns are used. if you’d like me to start writing my fics in gender neutral pronouns let me know!!

When you spend years on end in an endless dark tunnel just walking and walking towards a light that seems impossible to reach, you get used to it and slowly finding that light seems pointless. It was like a routine, everyday was the same, black and white, bleak, lifeless there was no sign of hope.

When you’re in the dark for so long you adjust to it. That’s just how things are now, dark, you learn how to work your way through this dark tunnel. It takes a long time to truly realize how bad things are and even longer to see that it doesn’t have to be that way. Seeing a therapist was the first step and arguably the hardest, having to admit out loud you’re not okay and admitting you need help.

You’ve been by my side since the 6th grade. You’ve seen me at my worst and my best (which is not much better than my worst). You know me inside out, I’d go as far to say you understand me more than I understand myself. That’s why you’re the best boyfriend. The countless nights I’d call you needing to hear your voice to distract me from the panic attack I gave myself from crying, to stop me from letting my thoughts consume me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for putting all my heavy problems on you but you made sure to drill it in my head that you’d be there for me, no matter what.

You were a light in my life. Supporting me through everything and doing your best to help me get through this. When I told you about therapy you were so proud of me, knowing how hesitant I was to have to spill all my deepest and darkest parts of me. I told you somethings but never in detail, just vague explanations. After my first day of therapy, I came home to find you waiting on the bench on my porch with my favorite flowers. I scurry over to you, engulfing you in a big hug. My red, tear stained face showing how therapy went. You pull away from the hug and cup my puffy face in your warm hands.

“These are for you. I know how hard today was for you but you did it and I’m so proud of you. I know it might feel like it’s only making things worse but when you say all these bad things aloud they’re not apart of you, they’re in the open, slowly detaching themselves freeing up space in your being for things that are good for your soul. It’ll all be worth it, I promise you love” you reassure me, placing a gentle and loving kiss on my lips.

Slowly things started improving. Things were still in black and white but I have techniques to use when things get bad. I made a list l of things to self soothe, an item for each of the senses whether it be a comfort movie, your favorite music, the sweet smell of a candle, sour candy or a warm shower, it’ll help your mind to shift to a more positive stimulus. TIPP has been really helpful to me as well. Temperature, Intense exercise, Paced breathing, and Progressive muscle relaxation.

With the suggestion from the therapist, I started antidepressants. Not having high expectations for it to do anything, it was like a light switch went off, color started returning to things so vividly, smiling become natural to me, I could finally see all the doors in that dark tunnel. I no longer feel temporary happiness it’s constant now. The smallest things I never noticed before bring a smile to my face. It’s like I’m experiencing life for a second time. I was in awe of life. I feel at peace with myself no longer feeling like I’m at war with my thoughts. I was too blinded by my thoughts that I didn’t realize how much joy there is in simply just being.

Now that life feels less doom and gloom I wanted to spend time around the people I love without feeling like they needed to keep an eye on me, fearing that I’d do something. You and your brothers had planned a trip to the mountains for a little break after being on the go for work. You had invited me know how much I love the mountains and how peaceful I feel near them. I haven’t shared much about my healing process with you, fearing that if I say it aloud it’ll disappear. I wanted to make sure this feeling was permanent.

matt’s pov:

Pulling up to your house I smiled to myself seeing you all packed and ready to leave on your porch. Wasting no time you ran towards my side of the car. I step out of the car pulling you in for a hug.

“Get in the car I’ll put your stuff in the trunk. You get passenger seat, make sure to thank Chris he’s bitter about it” I say placing a kiss on your cheek.

I love seeing you excited like this it’s been a rare thing over the past few years. Heading off to the rental I can feel the excitement and happiness radiating off of you. I don’t know what’s causing this but I love it. I love seeing you happy. I barely was able to park the car before you were jumping out the door and running up to the cabin with Chris following close behind, like 2 children on christmas morning. By the time Nick and I got everything out of the car you had explored the whole cabin, eager for me to hurry up and join you.

We spent the first night just taking it easy and staying in. Nick and Chris have made themselves comfortable in the living room watching a movie. I had gone to get drinks for us when I turn around to find you no longer in the living room.

“Where’d she go? She was here like 10 seconds ago” I asked my brothers.

“Why am I supposed to keep track of your girlfriend? I don’t know where she is but she’s like a freaking quokka all of the sudden” Nick say not looking away from the tv.

Rolling my eyes at how unhelpful he is, I start looking around the cabin. It didn’t take me long to find you curled up on the little couch on the back porch. Hearing the door shut your attention shifts from staring off into space to my presence.

“Hi sweet girl, I had a feeling you’d be out here” I say making my way over to sit next to you. “What’s on your mind?” I question, pulling into my side draping your legs over my lap.

“Nothing really I’m just happy to be here with you guys. This place makes me happy. I’d love to move here one day” you say softly.

I let out a small hum in agreement. A comforting silence falls over us.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, I just want to say you look happier, like at peace with life. I can see the sparkle in your eyes, haven’t seen that in a while I missed it. I’ve noticed how in awe you are of everything, it’s special to see you find yourself again. You’re truly glowing the way you carry yourself you just exude happiness. You walk in a room and it immediately gets brighter. It’s not just me who’s noticed, Nick called you a quokka because you’ve of how happy and energetic you are”

“A quokka? I can’t tell if he meant that as an insult but I’m taking it as a compliment. I am happier, I didn’t think it was noticeable to other people. I’m on antidepressants they’ve made a huge difference. I just finally felt like it was time I took responsibility for my own happiness and I’m just happy to be alive. You’ve helped me so much I can’t thank you enough for everything. I love you” you share.

“I love you honey and there’s no need to thank me it was you who did all the work. I’m happy you’re happy, you deserve it”

“Happier than ever” you correct me.

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ASKS: I don't really do traditional requests these days because I'm busy with WIPs, but feel free to come in my ask box with thots, questions, etc.

WARNINGS: Everything is NSFW 18+ w/ F!Reader unless otherwise noted. May have violence, dubious consent (dubcon), non-consensual (noncon), unsafe sex, and more. See additional warnings in individual fics.

!! Some of the older Halloween HCs have broken links, and idk why. If it's bold, it means I checked and fixed it. I'll make my way through all of them eventually.

Pedro Pascal characters masterlist

Boyd Holbrook characters masterlist

Scream

Masked ghostface unless otherwise specified.

⭐ Every inch | Every inch 2 | Every inch 3

fight flight or fuck blurb

Rat in a cage oneshot drabble

⭐ Prescott House Bed & Breakfast (Billy Loomis)

Waking up cold blurb

✨Road house - scream AU (Dalton x reader)

Texas Chainsaw

⭐ The Spread (3.5k) Tommy Hewitt x reader. "Heavy" on size kink 🤭

Halloween

Corey Cunningham Stories (CC)

A lift and two screws (4.5k words) - 2️⃣ 🥩

Laid back (2.5k) -  👤 💐reach-around HJ.

Laid back: V-Day Vibes (3.2k) 👤💐 🥩 🧎‍♂️ toy

Corey from the yard (3.8k) - 2️⃣💐🥩

Corey from the Yard pt. 2 (5k) - 2️⃣ 🥩⚰️

It's Halloween (babysitting w/ CC) (3.5k) ⭐ 🎃

Yet another rattle - FFM (2.7k) - ft. Allyson

Corey C. from the call center (4.5k) - 💐

Dominating Corey in a declining mall (2.5k) - 🧎‍♂️

Tighty-whitey workout, interrupted (2k) 🥩

You wear MM's mask in bed (1.3k)

Giving head while CC streams (900)👤

⭐Good behavior (7.5k) work detail 4️⃣

⭐Birthday Wish (2k) dominant bf

⭐Give In (4.5k) 2️⃣

Hot Topic

Scrapyard (CNC) 500

Rock Bottom (22k) 🥩 ⚰️ . Corey, Michael, Y/N. (Other stories don't use Y/N).

Michael Myers Stories

Corey leaves you with Michael (300)

⭐Michael makes them watch (1.3k)

Michael in Ambrose (2k) non con

The summoning (1.2k) ⚰️

⭐Skin Alley (1.5k) MM POV

Michael's Castle (3k)2️⃣ vampire!michael

Gravel Lot (1.1k) - Anniversary 💐

Gas station (550)

Knows you're horny (650 cnc)

Breeder Michael blurb

Reader w/ oral fixation blurb

Bathroom (M!reader)

Michael makes Corey watch

Obsessive Reader GN

Halloween Headcanons

Free Use (1.2k) 👤 🧎‍♂️

The Shape's Collar (900) 👤

Coming💦 (1.1k) 👤 MM, CC

When you're a screamer (650) 👤 MM, CC

Why it's hot when Michael drives 👤

overstimulating a squirter MM, CC

more Corey squirting HCs

Corey coming in his pants

Corey porn habits

Corey catches your self-pleasure

Corey period oral

Halloween drabbles, blurbs, misc.

Who's that calling you under the dinner table (Misc) txts CC

Frisky at the movie theater w/ CC (300)

COREGASM (600?) 👤

CC sounding like Leon in DBD👤

Corey's newest ring

Corey x You x Michael

reader nipple piercings & 2 CC

Corey nipple piercings

Michael x Obsessive! Reader 👤

MM dream / CC 📞sex & CNC

✨Corey x you x Michael u walk in

✨Michael & thighs

✨Michael Makes Corey Watch

Halloween non-Smut

Michael & Corey MBTI types (non-explicit)

1st date, Corey wants to leave with you 💐

Amusement park date 💐

Corey's new ring (100 word drabble)

Corey teaches you to drive (300 words)

Michael/Corey poll results

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Other Fandoms

The ghost - Mike x reader x Carmy

The Bear

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Triple Frontier

The Worst - Tom "Redfly" Davis x DARK!reader

Road House

Scream AU - Elwood Dalton x reader

New: ✨

Multiple smut scenes: 2️⃣,3️⃣ etc

Fluffy: 💐

Submissive: 🧎‍♂️

Gender Neutral or Male Reader: 👤

Gratuitous beef: 🥩

Kill(s): ⚰️

[aeor-is-for-reccing]

Established Relationship Recs!

This week, we have ten recs for fics that feature Caleb and Essek in an established relationship! Check them out under the cut, and as always - comment or kudos if you like them!

I shine only with the light you gave me by SkyScribbles (4533, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: None

There are certain things that an Umavi's son should not do, if he wishes to avoid his mother's rage and the disgust of his Den. Dancing with a human is most certainly among them.

Reccer says: The tension between the Umavi and Essek is incredibly well written, and I really liked seeing the machinations involved. Verin's spin on it all, as well as the wizard's conversation during the dance itself, made me laugh.

put your sweet lips on my lips by LadyOrpheus (15750, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Heat but not A/B/O

Essek has finally found someone he wants to share a heat with. Now if only his heat would get the memo

Reccer says: A+ smut, lovely characterization, and a rare non-omegaverse heat fic

where's the point in hurrying (when waiting feels so great) by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (4438, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

"You weren’t paying attention." That was Essek’s justification, delivered in a perfectly even and reasonable tone, when he entered Caleb’s study for the second time that evening, wearing nothing but jewellery.

Reccer says: A wonderful exchange of control between two wizards who love each other

memory in double exposure by hanap (11479, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek had a falling out. Essek visits Jester several times before things get sorted.

Reccer says: Not only is the shadowgast heartbreakingly earnest, but Jester and Essek’s friendship is beautifully portrayed. The progression feels so natural, and the ending is so satisfactory after the build.

small works of cosmic scale by mousecookie (2547, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is living incognito in Nicodranas and Caleb visits him after receiving an urgent message

Reccer says: It's cute and touching

Mitosis by queenbeetle (4325, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

caleb learns a new spell and essek is eager to push his limits.

