#remember to stay safe if you watch firework outside

[tuliharja]

Happy New Year to Everybody!

[koqabear]

Attention

♫: 5 STAR, CL

“Yeonjun thinks there’s nothing better than to wind down after a show with his pretty girlfriend— Beomgyu also thinks there’s nothing better than winding down after a show with Yeonjun’s pretty girlfriend.”

yeonjun x fem!reader x beomgyu

Genre: rockstar!au, smut, pwp, established relationship w/jjun 

Word count: 5.8K

warnings: mc has acrylics. that’s it. 

smut warnings: hard/mean doms! yeongyu, sub!mc, threesome, strength kink(?), scratching, pet names (baby, good girl, etc.), name calling, dry humping, spanking, breast play, manhandling, degrading, fingering, oral (f&m rec.), choking, marking, biting, hair pulling, mirror sex, dumbification, slight brat taming?, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, unprotected sex, size kink, bulge kink, rough sex, creampies, mentions of safe word, facial, sloppy seconds, slapping, spitting, lmk if i missed anything 🤗

Notes: i’ve recommended every genre but rock for this.. final part of rockstar!txt, and my personal favorite; this was still barely edited—enjoy tho bc i definitely branched out quite a bit here >w<

Your legs feel shaky as you make your way away from the stage— whether it’s from adrenaline or anticipation for what’s to come, you’re not really sure. 

Another successful show has gone by with you in barricade; pushed up against the barrier by other eager, sweaty bodies, forced to endure another intense show in favor of watching your boyfriend perform— there’s a strange sense of satisfaction that you get from it, watching the way they all crowd around you and try to take your spot, hands reaching out desperately for even a brief touch from him. 

The most they’ll ever get from him is a brush of his fingers against theirs— but even that is enough to have them screaming in your ear, jumping eagerly as they don’t stop to realize why Yeonjun might be so eager to hog the section they’re currently in. 

You’re fully aware; maybe it’s because he’s always quick to spot you during his shows, sending you a wink before he’s striding over— subjecting you to a few hours of flirty and suggestive behavior, able to drink in the way your doe eyes look up at him with every thrust of his hips or growl of his voice— and if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve almost missed the quirk of his lips as he drank in your reaction desperately.

Your body felt a bit more buzzed than usual— maybe it’s because you were subjected to the absolute torture that was Yeonjun purposefully teasing you, completely ignoring you and sticking to the side opposite yours in favor of teasing and interacting with other faceless fans— you still remember the way your jaw dropped as you watch him reach out to a fan, holding her hand and winking playfully as he clearly mouthed a ‘call me’ to her.

Luckily for you however, you were quickly distracted by a different sight— meaning, Beomgyu and the way he very obviously seemed to stare you down every chance he got; where Yeonjun began to lack, he quickly took charge, lingering by your side and even taking a moment to go along with the way you reached out to him playfully, allowing him to hold your hand as he sang his part directly to you; you could feel deathly stares from both the fans around you and Yeonjun after that.

So now, here you are; one elaborate firework show later and the fans finally began to disperse and the crowded pit finally began to empty— leaving you, alone and antsy as you began to make your way backstage, where you knew a staff car was waiting to take you to the hotel Yeonjun was currently staying in.

Your leg is bouncing the entire ride there— fans outside seem to think the van you’re in may contain a member of the infamous band, and you watch with a small smile as they line the sidewalks and wave cluelessly; for a moment, you almost feel bad. 

You’re at the back entrance in the blink of an eye; that could also be attributed to the fact that you may have dozed off on your way there, but you don’t really mind it as you find yourself much more energized as you make your way out the van, thanking your driver before you’re off. 

Room 705, you tell yourself, pressing the number seven on the elevator as you lean back on the railing— you let out a soft, exasperated sigh as you make your way up, feeling the nerves from before creep up on you the longer you wait in this eerie silence— you’re practically running the moment the doors open, eager to see your boyfriend as you feel a wide smile form on your face. 

A moment passes after you knock on the door. 705, you reassure yourself, glancing back at the room number as you rock on your heels, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. Just when you begin to wonder if you’ve got the room wrong, pulling out your phone to check your messages with Yeonjun, the door suddenly swings open.

And you’re immediately pulled in. 

If the air hadn’t been knocked out of your lungs as Yeonjun pushed you roughly against the door, the way he captures your lips in a needy kiss definitely did. Your mind is spinning and you’re barely able to process what’s happening as you moan into his lips, feeling his hands wander up and down your sides, shivering at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin. 

You’re left to place your hands helplessly on his chest— you don’t bother to push him away though, indulging instead in the way his firm muscles tense under your hands, the thin material of his tank top not leaving much room for the imagination as you let your nails scratch and grasp at the material. 

He’s clearly reluctant to pull away as you begin to pat at his chest, attempting to signal your lack of air as he finally obliges after a second of struggle— you’re panting and dizzy as you take in the way his lips are swollen and shiny, his eyes lidded and dark as he takes in your outfit with a breathy chuckle. 

“Seriously?” he asks, reaching up to play with the hem of the shirt that barely covers you, the words “I ♡ TXT” written across them boldly, “You couldn’t have gotten one of those I heart my boyfriend shirts with a little picture of me? I saw a ton of fans wear those today.”

You scoff. 

“I dunno, I think this is more eye-catching— especially because it means that I don’t have to rely on getting the attention of just one of you.”

“Ohhhh, is that right?” he asks, tilting his head innocently as he wraps a hand around your waist, a cute smile on his face as he begins to walk backward to lead you further into his room, “Is that what your little attitude was about back then? Did I neglect you, baby?”

You pout. You hate when Yeonjun gets like this, teasing and petulant as he tries to back you up into a corner, trying to get you to say the wrong thing and set you straight by fucking you until you can’t think— it makes you feel undeniably small before him.

“Well, you did ignore me during the second half of the concert,” you admit, and you try to take a step back from him only to get pulled back in, your view obscured by him, “Seriously, you didn’t even come to our side.”

“You felt ignored?” he pouts, cooing softly at the way you meekly nod in agreement, “But Beomgyu didn’t ignore you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yup. Made sure to take good care of her.”

It’s only then Yeonjun lets go of you— he’s behind you now, interlocking his hands over your navel and pulling you back against him as he slots his chin on your shoulder— your stomach drops, and you’re able to feel the way Yeonjun presses against you perfectly from behind. 

Beomgyu lays back against the headboard, looking up from his phone as he sends you a pretty smile and a wave. 

“Shit baby, when did you get this skirt? It barely covers you.” you’re blinking out of your stupor as you feel Yeonjun grinding against you, your body beginning to rock from the motion as you grab onto his forearms weakly— you’re startled, unable to help your weak whimper as you take in the way Beomgyu stares at you with hungry eyes. 

And Yeonjun’s absolutely right— the pleated skirt is so short that it’s already ridden up, and you can feel your eyes hazing at the way he grinds his cock against your ass, against your panties that are already beginning to become soaked and sticky from your arousal. 

“You know, I saw the way you were so eager to interact with gyu once I left,” he purrs into your ear, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that has you bouncing and yelping weakly, “Have I been neglecting you that much, cutie? Am I not enough for you?”

“No, no no no,” you babble, already too stupid to make coherent sentences despite having yet been fucked, “Saw you flirting with fans, I just… wanted to get back at you, ugh—!”

Your mouth is falling open at the feeling of Yeonjun’s hand falling sharply on your skin— your ass stings from the sensation and your back arches in response, and Yeonjun’s free hand snakes its way up to grope your chest, pressing you back against him and spanking you again as he laughs darkly in your ear.

“Get back at me? You know I was just doing my job, right?” he’s mocking you— it’s mean and belittling as he rubs the stinging area for a second before landing another smack— hmm? he hums, egging on your response as his hand squeezes your breast warningly.

“You still ignored me,” you whine out, clearly not the answer Yeonjun wanted as he scoffs and undoubtedly rolls his eyes; he lets go of you, and you let out a soft yelp at the way he pushes you toward the bed— you stumble and fall face-first into it, bouncing on the mattress before you’re looking up in a daze— you’re meeting Beomgyu’s wicked smile the moment you come to your senses. 

“Okay baby, if that’s how you wanna play. You really seemed to enjoy Beomgyu’s attention today, how about you get some more?” You’re not sure what he may mean by that until you’re being moved; you’re seated in Yeonjun’s lap on the bed, a pained whimper ripped out of your throat from the way he tugs your hair and pulls your head back— you’re staring at the ceiling as you feel your legs get thrown over Yeonjun’s, left to his mercy as he spreads you open completely. 

“Fuck. Such an attention whore, aren’t you? How are you so wet already?” his tone is so, so mean and mocking as he rubs a hand over your panties, two fingers pressing down against your entrance as he watches the way your folds spill out from the action, hissing quietly before he’s laughing softly, “Did a little bit of grinding do all this to you? Or…”

He leans into your ear— he places a kiss behind it before his teeth begin to nibble at the flesh, laughing airily as his hands begin to rub up and down your trembling thighs. 

“Were you thinking of getting fucked the whole show?”

Your lips fall into a silent gasp— Beomgyu’s lips are leaving open-mouthed kisses at the inside of your knees, his soft hair brushing against your skin as you attempt to look down at him— only to squeeze your eyes shut, Yeonjun’s long and slender fingers coming up to press down on your throat and hold your head up as he prevents you from looking, adding more pressure as he takes in the way you squirm from his grip.

Your hands are gripping your skirt. It’s bunched between your fingers as you attempt to close your legs, only to be stopped by Yeonjun’s as he continues to hold you open— in response, he spreads his legs a bit more, indulging in the pained whimper you let out from the stretch. 

Beomgyu’s lips are inching up your thigh. He’s sucking and leaving marks, teeth teasingly sinking into the flesh as he takes in the way you jump and whine at the feeling— your eyes are screwed shut, and all you can hear is Beomgyu’s breathy laugh before he continues to make his way up. 

Beomgyu is nothing but cruel as he continues to tease you; you think you might begin crying as you feel his lips begin to kiss softly at your clit, the feeling barely there as you begin to whine petulantly.

“Don’t be like that,” Yeonjun scolds, taking the way you’re practically trembling, “Shouldn’t you be thankful Beomgyu’s here to give you some attention? If you keep this up, I’ll just make you fuck against a pillow and leave you here while I go out for drinks with the others. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

You can feel Yeonjun smile against your jaw as you frantically shake your head no. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek in return. 

“Good girl. Now be patient, okay?”

God, how can you be patient when Beomgyu is still teasing you over your panties? They’re soaking and you feel pathetic as he continues to toy with you with his tongue, clearly eager to make you messier than you already are as his spit continues to soak the rest of your panties through— the whine you let out once he presses his tongue flat against your entrance is pathetic, but you don’t have any energy to feel embarrassed from it as he begins to press against your panties in an attempt to fuck you with his tongue.

You don’t know how long this goes on for— all you know is that you’re shaking and you feel your eyes sting with tears by the time his fingers begin ghosting along your thighs, his soft groans and sounds that come from below only leaving you more needy by the time his fingers finally hook under the waistband of your panties. 

Your hips lift eagerly as he slides them down, and you don’t bother to take their teasing comments seriously as you blindly buck your hips toward Beomgyu’s face instead. 

“What’s got you acting like this?” Yeonjun asks, his voice deep and gruff as he speaks in your ear, “Don’t tell me a little bit of teasing is what’s got you like this.”

A little bit of teasing is a severe understatement. You’re trembling over Yeonjun and your voice is breaking as you protest quietly— and if your boyfriend thinks you haven’t felt the way he’s been bucking and rutting his hips into you this whole time, he’s sorely mistaken. 

All your spite melts away the moment Beomgyu gets his mouth on you— you’re jolting in surprise at the feeling of his face pressed flush against you, his tongue entering you with ease as he begins to fuck you with it like you desperately wanted; his nose is brushing against your clit and your hands blindly go to tug at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him closer still, entirely shameless of the way your hips grind into his face to chase pleasure— the way he groans and hums against you only makes your head spin, tugging at his roots weakly in an attempt to distract yourself.

