#snatching this rq

[fawnchives]

i’m still not over the sanrio x care bears collaboration!

[avid-idiot]

AAAA NOOOO, I FORGOT SO MANY ICONIC QUOTES FROM HER :(( here's one I found tho <3

[captainseamech]

//current mood: emotional breakdown over a little cube

[chilschuck]

— HEADCANONS: how they’d kiss you.

꒰ charas: ꒱ LAIOS & CHILCHUCK.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 300

꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw like always!

✦ hi there!! this is my first post on this acc, and it’s just smth small i put together while reading the manga. if you’d like more characters, feel free to rq them in my askbox! i wanted to write something for laios for my beloved jackie, and i wanted to throw in some chil as well! sorry if it’s a bit ooc… just wanted to have some fun lol. hope you enjoy!

— LAIOS: sweet but inexperienced.

Laios kisses like he’s unsure of himself. The first time you kiss him, leaning up to press a soft peck to his lips, his heart just about stops. He’s not used to affection; kisses with him at first will be chaste and rushed. Expect his lips to be a little chapped and his motions to be a little rough, but ease him into it and he’s a fast learner. Soon enough he’ll be the one leading, sweeping you off your feet. (And probably literally, with how tall this man is.) Imagine a lot of shy touches when your lips are on one another’s, and think about just how warm his embrace is. Laios will more than likely just pull you into his arms when he can and snatch a quick kiss, before continuing on with what he was doing before. When it’s just the two of you, he seeks your attention, speckling smooches all over your cheeks until you finally grab him by his and pull him in.

— EXTRA: kiss him while he’s rambling and you might just make his brain stop working. (but be sure to assure him it’s because you like when he talks!!!)

— CHILCHUCK: slow and steady.

Since he’s more experienced, kisses with him will be addicting. It probably takes a while to encourage him to give you that bit of affection, (as he doesn’t just go and do this with anyone!) But once you have him in your clutches, he’ll make sure you won’t want to part. He gives and he takes, his hands more than likely digging into your hips as he tilts his head just that right way to get the kiss deeper. Encourage him by winding your fingers through his hair and you might just hear him groan. You definitely have to wait until you’re away from everyone before getting to the more serious kisses, (you know how he is) and I imagine he may even nip at your bottom lip when he wants to lick into your mouth. Chilchuck’s cheeks definitely still get red with every kiss. (At least in the beginning, lol. I feel like he’s easily flustered a bit.)

— EXTRA: sweet talk this man. my god, tell him how skilled he is and how much you enjoy watching him work and just watch how he reacts. and maybe when no one’s looking he’ll place a quick kiss to your shoulder.

[gumycandyyy]

Hey there! Your writing is OUTSTANDING! I was wondering if you could write a Winter King x fem!reader fic where the reader rescues him along with the scouts but ends up badly injured? And tee hee WK pampers her and takes care of her THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL

୨♡ "Ｔｉｓ Ｂｕｔ Ａ Ｓｃｒａｔｃｈ" ♡୧

Type: Oneshot

Fem reader (I was originally gonna make her an ice creature, but she works better as... not an ice creature.) Someone please rq a male reader, I wanna write a male reader wahhhh

Request: Yes! Still open, but it'll take a while to write, as I have other requests.

No use of y/n

hurt/comfort (literally)

Summary: Winter King got kidnapped. Again. And you get hurt while saving him. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1278

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"Ice Scouts? A little help?"

You looked up, hearing Winter King. You were training with the scouts, just having a gay old time sword fighting and skating. However, It appeared Candy Queen had made some giant type candy monster, and used it to snatch Winter right out of his throne room and carry him to the Candy Kingdom.

Great.

"Oh, you too..!"

Winter yelled just as he left earshot, obviously referring to you. You were the captain of the royal guard, and Winter's best friend. The ice scouts sheathed their swords, ready to leave immediately. They spoke to you in unison.

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

You nodded, sheathing your sword. You guessed that Winter would be held at the top of the Candy tower/mountain thing, as always. You left swiftly, along with the scouts.

"Ice scouts! You take care of any candy monsters, I'll take care of the Queen!"

They nodded, ready to follow your every order. You eventually made it to the Candy kingdom, and climbed the mountain. You made it to the top, ducking and weaving around the monsters to get to Winter as soon as possible.

Kicking down the door, you saw Candy Queen playing her keyboard, as always. Winter was in his cage, scratching another tally mark in his 'times kidnapped' wall. His crown was on a small table just out of reach of the cage. Candy Queen looked at you and deadpanned.

"Aww, not again! C'mon, ya can't give me one afternoon alone with him? I'd take good care of him!!"

Candy bumped her pointer fingers together, trying to win your favor. It was honestly pitiful. She tried so hard, but still. She was a creep.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! I mean- You wouldn't miss him! I wouldn't scratch him up too bad! Well, unless..."

You looked over to Winter, who looked quite uncomfortable at the current topic, a strained smile on his 'save me from this maniac' face. You sighed, putting your hands at your sides.

"Fine."

Candy's eyes sparkled.

"You- you mean it?"

She bounced up and down on her heels, ready to give you a hug. No thanks. Winter looked shocked, and ready to pass away.

"Yeah, yeah- OF COURSE I DON'T MEAN IT."

You brought out your sword, flipping it around, and knocking the wind out of Candy with the hilt. She coughed, and you grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You brought her over to a window, kicking it open and dangling her out of it.

"Come on, come on! Let's talk about this! Maybe we could share him? I get weekdays, you get weekends? Please?"

You deadpanned, ready to tell her off. Though her expression suddenly turned devious, and you heard something from behind you.

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

You turned around sharply, pulling out your sword. You let go of Candy, but she was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull herself back inside.

A banana (At least you think it's a banana) guard roared in your face, and lunged at you. It seems the ice scouts missed this one. It clawed at your stomach, tearing the flesh and causing you to cry out in pain. The ice scouts broke open the cage, and gave Winter King his crown.

The next thing you knew, the banana guard was frozen in a block of ice, hovering right above you. It seems the blast also knocked Candy out. You cursed, getting out from underneath the guard. You were about to run to Winter, checking to see if he was okay, but you collapsed, clutching your stomach- which was bleeding profusely. Winter caught you before you hit the floor, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Are you o-"

Winter gasped, seeing your bloody midriff.

He almost started to panic, and ordered the ice scouts to go to the winter palace to prepare anything you might need. He started to pick you up in his arms, but you held your hand out to stop him.

"Winter, I can handle it. I'm captain of the royal guard for a reason-!"

You seethed, feeling air hit your open wound. You started to stand up, using Winter as an anchor. You stood up straight, breathing heavily. You started to walk on your own, however, you collapsed yet again, and fell into unconsciousness.

This is what you get for acting like you're invincible.

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You woke up, breathing in cold air. You didn't need to open your eyes to know you were back in the Winter Kingdom. You felt something gripping your hand, and you were no longer in pain. Well.. Excruciating pain, at least. You fluttered open your eyes, trying to get used to the bright blue light of the palace.

"Y- You're awake! I.."

You looked over to Winter King, who was sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He looked disheveled and tired. He took his hands away to adjust his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"N- Now that I know you're... Okay.. I-"

He seemed unusually somber, which was way out of character, especially for him.

"How long was I out?"

"..."

"Winter. How long was I out."

"..."

"Four days."

Woah. You left your King unprotected, for four days. And judging by the dull throb where your wound was healing, it would be much longer than that. You sat up sharply, then felt a stabbing pain. You seethed and rested your hand on your midriff.

"I'm so sorry Winter, ah- My king. I can't believe I've left you unprotected for that lo-" "Shut up."

"Pardon?"

"I said, shut up."

Winter's expression was pained, and he seemed to be very conflicted with his emotions.

"You think I care about that? Why would I care about not being protected when I could have lost you!?"

He had stood up. His voice was raised and shaky. He looked as if he was about to start sobbing. He then looked just as surprised at his emotional outburst as you were.

"I.."

"I don't know what came over me, that.. What just happened, it.." "It shouldn't be possible..."

"Pardon me?"

Winter brushed his strange behavior off, and sat back down. He took your hand in his, and spoke in a calm manner.

"I apologize. What I meant, is I could care less about myself right now. I was worried you would die, haha!"

There it was. His strange optimism, though.. It felt kind of good to see him so emotional. It just went to show how much he really cared about you. You took your hand back, and moved it up to cup his face, his soft hair ticking the skin on your hand.

"Thank you."

Winter's cheeks turned pink, a nice contrast to his normal pale blue. He laughed softly, turning his face slightly away from you.

"It's what anyone would do."

He smiled sweetly at you, turning his face back to you. He stood up, bending over you to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed, and you looked away nervously. You laughed together in a wonderful kind of oddity, before Winter stood up fully.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to ruling my Winter Wonder World, shouldn't I? If you need anything, ask me. I want to be the one to take care of you."

You nodded in response, and watched Winter gracefully glide towards the door. You snuggled up in the sheets and blankets you were surrounded by, and before Winter left, you asked him a question.

"Wait, what room am I in?"

"Oh, mine."

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Oh man, I loved this one. Here's your complimentary WK art ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

[bumpkinnnnn]

Suna Rintarou ִֶָ☾. Fluffy Headcanon‧₊˚ ☁️

When it’s very late at night, you’ll feel someone snatch you from the back towards the other side of the bed, and yes, it is Suna. He always does that, ALWAYS. You are his personal side pillow, while snuggling to you and burying his face on your neck he would mumble some sweet affirmations about how precious you are to your ears. Maybe about how cute you are, or how you made his exhausting day better and he would love to be with you all day tomorrow.

Waking up besides him feels unreal, his fluffy hair softly rests on his peacefully sleeping face, and damn, this man is just so DECENT. You would always wonder how the hell on earth this dude is so good-looking, like, GORGEOUS, while you are on your little observation he would peek from his sleep and grab you in for a peck on your lips. 

Suna would probably call you by a cute pet name, for example, pumpkin, darling, honey. He loves to spend quality time with you, but he hates to go outside because he is a little lazy to travel, so in your shared bedroom, there’ll be a mini projector to watch movies together. Suna will make sure that your favorite snack is well-stocked and ready for you. He would offer his hoodies for you to choose to wear and snug in with him on the bed.

Grabbing you by your hand and kissing it along while watching the movie, cuddling with your hand near by his face, he loves the scent from you, not your perfume, or soap, but YOU. He would ask you for a kiss but then he’ll be the one to tease you by moving away from you, seeing you unsatisfied is super adorable, but he’ll make it up to you anyways after a few teases.