Reccer says: SUPER hot!

Iridescent Hearts by onyxshinigami (4822, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Domestic Fic from Caleb's point of view. Essek is obviously up to something and Caleb is delighted with a little mystery. They have a home! They have 3 cats!

Reccer says: It's a light, fun read. A cute little mystery/surprise for both Caleb and the reader.

the firebird & the star by quinn_of_aebradore (293, General) Reccer's Content Notes: None

In the Empire, they tell a story. The Dynasty tells one as well, similar in nature. Reality is quite different.

Reccer says: I liked it!

dress me up, make it tight, i’m your doll by atlasarcana (15516, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb has been creating a wardrobe of body jewelry for Essek. Essek volunteers to model as a mannequin

Reccer says: Interesting kink and Very hot

in guidance and tethered essence by Allinna (2868, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek tries to bake apple tarts.

Reccer says: It's super domestic and cute, plus the way the whole cooking process is (essek pov) unnecessarily academic is really fun!

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Clothing!

[jazziwritesthings]

Missing You - Bang Chan

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,100

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: Miscarriage mention, angsty

All dialogue is in Korean unless otherwise specified.

A/N: Recently got into Stray Kids and needed to write some Channie, there isn't nearly enough. Also, Part 2?

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Your POV

Screaming filled your ears as you watched the boys enter the stage. Your eyes immediately searching for your ex-love. He still held your heart even though he was completely unaware. The breakup was messy. You couldn’t stand all the hate you were getting just because he chose to love you. He didn’t want that and said stuff to fans but nothing seemed to stop the damage to your mental health. It became so bad that you decided the best course of action was to leave. That was the last thing Chan or any of the guys wanted. They all loved you and loved having you around. Not only were you the love of Chan’s life, you were the boy's best friend. You became part of their small family and had a place in each of their hearts. While you weren’t able to keep in touch with Chan as it was too painful, you managed to keep in contact with a few of the guys. That’s how you were here. Hannie had texted you as soon as he found out they were performing near home. He got you VIP tickets and everything. You told him that you weren’t sure you’d be able to show up. Never fully committing until about 4 hours ago. So here you stood. All dressed up waiting to see your family. It’d been almost 3 years since you broke up with Chan, and you finally followed each other on socials again, thanks to the guys.

As the concert ended a guard came out of the back and nodded to you. Making sure you weren’t spotted had become a secret skill you developed over the years. You made your way over to him and showed him your badge to identify yourself. He slowly led you around the darkness backstage. You heard them before you saw them. All just standing around. Hannie kept looking around hopeful, he was the first to spot you. “Y/N!” Before you knew it he was running at you and lifting you off the ground in a hug. You giggled as you hugged him tightly back, “ Hi Hannie.” Before your feet touched the ground the others were surrounding you, each calling that they were next to hug you.

After hugging all of them, only one remained. He hadn’t joined the group in running over to you. Not what you had hoped. They were all talking so fast you were having issues understanding everything. Then the voice you missed so much cut through the air, “ We should get back home guys.” He wasn’t even going to attempt to say hi? Your heart plummeted. Maybe you really had lost him. Thinking that you lost him completely devastated you, before you dated he was your best friend and he was the person you thought you were going to marry. They all nodded in agreement. You nodded your head, “ Then I better get going-” You were cut off, “ No, you’re coming to hang out. We missed you too much.” Surprised you nodded, “ Alright. Just like old times. I’ll drive and park a few streets away?” Hannie smiled at you as he nodded.

Pulling into an all too familiar parking area you put your car in park and turned it off. You let out a shaky breath not sure if your heart could handle it. Shaking out of the funk you got out and started walking. Luckily their apartments were super close to each other, same floor and everything. All of a sudden standing at their doors you weren’t sure whose to knock on. You used to be able to just use your key and go into 3RACHA’S apartment. You gave the key back when you and Chan broke up. Luckily you didn’t have to make a decision. The door to 3RACHA’s apartment opened and Changbin peaked his head out, “ She’s here!” He hollered back into the apartment before reaching for your wrist and pulling you inside.

Inside the apartment all the guys sat around in the living room, relaxing onto any furniture or the floor. It brought back so many fond memories. You noticed that one was missing and a look crossed your face. The look was noticed immediately by Hyunjin, “ He’s in his room. We hadn’t told him you were going to be there.” That made you groan, “ Guys!” Seungmin put his hands up in surrender, “ Hey, don’t blame us. He told us not to talk to him about you.” Your shoulders fell as your purse hit the couch and you crossed the room to sit on the floor in front of the couch, “ What?” They all nodded, “What do you mean?”

“ He told us you were a forbidden topic if he was around.” This news made your stomach sink. So he had no idea what you were up to these days. That broke your made up world inside your head, you had always thought that he kept tabs on you like you did him, but no. He couldn’t even stand the topic of you. “You okay Noona?” Your gaze flicked over to I.N. “Yeah, fine.” You smiled at the young Maknae across from you. A hand rested on your shoulder and squeezed. You covered the hand with your own smiling back at Felix behind you on the couch.

You spent the next few hours catching up with the guys, playing games and watching movies. One by one they said their goodbyes and headed to their own rooms within the two apartments. Finally it was just you and Hannie left in the living room. “Shit, it’s like 1 am.” Hannie said all of a sudden. “Crap. I’ll head out.” He shook his head, “ No, stay here. Like old times?” You smiled at him, “ I think I’m too tired to drive anyway.” He smiled and got up and left the room. He came back with 2 pillows and 3 blankets, remembering how you like to sleep. “Thank you Hannie.” He reached down and patted your head, “ Goodnight Y/n.” You got all the pillows situated in the way you liked and quickly fell asleep sprawled out on the living room floor.

You bolted upright, chest heaving, having a hard time catching your breath. You heard fast footsteps and almost immediately a light turned on and someone was staring at you. As your eyes adjusted you realized it was Channie, staring at you in just his boxers. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He ran a hand through his hair, “ You still have nightmares?” Letting out the inhale to a deep breath, “ Yeah. They never really went away.” He moved a bit closer, “ They were gone for almost a year.” You nodded, not trusting your voice. “They started again after you left?” A tear falling down your cheek. “ Yeah, uh, the memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie” The nickname left your mouth without even thinking. He nodded the memories of the aftermath flooding his brain. You hadn’t even known you were pregnant. Then the cramps got really bad, so bad that he rushed you to the ER thinking that maybe your appendix burst or something. They did a lot, but confirmed all the symptoms were because you were having a miscarriage. That was what broke you the most. The news that you miscarried was leaked and everyone was blaming you. It broke you so much you had to leave. You had to let go of the love of your life. “Y/n?”

Hearing your name in his voice brought you back, except this time he was right in front of you holding your hand and talking, “ Breathe. In. Out.” It took you a minute to recognize that you were having a panic attack. They happen a lot these days. Seeing him in front of you made you snap back into reality. You pulled your hand from his and brought your knees to your chest. A defeated look crossed his face. He shook his head, like he was shaking away a thought. Without a word he stood up and walked back to his room, leaving the light on for you.

Chan’s POV

He was sleeping soundly when he heard such a familiar sound that brought him right out of it. He didn’t even think when he got up and ran out to find the noise. That's when he turned on the light and saw you bolt up from the floor. He heard her apologize in that angelic voice of hers. Surprised at the sound of his own voice he asked about her nightmares. They were nonexistent during their last year together. That's when he heard the word. The word that was the cause of everything he loved being taken from him, “The memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie.” Hearing that name from her lips felt like heaven to him and he hated it. He remembered everything about that day and the weeks that followed were swallowed up with grief over something they never even got to celebrate. By the time he snapped out of the memories he could tell you were having a panic attack. Without thinking he rushed over and grabbed your hand in his. Your soft hands felt so nice against his, oh how he missed you so much. “Breath. In Out.” He found himself instructing you to breathe, must be muscle memory he thought to himself. You seemed to finally snap out of it. You pulled your hand from his and proceeded to make yourself as small as possible, but so far away from him. It felt like his heart broke all over again as you pulled away from him. He felt like he was going to cry so he stood up and walked to his room without another word.

Your POV

You never fell back to sleep after that. You stayed sitting there thinking and thinking. As daylight creeped in through the curtains you heard a familiar door squeak. A small smile graced your lips knowing they never bothered to fix Hannie’s door. “You’re up?” He said as he walked into the kitchen. You didn’t respond, only nodded. A few minutes went by before he was in front of you handing you a steaming mug of coffee. He lowered himself to sit on the floor next to you. “I had a nightmare.” You started without looking up from your mug. You could feel his eyes on you, prompting you to go on. “He came running to me.” This time you looked over to your best friend to see a look of utter surprise on his face. Hannie couldn’t tell you, but sometimes Chan would be calling for you in his sleep. Especially while on tour. But he felt like it wasn’t his place to tell you this. Shifting to face him, “I never told you what made us break up for good did I?” Hannie shook his head. Sure, the rumor of the miscarriage was heard but he knew if you were pregnant, you would have told him. He watched as you set your mug on the side table.

“I had a miscarriage.” The shock that he felt was indescribable.

“What?”

You pulled your knees to your chest before continuing. “I had a miscarriage, Hannie. We didn’t even know I was pregnant at the time. It got out and the fans, they were ruthless. I couldn’t take it and neither could he. I couldn’t stand to see how upset he was all the time. So, I thought the best thing to do was leave.” His heart broke for both of his best friends.

“Why on earth would you think that?!”

“SHH. Hannie.”

“No, why? It’s not like you stopped loving him, right?” The look in his eyes he was hurt, not only for you but for Chan and how heartbroken he was after you left.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, "Sometimes it's not that you stop loving them, but you know they deserve better so you let them go. Although it was for the best it still doesn't stop the ache in your chest. I miss him Hannie, so fucking much. And seeing him again brought it all back. I don’t think I can do this.”

You didn't know it but someone else was awake and lingering in the hallway listening to your confession to Hannie. Chan held his breath. He missed you too. So much that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Knowing you still loved him gave him the motivation he needed. He knew he needed to get you back, somehow.

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König (my beloved)

Smoke break - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, protective König | you are a bartender and your stalker creeps you out. König catches on and fixes the problem.

A glimpse - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, injured reader, a bit of pining on both sides | you get injured in a mission, and König feels he could've done better.

The sound of your voice - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort | Konig feels self-conscious when telling you about his current obsession, but his voice is like a balm to your tired mind.

Jealous König drabble - x reader

König comforts you - x reader

Cheater - x reader (platonic)

Alejandro Vargas

Choices have consequences - x reader | light angst, culinary crimes, mention of food insecurity | Alejandro made a passing comment about your food that you didn't like one bit, so you humble him.

"V" - x reader | pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk, marriage talk, you're both so smitten ugh | Alejandro and you discuss the idea of getting a matching tattoo instead of rings.

Are you looking for a wife? - fem!reader | fluff, injured reader, medical drug use, stoner talk | Whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

Heart-Stopping - fem!reader | tiny angst, fluff, medical innacuracies. mention of violence/injuries, pregnancy announcement, crack-ish | Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro. You may easily give him a heart attack, though.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

No better than a Victorian man - x reader | suggestive, Simon being a tease | You like to look at your lieutenant, especially when there's barely anything to look at

A bedtime story - GN!reader | platonic | you have no choice but to keep LT's secret for a relaxed, soothing sleep to you grave.

Ghost x chubby!reader headcanons - x m!reader

Tea - GN!reader | angst, hurt no comfort, character deaths | Last minute confessions.

Ghost x reader x Soap

Bird Hunting - x fem!reader | angst, hurt, kidnapping, drugging, sexual harassment, violence (warnings will update as series progresses)

Rotten Apple - x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, referenced past child neglect, abusive/narcissistic parents | Set after the events in BH | Sweetened apples turn sour when rotten apples are around.