Yeonjun’s hand presses against your throat— the pressure has you going dizzy, and you don’t seem to realize that he’s tilted your head back down until he’s squeezing teasingly, growling in your ear to look.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open. 

“Gyu…”

The said man’s eyes flicker up to gauge your expression— only he finds that you’re not looking at him, but rather behind him— in other words, straight at the full-length mirror you sit in front of, hazed eyes taking in the sight of you on your boyfriend’s lap, his hand on your throat and the other pushing up your crop top to play with your breasts, followed by the sight of Beomgyu kneeled between your spread legs, his head neatly tucked under the skirt you wear as he diligently goes back to eating you out like a starved man.

Your mind has gone dumb from the stimulation— so much so that you were barely able to keep track of the hands on your body, your chest jutting out from the way Yeonjun plays with your nipples and your thighs shaking from the way Beomgyu massages them teasingly. You think you might just receive a noise complaint from the way you can barely keep your sounds down, your hips beginning to roll against Beomgyu’s face as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach. 

“So fucking loud,” Yeonjun growls, his hand leaving your tits before he’s putting two of his fingers into your mouth— and like the “good bitch” you are, you take them without hesitation, your lips sucking on them while your tongue runs along his fingers diligently. 

It does little to muffle your sounds, however. You can’t take your eyes off the sight in front of you, incredibly needy as you begin to push Beomgyu against you and practically suffocate him with your pussy— but, judging by the way he groans in response and moves his head side to side before pressing firmly against your cunt, you don’t think he minds it.

“Is he making you feel good? Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, cutting off your frantic nodding before he’s shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue— your mouth is left open and you can only watch helplessly as drool begins to gather at the corner of your lips, your hips jumping up at the way Beomgyu’s tongue toys with your clit before he’s back to fucking you— the way you react to the action has him repeating it, and it isn’t long before you’re letting out a long whine and cumming all over his face. 

“Good girl. Fuck that’s so hot, that’s right, ride it out…” Yeonjun’s hand leaves your neck in favor of gripping your hips and guiding your movements, grinning wolfishly at the way you simply cry softly and wrap your lips around his fingers in response, a stray tear running down your cheek as your mouth falls open weakly once more, beginning to melt from the way Beomgyu has yet to pull away, feverish mouth still on your cunt as he begins to clean you up despite your weak cries of overstimulation. 

Beomgyu’s face is shining from your arousal by the time he finally pulls away. He’s sitting back on his knees and looking up at you with puppy eyes as he pouts, swollen lips reddened as he takes in the way your pussy still glistens from your arousal and his spit, your body twitching from the aftershocks as you merely whine once your eyes meet. 

“Felt good baby?” Yeonjun asks you, letting you go before he’s laying you back on the bed— you’re reaching out for him, grabbing his shirt and tugging him back to you in a weak attempt to get him on top of you, only to fail miserably— he chuckles softly before his hands come up, encasing your own before he’s pulling them off; his gaze darkens. 

“Show me just how much you liked gyu’s attention, yeah?” he asks, and you watch with wide eyes as he begins to step away, ignoring your weak attempts to get him to come back before he’s getting comfortable on a chair across the bed; squeezing your legs together, you’re left helpless as you watch Beomgyu rise to his feet and begin to hover over you instead. 

“Don’t you wanna be good for him?” Beomgyu asks, placing a tentative hand on your waist and watching as you shiver from the sensation, “For us? Hmm?”

The pathetic whine you let out in response is enough for him, watching as you shyly reach up to grab at his shirt before you’re pulling him towards you. 

Beomgyu’s hands are big and warm as he places them on your thighs, sneaking to the underside and pushing them against you as he begins to spread you properly— you’re left folded and at his mercy as you simply look at him with curious eyes, fingers splayed neatly on your chest as you begin to play with your breasts absentmindedly. 

You’re shameless as you watch Beomgyu take his cock out— even more so when you begin to squirm, eyes widening slightly just from the mere sight; god, he’s huge. 

“What’s with the reaction baby?” Yeonjun calls out, and you’re snapped out of your daze as you look at where your boyfriend sits, slouched in the chair and palming himself casually as he watches, “Something on your mind?”

You shake your head no— but as Beomgyu slowly aligns himself with your entrance, leaking tip beginning to glide along your cunt as he spreads your arousals, you can’t hold back the shaky whimper you let out, your voice breaking from the sound as you grasp at the sheets under you. 

He’s big— just like your boyfriend, who always has to take his time prepping you before he finally fucks you; the only difference here, however, is that Beomgyu has never fucked you before, so he certainly won’t be aware of the struggle he’ll be met with as his tip finally begins to prod at your entrance, testing out the waters before he finally pulls out again. 

Yeonjun, however, is fully aware of this fact.

Maybe that’s why you take in the way his lips quirk up in a mischievous smile as Beomgyu finally begins to enter you— hissing at the stretch, going insanely slow due to the way you clench down on him like a vice, the feeling enough to make him cum if he’s not too careful. 

You’re a trembling and squirming mess under him— your eyes are screwed shut when he grabs onto your hips, telling you to stop fucking moving as the sheer strength of his hold is enough to have you freezing. 

“Shit, such a cute little thing, always begging for attention— don’t even care that it’s not your boyfriend fucking you, huh?”

God, this is so embarrassing— especially with the way you practically melt at Beomgyu’s touch, weak whimpers flowing from you the moment you feel him bottom out, hips pressed flush against yours as he simply… remains still. Clenching around him pathetically, all shame is thrown out the window as you begin to attempt fucking yourself on his cock, trying to get any stimulation you can before his fingertips are digging into your skin— a clear warning to fucking sit still, as he growls out. 

Slowly, he pulls out; you can feel every vein that runs along his length from how slow he goes, your walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to keep him inside as you let out a soft whine— he quickly rams into you after that, ripping a shameless moan from you and making your body jostle back against the mattress, only to get pulled back into him by his hands. 

He’s able to build his pace that way— your body is his to control as he begins fucking you, rutting into you wildly as he takes in the way your eyes glaze with pleasure, weak cries and moans escaping your mouth as he simply smiles down at you coyly.

“Beomgyu,” you hear Yeonjun say, though you don’t have the strength to look over at him as you watch Beomgyu turn his head over, his thrusts slowing to something deep and slow as the two seemingly converse— you’re unable to hear what your boyfriend says, but you know he’s up to no good as you pick up on his last words.

“Do it, you’ll see how much she likes it.”

Before you can question what he could possibly mean by that, a choked cry is leaving you; Beomgyu has returned his rough pace of fucking you, your words dying on your tongue as you’re left to pant and moan pathetically— your back arches off the bed the moment you feel his hand fall on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge of his cock inside you and watching the way you bite your lip in a failed attempt to conceal the squeal he rips out of you; the pressure of his hand makes you tighten around him more, and the laugh he lets out would be enough to embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out. 

“Like feeling me? Am I too big for you, sweet thing?” he asks, whiny and attempting to mimic your tone as he sends you a pathetic pout, no doubt a reflection of your expression, “Can you feel me, baby? Feels good?”

Your eyes roll back the moment he brings your hand over to press on the bulge yourself; you’re letting out a soft fuck that has the two men chuckling, only able to come to your senses long enough to see that Yeonjun has begun to stroke himself where he sits, dark gaze never leaving your body as he watches everything with interest. 

Yeonjun is mumbling something again— it makes your heart race that you’re unable to pick up on it, much more focused on the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you to be able to pay attention to the conversation the two are having; before you can take any offense to it, Beomgyu is pulling out, the two of you hissing from the suddenness of it all before he’s guiding you to move. 

“You look so pretty like this.”

Yeonjun’s smile is warm as he meets your gaze— though you’re unable to see it for much longer, your head being pushed into the mattress as Beomgyu raises your hips a little more, landing a slap to your ass before he’s thrusting into you fully in one go— you think that if your face hadn’t been buried in the sheets, you definitely would’ve been scolded for being so loud. 

This position allows Beomgyu to fuck into you a little rougher; something Yeonjun told him you just go crazy for, and he knows it must be true if the way your walls flutter and suck him in are any sign, the feeling making it harder for him to not dump his load inside you then and there. 

“Pull her hair,” Yeonjun grins, watching as you nuzzle your face into the mattress for comfort, “She loves when you do that— isn’t that right, baby?”

Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice; he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging you hard enough that you’re being pulled up, pressed flush against his chest as Beomgyu’s hand snakes around your waist and circles your clit— if it weren’t for his arms that held you up against him, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed back down from the sheer pleasure.

His hand lets go of your hair in favor to wrap around your neck; his index finger taps at your cheek as he begins to put a slight pressure, watching as you become lightheaded and struggle to open your eyes upon his request. 

“Don’t you want your boyfriend to see how good you’re getting fucked?” 

His words shouldn’t spur you on as much as they do— but the way Beomgyu continues to spew absolute filth in your ears paired with the way Yeonjun stares at you as though he’s ready to pounce on you any second has you nearing yet another orgasm— and judging by the way Beomgyu hisses into your ear, you’re sure he notices it.

“Shit, such a greedy thing, so desperate to get fucked that you don’t care who it is, hmm?” Beomgyu says, laughing softly at the way you begin to squirm from his grip, “Feel good? Gonna cum on my cock? Hmm? Don’t even feel guilty that your boyfriend is watching you get fucked so good, just wanna get used, isn’t that right?”

You’re barely able to keep track of the shit Beomgyu is saying— all you know is that you’re intoxicated with the way his voice sounds, strained and shaky as his broken moans interrupt his sentences, the sound of skin against skin overwhelming your senses as you finally come down— your eyes are shutting tight as you feel yourself go weak, falling limp under Beomgyu’s hold before he lets you go entirely— and you’re falling back into the mattress, grabbing desperately at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself. 

The sudden rush of blood to your head only amplifies everything as Beomgyu lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s rough and unrelenting as he chases his own high, reassuring you quietly that he’s almost there, just a bit more, be a good girl and take it, okay?

It doesn’t take long before Beomgyu’s pace is stuttering, his hands gripping your waist and using you as a fucktoy as he begins groaning that he’s close. 

“Want me to cum inside?” he asks, his voice breathy and dazed as he watches the way you simply whine and nod your head, “Yeah? Dump my load and fill you up like a good cumslut? Love letting me use you how I’d like?”

A weak yes! yesyesyes! is all that leaves you before he’s burying himself as deep as he can and cumming inside you; you feel so warm and full as you feel him spurt his cum inside you, whining quietly and nuzzling more into the blankets as you let him ride his orgasm out.

A moment passes— he has yet to pull out.

“So?” Yeonjun asks, a lot closer than you expected as he suddenly takes your hair and forces you up, ignoring your weak protests with a roll of his eyes, “What do you think baby? You want more of his attention, or are you finally gonna apologize for being such a fucking bitch to me?”

You let out a noncommittal whine— Yeonjun’s brow quirks in interest, but he simply looks back at Beomgyu with a soft smile. 

“Think you can dump another load in her?”

Beomgyu’s cock is already hardening inside you— the whine you let out is left in vain as Yeonjun simply directs his hardened cock to your lips, tapping his leaking tip against them as he begins to spread his arousal along them, smiling wickedly as you send him a pleading smile. 

“You know how this works, doll,” he hums out, smacking his dick on your lips with a soft laugh, “You know the safe words; you say it and everything stops— so stop acting like a helpless bitch.”

Softly, his hand taps your cheek.

“Now open up, won’t you?”

You’re obedient as always as you do what he says immediately. Your eyes are watery as you allow him to use your mouth just how he likes, the vibrations of your moans from the way Beomgyu continues to fuck you making Yeonjun pathetically bite his lips to conceal his sounds— of course, it doesn’t work, and all he’s left with in the end are swollen and reddened lips you’re fighting the urge to kiss. 

