#~ note to self never make an ask this image heavy again

[woofs-crackkids]

What's your favorite foods?

Evgen: We were about to ask you the same thing! But for my favorite food, hmm…

Evgen: My mom used to bring them to me often as a small treat after— yeah! I don’t often need to eat, I mostly take nutrients from the air, but it’s still nice!

Ziva: As for me, it a tough choice with all the array of flora in the gardens, but for me I’d have to go with…

Ziva: It’s tough, chewy, and has plenty of nutrients. Delicious!

Plasma: 🍽️

Ziva: She has a big appetite…

Evgen: But don’t worry! There’s plenty of meat, bread, and veggies to go around!

[niilue]

—when vi finally speaks, it’s not just her words you hear, but the weight of everything she’s too scared to lose.—

part i.

cw: female reader, vi x reader, angsty, jealousy, emotional hurt, hurt-comfort, vi’s emotional struggle, vulnerable vi, mention of caitvi's relationship, slow burn, spoilers s2. this is long writer's note: guys this is long!! i didn't even know how to do this part, i tried to make it as canon as possible to vi's character, and remember this is fiction, not hate <3-

vi didn’t move immediately after ou left. she stood there, in the middle of the alley, listening to the sound of your footsteps fading away and feeling like with each one, something inside her broke a little more. your words still echoed in her head, louder than any punch she had ever taken in the ring.

"why are you acting like this is personal?"

she had said those words reflexively, without thinking, in an attempt to protect herself. but now, as she remembered them, all she felt was a sharp pang of shame. she had seen the pain in your face when she said them, had felt the weight of your emotions and how your words had been filled with anger and something deeper, something vi couldn’t quite understand.

"why did it matter so much to her?"

it was the only question she could ask herself as she stood there, motionless. she had faced fights, betrayals, even death, but she had never dealt with something as confusing as this. she had never had to look at someone and realize she didn’t understand what they were feeling.

caitlyn approached, breaking the silence with a tone that seemed to carry more judgment than compassion.

“vi…”

“not now, cait,” vi replied automatically, with a harshness that wasn’t aimed at her, but at herself.

but caitlyn didn’t stop.

“vi, you have to let her go. it’s clear that this… whatever it is that’s going on between you two…”

“you don’t understand!” vi raised her voice, turning toward caitlyn. her eyes were red, full of frustration and something caitlyn hadn’t seen in her before: fear.

caitlyn raised her hands in surrender, but the damage was already done. vi felt the explosion of emotions inside her, a chaos of unanswered questions that pushed her to act, to move, even though she didn’t know where to go.

"why does she care so much?"

vi started walking aimlessly, her footsteps echoing in the empty streets of zaun while her mind raced. the image of your face, of your eyes full of tears and pain, wouldn’t leave her alone. you had said you were nothing, that you would never be anything, but even so, your words had been full of something more: broken hope, a love that seemed too strong to ignore.

"why does she look at me like that?" vi thought, clenching her fists. she wanted to hit something, wanted all that noise in her head to stop. but she couldn’t. your words were still there, like an echo that wouldn’t fade.

“i never asked her to stay,” she muttered to herself, her voice heavy with self-defense.

but as soon as she said it, she knew it was a lie.

vi stopped in a dark corner, leaning against the wall as her breathing turned erratic. the streets around her were empty, but inside her, everything was full of noise.

“she’s the one who decided to stay,” she whispered again, trying to convince herself. but she couldn’t.

every time she tried to come up with an excuse, your image came back to her mind: you, taking care of her on the days when she didn’t even want to get off the floor. you, following her steps even when she yelled at you to leave her alone. you, looking at her like there was still something in her worth saving.

"why did you do it? why do you care so much?"

vi closed her eyes, her hands trembling as she tried to recall every word you had said. you had mentioned the darkest moments, the days when she punished herself in the ring, the days when alcohol was her only companion.

you had said you were there. that you had always been there.

vi felt something inside her break. you had been there, yes, but she had never seen it that way. she had never allowed those things to matter because… because if she did, she would have to face something she wasn’t ready to feel.

