#so true man. so true. you don't even know

[muntitled]

Playtime

Pairing: Nam-gyu x fem!reader

Summary: You weren't ready to kill anyone in Hide And Seek, thank God he's there to help

Warnings: Language, Blood, Gore, Violence, Religious Trauma, Murder, Mentions of Rape Dark Fic, Smut (+18, mdni), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub/Con, PiV, Rough Sex, Blood Play, Ingesting Bodily Fluids, Dom!Namgyu, Sub!Reader, Mutual Masturbation, Spitting, Dirty Talk

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

Nam-gyu could taste colours.

He's quite sure that if he jumped off a high enough ledge, he'd fly.

Ever since they entered the gameroom with its low ceiling and labrinth streets, he's been on a bender unlike any other. A bender he's struggling to enjoy in its entirety because something almost akin to a conscience has been niggling away at him ever since he ran into you during Hide and Seek.

He was straddling a corpse, playing in its blood while Myung-gi called for him to hurry up.

You'd run into the same alley. You and your frightened eyes and your red vest clean of blood. He'd been smiling but that's because his face couldn't conjure up any other expression even if he tried.

And he did try.

He tried stepping towards you. Only to show you how to properly hold that knife you carried with such uncertainty.

But you'd already fled.

He knew you didn't have it in you to kill anyone.

That's why he was doing this. He was a good boyfriend.

"I don't get why we can't just kill it" Myung-gi watches with displeased eyes as Nam-gyu drags the living body of a middle aged man through the

He's stalling their movements significantly trying to pull the man whose own legs have no use for him now. Nam-Gyu made sure they weren't working. He made sure the man could not run. But he also made sure the man wasn't dead.

Nam-gyu's still twitchy, from the pills and from all the blood. It could've been so easy to stick another knife inside a hot body- it would've been way more fun. But then he thought of you. Your wide eyed gaze. Your trembling hand around the whimsical dagger.

That's when he stopped himself. That's when he whispered, to the frightened old man in the blue vest, “I'm not gonna be the one to do it,”

He could've killed this man. He could have watched the knife sink right through his blue vest.

He giggles to himself. Thinking about those corpses and their doll-like eyes. Their comatose little bodies. The fear. The peace.

"Thing is," he's speaking without noticing he's speaking. Nam-gyu drags the man through the ground like he's lugging a sack of potatoes. Like they don't have 15 minutes left in the game.

The man is either infuriatingly heavy or Nam-gyu's too high- it's proving to be a Herculean task even with his two hands on the collar of the old man's shirt. Myung-gi doesnt slow down his very serious gait but he cranes his ear back. "I kinda... like," Nam-gyu giggles to himself, still trying to find the space between reason and hallucination, "I kinda fucked things with my girl when I-" he rolls his eyes, "killed that bitch Se-mi," he groans as he pulls the man closer to an already open door. A dead end. "So now I kinda have to make up for that. You're in love too, you get it."

"You dont know what love is," says Myung-gi and before Nam-gyu enters the dead end door he looks at the man, chest rising snd falling from all that heavy lefiting. "Why would you say something so hurtful- and so true?"

"Why are we stopping here-"

"Tonight I'm gonna need her." Nam-gyu says, kicking the metal door further open to reveal you cowering in the corner of a dimly lit room. Dragon flies are painted across the wall and yet you're crouched like a shy little beetle in the corner. Nam-gyu nearly stops himself from cooing.

"I get antsy at night." He says, turning back to Myung-gi who regards you with a pitiful gaze. "Im so sick of jerking off-"

"Stop talking."

"I needed to get her a gift." Nam-gyu gestures wildly at the old man he's lugged across the streets, the man with wild eyes and broken legs.

He drops the man's collar and the blue vest's head hits the ground with a loud thud.

Nam-gyu's already walking towards you in the corner.

"Here, babe, I've brought you a gift-"

You're out of it. Spiraling. Cradling your legs. Trying to tell yourself this was never supposed to be about hurting others. It was only supposed to be about surviving. And now, here you were, face-to-face with the very reason you're in these games anyway.

"What am I supposed to do with him, Nam-gyu."

"Isn't it obvious?" He crouches down in front of you. Over Nam-gyu's shoulder, you notice his accomplice, player 333 looking immeasurably ill.

"Kill him, silly," as soon as Nam-gyu's words drop, Player 333 steps out of the room, murmuring lowly under his breath. Soon its just you, an old man pleading for his life and Nam-gyu.

You're shaking your head when your eyes meet that of the man you're supposed to kill.

Round.

Wide.

His fight or flight activated and going crazy. Someone who's prepared themselves for their own impromptu death.

Nam-gyu, still crouching in front of you, drags your face back to him by the tip of his finger.

He's blood soaked and crazy but familiar. His presence grounds you.

"I'd rather they gun me down-" the words dont leave your mouth before hes clamping your mouth shut with his hand. His mood is like a switch. Gone is his smile.

"Dont do that." He says, "babe, don't do that- I fucking killed that bitch, Se-mi, now you wanna suffer the same fate?"

Your words are muffled through his mouth but your tears spill over his hands "We're all going to hell anywayI-" your mind is flooded with Bible verses. Church sermons. All of them from your childhood. All of them condemning you. They're kickstarting a wave of panic and regret and shame and you're falling. You're drowning.

"Babe," he cradles your face once more, his thumbs drifting over yojr tear streaked cheeks, "Hell? We're already here. This is it, okay? I'm just gonna need you to be a big girl and do this one big thing for me." You look over his shoulder and you see the man's eyes, pleading. He could've tried to crawl to the door. He could've tried. But he's smart enough to know when he's right between the predator's jaws."

"What did you have out there, Princess? Hm?" Nam-gyu's still cradling your face like a baby. His bloodshot eyes are still gazing down at you like you hung the moon. His hands are trembling and he's leaving blood on your cheeks but you listen.

"A junkie boyfriend who left me in crippling debt?" You ask,

"Ok, I deserved that-"

You've avoided Nam-gyu since the lights out massacre. Since he lost himself to this place. And now, here you were, needing reassurance from the worst possible voice of reason. His eyes tracked your movements ever since hide and seek began. It was almost like a mirror of when you two were dating outside the games. The only difference is, he had been the liability then, with the shifty eyes, you'd save him...

This time he promised he'd save you.

"But you forgot something," he leans in closer until his lips graze your ear. For once you're feeling something other than fear. Other than existential doom. When he whispers his next words, gone is all hope for your humanity.

"That asshole who raped you," his voice is gentle, "Made you loose your job? I killed him."

Your brows furrow and you try to pull back but he's smelling your hair now, patting down on your braids like you mean something to him. Like you're a thing he's enjoying playing with.

"You what?"

"Yeah babe, you think I'd let him rape you and get you fired? I was a shit boyfriend, yes. But I loved you out there, and I love you in he-"

In between his words that resurrected all the ghosts of the outside world, everything that landed you in this hell in the first place, you'd detangled yourself from his limbs. By the time Nam-gyu finished his confession- about the disappearance of your boss right after you lost your job- your knife was already digging clean through the blue players vest, already unwrapping Nam-gyu's little present.

Just one kill and it saved you from yet another game.

You're out of it

Unable to look away.

The world is still.

The knife feels stable, like it's being held between two boulders.

You now know what it feels like to kill someone but before you can really drown in it, you hear his voice boom behind you

“Jesus fuck! That was so hot, did you see its eyes?!” He's pacing on unsteady feet across the room,” biting at his fingernails before crouching down beside you.

“Babe you need to see its eyes when you do it, that's the best part fuck-” you watch with wide eyes as something foreign overtakes Nam-gyu's entire being. You'd only seen him like this one other time. The lights out massacre. When he stabbed that girl over and over.

Now he's trying to open the eyelids of a corpse, as if you weren't sitting there.

“Fuck, he's already gone,” hes slapping at the corpses cheek but yku look down at your blood soaked hands bleeding heavily.

“It's okay,” he says, speaking louder than he needs to, “It's okay, Princess, we'll get another one-” You're about to protest but he's already standing up, dragging you off the floor in the process. His hands are cold and trembling in yours.

His lips are dry and warm as they pepper kisses all over your face.

“Which means-” more and more kisses- and maybe even a lick- “we have ro be really quick yeah?”

“Quick with what-”

He's already pulling his pants down far enough to pull himself out and your eyes widen as you step back. His pupils are blown. Two obsidian orbs, like the death in the room was another pill to him

“Y-You wanna have sex now?” You gesture wildly, “Here?”

He steps closer until he's completely made your personal space, his own. You turn your head away but he's breathing right against your cheek, plastering his body to you, “I need to fuck you,”

“Gyu-” he's twitchy and his words are slurred, and he's grinding against you with the urgency of a desperate man.

“Please-” he pushes your hair away messily, kissing up the side of your neck, “Play with me just for a bit, hm? Look at how pretty you look with all that blood on you-fuck-” he chuckles lowly, bringing your hand down until you're wrapping it around his exposed cock. “I nearly came watching you do it…” he whispers, squeezing your hand around his cock, “C'mon there's no one here…”

“There's a corpse right there-”

“He's not here anymore.” he's stroking himself using your hand. A part of you wishes you'd be more disgusted. A part of you wishes your moral code was still intact. But the body betrays. And right now your cunt is leaking while your boyfriend with his wild eyes jerks himself off with your hand, as if you were an object. “C'mon, please,”

You're not even sure why his asking anymore. His other hand is already mapping out the contours of your hips, already slipping under your shirt to paw at your breasts

You gasp when he pushes himself between your legs humping frantically against you as he pebbles your nipple between his thumb and index.

“Need it so bad, Princess, please,”

Your hand around his cock isn't even moving anymore, his hips are pushing forward in an act that has your mind slipping.

“I could fuck you like this,” he mumbles, “-without actually fucking you…”

You moan out loud, back arching off the wall, “I swear I'd cum,” he says, “That's how bad I want it-”

“Are you… Nam-gyu are you high?” You try to grapple onto reason with both hands because you were sinking fast. Your eyes were heavy lidded and you were jerking him off now on your own accord.

“Mm, and horny, babe I need it. Don't tell me you don't need it-”

“He spits on his hand before making it disappear through the waistband of your sweats-”

“Jesus this pussy-” in your hand, his cock twitches, right when his cold fingers make contact with your cunt, slick with its own arousal.

“Y-You're disgusting-” you try to say. As if your hips weren't rolling against his hand, as if you didn't drag your hand up and down the length of his shaft.

“Only for you-” his eyes roll back, “I'll be whatever you want me to be,” he says before dipping down to whisper. “I'd live inside you if I could-” That alone has your mind descending further and further into this pit of hellfire you're both swimming in.

“That's it,” his hand rubs circles around your clit. Fast, demanding circles that have you wincing, “Your pussy wants me so bad. You want me so bad I’m- fuck-” Its like he’s not talking to you and that alone makes you delirious.

“Gonna let me cum inside?”

Right when you're on the edge of it all, right when your about to cum, it stops. He's pulling your pants down- slotting himself messily between his legs before he brings his hand under your mouth.

“Spit.” He says, “Spit for me baby quickly.”

You do.

And when he uses it to lube up his cock your head hollows itself of all reason. You need him just as badly and soon, you're bucking upwards, guiding his cock in.

Through the slightly open door, your heart screams. Helpless, violent screams, and for a moment you delude yourself into believing you really have died and gone to hell.

But now the head of his cock is slicing right through you. He stabs you with it, slamming himself in until he's fully sheathed inside you. Your hand paws at his back. You wish he was shirtless so you can sink your nails into his back. Bring him closer. Until you've consumed him whole.

“You're pussy's so good- fuck. Between this, and the pills… Don't know which is better, baby-” he's already fucjing you at a quick and desperate pace against the wall. He lifts your leg up by hooking a hand under your thigh, only slotting himself in deeper.

With his other hand, he lifts the knife up. He lets it glint under the fluorescents. He lets you see it

“I could hurt you too.”

There's no rule that says I can't. I could make you all pretty with your eyes all empty. He presses the knife to the side of the neck as he fucks you, his eyes keenly zeroed in on your hot, sweating dark skin against the pointed tip. His cock oozes precum inside you.

“But your eyes are already pretty, yeah? My pretty baby

“Gyu- I'm gonna cum-”

“Fuck-”

He tilts the knife a little too deep, until a single bead of crimson dots your throat. You don't notice but he does.

“Im gonna cum inside you,” he says, fucking you harder against the wall. You nod, and when he dips his head between your neck to lick that bead of your blood, you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Wanna taste you, your pussy, your skin, your blood- fuck-”

He's shooting his load inside you as he spews his unholy vitriol. It fills and then it spills and you're creaming around him as you slip into your own orgasm. It muddies your head and you cry out clutching at him like you want him completely inside you..

The door opens.

A blue vest, stops and stares at you two with wide eyes, before shuffling out.

You're both breathing heavily, both on a high that feels impossible to come down from. He's tracing patterns with the knife on your skin and you know next time he cuts you it won't be an accident.

[riotgurlll]

Chance (From Date Everything) Headcannons... NSFW

Okay so I'm obsessed with DE as well as Chance, And i've seen SO little material for this cutie so I'm taking it into my own hands.

TW: NSFW content, aka explicit material, spelling and grammar errors probably, plz be warned and lmk if I missed anything.

Contents/Mentions: Dom/Sub dynamic, Roleplay, depictions of male genitalia, mentions non-monogamy, gender neutral/afab or amab inclusive

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-Chance is a nerd. A dork, if you will. Did you see how excited he was when you indulged in his interest in GnG? The way his pretty brown eyes lit up when you expressed that you'd be interested in joining a session of his? He's such a sweetheart.. The more you visited him, the more he felt himself growing fonder and fonder of you. The way you went along with his stories, listened to him ramble on about the subject in it's entirety- gods, everything about you was just so perfect...

-He'd be a liar if he said you didn't turn him on.

-Chance may be a dork, but that doesn't stop him from teasing you- in his own cute and cheesy way, sometimes. Take things from the character sheets, to the other sheets? Say less! If chance is sure that you're interested in him, he's not afraid of making some flirty remarks.. clearly.

-He's a switch, 100%. Sometimes, when you two are playing a game and you're heavily debating you options, or he's watching you as you write about or draw your character, he can't help but admire your features. His mind drifts to... other things, as well. He just can't help it! You're so... alluring. The way your clothes fit your body- whether they're tight or baggy, doesn't go un-noticed by him. It's not uncommon for him to compliment you openly, simply- because deep down? He knows you love it when he does.