By the time Beomgyu is cumming inside you again, Yeonjun is above you groaning that he’s close; you’re whimpering at the feeling of being filled a second time tonight as Yeonjun takes his cock out and furrows his brows in concentration, taking in your fucked out face before he spills his load all over you; your eyes close as you feel the spurts of cum land on your lips, cheeks, and shirt, over the bold I ♡ TXT  as Yeonjun only smiles with pride; you’re whimpering pathetically as Yeonjun proceeds to use his sensitive tip to spread his release across your lips, hissing quietly as your tongue darts out to lick it teasingly. 

“Yeonjun,” you whimper out, looking up at your boyfriend with eyes that almost make his knees buckle, “Still need you. Want you inside me.”

He grins— how could he deny such a request?

In the blink eye, you’ve changed positions, now lying on your back— Beomgyu is no longer inside you, sending you a wolfish grin as he places one last kiss on your head, patting your thigh slyly before he’s sending you off to Yeonjun; after all your teasing and subjecting himself to watch for so long, Yeonjun can feel his refractory period turn to ashes the moment he finally slides himself inside you, your thighs dripping with Beomgyu’s cum as more comes out the moment Yeonjun bottoms out. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, moving slowly before he’s forced to stop from the feeling of you clenching around him, “How are you still so tight? Did you miss me that much, pretty?”

Without a second thought, you nod— Yeonjun simply laughs at that, beginning to move slowly and watching the way your face contorts in pleasure before he’s glancing back to the chair he sat in, making eye contact with Beomgyu as he sends him a grin. 

“You know, she really likes it when you do this,” he says, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck you roughly; you’re yelping and crying from the overstimulation, highly sensitive as hot tears begin escaping your eyes, “Don’t you, baby? Feel good right now?”

“Too— too much, jjunie,” you hiccup, though the way your pussy tightens around him says otherwise, your hands are desperate to grab onto something as you hold onto your skirt, crumpling the fabric in your hands as you allow Yeonjun to pull your shirt up, feeling the way his expert fingers play with your breasts and tug at your nipples, the movement almost memorized at this point.

“Too much?” he coos, not slowing his pace for a second as he watches you nod, taking in your teary eyes hungrily, “Want it to stop? Gonna say the safe word?”

You don’t respond. 

“‘Course you won’t,” he hums, slapping you softly and huffing out a laugh at the way his cum has begun to dry on your face, the feeling filthy as you simply whine, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks until your lips are forced in an open pout; he leans in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he continues to fuck you. 

“You love being used as a cumdump too much to say it, don’t you?”

Without a further warning, his index finger tugs at your lower lip, forcing your mouth open a little more— then, he spits. 

You come undone shortly after.

Yeonjun’s pace doesn’t slow down throughout any of it; not when you squeeze him so tight your cunt is practically choking his dick, not when you begin squirming and crying under him, and certainly not when he feels his own high approaching, only fueled even more when your pretty acrylics come up to dig at his shoulder, letting out a loud cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot and scratching along his back, the stinging sensation enough to set Yeonjun off as he cums inside you— he sits back and watches as even more cum leaks out, your body already exhausted beyond relief as you simply let your eyes close and your chest heaves as you catch your breath. 

Yeonjun is rubbing your thighs soothingly, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again before he begins to speak. 

“Was that enough attention for you?” he asks— he’s hovering over you again, a mischievous smile growing on his face as he looks down at you and the mess he’s made, “I think you deserve a bit more.”

Fuck Yeonjun and his petty grudges. 

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hello! May I make another request?

Can I request a Frederick x fem reader. Ya know the scene where he pulled out the gun and pushed orphy with it and pointed it on the ground when he told Alice to place the box on the ground? (Him with a gun is so hot) can it be like a similar situation, for example reader and Alice are close friends and they went to the manor together. nsfw

I was just talking to @turbulentscrawl about the THAT scene, buddy only had one round and if he shot it then his glass jaw was done for lolol also based it off this post

Rated Mature | Warnings: Reader has a past (tm)

Alice deserves to be called 'good girl' (listen!)

“A single barrel pistol,” Cold, “Meaning you have exactly one bullet.” The Composer's eyes narrow at your words, “Once that bullet is gone, you will have only maybe that cane of yours as a weapon or you better start running.” Laying out his choices.

Alice stands behind you, rather you place yourself in front of Alice who looks at you surprised. Back at the orphanage, you always were the defender the children flocked to; Alice too back then looked up to you.

Still does as she knew for this investigation she will need an ally. Someone to watch her back.

“Better make that shot count, Frederick.” This is not your first time being held at gunpoint, sadly as a kid, you were the fighter. It was your only way to survive, none of the adults helped— Whether they cared or not, it didn't matter, you had to fight. As you got older, you got involved with the wrong side of the law. A driver, the type that helps with getaway driving and deliveries– No questions asked, no identification shared on your side.

Frederick looks at you, you know desperation when you see it.

The roar of thunder echoes, blood spills, and Frederick stands there in shock.

You grunt in pain but strike him with a right hook, he stumbled backward holding his face, hand dropping the cane in his hand.

“(False Name)!” Alice catches you before you fall to your knee, blood slipping out of your shoulder from the bullet wound. “Are you crazy!?”

You laugh as Frederick doesn't get up as Orpheus, who so happens to show up after the showdown, restrains him with a rope he found at the stables.

“Is the bullet out?” Alice nods at your question and points to the ground where it landed, “Good. Remember what I showed you?”

Alice does first aid, not her first time patching you up after a firefight.

“Good girl.” A low voice to have only for her to hear you as she makes a sling using your jacket.

“Gonna dump him in the same spot as his great-grandmother's favorite horse?” You ask Orpheus who gives you an inquisitive look.

“She is not my great-grandmother.” Frederick corrects you.

“Whatever, we can just say he went missing.” Shrugging then hissing at the pain.

All of them look at you like you said something horrible.

“He almost killed me, remember!”

You once told Alice, as a joke, that you would stay with her like the Cheshire cat as she makes her way down this rabbit hole. You are loyal to her, always have been since the orphanage. And even as the world turned to a new nightmare, as the truth about the manor became murky yet clear, you remained steadfast to your word. 

Driver, this is the title given to you upon the first match.

The game is akin to a story you have read once during your late shifts of being the getaway driver. Something about man being the greatest beast to hunt. This game is just like that.

A single hunter versus five survivors. Only, the twist is that everyone has strange abilities that can make or break a game.

Ciphers. Exit gates. Dungeons to escape. Chairs, the fucked roller-coaster ride seats with loads of fireworks under it with a timer attached.

It's a sick game you are forced to play with others.

You try to put science to all this but none of it makes sense. Maybe… You hate having to accept this is outside the realm of science you know or logic that is well, logic.

Alice is not safe, and you aren't either, but she is your priority.

Two ciphers down, fuck this game, the hunter is tailing you like a wolf hungry for meat. You stumble as you climb through a window after using a pair of gloves that boost your speed.

The hunter loses you thanks to a person titled Batter.

You limp over to a toolbox looking for hopefully some form of first aid— That miracle syringe Doctor has.

The people in your group are Journalist, Batter, and Composer.

Yeah, strange seeing— much less being in a group with a guy who nearly killed you run over, after priming the cipher, to you and patching you up the best he can. His hands are steady, nibble, and quick as they all had to learn how to patch each other up. This isn’t a game one can win by playing lone wolf, in order to survive everyone has to work as a team. Even if that means working with someone who tried to kill you.

Now, to say you hang that over his head is not true. In the line of work you had been in, you sometimes had to work under pressure with people who may have threatened you with any form of physical violence. You rolled with the punches, often literally, but you lived. Life hardened you, and you moved on (though moving on does not mean you forgive them). Guilt bites at the Composer in a way that you had not expected.

Relationships are not unheard of but rare. One-night stands are not rare but not as common because most do not want to deal with drama while trying to get through a match.

You were open to having sex, it is a destresser and you can do it with no strings attached. Luca was one you had bedded a few times, fun guy. Norton too but he is a messy one, the mood swings had ended the arrangement fast (though you did let him have it when you both got into a fight in the duo match).

Past adventures, the present adventure is the man now kiting with you against Naiad.

The gate currently opened (thanks to Alice), is blocked by the mer-bitch (you… dislike her or rather going against her).

Composer takes a hit to distract as he hasn’t taken any damage during the match. You follow up by shooting the hunter with the flare gun then dashing to follow out.

The match ends in a victory for the survivors.

“See you tonight.” Upon entering the manor you pat his shoulder before leaving off to check on Alice.

Frederick Kreiburg could be considered boring.

There are not always nights with that raw passion that would make the Gods blush sort of thing. Nothing like romance novels with the life-altering sex the protagonists have.

It is… Well, it is like making love honestly.

With Luca, you had fun. Playful and a lot of teasing. With Norton, it was like a fight, rough and hard that left you swore for days. Even the time you slept with Demi after a long of partying, it was fun and sweet.

With Frederick, this love. He is the composer and you are the orchestra. Each symphony played with care, practice, and with love.

You never made love before. Sex is one thing, fucking around is another, but love is different. It is just as consuming as lust but lingers longer than lust. It has you biting your lip as Frederick removes your slippers from when you bathed, his lips kissing the top of your foot, his hand massaging the soreness under your foot.

It is like being worshiped and adored in a way lust cannot give you.

He travels upward slowly, his gloves tossed to the floor, your leg brought up to rest on his shoulder and the other leg guided to open you up to him.

Like a flower, or something poetic.

“Frederick.” You don't realize how pent-up you are until he kisses the inside of your exposed thigh. The bathrobe opened and slumped around your waist. “Fuck.” Moaned out.

He enjoys making you sing, enjoys seeing that hardened exterior crumble to expose that you are just as starved just as him. He takes his time preparing you. Every action is blessed by a tune he knows you ask later what song he is singing. You enjoy hearing him talk about his music.

When he finally lets you cum, you nearly jump him in your eagerness to get him naked. The Composer is different from you, you like that.

“I love you.”

To think he pulled out a gun and had shot you during the struggle.

“Say it again.” Between his legs.

“I ah l-love you.”

The hum of an old song, Clair de Lune, sounds pretty, as you blow him is fun. He has to guess the song before he cums.

The fun part is after when you let him gather himself before the union. The crescendo (you told him and found it amusing that you tried learning musical terms to flirt with him), the part that you both have to fight to not be so loud. Even if his room is free of neighbors (a few less than other sections), you more than once had to tell Naib to shut up with the teasing about Frederick moaning.

Yes, you possess those moans and the Mercenary does not need to be an ass.

The low, yet comforting part, is the post-orgasm part.

Lying there basking in the glow. You are clingy and praising him endlessly, it is something you enjoy doing with your partners. He falls asleep fast when you ‘overwork’ him, the man needs the sleep and you need to let out some post-match steam.

[zoeykallus]

Hey! Happy Fourth of July! I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests so ignore this if you’re not lmao but because of my PTSD-fireworks are… tough lmao. Can you write a little something of the bad batch comforting their S/O while neighbors are lighting fireworks?

Aloha!

Wow! This one slipped through the cracks! I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this one! 😱😱😱

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - PTSD And Fireworks

Mostly Fluff/Mention Of PTSD And Audio Triggers

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You know that it is coming. You are already uneasy inside, basically you are prepared for it, but you know the sounds will still worry and unsettle you. Fortunately, you are not alone tonight.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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Hunter

He already knows you're uncomfortable before it's really obvious.

"Are you okay?"

You blink at him, puzzled, but then you remember how fine Hunter's senses are. Of course, he can sense that you're tense, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

"Sure, everything's fine. It's just the fireworks, they'll probably go off any minute."

He nods in understanding. Hunter already knows about your PTSD, you feel comfortable and safe with him, that's why you confided in him a while ago.

He suggests turning on some music, sitting by the window together, and watching the fireworks from inside. The music is supposed to muffle the noise from outside a bit, and Hunter thinks maybe if you see what's going on, it will calm you down a bit.