Emotional Support Bird - x fem!reader | fluff, domestic, Soap and Ghost share a braincell | Canary rambles about a ln emotional support dog she saw at the market. Ghost and Soap have an idea.

Emotional Support Bird Pt.2 - x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort, Ghost x Canary centric - Soap is only mentioned here | Ghost has a nightmare, and Canary an idea.

Emotionally Supported Bird (Pt. 3)- x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | Canary knows exactly where to seek solace in the middle of the night.

Ghost x Soap x K9handler!reader

The Mission - x K9 handler!reader | fluff, K9 Dolly's POV mostly | K9 Dolly is sent on her first solo mission.

John Price

Salt and pepper - x gn!reader | fluff | The realization of age hung heavily on his shoulders. Luckily for him, you're more than ready to share it with him.

141 x reader

Lucy - x fem!reader (platonic) | crack | an interesting story behind the origin of Y/n's callsign.

Affectionate reader - x GN!reader (platonic) | fluff | headcanons and a little drabble on the Task Force receiving and enjoying your affection.

Affectionate reader Pt. 2 - x GN!reader (platonic) | angst | The team loses it's spark (you)

Affectionate reader Pt. 3 - x GN!reader (platonic) | hurt/comfort | it's the team's turn to show you affection

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[ms-unfortunate24]

NO THOUGHTS JS KEEGAN X MEDIC! READER🙏🏽🙏🏽⁉️⁉️ -💋

Keegan x Medic Reader

(Reader by default will be Gender neutral unless specified by requestee. First request making me giggle🤭🤭)

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

You spun around in your chair, bored, and not able to focus on the paperwork you had to fill out for your last patient Logan Walker. Being a medic for the ghosts meant constant work, there were almost no breaks for you or the other medical staff. Each medic was assigned to their own team, and you just by the luck of the hat had Logan, Merrick, Hesh, Elias, Ajax, Keegan, and Kick. They’re oddly such a lively group, always making jokes, and asking questions even when they’re losing blood faster than a running faucet. Almost every member had visited you frequently… almost.

You shot up out of your seat in realization and searched your medical records on each member, “Keegan…. Keegan….Keegan P. Russ” you mumbled to yourself as you found his file, he had absolutely no visits to you and it’s been damn near three years. You had a file, it had his name, his basic information like height, weight, and medical history, but, no visits to you. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking long and hard about this. ‘Has he been going to a different medic? No, they would’ve reported it to me’ you thought sitting back down and spinning in your chair. ‘Maybe he’s a robot? He acts like one… a big, cold, dumb piece of metal-’ your seat was stopped by someone’s hand, and you looked up to see the legend himself. “Researching on me?” He quickly asked looking down at what you were holding in your hands, “Uhm, just a check on your file- Any reasoning for your visit?” You asked, your cheeks started to turn a certain shade as you realized he probably watched you spin the for a good minute.

He nods and gets up from the hunched position that he was in to peer in on you. You scooted your office chair back slightly and stood up, “Well then, Sargeant Russ, if you could please take a seat on the examination table,” you said motioning your hand towards the table, he limped over and sat on it, that was when you realized his right calf had a nasty gash in it, you looked at the floor and noticed a small trail of blood. “Uh?! Did you like not wanna tell me about that?!” You said rushing to grab a cloth and some disinfected spray. “I didn’t want to interrupt the spinning intermission,” he said as you sprayed the wound and dabbed the cloth on it to clean anything that could cause infection. “So what happened?” You asked looking up at the masked man, “I was jumping through a window, landed wrong, a chunk of glass got my calf and now I’m here,” He said looking away from you, but he avoided coming to you for three years and probably had far worse injuries…. He then looked over, his icy blue eyes looking at you, they were so dull it was like there was no soul there, usually when you were to look at someone with his eye color you could see more than you would with people who had darker eye colors. “You’re lost,” he said, you snapped out of the small trance and scanned his masked face in confusion. “What do you mean?” You titled your head slightly, “You’re just lost, and I’m still not bandaged up,” he said reaching his hand out to touch your arm, guiding you a bit closer to him. “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” he says as his face is only inches away, the smell of his mask’s paint, a bit of his sweat, dirt, and men’s cologne filled your senses.

Keegan’s POV:

I pulled them in by the arm, “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” I said as I looked them in their E/C eyes. I went three years avoiding them, I was scared of looking weak, but every time the team would come back from their office they would talk about how fun Y/CN was, how they would joke with them, scold them, how just by them visiting Y/CN their day would just get better. It finally got to me and I decided to stop taking things into my own hands and let a professional look at me, I mean there were so many times I fucked up a stitch… being this close to them made me realize how much I was missing out, they’re just so alluring, I admired their face for a hot minute before they cleared their throat that’s when I looked away. “I’ll be sure to finish you up and get you outta here as soon as possible then,” Y/CN said as they flashed a quick smile, They got up to go grab the medical supplies. I looked around their office, It was a standard office with F/C colored decorations all around, I saw a framed picture of them and a man who seemed to be from years before they joined.

Normal POV:

You came back with the supplies needed to care for Keegan’s gash, It wasn't too bad, just needed some bandages. You noticed his eyes wandering to a corner of your office, Turning your head to see what he was looking at you saw a picture of you and your friend from a resort vacation. “I'm attractive huh?” you said, Keegan snapped his head back so fast your heart dropped He didn't say anything either, he just looked at you. You shook off his reaction and got to bandaging him, You heard him wince a little and then looked up at him “I'm sorry are they on too tight?” He let out a breath and shook his head. “No, I am curious though, may I ask something?” Keegan says looking at you as you finish the bandaging process. “Sure, ask me anything!” you said, looking into his file and jotting down some notes. He shifted in his seat a bit before looking at you, “Are you free next week? Same time?” He asked, you looked up a bit confused by what he meant. “Well, I’d be in my office at this time, why?” You said, your attention was now fully on Keegan. “I’m going to be injured same time next week, so be ready for me,” Keegan says, he stands up and walks out of the room. That had to be the weirdest interaction you’ve ever had with someone but you did get what you asked for and that was a visit from Keegan…

Next day:

You were heading to your office around 06:00, your vision was quite blurred from yawning, you made it to your office door jumbling your keys and opening it. Before you stepped inside you accidentally kicked something, you looked down to see a gift bag, it was light blue with a navy blue stripe that crossed it diagonally. You picked the bag up and brought it inside your office, nobody had gotten you a gift at work before. You see the card attached to the outside of it and you open it. ‘Thanks for fixing me up yesterday, I’m sorry for never coming to you before. I asked for your schedule and saw that you were free on Saturday, maybe we could go get some coffee, my treat- Sargeant Russ’

My number-> XXX-XXX-XXXX

You smiled and then looked inside the bag, it was a book, the one you’d been telling everyone that you wanted to read. Once you took the book out there was something else in the bag, it was a cute duck plush. You laughed at it, trying to decide if the plush was cute or childish.

(Yeah lmk if we wanna see that date or not.)

[astarioffsimpmain]

Masterlist

Hello, fellow Astarion simps! I write thoughts into condensed and cohesive ideas sometimes (not often), and I thought I'd keep them here. Feel free to toss in any requests or comments or incoherent screeching my way in my ask box! 😁 All I ask is that if you're a minor, please do not read or interact with any of my NSFW posts, and that everyone please remain nice and civil; no bashing, no hate, no direct OR indirect insults to me or anyone else, or any of the characters (unless it's Cazador; all my friends hate Cazador).

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Things I write:

Fanfiction (fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort)

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Who I write:

Astarion Ancunin

Gale Dekarios

Halsin Silverbough

Raphael & Haarlep

Enver Gortash

Shadowheart (coming soon!)

Wyll Ravenguard (coming soon!)

What I Stay Away From:

Non/Con in an established relationship

Degradation kink

Spit/cum swapping orally

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Fanfiction:

Astarion:

Consternation (angst)

Submerged in Devotion (smut)

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Gortash:

Persuasion (fluff/smut)

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Halsin:

Unsolicited Affections (Part 1 - Fluff | Part 2 - Hurt/Comfort)

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Poly or Multiple Companions/NPCs:

Cushioned Affections - Gale/Astarion/Tav (fluff)

Follow Me to Pleasure - Gale/Astarion/Tav (smut)

Headcanons:

Astarion:

Astarion finds comfort in your bosom

Halsin:

Halsin takes care of you when you're sick (but make it 1st pov)

[throneofsmut]

BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 4

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader

Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

A / N: I’m gonna try to post part 5 in a couple hours and i tried writing the readers pov a bit differently . So please let me know if this way was okay or not . 🧍🏻‍♀️

Every step toward the line of trees was too swift, too light, too soon carrying me closer to a fate I had tried to avoid. A fate I promised to avoid at all costs unless I had no other choice and now Feyre was involved. I didn't dare look back at the cottage. To look back at the family that had become the closest thing I had to a family.

Feyre and I entered the line of trees. Darkness beckoned beyond.

But a white mare was patiently waiting—unbound—beside a tree, her coat like fresh snow in the moonlight. She only lowered her head—as if in respect, of all things—as the beast lumbered up to her.

He motioned with a giant paw for us to mount. Still the horse remained calm, even as he passed close enough to gut her in one swipe.

It had been years since either of us had ridden, and Feyre had only ridden a pony at that, but you had ridden mares and stallions. Having always gotten along with animals better than people. Knowing the trek would be long, if the beast brought a mare, you motioned to your sister to mount. To which she responded with a look, as if to say—you mount—but you knew she had to be half frozen by now.

Grabbing her arm, pulling her towards the mare, “Don’t argue, Fey. Just get on the horse. I’ll be fine.”

Begrudgingly she climbed into the saddle. Shutting her eyes for a moment as she savored the mare's warmth against her.

The beast let out a low growl, which made Feyre’s eyes snap open, darting between the beast and you sizing each other up. “Get on the horse.” He ordered.

“No.”

“Get. On. Now.”

“I’ll be fine.” You challenged, holding his stare as he continued to size you up, noticing the way his nostrils flared once. Then twice. Narrowing his eyes before turning around and settling into a walk. Without light to guide us, I walked between the beast and the mare. If he changed his mind you’d try to buy Feyre sometime to run. They were nearly the same size. Neither of you were surprised when he headed northward toward faerie territory—though your jaw was clenched so tightly it ached and Feyre was stiff behind you.

Live with him. Feyre could live out the rest of her mortal life on his lands, but you. You were immortal like him. How long would you have to live with him?

Perhaps this was merciful — but then, he hadn't specified in what manner, exactly , we would live.

The Treaty forbade faeries from taking us as slaves, but perhaps that excluded humans who'd murdered faeries.

We'd likely go to whatever rift in the wall he'd used to get here, to find us. And once we went through the invisible wall, once we were in Prythian, there was no way for our family to ever find us. Feyre would be little more than a lamb in a kingdom of wolves. Wolves—wolf. But you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They just didn’t know it yet.

Murdered a faerie. That was what we'd done.

My throat went dry. I'd killed a faerie. And now I might’ve sealed my family’s fate. They might suffer the consequences because I went into the woods, trying to keep them from starving.

I'd never seen the forest so still. Whatever was out there had to be tame compared to the beast in front me, despite the horse's ease around him. Hopefully he would keep other faeries away after we entered his realm.

Prythian. The word was a death knell that echoed through me again and again. I wouldn’t have cared if it was just me but Feyre was here.

Lands--he'd said he had lands, but what kind of dwelling? Feyre’s horse was beautiful and its saddle was crafted of rich leather, which meant he had some sort of standing. I'd never heard the specifics of what the lives of faeries or High Fae were like—never heard much about anything other than their deadly abilities, appetites and secrets I swore to keep.