He can't help but imagine taking control over you- to show you how grateful he is that you spend so much time with him.. He'd quietly tell you sweet nothings, praising you for your kindness and creativity. He'll stroke your hair gently, holding it back for you to it doesn't fall in front of your face while bends you over and fucks you on your desk. You can't help but feel flustered... Poor Dasha! Mac too... But let's be honest, Mac has seen all the fanfiction you've read on your nerdy crushes, so they aren't surprised. And Dasha? Honestly probably rooting for Chance in her head. She's... so proud...! (sniffle)

But alas, there really is no true privacy in the house, and honestly, we all know not a single object in that damn house objects to seeing you that way. (haha. get it. objects. ha..)

But what if you were to get on top of him? Even if things started out with him having more control, he'd fall apart. Can you blame him? Seeing you bouncing on him like that is literally one of the hottest things you could do, like... ever. He'd be letting out all sorts of noises- whimpers, moans. I just KNOW he would get all whiny when he gets close, for sure. Feeling you clench around him drives him insane... Don't even get him started on the view.

-Speaking of, I think he's vocal ALL the way. Moans, Whimpers, whines, it doesn't matter. Personally, he hates the whole idea that men should be quiet during intimacy- why would he hide his pleasure from you? He wants you to know. He wants you to know how your beautiful self makes him feel. He'll talk you through it too, his voice getting all soft and low while he fucks himself into you. Chefs kiss, fr. Expect to here "yeah?" from this man. Especially if you're into it, cuz he knows full well what that'll do to you. He'll have the audacity to ask you if you feel good while you're cock drunk.. like mf? Obviously????

-Definitely into praise, both giving and receiving. He'll tell you how good you feel, how pretty/handsome you are.. He'll go on and on about how you're perfect for him, about how he fits inside you just right. He'll tell you that all he want's is to make you feel good, just like how you make him feel.

And if you praise him? That's a quick way to get him into a submissive space reeeeaaaal quick. Something about hearing you compliment him, tell him he's doing so good? He'll fold immediately. Tell him he's pretty- he'll whimper with no hesitation as he rests his head against whatever part of your body is closest to him. Your stomach, crook of your neck- forehead, he's down bad. BAD bad.

-Biceps. this doesn't have to be NSFW, but if you're like me, it is. iykyk.

-^^^ Okayyy, I'll expand upon this... I think he's both buff and chubby at the same time- I mean, look at him. He probably works out just so he can look like an OC of his or something, but who gives a fuck. He's strong, and soft. I just know this man gives the best hugs, don't even fucking play w me rn. Imagine him hugging you close while he fucks himself up into you? Yeah. Yeah. I don't need to say anything else about this.

-He's a solid 4.5 when he's soft- and now I know some of ya'll think that's tiny but it really isn't. Regardless, he's a grower anyways. When he gets hard, he's around 6 inches. I don't think he's circumsized though in all honesty. I just know this mans tip is sensitive. Chance is also thick, like serious girth here. You know those mini sized soda cans? That's probably the closest thing I can compare it to. I'm thinking his base is #f5ae8a- (Yeah. we're getting specific). His tip is probably around a #fb9888 color.

His cock is def curved too- upwards, to the left. It's so heavy that it has to lean one way anyways.

-OKAY. Imma state the obvious here. CLEARLY this man is into roleplaying in the sheets. It's cannon bruh. Now, this can be a spectrum- And if roleplay in bed isn't your thing, he won't force it on you whatsoever. It's not something he requires sexually.

However, if you are into it, he's happy. It doesn't even have to be some elaborate scenario. Cosplay as one of your GnG characters? He's sat. Or just cosplay in general- Put on a Tifa Lockhart (FROM THE LATER GAMES.) fit if you're fem leaning, he's acting like a damn dog. It doesn't have to be a fantasy outfit, it could be any reasonable character, he doesn't give a PISS. Going to a Renaissance festival with friends? Better see him while you're in that outfit cuz he's gonna be all over you. He's a nerd, he can't help it.

-Two man w Parker?- OOP??? Who said that... guys.... oh my gosh...

-When it comes to oral, of COURSE he loves giving. He would eyp or syd for hours if u could take it, that's just the truth- but he does have a guilty pleasure for receiving. Watching you go down on him is literally a dream come true. He'll be grabbing your hair, fucking up into your mouth, all while sounding like a damn porno above you.

"Just like that.." "Please, don't stop.." "y'feel so good...-"

-He'd call you nicknames for sure. Beautiful, Handsome, Honey, Love, Sweetheart- anything,really. And he'd love to hear you call him those things too. Could definitely get behind sir and ma'am in a roleplay scenario.

-Honestly a thigh/ass guy. Phatty or nah, he doesn't give a fffFFFFUCK. Wrap those damn legs around him- crush his head, do whatever. And you best believe he looooves hitting it from the back. He'll grab onto your hips like he needs it to live.

-He doesn't care what you look like, but I feel like he would have a sweet spot for chubby people. Def the type of guy to say there's "more to love". He loves a tummy.

-Sit on that mans face. He loves that shit SOOO much. And no, don't hover either, he'll grab you and make you sit if he has to- he's not playing.

-He'd also love to see you lingerie. Put on something dark red and lacey, he'll be on his knees unwrapping you like a present in seconds. He'll press kisses all over you, down your stomach, your thighs, chest, neck- he can't get enough of you.

-Chance would love it if you grinded on his thigh while he was doing something- maybe updating a character sheet, taking notes for a storyline while also having a hand on your hip/ass as he helped you rut your hips against his strong leg. Occasionally, he'll press kisses to your lips and jaw before getting back to work.

-He loves his hands. He loves running them all over your body in places you like and allow him to. He loves being about to grope at your body, being able to hold you, move you at his will. He's got big hands too, no doubt. Big, strong hands with thick fingers that feel amazing inside of you, or wrapped around you.

-Would mumble "Holy crit" During it. Don't lie to urself, he would. That man will be giving you the most dubious back shots in centuries and you'll hear him whisper it under his breath.

-If you were to tease him, he'd definitely get all blushy. he's so cute!!! He'd get all stuttery, probably avoid eye contact. Just because he's more confident than he may seem doesn't mean you can't make him flustered, and TRUST me, it's easy to make him flustered- if it's coming from you, of course.

-Not smutty or nsfw but I headcannon him to have HELLA tattoos up and down both his arms. I know he already has one on the underside of his forearm, but I'm talking SLEEVES.

-Check ups every now and then. You guys have a safe word too- which just so happens to be Gargoyle.

-Aftercare is sooo important to him. He'll be sure to clean you up gently, get you some water, a snack if you need it. He'll cuddle with you, run his hands through your hair- whatever you need, you have it. And it's the other way around, if you're domming him, make sure you take care of this man. It makes him feel so loved and cared for- if you brush him off, then he just feels tossed around and used.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

The Heart of a True Believer: Chapter One

➾In Which: Neverland is dying and you, my dear, are the only way it can survive.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

Star's Fairytale July

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, 40's fantasy au, dub-con, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: peter pan hongjoong !!!! a spin on "( Return to ) Neverland", loosely inspired by "Once Upon A Time", heavy fantasy elements: pixie dust can make people fly, magical island - things don't age + weather in tune with hj's emotions, shadows act separately from bodies, hj has unspecified magic powers, fantasy drug use + tripping balls HARD. reader is wendy's daughter, talk of arranged marriage + period accurate stereotypes of women (briefly), kidnapping but it's chill (reader is okay with it when she realizes what's happened), featuring lost boys!ateez, something is off...

➯a/n: AAAAAAAAH- calm down omg 😮‍💨 kkkkk are we even a little bit surprised that this turned into a multi-parter ? hongjoong is my bias, Return to Neverland is my all time favorite movie- i can't help myself okay !!? no smut this chapter but when it happens it's gonna be freak nasty anywayyyy enjoy <33

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Your mother always told you stories.

Of a place called Neverland.

A beautiful island with blue seas and bright skies and green grass. A place where there was only one rule — never grow up.

Even as you did, unfortunately, have to grow older; you clung to those stories. You think of them, to this very day.

Your mother told them like she was there. She was either an incredibly talented story teller — or she was there when Captain Hook was almost swallowed by a crocodile.

And she wasn't very good at telling other stories. They only felt real when she spoke of Neverland.

Maybe it's just a way to hold onto your childhood, but you do find yourself truly believing in all of the fantastical tales she told you about Neverland. Before you realize that's ridiculous.

Kim Hongjoong isn't real and people don't fly.

But... it's always fun to imagine, you suppose.

What it would be like to meet the same Lost Boys you've heard a hundred stories about. How it would feel to be sprinkled in Fairy Dust. How it might feel to fly.

You scoff to yourself as you find your mind wandering towards Neverland again, so much so that you've been standing still as you're meant to be packing.

It must be so beautiful. Your mother spoke so fondly of it.

It would be so different to what you know. Dull colors and a life of never ending work to stay afloat. A life of being told what to do, who to do it with.

"You're daydreaming again," your younger brother says from the doorway.

"And what of it?" You sigh, quickly folding up the shirt in your hands.

"You need to stop," he shrugs, like it's obvious, "what if you zoned out while watching your children?"

"Who says I am having children?"

"Your new husband, I would think."

A stalemate. You turn on your heel quickly and glare at him.

You used to be so close. You used to play and share stories and you have saved each other from trouble more times than you could count.

But he grew up. You are still a girl at heart, and he is a man. And men in this society — you do not care for them. Even if it happens to be a man made from a boy you once close with.

"I have said a million times, Danny-"

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes, dismissing you, "you don't want kids. You need to grow up, (Y/n)."

You storm towards him, poking his chest and searching for the words to express how you feel in a way he might understand. But, you think you finally realize, he never will understand.

"Ugh!" You groan, shoving him out of the way and slamming your door.

You can't help it. You yourself are a child at heart, and everyone expects you to be a mother? They want you to grow up?

You never want to grow up.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You had went to sleep after hours of fantasizing, wishing. In your bed, you roll over — only for your cheek to meet something that feels like sand. Water laps at your feet, soaking your socks and the bottom of your long nightgown.

You open your eyes quickly, coming face to face with the granulated Earth, sunlight blinding you before you bring your hand over your eyes. "What the fuck..." You whisper to yourself as you roll onto your knees.

A branch snaps in the tree line not too far away; but you're too frazzled to notice it as you place both your hand in the sand and pick up two handfuls; letting it slip between your fingers as you stare at it in disbelief.

"What the fuck?!" You yell this time as you scramble to your feet, stumbling. You look around frantically.

For what, you aren't sure. But you find a short beach on one side of you before it quickly turns into dense forest, and an endless dark ocean on your other. The sky bright blue and cloudless.

You fall right back down in shock, eyes wide as you look into the ocean. The ocean that you live nowhere near.

"Did-" The voice that comes from behind you makes you scream, turning around quickly and scooting away from the source; backing into the water.

"Oh, god! I'm sorry!" The young man backs up as well, putting a good amount of space between you.

He's tall, light blue hair, brown eyes — your eyes flick back to his hair. Blue? Who in the world has blue hair? You continue to scan him quickly; your heart stopping when you see the sheathed dagger on his loose leather belt.

"Hey," he says softly, raising his hands slowly as he sees your panicked state, "I'm not going to hurt you..."

"Where are we?" You demand to know with a wavering voice, shivering as the cold ocean water seeps into your skin; the entire bottom half of your sleep dress soaked.

"We are on-" He tilts his head. Recognition in his eyes as he inspects you just as you did to him. His arms fall to his sides. "Wendy?"

You back further into the water as he steps closer, soft shock written on his face. You sink in the sand slightly, pushing yourself up as you glare at him. "Who are you?" How do you know my mother? Is another question you want to ask. And how are you mistaking me for her?

The stranger turns to tree line, yelling, "It's Wendy! Wendy is back!"

Your jaw drops as three other young men appear from various spots among the trees swiftly — almost like... they're excited.

Who are these people? How do they know your mom? Where the fuck are you?

Those, and a million more questions run through your mind as you try to take in the frenzy of activity.

"Wendy?!" One of them drops from a branch, hanging upside down on his legs. "No way!" The fake rabbit ears attached to his hat flop as he swings; falling upright onto his feet.

"How? You left forever ago!" Another runs up quickly: curly hair bouncing with his movements, the quiver of arrows on his back doing the same.

The last one is silent as he follows them — but there's a flick of joy in his eyes. Blond hair all messy.

But you don't have time to think about any of that before the men are bombarding you with questions.

How did you get back here? How's John? How's Micheal? What's going on in the world? Did you get their messages from the shadows? How old are you now? Do you forgive-

"Stop it!" You scream as tears start slipping past your waterline. Completely and utterly overwhelmed, scared.

"Jeez, Wendy!" The one with the rabbit ears says, "we're just excited to see you! It's been so long... You grew up a bit." He looks a bit sad at the fact that 'you' are no longer how he remembers. "We've missed you so much- oh, we need to tell the others! Hon-"

"That's not Wendy..." The blond pouts, inspecting you closer. Kneeling in the water with you, he picks up your arm even as you flinch. "Her scar isn't there."

Her scar. You remember it quite clearly. She said she had got it when she was trying to learn how to sword fight with San in Neverla—

You look between them again.

'And Yunho had the most colorful hair! Blue as the sky, it was so beautiful.' The blue haired man looks down at you with his eyebrows pinching together.

'-that's when Seonghwa came swinging from the trees! His bunny ears moved with him like they were apart of him-' He tilts his head, and the bunny ears go with him.

'Yeosangie... ah, he was such a talented archer. He had such adorable curls in his hair.' The curly haired man looks down at you, as confused as the rest of them.

'My favorite Lost Boy? Oh, you know I could never choose~ ... I have to? Well, I suppose it would have been San. He gave me this scar here, you see? And then he felt so bad he gave himself one to match.'

"No. No way," you grab the blond man's wrist quickly and shove his sleeve up. Sure enough — there is a scar that matches the one your mother had.

You stand up quickly, all of the men backing up. You turn in a circle, taking in the island again. "Is... Are we on Neverland?"

They all hesitate; looking between one another. "If you aren't Wendy," the man you think must be Jeong Yunho asks slowly, "who are you?"