You sit down on the windowsill with some hot chocolate, Hunter holds your hand and squeezes it gently each time you flinch, smiling at you to let you know he's with you, and you have nothing to worry about. He talks to you gently, asks you a few questions, distracts you a little until the whole thing is over.

He's still very attentive later, when the worst is over, you're in bed, and people are still setting off fireworks sporadically. Hunter gently has an arm around you and murmurs soothing words to you every time you tense up again. You're in good hands with Hunter.

Echo

He himself doesn't like fireworks very much. Like you, Echo is a little tense tonight. As a soldier, especially one who has experienced things like Echo, such noises can also be very nerve-wracking. Echo has cooked for both of you, you've eaten before the sun goes down, in peace, but you both keep looking, automatically already nervous to the window. "You're thinking about the same thing I am, aren't you?" you ask quietly. Echo nods slowly and answers, "The fireworks." You ask him a little uncertainly, "You're staying over tonight, right?" He looks at you urgently and says, "Of course! I would never leave you alone on a night like this." You smile in relief, and Echo returns the smile gently. "Don't worry, Love" he says encouragingly, "We'll get through this together". You make yourselves comfortable on the sofa that evening. Snuggled together, your legs over his lap, your torso leaning against his, your arms around his middle, his arm around your shoulders. There's a movie on the television. You've closed all the shutters, windows and doors to muffle the noise from outside as best you can.

You both wince now and then when it booms a little louder outside, and calm each other down with short touches and glances. Now and then you talk a little, but for both of you the evening is really exhausting. Nevertheless, of course, you survive the night, tired, but happy to have had each other that night.

Wrecker

He loves the fireworks, but he knows how nervous they make you. And even though you insisted he go watch the fireworks, he shows up at your door just before sundown.

"Wrecker? What are you doing here?"

He beams at you, holds up a bag of goodies, and says, "I thought we were having a movie night."

Baffled and with your heart dancing with joy, you ask him, "But you love fireworks so much. Didn't you want to watch them?"

He waves it off like it's nonsense. But you know he's only here to watch you, and your heart literally leaps out at him in gratitude.

"I'd rather look at you," he says perkily, and comes inside.

The evening is much more relaxed than you expected. Even though you get scared and nervous for a moment occasionally, Wrecker is always near you, gently holding you close and talking to you to distract you while you watch some movies.

Of course, he feeds you snacks in between and steals a few gentle kisses.

Tech

He has already calculated statistics and probabilities for you; at the moment, numbers are floating in front of your inner eye. "It's very unlikely that you'll get hurt if you stay in the house," Tech says matter-of-factly, his famous index finger raised. You sigh softly and look at him. He blinks, your sigh not lost on him. "What's the matter?" he says softly, eyeing you carefully. "That may all be true, but fear is rarely rational, nor can it be always controlled by rational thought"

His eyes wander back and forth for a moment, thoughtful, then he says, "I see. So this fear probably stems from some trauma or disorder." You nod and shrug your shoulders at the same time, as if to acknowledge it and yet not admit it. Tech smiles and offers, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight? We could play cards or watch a movie. I can hold your hand, distract you." You smirk at him and say, "It would be great if you could stay over tonight. But I won't play cards with you" Tech beams, "I'd love to stay," but then his expression turns questioning, "Why won't you play cards with me?" "I've seen you play against all your brothers," you note, shaking your head. "So?" You laugh and reply, "No one can win against you. I've seen you play against yourself, and when I asked why you were doing that, you said the only way to make this game a challenge was to play against yourself."

Tech grins and finally nods. "All right, that's true, of course. So it's going to be a movie night." Tech keeps his promise, of course, staying the night and holding your hand. When, at a particularly loud boom, you automatically push yourself closer to him, he puts an arm around you and says softly, "It's okay, you're safe here with me"

Crosshair

He doesn't know anything about it. You haven't had a chance to talk about your fear. He is all the more confused that you don't want to watch the fireworks outside, and it's baffling to see how tense and jumpy you are. You were playing cards, and a particularly loud noise startled you so much that you jumped up and half hopped across the table onto his lap. He sighs softly, puts his arms around you and asks quietly, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you? Is it the fireworks? Is that why you didn't want to go out to watch them?" Your fingers are clawed at his clothing as you quietly reply, "Is it that obvious?" He laughs softly, "Just a little." You are about to let go of him again when several firecrackers go off in a row, and you clutch right back at him.

"Hmm," he softly utters, "How about we sit on the sofa, turn on some music or the holoprojector, and you just stay clinging to me, Kitten?" You look at him apologetically and smile lopsidedly. "That would be great," you finally say meekly. Crosshair nods, gets up with you, and heads for the sofa along with you. Even though he can be a grumbler, at heart he's very attentive and has a gentle side as well. He stays all night, of course, to watch over you.

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“Me, Myself and I”s

When I was a kid, I was reckless. I was playing around, my long hair free as soon as mom turned her back and head first in the bushes. I found a hole in the cypresses around our home where nobody could see me, but light was passing between the branches. I called it my clearing and I would go here everytime I could. I imagined that every little particle floating around me was a fairy, that this place was their home, and that to go here and see the fairies meant that you were special and the fairies deemed you worthy.

When I was a kid, I stay locked in the house because my mother was scared I’d get sick. While she was ironing clothes I sat on the floor and looked at her while listening to the radio. Or I helped her and dusted the floor with a broom. I remember that every wednesday afternoon, the sky was gray. The lights were yellowish in my parents bedroom. The singer in the radio sang a breakup song. And my mother sang along.

When I was a kid, I was lively. In family gatherings, I loved to chat with every adult, hopping on knees after knees to tell stories that popped in my mind like fireworks. I could make out the craziest back stories about any piece of jewelry, every rock, every tree, always something to do with magic and heroes in ancient caves plotting an attack against some evil forces. A red or orange ring was the Ring of Fire, an odd shaped rock was an artifact belonging to a civilisation that didn’t exist anymore, a pretty flower was to be infused in hot water to cure illnesses. And I drew these sacred objects in action, giving away pieces of my imagination to amused people or making amulets for them to wear and have good luck.

When I was a kid, I was jaded. That’s what one teacher said to my mom when I was in 1st grade. That’s what another wrote in my report card in 2nd grade. During recess, I went to sit alone against the school gates and watched as my imaginary friends were playing outside, calling me, asking me why I couldn’t go with them. I was distracted and easily startled. But I was often praised for how calm I was. How you couldn’t hear me. If you put me in a place without toys and with only grown ups around, I’d go in a corner, sit and hum to myself until it was time to go. The only issue was getting me to break from my daydreams.

When I was a kid, I was blunt. I spoke my mind, sometimes a bit too much. That was how I made friends. I’d go see a little girl crying and told her how pretty she was, then we’d be playing together like nothing happened. I could spot someone who needed help just looking around in the room and go ask if I could give them a hand. I was generous and loved to make little gifts for the people I loved, for kids who needed comfort, for parents who let me stay at their house to play with a friend. Everyone was welcomed in my heart.

When I was a kid, I was gloomy. I was often busy, alone, in a corner of the playground, talking to myself, rocking back and forth, shaking my head when one of my invisible mate would say something stupid. I laughed out loud to nobody, and when asked what made me laugh, I’d lock myself back in my mind without answering. I let people walk over me. I got my favourite toys stollen. A boy I didn’t like would sometimes take me by the hand to a hidden corner and kiss me on the mouth, even forced his tongue in it a couple times. My mother called me a disgusting bitch.

When I was a kid, I was an orphanage. When I try to remember it’s like my brain is split in two. Which kid was I ? The bubbly one, the empty one, the angry one ? Was it me who shout at my brothers and sisters ? Was it I who laughed while watching cartoon ? Did I cry myself to sleep ? Was I the one who comforted me ?

Why is my mother so warm and feels so safe in one memory but if a child-me draws the scene she has red glowing eyes and sharp fangs like she’s going to eat me ? Why is my father ugly and scary and screaming in my mind while another child-me cries for him to take me in his arms and never let go ?

Grown up me doesn’t know how to tell a story, because there’s a thousand I shouting to tell their sides everytime “I” try to. And I’d give anything for my brain to be a pile of books I could read, sorted by authors: me, myself, and Is.

[mklegends-smokescreen]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Smoke Screen chapter 10: Mission Complete

The next day, the Earthrealm warriors get ready to leave for home. The Special Forces and the ninjas all gathered for their final goodbyes, and the kahn and her sister walked forward, thanking the Earthrealm warriors once again.

Kitana: And as for you, Robin, what do you say? Will you stay here, or leave to join these warriors?

the caped crusader gave some thought, but then he looked over at Smoke, who nodded his head as if to say yes, and he finally made his decision.

Robin: actually, I think I might leave, your majesty, 'cause, I've sort of always wanted to see what lies beyond this Realm. I know I have duties here, but I'm leaving that behind me... For now at least, but I will send you messages when I can. I've met a lot of people in my life, but I may have found my real friends right here.

Kitana and Mileena looked at Robin, scoffing, but happy that their close friend made the right choice.

Kitana: Very well, you may go with them, but do send us messages once a week.

Robin: I'll try, your highness. Thank you. Now, shall we go, everyone? I can't wait to get to Earthrealm, see all the things I've missed out on.

Hanzo Hasashi used his amulet to open the portal to the Special Forces Headquarters.

Smoke: (to Robin) You made the right choice, Robin. Trust me. You'll love it.

The caped crusader smiled, and nodded his head. As they all walked through the portal, the image cuts to the inside of the S.F. HQ, where Sonya and Johnny waited for them.

Johnny: Yo, Cass, good job! We were worried, but we had faith. Nice job. And uh... Who's the new guy?

Kabal: (reffering to Robin) He's just a friend.

Sonya: Tremor.

Tremor: General.

Sonya: Can someone explain why this Black Dragon scumbag is here?

Robin: Hey, Rocky Road's a good guy now. Don't worry, I got some dirt on him that I can share. I got a feeling you're gonna like this.

Sonya: I'll be the judge of that. You guys need a ride home, or are you good?

Sub Zero: It is alright, we can make it back safely.

Cassie: Oh come on! At least stay for the party!

The other ninjas and Tremor looked at eachother and shrugged. Smoke was the only one to say yes. As the image fades out, we see Kano in the cell with a note book and a pencil, drawing something, as he is very good at it. He looks over to see his cell is right next to Hsu Hao's (hey, remember that guy? I do).

Kano: What did I do to deserve this.

Hsu Hao: You know, I can hear you.

Kano: I hope you can hear me.

The image fades away into the Outside of the HQ, close to midnight, with fireworks flying through the air and music playing in the background. Johnny and Sonya are dancing together, while Cassie is introducing Robin and Tremor to her team, the Kombat Kids. Kabal and Stryker are cracking jokes, and the other ninjas are drinking. Jax is talking to Kenshi and Sub Zero, and Hanzo Hasashi is watching over everything.

Tremor and Robin, somehow, still feels unwelcome. He makes a rock chair to sit on it alone for a bit. Smoke, ever observant, notices this and walks up to them.

Smoke: What's wrong, Robin? Are you alright? You're not having fun?

Robin: (looks at him) I am, I'm just not used to any of this, is all.

Tremor: And I just... I guess I don't feel welcome. I'm sorry, its just, I'm not the easiest person to talk to. I was never taught how to be friendly, and its kinda hard for me. Sorry. Maybe its a good idea if I leave.

Robin: Nonsense. Everyone needs a little help every now and then. If ya want, we could teach you how to fit in. Ya know, if you'd like. (Looks at Smoke) Would you?

Tomas: (looks at Robin and nods) Of course. But first, let's enjoy the party. Tomorrow we can get started. Sound good, Tremor?

Tremor: Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

Robin: (to Tremor) can I trust you with something, big fella?

Tremor: Yes.

Smoke: Great. I'll be over at the food section if you need me.

Robin: (leans in to whisper) you wanna know a secret? I'm not so sure about these people, myself. I'm not one for crowds. You wanna know why I came along? Its because I was hoping I could find a place I can belong. A family, since mine is lost to me. So, I'm gonna tell you this: I can understand how you're feeling. And we all need a friend or two.