When you guys are a new couple, he got teased by the Miyas a lot on how he is so playful and soft towards you, but he doesn’t care though, he is so proud of the fact that you are the only one who he will do this to, and sometimes he even changes his voice while scolding the Miya and then turn back to talk cutely with you. How cute was that.

Suna would bring you to the practice, seeing you on the bleachers makes him more motivated to play, because he wanted you to see his cool side as well, since normally  he would be a fluffy puppy when he’s with you. And plus, he is SUPER CLINGY, he also gets jealous easily if you talk with his teammates and seem to enjoy it, because he wants to be the one who makes you laugh the most, that's all.

** Greetings! ~ **

Hi thank you for reading this til the end, I'm a newbie here, just wanna write down some headcanons and share it to y'all, hope you enjoy it!

Oh oh, please tell me if there's anything you would like to recommend to improve my writings! OR if you would like to request for any characters from Haikyuu and Jujutsu let me know!

P.S. Spicy headcanon can be rq as well <3

[immortalmsmoon]

UTUGTHGTVHJXLD THE KISSING HC IS SO CUTE

may i rq Goro and joker (separated) hc w there f!s/o meeting a chibi of himself and she is all hugs and smooch's to the small versions of himself

Chibi

A/N: AHH THIS IS ADORABLE!!!!! thank you for requesting!! im sorry that Akira's is so short!!

Characters: Goro Akechi & Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya

Warnings: None!

Word count: 419

Goro Akechi~

he's a little flustered.

he stands there, eyes on the chibi version of himself, his cheeks covered in blush

he's almost jealous actually (he is VERY jealous but he's not going to admit that)

somewhere deep down inside him, he wishes you would shower him in love like you are with Chibi Akechi, but he'll never admit it

You sat there, the Chibi Akechi in your lap, holding him tight to your body. you were squealing over how cute it was, and sure it was kind of cute, but shouldn't you be paying more attention to your actual boyfriend?

he sighed heavily from his spot beside you, glaring at the little version of himself. He half wished he could throw the damn thing out the window, but it made you so happy...maybe it wasn't to bad.

he was able to control himself until you started placing kisses all over the Chibi Akechi's cute little face. He sat up from his spot, back straightening. he snatched the thing out of your arms, and gave it one more glare before getting up and putting on a high shelf you couldn't reach. Perhaps it was petty, but the way he saw it, the only one worthy of your kisses was him.

you complained and groaned a bit, but he just drew you into his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead, hoping you would forget about the Chibi Akechi soon.

Akira Kurusu~

he thinks its adorable the way you squeal over it

he's also a bit flustered but plays it off with his suave charm

all smiles and giggles :)

he also likes to take pictures of you with it, so he can look back at them later

he knew you were cute before, but damn, you really were adorable.

the way you sat there with the Chibi Akira in your hands, pressing kisses to its cute face was almost to much for him to handle. he felt like his heart was going to explode.

his cheeks were red as he grinned at you, walking over to sit beside you and look at the tiny version of himself. he popped out his phone, snapping pictures of you with it, so he could look back at them later.

As much as he wished it was him you were smooching, he couldn't help but smile at the fact that you were showing the small version of him so much attention. Even he had to admit that it was pretty cute.

not cuter than him, of course.

[m-ayo-o]

Hi! Since I love your blog (I’m more like a huge simp for your works), I will submit a request for your “it’s written in the stars event”.

virgo + she/her + rational and methodical but overly sarcastic + smut scenario (hate sex picked from your list) + Urahara Kisuke.

Keep up the amazing work, thanks for blessing my dash with your masterpieces! Take care💜

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x CAPRICORN KISUKE URAHARA ♑︎ genre: explicit smut! reader has a problem with kisuke wc: 1.7k note: hello thank u !! i kinda failed on the hate sex rq but reader has some complicated feelings abt him...

You've been busy unpacking all the deliveries and bringing them to the shop floor, finishing off with the chocolate and candies- your favourite section. You enjoy this part of the day- it's so early no one else is here and the shop doesn't open for a couple of hours. You placed the bars and packets neatly, organising them in rows, in a pretty display on the shelves.

But when he comes in, all of your work may as well have been for nothing.

"Oooo, you didn't tell me we had these coming!??"

He rifles through the neat rows of candy and finds his favourite flavour, leaving the rest in complete disarray.

"You ordered them." You give him a huff and a distinct eye roll, making it clear that he's already pissed you off, after being here for less than five minutes.

You wonder why you even bother showing up to work some days to see this irksome idiot. He grabs more of the candy and starts rummaging through the boxes at your feet.

"Hey-- just- put that back- ugh, Kisuke-!!!"

He drives you nuts.

Every fucking day you get closer and closer to losing your damn mind.

His nonchalance towards your meticulous and dedicated work grate on you, his whimsical and forgetful tendencies leave you picking up the slack, and the pervy comments and touches?

If you get one more you swear you're gonna level him.

He stands up with fistfuls of the new candy.

"Kisuke. Put it back."

However, he knows something about you that you definitely haven't come to terms with yourself.

Unfortunately, despite his outward stupidity, deep (and I mean deep) down, there's a part of you that knows how perfect he is. His happy go lucky exterior is see through to you now, and if you tell the honest truth, you like the mysterious and logical man underneath.

But you can't say it. You can't even think it. When you look at him, with his hoards of candy and that stupid grin, it makes you want to smack his face and push the feelings so deep that you'll never find them again.

And due to this ongoing battle, it's leaving you susceptible to his... flirtations.

So when he steps closer, with that wide smile still plastered on his face, and asks,

"What are you gonna do?"

You snatch a packet from his clutches and place it back on the shelf, organising them again. You turn back to take the rest but he has his hand held up with a hard sweet in his fingers. He's so close to your lips- he just smirks and tells you to open up, slipping the candy inside.

He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you accept the candy nonetheless. He swipes his thumb over your lip and traces over the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek.

"Hands off," you threaten, but he ignores you, bringing his thumb back to your lip to tease your mouth open.

"You like that flavour, too, don't you?" His voice is lilting and jovial, laced with something more sinister.

What is he thinking.

He slides his thumb over your tongue.

You grab his wrist and yank it back.

"Kisuke."

You've warned him about touching you like this.

But every time he does it just makes your feelings clearer.

You want him, and he knows. And the fact that it bothers you so much is very amusing to him.

"Kisuke, get your hands off me and help with this damn delivery."

But he persists, his palm finding your cheek with your hand still wrapped around his wrist, and he slides around to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You stumble over the boxes and trip forwards, your hands landing on his chest with a little yelp. You can feel his bare skin where his samue slips away.

"No," he wants you to admit it. He's had enough of playing the fool.

"Let's have some more candy."

He smiles and tilts your head up to his, squeezing your cheeks and leaning down.

Your eyes fly wide when he just keeps coming closer- you push back on his chest but he stills you with ease, bringing his lips to yours and licking the candy right out of your mouth.

"Kisuke-!! I swear- you're a fucking menace!! If you don't leave me alone I'm gonna--"

"What?"

"I'm gonna--"

Your mind goes blank and you see red.

You're not a violent person, you're not a violent person. You keep telling yourself before you drag a hand from his chest, pull back and swing your open palm at his cheek.

You have to close your eyes- your hand stings, but you can just hear him laughing.

"Haha, oh come on, you can't hate me that much?"

His voice turns all soft and you open your eyes to see that endearing smile, with a pink hand print over his cheek, and you suddenly feel very guilty.

You're overwhelmed by a rush of confusing thoughts and emotions- you look at his face and a tear steaks down your cheek.

"I hate you, you moron."

"C'mere, take it out on me, okay?"

He drags you to the back of the shop, that's still locked up, and lets you do just that.

Everything's happening so fast you can barely keep track- of his hands, his lips, his fingers.

He stripped you as soon as you gave him a certain look that told him your strong walls had finally been broken and that he was allowed to touch you how he wanted. How you wanted.

And now he's got you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him your plans to tell him how much you despise him have gone out the window.

But the way he's treating you now, with his mouth finally closed around your nipple, is sending you to heaven and back.

And when he carries you in his arms, finding a chair and placing you on top, he tells you-

"Go on, fuck me like you hate me"

He pulls his pants down and lets you sink onto him slow and get your bearings, before you start riding him with deep and forceful thrusts.

He watches in awe, leaning back on the chair to see your body move. It's just how he dreamed.

"That's it-" he encourages you to get rougher until you're grabbing at the back of his neck and telling him to suck on your tits.

"With pleasure~"

That cheshire smile spreads again and his pale eyes twinkle before he follows your instruction.

"Harder"

"Hmm, hm whatever you say, darling"

"Ngh-- fuck... don't call me that-"

He bites and sucks on your perky nipples while your hand threads into his hair and starts tugging harshly.

"Oh~ oh Kisuke- fuck mee~"

He takes your expression very literally, grabs onto your waist and starts pumping his dick into you where he sits.

He is enamoured by your expression; with your mouth hanging open, definitely about to orgasm, and grabbing so helplessly onto the muscle of his shoulders till you can only whimper his name.

This brings him endless satisfaction.

"Don't hate me so much now, hmm?"

You frown and nod, afraid that you'll bite your tongue if you speak.

"Oh," he feigns a hurt expression with a pout, "you just love my dick then?"

You let out an annoyed 'mmmm'ing sound and try to take control again, but it's too late and he's got you starting to shake with his hard and constant thrusting.

You're about to cum, stuttering and telling him not to stop when-

"N-no- no fuck- "

-he starts to slow down.

"Tell me how you feel, sweetie."

His tone changes and he sounds all soft. He's not teasing you anymore.

But you just shake your head and press your forehead to his, desperately willing him to move faster again.

"I'll let you cum, 'promise. Just tell me what's in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

He coaxes you to look him in the eyes which are so wide and perfectly innocent. You've never seen him look like this before.

"Don't make me beg, come on- I'm desperate."

And he is. You can see it now- from the expression on his face to the way he can hardly control himself. He's the one who's supposed to be edging you... but his hips start moving again and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips until you open up and start to mumble over his lips.

"I- I like you, Kisuke- "

He moves a little faster now, still pressing you for more.

"I like you."

You say it again, hoping to appease him, but he builds up that intense knot in your stomach again and holds your back so gently when he says-

"We're not in high school, sweetheart. You can tell me more."

He keeps fucking you deep, now you're about to spill he smiles and watches you shake your head. You can't say anything else today, but he's sure he'll get more out of your pretty lips eventually. After waiting so long for this, he can be happy for now.

"Okay, okay," he coos and brings you over the edge softly, pressing his lips into your neck, "that's it, you can let go now- mmh- fuck~"

"I, I know I've never told you, but I hope you understand- how I feel about you."