There were few firsthand accounts of Prythian itself. The mortals who went over the wall—either willingly as tributes from the Children of the Blessed or stolen never came back. Feyre and I learned most of the legends from villagers, though our father had occasionally offered up a milder tale or two on the nights he made an attempt to remember we existed.

As far as we knew, the High Fae still governed the northern parts of our world from our enormous island over the narrow sea separating us from the massive continent, across depthless fjords and frozen wastelands and sandblasted deserts, all the way to the great ocean on the other side. Some faerie territories were empires; some were overseen by kings and queens. Then there were places like Prythian, divided and ruled by seven High Lords — beings of such unyielding power that legend claimed they could level buildings, break apart armies, and butcher you before you could blink. I didn't doubt it.

No one had ever told us why humans chose to linger in our territory, when so little space had been granted to us and we remained in such close proximity to Prythian. Fools—whatever humans had stayed here after the War must have been suicidal fools to live so close. Even with the centuries-old Treaty between the mortal and faerie realms, there were rifts in the warded wall separating our lands, holes big enough for those lethal creatures to slip into our territory to amuse themselves with tormenting us.

That was the side of Prythian that the Children of the Blessed never deigned to acknowledge—perhaps a side of Prythian we’d soon witness. My stomach turned. Live with him, I reminded myself, again and again.

Live, not die.

Though I supposed we could also live in a dungeon. He would likely lock us up and forget that we were there, forget that humans—Feyre—needed things like food and water and warmth. I could live with a bit less than she needed.

Prowling ahead of me, the beast's horns spiraled toward the night sky; and tendrils of hot breath curled from his snout. We had to make camp at some point the border of Prythian was days away. Once we stopped, I would stay awake for the entirety of the night and never let him out of my sight so Feyre could rest. Even though he'd burned her ash arrow, I'd smuggled my remaining ash daggers in my cloak. Maybe tonight would grant me an opportunity to use it.

But it was not my own doom I contemplated as I let myself tumble into dread and rage and despair. As we rode on—the only sounds snow crunching beneath paws and hooves—I alternated between a wretched smugness at the thought of my family starving and realizing how important Feyre and I both were, and a blinding agony at the thought of our father begging in the streets, his ruined leg giving out on him as he stumbled from person to person. Every time I looked at the beast, I could see my father limping through town, pleading for coppers to keep my sisters alive.

Worse—what Nesta might resort to in order to keep Elain alive. She wouldn't mind my father's death. But she would lie and steal and sell anything for Elain's sake—and her own as well.

Sitting on the mare, behind Feyre I took in the way the beast moved, trying to find any--any—weakness. I could detect none. "What manner of faerie are you?" Feyre asked, the words nearly swallowed up by the snow and trees and star-heavy sky.

He didn't bother to turn around. He didn't bother to say anything at all. Fair enough. We'd killed his friend, after all. Yet, deep down in my heart, I knew what and who he was.

She tried again. "Do you have a name?"

A huff of air that could have been a bitter laugh. "Does it even matter to you, human?"

She didn't answer. He might very well change his mind about sparing us.

But perhaps we would escape before he decided to gut us. We would grab our family and we'd stow away on a ship and sail far, far away. Perhaps I would try to kill him, regardless of the futility, regardless of whether it constituted another unprovoked attack, just for being the one who came to claim our life—my life, when these faeries valued ours so little. The mercenary had survived; maybe Feyre could, too. Maybe.

She opened her mouth to again ask him for his name, but a growl of annoyance rippled out of him. She didn't have a chance to struggle, to fight back, when a charged, metallic tang stung my nose. Exhaustion slammed down upon her and blackness swallowed her whole.

“You used your magic on her?!” You Barked.

The beast whipped around so fast at the sound of your voice. Eyes narrowed, “What--How--“ He said under his breath.

Hopping off the back of the horse, you stalked up to him, “You didn’t have to use your magic on her ?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping ?”

“Your little tricks don’t work on me.”

He stood before you, assessing, then he huffed a breath. “Get back on the horse.”

“No. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” You asserted, moving to stand in front of the mare, making it obvious that you were going to protect your unconscious sister.

He shook his head, mane moving wildly with the movement before turning around and walking in the direction of the wall again.

****

Feyre awoke with a jolt atop the horse, secured by invisible bonds. The sun was already high. As she snapped her head to the side, looking for you. She visibly relaxed when your eyes locked. But her brows were still furrowed with confusion. And I actually saw the moment she realized he used magic to make her sleep.

Magic—that's what the tang had been, what was keeping her limbs tucked in tight, preventing her from going for her knife I knew she had. I recognized the power deep in my bones, as if it was an old friend.

Gritting my teeth, I might have demanded answers from him—about him using magic on my sister—might have shouted to where he still lumbered ahead, heedless of me. Bastard. But then chirping birds fitted past me, and a mild breeze kissed my face. I spied a hedge-bordered metal gate ahead.

Our prison or our salvation—I couldn't decide which.

Two days. It took two days from my cottage to reach the wall and enter the southernmost border of Prythian.

The gate swung open without a porter or sentry, and the beast continued through. Feyre’s horse followed after him so whether I wanted to or not, I did too.

For other parts: Bound In Flames Series Masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

part 11

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[squerlly]

just felt like doing a little something something... this post is kind of a little clarification for certain things about my new series. for those who don't know I made a series called flames of desire and it is an Alastor x (f! bunny reader) slow burn romance with eventual smut ofc. my writing style is a bit odd to say the least since I have a hard time explaining things in detail and in attempt to make mine and my readers lives easier iv color coded the dialogue for each and every character so that you know what's text vs dialogue. I also try to include individual POV to get a clear aspect of certain things *cough* *cough* lore. so here are some things you should know

-dialogue colors-

husk, angel, Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Niffty, reader (this font specifically, please don't get it mixed up with her thoughts) incase I run out of colors for certain characters I will substitute a color but I will always specify whos talking!

yes bunny Reader design has paws and she can't really wear shoes so I decided to make her wear socks similar to the helluva boss character Lunas, which are open-toed socks just to have something to cover her feet at least. in this story, y/n is old enough to drink but I wouldn't say she's on the older side so use your imagination or don't I don't mind if you edit the character, this is a story about you lovely people after all!. I'm also terrible at smut so don't really expect a lot.

I am Hispanic and although I am not fluent I will try my best to make the characters cannon yet not cannon, by this I mean I will make valentino speak slight Spanish as his cannon form does. I will also make Alastors cooking related to new Orleans Louisiana dishes because hes old fashioned and I doubt he will ever put in the time to learn other cooking don't come for me!!!

I will not be adding sir pentious in this series, I know I'm sorry please forgive me, maybe if I change my mind later which I always end up doing eventually I will add a part just for pentious, a little something. I already struggle trying to make sure I include every character in at least every 2 to 3 chapters because I don't really do favoritism when it comes to my writing, same goes for lucifer but once again maybe something but I also don't want to spoil the show for people who have not watched it yet.

I have a tight schedule when it comes to things I have to do at home vs my free time so I will try to get at least 2 chapters out every week maybe 3 if I feel motivated enough or unless I don't get writer block. as for request I will be re opening those this Friday and close them on Sunday so I can work, edit, and release them throughout the week if I get any.

this series is a shared project between me and my bestfriend @strippezzz please go check out there artwork its so good. he works on helping me proofread because I have ADHD and my brain works a million miles an hour and tend to miss things here and there. hes also 10x better at writing smut, not for the ideas but just describing it detail so I leave that to him and wanted to make sure that I'm not getting all the credit!

if you have any question or concerns just ping me in the comments and I will probably answer in 5 min tops because I'm always using my phone for literally everything

I hope this was helpful!!!! and have a wonderful day/night love you all stay tuned~

-squerlly

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[cinematicsoph]

case 143 • han jisung smau masterlist

genre: social media au (possible written parts), idol!skz x stylist!reader, friends to lovers, hanji pov (unless specified otherwise), slow burn

warnings: han & reader being oblivious, swearing, terrible jokes, twitter humor, mature ish themes, probably will add more as i figure more out, written in english but it's safe to assume their talking in korean

summary: Han Jisung is an oblivious, but adorable, idiot. But his wardrobe stylist isn't much better. They're the only two who seem completely unaware of their feelings for the other. The group bands (hehe) together to get them together in a mission they like to call "Case 143".

status: ongoing (currently not on wattpad)

taglist: open

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profiles - the kids + babysitter

chapter one - new era

chapter two - han jisung simp era

chapter three - who are you with??

chapter four - personal tour guide

chapter five - we need to slay

chapter six -

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Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!

a/n: MY FIRST SMAU AND SKZ FIC ?! please bear with me as i slowly figure out how to do this. this is honestly going to be a trial run so i wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being a complete train wreck. let's hope at least a few of you enjoy it <3

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[satoriberry]

IMMOVABLE OBJECT VS. UNSTOPPABLE FORCE(S); WHICH ONE OF THEM WINS? THAT'S RIGHT. LOVE!! - tokimitsu aoshi

-`♡´- resume: the laws of physics can not be disobeyed. unless your friends feel like doing so. then you can twist them as much as you like.

-`♡´- heads up: so much cutie patootieness omg its toki my love my angel my babygirl he was made for me i want to marry him i want to protect him i need to KISS HIM THESE ARENT EVEN WARNINGS ANYMORE. reader has hair (type not specified). takes place during chapter 150 shibuya outing (aka bestest chapter ong) in the uhhh the arcade!! :D very toki-centric (95% his POV)!! btw this scenario is soooo unserious i had fun with this ngl

-`♡´- berry's note: omg i love aoshi so much he's my everything <333 he's so.....*dreamily sighs* you people DO NOT GET IT!!!! HE'S EVERYTHING FOR ME HES MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you were so beautiful. so fucking beautiful.

he felt like a creep staring at you like this from afar but any closer and he'll most definitely regurgitate the black coffee he had earlier.

you weren't aware of him, both a sad and convenient thing. you seemed to be having a really fun conversation with your friends, boldly talking with exaggerated body language. you looked like the fun kind; the kind of person to tell a joke that'll have everybody choking, punching each other's arms and coughing. the kind of person he wants to be. or be with. it depends really.

he assumed you'd said something mind-boggling because right after saying it, your friends collectively gasped with varying levels of amusement. that made him snap out of his rêverie and go back to watching four of his friends display a concerning lack of rhythm at DDR, while the others winced or held in their laughter.

well, he was in no lack of bustling conversations himself, what with the rivals-turned-friends that he's currently with. still, it doesn't soothe the ache in his heart. the ache to be sociable, spontaneous, easy-going, calm, funny, witty or even just uncaring if that meant not being constantly on edge about everything.

gazing at his friends, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. they were all essentially... perfect.

reo - who was stomping arrows with 0 coordination - was the blueprint of the ideal human, yukimiya and aryu looked like magazine cover features in the making, nagi possessed this aura of nonchalance that really sticks with you, and bachira could say anything and everything with zero shame or regret. he didn't have any of that. and he hated that.

he hated himself for that. and he hated that others probably disliked him for the same reasons.