Tremor: (in disbelief) Really?

Robin: Yeah, really. Trust me. I got plenty of dirt on these guys.

Tremor: Well, we have plenty of time to get to know eachother, and we can start tomorrow.

Robin: Agreed. (sticks out his hand) Partners?

Tremor: Sure. Why not? (shakes his hand)

And the image fades to next morning.

The next morning, everyone says their final goodbyes. Kabal gives everyone a quick high five, Robin and Tremor join the Special Forces and Smoke and Sub Zero head home to the Lin Kuei Temple.

Robin: (narrating) Well, that's basically it. The ninja dudes head back home, and Tremor and I go on a few duo missions, but occasionally with the Kombat Kids. After that, they give me the offer of a lifetime: a spot in their team. And, I don't know, they made it clear they really want me on their squad. So, I took it, and now, I'm a member of the Kombat Kids. We've been a team for three months, and they're a great team to be on. I've met many interesting people, and made some good friends. Tremor also got a fresh start, as the Special Forces erased any and all of his records of being in the Black Dragon, and now he's a S.F. Super solider. He and I sometimes take road trips to revisit our Lin Kuei buddies. I don't know what's gonna happen next, but one thing is certain: whatever the future brings, I'll be ready for it. I've lived a long life, and there's no better way to end it, than fighting alongside my best friends.

The End

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the family going on disney trips has my entire heart and the mario v gaston fic quite literally hasn’t left my mind. aside from the ‘luigi grew up wanting to be a prince’/cast members love him stuff, do you have any other disney hcs for them?

- @luigisghosts / dittyel (ao3)

Hi again! Lovely to see you ^^

I HAVE SO MANY! I don't even know where to get started.

The first time they ventured out and went to Disney was because good old Uncle Spike saw that Luigi was having a hard time with everything going on with Mario, and wanted to do something for him. One day, Spike was going over to help Mario set up some furniture for Luigi's new bedroom (they had moved houses again) and walked in on Luigi watching Lilo and Stitch, he knew then what he could do to cheer him up.

He and Pauline went all out to make sure that Luigi had the best possible experience, and so that Mario didn't have to worry too much. Well, he did anyway, but Spike insisted it was diluted worry!

Due to Luigi's neurodivergency and health conditions, the staff at the park were made aware of him in order to make the stay more magical despite his differences. This made it all the more magical for him as he could talk to his favourite characters, and they knew his name!

To Mario's surprise, he found out he really enjoyed going to Disney. He learnt how to unwind there and simply just be a fun dad to Luigi instead of constantly worrying. It became their safe place, where they could go to just relax and be a family with no worries of what happens outside of Disney.

This is why they all decided to start going as much as they could. It became a tradition, and never got old for them.

Spike and Mario loved to attend those adult evenings where you can dress up whilst Pauline stayed at the hotel with Luigi. They went as Jedi once, because they both absolutely love star wars and will hear no bad things about it. Especially whilst dressed as Obi-Wan and Anakin.

Side note, whenever Spike and Mario are on different levels of ground, without fail they always go 'it's over Anakin! I have the high ground!' 'You underestimate my power' - it never fails to embarrass Pauline and Luigi but honestly they don't care they find it too funny

During the fireworks shows: Mario, with Luigi on his shoulders, alongside Spike and Pauline, are all happily singing along to the music, clapping, and then always, always go for drinks afterwards where they will then talk about how amazing it was.

It's normally Spike and Pauline who go on the rollercoasters as Mario always got paranoid about Luigi going on them, but one day they eventually convinced him to ride with them, and they all have the picture framed somewhere in their respective houses. The image of Mario clinging to Pauline's arm whilst Luigi and Spike had their hands thrown up in the air. Mario does not like rollercoasters.

A mild inconvenience? Spike, Pauline and Mario all look at each other, and give each other the look. The 'should we go to Disney?' Look and then within a few weeks they're back there.

Luigi likes to dress up as his favourite characters but he's very, very shy so Mario, Spike and Pauline all walk around the park with mouse ears and face paint on to bring the focus to them and not Luigi.

They're remembered at Disney for being called 'the crazy family' because of how amazingly chaotic they are when there. (This is actually inspiration from my family because we go to Blackpool every year, and all the staff there remember us as 'crazy family' HAHA)

Spike has a picture with every single Disney Princess.

Mario has beef with Gaston.

Pauline likes to complain with the Evil Queen about how annoying Spike and Mario are.

Luigi only eats at one specific restaurant so it's always a battle to get a reservation there.

Their houses are all full with Disney artifacts.

All in all, they love Disney HAHA. If you have any more questions about it feel free to ask ^^

[nautiscarader]

Maybe Ash Ketchum getting into a breeding frenzy with his harem?

(If I knew Pokeani would air the world championship by now, I'd use it, bit instead have an alternate ending to Alola arc)

(Ao3)

Despite the late hour, the night sky was still illuminated by occasional explosion of fireworks in celebration of the historical achievement. The sounds of the fireworks mixed with the distant echoes of the crowd cheering, as Ash Ketchum's memories mixed and conglomerated into one huge mess. His victory in the conference, earning him the title of the first Alolan champion clashed with the appearance of the Ultra Beast Guzzlord…

And now, after long, long banquet, full of food, music and laughter, he was off to the beach house, already mentally preparing to leave this beautiful country in search of new adventures.

But as he stepped inside, he found it to not be empty. His Pikachu arched his back and tail, but relaxed, as he and his pal recognised the intruders. Mallow, Lillie and Lana sat on the floor in the main room, surrounded by mountain of pillows, all cheering the moment their friend stepped inside, rushing to shower him with affection.

The three must have sneaked back from the celebrations not too long ago, as they a ll wore their ceremonial yukatas, Mallow and Lana sporting more traditional, Alolan ones, while Lillie wore more Kantonian, white one.

And only as the barrage of kisses subsided slightly, Ash was given the chance to breathe and speak.

"I guess we're moving the party here, huh?"

"Well, we thought we could give you our parting gift.", Mallow spoke, her hand gently pushing down her robes, deepening her cleavage cut.

"Or rather you giving us parting gifts.", Lillie corrected her, coiling around his arm, letting him sneak his hand underneath her robes.

"Wh-what do you mean?", Ash asked, watching as the three exchanged frisky looks.

In a single motion, the girls undid their clothes and let them fall to the wooden floor, blinding Ash with the stunning beauty of their naked bodies. After a long while of staring at t hre epairs of breasts and three appetising triangles between their thighs, the young champion came to his senses and loked around, seeing only the tip of Pikachu's tail as he sneaked outside. He has been around long enough to know what was going to happen…

"As for those gifts…", Lana explained, "In the ancient times, when a man was to set off for a journey, it was customary for him to leave something behind, in case he never returned".

She stepped forward, seeing how Ash;'s eyes follow every step of her and move of her curves.

"A… mark on this world, if you will", she spoke, dragging her finger across the bulge he was trying to hide with his outfit. She placed her hand on her underbelly and watched as realisation dawns on him, especially when he noticed that Lillie and Mallow performed the same gesture.

"Y-you… you all…"

"Yes", Mallow answered, joining Lana, her bare body mere inches from Ash's still clothed one. "We want the Alolan champion to bless us withy your seed, before you set off for another journey."

"Though, of course we would preferred if you'd stay…", Lillie added at once, rushing forward, completing the circle. "Life on Alola seems perfect, isn't it?"

"Look, we're not gonna pressure you", Mallow spoke, reaching to the drawer and procuring a familiar six-pack of rubbers, all with Masterball image printed on it. "We can do it safely, and you will still remember this night for the rest of your life".

The three exchanged knowing looks.

"But after all this time, wouldn't you want to… start a life tonight?"

His own heartbeat joined the distant firework explosions as silence fell in the room, stretching into infinity as Ash pondered the offer his three girlfriends presented.

And that silence broke the moment he nodded and yelped when three pairs of hands grabbed him, yanking him towards the makeshift extension of his bed. and by the time he got onto the soft mattress, he was naked, sans his boxers, now getting almost impossibly tight thanks to the erection.

"Oh, and there is something more", Mallow added, between Ash's ravenous kisses he shared between the three. Once more she reached to the drawer and procured a small vial, filled with purple liquid.

"Salazzle's phermonones", she spoke in low, seductive voice.

"A-Aren't they supposed to be super strong?"

"They are." Mallow replied, uncorking the bottle, "And we didn't want to cloud your judgement before you-EEEK!"

Mallow didn't get to finish her sentence, as the second the potent aroma hit Ash's nostrils, he ditched any other thoughts and unceremoniously tackled his three ladies to the mountain of pillows behind them, With Mallow getting first glimpse of their shared boyfriend's vigor.

And as Mallow looked up, she saw the figure of their victorious boyfriend, towering naked and proud above her, his cock erect and ready. She let out another shriek when she felt her legs being spread and pushed up, not by him, but by her two friends.

Lana and Lillie held her legs in this wild position, allowing Ash to sink as deep inside her as it was physically possible with first thrust of his hips.

"You can't say you are dissatisfied", Lana joked, watching as her friend moans and wails with every thrust. "And you brought it onto yourself…"

She waved her hand, letting the pink pheromones cloud her senses.

"Yes, A-Ash, breed me! Breed us! We want to bear the next ge-generation of champions!", she babbled in animalistic stupor, brought by Ash's vigor. In her mind, she recalled all their adventures, as she rose from stranger, to friend and finally their boyfriend.

And now, he was working hard to earn a new title - one of the father. Lana and Lillie cheered the two, painting the picture of Ash's seed flooding her womb, while their fingers caressed her lips and clit, offering much needed and subtle pleasure in between Ash hammering his cock.

The two watched them and when they saw Mallow curl her toes, they knew they were close - and it was Lana who pushed Ash's back at the moment of their shared orgasm, making him arche hid back and fold Mallow and cum at almost 90 degree angle, ensuring the deluge of his seed flooding against her womb, as Mallow and ash wailed each other's names.

"Y-yes… " , Mallow panted, conflicted when she felt Ash sliding his cock out. On one hand, she wished he stayed and gift her more of his scorching hot cum, on the other, she marvelled at the creampie oozing from her sex, knowing that her two friends will soon share the same fate. "Now that is a seed bomb…"

"More like Hydro Cannon", Lana corrected, "Which means he will have to take a while to reco-MMPH!"

But Ash surprised Lana, grabbing her waist and slamming her onto his cock, rock hard, despite his recent climax.

His lips drained her moans, while Mallow waved the bottle of pheromones, explaining his readiness. The champion soon moved to her breasts, still slamming her petite body agaist his hips.

"Remember, Ash? When I was the most flat-chested girl on all of Alola? Now look at these…"

Lana was right, in the years of their travels, she most certainly had to upgrade her swimsuits to accomodate for her breasts Ash was now ferociously kissing.

"And I want them bigger, Ash. Swollen with milk for our children…"

"That can be done", he replied , closing his lips around her nipple, wishing he could already taste it.

And with that, he made her toss her head back as pleasure intensified with each of his thrusts, seemingly diving deeper with each one .

"I-I want twins! Or-or triplets! they ran in my family… our family, now…"

The mental image of Lana holding two or three black-haired bundles of joy made Ash lose it, opening the floodgates of his seed the second time, as his and Lana's arms coiled around each other's backs w hi el the two rocked their orgasms, Lana upping her desires with each pant, ending on septuplets.

She reluctantly had to uncross her legs and let Ash go, but seeing Lillie coil next to her madd her eager to watch that spectacle.

"A-Ash! I want… I want to do it like this…", Lillie turned around, lifting her ass high up, showing him her pussy, glistening with slick juices. "I want to do it like your Lycanrock and my Ninetales did last night!"

It took Ash a moment to understand these words.

"Wait, are you saying that he and Snowy…"

"Oh yes, they are going to be parents too", Lillie beamed, "I… I watched them for… like an hour as they mated. She's probably gonna give him a whole litter of Vulpixes.. and I want to share her fate!"