You nod and a lazy smile covers his face as you watch his eyebrows screw up with pleasure and he bites his lip. He's not sure if he should say this next bit but he can't hold it in anymore.

"You know that I love you?"

"Oh- oh my god- Kisuke-"

You feel him filling you and you just nod and hold him so tight, pressing your lips together and feeling his warmth. He carresses you and holds you close to his body, letting you calm down and sink into his arms. And you sit there, on top of your boss, in the back of his shop, with the dim lights, and you realise it's nearly time to open up.

He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean up before sitting you on the edge of the bath and telling you-

"About what I said-"

But you're quick to silence him with your finger over his lips, followed by a sweet kiss.

"I'll wait," he utters into the gap between your lips, "I'll be patient, ok?"

You nod and kiss him again and again, stroking hair and sinking into his touch one more time. You're afraid the shop is going to open late today.

bleach | m.list | zodiac event

[demonologue]

Gilmore helped Vax find his wings

Hi, everyone. It's me. Back again, to give you more Gilmore!Facts from campaign 1 that didn't make it into LoVM.

You may or may not know that "my bird" is one of Gilmore's pet names for Vax. Well. There's a reason for that.

The first time Vax used his wings, it was because Gilmore pushed him off a cliff. With love. To show him what he could do.

See, when the gang first returned to Whitestone after getting the Death Walker's Ward (some really dramatic things happened which will probably never make it onto the show), after which Vax asked Gilmore to take a look at his armor. And Gilmore noticed the RQ had recently upgraded the armor for Vax.

And there's a really beautiful scene where Vax learns how to fly and he's so elated that he snatches Gilmore up in his arms and they fly together and it's romantic and heartbreaking because they're not together like that anymore... but I digress. Here's some well-known canon-accurate fanart by Wendy Sullivan (@wendydoodles here and on twitter) of that scene:

Believe it or not, Vaxilmore used to be a decent-sized ship.

It's fine changing things from the campaign. Like Tal said, The Legend of Vox Machina is "a reinterpretation". But Gilmore deserves better than what he's gotten so far. And so I'll be back. Giving you these little facts.

[starhvney]

my first time w this but can I rq zenix x short fem reader? one shot or hc or anything atp i can survive off crumbs alone

(mystreet and maybe they have a playful banter dynamic? (dying i am so shy)(if no then thats okay u can delet this :3))

𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐀𝐊

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: zenix x short!fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: he won’t let you exist without giving you the daily reminder that you’re short

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, zenix and reader playfully argue and banter, zenix doesn't know how to admit his feelings ever

𝐂𝐖: none? 

𝐀/𝐍: yes, i can! this is so cute, anon! i went ahead and added headcanons and a small drabble to this. it’s not super long, but i hope i was able to write what you wanted. you’re my first request so thank you, i hope you enjoy! (i might make a one shot going more in depth on this dynamic but i wanted to get this out asap for you :))

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

☆ it doesn’t matter what age you two met, he’s always going to tease you for your height

☆ in high school, before he could ever admit his feelings for you (because that would be so lame and not hardcore), he would use teasing as a way to talk and flirt with you while still keeping his composure and pride.

it was so close, yet so far out of reach. you strained your calves as your fingers barely brushed the top shelf.

“c’mon!” you quietly groan to yourself, hopping and once again missing the book above you.

a quiet snort can be heard from behind you, causing you to narrow your eyes and turn to the noise. zenix leans on the bookshelf, his hand covering his nose and mouth as looks up through dark lashes at you with a poorly concealed grin. his eyes crinkled and lifted up, and the tenseness in his shoulders gave away that he was really trying not to laugh.

“what? aren’t you gonna help me?” you accuse, pointing a finger in his direction.

he drops his hand, the amused smirk on his lips annoyingly prominent as he crosses his arms and lifts his chin up, another annoying laugh leaving his lips.

“no, i think i’ll just watch from here.”

your eyebrows pinch together and your nose scrunches up in annoyance. with narrowed eyes you look him up and down. what was he even doing in the library?

“whatever, you probably can’t read the title anyways.”

“…what?!” his voice raised in confusion. his little smirk is gone as his jaw drops and his eyebrows furrow.

“besides, i may be short, but that doesn’t make you tall. you’re probably also too short to reach this book.” you continue to taunt, satisfied at the annoyed red hue growing on his cheeks.

“WHAT?!” he exclaims, this time much too loud for the library.

“you two, out of my library now! you’re being way too loud. you’re old enough to know basic manners in a library.” the librarian appears from the end of the aisle, an annoyed look on her tense face as one hand rests sternly on her hip and the other points at the door.

“but, i wasn’t-“

“now!”

you two silently walk out of the library doors, before you turn to zenix with narrowed eyes.

“that’s your fault.”

“huh? no it’s not, you started it!”

“no, you did!”

“no-“ he cuts himself off with an annoyed groan, shoving something in your face rather abruptly.

grabbing on to it, you move it away to see what it was. it was the book you were trying to reach. you look back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“what?! you said i couldn’t reach it, but i could, easily!”

“but it’s still not checked out, so you stole it.”

“borrowed without asking.”

“well, you still did what i asked you. for someone so much taller and cooler than me you’re pretty gullible, huh?”

his face turns red again, mouth stuttering open before snapping back shut. he narrows his eyes at you before quickly snatching the book up and taking off down the hallway.

“hey! zenix, what the hell!” you take off after him.

“see if your short legs can keep up!”

he landed you two in more trouble soon after for running and yelling in the halls.

☆ sometimes he’d slip up, showing how he really felt about you… in his own, zenix way. 

“your hands are tiny.” he suddenly notes. burnt, red-brown eyes narrow down at your hands.

“huh?” you stretch your hand out in the air. 

zenix’s larger, warmer hand meets yours, palm to palm as he compares the difference. it’s enough for the tips of his fingers to curl a bit over yours, you glance back at him with raised eyebrows. his messy brown hair hangs in his face, but doesn’t hide his softened expression as he concentrated on your hands touching.

he makes eye contact with you, cheeks bursting into flames as he fumbles for an excuse.

“it must be because you’re so short.” he blurts out.

“feeling bold today, zenix?” gene’s voice startles the both of you, your hands both shooting back down to your laps.

“what- i don’t know what you’re talking about!”

☆ as you two get older, it eventually evolves into much more playful banter, and everybody is used to this just being your dynamic.

☆ you don’t get as irritated about it, but zenix still loves making use out of your height difference. 

you two stand in line in the coffee shop, eyes squinting as you read the menu, when you feel the weight of zenix’s arm on top of your head. rolling your eyes, you glance up at zenix with a half-assed glare as he leans on you.

“really?”

he barely spares you a glance from the menu, raising an eyebrow as if he was confused what your problem was.

“what?”

you roll your eyes before looking back up at the menu.

"you're not even that tall."

"i'm taller than you, pipsqueak."

a huff leaves your lips. you stiffen your hand straight, before ramming it quickly into his side. he grunts as he hunches over, his arm leaving your head to clutch his side. he finally shoots a half-assed glare back to you, before moving his arm back up to rest on your shoulder instead. this time you don't complain.

“what are you getting?”

“…caramel macchiato.”

“…yeah, same.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[lucidreamer-uwu]

yoyo , can i rq an mc who always somehow is able to sneak away from the brothers no matter where they are ? and while the brothers are on their little rant about how mc shouldn’t run away , mc just wraps their arms around the brothers arm and just says ‘ now i can’t run away i guess ‘ or smth like that ?

Runaway MC!

It didn't matter where you were, at Hell's Kitchen, Majolish, RAD, purgatory hall, or even at the House of Lamentation itself, you always managed to put one under the brothers slipping away without them noticing until it was too late.

LUCIFER

Lucifer is a busy demon. He doesn't trust just anyone to help him take some load off of himself, but he does trust that you'd do tasks just as well as he did. So he often asks you to help him out with certain student council work.

It was fine at first since he only gave you light errands like staple papers or organize folders, but it was getting out of hand.

He had you doing full-on reports and essays by the time you finish all your own school work and chores.

Whenever there were student council meetings, he'd always ask you to stay behind to help out while the others go out to have some fun. You knew you were going to miss out if you agreed to help the first born, but it just wouldn't sit well with your conscience if you turned him down.

You didn't have the heart to reject him, but the others made it really hard for you to stand your ground.

Mammon would try to influence you to ditch Lucifer and student council work to go roam the streets of the Devildom with him.

The Anti-Lucifer League would try to kidnap you away and show you that leaving the first born would be way better.

This went on for quite a while until you gave in and started ditching Lucifer much like his brothers did. At this point you were doing it quite often already and the eldest wasn't very pleased with your behavior.

He tries to straighten you up by keeping you in the student council room, but somehow, and he doesn't even know how, you always manage to escape, following the footsteps of his brothers.

He will scold his brothers for being bad influences.

One particular day when you had only just managed to slip away from Lucifer's line of sight and with the others encouraging you from behind, you overhear his conversation with Diavolo.

"Why do you look so worried Lucifer? There isn't much paperwork today, we'll be done in no time!" Diavolo would try to cheer him up.

He would only sigh and admit that he was rather worried that you would end up like his brothers. He didn't want you, a model student, to be sucked into his troublemaker brothers' shenanigans.

And while the others made fun of him for it, making sure they weren't loud enough to be heard, you were moved with compassion for the demon.

You'd give the brothers a face of pity, making puppy eyes and pushing out your bottom lip. They knew just where you were going with that face. They knew that with your nature of course you'd have pity on their brother.

They planned to snatch you away before you even had the chance to scurry back into the student council room, but you were already gone. How in the Devildom are you getting away from demons so easily??

"MC, wait-!" they'd hastily try to grab you.

Inside the student council room you'd sneakily run towards Lucifer from behind and snuggle yourself soundly under his arm, wrapping it around you, over your shoulders.

He would be caught off-guard, and frankly a little flustered. And his pride would SKYROCKET when he figures out what was happening.

You chose HIM out of all his brothers. And they even tried stopping you and convincing you to stay, but you didn't. You chose to leave them for him. And it made him extremely happy.

You'd look at his brothers with a not-so-apologetic face and smile in Lucifer's hold. "Oh no guys~! Lucifer caught me this time, go on without me~!" You'd say in an almost teasing way and they'd all be jealous of their older brother once more.

MAMMON

It was fun going to Mammon's photoshoots for a while, but then it got boring.

You'd find yourself either wandering around the set, staring down at your D.D.D., or just letting your mind fly to wherever else but right there.

Of course he'd notice that you weren't as excited as you used to be when you first came to see him, and it makes him really upset.