"ahhhh, come on, no negativity. now's not the time," mumbling to himself, he placed his hands on either side of his face, slightly smushing his cheeks, adding some adorableness to his somewhat sombre expression. he turned his head back to you. you had started a game of air hockey with your friends and from where you were standing, he could admire you even better.

the benefit that came with being quiet is being discreet, and that allowed him to notice a number of tiny things about you. your rapidly changing expressions, your eyes (that he had come to be particularly fond of in the last 4 minutes) that darted in all directions to catch the puck and the habit you had of readjusting your bag's strap across your torso. was it a tic? he wondered if you two shared any negative qualities, thinking it'll help him feel more normal, then realised that's a horrible way of thinking about a pretty stranger.

he started to beat himself mentally, punishing his brain and imagination for trying to ruin your possibly perfect character; you didn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to be thinking about you like this, you probably had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or just someone in your life that'll laugh at a loser like him for wanting to imagine a chance with you.

he heard the game-over buzzer of the air hockey machine start to sound out. you and your friend lost, and the winning pair declared a rematch. he watched you and your group talk a bit before they all started to walk away. they were heading towards the token machine to get some more, and you stayed to look after the bags they had left on the floor. pulling out your phone, you started scrolling through your gallery to waste time.

you looked so peaceful, he so badly wanted to know what you were thinking of. for no particular reason, just to have an inner scope into your brain. hands still on his face, he gazed at your tranquil being through his thick lashes as his head was still a bit lowered. he probably looked a little silly like this, like a kindergartener ("tokimitsu!") admiring his first crush playing in mud ("hey tokimitsu!"), but you made him feel so many butterflies by just ("tokimitsu?") being ther-

"TOKIMITSU!!" "AH!? WHAT? WHAT IS IT? I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!". he apologized for... nothing in particular to karasu, who had an unnerved expression plastered on his face, and next to him stood yukimiya with one eyebrow raised. he could see from his peripheral view that reo, bachira, isagi and otoya were almost done with their round of DDR.

"DUDE? CAN YOU ANSWER WHEN WE CALL YO-" "karasu, stop yelling. we're in public." "suck my dick. anyway, are you okay, man? what were you looking at?". tokimitsu didn't respond to that, stuttering, "haaa, it's nothing really. just lost in my thoughts. hehe," but his eyes betrayed him by darting in your direction against his will, making the two boys follow his line of sight.

karasu immediately started to chuckle with a bewildered expression. "tokimitsu, were you CHECKING OUT that girl? i didn't know you had it in you. i have to say, dude, i'm proud of you. you're finally turning into a man."

with a newfound sense of shame, tokimitsu started to defend his image, replying, "c-checking her out? no, i-i-i was just admiring her. I MEAN! no. i wasn't staring at her. she's just a girl y'know- NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING TO BE JUST A NORMAL PERSON. I DON'T KNOW HER, I SWEAR. I MEAN....". of course, any person with eyes could see that he was totally fibbing. behind them, the other guys started to group around the three after hearing the words "tokimitsu" and "checking out" and "girl". it's just those things that you NEVER hear in the same sentence.

bachira was the first to join in on the fun, asking, "what's going on?" "NOTHI-" "SHUT UP YOU! guys. form a circle."

with a strong shove, tokimitsu was pushed aside by karasu who forced everyone into a circle where he was clearly mumbling god knows what in a mischievous manner. after a few moments and a couple nods, like a hivemind, they all raised their heads and looked at him with something peculiar in their eyes.

he didn't like that. not even a bit.

"umm, what's going on?," he inquired timidly, feeling that nothing good was about to happen. karasu was the first to move towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder with his head down. "we're sorry for everything." confused, tokimitsu stared at him with an almost innocent sort of confusion. "huh." "nagi, bachira, yukimiya. do your thing."

before tokimitsu could register what's going on, he felt 6 arms wrap around his torso and both arms. following that, otoya and reo joined, placing their hands on his chest and stomach to push him backwards in a combined effort. to say he was lost and and confused was an understandment. why were they dragging him away like a captive?

then it dawned on him. they're trying to drag him to you.

they're forcing him to speak to you.

in the microsecond that this realisation hit him, he immediately forced his feet into the ground and tried to slip his arms out of their grasp, which, considering just how jacked he was, proved quite easier than expected. their grip on him started to falter but they seemed to persevere, desperately trying to make this work. grunting, they doubled the force and accelerated their movements, forcing him to take backward steps. when he noticed that the DDR machines were leaving his sight, that's when the panic really started to settle in.

"COME ON GUYS, JUST LET ME GO! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I DON'T WANT THIS, JUST PLEASE, LET ME GO, I'M BEGGING!," he began to somewhat shriek while grabbing at their sleeves or their hands and trying to rid himself of them with no avail. "NO! WE'RE DOING THIS FOR YOU!" "BUT I CAN'T, I DON'T WANT IT."

on any normal day, you would've waited for your friends with no concerns or worries in the world, but when there's a group of boys hauling another boy in what seemed to be your exact direction, you assumed you had to be ready for whatever was about to happen. however, a blue haired boy speedwalked from behind and past them, reaching you in a few seconds' time. he stuck out his hand, you understood he wanted to shake yours.

reciprocating the gesture, he shook your hand and spoke, "karasu tabito. no time for formalities. okay, see, here's the thing," he swiftly put his arm around your back and obliged you to look at tokimitsu being held captive and inching closer to you. "ya' see that guy? the one with the blue backpack? yeah, exactly, the one with the red and green sweater. see, he sooo has the hots for you, he thinks you're really pretty. but unfortunately, he's too much of a coward to do anything so we're delivering him to you. do with that what you will."

he removed his arm and placed them on his hips, watching his mastermind plan come to fruition. you, on the other hand, got the gist of what's going on but you couldn't exactly say you weren't still lost. after some more yelling and resisting, the five guys managed to displace tokimitsu and have him right in front of you. turning him around so he would be face forward, he promptly stopped his movements after seeing that you were right there. right in front of him. gazing at him with confusion but very bright amusement.

he felt his mouth dry up, words stuck at back of his throat with no way of coming out. not in these conditions, not after you watched him get hauled like some freak. karasu winked at him before heading off, followed by the others who gave him thumbs up and whisper-yelled encouraging words.

you watched them leave, then turned your head to gaze at tokimitsu, taking in the redness of his face and the shock in his green, doe eyes. they were really mesmerising. you gave him a grin with your eyebrows raised. "hey."

that simple word made him crumble, sending him into overdrive. your voice was sweeter than anything he had imagined it to be. he tried to muster the courage to speak but miserably failed, stuttering and falling over nonsensical syllables. he gave up in no time, burying his face in his hands, closing his eyes and imagining himself elsewhere far, far away.

he expected you to snarl and ditch him or to even spit harsh words for wasting your time like this. but you did none of those.

he felt a few gentle taps on one of his hands, compelling him to peer at you through his fingers. you wore a good-natured smile on your face, looking content rather than annoyed. "i get it, really. i get super anxious over certain things too. but your friend already told me about what you want to say to me."

oh oh. that couldn't be good. he pressed his hands further into his skin without looking away, waiting for the oncoming rejection and getting turned down.

"you're really cute yourself. and handsome. whichever you like more. could you give me your hand?"

was this real? were you real? no. you had to be an angel of some sort. mindlessly removing both hands from his face and sticking one out, he watched as you took out a ballpoint pen from your bag's outer pocket and scribbled something on his palm.

you lifted your eyes and spoke, "my LINE username. we'll talk on there. is that okay with you?," he retracted his hand to read your handle, noticing the smiley next to where you scribbled. he nodded shyily, not closing his palm so he doesn't sweat off his only method of reconnecting with you. you graced him with another toothy grin before turning around to see your friends waving at you. ah. you had to leave.

you spun around to look at him one last time, waving and taking slow steps backwards. noticing that, he finally uttered his first words to you, "w-wait! what's...what's your name?," determined to put a name on your perfect being. your smile grew a bit more, then you answered, "(last name). (last name) (first name). and you are?"

"tokimitsu. tokimitsu a-aoshi."

"well then, i'll learn more about you later, tokimitsu. bye!" you spun on your foot, speedwalking to where your friends stood. he watched you tell them something that made them all look up and peer at him, then giggle in a very teenage girl fashion, before exiting the arcade, you with them.

tokimitsu stood for a few more seconds before staring down at the palm you had previously gripped with your tender hands. the reality of what just took place hit him harder than anything, the astonishment he was feeling not helping his heart's dangerous rhythm.

he didn't hesitate to immediately copy your LINE user on a piece of paper, since he could never underestimate his sweaty palms. rewriting it, he found himself imitating you and drawing a fun doodle next to your username. except, he didn't draw a smiley like you did.

he drew a heart instead.

<3

-`♡´- berry's post-writing note: TOKIMITSUUUUUUUUUU YOU ARE MY EVERYTHINGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH THE THINGS I WOULD FOR YOUUU and to you hehehe ANYWAYYYYYYY hope you guys enjoyed reading this cause i enjoyed writing this bitch ong i COOKED and if you guys don't think so uhhhhh skill issue i love anything that has to do with tokimitsu aoshi!! born march 21st favourite food eel doesn't like cream-based foo- BTW IF you're thinking "hmmm reader was supposed to play a rematch HAHAHA IMPLICIT PLOT POINT: your friends were like "fuck it we dont want that anymore call reader over so we can dip" HAHAHAHA YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT DID YOU!!

[crazyf0rswayze]

Mean!Steve x Fem!Reader

I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind. But I know that this time i have said too much been too unkind

I try to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies, I try to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes

Warnings: kisses, yelling, cursing. mentions of scars and a bad household. If I missed anything lmk

Request: could you do that the reader and Steve are kinda like... hate each other? And one day the reader and Steve are arguing over something stupid and Steve crosses the line and brings up something that he knows the reader is sensitive about, but he apologies later and they make up, make out 🤫🤭 alittle smvt...☺️

@angelaa-shep here's ur fic! Sorry I didn't answer the actual ask but I had the whole aesthetic above already set up then I remembered this is an ask...so um...yea

Y/N POV

I'm not sure why it was like this, but it was. Steve and I had always been at each other's necks. Arguing, wrestling each other, teasing. I know I didn't hate him, but I don't know if he hated me or not. He probably does and I don't blame him. I'm an asshole, I've never been know for being super kind unless I'm with my friends. We work together. But I try to do cashier most of the time unless Sodapop gets to it first. Then I have to do stock everything...and god forbid I have to work on a car with Steve Randle. That was something.

"Hand me the wrench"

"Here" I slide him the non-adjustable wrench

"Wrong one you idiot! God your so stupid!"

"Well you didn't specify DUMBASS!"

Is how that goes. Anyway...

I was making sure everything was good and set up and clean as I waited for the boys to get here.

"Well look who's here early" Steve teases. Oh good! it was going to be a day full of arguments!!

"I'm taking cashier." Sodapop says immediately

"I'll work on the car for a little bit." Steve says, walking out the door that leads to the repair area.

"And I'll restock" I mumble going to the back and grabbing the things that needed restocking. I brought a few boxes out into the main area and flicked out the blade of my switch. I cut open the box to see loads of chips. I grab handfuls of them and bring them to the shelves that they belonged on.

"Gonna be a great day" Sodapop says sarcastically.

"What do ya mean?" I ask as I squat down to restock the bottom shelves.

"It's a weekend?? All the girls come in flirting" Soda complains

"Well take this time to prepare" I say jokingly.

"Will do" Sodapop replies with an airy chuckle. He puts his feet up on the counter and knocks his head back, looking at the ceiling.

"You seem exhausted already!" I joke, walking past him so I can go grab another box and cut it open.

"Late night" He says, looking at me as I walk out of the back room.

"Doing what?" I ask teasingly

"I had to listen to Darry and Ponyboy argue again" he says with a sigh

"Oh...I'm sorry. That sucks" I say. I rubbed the scar on my cheek that my 'friend' gave me. When people talk about fighting it's like a reaction to rub my scar....It's kinda weird

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't too bad" Soda says before taking his feet off the counter and looking forward and not at the ceiling. Someone was coming in and I guess he didn't want to look 'unprofessional'.

"Hiya there Curtis" Some girl says twirling her hair around her finger.

"Hi" Sodapop says nervously. He looks anywhere but at her. She scoffs and walks over to where I'm standing as I restock.

"Hi" She says rudely.

"Hi how are ya?" I ask without looking at her

"Good, but I need you to move." She says chewing her gum as loudly as possible.