She arched her back, wiggling her ass, and before she knew it, she got her wish, as Ash unceremoniously rammed himself inside her

And even though his mating looked more like a Midnight Lycanrock's, Lillie didn't mind, letting cry after cry praising his stamina.

"Admit it, you've wanted to do that on the stadium!", Mallow suddenly spoke, lying next to her in the same position, proudly showing her creampie to Ash.

"Getting bred in front of everyone else…", Lana joined her from the other side.

"Yes!", Lillie cried into the pillows, her body already thrashing in convulsions. "Ash! Pass your best stats onto our kids!"

Her next moan was silenced by Mallow's and Lana's lips, kissing her with each thrust that filled and overfilled her, completing the triple battle.

The three powerful trainers, each loved, fucked and bred coiled around each other, kissing and sharing the heat of the moment, waiting for their spent boyfriend to join them. But when they looked at Ash, all they saw was the champion proudly looking at his three creampied ladies.

"What? He-he is still hard?" , Mallow opened her eyes, as she fully expected Ash to be drained by now, after cumming hard into their pussies.

"Is this the pheromone?", Lillie asked.

"I don't think so… I think he is just that horny for us, girls…", Lana giggled, showing the empty vial.

And a smirk on his face proved them right, as Ash looked down at his three partners, all having been marked by his seed, leaking from their used pussies. This time he chose Lana, and with his dive into the water-type trainer, he began round two, much to the enjoyment of his companions.

It was nearly dawn when Pikachu returned from his own celebrations, spent with Sophocles' Pachirisu, Togodemaru and lovely duo of Plusle and Minun. What a double team that was…

When he sneaked into his pal's bedroom, the musky, dense smell of lust was still present,together with the scent of his and his three ladies, mixed to the point where they were indistinguishable. Not wanting to interrupt the snoring love pile, he took one of the pillows and fell asleep on it, knowing that in oncoming months he will have to give his best friend a lot more private time.

Ash Ketchum's mind often went back to that fateful night. Or rather nights, as Lillie, Lana and Mallow didn't stop after just one, stretching his celebrations for almost a fortnight to ensure that their plan would work. And it did, though that became obvious a couple of months down the line, when the three powerful trainers had to expand their wardrobes to accommodate their growing bodies, brimming with new generations of Ketchums.

They knew that soon they will all have their hands full, taking care of six children (Lillie was having twins, and Lana her wished triplets), but for now, Ash had to prove himself every night loving his wives fulfilling their needs, which seemed to be growing with their pregnant bellies.

[beyondbinaries]

✧˚ · . ❝ ECHOES OF TIME SENTENCE STARTERS PT 1 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

✧˚ · . ❝But isn't it funny you having the SAME dream, like, every night?❞

✧˚ · . ❝You sleep in EVERY morning. Is that why you grew up so fast?❞

✧˚ · . ❝I'll have you know I stayed up all night preparing my speech!❞

✧˚ · . ❝If ye wish to pursue the magic arts, I'd be more than happy to take ye on as a student.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Whatever I say goes. Agreed?❞

✧˚ · . ❝Around here, I'm the boss character!❞

✧˚ · . ❝From here on out, ye're responsibke for yer own decisions and behavior.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Act with honor, and never have any regrets.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Looking for someone? I'm right here.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Well kid, you made it through the test.❞

✧˚ · . ❝What did you expect? Fireworks and dancing bears? I do have something for you, though.❞

✧˚ · . ❝You can't just play all the time like you used to do.❞

✧˚ · . ❝We can never leave this village.❞

✧˚ · . ❝It is the LAW, and we must obey it.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Who made that up? Who went and decided something like that?❞

✧˚ · . ❝You're saying that you're all willing to watch ___ die just because of some stupid RULE!?❞

✧˚ · . ❝I'm so sorry about earlier. I just kind of lost it.❞

✧˚ · . ❝I gues monster huntin is over my head..❞

✧˚ · . ❝I'd love to go with you, but I have such a terrible sense of direction, I'd never find the way.❞

✧˚ · . ❝The truth is, I only stumbled onto this village because I got completely lost in the woods.❞

✧˚ · . ❝But I'm the only one who can go into the outside world.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Ye're not bound by the Law of the villwge like we are.❞

✧˚ · . ❝I believe you can do anything you put your mind to!❞

✧˚ · . ❝This place is the main watering hole for treasure hunters.❞

✧˚ · . ❝You've got a hankering for gold, too, right, kid?❞

✧˚ · . ❝Well, you're going to fit in just fine here. This town is full of dreamers!❞

✧˚ · . ❝Oh, pipe down, scroll-head.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Poppycock! If you cared about learning, you would donate your findings to the museum.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Hey, I gotta eat like everyone else.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Dark humor doesn't suit you.❞

✧˚ · . ❝You must REALLY like ruins if you've come all the way out here!❞

✧˚ · . ❝You know what happens to naughty children, don't you? The wicked witch of the forest comes and takes them away!❞

✧˚ · . ❝There aren't any witches in the forst.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Y-you're just trying to scare me. But I don't believe in witches!❞

✧˚ · . ❝I used to think the same. That is, until I went to the forest and saw the witch with my very own eyes!❞

✧˚ · . ❝Oh, so it's an OLD story, is it?❞

✧˚ · . ❝Well, I guess we're safe now, right?❞

✧˚ · . ❝People have been telling stories about a young girl wandering that forest for as long as I can remember.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Anyway, the stories have been passed from parent to child down through the years.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Well, I don't know who you are, but thank you.❞

✧˚ · . ❝I don't mind admitting you managed to scare me a little, too.❞

✧˚ · . ❝Well, well. I suppose the lesson here is not to open maps in windy places.❞

[parallel-selfs]

Camp Vargas (Sports)

Followed Mewshi Q's playthrough.

Crowley is still arrested at the moment. Vargas asked Trein and left out the special event in his explanation.

Alice and Grim are staying at Scarabia, and can't party it up with Kalim for three days.

"Hey guys."

"Want to go sit on that log until they made some progress?"

Steps back from the Magicshift club in the attitude of "I'm not with them."

"Hm, that makes sense."

"Caught anything yet?"

Gets concerned, then steps back just to look unimpressed at Floyd.

Takes a picture of them fighting faires.

"Grim, you shouldn't be eating their fish."

Alice doesn't like fish, but has eaten fresh fish and was fine. Takes a bite. I'm right, it has to be fresh. Only eats one.

Quietly listening before wincing.

Winces again.

Why are so many faires?

Her poor ears.

Already took pictures of them mining.

(Ace will be missed)

"Why can't we stay in the cottage with you?"

Annoyed at Vargas abandoning her outside.

Groans at waking up so early, and covers her ears at the banging of pans.

"No, I haven't. I think the last time I saw him was when he was fishing."

"Okay, which way should we go?"

Gets the moneyshot of catfish wrestling Epel.

Looks at the catfish. Holy shit.

(Rip my husband Leona)

"Find any magestones?"

"Wait... The thing we faced down here, was that actually a phantom?" "The thing that appears behind those who overbloted."

"Okay, don't get lost."

(Deuce, you didn't deserve that)

"I think he's actually missing. We should go looking for him."

Tries talking about Ace to Vargas, but he keeps telling her to not worry about it. It annoys her because it's obvious he's missing.

"I don't know, but we should get somewhere safe."

We'll sacrifice you, Floyd. "We'll be fine." Pets his head.

"I'll come with."

Then she's knocked out and wakes up tied to a tree. Panics.

She hates Vargas now.

"Aw shit."

"No, we should tell Vargas before go looking for Deuce. I highly doubt he's going to axe your club after you told him a student is actually- on second thought, he probably wouldn't believe you if you told him a student is missing. Let's find Deuce."

What?

Covering her ears and glaring at Sebek.

Freezes from PTSD.

"Wait, wasn't it red last time?"

"Magestones are all around us, Deuce."

She's going to murder Sebek.

Standing there, watching the fireworks fly.

I think someone need tell Styx about this mine's phantom problem.

Picks up Grim in case of a blot crystal.

"Now, let's get out of here and get you something to eat."

"Hold on, Vargas! As an adult who was witnessed what happened, they're not lying. Deuce was trapped in the mines because of a monster and only escaped because the students here defeated it."

"I understand they are your acquaintances, but you mustn't lie for them."