Where's his "GO MAMMON! YOU LOOK AWESOME!" or his "I LIKE THAT ONE BEST ON YOU!" or the occasional "YOU ARE LITERALLY PERFECT!!"??? Why weren't you hyping him up like you used to? You weren't even looking at him anymore!

When he brings this up to you, complaining about your cold behavior, you'd just brush it off like it wasn't a big deal. I mean, you were there and that was enough to be supporting him, right? Well, that's what you thought.

He'd go on and on for ages about how you weren't paying him the attention he deserved. And maybe it was just because he was the Avatar of Greed, but he was craving for your attention a bit too much for your comfort.

So, while he was still barking off at you, you easily just slip away. You'd be laughing mischievously as you ran out the set room while he attempts to run out after you but fails when he's called to take more shoots.

This happens every time you get dragged along with him to shoots. Honestly, he starts to get cranky about it.

One day at his set, you take your eyes off of him for one second and he wasn't there anymore.

You ask around and managed to pinpoint his location to be in his dressing room, trying on another outfit.

Before you could barge in, you thought to knock, just in case he wasn't fully clothed yet. But you didn't get a chance to when you overheard him talking to... himself?

He was ranting about how you were ditching him so selfishly nowadays and that it didn't make him feel any better knowing that you were walking off to somewhere alone. HE was the one who brought you there and if anything happened to you because you were there, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

After eavesdropping on him for a few more minutes, you realize that he was actually on the D.D.D. with Levi. You figured that that monotone — "I don't care in the slightest what you have to say, go talk to someone else I'm busy" — voice could only be him.

As he comes out of the dressing room, still on his D.D.D., you pounce on him, wrapping your arms firmly around his abdomen, surprising him in the process.

"Oh no! The Great Mammon caught me once and for all!" You'd say, tightening your hug.

You'd be lucky if he didn't manage to overheat with what you just did to him.

Would be stuttering and Levi would get annoyed and just hang up. But Mammon couldn't care less anymore.

Would say that you were being a dummy because cLeArLY, you're the one who caught him completely off-guard and making him flustered because you are the absolute most adorable thing ever that he could just keep all for himself.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi go to Comic-con together for the first time ever and there are loads of other people there as well.

Despite being extremely excited to have a blast with you, Levi gets anxious that something might happen to you with all the people around.

He makes sure that you're always next to him. Or at least, near him so you don't get separated.

That didn't seem to be a problem at first since you two did plan to enjoy the event together. But then it started to get problematic when the two of you argue over where to go first, when to eat, and when to go to the bathroom, because unlike him who was used to going hours and hours long without taking a bathroom break cooped up in his room, you were a human being and you could not handle it.

The two of you managed to go about thirty minutes before getting into a full-on argument that lead to several disagreements, causing you two to split up.

You both felt awful about the whole fight, but the other just didn't get it. So you parted ways and decided to try to enjoy the event separately.

Many moments passed by and neither of you were still even in the mood to be there. And you'd have eventually come across him in the Ruri-chan booth, sulking in the back, crouching down.

You'd overhear him saying stuff like "it's not like I meant to upset them, Ruri-chan, they're like my Henry!" and "I just get worried that something might happen to them so I can't just leave them alone! But I guess that's what I just did huh.."

You'd be extremely moved (and slightly concerned that he was talking to a Ruri-chan poster even though you've seen him in a similar situation before) that you'd decide to just let your argument from a while ago slide.

All of a sudden, you'd just plop right next to him, ignoring how surprised he was, and wrap his arm over your shoulders and around your neck.

His scent alone would comfort you and make you feel safer than you did when you were on your own.

As he starts stuttering and slightly blushing, you'd snuggle into his hold. "Darn it, Levi! You caught me!" Your tone would be upset but would be completely contrasting to the expression on your face as you gave him a wide smile. Then you'd pout "I guess I have no choice but to stay with you for the rest of the day then... But if we don't get something to eat soon, I'm using our pact on you!"

After a series of stutters and flustered reactions, he gains his composure and takes your deal offer.

He'd be on cloud nine the whole time with a huge smile on his face. He didn't even care if you saw how happy you made him. He didn't know WHAT to do when you two parted ways. He thought he just lost a friend and was literally about to go cry if you didn't jump in when you did.

SATAN

You knew from the beginning that the fourth born became super protective over you whenever you left the House of Lamentation.

Whether it was with his brothers or with the residents of Purgatory Hall, or even the demon king himself, he always felt uneasy letting you go without him by your side.

When you first brought it up to him, he doesn't deny it. Under the pretense that he was only worried that they wouldn't be able to protect you as well as he would if certain circumstances were to arise.

You'd be out in the streets of the Devildom with Satan, taking a stroll around town. Well, at least that's what you two agreed on before you left the house. But how could you help yourself when there were so much things to see? It was IMPOSSIBLE for you not to take a detour.

Satan doesn't mind that you take detours though. If anything, he wanted you to make as much stops as you wanted so that the time you spent alone together would last even longer before he had to take you back home and share you with his brothers.

The problem was that you kept disappearing from his side every so often. And he panics like he just lost a child every single time.

He then resorts to holding your hand so that he'd keep better track of you. (That was partly why he held your hand but not the main reason ~)

But even then, you'd still manage to get away. How in the Devildom do you keep escaping from his side?!

You didn't mean to, but you just get so excited and you'd think that you would just take a little while but end up there for enough time for Satan to start worrying about losing you... again.

"Geez MC, you really shouldn't run off like that every time you see something you like. You're like a moth attracted to flame..." He'd scold you, frowning while gripping your hand firmly.

You apologize and genuinely feel bad that you were giving him such a hard time supervising you like a little kid.

He'd say that it was fine and sigh when it was about time that you two head home. He didn't want you to miss dinner after all.

When you notice that he was rather down, you felt the need to cheer him up. And so you take him by the hand and place it around your waist, smiling at him.

He would be caught off-guard and be at a loss for words for a moment.

Before he asks what has gotten into you, you beat him to speaking first.

"Here, so you don't lose me again on the way home" You smile brightly.

You got him blushing sure, but that was nothing compared to how much sense of fulfilment you had given him. YOU made him wrap his arms around you.

He could already imagine the look on Lucifer's face when he sees the two of you arrive at the house like that. He could NOT wait.

ASMODEUS

Hanging out with Asmo was always fun. He'd always give you all his attention besides the times that he lathers himself with compliments.

What made your time with the fifth born so fun was how he always knew just what to do to brighten your day. You're upset? He knows how to cheer you up. You feel down? He will make you feel absolute bliss. Anxious? Don't be! He will hype you up until you had as much confidence as he had.

You thought that it was sweet of him to always want to spend time with you. Besides himself, you were his favorite after all. The only problem was, that every time you hang out in public you'd get swarmed by demons and witches, succubi and incubi. And what makes it worse is that Asmo would RARELY notice that you get sucked into the waves of the crowd.

You never blamed him for it since you knew he was just being himself. You know he can't help it. But being out in public with him trying to have fun was going downhill and always had the opposite effect on you.

You'd always end up going home on your own or have someone come and get you. You always had to cancel plans.

You've brought it up to him several times before with the intention of actually asking him to do something about it to help you out, but he'd always turn the conversation into such a way that it'd seem that there was nothing he could do about it. Which was only half true.

He did however talk your ear off about getting separated from him, saying that it wasn't very safe to not be beside him. He even once threw a fit that you all of a sudden left him one time when you had plans to go see a movie together.

Several days pass and you just let the situation with Asmo slide since it didn't really prevent you from hanging out with him inside the house. You were being considerate and patient with him.

Your birthday was coming around a week from then and Asmo asked you out to celebrate it early so that his brothers didn't have to share you with him. He wanted a one-on-one celebration with you because, let's face it, you deserved it.

Of course you agree. If you didn't, you knew he'd just find a way to persuade you into agreeing anyway. He's good at that.

You get ready and prepared yourself for the worst. Today, you will try your very best to not get swept away into the crowds of Asmo's fans. He was kind enough to ask you out to celebrate your day and you didn't want to have to ruin that.

Once you were out in town, you were instantly surrounded by the lesser demons that caught sight of the fifth born as expected. You brace yourself and tried not to get pushed around.

Asmo would remind you not to wander off this time, and you would only pout at him, not giving the effort to argue.

You were going strong for the first few minutes as you walked the streets, but that consistency faded at the halfway point of your destination. But you weren't about to give up.

Screw it! You took Asmo's arm and hung onto it, making him sling his arm around you and firmly hold you.

He was surprised that you had this bold side that you were hiding from him all this time. Could this have been his plan all along? Is that why he didn't do anything about his fans? So that you would step up and take matters into your own hands like this? You didn't want to think about it.

"Thanks for making sure I don't wander off this time, Asmo." You'd say through gritted teeth and a smile of frustration. "Now let's hurry up, we don't want to be late!"

All he could do was laugh at how adorable you were at that moment, rushing to get him all to yourself. He was absolutely SMITTEN.

From then on, he'd always try to get that side out of you again.

BEELZEBUB

Beel always invited you to join eating competitions with him. He loved to share the things that made him happy with you.

It was hella fun at first and you enjoyed tasting a variety of Devildom food, regardless if you won the competitions or not. Hanging out with Beel was awesome!

This goes on for a while and you loved it. But after a certain amount of time, you start to like it less.

It wasn't that you didn't like hanging out with Beel anymore. And it certainly wasn't because you were getting bored with him or anything. It was because after all those times you've accepted his invitations to stuff yourself to the brim, you finally couldn't take it anymore.

It was like your body could no longer physically take in food at large amounts. You'd only have three meals a day and a bit of snacks in between lately. Any more than that would make you puke. And throwing up wasn't exactly pleasant.

But how could you possibly reject the poor boy when he asks you so genuinely with stars in his eyes from the excitement of spending time with you? Easy and simple. You can't.

So, you agree to join his eating competitions continuously. Only, you sneak away each time you couldn't take it anymore.

He doesn't notice this for a while, but when he did, he was heartbroken. Was he not showing you a fun enough time to want to stay with him? Was he boring to be with? Do you even want to be with him? Or were you just putting up with him because you didn't want to hurt his feelings?

He confronts you about this predicament and tells you that you shouldn't have to put up with anything that you don't like. Plus, if you kept leaving like that, who knows what troubles you might run into. He doesn't want to be the cause of you getting hurt or anything.

You didn't know how to react once you realized that he found out. But you decided to try to lift the atmosphere first before explaining yourself. Hence, you try your best to take his arms and wrap them around yourself.

"You caught me, Beel! I guess I can't go running off on my own anymore... It's much safer with you anyway I guess" You'd smile at him sheepishly.