"Ask nicely and I will darlin'" I reply still not looking at her. But I see her, out of the corner of my eye, look at Sodapop for help. I look at him and he shrugs and looks away from us.

"Please. Move" She says

"Maybe just...a little nicer" I say pinching my fingers and looking at her. She seems shocked and I couldn't tell if it was the scar or the mean look on my face.

"Can I just grab those please?" She says quietly. Oh god it felt good to make people go quiet.

"Yea" I whisper and walk away with crossed arms. I grab another box from the back and bring it in to cut it open. The girl is at the front paying for her bag of chips, a soda and she's flirting with Sodapop. Soda is smiling and I can't tell if he's liking it or if hes nervous. He looks over at me for help and I shrug, not knowing what to do...or maybe I did

"Shit! Aw fuck!" I yell dropping my switchblade on the floor with a loud 'clunk' sound. Sodapop rushes over and crouches beside me looking at the cut on my hand. It wasn't big but it certainly wasn't small. Steve comes rushing in and rushes to my side looking at my hand as Sodapop goes to get the first aid kit. Steve goes to the cash register to deal with the girl. I thought it was funny tat he didn't know it was an act.

"Did she pay!?" Steve yells at Sodapop

"Yea!" Soda yells back

"You can go now" Steve says to the girl. Soda comes back out with no first aid kit.

"Please tell me it was ketchup?" He says. I look at him stupidly

"I didn't think of that" I say laughing a little.

"What the hell was that!? And what's going on...ketchup?? What is going on!!" Steve demands angrily.

"So basically that girl was flirting with me and I looked at Y/n for help and she um.." He cuts himself off with a snort laugh

"She did that as a distraction." Sodapop explains.

"You two are so god damn stupid" Steve says putting his hands on his hips. Soda goes to the back and grabs the first aid kit and hands it to me.

"Go clean yourself up" He says with a chuckle. I stand up and take the kit with me to the bathroom. I wash my hand with water and then put some hydrogen peroxide on the gash. It would probably leave a scar which is something I did not plan on doing.

"Fuck...." I whisper. I wrap the cut in gauze and head back out into the main area to see only Steve.

"Sodapop is gonna work on the car" Steve says from behind the counter. His arms were crossed and his feet were up on the counter.

"Are you ok?" Steve asks in a shy little whisper

"Awww look at you! Deep down you care so much don't you?" I ask teasingly

"I asked a simple damn question!" He says as he stands up. His arms are by his sides now.

"It's fine. My hand is fine" I say

"Good because if it leaves a nasty scar like that one Victoria gave you that would suck" He says

"YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT MY SCAR! AND YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT VIC! IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT!" I yell with tears in my eyes. I walk out the door slamming it behind me. Steve and Sodapop run after me

"I didn't mean it! Especially not like that!" Steve yelled out

"Or did you? Because every fucking day you have to start a fight or say something about me, and about my home life! What about yours huh? The dad that kicks you out once a week?" I ask angrily. Sodapop looks from me to Steve, and back.

"I'm not fucking doing this. Get this shit sorted out ok?" He says before walking back to the repair shop.

"That's not fair. You don't get to talk about my parents" Steve says

"NOT FAIR!!?? You get to talk about my family and insult me but the moment I state a fact you get all pissy!" I exclaim. Steve just stands there biting his lip.

"I didn't mean to say that thing about your scar. It...it's beautiful. It makes you looks tuff, and I guess I've gotten so used to it that it completes your face."

"Thank you. But that's not what I want to talk about"

"Then what is it?" Steve asks with a shrug

"Why do we have to fight!? I'm so damn tired of it and there's point in it! We say the rudest shit and move on like it didn't hurt the other person! And I'm completely guilty of saying horrible things to you but you always say things that are worse. It makes me think of my house and I don't want to think about that. Being outside should be an escape not getting dragged back in...Can we just stop?" I ramble on as tears fall down my face.

"I don't know why I do it...I just...do. I'll stop. I really like you and I didn't really realize I was hurting you." Steve explains looking at the ground.

"You really like me?" I question. Why the hell would he like me? I mean I liked him but him liking me back was something I couldn't understand.

"Yea I do. And maybe in the back of my mind if I became an asshole I could get over that feeling and I think that's why I've been insanely rough these past few months because I-I wasn't sure if you'd like me back o-or even want to be my friend rather than frenemy." Steve says with a little chuckle. His hands were cupping my cheeks. And his thumbs were rubbing over where the stream of tears had been.

"I like you too..." I say looking in his pretty blue eyes. There were tears in them. He closed his eyes and put his forehead on mine

"I'm so so sorry for being such an ass. You didn't deserve that" He whispers as his voice breaks a little

"It's ok" I whisper back and close my eyes as well. He connects our lips for a little bit and then parts from me.

"C'mon. Let's get back or Sodapop will think we eloped to Mexico" Steve says with a breathy chuckle as he wipes a few tears. We walk back to the shop and he sits behind the counter as I restock the ice creams.

[yelena-bellova]

Instinct: Din Djarin x F!Reader - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen: Complicated

Plot: Din and Y/n navigate a difficult conversation while taking on a new passenger on their journey.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: canon typical violence, language, (16+)

A/N: PLEASE READ. Welcome back from our unexpected hiatus and thank you all for being so understanding of the wait. Twenty Years Later was entirely unplanned, but you gotta follow your ideas!

A few notes going forward on this series. A) I will not be adding anyone to the tags unless you are 16+ and have it specified on your page/bio. B) the POV will be changing to both Din and Y/n’s. TYL showed me that that’s my sweet spot for writing. C) I feel like because I’ve been writing this on and off for two years, the plot has sometimes been inconsistent. Rest assured, we have a end destination we are working towards and I think I’ve managed to make it even better than originally planned…so watch out 😏

Thank you for sticking with this!! Let’s dive back in 😘

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Din and I sped through the desert, sand kicking at our heels. After what we’d been through, I was ready to get the hell off the dusty hell space and not return for a long, long time.

I was seething in heartbreak as I steered. Din had risked his life as if it was nothing. As if me and the kid were nothing. I couldn’t tell whether I was angry or hurt. It felt like every emotion I had to capacity to feel had been flooding me since Din and I had come together. I couldn’t tell what was what.

What was clear was the gut feeling that something was wrong. I scanned a rocky patch ahead of us and couldn’t see anything other than sand, boulders and-

Din and I went flying through the air.

Frantically clawing, I reached for the kid and came up empty. One of Din’s arms stayed wrapped around me while the other shot out to control his jetpack. We floated clumsily to the ground, narrowly avoiding the rolling wreckage of our speeder.

The shots started immediately. Din took a blast to the helmet, wasting not a second in shielding me with his body. I turned on my shield and unholstered my blasters along with him.

“Get the child!”

As they shouted, my eyes darted around us, spotting the kid fifteen feet away. I fired a perfect shot, laying out the raider nearest to him. Din pulled me with him as a vibroblade swung over our heads. Two raiders began to try and physically pin us. I ducked under Din’s arm, unsheathed my blade and stabbed the first one in the back. I wrenched him back, landing my boot to his head to make sure he’d stay down.

Another raider had joined the fight now and had Din pinned against the rock. I turned to attack just as he yelled.

“Duck!”

I immediately dropped to the ground, he unleashed his whipcord launcher, and pulled the furthest raiders towards him to smack the other two in the heads. It was beautifully awkward collision.

The last of our attackers called out something in his alien dialect, drawing our attention. He was holding the kid with a knife to its throat.

“Wait,” Din urged, “Don’t hurt the child.”

I got to my feet beside him, holding my hands up to surrender.

“If you put one mark on him, there’s no place you’ll be able to hide from us,” Din continued, trying to stay calm, “We can strike a bargain. There’s a lot of value in this wreckage. Take your pick.”

The child cooed, moaning as if he wanted out of the strange embrace. My heart ached.

“But leave the child,” Din instructed, the alien’s interest was already piqued. He gestured to Din’s jetpack, seemingly ordering him to give it over.

“Okay,” Din conceded, removing the device.

“Wait, wha-“ I began, stopping when he put a hand up to me.

“Here,” he stepped forward cautiously, setting the pack down in the sand, “It’s yours. Take it.”

Din stepped back alongside me, still holding his hands in the air. My pulse raced as we waited for the being to make his choice. If he made the wrong one, I could choke the life out of him. I didn’t quite know how to yet, but I could figure it out.

Finally, the raider set down the child and moved to the jetpack. He said something in his native tongue before taking off. The child hurried towards us, running straight into Din’s hands.

“You okay?” Din asked, receiving a coo in response. I dropped my forehead to the kid’s head, feeling both relieved and drained from the fear.

As we stood huddled together, Din pressed a button on his gauntlet, triggering the jetpack and the raider to be sent straight up into the sky. I followed his body, spinning and twisting through the air, until it dropped still in the sand. Din landed the jetpack with extreme care, shrugging when both me and the child glanced over at him.

“Well, this day just got longer,” I grumbled, beginning to take stock of what was left of our supplies.

We ended up sharing the load, carrying what we could on our backs and the rest strapped around our bodies. The heat on Tatooine was unbearable without the wind generated from riding on a speeder bike. My ever simmering anger wasn’t doing me any favors.

“You’ve been quiet,” Din commented, about an hour into our long journey.

I exhaled, “Maybe I don’t have anything to say.”

Din paused and I could have sworn I heard a snort through his modulator, “That’s not it. You’re mad.”

Unable to contain it anymore, I sighed loudly. “Yes, I’m mad. But I don’t think you get why I’m mad.”

“How can I know if you don’t tell-“

“Because you almost killed yourself today, Din,” I stopped short and turned to him, “You threw yourself into that thing without a second thought. I-I mean, do you have any idea what I would have done without you? What we,” I gestured to the kid, resting in a satchel around Din’s chest, “Would have done without you?”

“I did that to save you,” Din argued, “That thing would have killed all of us, and we wouldn’t even be here to have this conversation.”

I threw a hand through my hair in exasperation, “You’re not getting it. If you die, I-“ my throat nearly caught, but I wouldn’t allow it, “If you’d have died, I would have been wrecked. Because it’s not just you anymore, Din. It’s us. The two of us, the three of us…us. You can’t do this shit anymore and it not affect anyone because,” I gestured to myself, “There’s someone.”

The loner in me was furious for revealing my hand, for telling him outright that I cared about him so deeply. By now, my feelings were so tied up with my exhaustion, I couldn’t make heads or tails of whether or not I was even making sense.

Growling to myself, I turned on my heel and resumed on the path back to Mos Eisley.

For the duration of the day, past dusk settled over the city I’d never been so happy to see, Din and I didn’t speak. Even when we entered the loud, crowded cantina to locate Peli, neither of us uttered a word.

Once we found her, Peli looked up from her cards to examine us, sweaty, dusty and exhausted. Her eyes crossed the armor draped around Din, “You finally found a Mandalorian and you killed him?”

“He wasn’t Mandalorian,” Din answered, “I bought this armor off of him though.”

“What’d that set you back?

“Killed the krayt dragon for him.”

“Oh,” Peli retorted, “Is that all?”

“He was our last lead on finding other Mandalorians,” Din replied. In other words, we were back to square fucking one.

The creature Peli was engaged in a game of cards with spoke something in their tongue.

“Okay,” Peli told him, “Well, you might be in luck. Dr. Mandible here says he can connect you with someone who can help you. If you cover his call this round,” she held up her hands in innocence, “That’s what he said.”

“How much are we putting up?” I asked, too tired for anything other than cutting to chase.

Peli paused, “Five hundred.”

“Geez,” I grumbled.

“Hey, he’s on a hot streak,” she replied.

Din and I looked to one another, both ready to put an end to the day. He wordlessly threw a bag of credits on the table.