"I remember Jack calling it a phantom." -Sebek

"I'm not! There's literally no reason for me to lie about this!" Then Trein cuts in and says they will discuss the issue later.

~~~~

"Wait, what?!" -Riddle

[devilfic]

Hey!! Hello!!!! Its me, Cain!!!!! Hope you still remember me. I just wanna drop by and say happy new year!!! I know you're kinda busy, and i am too. So uhhh yeah. Just checking in haha.

Did you do anything fun to celebrate new year?? I personally didnt do anything lol. I treated it like a regular day. At midnight i heard a lot of fireworks outside but i was too lazy to check them out. I wish i did though, it probably looked nice. Well, me and my family are gonna visit my grandparents for a while, and they live like.... 5-6 hours away, which is pretty cool for me since i like road trips even tho its not exactly a roadtrip. How about you??

cain!! I’ve missed you!!! how are you doing? I hope school isn’t beating your ass too much LOL

and nah, not really, I celebrated similarly to you. my mom does like to break out some sparkling cider at midnight so after I got done watching ten (10) hours of daredevil we counted down together and shared a glass while watching fireworks outside! but also 5-6 hours?? I live in a big place so going from one city to the next takes about that much time, but maybe I’m just getting old cause that sounds so long

I’ve been hunkered down since my family has been passing around covid like pink eye in a elementary school classroom, so I hope your family is staying safe ^^

[lucivinyl]

genshin characters as stages of grief

characters : yoimiya, childe, kaeya, dainsleif, thoma, zhongli

warnings : major character death obvs

note : some of these aren’t even that angsty but i just really wanted some character death

Yoimiya (denial)

It just doesn’t make sense. 

What do they mean you’re gone? You were still here with her yesterday, discussing what kind of fireworks to use on Anna’s birthday, roaming around town to stock up on materials, lying in bed with her fingers threading your hair at night. How could you just suddenly… not exist?

She suspects that it will simply take time for it to sink in, but weeks pass, then months, yet she never gets to make peace with the fact that you were gone.

How could she, when she still looks for you in your untouched room, still thinks about you when she’s eating your favorite food?

There are days when she finds herself needing to share with you some entertaining encounters she had, only to remember that she no longer has the privilege.

Even years after your passing, she still keeps her eyes out for you on the streets, as if you’ve simply been travelling elsewhere.

Childe (anger)

At first Ajax is angry at the bringers of the news for even daring to say something so ghastly about you, though he is soon forced to face reality.

Then he’s blinded by fury, storming out of the hospital with red in his eyes. You bet he won’t stop until he finds the ones responsible for your death so that he can watch the regret scream on their faces every time he drives them near the brink of death.

Still he knows that no matter how much he lashes out at them, nothing can bring you back.

In his solitude, he confronts the truth: of course he’s enraged at those who laid their hands on you, but on top of that there is anger directed at himself. 

He should’ve been able to protect you, he should’ve gone out with you, he shouldn’t have let it happen, these self-inflicted blames are to plague his days to come, for it was his carelessness that costed him the only person who keeps his nightmares at bay.

Kaeya (bargaining) 

On the outside, Kaeya looks like he’s coping with your passing pretty well— as well as one can be, anyways.

But in the dead of night, alone in his grotesquely quiet room, his deepest feelings shine through. Circling the half-empty wine bottle on the floor, he wonders how it is that he can never keep the ones he loves around long enough.

He wants you back, so badly that he would do anything. He would pray to any god, look for any unorthodox methods, if just for a slim chance to feel you in his arms one more time. 

If he could just turn back time, he can fix it all. 

Of course, most people aren’t aware that he’s been hoping for the impossible. He knows that they will only look at him with that disgusting look of pity, so he puts on a facade and plays his role.

But sometimes, when everyone else has gone home and the only thing keeping the tavern alive is the noises Diluc makes as he cleans his glasses, the red-haired often finds his teary-eyed brother clutching his forearm, slumped forward while mumbling about how he would do anything if he could just help bring you back.

Dainsleif (depression)

You never knew that he loved you, not when it mattered.

The burden of his curse and the weight of history hasmade it hard for him to care for another, but you were a bright exception. You were the sole flower blooming in the dry, parched land, the safety Dainsleif never dared dream of having.

That Is precisely why he couldn’t have you. Even though it hurt the both of you, he knew the only way to keep you safe was for him to stay far away. So he kept his distance, even though it felt like his numb heart was being torn to pieces every single time.

The funny thing is that it did nothing— all the heartbreak and dull aches were worthless as he cradled your dying form in his arms. It was the closest he’d ever been to you.

Dainsleif is familiar with losses, but this one is particularly hard to carry. His heart succumbs to a deep, frozen winter, clinging to him like a dead weight.

He now knows more than ever that there’s no salvation awaiting him, and that love is just a luxury he can’t afford.

Thoma (depression)

Once the initial shock passes, all that remains is the gaping hole in his heart.

The thing about your death that haunts him the most is that he will never live out his life with you. All those plans and talks about him guiding you around Mondstadt, opening a pet cafe near Ritou… they’ve all vanished into smoke.

There are still so many things he wants to experience with you— relationship milestones, travelling around the world, maybe even starting a warm, lovely family.

But because time is merciless and doesn’t look kindly on those who spend time wishing instead of doing, it takes away the most precious treasure from him.

He tries to heal, really he does. He works with tripled efforts, spends all his time running errands around Inazuma, keeps himself busy so as not to leave any opening for grief to sneak in.

Yet there is only so much he can do to protect himself against sorrow. After all, it is a raging thunderstorm capable of destroying even the strongest man. If Ayaka hears his muffled cries at night, she doesn’t say a word of it, and Ayato knows better than to try and console a man who has had his present and future stolen in one breath.

Zhongli (acceptance)

Zhongli is no stranger to grief. Over the centuries he has seen people succumb to the corrosion of time, so much that he has the illusion that he’s somehow made peace with grief.

That is until you’re gone. 

He knew from the first day that you wouldn’t be with him forever, he just never expected death to be so impatient that it took you early.

In the eyes of an outsider he looks tranquil, but that is only because he is not used to displaying his emotions in big letters on his face. Deep inside, the cracks that have healed over his heart are tearing at the seams again, and your sudden end leaves him with regrets he could never hope to overcome.

Just how many times must he see those he holds close leave this world? He finds himself pondering this question sometimes, even though it’s pointless. He is eternal, mortals are not, and now even you have become history.

With you gone, he feels as though life is missing a fundamental color. The world is less due to your absence. To fill the void in his ribs, he finds himself lingering around your grave with flowers most of the time.

[creat0r-cat]

Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears. 

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings. 

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in. 

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct. 

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks. 

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table. 

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?” 

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for. 

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.” 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake. 

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

 A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up. 

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down. 

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.” 

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously. 

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him. 

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while. 

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening. 

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids. 

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.” 

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.” 

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed. 

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

[punkyflesh]

Could we get some Ceddy and his s/o, where he gets jealous of another sorcerer and it's just dying for attention? I myself have been dying to see something like this :3

omg i actually love this AHASDA i got so excited to write for this

i've based this off the day of the sorcerers episode for a clearer explanation but in this version, greylock wasn't part of grimtrix's clan and still remained as a normal royal sorcerer

the actual jealousy content begins under the ━━━ line so if you wanna skip the plot and go straight to that, you're free to

enjoy!

Jealous Cedric | Cedric X Reader

It was the day of the annual 'Day of the Sorcerers' festival - and Cedric had been ecstatic all year to finally take you and show you what it's all about. It had been a good few years now since the incident that occurred with Grimtrix and his clan, so it seemed like an appropriate time for Cedric to have you accompany him. You were excited too; Cedric had spoken fondly of the events and was excited for you to experience a day of the topic he was zealous about.

The entire flying-carriage ride was full of giggles and eager bursts of passion from Cedric as he explained some of the stalls you needed to visit and performances you simply had to see and went into in depth detail on traditions held that you'd love. You smiled, listening intently to your significant other as he grinned at you, relishing in his enthusiasm and finding his rambling adorable.

When you finally arrived at Hexley Hall, Cedric practically bounced out of the flying-carriage and took in the enormous crowd of wizards, witches, sorcerers and people who had travelled all over the Kingdom for this event. He gasped with delight before remembering his manners, turning back to the carriage and opening the door, offering his hand for you to climb out safely - which you grabbed with a beam. The familiar feel of Cedric's gloves locked against your palms was soothing in the crowd, and his slender fingers slipped into place securely with your own. You allowed him to guide you and take the lead as you followed his fast pace, noticing the thrilled glint in his hazel eyes.

"Oh my love, I am simply ecstatic for you to be here with me today, thank you for coming." Cedric spoke back to you, his tone of voice slightly higher with excitement, glancing behind his shoulder and keeping his hands interlocked tightly with yours. "I'm really excited to be here with you too, Cedric. It looks amazing!"

You looked around the venue and marvelled at the moving statues guarding the closed door - it was obvious that it had not begun yet, giving you time to look up at all the mystic spells being cast by various sorcerers. Phoenix birds made from flames and glitter zoomed elegantly around the dark night sky, lighting it up like fireworks as the sorcerer's guided them with the tips of their wands. Cedric caught your gaze and squeezed your hand gently, smiling at you. "Impressive, right? I know a spell similar to that, but you'll see so much more ins-"

He was cut off by the loud movement of the stone statues beginning to move and open the doors, as all the people gathered outside began to rapidly shuffle and move. Your hand gripped Cedric's as he practically dragged you towards the door with a grin.

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The day went fantastically, as you and Cedric toured around the hall, allowing you to witness so many magical and enchanted performances of talent, try amazing foods and watch as Cedric expanded his own skills by eagerly writing down new spells he had learnt on an old bit of parchment paper he found in his pocket and buy new ingredients for some potions he was desperate to brew.

"Darling, I won't be a moment - I just need to go to this stall and buy something I had forgotten to earlier - just stay here, alright?"

You gave Cedric a reaffirming smile and turned back to the stall you were once looking at as he hurried away, before feeling a pressure on your shoulder. The feeling made you jump slightly, but your expression softened as you realised who it was.

"[Y/N]! How unusual to see you here!" Greylock said with his signature smile, as you sighed with relief and returned one back to him. You had briefly met Greylock a few years ago when he had visited Enchancia with his King, but this was before you and Cedric were together and did not familiarise yourself with him much. You were even surprised that he had remembered your name. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here, Greylock. It is quite an event to be held, wouldn't you say?"

You felt rude to ignore Greylock and patiently wait for Cedric's arrival, so the two of you stood, speaking small talk and laughing at Greylock's small jokes. Cedric made his way through the crowd, holding a paper bag full of ingredients and adding his new addition to it, when he glanced up at where you once were to see Greylock.

Greylock the Grand was speaking to you. He had his arm on your shoulder, and it didn't look like he had plans to remove it anytime soon. Cedric grit his teeth, narrowing his eyebrows as he watched him speak to you and you laugh at whatever he was saying. What was to be described as a fiery pit began to form in Cedric's stomach, as he cleared his throat and made his way other to you both.

You sensed Cedric's arrival out of the corner of your eye and secretly thanked him - the conversation had turned to your love life, something that you did not wish to speak about in detail with Greylock. Greylock's glance broke from you to Cedric, giving him a smile and going to shake his hand. "Cedric! I was just asking [Y/N] why they were here alone, but it turns out I was wrong!"

Like it was nothing, Cedric wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close towards him, quite quickly. The sudden movement took you by surprise as you put a hand on his chest, looking up at him and seeing a snarl on his face, his eyes cold as he looked at Greylock. It immediately clicked, as you bit your lip with a smile. If it was coming honestly from you, Cedric was quite a jealous and possessive individual. You knew that this jealousy partially stemmed from the bullying and torment he experienced in his younger years, but Cedric also had a burning passion to make everyone around him aware that you were his.

"Oh really?" Cedric began to reply, his tone of voice flat as he began to rub your waist with his fingers. Greylock raised an eyebrow at Cedric's arm placement, but was so oblivious to the situation that he continued on. "Yeah, I was just mentioning how dangerous it could be to let such a pretty sweetheart loose alone, especially with all these sorcerers around."

Cedric's grip seemed to tighten on your waist as his eyebrows got lower, his facial expression getting angrier by the minute. "That's good, but they're not alone. Me and my partner were just about to leave, thank you Greylock. Until we meet again." He said flatly, turning around but keeping his arm hooked around your waist. The two of you left a speechless Greylock standing still as he watched Cedric guide you out of the hall and outside.

Outside was quieter, as most of the sorcerer's were now inside and experiencing the event to all it's glee. The dark night sky was illuminated with stars and the bright moonlight shone down on you. You were silent until you were outside, stopping and facing Cedric. You put both of your hands on his chest, your cheeks slightly pink from Cedric's outburst earlier. Cedric took your hands in his and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs, leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, before lingering his lips and moving up to place them upon yours, placing them in a gentle - but hungry - kiss. You reciprocated the kiss keenly, as if you had been waiting for it all night.

One of Cedric's hands fell from yours, but instead found its place entangled in your hair and running down the back of your neck as he kissed you. You broke apart with a huff of breath, but Cedric kept his hands on you.

"My dear, I love you. Merlin forbid I ever let you out of my sight again. You're all mine, alright?"

[hargrove-mayfields]

Everyone likes to pretend Billy was never even there. Life goes on, people change, the past gets forgotten.

A year isn’t enough time for Max though. Right now it feels like the rest of her life wouldn’t be enough time, but Neil and Susan, they were doing just fine.

It’s almost like they like not having him around, that extra burden they couldn’t shake. The plan only Max knew was that Billy was going to stay at home until she was old enough to go with him so she’d be safe.