He'd be confused yet flustered when you stood so close to him. You two were so close that he could feel your heartbeat! This was NOT how he expected for this situation to turn out.

You explain to him your situation and he listens to your every word.

This is one of the rare moments where he would scold you into promising to tell him whatever it was that made you uncomfortable so that he could fix it. You promise, and the two of you get your favorite dessert. You couldn't say no to that of course.

BELPHEGOR

Taking naps with Belphie was always the best. His cuddles were a hundred percent relaxing.

His touch would always calm your nerves after a hard day. The mellow sound of his breathing and little sleeping noises were like music to your ears that you could listen to for ages. He could lull you to sleep every single time you laid next to him.

He enjoyed sleeping with you as much as you did. This greatly helps with problems like sleep deprivation and anxiety, but it became a huge problem when he gets a little needy.

This side of him often hindered you from getting things done, like homework, student council work, cooking duty, and chores to name a few.

It became so problematic up to the point where you had scored poorly in one exam and Lucifer was on your case about it.

Of course the youngest took great pleasure in that event, seeing as Lucifer was collateral damage. By all means he didn't want to get you in trouble. He doesn't mean to hold you back. It's just that, he wants you there with him a bit too much. And you knew he couldn't just get over it and sacrifice by dealing with it on his own. He was used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted it after all.

So the only way you could solve this little dilemma was to sneak away from him the moment he falls asleep. That way, you could do other productive things. You've spent WAY too much time lounging around with the family baby long enough.

Every time that you sneak away though, the lack of your presence would always wake him up since he's gotten so used to you being his personal human pillow.

He'd think that he could just snatch you back into bed with him every time but to his surprise, he couldn't?

When he realizes that he was incapable of holding you captive successfully or grabbing you back into bed when you try to sneak away, he begins to whine, complain, anything to get you to come back really.

He makes it really hard for you to resist him and the temptation to procrastinate even more. But the logical side of you kicks in and forces you to ignore the cranky demon boy.

Belphie always nags at you for leaving him every time you two are together. At RAD, out on the streets of the Devildom, at the house, he would give you an earful. Honestly you didn't even know he could talk that long without dozing off.

After several days of pure torture, you had finally caught up with all your responsibilities. And when you came to see Belphie who was sulking sourly in the attic alone, you jump in next to him and roll into his arms with a smile.

"Oh no! You caught me this time Belphie! I guess we'll have to nap together today" You melt at his scent. It was as comforting as you recalled it to be.

He had a frown directed at you but you knew that you caught him off-guard and got him all shy. You thought that it was cute that he gets flustered over the situation.

He then sighs and closes his eyes, snuggling his face deeper into your neck as you remember the familiar feeling of being in his arms, so close to him.

"You're lucky you chose the right choice today" He'd murmur in his sleepy voice into your neck and you'd feel the vibrations of his voice.

"I was about to give biting a try"

To catch you??! Has he gone mad?! Was he THAT desperate?!

Who does he think he is? Beel??!?!?

My first anon!! I hope you enjoyed reading this! And thank you so much for the ask ~

~ Em ♡

[hotxcheeto]

ellie comforts reader cause she's jealous of dina and hers friendship, but she trust her of course but it hard not to be insecure with competition like that. ellie makes sure she knows how she feel about her;)

━ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst, established relationship, kinda sad reader, jealous feelings, nsfw smut, vaginal fingering, semi-public bathroom sex, alcohol drinking, dubcon?, dom!ellie, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/about halfway

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I wasn't just how far you wanted me to go but I got a bit carried away lmao, thank you for the rq!! <3

You couldn't stop staring, as much as your heart ached. As much as it made you want to cry, seeing Dina flaunting all around Ellie with that stupid smile she always had.

You didn't look like her, but sometimes seeing Ellie look at her made you wish you did. Holding a drink low in your hands you quickly chugged it all before slamming it down on the table beside you. Tearing your eyes away from them for just a moment, squeezing them shut.

"Hey, you good?" You whipped around to face Jesse, the man stepping back with his hands up, laughing slightly. "Hey, not a threat." You chuckled, thought it came out more forced than you meant it to sound. Shrugging. "I'm.. fine. All good." "That smile your giving tells me otherwise. It looks like something's biting your ass."

You groaned, smacking your hands on your face and rubbing your skin.

"Is it that obvious?" You said, muffled by your palms. "Kind of." He laughed, moving to grab your glass before nodding towards the bar. "C'mon, get another drink." "I can't, they're over there!" "You mean your girlfriend, who hasn't been able to stop staring at you the entire night?"

You furrowed your eyebrows before Jesse nodded at the bar again. You turned your head, catching Ellie's eyes, the girl sending you a small smile before looking back to Dina.

"Doesn't matter.. Dina is.." You made a gesture with your hands, Jesse laughing and shaking his head. "..and I'm not." "You think Ellie would cheat on you?" You then began almost violently shaking your head, grabbing his arm. "No. She would never, but they've been spending so much time together and I just..."

You crossed your arms, walking beside him towards the bar, a small frown on your face catching the eye of a certain green eyed girl just a ways away.

She noticed how you didn't smile back at her. Walking beside Jesse like you'd never been here before. Like it was your first day in Jackson again.

"Dina does have a way with words." Jesse said, grimacing as he called over the man behind the bar. "She's just so.. not me." "But Ellie loves you. Not whatever you think Dina has over your head." You huffed, resting your head on your hand as you sat at the bar.

"Would you date me?" Jesse snorted, giving you one of the glasses of alcohol he'd ordered. "If I had boobs, yes." You snorted, taking a sip of the drink, looking over at Ellie laughing at another of Dina's jokes.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." "Alright, but quick question." You paused from getting off the stool, looking at him, waiting. "Would you date me?" "If I didn't like boobs, totally." You nodded, hearing him laugh as you downed your drink and walked towards the bathroom.

It was made for only one person, knocking on the door before opening it to the empty room. You quickly shut the door, turning to the sink and pushing the handle on.

The running water was enough to make your mind focus on it. Trying to push away the thoughts of Dina and Ellie, jealous that she had her attention the entire night.

Ellie wouldn't hurt you, and you knew Dina wouldn't either. But sometimes, you wished you were like her. You wished you could snatch up people's attention as soon as you entered a room like her.

They were always close before you came, and for some reason you felt like you were ruining something.

You began rinsing your face off, standing up and looking at yourself in the mirror. You then wiped your face off, stopping the water and shaking your hands.

Finally as you began to collect yourself, you jumped when the door opened. Spinning around to see Ellie, sliding in before quickly shutting and locking it behind her.

"Hey, you alright?" You shrugged, feeling her hands slide to your waist, looking down at you with worried eyes. ""m fine. Just.. I dunno honestly. I..." You huffed, covering your face with your hands, hearing her light laughter.

"Don't laugh, I already feel bad." Ellie lightly pulled your hands from your face, looking at the small pout you wore. "What is it?" "You and Dina..." "You're jealous of me and Dina?" "You've been with her all night." You huffed, messing with the band of her jeans, sticking your finger through one of the beltholes.

"Hey." Her finger slipped under your chin, tiling your head up to meet her eyes. "Why didn't you come over?" "I didn't want to bother you, you were having fun." "Yeah, well I would've had more fun with you. And not seeing you sulking with Jesse."

"You seen that?" You groaned again, head falling against her, hearing her laugh from above you. Kissing your hair. "Yeah." "Huh, so you were watching me." Your head suddenly popped up, a smug smile on your face. "Jesse said you were watching." "Yeah, well, these jeans look great on you."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at her comment, a dopey smile on your face. "Thank you.. but seriously, you've been with her so much lately and.." You brushed it off, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. Ellie standing just over your shoulder.

"I trust you. And her, but... it's stupid." "It's not. But I didn't know, you should've told me." "I didn't want to make you feel bad or.. ruin it." Ellie then wrapped her arms around your waist, meeting your eyes in the mirror, her breath fanning your neck.

"You should've told me." Her hands snuck down your torso as you let out a noise, shrugging. She then set her head on your shoulder, resting, mouth in a permanent pout as her chin squished into your skin. "I didn't want to bother you." "How long 've you felt like this?"

"I dunno, a while. You guys were friends before.. I feel like I'm intruding." Her hand slowly moved down your stomach towards the band of your jeans, pulling up your shirt just a bit as you stayed staring in her eyes. Slight sadness swimming in them.

"You're not, we're together last time I checked, me and Dina don't do what we did last night." You could feel your face warm to a burn, a slight ache pulsating in your jeans as you finally looking at her hand that was beginning to mess with the button for your pants. "You're very confident tonight." "Had a few drinks." She muttered, picking her head up to kiss your neck.

It was then you could smell the alcohol admitting from her breath. Smelling like her favorite liquor, the liquor she'd only drink here on special occasions.

"Jesse's probably waiting for me." "He can wait a little longer.." At that she unbuttoned your jeans, taking the small zipper between her much larger fingers. "What about Dina?" "So can she.." Ellie kissed your neck again, then your jaw.

"El.." "What?" "Should we really do this now?" "Don't worry, I'll be quick. Then we can go home. Just... I feel bad, let me make it up to you." You looked over at her, kissing her cheek as she left sloppy kisses down your neck, pushing your jeans down just a bit.

"Alright just... don't leave any marks." "Too late." "Ellie." You whined with a huff before a light gasp fell from your lips, her fingers slipping into your underwear and brushing over your clit before pulling away again.

"Hurry up they're gonna-" "Alright, alright." You could feel the tips of her fingers beginning to brush over your little clit, small gasps and breaths being covered up by the loud music outside the door, being yelling and dancing at the popular song playing.

"T-That feels good.." "Hm, spread 'em wider." She muttered, grabbing one of your legs and moving it spreading you farther. "Ellie.." "Hold on I'm getting there." Your chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace staring at her hand in the mirror as it worked you slowly.

Her other hand kept a firm grip on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise later on. But her eyes were another story, they were on you in the mirror, watching you as you let out every little whine and whimper for her. Eyebrows pushing together as you watched, your stomach expanding with each shudder and large gasp for air when she'd press a little harder.

"El-Ellie-" You dragged her name out as she began to move faster, applying more pressure, your legs beginning give out on you, shaking. Not that Ellie cared, holding you up before slipping a finger into your hole, a slightly louder moan filling the room, Ellie kissing at your neck while watching you.

You were sticking your bottom lip out as she stuck two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy. Raspy noises coming from your throat before a few girlish mewls filled her ears. Pumping in and out of your cunt. Her hand then moved from your thigh to your stomach keeping you held up as you inched closer to your release. Your hand coming to rest on it, other flying to her wrist.