"why did you do it?" she murmured, as if speaking to you, though you weren’t there to hear her.

the answer came slowly, like a current breaking through the chaos in her mind. you hadn’t done it for her. you had done it because it was what you felt. because you wanted to save her, even when she didn’t want to save herself.

"you took it personally because it was always personal."

vi felt the air leave her lungs. it wasn’t just that you cared. it was that you had always seen something in her that she couldn’t see in herself. and now that she finally understood, now that the pieces were falling into place, you were gone.

she closed her eyes tightly, letting her head fall back against the wall. tears began to stream down her cheeks, hot and silent. she didn’t try to stop them.

"i’m such a coward."

that was the only conclusion she could come to. you had been there, enduring her worst, taking care of her when no one else would, and she had ignored it all. and when you had finally laid your feelings bare, when you had exposed the full weight of what it meant to love her, vi had responded with doubt, with silence, with words she now knew she should never have said.

"why are you acting like this is personal?"

because it had always been personal.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

vi turned the corner into the alley and saw you. you were sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around your knees, with your hair falling over your face, hiding your eyes. she knew you’d been crying. she knew because she recognized that posture, that way of curling up when the pain consumes you and you don’t know how to keep going.

vi took a deep breath, forcing herself to take a step toward you. then another. and another. her boots echoed softly against the damp ground of the alley, but you didn’t lift your head. not until she finally spoke, her voice low and tense:

“i’m here.”

those two words made you lift your head, though slowly, as if every muscle in your body weighed too much. your eyes, swollen and red, met vi’s, and she felt something inside her crack at the sight of all the pain she’d caused.

“why?” you asked, your voice broken but sharp enough to cut deeper than any shout.

vi swallowed hard, looking at the ground before forcing herself to meet your gaze again. her hands trembled at her sides as she tried to find the right words. but there weren’t any.

“i can’t leave you like this,” she admitted at last, her tone so low it was almost a whisper.

you laughed, but it was a bitter, joyless laugh. “you couldn’t leave me like this? that didn’t seem to matter when you let me spill everything i was feeling, and you didn’t do anything.”

vi pressed her lips together. she couldn’t defend herself from that because it was true. she had left you alone, not because she didn’t care, but because she didn’t know what to do with what she felt. because she was afraid.

“i didn’t know how to react,” she confessed, her voice still tense. she took another step toward you, though you didn’t move. “i don’t know how to handle this… how to handle you.”

your brows furrowed, your eyes shining with a mix of disbelief and anger. “and what does that even mean, vi? what the hell does that mean?”

vi took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she ran them through her hair, tugging at the short strands as if that would help her think.

“it means i care about you,” she finally said, and though her voice was low, every word came out with an intensity that seemed to fill the entire alley. “it means you matter to me more than i know how to handle.”

the weight of her words hung in the air between you, and vi lifted her gaze to yours, searching for some sign that it wasn’t too late. but there was no response on your face, only a mix of emotions she couldn’t decipher.

“if i really mattered to you, you wouldn’t have done this,” you said, and your words were like a direct blow to her chest.

vi clenched her fists, but she didn’t look away. she knew you were right. but that didn’t make it any easier to face.

“it’s not that simple,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to hold herself together. “not after what happened with caitlyn.”

the mention of her name made your expression harden, and vi noticed.

“what does she have to do with this?” you asked, though you knew the answer might not be what you wanted to hear.

vi closed her eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the truth hit her before forcing herself to speak. “cait… made me believe i could trust someone again. that i could be more than a broken fighter.”

your chest tightened at her words, but you didn’t interrupt.

“and then, when things got bad, she left. she hit me, insinuated i was a monster, and walked away,” she continued, her voice cracking slightly at the end. her eyes filled with something you hadn’t seen in her before: fear. pure, absolute fear. “it wasn’t just what she said or did. it was… that she made me think something i’d never believed was possible. and then she took it away.”

vi’s shoulders slumped as she exhaled, as if she’d been holding her breath for too long. “i don’t know if i can trust someone like that again. i don’t know if i can let myself feel that again.”

her words fell over you like a weight, but you didn’t let your expression change.