"I'm her daughter!" You laugh, disbelief in your eyes as you look all over the place, rambling. "Oh, goodness! My mom told me all kinds of stories about this place, about- about you guys! I knew it was real, I knew it had to be- everyone said she was crazy but I believed her! Her brothers too, I knew they remembered something, they looked too fond when she spoke of you all-"

The men watch you, dumbstruck. "Daughter?" San and Yeosang ask together.

"Yeah!" You turn back to them with a smile, but it quickly falls when you see their mistrust.

"How could Wendy have a daughter as old as you are?" Seonghwa pouts down at the sand, "has she really been gone that long?"

"She really grew up." San realizes, sadly, as he looks at you closely again. "You look just like her, too- how I thought she would, anyway..."

"I don't believe you," Yunho shakes his head, "no. Wendy would never be so grown up to have a kid! She can't possibly have been away that long!"

"She left Neverland more than forty years ago," you say, like it's obvious. It is to you. "She had two kids, actually."

But time moves differently on Neverland. To them, it only feels like a handful of years since they've seen your mother. "Forty-" Yeosang stutters, backing up to sit on the dry sand as shock washes over him.

Yunho quickly follows, practically falling beside him. San stays kneeled in the water beside you, and Seonghwa stands completely still.

"H-" The words die on the bunny hatted man's tongue, and he stares at you in puzzlement. "Are you really? Wendy's daughter?"

"Mhm."

"No way." He turns around, waving his hand, "absolute-"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"-ly no way!" Mingi yells in bewilderment, grabbing you by your jaw the second you enter their camp; practically pressing his nose to your face as he looks at you. "You're telling me that's not Wendy?!" He backs up, crossing his arms over his chest.

The rest of the Lost Boys are here, too. Gathered around a fire lit curtesy of Seonghwa to help you and San dry off.

Yeosang ran ahead of you all and explained to them with a simple 'don't freak out'.

They are indeed freaking out.

Jongho has his hands over his face, peeking between his fingers. Wooyoung is quiet, chewing on his thumbnail. Seonghwa, San, and Yunho are still in shock from walking with you, having been staring at you the whole time. Yeosang seems to be handling it best. Mingi, the worst.

"This is a trick!" Mingi falls to sit next to Jongho on a log, sighing dramatically, "a trick from Hook!"

"Hook can't use magic..." Wooyoung reasons, "how could he do such a trick?"

"It's not a trick," San shakes his head. "She is really Wendy's daughter, she told us all about her. Things Hook would never know."

"How is Wendy?" Seonghwa asks with something soft in his eyes as he looks up at you from his seat across the fire.

"Oh..." You hesitate. Based on their excitement when they thought you were her, they really cared about your mother. She went naturally, but that would still be heard to hear — that the twelve year old girl you once cared for grew up, had an entire life, and passed away all in what felt like a few years to you.

His face drops for a second, as if he can tell just by your pause. Before he can really ask, though —

"Hongjoong will be so happy," Yeosang smiles a bit, "he can finally st-"

Wooyoung tackles him, shoving his hand over his mouth. "Ah! No!"

You tilt your head as you look towards them, "what's that about?" You ask Seonghwa, turning back to him and jumping as you see a shadowy figure lowering itself behind him.

He doesn't flinch, though, he's used to the shadow. He looks up to it, meeting its stark white eyes. "Did you do this?" He points to you.

It nods.

"Was it Hongjoongs bidding?"

Hongjoong; you had almost forgotten about the leader of the Lost Boys. You wonder where he might be.

It shakes its head. You yelp as it quickly fades through him and towards you, pointing at your heart.

Everyone is quiet now.

"Return." Seonghwa snaps his fingers, and the shadow flies up into the trees. He looks down at his feet.

"Wh-" You breathe as you watch it disappear, "what was that?"

"That was Hongjoong's shadow," Yunho hums while he passes you a wooden cup, something warm and steaming inside of it, "didn't she tell you about that?" He can see why not.

"No, she didn't."

"All of our shadows act like that... Going outside of our bodies, I mean," Yeosang offers with a shrug, having pushed Wooyoung off of him.

An unintelligible yell comes from somewhere in the distance. You all turn towards it. "I suppose his shadow has informed him-" Jongho's whispering is cut off when a rush of wind cuts into the clearing; carrying along with it Kim Hongjoong.

He floats much like his shadow did, for a moment, as he stares at you with wide eyes. He falls, stumbling on his feet. The sunlight is replaced with clouds quickly. Thunder rumbles overhead. A bolt of lightning strikes within the camp; frightening you into Sans side.

"Hongjoong," Seonghwa stands up quickly, placing a hand on the shorter man's shoulder, "it is not her. Wendy has a daug-"

Hongjoong doesn't hear a thing he says, pointing at you with misplaced anger as he yells, "I told you never to return! Why have you come here?"

You turn into Sans chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Frightened of the man who you know has the powers to hurt you without ever laying a hand on you.

He and your mother must have had a falling out when she left Neverland as a child.

"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa yells, "that is not Wendy!" His head snaps to him, fury clear on his face. "That is Wendy's daughter! Your shadow brought her..." He whispers more to the man, but you don't hear it; especially because San places a hand over your head comfortingly.

"Oh, wow," his shoulders slump. Relieved. More than relieved. Then he realizes what he's done, "oh! I'm so sorry, I-" He sighs, looking to Seonghwa for help.

"Your mother didn't leave Neverland on the best of terms," he says slowly, "did she tell you?"

She never did. She always changed the subject. You shake your head.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"I am sorry again," Hongjoong says as he enters the quiet room.

In one of the small tents, Seonghwa's you think; given the different rabbit hats strewn about, you take shelter from the drizzling rain.

Hongjoong asked for a moment alone. You hesitated, but given that everyone was a literal shout away in the crowded camp; you gave in.

"You frightened me," you say back, picking at your socks as you sit in the corner, never meeting his eyes. Your mother spoke so softly of him, painted a picture of a man almost entirely different to what you witnessed. He looked ready to sic his shadow on you or strike you down with some painful magic.

He slowly lowers himself to sit in front of you. "You look exactly like her..." He pouts as he takes a good look at you, "she really broke my heart. Not- not like that, but," he shrugs, "still."

"How?"

"She left." He utters, "she grew up. She broke our one rule. And she took John and Micheal with her."

It's more than that. You can tell. "Why, uhm, why did she leave, actually? She only ever told good stories of you, she loved it here."

He leans his hand in his palm as he stares at you. Calculating, and it turns softer when you finally look at him. "I think... she just wanted to grow up. Neverland isn't for everyone. But," he leans forward a bit, "my shadow tells me you don't want to grow up."

Confusion flickers in your eyes. His shadow told him that? How does it even know?

"Is that true?" He asks, looking hopeful. His dark eyes shine in the lanterns glow, his red hair casting a shadow over his face. A bit of thunder rumbles outside. "You don't want to grow up anymore?"

You think for a moment. The thunder crashes. The rain comes down harder as he searches your face for any clues to what you're thinking.

You don't want to. You would dread returning home. To an arranged marriage and a life of being forced to be someone you aren't.

"No, I don't."

He smiles, wide. "Yeah!" He cheers, standing up quickly and clapping as he spins, "that's what I like to hear! Come on!" He grabs you up by your hand as you stumble, leading you back out to the clearing.

"Woah! Wh-" You stutter as you look up to the clear sky through the gaps in the dripping leaves. Hadn't it just been storming?

"Lost Boys! Fall in!"

The others emerge quickly from the other tents, wide eyes and buzzing with hardly contained curiosity as to what you've talked about.

Hongjoong stands behind you, grabbing your shoulders, "will you tell me again, is it true you never want to grow older?"

A bit unnerved, you nod, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Never ever? Once you become a Lost B- a Lost Girl," he corrects himself with a grin, "you cannot leave Neverland. Your mother was never officially a Lost Girl, and your uncles never Lost Boys. You will not be able to leave like they did. You will remain on Neverland."

The Lost Boys watch closely from their line-up. San shifts on his feet as if he's nervous.

"I don't want to leave," you say before you can think anymore about it. "I don't want to be a grown up anymore."

His grin broadens. "Perfect," he giggles, grabbing either side of your head before kissing the top of it. "The very first Lost Girl."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"-saying is it not better to wait because of that?" San's voice catches your attention as Yeosang and Jongho show you the encyclopedia of all the different kinds of plants native to the island; keeping you busy in awe as the others hurry around you to prepare — well... exactly what they're preparing, you're unsure of.

You look over to his voice, watching him chase after Hongjoong; who dismisses him quickly. "No."

"Hongjoong-"

"We waited last time and look what happened! No, s-" His voice gets further away, and Jongho masks what he says entirely as he starts bickering with Yeosang about how he spelled something in the book wrong.

You look back to it as Yeosang argues back that it doesn't have a correct spelling — that they made up the name to begin with.

It's starting to feel more comfortable on Neverland now the initial chaos has passed.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The sun sets slowly and makes way for nighttime on Neverland, darkness falling over the camp and shadows dancing within the flickering light of the fire.

You sit on the Earth in front of the flames, watching as Hongjoong goes around and hands a berry to each of the Lost Boys; who sit on the logs around the fire. He has two more left as he takes a seat next to you.

"It will make me see things?" You ask as he sets one of the berries in your palm.

It's got a soft luminescence to it, glowing gently onto your face. The silvery-blue color is unlike anything you've seen in nature before.

"If it does its job right," he smiles, looking around to the others, "we've all done it before, you have nothing to worry about. It's a right of passage to become a Lost Boy, and now for our first Lost Girl."

"And... it's safe?" You hum as you pinch the berry carefully between your fingers.

"Of course," Hongjoong shrugs, "totally harmless."

Wooyoung giggles a little bit, getting his shoulder shoved by San's with a quiet, "jackass."

"We'll all be doing it with you," Seonghwa leans and puts a hand on your shoulder comfortingly, "it's like... a family trip!"

"How does it feel?"

"You will probably get cold," Mingi speaks up quietly, the first time he's done so since Hongjoong returned. He's still in a little bit of shock, more than the rest. You remember your mother telling you that while the others always treated her like she was their age; Mingi always treated her like a little sister.

"And it will feel like you're floating!" Yeosang offers more enthusiastically.

"But sinking at the same time!" Jongho adds quickly.

"Floating, but sinking?" You ask with a small laugh, "how is that possible?"

Hongjoong lifts his hand to your lips, offering the berry he holds, "ready to find out?"

The Lost Boys watch intently as you open your mouth, letting the leader drop the glowing fruit onto your tongue; making you a Lost Girl. The first of your kind.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You felt as though you were sinking. Your muscles heavy, bones feeling dense.

But at the same time, you felt as if you were floating. Your stomach full with butterflies and your head light.

The berry had melted on your tongue nearly half an hour ago, the sweet flavor was so potent it almost made you gag. The others followed suit, just as they promised.

The effects hit Yunho first. He was just talking to Yeosang when he suddenly started giggling; going on to say that he looked like a tree elf with his fluffy hair. Yeosang followed, laughing with him as they both touched his hair in awe.

Jongho wasn't very fair behind, laying on his back next to you and a few others when he asked if you could all see the leaves breathing. Wooyoung, from his side, agreed.

You and San laid next to them, watching the leaves above you closely to see if you could tell what they meant. He hadn't left your side since you took the berry.

Mingi lays half asleep on a log, tracing patterns in the dirt and smiling as they appear to start moving on their own.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa sit a bit further away, their backs against mirroring trees. "Maybe she needs another," Hongjoong says as he bites his nail nervously, "it doesn't look like it's hit her yet."

"It will hit her. One berry is more than enough, we don't want her to get sick and throw it up." Seonghwa sighs as he looks away from you, kicking his foot against his lightly, "how do you feel?"

"Better already. I felt it when she arrived — my magic coming back, stronger."

"Perfect timing on your shadows behalf," he takes a steadying breath as he feels the psychedelic effects hitting him. The world looks a little bit blurry. "Seven times I've done this, and it never feels normal."

"For me either," Hongjoong tears his eyes away from you and looks to the slightly older man. "Do you think she will know? When she wakes up, will she feel it?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, shrugging, "it was different between all of us. Most of us couldn't tell, right? I didn't feel any different, even though I knew."

"I suppose," he leans his head back, his chest feeling a bit heavy as the berry soaks into his bloodstream. "Time will tell."

Not a lot of time, it seems. A few minutes later — it hits you.

You're the last one to feel it. And when you do, still laid on your back next to San; you look over to him.

"Can you hear that?" You ask, calling the others attention. Hongjoong stands up quickly, wobbling on his legs. Falling onto his knees next to your head, he puts a palm on your cheek and turns your head back to him.

Your irises are swallowed up in the darkness of your pupil. He smiles.

Yeah, one berry was definitely enough.

"Do you hear it?" You ask him directly, staring up at him with slightly wide eyes.

San leans up on his elbows, looking down at you. "What?"

"The air."

The rest of them still, listening closely. Wooyoung is the first to break, cackling, "oh! I do!"

Activity breaks out in the camp as you disperse slowly, all feeling the effects separately; but doing so together. It's kind of nice, you think.

San never leaves your side. Hongjoong has joined him in keeping you company.

You sit with your back against one of the logs near the fire, watching in awe with your jaw dropped as he places a few pebbles in your palm before making them float. San smiles at the sound of your laughter. It sounds like your Uncle John's. He remembers it clearly.

Seonghwa joins eventually, sitting behind you on the log as you retell a story your mother shared. Your favorite, you tell them. When they had stolen Captain Hooks precious treasure and hid it in dead man's cave, sitting outside and giggling as they listened to Hook and his crew fight the living skeletons to get it back. They remember it. A good day full of trickery.

Hongjoong leans against your shoulder with a small smile. "We can make all kinds of stories like that," he hums, "now that you are a Lost Girl, we have eternity to have fun."

A shiver suddenly runs through your body, urging you to pull your legs to your chest as you lean back into Seonghwa's legs for warmth. He doesn't provide a lot of it, he's just as cold. But he places a hand on your head comfortingly.

"Are you starting to get cold?" Hongjoong inquires with a big smile when you nod.

San opens his eyes and looks over to you, something sad about him as he scans your face. "I'm sorry, Wendy," he whispers, making you a bit confused. You think that in his high, he must be mistaking you for your mother again. But, he's looking over your shoulder as he says, "I will try."

You and the older Lost Boys look to where he speaks, seeing nothing — no one.

"Hm," he yawns, rolling his head back to face the sky and taking your cold hand in his, "bye-bye."