"F-fuck, Ellie 'm gonna come.." "Yeah?" "Please Ellie.. please-" You whispered, feeling her stretch you out while adding a third finger. "Oh, oh please- please." Her pace was almost too much for you to handle, your underwear having slid down your thighs just a bit, your jeans now falling towards your knees.

"Come Y/n, come on my fingers-" You felt her hand coming over your mouth as your eyes rolled back, three fingers grazing your g-spot as you shook with your release. All of your weight being pushed against her, her arms holding you up as your thighs squeezed shut around her hand.

Still moving back and forth out of you roughly before finally coming to a slow, rubbing your clit as you came down, breathing heavily when her hand left your mouth.

"To-Too much." "You did good." She kissed your neck, pulling her hand from between your shaking legs. "Now, you still upset?" You shook your head silently, watching her wash her hands quickly as you cleaned up slightly.

Ellie then came over, finishing up before pulling your panties and jeans up, buttoning them again. She then fixed your shirt, kissing you in the process.

"Thank you.." "Don't thank me, we haven't even got home yet."You placed your face in her chest, inhaling her scent, feeling her hug you. "I'm gonna make you forget why you were upset as soon as we get home." She muttered against your hair. "Now go say goodbye."

a/N: drink water and make sure to eat!!

[lunathebee]

Hello 👋🏽 can I request a jealous moon boys HC some hurt/comfort please?

THE MOON BOYS BEING JEALOUS

A/n: ty for sending in a rq, I feel like I'm experiencing deja vu....have I done anything similar to this??? But anw sorry I don't know how to add the hurt/comfort thingy in

Warning: None, beside me never doing a rq accurately enough

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

I'm having mixed feelings about him

If it's just a small conversation between you and a man, he would happily go up and join you guys (even if it's a bit awkward)

If there's some flirting going on, he will become sassy, answering back all the questions for you

"Are you free this Sunday Y/n?"

"We have plans this Sunday right love? *Look at you*, yea sorry mate"

"...maybe Monday-"

"Not a chance"

"Thursday"

"Nope"

*both men stare at eachother*

Steven looks at him like "are you really going to say all the days?" 💀💀

He doesn't want you to waste more time chatting with this guy

He will grab your hand and pull you away, but not even before saying sorry to the dude (he's so nice)

"Are you jealous Steven?"

"Am I not allowed to? *Pout*"

🥺🥺 please why would you even have eyes for other man

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

The one that goes *cough loudly* "hey baby, i miss you *kiss* who are you talking to?"

Also, the one that goes for a handshake and grips the dude's hand too hard.

His existence is enough to tell that guy to fck off

If not, he will stand,cross his arm, listen to whatever this guy has to offer

He knows you better than that, and this doofus dude definitely won't steal you away from him

He has the "I don't have time for this" attitude

(but let's be honest, if the dude is somewhat handsome, he will feel a bit insecure and grumpy :(( )

"Are you jealous Marc?"

"Do you still love me? "Stop being ridiculous"

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

*BAM* the guy is ded 💀💀💀

LMAO oKAY sorry

Ehem, the real question is why

Jake looks like the most intimidating man on EARTH

So why would anyone even think about flirting with YOU?

Are they blind??? Crazy?? Wanna get beat up???

If Jake sees someone flirting with you, he will keep his cool and watch for another minute

Just lurking, watching

And when he thinks the guy is crossing the line, he will go up and snatch you away

Don't worry he will never be mad or yell at you, Jake will glare at the guy

Telling him with his eyes like "do not talk to my lover AGAIN"

Can you guys tell I have a things for overprotective men-

"Are you jealous Jake?"

"Just wait till we get home"

[noisyquokka]

GIRL!! I just read your Lino fic and 🧎🏻‍♀️

I see your rqs are about to close so I was hoping maybe you could do a little sumthn sumthn angsty for my boy YangYang? I'd prefer F!reader and sumthn like you broke up and get kinda really jealous seeing him at a party with some girl and maybe you get back together maybe ya don't I'll leave that up to your creative mind? Could you also add Renjun and Xiaojun in as well, like a friend group type thing? I know this is a lot and maybe too detailed but like I NEED more angst from you plz and thank you 😩

Take care and stay hydrated 🤍

Scorched Auroras

PAIRING - YangYang x F!Reader (ft. Renjun & Xiaojun)

SYNOPSIS - You've had your regrets over the years, it's a part of the human experience. But nothing will ever compare to the pain of Him walking out of your life.

WORDCOUNT - 4.4k

WARNINGS - All around Angst, Cheating, Lies, Descriptions of Anxiety Attack, Heated Arguments, Exes to ???, Mentions of Alcohol, Reader wears feminine clothes (dress, heels, etc.), Renjun's kind of a dick in this... he's just trying to help, YangYang is also a dick but it's well-deserved || Let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N - The way I've been wanting to write more angst after that Minho fic, but I've just not gotten around to it... 😔 Thanks for the request, Darling! ngl I spent more time rereading this than I did writing this to the point that I have no idea if this is as good as I originally thought it was, (we love inconvenient writers block) so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And to all you YangYang girlies 👋🏻 I'm sorry for this.

“Huang Renjun, when I find your sorry ass…”

Your heels reverberate against the floors of the house, quick and staccato as you seek out the host of the party. This was supposed to be a chill little get together with mutual friends; all put together by Renjun. Same people. Same place. But when you walked through the front door, you’d been paralyzed.

Through the hall - between the mass of bodies that danced and conversed with each other - you had spotted Liu YangYang sitting pretty on the leather sofa, strumming away on his six-string. His eyes had found yours, and that genuine smile on his face had faded, his brows knitting as he blinked and looked away. He was surrounded by mutual friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the group of girls that sat like a pride of lions around him.

Funny enough, looking around the house… this party? Not so little or so mutual. In fact, you’re almost certain there’s friends of friends here, migrating up the stairs that you’ve just traversed. And the majority of them have been gathered around your ex-boyfriend for the past hour like he was the main entertainment of the evening.

So here you are, with a handful of drinks in you and your patience dwindling. You huff, sparing glances through open doors and knocking on others down the hall until you’re finally directed to Renjun’s bedroom by a random party-goer.

“Renjun!” your knuckles rap on the door, calling over the back beat of the blaring music. “I know you’re in there! Open the damn door!”

When there’s no answer, you grunt and knock louder. There’s no doubt he can hear you, your fist aching with every hit to the wood grain. The door opens, a very buzzed Renjun appearing before you.

“Fuck, where’s the fire!?”

You shoot him a glare, leaning against the door frame.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. It’s now that you notice the wrinkles in his clothes, his dark hair an unruly mess that he attempts to fix by carding his fingers through the tresses. The smear of red at the corner of his mouth has you narrowing your eyes. You scoff.

“Yeah… busy.”

Renjun stumbles, your hand darting out to snatch at the collar of his white tee. His protests fall on deaf ears as you pull him down the hall towards his makeshift studio. He knows he’s not going anywhere, even as he attempts to wretch your fingers from the fabric.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” The heavy bass drums steady in your chest as you yank Renjun into the room. The moment your past the threshold, you let him go, slamming the door behind you.

“Hey, easy!”

“You lied to me.”

Renjun lets loose an exasperated chuckle, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish I knew what you were talking about.” he says, raising his brow. There’s a ghost of amusement playing on his face. He knows. It only fuels your aggravation.

“Oh, YangYang won’t be there, I promise.” You mock the words he’d told you over a FaceTime call just a few days ago. Renjun meets your glare evenly, seemingly unimpressed. He rolls his eyes when you cross your arms.

“I didn’t know he’d come. He told me he had something planned tonight.”

“Right, fucking fat chance that he’s sitting right where I’d catch him cozied up around a bonfire of girls.”

“The perfect place to play a guitar.” he quips. Your eyes narrow, following his movements as he turns toward the random clutter in the studio.

“You know how much I hate this version of Renjun.”

“Which one?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. He stops at his desk, rearranging strewn journals and crumpled pages that have nearly landed in the bin beside the workspace.

“The one that plays dumb just to get out of answering me.”

“I do not-”

“You do!” you bite, feet situating themselves under your weight. You level the brunette with a pointed look.

“You’re holding out on me, I can tell. So, are you gonna spill or what?”

You watch the cogs turn behind his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his brow, clearly frustrated with the way this conversation is going. Brown eyes shift from the far wall, dropping the journals on the desk. He turns to you, a look crossing his face that you can’t pinpoint.

“I already told you, I had no idea he was gonna be here, okay? I asked him if he was coming and he said no.” Renjun glances to your form and the way you’re seemingly guarding the door like a well-trained hound. “I didn’t openly invite him. He showed up on his own. Any reason you’re so pissed about that?”

The question catches you off guard. Any reason you’re so pissed about that? What, with the way things ended, you certainly have no right to be. Ignoring the stabbing in your chest, you lick your lips, nails digging into your forearm. He catches the way you shift, spine straightening against the wall.

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, voice clipped.

“A valid one.” Renjun replies, leaning against his desk. There’s that casual air that he exudes as his eyes rake down your body. Observing. Your choice in outfit; that little black dress, the time you put into your hair and makeup, those stilettos. Renjun knows you don’t put that amount of time into going out unless it means something.

He clicks his tongue, blinks. Bourbon swirls with some kind of intent.

“You’re the one who broke up with him, remember? Although I’ve gotta say, if looks could kill, those girls fawning over him would be dead at his feet.”

“Watch your words, Huang.” you warn, a sharpness to your tone that leaves the guy unbothered.

“I haven’t said a thing… it’s called observing.” His voice is cool as ice, arms coming to cross over his chest.

“You’re implying.”

He laughs, snake eyes pinning him where he stands.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You want facts?” You close the distance between you and Renjun so quickly, he doesn’t have time to react before you’re right in his face, “You know exactly what the hell you did. You knew how much I didn’t want him here, it’s why I asked you when you invited me. You made a promise that you blew to the wind.”

Your voice is calm but tight - like a rubber band pulled to its limits. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you come across at this point. Not when there’s seven vodka shots warming your veins, clouding all rationality. Your patience is gone as you glare up at the man, watching as a dark brow twitches behind stray tresses. You’re done playing his stupid little game.

The tink of plastic against metal hits your ears as Renjun swipes a broken guitar pick off the desk into the trash bin, eyes deadlocked on the sneer that’s prying at your lips. For a second, he mulls over his actions that led up to this point. Perhaps he’s being a bit of an ass, but you’ve put off talking things out with YangYang for months. He's felt the strain it's put on the group dynamic, and he’s sick of hearing you both say everything is fine. How can two people be fine when they can’t tolerate being in the same room together? And now you come to him like he’s done you wrong, like what he’s done is unforgivable… Renjun doesn’t get it.