She knew he was fed up and looking at some local apartments within walking distance of Cherry Lane anyways, but then July happened, and Billy died.

Now it’s July again, and her hair is in twin braids of red with pure white ribbons on the end, and her and her mother are wearing matching blouses. There’s bruises under the bangle on her mothers wrist and one under Max’s own sleeve, and she just wants her brother back.

It’s a holiday they told her, her father (he’s not her fucking father, they never made her call him that when Billy was around) is a veteran, they have to celebrate. Better just dry her eyes and get over it.

Her mother invites all the family they have in the area over to their house for a little get together picnic, and they do their little happy family routine for a while, but Max can only handle so much of it.

Billy should be here by her side, flicking watermelon seeds at her face and putting ice cubes from the cooler down the back of her shirt, being an asshole to distract her from the reality of her family.

And that was that she didn’t really have one, a family. It was always just her and Billy.

Even at these events made for bonding with family, they were off to the side, messing around while the adults talked like they weren’t even there, and she knew she was a little naive then, but it stung more than ever, knowing that even after she’d lost her brother, nobody even stopped to say hi or check up on her, it was just straight into gossiping about the neighbors and those disrespectful bastards across the street who weren’t flying a flag for the holiday and family members who couldn’t be there.

But Max never heard Billy’s name come up even once, and not even in a respect to the dead boy and his grieving sister type of way, but rather, in the way that they just didn’t want to acknowledge his existence. None of these people had come to his graduation in May of last year, or his funeral two months later.

Billy was a taboo that the Hargrove-Mayfields didn’t dare taint their celebrations of freedom and justice with. The irony made Max sick to her stomach.

Or that was at least, until Neil couldn’t help himself.

His words are slurring already, with an excuse to party he’s on what Max would guess to be his fifth or sixth beer that afternoon, and someone just made the mistake of mentioning their own son, Billy and Max’s third cousin or something, and it spurs Neil off on a tangent about his.

“That boy was always good for nothing anyways. It’s almost the same now that he’s dead, ‘Cept maybe now I get some more quiet around the house.”

Nobody knows what to do when he says that, there’s a couple awkward laughs and one shocked gasp, that one was probably from her mother, but Max knows exactly what she wants to do.

What she wants is to watch Neil choking on his blood instead of her brother, his body being lowered into the ground instead of Billy’s, and in the moment she feels like she could be the one to make that a reality, but instead she just stands abruptly, a plate of the food her mother worked so hard to prepare for them she’d been too queasy to eat falling off her knees to the grass, and she says everything she’d bottled up for the past year.

“Don’t talk about Billy that way!

“Now, Maxine-“ Neil starts, but Max is livid, can’t hold back all the things she wished she had said before Billy died, when she got grounded after the funeral, when Neil started beating her, “No! I’m not going to let you do to me what you did to my brother! You don’t get to control me like you did him, it’s your fault that he’s dead!”

It’s her mother’s turn to try to stop her, slender hand covering her mouth painted red, “Maxine..”

“Stop trying to reason with me! I’m sick of pretending to be a family when I had to watch my own brother die! And I’m sick of being treated like I’m crazy for being the only one that cares about Billy!”

More than one person chimes in on that one, offended by the notion they don’t care about family, though it’s Neil that insists, in that faux calm, close to snapping voice of his, “We do care, Maxine. We’re all grieving in our own ways.”

She fires back, “Grieving what? The loss of your punching bag? You hated Billy! You don’t care that he’s dead, all that matters to you is having someone to hurt, and you no trouble adjusting to beating up on your wife and step-daughter instead!”

She catches a backhand to the face for that, and all the background chatter comes to a halt, Neil gritting out through his teeth, “Inside. Now.”

There are tears in her eyes that sting almost as much as the knuckle marks on her cheek, but Max feels like she won, getting her step dad all riled up in front of their family, she feels almost invincible, and she sneers all smug like and bitter, “I can’t go inside yet. I’m celebrating your service to our country, dad. You know, as a family.”

But when Neil's face turns as red as the blood that dripped from his wife’s nose the night before and he stands from his chair and drags her inside by the wrist himself, she realizes that it wasn’t exactly a win.

And when her brain goes numb trying to focus on both the repeated slaps and punches that explode like firecrackers across her skin and the way Neil is yelling and lecturing her until his voice is raw, giving her the same lessons her brother had burned into the back of his mind, she feels like she’s lost everything instead.

When she has to choke back her tears and apologize for embarrassing Neil and for making him hit her as punishment, she realizes, this isn’t a game that can be won or lost at all.

Max isn’t allowed to go back outside to the party. That rule goes unspoken, but words aren't necessary with the way Neil storms off without another word, slamming the back door behind himself. She’s slowly starting to figure out what the things her step father does instead of says mean.

She misses being allowed to be clueless, having someone to protect her or take what punishment she had earned. She wishes she wouldn’t have asked so much of Billy though.

Her own room isn’t safe anymore, what once had been the place she’d be ushered off to when Neil got bad had become more like a trap, the place Neil went to first when he was angry. Everything that had been hers felt wrong, so she goes to Billy’s room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night. Even now that he’s gone, he still kept her safe.

There’s a welt on her face and fresh bruises forming everywhere, hot tears wetting her sunburnt cheeks and the pillows that smell like Billy, or at least used to before Susan decided his room needed cleaned and washed away every trace of her brother.

All night long there are fireworks going off, a big show put on by the city downtown has her shaking, unable to close her eyes for fear those distant explosions would take her back to the mall, bring back memories she’d never forget, and covering her ear with her hands.

The cracks and booms that shake her windows and her entire life, a headache and a heart break even stronger.

She tries her hardest not to think about Starcourt though, so instead she thinks about how Billy would’ve been proud of her for standing up to Neil. He would’ve called her an idiot, but he would’ve cleaned up her scrapes and held her through the panic attack after, and he probably would’ve liked to see the person Max was becoming too.

That makes Max’s heart hurt, the fact that he won’t get to. She cries harder, and she feels so alone without Billy.

Some part of her knows that she isn’t though. She isn’t the only one that lost somebody last July.

Hawkins’ cemetery was alive with flowers and wreaths and decoration, and more than anything the grieving. All of the victims had families, or in the case of the Holloway’s where their whole family was killed, they had friends and neighbors in the tight knit community who remembered them. El was still grieving Hopper, and Max knew Billy had people like that too.

Billy was popular, his death had a huge impact on the younger population of the town, but not only that, he had his closest friends, Steve and Tommy and Carol and Nicole and Adam from the pool, and of course Heather couldn’t be there, but those people were all keeping her brother alive.

As much as it felt like everyone was trying to forget him, they weren’t, and that brought Max a little bit of hope.

Hope that Billy would be remembered for the things he did right, and who he was behind the boy he had to be to keep them safe.

Hope that with his memory kept in the hearts of so many, the burden of grief wouldn’t fall solely on Max forever and make things a little easier.

Hope that the wound would someday heal, and she could look back on the time she did have with Billy, those seven too short years, with a smile on her face.

For now, she wraps herself in Billy’s jacket and comforter, listening to his music to drown out the distant fireworks, and dreams of the day when things won’t be like this, when she can leave Hawkins and all it’s bad memories and the “family” holding her back to live a life her brother would be proud of, a life that would honor his.

Max decides then with determination, flinching when a bright flash lights up her window, a loud echo through the quaint neighborhood, that she was going to do what Billy hadn’t been able to and break the cycle.

Tomorrow, she’d tell the school counselor she’d been assigned when her depression was at its worst all about Neil Hargrove.

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Hey if your up for a request I was wondering if I could ask for one? Reader is Tony’s little sister and he recently moved her into the tower in secret one night. She’s extremely closed off and jumpy around people and often leaves the room whenever someone shows up. Loki gets curious and watches her for while noticing her odd behavior. The team all leave one night for a mission leaving her and Loki at the tower and she didn’t know he was there until he came to the kitchen while she was there. She was so terrified by his sudden presence that she got down crying with her hands blocking her face… giving Loki an idea why she is the way she is. He volunteers to help her through the trauma caused by her ex boyfriend and he helps her become happy and safe again.

You Are Not Alone - Loki x Stark!Reader

Author's Notes: Yes, my love, you can always request anything your heart desires. I loved this idea. I did change two things, such as her being jumpy when other people are around; she just ignores them. And when she bumped into Loki, she doesn't break down. I really hope you like it and let me know your thoughts.

Warnings: Reader is shuts off from the world, a tiny bit of angst, anxiety, knife is mentioned

Word Count: 1355

Your home was always going to be New York. Your older brother Tony lived there. But, after a while, you got tired of living in Tony's shadows. You decided that you should move across the globe to France and live a couple of years there. During your time there you met a boy named Harry, you thought that he might have been the one. The one that you would grow old with and have kids with. But that wasn't the case. He was extremely toxic.

The moment you left New York, Tony told you that the Stark Towers would always have a spare room if you wanted to come back no matter what.

When you ended things with Harry, you knew that you needed to get out of France.

The first couple of days since you have arrived 'home.' You didn't want to interact with anyone, not even Tony. You just wanted to be left alone.

Even though you were trying your best to be sneaky, you ultimately failed because a couple of days later, from living there, Tony texted you, telling you that you were always awful at sneaking.

One thing that you were glad about is that he always made sure to respect your boundaries. Even if he wanted to hug you and bug you, he didn't do it.

You were unsure if you wanted to continue staying there, especially because Tony would host his big Avenger meetings there.

Before you entered a room, you made sure that no one else was in it. You didn't want to interact with anyone, even though you loved Nat, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Thor. You wanted to close off from the world. If someone were there, You would immediately leave the room.

Stepping out of your room, you always had headphones on to make it seem like you were listening to music, and you 'wouldn't be able to hear them,' but in reality, you were able to hear whatever they were saying. You didn't want to interact with them. Your heart would race miles per minute every time they tried to talk to you.

It was like this for a couple of months until they stopped trying to interact with you.

But that changed when Loki came around.

Who would have thought that the God of Mischief was so interested in you?

The first time you ever saw him, your eyes locked into his. There were so beautiful, but you weren't ready to open up to the world. Especially not with him.

Whenever he was in the tower, he would accidentally bump into you and when you would enter a room that he was in. Loki's attention was set on you. Something about you being closed off made you interesting, and he wanted to know more about you. He wanted to know why you were completely closed off.

You were a night owl, so the only times you would eat, watch tv, or do anything would be during the nighttime.

One night, you knew that everyone was on a mission. So you decided to go on your nightly routine. You notice this tall, dark figure with green and gold detail on their outfit standing outside the kitchen door.

You gently push him away and start to walk towards the living room. You didn't notice who it was, but you had a gut feeling that it might have been Loki.

Walking around the tower, you could hear someone's footsteps behind you. "Loki, can you leave me alone? Please," you shouted. You were 100% sure that he wasn't going to leave you alone, but it was worth a try.

Going back into the kitchen, you go near the cabinet and start looking for the small knife you had been hiding for the past months. You hid it just in case you were in danger. At least you had something to rely on.

"I don't plan on doing that, Darlin," you heard a voice echo from the hallway.

"Please," your voice cracked. The tower was completely dark with no light turned on besides the city's light going through the windows.

You were walking with your head lifted upwards when you suddenly bumped into Loki. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- leave me alone." You tilted your head upwards, looking at his face. You started to walk backward.

Every step that you took backward meant every step Loki took forwards. You bring up the knife towards Loki's chin. "Don't make me do it" There was fear in your eyes, but you wouldn't hesitate to hurt him if the chance came.

He places his hand on your head. "Come on now. You wouldn't dare hurt me. Now, why are you so closed off."

Loki was able to make you relive your memories with Harry. You didn't know what he was doing to your mind. But the moment those memories were gone. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You dropped the knife and immediately started to walk away.

He hated that he finally understood why you were closed off, because of the horrible things Harry did to you.

Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you. "Let me go, please. You have done enough for tonight" your lips were trembling as if you were sobbing. Your eyebrows knitted together.

"I want to help you. I understand how it is to be al- "

"What do you know about being alone, do you know how it is having a daily fight with your own demons?" you interrupted him. Your sadness started to turn into anger. The memories he had just pulled from your mind, he'll never understand. He is a god. Besides that, you doubted that he would understand if he was ever alone.

"I know how it is to alone. Most of my life, I've been alone." Loki takes a big breath as he tried to calm down from the angry state he was in. He snarled as his grip got tighter around your bicep. With this other hand, he conjured a green tissue.

He lets go of your arm and places the tissue on your hand.

You turn around, and your instinct told you that you should hug him. So your wrapped your arms around him and cried onto his chest.

Loki was unsure why you hugged him, maybe as a sign of gratitude or just because you needed to hug someone. But one thing for sure is that he wanted to hug you back. "You didn't deserve none of that. From now on, I'm going to help you get through this." He whispered.

Letting him go, you started to walk towards the couch. You grabbed Loki's wrist and started guiding him.

Your thoughts were going wild out of everyone on the team. Loki was the first one to reach out to you and find out what was wrong. You were somewhat grateful that it was him and not anyone else.

"Something my mother taught me when I was young was this." Loki's palm was facing upwards, and small fireworks were coming out of them. It lit up the room. Looking at the fireworks, you felt a sort of peace, a bit of happiness. For some odd reason, being near Loki, you felt safe.

You didn't notice this, but there was a smile on your face as you stared at the fireworks that Loki was making. "who would have thought what you have a stunning smile?" he looked at you with a small smile. He looked all over your face but mainly how beautifully the light looked on your eyes.

That comment threw you off your balance since it's been a while since you've heard someone compliment you. You've read so much about Loki, how he was always into no good and whenever Thor would tell stories about him, they would always be filled with joy but always mischief. You never thought that he would have a soft side.

After a while of talking to Loki, you started to get tired. "I'm going to bed now. Thank you for being there for me."

"Remember that you'll never be alone. You have me now, and I'm not going anywhere, Darlin'."