"Strange guy, he is," Hongjoong brushes his behavior off before you can get too concerned. "Why don't you get some shut eye, too?"

"Yeah, I think-" You breathe out, shuddering, "that's a good idea."

"Goodnight, Lost Girl." You hear him say as your eyes droop closed.

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-> chapter two (coming soon)

[yuzukatanki]

Random thoughts on how noisy the LADS men are during "the deed" cus im a proud pervert; Part 1 Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier

18+ || nsfw so mdni || Switch+verse mc for Rafayel || All my personal headcanons so don't crucify me PLEASE lolol

♡  🍐 Zayne 🍐 ♡ 

Zayne is... quiet. Like always. But somehow, it doesn't bother you; it never brings up any anxieties of whether he's enjoying himself, whether he's unhappy. Whether you trace your hands across his chest, pulling that tie loose as you feel his breath hitch, when a shaky sigh escapes his lips as you leave a love bite on his neck, or even when he's the one who flips you over with a needy groan. It's the way his hands grip you tight, when his gaze is pinned on you as if you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, from the strong but hurried movement of his hands as he strips you, on to the hips that slam into you, everything unlike the typical composed behaviour of your beloved assures you. And sure, his sounds are subtle, quieter than you'd think, but they're still there. You can hear him gently groan at each thrust, hear him whisper small swears, a mumbled and dragged out "fuck" as he pushes in, small and repeated mutters about how beautiful you are, how gorgeous, perfect, his. And if you focus, you can hear the deep need and want in those words; the stuttered breaths as he reaches his peak make your core feel molten inside. And later, when you're all snuggled up in his arms, and you feel bold enough to ask why he's so quiet, with a playful tease accenting your words, you can see a beautiful flush across his face. How could such a "cold" man be so cute and shy? Well, "shy" until your next tryst, where he seems to make sure he dips his head low to make sure you hear just how good he's feeling.

♡  🫧 Rafayel 🫧 ♡ 

Rafayel is a well and true verse and switch. And loud. Sometimes, when you push him down and mark his neck and shoulders, he moans in short, sweet gasps that echo around the room. Sweet and short "Ah, ah, ah"'s all you can hear as you lick up the slender column of his neck, sometimes with stuttered and shaky "cutie pie"'s that adorably pitch up at the end as your teeth lightly sink into his pretty skin. As you drag your hands across his body, squeeze his cute bulge, Rafayel even whimpers. An adorable, needy and utterly delicious sound that makes you feel as feral as you know he can be. And god does he just get louder, so much so you feel a modicum of embarrassment if he ever stays over in your apartment. But on the other hand, when Rafayel is the one to pin you down or against the wall, he loves to make sure you hear all his sounds. As he slams his hips into you, he loves to come down, to talk to you, to tell you in stuttered sentences that end in shamelessly loud moans about how good you feel, who taught you to be so good and how he needs you. He gets louder, almost whinier as he gets closer and closer to cumming, head buried in your shoulder no matter whose topping, his sounds so loud in your ear you wonder if you're risking your hearing. Yet somehow, though he's not actually much quieter like this, even with your shoulder muffling the sound, it still feels like his words, his moans, his sounds are for your ears only, he wants you to know how good he feels, and sure, he can't control his volume, but it's all for you and only you.

♡ ✨ Xavier ✨ ♡

Xavier is normally quiet, in his sleepy way, but somehow, as he rams into you, he is one noisy bunny. Xavier is mumbling into your skin, whining into your ear, moaning hotly as he tries to, as it seems, bury himself into you. Even when his teeth sink in your thighs, your neck, your shoulder, you can feel his moans muffled by your skin. It's your fault though, he tried his best as you teased him, biting his lip as your hand traced up his cock. Sure his hips chased your touch, but his lips refused to let those sweet sounds out until you teased him just a bit too much, refusing to let him cum out of stubborness. Sure, Xavier is a sweet, sleepy bunny, but he's still a man. And right now, as he's grabbing you, pressing you down in revenge, he lets his complaints paint your skin. Xavier bites as he chides you for teasing him, he kisses the bitemarks as he tells you he loves you, and he pants heavily as he drives in deep. Yet, no matter how much he says, hot moans that seem to completely fill your head, he doesn't hesitate to remind you that the loudest sounds in the room are you. His words really are only eligible to you, the rest of the room is filled by you, by your moans and the sounds of your pretty body. And when you both collapse, Xavier pulls you close, head on his chest as you feel his breathing calm down, the panting turning into gentle breathes and peppered kisses all over your face. Sure, Xavier loved to tell you how loud you were before, but right now, even with his quiet whispers, you find his little, sweet nothings and rambles the only thing you want to listen to.

rlly small post on some of my random pervert thoughts cus uhhh im a pervert. Obviously. I'll try to finish a post for the other 2 in the next few days. I'm not super good at nsfw sigh... I struggled a lot with Xavier...

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - XAVIER'S Princess

"This cake slaps."

"You're just saying that because you made it."

"And I'm right!"

MC scoffs and shakes her head at you, before taking a bite of the cake you had made in her kitchen an hour ago. "Tell me why you wanted to use my kitchen again?"

You shurg, taking a small nibble of the cake you cut for yourself as you idly scroll through your phone. "I didn't have enough sugar, and you have enough to kill a grown man-"

"That's not true and you know it!"

"-So I thought, why not just do it here? And I don't want to hear you complain idiot, you're literally eating a third serving of the cake!"

Your twin rolls her eyes, and takes a big bite of her cake. "Meh meh meh."

A small knock on her door interrupts the two of you, and you let out a small sigh. "Probably the vanilla extract I ordered. I'll get it."

You walk to the door, pausing to quickly slap your sister's hand away as she tries to eat your cake. You tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and unlock the door to get your delivery.

. . .

What the fuck?

A familiar (to you at least) man is standing before you, a brown paper bag in his arms. "Oh, I'm sorry." He says, and holy fuck his voice was as beautiful as it was in game. "Is MC home? It seems she ordered something, so I asked the mailman to hand them over to me so I could give her."

'Is that even allowed?' Was your first thought, then you shook your head to refocus on Xavier's soft and curious eyes. "Yeah she's home, but those were my deliveries."

He blinked. "Oh. My apologies-"

"Oh hey Xavier." MC interrupts, peeking out from the kitchen to speak. "Come in! We have cake!"

You step aside to let the man walk in, then gently accept the bag from him. "Thank you." you murmur gently, then rush away from him so he wouldn't see your flustered expression.

Holy fuck he was hot!

You try to distract yourself as Xavier walks to the kitchen after you, moving to stand next to MC as she hands him some cake. "I didn't know you could bake." He says, taking a small bite of the treat. "Oh! It's delicious!"

"As much as I would love to gloat about how brilliant I am in baking, I didn't do it." MC gestures to you, "This is [Name], my sister. She made it."

You turn your head to glance at Xaiver as he gives you a small soft smile, "It's nice to meet you [Name], I'm Xavier. I work with your sister."

'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in!!!!!' "It's nice to meet you, too, Xavier." You grin, placing the vanilla extract away and walking back to the counter so you could sit as well. "So you're a hunter huh? You must be really strong then."

Xavier chuckles gently, and oh, if that smile didn't make your heart flutter. "I wouldn't say that. I'm just doing my duty in protecting everyone."

"Yay hunters!" You say, clapping your hands together. You glance at MC as she jokingly grumbles, "You don't say yay hunters for me."

"I'll never make you cake again."

"Forgive me great one, for I have sinned.'"

Xavier chuckles again, and the two of you glance at him. "You two are funny together." He says, and you quickly duck your head so you could silently squeal in your mind.

MC, you lucky girl. You lucky lucky girl!

"Hey, [Name], I just got an idea!" MC says, and you couldn't find it within yourself to not tease her. "You can think?"

"Hey! Anyways, are you free this Friday?"

You hum. "Yes? It's my day off."

"Xavier and I get a week off because of the recent wanderer attack. So, how about we all hang out this Friday at the cafe? I want to play Kitty Cards with you two!"

You blink. "Wait what-"

"Sounds like fun." Xavier nods, taking another bite of his cake. "What time should we meet up?"

"Wait a sec-"

"How about 5?"

"I can do that. Five it is."

'Good lord, please save me.' You silently scream, letting out an exhausted sigh.

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Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xavier | Rafayel | Sylus |

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[mari-starz-writing]

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SHES SO PRETTY GAHHHH

I love when people request from me, so you don't have to feel sorry.

Reader may be OOC since I wrote this when sleepy.

Mafioso x Eternal Sugar Cookie!killer!reader

・With you being quite powerful, manipulation skills and the ability to fulfill anyone's dreams within your domain, even Mafioso had been scared of you at first. You met him when him and his minions had accidentally entered, and you greeted him with a sweet, slightly sleepy smile on your face. He didn't ask for much, which surprised you, and left immediately. You thought about it almost all the time after that. Why didn't you stop him? Why did he leave so easily? Why didn't he ask for anything? You weren't feeling negative about it, unlike when most people left... After all, you had a feeling that you would meet him again one day.

・And that feeling you had was correct. You had been transported to the killer's cabin. When he saw you, he attempted to try and talk to you, wondering how the one who put him in that realm was inside of the purgatory as well. You didn't reveal much, but you certainly intrigued him. Your sleepy, calm voice with a hint of seduction... That elegant, fancy outfit in contrast to the place where you are currently... Your mysterious, sweet way of hiding your true self... He wanted to know the real you. Whether that gentle, flirty person he knew was or wasn't the same as they appear.

・How he confessed... Moreso how you confessed. Your head was in his lap as you took a nap, tired from the round of killing survivors before smiling and looking up at him. You chuckled softly, holding one of his hands to your chest as you spoke. "You, my dear, are quite the enticing man. I'd like to be by your side... As a lover." A pink tint had went over his nose and cheeks, but he cleared his throat before nodding, pulling your head up to give you a gentle kiss. You had tried to continue that nap once you were in an actual bed, but... How could you sleep after that?

・Mafioso most likely knew that you were feeling slightly embarrassed, despite your work of a personality. At that point, he knew you didn't get out much, and didn't have a lot of romantic experience, only giving it to others. But he did show you that he cared, even when busy, whether it be buying you fancy gifts, maybe spending some time with you on the porch or holding you close when cuddling (or vice versa by your decision), he'll always try his best to make sure it's give and take for you, not just give.

・After that stage of your relationship with Mafioso, you became the more dominant one in the relationship. When he came back to the cabin, you'd gently go behind him and put your hand on his cheek, praising his work. You'd start being the big spoon during cuddle sessions more often, with Mafioso getting to be so every week or two. While he still does a lot of things for you, he knows you enjoy spoiling him and making him happy... Despite the fact he can do it to both you and himself.

・Mafioso finds you absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. He'll spectate you as a killer, admiring your work. Luring the survivors, giving them both healing and a false sense of hope... All to kill them. Mafioso admires the gracefulness of your attacks, and how you turn something seen as horrifying and brutal (Which it is.) into an elegant work of art. At least in his eyes.

・(ANGST-COMFORT) When Mafioso had complimented how you gave those survivors a false sense of hope and how it was a wise idea, you were confused. When he explained how manipulating the survivors was a good move, the conversation had escalated into a bit of an argument. After a few hours, he finally tried to go talk to you, and knocked on your door. When he sat down, trying to understand your anger, you had explained how you just want those survivors to be happy, and killing them is a way for them to not feel anymore pain. He hugged you, rubbing your head as you sobbed, until you tell asleep.

・Dates between the two of you are always sweet. A bit expensive, but sweet. He'll take you out to a nice dinner, or go clothes shopping for the two of you. But if the date doesn't have money spent, then he'll take a long walk in the forest with you, occasionally picking a flower to put in your hair. But if you're the one planning the date, then you'll take him to the living room, laying his head on your chest and turning on a movie. You don't know many places due to being cooped up in your realm for so long. But, it's always quite comforting.

・Since you can get quite obsessive at times, Mafioso will have to remind you he wouldn't leave you for the world. Even with that, you can get quite jealous. Seeing him talk with Chance, maybe Guest 1337... It angers you. Whenever you get jealous, he'll take you to his room, letting you decide to be either the big or little spoon, and gently reassuring you, rubbing small circles on your arm and smiling softly.

・If you two were killing together, rest assured, all the survivors are most likely dead. You'd lull them to lose their guard (The admins and Guest 1337 are pretty hard to convince, though.) and Mafioso would come in and easily kill them. If either of you were stunned, the other would protect. When the survivors see that you and Mafioso are the current killers, they'll know they're probably dead.

I made this while having a cold. And also... Another new crackship. Eternal Mafia?

[mysteryshoptls]

Ortho Shroud Chat Lines

Same as the King of the Underworld.

Ortho: You're curious about my hair? It's made of flames, just like my brother's. Ortho: I hear it's the same as the King of the Underworld, too. Ortho: And his even turned red whenever he got angry! Ortho: My hair is managed by a program, so by changing the gas composition, I can make it any color I want. Ortho: Ehehe, it's so cool, don'tcha think～?

A Gamer's Soul

Ortho: Hey, Prefect, what sort of games do you like? We should play together sometime in my dorm. Ortho: We can play any type of game. Ortho: Even if my brother doesn't own the game, I'm pretty sure there'll be at least one person in the dorm who'll have it. Ortho: Ignihyde's filled with a bunch of guys who love computer games and board games. Ortho: They say that the King of the Underworld also planned his strategies on a chessboard, so maybe he liked games too. Ortho: Maybe that's why those with a gamer's soul end up in Ignihyde!

Transform into Anything

Ortho: Oh man, your heart's racing... You must've just come from PE class. Ortho: Maan, you're so lucky. I wanna be able to exercise too! I should see if I can get my brother to swap out my attachments. Ortho: I hear that the King of the Underworld's minions could transform into anything at will. Ortho: When they want to fly, they turned into birds. Ortho: When they wanted to run fast, they turned into horses. Basically, they were shapeshifters. Ortho: Isn't that super handy? If only I could get equipped with a similar function～

Watching Sparring Matches (New!)

Ortho: Most people know that the King of the Underworld loved watching sparring matches. Ortho: Sometimes he'd just watch it casually, snacking the whole time, but there were times he'd get really into it. Ortho: My brother and I like to watch livestreams of fighting games a bunch, too, so I definitely understand. Ortho: Like, the other day, the streamer we were rooting for lost, so we both ended up shouting at the screen. Ortho: I wonder if the King of the Underworld also had a champion he liked to cheer on? I should do some more research on that!