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Renjun, you in here? Some jackass is-”

The door opens, Xiaojun stopping short at the sight before him. The tense charge in the room hits him like a tidal wave, and the scowl that etches your face doesn’t give him much room to speculate.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” he says, looking between you two. Renjun scratches at his neck, clearing his throat.

“What is it, man?”

“There’s some guy starting shit by the pool. Thought it’d be a job for the host.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Xiaojun nods, giving you both one last fleeting glance before the door closes. When the footsteps fade into nothing but reverberating bass, Renjun slips out of the space between you and the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of damage control, as you just heard.” He turns toward the door with a finality that says this conversation is well over. If you weren’t buzzing, were in your right state of mind, you would have let him go. But the addition of alcohol only egged on your unbridled emotions.

“No, we’re not done talking.” You hiss, a hand darting out to catch his wrist. Renjun groans, and you hear your name slip off his tongue like a bad omen as he aggressively shrugs you off him.

“Stop! Just-” He turns his back to the door, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You look on with wide eyes as he takes a deep breath, brows twitching. “You both said that you broke up because things weren’t working out. Something about schedules and other conflicting shit…”

He shakes his head, optics flickering over your face, searching for some sort of answer as to why you're reacting this way. When your shoulders sag, he knows enough. You’re closing off, and as much as Renjun wants to be the friend that mothers you back to good spirits with a gentle hand, it seems that isn’t gonna work. The way you approached this tonight has him clutching at his last straw.

“It’s not my business but-”

“You’re right, it’s not your business-”

“But you decided to make it my business when you pulled me in here and fucking interrogated me! That alone tells me there’s more to the story than you two have let on.” You press you lips together, optics locking onto the far wall. You hear the steady release of a sigh, the rattling of the door knob under his palm. “You’ve been friends for years. You never let the simple things interfere back then.”

“Romantic relationships are different, Renjun.” You don’t need to meet those eyes to know he’s unconvinced.

“You’re impossible…” He mutters. The floorboards groan under his feet as he turns back toward the door, shoulders tight under the fabric of his shirt.

“This conversation is going nowhere. I don’t know why you dragged me in here and grilled me about the one person you don’t want to talk about, but I have a party to host.” His fingers grip the door knob and twist, amber eyes meeting yours over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but you need to talk to him. Before the fallout ruins this friend group.”

The door slams shut, and you blink as Renjun’s heavy footfalls fade down the hall. His words sink in. He’s right. You sag against the wall, letting your head fall against the drywall, trying to process everything that just happened. Releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as the liquor takes another round through your hazy mind. The threat of tears infect your vision, burning even as you attempt to blink them away.

“Fuck.” you hiss, fingers coming to press against the junction of your nose bridge and the corners of your eyes until the pressure conjures rainbow static behind your lids. “Fuck. Fuck!”

You’re ready to leave. Ready to leave this party, block phone numbers and move out of the country if it means you don’t have to face the one person you regret hurting. Selfish, really, but in your current state of mind, it sounds like heaven. You’ve let this situation hang over your head for the past eight months, praying it would go away on it’s own. It’s obvious no God will let you off that easily.

God damn…

Your feet are moving before you can think any further, the studio door left ajar as your figure strides down the hall and descends the stairs. You need a glass of water to clear your head, something to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. Optics dart to the sofa, where YangYang has been most of the evening, but he’s no longer there. The guitar leans against the wall, propped up with the help of the sofa's armrest. You bee-line for the kitchen.

The main space between the living room and kitchen has significantly dwindled to a small group of people, and you remember what Xiaojun had said about the shit starter by the pool. A simple glance to the back patio tells you that’s where everyone has gone. Empty cups and snack trays are left behind, alongside a few couples making out in the corner, and the few people conversing near the kitchen island, including Xiaojun. He greets you with a soft smile, offering you another drink that you graciously decline.

“You good?” he asks, smile fading into furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I think I’m over the alcohol for tonight.” you mutter, taking an chilled water bottle from the cooler. “Do you know where YangYang ran off to?”

“Last I saw him, he looked like he was leaving for the night.” he replies, taking another swig of his beverage. You blink, cracking the cap on the bottle and bringing it to your lips in one swift motion. Despite the amount of alcohol you’ve had in such a short amount of time, the water you take down washes away your brain fog, and you turn toward the front door with a newfound clarity.

YangYang isn’t gone. You know him well enough. And you’re ready to face him. You have to be. Because you aren’t leaving here until you set things right.

You pat Xiaojun on the shoulder as you leave, a quiet thanks uttered as you force yourself to move toward the exit, fingers latching on the handle.

The cool night air washes over your skin, but you welcome the instantaneous sobering up it provides. It’s quiet out here, as quiet as a house party can get for the chatter and music, crickets chirping in the protection of well-manicured shrubs. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you find who you’re looking for.

Liu YangYang stands at the far corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with his back to you. He’d be unnoticeable by most people, shrouded in October shadows.

You’re not most people.

It’s as if the world falls still in the time it takes you to walk over, your stomach swirling like a blender on full power. He’s by himself out here. That makes it easier, right? You let out a shaky breath, the sudden urge to bolt over the railing and disappear into the woods like a spooked fawn flooding your veins. But you don’t. You can’t.

“We need to talk.” you pipe up, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in your voice. Black hair falls into brown eyes, a grunt of your name passing his lips at the sound of your voice. You never want to hear him say your name like that again. Like you're the scum of the earth.

“Heard you were pretty pissed about my being here.” he says. Even under his sweater, you can see how taught his back muscles are, how he's trying to hold himself back. Your eyes slip shut.

Renjun… He must have caught up with YangYang before you could make it downstairs. You let the curses slip to the back of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand. You know this doesn’t have to be hard. Just a short, civil conversation between you and your ex. With a lick of your lips, you try again.

“YangYang, I’m-”

“You know, it’s really fucking insulting to hear that.” He brings the half-full solo cup in his hand to his lips, taking the rest of his drink down in one go. Dark optics stare blankly toward the dimly lit street. “Especially when you’ve avoided me for the past eight months. When no one else knows the truth about you.”

You swallow hard at his comment, staring at the foot that he can't stop tapping against the porch.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, YangYang.” you say, taking a step toward him, “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you.”

You hear the huff of a scoff, and he turns just enough to lock eyes with you from over his shoulder, pupils digging into you from the corners.

“Better eight months late than never.”

“YangYang-”

“What?” he interjects, snapping like a cornered fox, “Too busy with them to come to me sooner with your bullshit excuses?”

YangYang doesn’t need to face you to get his emotions across. You’ve never had trouble deciphering whether he was emotionally six feet under or floating on cloud nine. But now, you feel like you’re Gaia up against the raw power of Helios; a violent storm of solar particles slamming against you in his attempts to protect his heart from freezing over.

The auroras of scorched and unspoken truths. Your magnetic field is battered and bruised too significantly to sustain such a blow.

That’s on you, you know. You’d come to the realization eight months ago when you took that sledgehammer to a decade of friendship. A decade of trust that transformed into so much more. An angel of a boy that you threw away - tore his wings from his back for good measure.

You shake your head, that fire burning behind your eyes.

“You’re not being fair, here.” You whisper, and as much as you don’t want this conversation to escalate, you know there’s no stopping it. You flinch when he whips around, wild eyes boring into yours, a snarl threatening to break the crease of his lips. He points a finger at you.

“You cheated, Love! You!” The term of endearment is anything but; poison on the tongue that used to serenade you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He is the ferocity of a rabid dog in the form of gnashing teeth and beady eyes, panting and growling in warning when you try to console it.

“Two years together! Thirteen years of friendship and trust that you so easily struck a match to like that?! Fucking treated me like I was an afterthought in your daily schedule while we were still together! The nights you came home and lied through your teeth, telling me you were working late… that you were out with friends… Fuck, I even felt you pulling away and I still tried telling myself that I was crazy. No, no, you wouldn’t do that to me. We’ve been through so much together. Fucking fool, I am!”

You watch him through the glaze of tears as he stalks toward you. The hurt in his eyes burns like a serrated knife, slicing away at the worn and ruptured threads of your relationship that scream with every threat of the blade.

“So, no, you don't get to tell me I'm being unfair! I saw the way you watched me tonight. You probably don't realize how many drinks you had because you were too busy raising your hackles at the girls that I was talking to. Ran off to light a fire under Renjun's ass because things didn't go your way.”

Your heart pounds against your breast, your pulse violent in your fingertips. In your head, this conversation played out with less hostility. You expected some anger - it’s only fair with the pain you put him through - but this was another level entirely. In all your years of knowing YangYang, he’d never blown up like this.

Never at you.

Never because of you.

This isn’t the boy that you would race to school every morning, who dried your tears and rubbed the rocks from your knees when you tripped yourself. The one who would send you dumb memes in the middle of class, and took accountability so you weren't sitting in detention alone. Who bought you a promise ring for your ten years of being friends, and another when you celebrated two years of dating.

Your rock in the toughest situations and you threw him into the ocean with little thought. Didn't even watch as he sank to the depths.

You blink, feeling the tears track down you cheeks as you speak.

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did, and I should’ve talked to you about this months ago. I’ve…” You hesitate, “I’ve been think about that night a lot.”

“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“It was a mistake, and I can’t even give you a good reason for it.” you whimper, breath catching in your throat, “I’m so sorry, YangYang. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. I never should’ve-”

Words fail you, your composure breaking with a burst of tears that hits so suddenly, it's impossible to breathe. You hug yourself with trembling arms, nails digging into your palms.

“I don’t want this to be it for us,” you say, your words strangled as you try to wrangle in your tears, “there has to be a way to fix this!”

He’s close enough to touch, and you reach out with little thought, pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your fingers grip into the back of his sweater as you sob into his shoulder, your body shaking with every strangled hiccup.

YangYang doesn’t move, doesn't push you off. He just stands here. There’s no warm embrace enveloping your frame, no tears to share with you. It’s like you’re hugging a stone statue, the body heat that he exudes being some sort of sick joke when all you feel is the chill of a vacant shell.

“Please, tell me what I can do to fix it!” The plea hangs over you like a specter, ghastly fingers wrapping tight around your throat. The silence grows long, nothing more than faint strains of music drifting through the cracks of the windows and doors of the house, carrying some hint of life beyond the two of you. You almost wish he’d begin to yell again, growl about the extent of which you’ve hurt him. Anything but this indifference, this apathy towards the one girl he’s given everything to. But this… this feels like him finally giving up. Like he’s finally decided that you aren’t worth the trouble anymore. You don’t want to accept it, but every second that ticks by is like another nail in the coffin.