“Is the pot right?” Peli asked, Mandible said whatever he said back to her. Her calm countenance changed, “Ha! Idiot’s Array! Pay up there, thorax!”

“I thought you said he was on a hot streak,” Din said knowingly.

“Oh, stop your crying’,” Peli said as she collected our credits, “You’ll rust,” she stopped to translate what the doctor was saying to her, “All right. He says the contact will rendezvous at the hanger. They’ll tell you where to find some Mandalorians. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” Din responded.

“All right, well, stop your mopin’,” Peli cried as she led us out of the cantina, “More importantly, did you bring back any of that dragon meat? Better not have any maggots on it. I don’t like maggots.”

When we got back to the hanger, Din and I both excused ourselves to the Crest to clean up.

While I changed clothes, I was given time to think about all that had gone on between the two of us. I knew I was being unreasonable. Din had saved us, had he not made his almost-sacrifice, we would have surely all been killed. But that didn’t mean that I could look at it objectively. Not when he was the one at the center of the danger.

I climbed up the ladder to the cockpit, where Din was cleaning his armor. I blindly knocked on the wall to signal my presence.

“Clear,” he replied, his voice modulator the answer to the unspoken question.

I climbed the final distance, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

“I may have, um…” I awkwardly started, “Overreacted over some things.”

Din’s head turned, finally dragging his eyes away from polishing one of his pauldrons.

“This is still new for me,” I continued, wringing my hands, “Having someone to care about and I just…I can’t…” I ran my hands over my hair, “I don’t want to think about ever…losing you. And today was just a little too close for me,” I took a shaky breath, “So, I’m sorry if I was an asshole…but I’m an asshole who cares about you.”

Din stayed still as I spoke, only moving to get up when I was finished. He crossed the cockpit and lightly took my hand into his.

“I have to remember you’re here,” Din said.

My brows dipped in confusion, “Thanks?”

“It’s easy to forget that there’s someone here who…cares.” Din continued, “That if we take risks, we take them together. But I won’t apologize for trying to save you. Ever. Everything I do is to protect you and the kid.”

My heart swelled in my chest, my fingers intertwining between his, “You make it really fucking hard to stay mad at you.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not when I want to be mad at you,” I replied with a small smile, pushing up on my toes to press my forehead to his, “Come on, the kid’s probably eaten half of that thing by now.”

We exited the Crest to find the child still patiently waiting on the krayt meat we were roasting, using a spare engine of Peli’s.

“All right, here’s the deal,” she announced upon seeing us, “A Mandalorian covert is close. It’s in this sector, one system trailing.”

“Are they the ones that left Nevarro?” Din asked.

“Don’t know,” Peli shrugged, “All I know is that the contact will lead you to them.”

“We’re not exactly rich right now,” I stated, information this important always cost something.

“Well, that’s the great news. It’s free,” Peli bounced back on her heels, “Except for a finder’s fee, of course.”

“What’s the not-great news?” Din asked.

Peli shook her head, “Nothing. It’s all great.”

“Okay then,” I shrugged, ready to get our show on the road.

“However, there is one small skank in the skud pie,” Peli added.

I gave a joyless smile, “Of course there is.”

“The contact wants passage to the system,” Peli said, holding her hands up as if to say that she wasn’t responsible for the inconvenient turn.

“Do you vouch for them?” Din responded uncharacteristically fast.

“On my life,” Peli nodded.

Din and I shared a look, I gave a small shrug, and it was decided. “Fine.”

“And…” Peli added.

“Stop talking,” I scrunched up my face and begged.

“No hyperdrive.”

“You want us to travel sublight?” Din asked, waving his hands, “Deal’s off.”

“It’s one sector over,” Peli justified.

“And the hyperdrive’s the only thing standing between us and getting caught,” I replied.

Peli lowered her voice, “These are mitigating circumstances.”

“What do you mean ‘mitigating?’” Din asked.

Right on cue, an amphibious female entered the hanger. She looked innocent enough, hanging back and carefully watching the way the conversation was going.

“We’re not a taxi service,” Din clarified to Peli.

“I know, I know, I hear you,” Peli held up an understanding hand, “But I can vouch for her.”

The creature stepped forward and said something in her language.

“What’s the cargo?” Din relented enough to ask.

Peli got the answer neither of us could understand from her, translating it after. “It’s her spawn. She needs her eggs fertilized by the equinox or her line will end. If you jump into hyperspace, they’ll die. She said her husband has settled on the estuary moon of Trask.”

“And this is,” I gestured in the space between us four with the hand that wasn’t pressed to my temple, “Confirmed that there are Mandalorians there.”

Peli turned back, spoke in the creature’s language and listened to her reply. “She says her husband has seen them herself.”

Din and I looked to one another, I’d become well-versed in reading his lack of expressions in circumstances like these. His shoulders were raised, but not so far that he was overtly tense. His head was slightly tilted in my direction, I could imagine there was a questioning eyebrow raised at me.

Peli took our matched silence as an affirmative answer and gestured the amphibian forward. She headed off towards the Crest.

“Do you know the husband?” Din asked our friend.

“No,” Peli answered plainly, “I just met her ten minutes before you walked in.”

I exhaled loudly, “So you’re vouching on your life and risking ours for a stranger?”

“What can I say?” Peli shrugged, reaching over to the passing droid and grabbing a chunk of krayt meat, “I’m an excellent judge of character.”

Sighing, I glanced up at Din. It was a harmless job, on the surface, and it involved a better class of being than we were used to dealing with. We could walk away from it having both helped a growing family and gotten the information we needed. After all we’d seen, there wasn’t much that could scare me about the details.

I pointed towards Peli, somewhere between frowning and smirking, “Every time I think we can trust you…”

“You’re welcome,” Peli shouted as I turned on my heel, walking back towards the Crest.

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Truth be told, there really wasn’t any reason to worry about our newest passenger. She sat in the cockpit alongside me and Din, silently observing her surroundings. I couldn’t get a read on her other than she was what she’d been presented as: a mother needing safe passage for her and her kids.

“Now I’m gonna ask you to stay strapped in whenever you’re seated,” Din instructed once we were off Tatooine, “Traveling sublight is a bit dicey these days. Whether it’s pirates or warlords, someone either ends up with a nice chunk of change or your ship.”

The amphibious woman replied in her own tongue, it was foreign to both me and Din.

“We don’t speak whatever language that is,” he replied, “You speak…Huttese?”

Din followed with some words of an elusive skill level in the language, coming up short of a reaction from the woman.

“Well, you seem like you’ve got this under control,” I smiled, patting his shoulder as I got up to leave.

I climbed down the first few rungs of the ladder and slid the rest of the way, landing in the cargo hold. Before we’d taken off, I’d secured the kid in our bunk, but the quiet I was surrounded by felt different than the one that came when he rested. Tapping the button to our bunk and finding it empty, I scanned the area, “Buddy?”

Upon hearing a slurping sound, I spun around to watch the child scooping out one of the woman’s eggs from their container.

“No, no, no-“ I exclaimed, surging forward to try and stop the inevitable.

Without a hint of remorse, the child inhaled one of the eggs.

I slammed the lid shut and swung him into my arms, holding them out a fair distance to get a good look at him.

“That’s not food,” I reprimanded in hushed tones, “Off limits. Completely. Understood?”

I received a burp in my face as a reply.

“Yep,” I grimaced, “That’s about right.”

The familiar thud of Din’s boots hit the ground. “What’s going on?”

“He’s eating the cargo,” I answered, carrying the kid past Din and back to the bunk, “So maybe keep an eye out if my back’s turned.”

Din sighed loudly and it was in that moment that I took stock of our lives. Of our current predicament. And all I felt I could do was…laugh.

“This is funny?” Din questioned.

“No, but…” I gestured around us, letting my hands fall against my legs after, “This is.”

Being so tuned in with one another, Din caught onto the meaning of what I was saying. When we’d met, we’d been lone rangers. Living outside the law and showing no mercy to our enemies. Now, we were chasing a little green gremlin around, trying to keep him from tearing the ship apart. There was humor to be found in how domestic we’d turned.

“Maybe a little,” Din replied, his enunciation changing with what sounded like a smile.

The child babbled behind us, safely stowed in the hammock we’d constructed to keep him close.

“If we’re going to get sleep, now’s the time to do it,” Din suggested as he crossed the room.

“Sounds good,” I sighed, reaching behind me and taking his hand.

Din climbed into the bunk first, sliding up against the wall to make room for me. It was a tight fit, but neither one of us had ever complained about it. I wiggled in beside him, laying my head on his outstretched arm.

“Another day, another adventure,” I sighed.

“Let’s hope that’s our biggest problem,” Din nodded up at the child, who was already shutting his eyes.

“Yes, let’s keep that optimism going,” I chuckled, letting my finger drift up to the edge of his helmet.

It was an unspoken desire, wishing and wondering if Din’s armor would ever come off. We had never discussed it, he never so much as mentioned it. It was just another thing to be worked around in our relationship. And for the most part, I didn’t mind. I was happy with how things were. But every once in a while, usually when we crammed into the bunk at the end of a long day, the thoughts pierced through the stiff walls of my mind.

And I could sense Din was feeling the same desire.

“Sometimes…” he let his sentence drift off.

“Hmm,” I hummed, distractedly running my middle finger agains the sharp edge of the mouthpiece.

Din paused, “I wish…”

But he’d never find his words. And if he ever did, he’d never allow himself to utter them. There was the Creed before there was anything else, including me.

I gave a small smile, trying to reassure him that he wasn’t alone, but he also didn’t have to continue. “I know,” I whispered.

In an effort to make us both feel better about our limitations, I tilted my head up and kissed the usual spot on his helmet. Right where his forehead would be. Din leaned in and the pressure against my lips increased. It was a good reminder that beneath the layers of Beskar, there was a soul, same as mine, in need of the same affection.

After, I tucked myself against Din’s chest, allowing myself to be enveloped in his arms. It was the one place where I welcomed my own vulnerability, where I’d rather let myself be consumed by it. The warmth of him, even through leather and steel, could touch my wounds and gently nudge them back into slumber.

I peered up at the child, already asleep, before resting my head under the chin of Din’s helmet. It was our version of peace, and to me, it was perfect.

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→ tokyo revengers [ chifuyu matsuno, manjiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo, haitanis, kokonoi hajime, inui seishu, izana kurokawa, wakasa imaushi, yuzuha shiba.]

→ genshin impact [ kaveh, xiao, kaeya alberich, thoma, zhongli, childe, ayato kamisato, al-haitham, pantalone.] [ Arlecchino, Ayaka, Candace , Columbina, Nilou,Raiden shogun,Yelan ]

→ jujutsu kaisen [ uthahime iori, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, inumaki toge, yuuta okkotsu, higuruma hiromi.]

→ chainsawman [ yoshida hirofumi, aki hayakawa,power,quanxi]

→ kimetsu no yaiba [ tengen uzui, sanemi shinazugawa, nezuko, mitsuri.]

→ attack on titan [ armin artlet, eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, pieke finger, annie leonhart, levi ackerman.]

→ haikyuu [ sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru.]

→ blue lock [anri teieri, hyoma chigiri, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, reo mikage, oliver aiku,itoshis, isagi yoichi ]

→ boku no hero academia [ aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura, keigo takami.]

OTHERS → honkai star rail, spy x family, hell's paradise, vinland saga, tokyo ghoul, castlevania, yuukoku no moriarty , vanitas no carte, gangsta, kuroko’s basketball, obey me, tougen anki, psycho pass, buddy daddies.

[jazziwritesthings]

Missing You- Bang Chan Pt 2

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,183

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Miscarriage

All Dialogue in Korean unless otherwise specified

Flashbacks in Italics

A/N: Heres Part 2!