Small Talk

Idia: They say that the King of the Underworld was great at small talk and could negotiate like no one's business... Idia: B-But I can't even get through a research presentation in class without stuttering... Idia: As Ignihyde's Housewarden, presiding over a dorm honoring the King of the Underworld... Idia: This is beyond pathetic, isn't it...? [sighs] Ortho: I mean, as long as you're not actually talking to someone face-to-face... Ortho: ...You can spit a million words a second that'd even throw the King of the Underworld for a loop! Ortho: Replaying an excerpt from your chatlog, recorded 15 hours and 42 minutes ago: Ortho: "Can always count on Muscle Red's support in a pinch! See, vets are a totally different breed～!" Ortho: "Now, for the main event～ All your rare drops are belong to me! Yahoo!" Idia: S-Stop... Please, nooo...!

Like Lightning (New!)

Ortho: Um, Vil-san, I'm having a bit of a difficult time figuring out the right emotions behind this script. Vil: Why are you asking me this? I'm sure you're capable of searching up anything you need. Ortho: Yeah, that's true... But I feel like "as angry as lightning" is a little too metaphorical for me. Ortho: When I looked it up, I hit on a story of how the Thorn Fairy brought down lightning in a rage... Ortho: But it's way too hard for a mere actor to show anger like lightning. Vil: Being able to express that is what being an actor is all about. There is nothing I can help you with. Ortho: Yeah, but I feel like you'd get the performance you're wanting if you give me more specific instructions, don't you? Ortho: Or, maybe you're just don't know how to handle these kinds of stuff efficiently, huh? Oh well, I guess I just gotta give up, then～ Vil: I know you're just trying to anger me in order to see an example of the correct expression. You won't glean anything from me. Ortho: Aww man, you saw right through me. Oh well. This is all to help my understanding in expressions, so I'll keep on trying!

Something He Left Behind (New!)

Ortho: So, there's this tale about how a prince rode a magic carpet to go see a princess... Ortho: But wasn't she startled to see someone just floating in mid-air all of a sudden like that? Vil: Rather than being startled, it seems she and the prince went off on a date right after. Ortho: Whaaat!? You mean, even though he could've been some kind of intruder, instead her affection level went up!? Vil: I bet your brother would be the type to faint if some unknown party were right outside his window. Ortho: You're probably right... Oh, but the other day, I flew up to a window in my brother's classroom and delivered something he left behind. Ortho: 'Cause that's faster than climbing the stairs to deliver it! Vil: You were calling him an intruder, but you did the exact same thing as that prince...

Requested by @monavitty.

[urfavnewgirl]

he had warned you to wear flat shoes. ballerinas. or a kitten heel, at least. many, many times. in thorough, clear wording, he would even argue. but, ever the stubborn one, you had turned a deaf ear to all of his advice, of course. leading to the present moment.

one of bruce's stuffy galas. fake smiles and pretentious conversations. you, tipsily twirling around the room with his brother tim, giggling at the teenagers' antics. him, frowning at the sight of your actions. don't get him wrong, he'd be elated if the circumstances were any different. his best friend/crush, getting along with one of his family members? any man would practically swoon at the thought.

except, dick knew you. how you ticked. and, like a watchmaker inspecting the finest piece of swiss machinery, he could tell, just by the briefest of glances - your mechanics were off. completely.

it showed in the tiniest raise of your eyebrows whenever the drake boy lead you into a promenade. in your slightly scrunched nose when he picked up the pace. when he heard it in your wince, followed by the immediate dismissal of tim's concern, he had seen enough.

in three steps, the vigilante is at your side, his hand on your shoulder gently pulling you out of his brother's grasp, straight into his own. "hey. c'mere.” he turns you around, and your eyes meet the pair of beautiful blue ones you have grown so accustomed to. tim merely sighs, walks away. you think you hear him mutter the words “lovesick idiots” under his breath, but you're not sure, and besides, you're too busy frowning at the man in front of you.

“hello, richard. yes, thank you, i am fine. i was having a lot of fun dancing with your brother, actually, before i was so rudely interrupted.”

he follows your words with a raise of his eyebrows. “were you, though?”

you scoff. “YES! tim and i were bonding.”

“you can bond when your shoes aren't taking away your will to live.”

“what are you talking about? my feet are perfectly happy.”

at your response, he sighs in disbelief, his hand sliding down your shoulder to find yours. the first thing you notice is the warmth.  the physical roughness of his skin drastically contrasted his interior - his calloused touches only ever resulted in softness around you. a kind of gentleness that made you give in to whatever it was he wanted, at any moment. “come with me.” he says, voice only loud enough for you to hear. 

and you do, footsteps matching the pace of his without a second thought, until you pause in one of wayne manor's many hallways. he looks left. then right. then pulls you into a room. 

one look at the countless superman posters messily strewn across his walls tells you it's his. the sound waves of the music are long enough to reach his four walls, and you can make out the lyrics of yet another abba song. the third of the night, probably. you want to go back and dance again, but he gently pushes you to sit down on the bed, kneeling in front of you.

your face reddens at the sight of him beneath you, and you're eternally grateful his focus is elsewhere. “dick, what are you-” 

“your shoes.” his fingers move to the lace encircling your ankles, the pattern of his touch creating a mosaic of goosebumps across your skin. “i'm taking off your shoes.”

you groan. “if you wanted to see my bare feet, all you had to do was ask. you didnt have to drag me away from abba.”

dick chuckles. shakes his head. hands still untying the mess of fabric across your ankles. slow and steady. “silly girl,” he speaks, carefully taking off your right heel, before moving to the left to repeat his actions  "there's no need for that. i have a folder of your feet pictures saved to all my devices.”

“a true connoisseur knows the real thing is always better.”

“true. and i have to say, your feet really are better in person.”

your eyes widen in disbelief, meeting his own. his hands halt, resting on your left leg. a beat passes. and another. your shared laughter echoes through his room. it turns into quiet giggling eventually, both of you, clasping a hand over your faces. 

the sound subsides into silence, but the grins remain on both your faces. “i don't think i need you to take off the other one, actually.” you move.

“uh uh.” he catches your foot again. “not happening. you're taking both of them off, and im helping.”

again, he moves slowly, skilled fingers unwrapping the lace. all you find yourself able to do is stare. stare at the man in front of you. the man you get to call your best friend. the man you love. with his silky, tousled black hair, lean, muscular physique, and the suit that made him look like he had materialized right out of your nightly rem phase. dick grayson was beautiful, simply put. 

maybe it’s the way he looks, the way he acts, or maybe it’s the alcohol, you’re not sure. but you feel funny. both his hands enclose your left shoe now, gently slide it off your foot. you sigh in relief, words a mumbled mess as you look down at him. “you’re so dreamy.”

his gaze lifts, confused. “huh?”

“you’re so dreamy… and you’re also the sun.”

“are you quoting grey's anatomy at me?”

“kind of. incorrectly.”

he grins. gets off the floor to join you on the bed, placing your feet atop his lap, followed by an absentminded finger running along your calf. “i’d argue you’re the sun, though.”

“mmm…. nope. i disagree. all you.”

his expression softens into a smile when he turns to you. “and what makes you say that?”

you shrug. “dunno. you’re the center of my universe, maybe?”

“god,” he chuckles, “you’re worse than me in the cheesiness department.”

“again, disagree. you’re literally rubbing my feet, and i’m not even your-”

you pause. so does he, staring a heart shaped hole into your face.

“not even my what?”

“doesn’t matter.”

“it does to me.”

you sigh in defeat, scrunch your eyebrows, your voice melting into a barely audible, breathless whisper. “….not even your girlfriend.”

“and” he scratches his chin, inhales deeply, hand dropping to his lap again, “does that bother you?”

you nod.

he shakes his head. “no. say it out loud. please.”

“dick-”

“please.” glossy eyes. pupils blown. hair sticking to his flushed forehead. if his pleading tone had not been enough for you to melt already, the sight of him like this would have transformed you into a downright puddle.

“okay.” you murmur. inhale, nervously, “yes. it bothers me. that-” exhale, and your voice steadies, “that i'm not your girlfriend.”

it seems his usually talkative nature diminishes at that, because he lets a minute pass by in silence. two. three. when he's at seven, you straighten up, move your feet off his lap. he catches them, looks at your face this time. up, down, from your eyes, to your eyebrows. your nose, rosy cheeks, and it is only when he has memorized the exact color of them, that his eyes move down to your lips. there's a silent question in his gaze, and it is once more, merely answered by a nod. 

he chuckles, fingers engulfing your face. the room grows hot, all of a sudden. “verbal answer.”

“verbal answer requires a verbal question.”

“touche.” he smiles. “alright,” his tone is sweet, voice laced in honey, “can i kiss you?” 

“yes. you can kiss me.”

you thank the heavens above and hells you're not standing upright when he leans forward, because that simple first brush of lips is enough to make you go completely limp against him. there is a saccharine sweetness to his gentle kiss, and the taste of whatever sugary drink he had earlier only serves to alleviate the sensation. he pauses, pecks your lips once more, then pulls back. 

the both of you are red as beets, sporting matching lovestruck expressions, and definitely sitting way too close to each other. he tilts your head up, flutters his long lashes at you, before giving you a lopsided grin.

“it bothers me too.”

[calsbbyapple]

Sylus: Raindrops and Confessions

Pairing: Sylus x reader

Tags: fluff, confessions, Sylus is a yearner, non-lads side character (the man in the start is not from any of the lads lis), slightly canon divergent

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

The restaurant lights were dim, classical music playing on the carefully hidden speakers all around the hall, mixed with a cacophony of murmured conversation, utensils clinking against fine chinaware, and footsteps clicking against the tiled floor. You were dressed in the fanciest dress you owned, dolled up to perfection.

However, none of that mattered in the moment.

“Excuse me?” Your voice was incredulous and sharp as you stared at the man across from you, his expression so condescending you had to keep yourself from reaching over and smacking the damn smirk off his face.

“What? I told you what I think. Working women are just crying for attention. Isn't that why they work?” The man– bastard– continued, and you scoffed, slamming the fork and knife in your hand down on the table, loud enough to startle the man. “I think we're done here.” You hissed, throwing the napkin in the plate before getting up.

Your heels clicked ferociously as you stormed to the front door, your annoyance skyrocketing when you saw that he had not even moved an inch, as if he was expecting you to finish your ‘tantrum’ and come back.

Fuck that.

“Tara, I swear to everything that's holy, I'm going to screw you when I see you again.” You mutter angrily under your breath as you stepped out into the night bustle of the city, only to realize that it was raining and you, of course, had not brought an umbrella. Or a car, for the matter of fact.

“God, why me?” You glared up at the sky as the rain matted your hair to your forehead, your eyes darker with the mascara now in liquid form. Letting loose another curse or two, you finally started to look for a cab, too ready to go home.

However, before you could flag down a cab, a familiar car screeched to a stop in front of you. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and you found your eyes clashing with crimson irises. Sylus sat in the driver's seat, an eyebrow raised as he took in your state.

“Get in the car.” He said, unlocking the door to the passenger side. When you didn't move for another minute, a small yet amused smirk made its way on his face. “Sweetie, get in the car. It's really not that hard.”

Quickly, you slide into his leather upholstered car seat, closing the door behind you. Silence filled the space between you two as Sylus started driving away from the restaurant.

You hadn't even realized how badly you were shivering until he reached behind you, a whiff of aftershave and musk hitting your nostrils as he leaned over, one hand still on the steering wheel.

A second later, his hand re-emerged, this time holding his patent leather jacket. Without a word, he deposited it in your lap, his hand moving to crank up the car heater next.

“Thank you.” You whisper, tucking the jacket around yourself like a blanket. His scent enveloped you like a warm embrace, and you could not resist the urge to take a whiff of the jacket's lapels, hoping to be as discreet as possible. Allspice, aftershave and something earthy, something so Sylus that it had your head spinning.

“So,” Sylus finally started speaking, the low timbre of his voice pulling you out of your little sniff-fest. “Is going out with scum on your free days your new favourite pastime, Kitten?” He drawled out, and you felt a flush growing on your cheeks.

“You don't even know him, Sylus. How do you know he's ‘scum’?” You protested weakly, and Sylus chuckled, his voice light, nonchalant even. Yet, you didn't miss the way his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel just slightly before relaxing.

“True, sweetie. I don't know him. But any man who lets his date walk out alone in the rain doesn't deserve to be called anything but scum.” He answered, and your cheeks flushed harder if possible.

Silence filled the car once more, and you took the time to observe him as he drove. The more you looked, the more it became evident that he was agitated. His jaw was locked, his stance rigid, his eyes firm. He looked like a caged animal wound up, ready to strike.

Plucking up your courage, you spoke up to cut through the silence. “You knew I was going on a date.” It wasn't a question; it was a statement. One that Sylus didn't accept nor deny, other than the slight twitch in his right eye.

“I was in the neighbourhood.” He answered instead. A safe answer, a plausible excuse. One that should've put an end to the conversation. However, you saw a hint of vulnerability in his nonchalance, and you decided not to let this opportunity go to waste.

“Sylus.” You called out his name softly, and he inhaled sharply. “I don't want to go home. Not yet.” You whisper, and he braved a glance in your direction. His eyes swept over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort, only to find nothing but sincerity and…. Something.

Something he didn't dare put his hopes in.

“... Alright, sweetie.” He answered, turning the car around. The car ride was filled with silence once more, a lot of unspoken words lingering in the air.

It was only when he stopped the car, and you peered out of the windshield that you broke the silence. “Sylus? Where are we?” You asked, noticing the outline of a railing nearby. He didn't answer, just pulled out an umbrella from the dashboard, and got out of the car.

Just before you could ponder on your confusion, the door beside you opened. Sylus stood there, under the umbrella. His eyes fell upon your feet, noticing the stilettos. Silently, he crouched down, holding the umbrella in one hand and using his free hand to unbuckle the clasps.

His fingertips grazed your ankles, his touch soft and almost reverent, before he placed the heels away. “Wrap your arms around my neck, Kitten.” He whispered, and you obeyed, almost lost in a trance as you stared at him. Sliding his arm beneath your thighs, he lifted you out of the car without so much as a grunt, holding you secure as he slammed the door shut with his foot.