You pull away, fingers twitching as they come up to cradle his jaw. The muscles under the flesh tenses, and he recoils from your touch like it’s physically hurting him, looking off across the street with a hollow gaze. It’s a tortuously long moment before he levels you with those brown eyes. They’re dull when they look at you now; worlds away. A fresh grave, its soil rejecting any and all growth, no flowers, no grass. Seeds greedily plucked from the ground by songbirds and rodents. No one to care for the plot when the soul’s story is made up of little white lies. He watches from the corner of his eye as the tears collect on mascara-laden lashes, the makeup mixing with the liquid as it trickles down and off your chin.

“I don’t want it to be over either,” he admits. A stray tear falls from his lash line, but there’s a void of emotion in his tone. “But…”

There’s that pause again, and you can’t handle it this time. The knot in your chest tightens like a vice, brows pulling inward when he goes to take a step backward. You shake your head, his name sputtering from your lips like it’s the only thing that could offer a modicum of comfort.

“I love you, YangYang,” you say the words quickly, desperately, clinging to his arms as he spares you nothing more than a glance. “I still do, please, please don’t- don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“That’s the same dress.”

You look up with wide eyes, jaw slack as you sniffle.

“What?”

“You wore that dress the night you came home drunk with them.” he says.

You glance down at the fabric hugging your figure, the memories from that night coming back to you in what little fragments you can remember. Clinging to their shirt as you both laughed between kisses, the clumsy fumble of your key in the lock. You had woke up to them in your bed, a raging hangover, and your boyfriend sitting on the couch in silence when you went searching for a glass of water and an Aspirin. You don't remember doing anything more than kissing, but cheating was cheating. And YangYang had been livid.

He shakes his head, laughs incredulously. “You’re insane. You're dead to me.”

“YangYang, I-” is all you can get out before he’s pulling away again, shoving you off him with enough force to send you staggering to your knees. For a moment you sit there in a stunned stupor, your hands splayed over the wood grain of the porch, gasping for breath as you openly sob. Composing yourself at this point is impossible, anxiety clutching at your lungs like a serpent’s stranglehold. Your legs tremble, eyes burning with unspent tears. He hasn’t walked away yet, and for a moment you think maybe there’s some semblance of salvaging this until-

“Don’t come crawling back to me when they put you through the same shit you put me through. Fucking cry yourself to sleep.”

It’s the last thing he says, storming off as he passes your heaving frame with little more than a glance. Down the front steps. Down the path to the side walk. It’s over. You choke back sobs as you fight for oxygen, numb to the feeling of warm hands on your back. Through the onslaught of tears, you recognize the shoe beside your knee as Xiaojun’s.

You try to focus on his voice, listening to each syllable as he murmurs your name in your ear and his attempts to guide you out of this frantic head space, but all you can focus on is the black hole manifesting within your chest. Your heart is like lead at your feet, your lungs burn, and your ears ring to a fever pitch.

YangYang’s words ring in your head like a death knell. The bell’s final toll signaling the end as the shadow of the man you knew disappears down the street.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[graysnetwork]

Listening to the other women rn so lemme js write rq

Btw I’m working on ur guy’s requests, I write slow I’m sry

Happy thanksgiving to the people that celebrate btw❤️🙏🏼

KYLE “Gaz” GARRICK x F!READER

It was the end of the day, Kyle was in the shower, I was sitting on our shared bed just putting on some lotion because my skin felt pretty dry. I was cleaning my hands and noticed Kyle’s phone screen light up which was weird because he never got calls or texts during the evening, I knew it wasn’t “captain price” since his captain never bothered him especially when work was over.

I walked over to the night stand grabbing Kyle’s phone checking what the notification was,

“So are we still getting drinks tomorrow?”

I read, the contact said “Kate” , a million thoughts went through my head all at once. Who was Kate? And why was Kyle getting drinks with her tomorrow? And why didn’t he tell me about her, or these plans with her?!

Was he cheating? No! Kyle would never cheat on me, would he? Another message came

“Hope I get to see you tomorrow, goodnight Kyle”

Noo Kyle wouldn’t cheat on me, I hope not.

I heard the water stop, I stared at the messages for a little while longer, I kept re-reading them trying to find an explanation to calm myself.

Kyle walked into the room, I put down his phone quickly “what is it?” He asked me, I was frowning lightly “uhm, just a text” I said, not sounding like I was upset. “From who?” He asked drying his hair, “oh, says it’s from Kate” I answered, Kyle quickly walked over to the night stand snatching his phone; checking the texts, he looked worried. Maybe he was cheating, he looked like he was hiding something.

“Who’s Kate?” I asked him, my brows furrowed, my light frown coming back to my face, he looked relieved now, turning his attention to me, I assume he caught on quickly to what I was thinking

Kyle could always tell if I was sad, angry, or worried, it never took long for him to realize what I was feeling, that’s what I liked about Kyle. He understood me. He understood me better then I understood myself.

“Y/n.. kate, Laswell, it’s Laswell.” He said shaking his head lightly, ridding any of my thoughts of him cheating. He got down on his knees “I would never cheat on you Y/n, never think that again please” he said; he spoke softly, my frown disappeared, a smile replacing it.

“I was gonna tell you I was going to meet with her and Price, but I forgot. I got distracted” he continued “I’m sorry darling” he finished “no Kyle, im sorry. Im sorry I doubted you.” I said looking down into my lap, not wanting to make eye contact with him; I was so embarrassed. His hand landed on my chin, pushing it up to look back at him. “I’m sorry.” He said, beginning to get up and giving me a kiss on the lips and walking back to the dresser to close it.

I rolled over to my side of the bed getting under the blanket feeling better.

-

Kyle turned on his phone

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Laswell, goodnight”

He texted back. Putting his phone the dresser and getting into bed.

—

(The next day: At the bar)

Kyle sat down at the table where Price and Laswell had been waiting for him for at least half an hour.

“Hi Kyle” Kate said “Hi” he replied getting comfortable, “please, never text me at night again Laswell” he asked her “why? I was just making sure you were still coming” she said furrowing her brows.

“Yeah well, Y/n checked my phone, and thought that I was cheating, so!” He summarized the whole story. “She thought I was hiding something cause I took the phone from her, I thought you were talking about the ring” he said. Kate sighed “well you gotta be more casual Kyle” John told him.

“Whatever, I’ll make sure not to text you late ever again, now please Can we get back on track” Kate asked; both men nodded “Alright Kyle! Let’s see what this ring looks like!” She said. Kyle took a box out of his front pocket, he opened showing off a beautiful diamond ring

He specifically said he wanted it to be simple and modest but noticeable enough on your ring finger.

“Wow” John said “Wow, she is going to be one lucky girl(person)” Kate said. Kyle smiled feeling confident and proud that they liked the ring.

He couldn’t wait to ask you to be his wife.

—

Sorry if some things are written wrong 😐

[justasimplesinner]

Are 2022 rqs still open? Cuz oh boy oh buddy your kiss descriptions are so gd good, would it be possible to ask for making out hcs for 2022 Eddie and Ossie? Sweet riddle lad or bastard mob boss, either way, HOO

HOOOO

2022!Edward make-out hcs:

oh my god he has fantasized about this before you two even got together (or you actually learned his name) and keeps on daydreaming after. you are constantly on his mind and ever since he got a taste of your lips, he will never get enough. good job, you got yourself an addict

isn't the most straightforward person, so in the beginning, he will be too scared to initiate anything. he really doesn't want to ruin the thing he has with you

is a little sloppy and awkward, but very eager. and i mean very. there's nothing he wanted more than this, he's gonna make the best of this hopefully for the both of you

tell him once that it's okay to touch you and you'll never have to tell him again

he's always so desperate, like he was drowning and you were the very air he breathes. he kisses hard and with a lot of emotion, and his hands will cluth at you like his life depends on it

despite not being much on the dominant side, he will somehow always have you pushed up to the nearest surface during make-out sessions. he's stronger than he looks and he just pushes himself up against you so much that at some point you have to lean on a solid surface. it's like he tries to merge you two into one

gets hard quickly, so even if that wasn't your intention, you still get it! at first it's embarassing, but it's very easy to show him how much you don't mind ;)

he's generally vocal and this is no different. he whines. a lot. and who doesn't want a grown man whining into your mouth like a touch-starved puppy?? and he shivers a lot, it's like he's positively vibrating under your fingertips whenever you're close

loves it when you touch him back. it doesn't matter where, he wants your hands everywhere. pulling at his hair, squeezing his cheeks, grabbing at his sides, his ass, his back, everywhere. he'd do anything to keep your hands on him

also, once he gets comfortable, he's not-so-hesitant to initiate and take over control. not a Big Dom™ this guy (obviously) but he will gladly snatch you right into his lap and press your body to his as he kisses you breathless and clutches at your body all over

2022!Oswald make-out hcs:

oh honey, he's down. he's down down. he's in. paint him intrested. jesus fuck he loves it and he's not afraid to show it

and he's a ridiculously good kisser, too. he can get a bit too excited sometimes, trust me, but every time he gets sloppy, you know you're in for a good time

he has a generally dominating personality, he's confident in what he's doing, so don't be surprised if he sweeps you for a quick sesh every now and again. he loves it when you initiate it though, makes him feel loved and attractive

always has his hands on you. usually starts by pulling you in by your face or your waist, but boy do they love to travel. he knows you like the back of his hand, maps out every inch of you

pats and squeezes your ass a lot

a passionate kisser. he's so fucking into you it's not funny, and his kisses convey just that. you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger

usually starts out slow and very sensual, cradling your cheek, smiling with you into the kiss, but sometimes, he's in a frienzy. either you got him all riled up or he's stressed out of his mind, then he will pull out the big guns immediately. hard, long, passionate and breathtaking, with his hands grabbing at your waist and pulling you right up against him, holding the back of your head to keep you right where he wants to, all the rizz baby

and about stress - this is his favourite way to relax. your hands have this magical ability to immediately get rid of any tension in him. and you don't have to ever worry about him being too rough because of stress - he always make sure you're alright. unless you want him to be rough, of course

there isn't a word out there that could describe how much he actually loves when you sit on his lap. you're so close to him and he has access to all of you and your scent is everywhere around him. absolutely loves that

and you have no idea how funny you got him feeling inside. he's never had anyone interested him simply because of him, and suddenly you're here, kissing him all over and calling him handsome and your hands are positively squeezing his sides and dragging down the nape of his neck, he's in heaven. he's never felt needed and wanted like this before