******

Chan’s POV

I hurried into my room quietly closing the door. She never stopped loving me? Then why did she say that to me? The thoughts wouldn’t stop as I lowered myself onto my bed. I’m not sure how long I was lost in my memories before I heard the front door close. Standing from my bed I grabbed my stuff for a shower and opened my door, only to basically run into Han. “Dude.” I said as I nearly dropped my clothing. “Did you hear any of that conversation?” My face must have shown my surprise at his question. “ Chan, you walk like an elephant, I’m not sure how she didn’t hear you. How much?” Turning to go back into my room I set down my stuff as Han followed me. “I heard enough.” Han nodded, “ Okay, so what are you gonna do about it?” My head whipped in his direction, “ What?” He threw his hands in the air, “ I know you Chan! I know you still love her so what do you plan on doing now that you heard her confess?!” All of a sudden there were two more faces in the doorway, Hans yelling must have woken Changbin and Hyunjin. “Who confessed what?” Changbin said from his position. Han turned to take in the two men who obviously just woke up, “Y/n told me she still loves Chan. She just thought it was better for everyone if she left.” This caused looks of anger/pain to cross both the guys' faces. “Why would she think that? We’re so much better with her around.” Hyunjin said as attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” The words slipped past my lips as I darted into the bathroom before locking the door and turning on the shower. I couldn’t even decipher my own thoughts between the pounding on the door, the pounding of the water and the pounding of my own heart. Truth be told I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do now that I know she never quit loving me. 

Your POV

Walking into your own apartment felt like a punch to the gut. Leaving the place, you called home for so many years was hard, you just didn’t realize how hard. You decided to shower since you still felt the after-concert grossness on your skin. You slowly shed the shirt and shorts that Hannie let you borrow for sleep and folded them, leaving them on the counter with the intention to return them eventually. Turning on the shower you stared in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up. Turning to your left you examined the word that adorned your hip, “Christopher” in a small cursive font. As far as you knew he didn’t know about it. It was supposed to be a surprise, then not even a month after you got it, the miscarriage happened. You were in such a low spot for the next year that you forgot all about it. During that time, you didn’t feel well enough to let anyone see you naked in any way, not even Chan. You ran your fingers gently across the area, you never had the heart to remove it. You were brought out of your thoughts by your phone notifying you of a text. You shook your head, I’ll check it later, you thought as you got into the shower scrubbing away the day before. 

By the time you got out of the shower you saw you had multiple texts and missed calls from the guys. Seeing that Hyunjin was the last call a few minutes prior you pressed his contact and put it on speaker as you got dressed. 

“Y/N!” 

“Geez, Jinie, what's up?” 

“Can you open your door?” 

“Oh, hang on.” You say as you pull on a big shirt and a pair of pajama shorts before going and opening the door. All of the guys piled into your small studio. You closed the door as they all took in your small place. “Make yourself at home.” You gestured to your couch. They all spread across the small space until there was no room for you. “What was so important that all of you came to see me at once?” You turned and hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter. 

“Chan still loves you.” Felix blurted out.

Your legs stopped swinging and you hopped down and got closer to them, “ What?” Your brain didn’t believe the words that were just spoken to you. You weren’t heard as the guys all started yelling at him for just blurting it out. 

“Hey!” You yelled and all their attention turned to you.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You crossed your arms, your hands playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Isn’t that Chan’s shirt?” Binnie asked as he sat front to get a closer look. This caused you to look down at the shirt you were wearing and it was indeed one of Chan’s t-shirts. One that you couldn’t bear to part with. “Don’t change the subject.” you scolded and used your arms to cover the shirt. Han got up and stood in front of you. ?He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, as if bracing you so you didn’t fall. “ Chan heard you this morning.” You furrowed your brows thinking back to this morning's conversation with Hannie. 

“And I miss him, Hannie, so fucking much.” You nodded your head.

“So he knows I miss him? There's nothing wrong with that.” 

“Y/n, you said you never stopped loving him.”

The whole conversation dropped into your memories. Your breath hitched. You flashed back to the night you left. 

*****

After a long fight with Chan, telling him that he deserved so much better than you, with him arguing that you were the only person he wanted, no matter what. You knew in order to leave him to find better you had to say something you would never mean, not in a thousand years. 

“I just don’t love you anymore Chris.” The words felt like a weight in your chest. Tasted like acid in your mouth. Watching the way his face fell, you felt like every bone in your body was breaking. He didn’t respond. You took that chance to grab your bag off the bed and leave before he had the chance to. 

*****

“What do I do?” You whispered out. 

“Was it the truth?”

You looked up and looked your best friend in the eye, “ I would never lie to you, Hannie.” Your voice cracked as tears started to fall. He pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, “ I don’t know. Y/n.” 

“Do you still love him?” Minnie asked from his spot on the couch.

“I never stopped.” You managed to whisper out. Hannie pulled back and tilted your face to meet his eyes. “ Then I think you should tell him.” 

Shaking your head you free yourself from his grasp, “ He won’t forgive me. I broke him.” 

Finally Lee Know spoke up, “ You did. You broke him badly. Yet your name is what he calls at night.” There was a chorus of agreement from the others. 

“That doesn’t mean anything.” They all started to argue.

“I can’t!” You yelled. This caused them all to quiet down.

“You love him, yeah?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Then what's stopping you?” 

Closing your eyes you looked to the ceiling, “ Last time. I couldn’t handle the fans. The death threats. The blaming. I can’t take that again.” 

“You won’t have to.” This voice caught you off guard, causing your head to snap in its direction. Standing there at the now open front door was the love of your life. Looking from him to the boys they all had small unsure smiles on their faces. 

He let out a small laugh, “ You did always look better in my clothes.” He took a small step into your home and gave the guys a look. They all tried to leave at once, very quickly. Causing them to get stuck in the door as they made their way out. Chan gave them a gentle shove and out they went while closing the door. He stared at you from across the room. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew you better then he knew the back of his hand, yet at this moment he couldn’t read your face. “Y/n.” He said as he now stood within arms reach. “Did you mean it?”

“Which part?” You squeak out now looking at the floor. 

“When you said you never stopped loving me?”

You nodded your head a little while keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Love, can you answer me with words?” He giggled a little at your reluctance to look at him or speak. 

“I never stopped loving you. Never. Not in a thousand years.” You felt his hand on your chin slowly lifting your head to look at him. Your eyes slowly met his. You searched them for any kind of emotion. Only you didn’t just see one, you saw them all. Anger, Fear, Hurt, Regret, Anxiousness, and finally Love. You'd recognize love in his eyes any day. He seemed to realize his hand was still on your chin as he slowly pulled it away. Before he could go too far with his hand you grabbed it and placed it on your cheek relaxing into it. All the worry and fear in his features seemed to just melt away. His eyes slowly moved from your eyes, to your nose, then your cheeks, like he was drinking in all your features. They finally landed on your lips before flickering back up to meet your eyes. You smiled a small smile before he placed both his hands on your cheeks and brought his face close to yours. He gently nudged your nose with his, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. It’s like that sound told him everything he needed as she gently closed the gap between you and placed his lips on yours. Your hands found his chest immediately. He pulled back slowly causing a small whine to leave your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours. “ I missed you so much.” His hands left your face and found their place on your hips. Your hands gently found their way to his neck and his hairline. “I missed you Chris.” You let out a small giggle, “ Did you even shower?” At this he chuckled and buried his face in your neck leaving a small peck there, “I did not. I was too worried about this. I changed though. ” You nodded, your hands moving and finding the bottom of the hoodie he was currently wearing. You slowly lifted it, asking for permission to remove it. He leaned back and removed it effortlessly. He moved to grab your hips again but you removed his hands and grabbed on in yours, leading him to the bathroom. “Shower first.” You gently closed the bathroom door and moved to the couch. 

The door to the bathroom opened and he stepped out wearing the same sweats but shirtless this time. “Can I maybe have my shirt?” He chuckled and pointed at you. Your cheeks heated up, “ Of course!” You grabbed the bottom and took it off and quickly handed it to him and watched as he put it on. You went to move past him to grab a shirt of your own when he lightly grabbed your wrist and spun you so you were in front of him again. You got a little self conscious seeing as you were now in just a bra and shorts. But he wasn’t checking you out like you thought. You saw he had focused on one spot. He slowly squatted so that he was eye level with your hip. “What are you d-” “When did you get this?” You were cut off by his question. “What?” You asked urgently. Then you felt his fingers lightly trace his name across your hip. “ Oh. That.” He moved you a little to look at it in a better light. “About a year before we broke up.” His face snapped up to meet yours and he rose from his spot, “ And you never told me?” You shrugged your shoulders as his hands found your hips again. “ I never really got the chance with everything that happened.” He rests his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry, Love. I should have protected you more.” Shaking your head you pull back and grab his face in your hands, “ There was nothing you could’ve done. You tried and I respect and appreciate that so much. I was just in too deep.” He gently pecks your lips, “ I wish I could’ve pulled you out sooner.” 

“I got out. With help. All that matters now is us.”

Kissing your lips again he utters the phrase you missed more than anything, “I love you.” 

[raccoonspooky]

Lazy masterlist of my slasher x reader fics:

EDIT 3/3/23: Since making this post, my masterlist has grown exponentially. Here’s my up to date masterlist on ao3!

Warning! Literally all of this is gonna be rated E unless specified otherwise! All fics will be on ao3! (Here's my ao3 masterlist!)

None of my fics will ever use the y/n device. They're all written in second person often from the killer’s perspective.

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire:

Love me Cancerously: (Chaptered slowburn longfic. Still updating, currently at about 60k words. Brahms POV. Ch 9 is a side story from the reader’s POV. This is my favorite favorite fic hahah give it a read!)

Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better: (Oneshot Smut. Brahms POV. 10k words. Bratty Sub x Bratty dom, complete brat overload. Femdom, orgasm denial. He's got a lot of BIG BIG thoughts while still behaving like a little shit.)

You Look So Pretty When You’re Mine: (Oneshot Smut. 3k words. Brahms POV Pretty much Pwp. Dude has a lotta thoughts while jackin’ it and staring at you like a creep.)

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair:

Obedient Dogs Aren’t Spoiled Ones: (One shot. 6.7k words. Bo POV. Petplay smut. Exhibitionism, rough face fucking. Sequels with this same reader and the other brothers coming soon.)

Unforgiving Girl: (Oneshot Smut. 11k words. Boot worship, love bombing, degradation. Stockholm syndrome.)

They’ll Pay You a Thousand for a Kiss & .50 For Your Soul: (Oneshot Smut. 17k words. Daddy kink, knife play, stockholm syndrome, choking, spanking, & the list goes on and on.)

Girl, who taught you how to use a fuckin iron?:(Oneshot Smut.Bo POV 4.7k words Violent throat fucking, Bo's using you like a toy and being an asshole while he's at it. I love you's.)

All 3 Sinclairs:

After Crying Wolf for the Third Goddamned Time you Start to Sound a Little Repetitive: (Multi Chaptered, plot with porn! Currently around 15k. You are a rougarou, a nasty Louisiana swamp werewolf cryptid and you've shown up in Ambrose to cause chaos. This is a F/M/M/M story. You get all 3 of these dummies. Alternating POVS, werewolf shenanigans. Smutty and fun and dumb)

Black Christmas (1974)

Billy Lenz

Girls Rule Boys Drool: (Oneshot. Billy POV, 4.6 k words. Onesided phonesex. Bizarre weirdo masturbation sesh while the reader berates him for bothering her. Dirty talk and degradation that goes both ways!)

Playlists:

Porcelain Pretty Boy: A Brahms Heelshire playlist full of soft indie music all about longing and how much he wants to stay with you forever and ever!

Horror movies make me 🥴: Slasher thirst and horror hotties playlist.

I have a bunch of other x readers and other stuff on my ao3 lol. Check me out!

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(Also here’s a meet the author post!)