With that, he walked towards the railing. “Sylus, what's going o-” Your words froze midway as you turned your head to look ahead.

It was a skyline view of Linkon City, the colours of the city sharper with the falling raindrops. For as far as you could see, you saw buildings and flickering lights. Linkon looked breathtaking this time of the night, especially under the rain cover. Your lips parted slightly in awe, and you missed the way Sylus was looking at you, as if you were far more interesting to look at than the skyline view.

“I come here every time I'm in Linkon to have a private moment.” Sylus said softly, and you looked at him in surprise. You couldn't help it. You felt as if you had been let into a secret no one else in the world deserved to know.

Sylus was an incredibly private man, so it was maddening to think that he trusted you enough to bring you to a place that's supposed to be his safe haven.

“It's…. It's beautiful.” You whisper, and Sylus smiled slightly, his eyes softening at the sincerity in your eyes. “I knew you were going on a date today.” He confessed, even if both of you knew that. “I was waiting…. I knew he wasn't good enough for you.” His voice grew quieter, and your heart skipped a beat.

“I…. I know I'm not good for you. Being with me is only going to be a nuisance to you.

But, dammit sweetie, I want to.

I want to be everything for you.

I want to be your home.

I want to be the one who gets to take you out on dates.

I want to be the one you think of when you are feeling down.

I want to be the one worshipping the ground you walk on. These…. These boys. They don't–” his voice cracked, yet you didn't dare interrupt him, your heart aching at the pain in his voice.

“They don't understand that when they hold your hand, when they kiss you…. They are living my dream. They are living my heart's desire. No one can love you like I do.” He whispered, and you could not bear it any longer.

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks, and you yanked him close as you pressed your lips firmly against his. Hoping to convey what you felt about him. How he consumed your thoughts every second you were away from him.

The umbrella fell from his hand, and he yanked you closer to himself, crushing you into his chest as he kissed back just how he felt. Desperate, lovesick. It didn't matter to either of you that the raindrops were getting in your hair and clothes. It didn't matter that you were probably going to fall sick later.

All that mattered was that you loved him.

You loved Sylus Qin.

By the time you pulled away, you were both panting. His eyes were wide as if he did not believe what had just happened. Just as you noticed him trying to regain his composure and clam himself up in his shell of nonchalance, you gripped his cheeks tighter, bringing his attention to you.

“Sylus. Every date I've gone to…. Has been to get over you. Because I didn't dare hope that there was a possibility that you might reciprocate my feelings. Don't you see? It's been you. It's been you all this time.” You whisper, and finally, his mask cracked. Instead of answering right away, he pulled you even closer to himself if possible, his face burying in your neck.

“Sweetie. I'm yours. Yours to have, yours to break. From this point onwards, I won't let anyone else have you.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the skin of your neck.

“And I'm yours, Sylus.” You whispered back, your hands holding him tight.

Years later, both of you would repeat the same words at an altar.

Hand in hand.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

A/N: Hopefully, you enjoyed it! Feel free to comment on the pinned post if you wish to be added to the tag list. Have a great day!

💌: @fallthelong @destinysrequiem

[n3ptoonz]

'Heavy is the Head'

Pairing: Parker Robbins/Reader

Fandom: MCU; Ironheart

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, your code name is Hermes not your actual name, body worship, blowjob, dialogue, he's a softie, this can work as gender neutral reader i think??? you're like an informant, kinda proofread

wrote this on a whim after seeing his sexy ass edits. WATCH IRONHEART GUYS!!!!

Word count: 1.8k+

You typed away on your computer with intense focus. Looking up all sorts of things for your current client from Baltimore. You'd been taking many gigs lately and they filled the monetary gap just fine. You didn't need constant calls from your top clientele as much anymore as long as you kept taking these petty jobs. The longer you're in the business, the more you realize just how easily swayed people can be by their emotions. It's not like you were dealing with mini Lokis but man oh man the pettiness of these people that could be using your abilities for so much more than finding where someone is staying at so they can have "Welcome Home Cheater" largely spray painted on their front door. Maybe even throw in some extra toilet paper and eggs.

Your phone rang three times before you glanced at it. Unknown Caller. You narrowed your eyes before brushing it off and continuing your search. It rang again, causing you to sigh dramatically and pick it up, placing it between your ear and shoulder so you could keep typing and clicking. But before you could ask who the hell was blowing your phone up at midnight, you heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"You gonna buzz me in or have me out here looking like a toxic ex?"

Parker.

You stopped mid-type and held the phone to your ear with furrowed brows. He was like a toxic ex in a way. It almost made you laugh.

"Is that not...what you are?" you feigned curiosity and leaned back in that squeaky leather chair that has seen better days.

"Hermes." he warned, hearing you stifle a laugh. You sighed softly and leaned back to press the buzzer behind you so he could come in.

When he emerged from the hanging beads that lead into your office, you still hadn't moved from your desk. Feet kicked up and your chin leaning on a fist as you waited for him.

"Heavy is the head that wears the hood." you said with a smile. He didn't smile back. Just kept his usual calm demeanor and his hands in his pockets. "Since when did you forget to set appointments? You know I don't take walk-ins."

"This can't just be a social call?"

"A social call?" you echoed in genuine disbelief, like it was a bad taste in your mouth. "Parker, you insult me."

"Two things can be true at the same time."

"Then lead with that. You show up unannounced and pretend like you're here to just see me? Don't do that."

You untangled your legs and stood up to slowly round your desk and stand a foot away from him. He watched you move and bit his lip nervously as he averted your gaze.

"Listen, I'm sorry, a'ight? It's been a while, I know that."

"Try a year and some change." you cut in. He still couldn't look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." he repeated and ran his hands over his face with a deep sigh. You looked at him with pursed lips. Curse him. You could never stay mad at him forever. But you were still just as petty as the next guy.

"You gonna hug me or have me standing here like a toxic ex?" you said, but didn't make any move to get closer to him. Just in case. "Or is that too personal?"

"Okay, okay." he let his hands drop to his sides with a side smile playing on his lips. He couldn't run from you forever. He never could. He stepped towards you and pulled you into his chest. You rubbed and patted his back with a content sigh.

"Why are you really here?" you asked quietly, your voice muffled by the material of his jacket. He didn't let you go yet as he answered.

"I...may or may not need your help..."

"Parker."

"I definitely need your help." he said as he finally released you. He gave you those puppy eyes he swears he doesn't do.

"You know that doesn't work on me anymore, right?"

"I'm not trying to work you. Seriously. I need your help."

"I'm booked, dude. You see the papers and pens cluttering my shit," you gestured towards your workspace. "I told you I don't do walk-ins."

"Was that before or after the last time we saw each other?" he asked. The room fell silent and so did you.

"You wanna do this right now?" you asked with a scoff. "I couldn't let people think I gave certain clients special treatment."

"Is that what I am? What I was?" he asked. "A client?"

"Fucking your weed dealer doesn't make them not your dealer anymore, right? They're your dealer who you occasionally fuck unless one party wants to change that and the other party agrees. Which didn't happen between us. I'm already wrapped up in something and I'm willing to bet you'll need this info by the end of the day."

Everything you said was true and he knew it. He took a deep breath and looked around your "office." It still looked the same. Still smelled the same. Like car parts and eucalyptus.

"I ran away." he finally said. "It's true. I fucked up and I shouldn't have come here thinking it was gonna be kumbaya. However," he grabbed your hands and looked down at them with a small smile. He missed how they felt in his. Your warmth, which he knew he didn't deserve. "I need it the day after tomorrow. I'll do anything."

You squeezed his hands and sighed with a long pause.

"Such a sap." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "Just give me the details. I'll get em for you."

Parker looked up at you with brown eyes full of hope, "For real?"

"Hand me the paper before I change my mind."

He playfully scoffed and let your hands go to fish a sheet of paper from his jean pocket. When opened it you could see his handwriting covering both sides. Oh, this was serious.

"It's all there." he said while handing it to you and watched you skim it over. "Well?"

You whistled as you did the numbers in your head. "Yeah, this might take a full 24 hours to get but...it's doable. I got it."

Once he heard you say that, he grinned and hugged you again. This time was tighter than before and he whispered thank you a few times. "I couldn't do this without you."

You hugged him back at a bit of an awkward angle but still was happy that he was happy nonetheless. "Mhm." you hummed. "I know."

He released you and nodded curtly, not uttering another word as he turned to leave.

"So that's it?" you called out from behind. He stopped in his tracks and exhaled through his nose, not quite facing you yet. "Show me." you continued but he didn't budge.

"Hermes-"

"Show. Me."

He turned around to see you staring right at him. It was clear you weren't going to let this go. With a silent curse under his breath he took off his jacket along with his shirt with some hesitation. Your eyes laid upon his tatted chest that went up to the side of his neck. This was way more than you'd last seen him.

"C'mere." you said while craning your finger towards you. He followed up by walking back over to you, his eyes lingering on your face before turning around. You softly gasped and splayed your hands across his shoulders. That hood was doing something sinister to his body from the jump. You knew this, but it obviously got worse. Instead of voicing what he already knows, you just... felt him. Your palms carefully roaming his back.

"This is some crazy ink." you said. Your hands stopped at his waist as you leaned forward and peppered his back with slow kisses. Each one deliberate and thoughtful. His head hung low while trying not to twitch and squirm, but he was definitely feeling something in his pants.

"Thank John for that." he manages to strain out.

When you turn him around his eyes fall to your lips before reaching your eyes that were preoccupied with his chest piece. Your cold palms gliding up his skin as you leaned in and kissed him a couple times. Just as slow and deliberate as before. You pulled away slightly and brought your hands down with you. Kissing his tattoos and slowly making your way to the zipper of his pants. His breathing started to become a little shaky as you backed him against a wall. Your name fell from his lips in a broken whisper. Your real name.

Undoing his zipper with your teeth, his head gently hit the wall. God, you are so fucking hot. Always knowing how to work him in ways he couldn't refuse. Damn near every night since he stopped seeing you, he hasn't been thinking straight since. The rest of the team teased him about this, especially John who had urged his "sorry ass to get the fuck on and stop being a pussy."

Parker's hands twitched the second you pulled him out and licked a stripe up the shaft. You gripped the base and swirled your tongue around his shiny red tip that had a bit of a twang of precum. He cursed and bucked his hips.

"Please." he whispered and shut his eyes tight. Then he had to stop his knees from buckling when you took him all in one slow go. Your mouth warm and wet, captivating him like a siren.

You bobbed your head and a steady pace on purpose. You wanted him to really feel what he was missing for the time he was gone. Even slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you.

Your hands moved to grip his thighs since he could reach all the way to the back of your throat. Drool escaped the side of your mouth and into the floor. His boots scraped against the floor from trying not to collapse. Poor guy was so touch starved he was already close.

He looked down at you with ragged breaths. Fighting everything telling him to grab your head and fuck into your mouth. You'd be pissed, likely would never want to see him again. Seeing your lips become puffy from the pressure, oh...

"I'm gonna-," he blew out and blinked to stay focused. "Please, don't stop. Like that, yeah-" he grunted. The slick and slurping sounds were too much to bear.

The second he hit the back of your throat again, he broke. You coaxed him through while he came by slowing down a bit and rubbing soothing shapes on his hips.

When he finished, you pulled back with a soft 'pop' sound and stood up. Wiping your lips and putting some of the excess back in your mouth. He looked at you like a godsend. Eyes hooded and dazed, you were all he could see.

You stepped forward and generously put his dick back in his own pants with a soft smirk.

"14 hours."

[yup-thats-me]

Ateez being jelly over the demon boys from kpop demon hunters!

a/n; idk what this is actually. It's dumb😀 but hope you like it♡

KIM HONGJOONG

The man is livid. Like is that even a question at this point?

We all know how jealous he gets when we look at other groups

So when his beloved girl is literally in awe with that stupid little movie, the man is ready to start a war

"What do you mean they're better than Ateez?" He asks, brows furrowing in anger at you. "They're literally pencil drawings, Y/n!"

You giggile, enjoying the way your boyfriend gets fired up. "Exactly my point love!" You beam. "They're not even real! So why are you so jelly?"

He rolls his eyes, facing away from you.

"They're stealing my girl."

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PARK SEONGHWA

Feel like he's the one to suggest that you guys watch the movie together

He's got it all ready— popcorn, blankets, drink and what not

But when he sees you fangirling over the demons a bit eagerly, he starts sulking

Pouting and scoffing each time you remark about how good the songs are or how good the Saja Boys™ look

"Hmph," the singer and model scoffs. "They're not better than Ateez."

When he hears you sing your heart out to the undeniably catchy songs, he's makes it known that he's not too happy

"My girl is cheating on my face and I can't even do anything about it," her remarks dramatically as he leans against the door frame.

You pause your personal karaoke. "You can join in too, Hwa."

"No thank you," he replies sarcastically.

"Oh, come on," you drag him along. "It'll be fun!"

And although he feels a teeny tiny bit better because the songs are indeed good and catchy, he still holds a grudge that you're giving all your attention to cartoon men when you have him, right there!

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JEONG YUNHO

By how many trends this man knows, it's not a surprise that he's well aware of the internet frenzy over the animated movie

What he didn't realize was that you'd watch the movie without him

Complete and absolute betrayal!

When he comes home from a shoot, hes met with you dancing, or attempting to dance to the dance tutorials of the song "youe idol."

"Should've asked your idol boyfriend to teach the steps to you, don't you think?" He asks, a bit annoyed.

You shrug, eyes glued to the screen. "You're busy plus," you turn to face him. "It's silly."

Yunho smirks as he watches you mirror the steps, hufiing and puffing when you did the wrong move.

"I can ask Hingjoong hyung to do a cover," he states smugly.

In the next second, you're littering his fave with kisses and praises. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," you kept mumbling. "You guys did inspire the movie, you know. It'll be a dream come true to many atiny!"

And the man smirks, reveling in the affection you were showering him with.

If all it took was a simple dance cover for you to be this happy, the man is willing to cover all the songs ever been made.

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KANG YEOSANG

Little baby doesn't know anything when you jump on him, begging to watch the movie with him

You did watch it the first time without him but you couldn't contain yourself from rewatching it and having company is always good

''Watch it together" is a debative word. Because each time anything happens, you start rambling, pointing out small details

The doberman just smiles, nodding along to everything you say

But when he witness you lose your shit when the demon boy band starts singing, he shifts a little in his seat

He's far too doberman to agree that seeing his girl simping over 2d men hurts his feeling

So when you notice his replies getting shorter and quieter, you turn to see his brows furrowed together as he tries to focus on the movie.

"Sangie?" You start, paying the movie. "Everything alright?"

He shakes his head, squinting his eyes. "Everything's fine."

"So why are squinting? Does your eyes hurt?" You ask, worry lacing your voice.

He shakes his head. "Just trying to see what those demons have that I don't to have my girlfriend utterly obsessed with them."

And the man doesn't know what he did. Whenever the quiet doberman gets possessive, it's like a whole new world opens for you. Grinning, you pull him by the neck, pressing your lips to his.

It takes him a minute to realize what's happening. He smiles into the kiss, grabbing your waist as he pulls you onto his lap.

"You're so hot when you get possessive," you giggile, kissing down his neck.

It's safe to say that the movie quickly forgotten about.

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CHOI SAN

This man ohmygod he's so excited to watch the movie with you!!

His feed is literally taken over by the movie

And he knows you'll love it too

So he clears up his schedule for this movie date

He's like a kid on a Christmas morning please🥹

"I told you it'll be fun!" He Christmas excitedly.

You nod, eyes trained on the screen. A little smile plays on your lips as you realize something.

"Babe, I think Abby is based on you."

And it's only then the Nothern Duke notices. And as the days pass, he notes how you're singing your heart out to the demon boy group's songs like your life depends on it.

One day, he asks. "Who's your favourite Saja, baby?"

You smile innocently. "Abby for sure."

"Cause he reminds you of your amazing hubby?" The man smirks.

"No cause he's the more twinkified version of you," you reply smugly.

And the man literally deflates, shoulder slumping, pouty as he puffs out his cheeks.

"I can be your twink if you want."

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SONG MINGI

This man. He's living in his own little world

I mean, you sleeping in his arms, his fans loving the new album. He's got all the things he needs

But he does gets intrigued when you ramble to him about the new movie you watched

"It's really so good," you sigh dreamily. "Only if they were real, I'm telling you Minky, I would've given my soul without a word!"

After seeing you fangirling, he just has to watch the movie himself. And of course, you're more than happy to accompany him.

"Not going to lie," he starts. "The movie's pretty lit."

"Right!? Everyone in this movie is so fucking hot?"

Mingi frowns. After a second, he pulls you close by the waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. "Not hotter than me, right?" He asks softly.

You smile, running your hands through his hair. "Of course, love. No human is hotter than my princess."

And he over the moon.

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JUNG WOOYOUNG

He'll fangirl with you

No questions asked🙄

He'll run to you with his phone in hand, jumping as he shows you a new edit of the movie

"Girl, girly, Y/n!" He screams, following behind you. "Watch this!"

He hands you his phone, watching intently for your reaction. You nod, giving his phone back.

"What? No reaction?" He pouts, frowning.

"Mm, nice, however," you smirk, pecking his cheek. "No one's slaying it more than my black cat."

And the man literally melts in your touch. He's living the dream for real.

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CHOI JONGHO

Awe our baby bear🥹

He couldn't care less about some animated movie

He has dozen other things to do

Like kissing his perfect girlfriend, making musical masterpieces. He's busy busy.

But seeing you sipping over 2d men in your screen, he just has to watch the movie.

"I really don't understand what's so special about them?" He asks after watching the movie.

You squint, offended. "Don't you dare disgrace my demon boys!"

"My?"

You gupl, realizing what you've said. "Oops," you bite your tongue.

Jongho takes long strides towards you till your back hits the wall. "Say it again, darling?" His finger tracing your jaw, his eyes locked on to yours.

"W-what?"

"Who do you belong to, doll?" He warns, inching closer to your face.

"You," you stumble on your words. "I belong to you," you finally crumble under his gaze.

Jongho smirks. "Right you are, love."

✧˖°.reqs are open⋆. 𐙚 ̊

yup-thats-me®

[amoracreations]

[In this fanfic au let's just say that he didn't get married and didn't have Charlotte sorry guys]

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˚₊‧꒰ა Guest1337 x Angel Guardian reader໒꒱₊˚

During the war of the battle , Guest 1337 had been trying his best to defeat the enemies. Shooting and throwing bomb nonsense stop. It was traumatic, yet he continued to fight no matter what.

And now he's facing the bacon general. The robloxia man who destroyed guest life. He pointed the gun to him with smirk on his face while guest was wounded.

"Any last words guest? Or should I say the last guest" The general bacon smirk. While Guest1337 glared at him in angered.

"Your son is derseve a better father than you-" the general punched him causing Guest1337 mouth to bleed.

"I have heard enough! This your death now!" As soon the general pulls a tigger, some magic force stop the bullet and trigger was shoot to the general instead. Guest1337 was shocked on what he had witnessed. He stood up confused until a angel figured to him, he thought he was hallucinating causing him to fall onto the floor.

When he woke up, he was at the forest.

What the hell? Where am I?" He look around trying to find a explanation. He turns and saw the angel again, he almost stumbled on the ground. The angel flew towards and calm him down.

"Hey, it's okay.. you don't have to fear me..your quite lucky that I got you here... you almost die." the angel said in an angel yet concerned tone.

"What? I..why? Why did you save me?" Guest1337 said in a skeptical tone.

"Oh so you want to die then?" The angel tease him but guest didn't know that and shake it head.

"No I mean, I'm grateful and all that you save me but that..still confused me on why me?" The angel sigh pat him on the shoulder.

"Because your in danger..beside I help your team as well so don't worry about them.. now just rest and sit down.. I'll try to make a fruit for you" they took their hands off his shoulder and went on to use their magic to make a healing fruit.

Guest wanted to ask more questions but he decided not to because he doesn't want to annoyed a literal angel. After finishing up the potion, they sat down next to him and forcefully drink the potion. It was sour but suit the job as well.

"Ugh that quite sour" guest was grossed it by the fruit making the angel giggle a bit.

Guest1337 look at the closely and blush slightly. "You..you remind of my ex lover"

Guest1337 snap out on what he said and look away. "Sorry umm...my bad.. "

he Sigh deeply and looked up at the sky. The angel looked at Guest1337 and felt bad honestly. They could sense Guest1337 and trauma deep down inside. So the angel decided calm him down by placing guest on their lap. "Then I'll calm you down a bit..I mean you do derseve a well rest after all..no but or what so whatever" the angel then started to pat him on the head. Feeling the comfort for once made him shed a tear.

"I miss them alot..I wished I said with her..I wished I save my parents..I.. I just wish I was strong enough.." he murmurs. The angel continues to soothe him before saying this.

"Your already strong enough...please..all of this is not your fault..I'll tell you this..your parents are so proud to see you as a strong warrior..and your lover..she hope for you to live even if you two aren't together anymore..all of it would be soon worth and that the promise I'll give you.."

Hearing the angel words made him think more. Sure he still wasn't sure about it yet deep down maybe just maybe the angel promise could be true.

"I do hope so.. I guess I'll thank you...guardian angel.." he shut his eyes and let his mind calm down. The angel smile and started to sing a lullaby.

Guest1337 hoped to make this all worth it once it was all over, and the angel is willing to help him.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🪽 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

[bewitched-hours]

Why is it always Yan!( Character) Or Yan!( Ship)

NO I wanna be Yandere!

Therefore I request Yan! Ghost Reader x Noob( yep I'm building off of my request)

But is it alright if it's not too dark, like there are traits and some features of a Yandere but it's not like reader's down right toxic and not good for noob. Idk man I love Yan fics but when it's too much it puts me off.

Noob get your ghost wife she's about to strangle two time for the nth time-

OH???? A LITTLE SWITCH UP???? FOR LIL' OLD ME??? Is it christmas-? Also, yeah, I get it. I try to make my version of yanderes more watered down in a sense where it's a bit dark but not off-putting, ya know?

Reader gets She/Her again~

How long has been been now? You didn't care.

You were head over heels for your favourite little survivor and as if sensing your desperation, the Spectre allowed you a deal.

A physical form for all the memories of your life before its realm. You accepted it without thinking and now waited for your beloved in a form that resembled the one you had as a ghost but with a lot more colour to you and no more transparency.

To say Noob was surprised would be an understatement... Especially with how you practically jumped at him.

But how could he blame you when you're head over heels for his cute face? Not that he'd know.

You were even given the abilities and title of a sentinel soon after, surprising the other survivors as you proudly declared yourself to be the ghost that's been haunting them.

Although... You did assure them that they had Noob to thank for your friendliness. He wasn't too happy about being the center of attention but he didn't protest after you shut him up with a quick kiss. It was simply adorable just like him!

You weren't even trying to hide your favouritism everyone pretty much accepted you were just warped by Spectre knows how many years of being stuck in this hell and Noob just so happened to be the unfortunate soul to become the target of your affection.

Sure, you grew to warm up to the other survivors and help them out but even so you spent most of your time by Noob's side like a lost puppy. It was honestly kinda adorable, if not for the way your obsession with him grew deeper and deeper.

He noticed it of course, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. He loved you back, that much was clear, but he also knew he had to put a line in the sand to make sure you kept a grip on your... Tendencies...

To start off, he had to give you a gentle kiss to make sure you were fully fixated on him. It also acted as a confession of sorts which threw you off and you didn't really know what to do.

"Listen, it's- it's not that I don't like you too but... I just want to make sure this new side of yours doesn't ruin it." You were a little surprised but made sure to listen and didn't interrupt him. You could tell this was important and it was touching that he cared enough to discuss a way for the relationship to work. How does he always find ways to make you love him more...?

"I need to be sure that you have whatever this is under control so I want to find ways to help you stay sane. If you feel jealous or any urges to feel negative because of me or the others, come to me and we can talk about it. If you feel like you need to steal anything of mine, we can talk about it." It went on like that for a bit, though you never even dared to think about not taking him seriously.

Despite what he appeared usually, you knew Noob was someone who delivered on promises and he made sure you knew that while he loved you a lot, he is not staying in a relationship that'll isolate him or creep him out. And you were determined to not force that on him.

True to your mutual promise, you'd go to him whenever that darker part of your brain began whispering those tempting thoughts of what you could do to keep him to yourself. He eventually came to learn how to tell your obsessive moods from your regular negative ones through subtle cues and even when you wouldn't even realize it, Noob would take you aside and reassure you that no one could take him away from you.

You were his... He was yours...

Even if the Spectre wasn't all too happy but it wasn't like your memories hadn't tasted good enough for it to allow this.

You can put your worries to rest... Home is here...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

It was a western, conservative territory. Otherwise, there was an unspoken "don't ask, don't tell" etiquette among townsfolk. It wasn't too much of a burden to be queer, considering there was an out lesbian as the Deputy Sheriff. But that didn't mean Joy Hawk hadn't faced any hardships at all because of it.

Oh I can imagine..

There was nothing wrong with being queer. Rhett was taught to be respectful and kind, and that's what the Abbott family was all about. But if Rhett was queer? It was never a conversation. He was "too masculine, too much of a ladies' man" to be, so there were no concerns there.

This is hard, like yes being respectful and kind to everyone but if its "one of us" its different but I know this is very often true...

But that was years ago. Now, you had a much deeper connection, one that was more unconventional than anything. Don't take this the wrong way, it was beautiful. But it also wasn't comprehensible. It reached places farther than just friendship, yet it didn't quite meet the criteria for a real, romantic relationship either.

No matter what it is ir what label to put on, it sounds beautiful 🥹

There was one thing for certain, however. Rhett Abbott simply couldn't be with you. It was well known—rather, well assumed—that he was straight.

💔💔💔

So he didn't question this very moment; his head on your lap as you stroke his brown locks. Apparently, Rhett got into serious trouble. He wasn't specific about it as he blabbered to you in a panic, but he also knew you weren't the kind to pry. You would just do things for him without asking.

Truly a deep and important bond

He knew he shouldn't feel anything for you. He knew it wasn't right, to fall for his close friend. He knew it wasn't right to fall for someone like you.

Urgh this just breaks my heart 💔

"Yeah, well," you scoff softly, "you should know by now that I'm used to your troublemaking tendencies."

Fair

Rhett sat up, untangling from your arms. He was beside you on the couch, searching your eyes with a hint of desperation. He needed to be close to you. He felt like a magnet. It felt like you were falling—an excruciatingly slow fall towards him. You weren't sure what came over you, because your face moved closer and closer to his until your lips touched. He kissed back. You were kissing Rhett. And Rhett was kissing back.

🥹🥹🥹

It's always been deemed so wrong, but it felt so right. He wasn't supposed to kiss a platonic friend. He wasn't supposed to kiss someone who wasn't a woman. He wasn't supposed to kiss you. No matter how much his body seemed to crave it.

How can it be wrong if it feels so right? 🥺

Women were his forte, and that was the end of it. From childish crushes on girls in grade school, to hopeless yearning for Maria Olivares in high school, he's always liked women. And sure, his cowboy peers may have looked fairly attractive to him. And maybe that librarian always seemed to have a pretty smile on their face. But it didn't mean anything. There was no way it could have been sexual attraction. Rhett Abbott was straight. He had to be. After all, everybody expects the bull-wrangling, church-going Abbott offspring to be a well-respected, good old fashioned role model of a man.

I really wanna hug him and tell him that its ok to be "manly" and queer, to like man or women and man, just whatever feels right 🥺❤️‍🩹

"I wish you were a girl," he murmured. He wasn't looking at you, as his eyes were glued to the floor—glassy and scintillating.

🥺🥺🥺

You expected this of him. You knew it in your heart that you loved each other. But Rhett was stubborn and he had a reputation to hold. He never wanted to risk being a disappointment. Even if that meant hurting you. "I'm sorry," he utters. You always knew it was never going to work out. "Me too."

My heart reaks for both of them 💔

'i wish you were a girl'

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Summary: Rhett comes to you for help. You always had this weird relationship with him—a weird in-between of platonic and romantic. However, Rhett had a reputation to hold, meaning you could never go too far with him. The worst part, however, is that he truly likes you as much as you do.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: (drabble-ish), non-woman!reader, male!reader, non-binary!reader, genderqueer!reader, inspired by 'as you are' film, influenced by 'brokeback mountain' film, are they lovers? worse, closeted Rhett Abbott, forbidden love, no happy ending (feel free to request a 2nd part), kissing, comfort, cuddling, events canon to the show, this is my pride month fic xx

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Rhett Abbott was straight.

At least that's what the default assumption was in Wabang, Wyoming.

It was a western, conservative territory. Otherwise, there was an unspoken "don't ask, don't tell" etiquette among townsfolk. It wasn't too much of a burden to be queer, considering there was an out lesbian as the Deputy Sheriff. But that didn't mean Joy Hawk hadn't faced any hardships at all because of it.

Rhett Abbott was raised to be a "real man." He instantly got fixated on the concept of bull riding in his childhood and he was always teased by his elders whenever there was a girl his age right next to him.

There was nothing wrong with being queer. Rhett was taught to be respectful and kind, and that's what the Abbott family was all about. But if Rhett was queer? It was never a conversation. He was "too masculine, too much of a ladies' man" to be, so there were no concerns there.

Surely enough, that statement would soon be challenged once you came into the picture.

You were Rhett's close friend, knowing him for a few years now. It all started with you helping him shotgun a Miller Lite at a lively bonfire party. He fucked up with the first can and wound up spilling it all over the ground. As you witnessed his pathetic endeavor, you decided to assist him with a new can, puncturing the hole for him. Obviously, you both got drunk that evening, but Rhett seemed to be more hammered than you. The friends he came with were nowhere to be seen, so you stayed with him the entire time, driving him home once you finally sobered up. Ever since that night, you never left his side.

But that was years ago. Now, you had a much deeper connection, one that was more unconventional than anything. Don't take this the wrong way, it was beautiful. But it also wasn't comprehensible. It reached places farther than just friendship, yet it didn't quite meet the criteria for a real, romantic relationship either.

There was one thing for certain, however. Rhett Abbott simply couldn't be with you. It was well known—rather, well assumed—that he was straight.

So he didn't question this very moment; his head on your lap as you stroke his brown locks. Apparently, Rhett got into serious trouble. He wasn't specific about it as he blabbered to you in a panic, but he also knew you weren't the kind to pry. You would just do things for him without asking.

"Will you be my alibi for last night?" You could hear the urgency over the phone just through his anxious inflection.

He needed you. "Yeah. Sure."

And so, he came to your place in pursuit of solace. And you provided. After all, that's what friends were for.

Rhett lightly shifted his position on the couch, continuing to revel in your touch. His blue eyes bore into the wooden wall across from him, feeling the stress from his brother's actions slowly fading away.

He knew he shouldn't feel anything for you. He knew it wasn't right, to fall for his close friend. He knew it wasn't right to fall for someone like you.

"You okay?"

But he couldn't help it.

"What?" Rhett huffs in alert, slightly turning his head to face you.

Your hand that was in his hair lightly pushed him back in position to convey he had nothing to worry about. "You've been quiet," you mumble, gentle fingers continuing its ministrations, "something else bothering you?"

The man on your lap sighs deeply. "Everything's just so fucked up," he mutters bitterly, almost nuzzling your thigh with the slight stir of his nose.

Rhett was six feet tall, weighing around 150 pounds. He would frequently work on the ranch, having his fair share of chores. He would get into bar fights and he rode bulls for a living. But none of that mattered right now; he felt like the smallest person on earth as long as he was in your arms.

"Thank you for doing this," he mumbles, shutting his eyes briefly in exhaustion, "I know it's very... inconvenient."

"Yeah, well," you scoff softly, "you should know by now that I'm used to your troublemaking tendencies."

He let out a quiet chuckle in response, inhaling deeply in order to ground himself.

"Mm. Yeah," he sighs, before a bittersweet thought crossed his mind. "What would I do without you?"

Rhett sat up, untangling from your arms. He was beside you on the couch, searching your eyes with a hint of desperation. He needed to be close to you.

He felt like a magnet. It felt like you were falling—an excruciatingly slow fall towards him. You weren't sure what came over you, because your face moved closer and closer to his until your lips touched.

He kissed back.

You were kissing Rhett. And Rhett was kissing back.

Your hands were limp as your mouth moved with his, feeling his gentle, moist lips meshed with yours. He was lost in the sensation, exploring the foreign territory of intimacy with you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue already parting your mouth to taste you. Yet, while it felt like a millennium, the kiss concluded promptly.

Rhett sank back into his spot on the couch, and the two of you just stayed there motionless, processing what had just happened.

It's always been deemed so wrong, but it felt so right. He wasn't supposed to kiss a platonic friend. He wasn't supposed to kiss someone who wasn't a woman. He wasn't supposed to kiss you. No matter how much his body seemed to crave it.

Women were his forte, and that was the end of it. From childish crushes on girls in grade school, to hopeless yearning for Maria Olivares in high school, he's always liked women. And sure, his cowboy peers may have looked fairly attractive to him. And maybe that librarian always seemed to have a pretty smile on their face. But it didn't mean anything. There was no way it could have been sexual attraction. Rhett Abbott was straight. He had to be.

After all, everybody expects the bull-wrangling, church-going Abbott offspring to be a well-respected, good old fashioned role model of a man.

Rhett gulped, overwhelmed with a sense of guilt and regret as his next words would break the long streak of silence.

"I wish you were a girl," he murmured.

He wasn't looking at you, as his eyes were glued to the floor—glassy and scintillating.

You expected this of him. You knew it in your heart that you loved each other. But Rhett was stubborn and he had a reputation to hold. He never wanted to risk being a disappointment. Even if that meant hurting you.

"I'm sorry," he utters.

You always knew it was never going to work out.

"Me too."

You just didn't expect it to be this painful.

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L Lawliet x Reader pt. 26: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

Take two 😭 I tried to make it longer, but I know it's not exactly a novel's worth 🫠 hopefully it's satisfying!

for some reason, the jet was smaller than you thought it'd be. You were imagining a commercial airplane, but pulling up to the lot and seeing the compact aircraft makes you realize that was probably dumb.

L leads you up the boarding stairs by the hand with the excuse of being gentlemanly, pointing out the areas of the vehicle. It had just enough space for the cockpit, a lounge area, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a staff room for Watari. Once you were sat on the plush couch, side by side, he showed you how to buckle up, told you when it was okay to get up and when it was not, even apologized in advance for there not being any true sleeping accommodations.

"I'm not used to laying down, but if you'd like to sleep you're welcome to lay across the couch..."

You look out of one of the many windows, met with nothing but the synthetic lights and concrete flooring of the hangar. "When do we take off?"

The jet shivers.

"Ah, now."

"Okay, alright...cool," you mumble, staring at the now-moving scenery. It was only moving from the hangar to the runway, but you still had that sinking stone of dread fall to the bottom of your stomach.

"Are you afraid?"

"No, no..."

"It's...normal to be nervous. Expected."

"I'm not," you mutter.

Suddenly, the jet jolts forward, speeding up, faster and faster, ready to take flight.

"Oh, fuck," you whisper, settling back in your seat to grip the side of the couch. Your focus attempts to shift to the cats, settled in their carriers in the corner, doped up and asleep.

He watches as you mutter obscenities to yourself, clearly terrified. He doesn't know what to do, he's never had to comfort another person before...but he is a man of action. With no better ideas, he reaches over, and laces your fingers together.

The gentle squeeze he gives you brings you back to reality, long enough to bring your eyes to his. His intense, loving eyes.

L would never put you in a dangerous situation. You...

You trusted him.

You could honestly say that. You trusted him.

It's soothing to see you relax, the way you close your eyes and settle your head back, and best of all, how you squeeze his hand in return.

The plane goes airborne, and you swear you can hear every nut and bolt shake loose from their screws. "Is it supposed to shake like this?"

"Yes. Once we're steady, it will feel as if you're on the ground."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

And guess what?

He was right.

In just a few minutes, it was like you never left the ground. You deign to look out the window, and to your surprise, you felt something other than fear. The fluffy clouds carpeted the endless walls of the sky, lingerings of the sunrise still evident in beams of orange. It was peaceful. Y'know, if you forgot about being thousands of feet above the earth.

"Do you like it," L murmurs. As if he gifted you the heavens himself.

"It's really beautiful, L. I um..." you tear your gaze from the scenery, catching his side profile. He was looking out of his own window, sunlight lining his hair, his nose, his lips...he looked as peaceful as the sky outside. "I love it."

He hums. "I don't look out of the window often. I forgot how nice this was."

He looks so at ease. He's always languid in a way, but now he's tranquil. Like he's sleeping with his eyes open. He doesn't seem to notice how you stare, how you trace every line of his angular face with wanton eyes. High browbone, high cheekbone, sharp jawline. Plump lips. Big, grey-black eyes. Arched, sloping nose.

I love you.

His gaze darts to yours. "What?"

"What?"

"What did you say," he whispers.

Did you say that out loud? You search for the words, tongue tied, blinking back the nerves previously attributed to flying. No escaping it now.

"I said, um- I guess I said I love you. Not I guess, I did, I did say that...but I don't want you to think I've changed, or, I guess, I don't want you to change how you feel- well, obviously I don't want your feelings to change, that'd be dumb, uh-"

His hand cups your cheek.

"I- sorry- I-"

His lips are on yours. No more talking.

You sigh out of your nose, shoulders dropping, eyes shutting. You press forward, a small return, and when his tongue slithers against your lip, you're more than happy to allow it.

He'd untie your tongue for you.

An arm wraps around his shoulders, his tongue slicks across yours. Your other hand creeps toward the one in his lap, and he eagerly takes hold. It isn't until both of your lungs are empty that you pull away. You can see how his chest rises and falls, sleepy eyes resting on you and you only.

You stare for a moment, the gears turning. Finally, you lick your lip, and speak.

"...I don't want you to expect me to change, now that I've said...that...but I don't want you to tire of me if I do," you breathe.

Your eyes search his for some kind of answer, some comfort. You've worried about this before, with exes and almost-friends, but you've never had the actual conversation. You weren't one to communicate about real things, especially not about love. Hopefully, your trust in him wasn't misplaced.

His thumb slides across your cheek. He didn't need to think for long. Comfort doesn't come easy to him, but in this instance, all he had to do was tell the truth. "I love you exactly as you are. I loved you as you were, and I'll love you as you will be. Change or not."

Your lip quivers.

"...kiss me again, before I say something stupid and ruin it."

He leans forward, and you meet him halfway. This time, the kiss was chaste, a gentle pressing of the lips, as if you had all the time in the world. The hand on your face slips down to the nape of your neck, holding you closer, assisted by his other hand, now wrapped around your waist.

he doesn't stop until he feels something warm and wet on his cheek. He pulls away, watching as your wet lashes sweep tears from your waterline. "Is something wrong?" The last thing he wanted to do was upset you.

"No, no, I've just..." you sniff, wiping the thin streams of liquid from your face. "I've never really felt exactly like this before, and It's weird...and...scary."

He nods solemnly. "I know the feeling. However, I find that exposure to the source of the feeling is the best remedy to discomfort."

You smile. "You just want to spend more time with me."

"...that's true."

"Well, I don't know what to do for the next 12 hours."

"Are you still hungry?"

The flight was spent indulging in sweets, tender kisses, and light conversation. When you finally tired out, L was kind enough to let you rest your head in his lap. It was...bliss.

You woke up exactly as you fell asleep, on your side, head cradled between L's legs and his torso. You didn't open your eyes quite yet, because his skilled fingers were currently scratching at your scalp, and if you hadn't slept for as long as you did, it'd put you right back.

"Good morning."

"Mn, How did you know?"

"You stopped snoring."

"What time is it?"

"Nearly 9 in the morning."

"...what?"

The couch creaks as you sit upright, stretching and yawning.

"New York is 13 hours behind Japan."

"Okay...that makes sense, I guess...how long was I asleep?"

"10 hours."

"...did you ever get up?"

"No. I had no reason to."

You laugh, twisting in place with the hopes of cracking your back. "Go pee or something."

"I'm used to sitting still for long periods of time. Also...we're about to land, so you should buckle up."

Despite wanting him to move for the first time in apparently 10 hours, you concede, and buckle yourself in. The shakey turbulence of landing is enough for you to clutch his hand again, which, despite the bone-crushing grip, pleased him.

When all was finally still, Watari emerged from the staff room, notifying the both of you of his departure for the car. He leaves, and you turn to L.

"What do we do?"

"Wait here. Watari will return shortly. The trip to the hotel should be less than an hour."

"How long will Watari be gone?"

"Mm, not more than 20 minutes."

Great...now what?

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fic title : i gave you one chance (you don't get it twice)

The thing about being given second chance after second chance after second chance is you become accustomed to them. You have infinite chances, it's okay. You won't fuck up when you just need to apologize, slap the bandaid on it with a smile.

Dick didn't know what to do when he was refused one.

He had fucked up, again. He would admit it. Tim had specifically asked Dick to show up at the cafe, he had something to tell him. Dick was on his way, he was but then Damian needed him. Time got away from him, it wasn't-

No, it was his fault.

"You do know Damian does this every time Tim wanted to talk to you right?" Jason asked, raised eyebrow from where he sat at Dick's kitchen counter. Dick had begged his brother to come, to listen, to give him advice.

"I... yeah, I do and I've talked to him but he's still-"

"He's still doing it because you make excuses for him each time. You don't tell him no, don't tell him that you're going to be hanging out with Tim not him," Jason cut off Dick carelessly. "For fucksakes Dickie Bird, Damian didn't even need you then. He just needed someone to pick him up, and you just obeyed without a second thought."

Dick's shoulders rose, a burning itch to defend himself, to defend Damian clawing at his chest.

He didn't.

He couldn't.

Jason wasn't wrong.

"You know why Tim asked you to the cafe?" Jason asked. "He's getting married. Wanted to ask you to walk him down the asile."

"I... I will! I can-" Dick said, mind whirling. Tim was getting married? He and Bernard had been serious for years, and after the big reveal that wasn't (Bernard had a ball that no one knew he'd figured it out) Dick knew it was a matter of time.

"He asked me instead," Jason cut Dick off. The hard gaze the man gave his older brother was chilling. "Said he didn't know what he expected otherwise. That you don't care enough about him versus Damian."

"That's not true!" Dick shouted. It wasn't. He loved Tim, he was his little brother!

"Facts don't lie Dickhead, and your actions the past few years tell us all we need to know." Jason said.

Summary: Dick has been forgiven so many times by everyone he's hurt he's become far to accustomed to just not thinking about the consequences. However, when he doesn't go to see Tim when the other invited him out...

He's found that the chances have dried up.

Pairings: TimBer

Notes: Mostly me going 'I'm bored and want chaos/drama'