“then why are you here?” you asked, your voice filled with pain and defiance. “if you can’t trust anyone, why do you keep coming back to me?”

vi lifted her head quickly, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. she took another step toward you, this time lifting a trembling hand, though she didn’t touch you.

“because it’s different with you,” she said, and though her voice was quiet, there was something in her tone that made it sound louder than any shout. “because you saw me when no one else did. because when i wanted to destroy myself, you wouldn’t let me.”

vi lowered her hand slowly, her shoulders sagging as her voice softened even more. “but you scare me too. because with you, i can’t pretend. and i don’t know if i’m ready for that.”

the silence that followed was deafening. you could see the internal struggle in her gaze, the way she was caught between wanting to move forward and the fear that kept her anchored to the past.

finally, you let out a shaky sigh, turning your eyes away. “then i don’t know what you want from me, vi.”

vi pressed her lips together, her eyes filled with something that looked like a silent plea. “i want to try. even if i don’t know how.”

your chest ached as you listened to her, but you couldn’t just give in. not after what you’d seen, after what you’d felt hearing her call her “cupcake” as if nothing you had done for her mattered.

“this doesn’t erase what you did, vi,” you said, your voice low but firm, trembling under the weight of the emotions you had tried so hard to hold back. “it doesn’t change how i felt when i saw you call her that, like… like i didn’t mean anything to you.”

vi blinked, her face contorting into a pained expression. her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but you raised a hand, stopping her before she could start.

“you don’t get it, do you?” you continued, your words laced with restrained anger. “it’s not just the nickname. it’s what it represents. it’s how it makes me feel, like everything i did for you wasn’t enough.”

vi opened her mouth, but her voice broke before any words could come out. finally, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to respond. “i didn’t mean for you to take it that way. it wasn’t because you don’t matter to me.”

“and how am i not supposed to take it that way, vi?” you shot back, taking a step closer to her, letting the intensity of your words fill the space between you. “you always say you don’t know how to handle this, but it seems so easy with her.”

vi shook her head quickly, her eyes filled with something that looked like panic. “it’s not easy with caitlyn. it never was.”

the mention of her name made your teeth clench, but you forced yourself to let her continue.

“with her it’s… it’s different,” vi admitted, her words clumsy but honest. “cait was always… what i thought i needed. someone who made me feel like i could be more than what i am. but with you…”

she trailed off, her gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again.

“with you, i feel exposed. and that scares me because i don’t know if i’m made for something like this.”

you stood in silence, your breathing shaky as you processed her words. the anger burning in your chest still lingered, but there was something in her tone, in the way her hands trembled at her sides, that made your defenses start to crack.

“that doesn’t make it hurt any less, vi,” you finally murmured, your eyes shining with tears you refused to let fall. “but at least now i know why.”

vi nodded slowly, swallowing hard as if admitting all of this had drained every ounce of energy she had. she took another step toward you, her voice lowering even more.

“i want you to trust me. i know i don’t deserve it yet, but i want to try. i want this to mean something.”

for a moment, the weight of her words filled the space between you. it wasn’t a perfect promise. it wasn’t an immediate solution. but it was something.

you took a deep breath, looking away for a moment before locking your gaze back onto hers. “then show me, vi. because if you ever make me feel like i’m not enough again… i won’t stay.”

vi nodded again, more slowly this time, and though her eyes still held uncertainty, there was something new in them: determination.

you didn’t say anything else. you turned toward the alley’s exit, your footsteps echoing softly against the ground as you walked away. vi didn’t stop you this time, but she didn’t take her eyes off you until you disappeared into the darkness.

she stayed there, motionless, her chest tight and the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat. she knew that this time, words wouldn’t be enough. she knew she would have to show you that you could trust her.

for the first time in a long time, vi felt like she had something to fight for.

[voicemailfromluke-beep]

when the sun loved the moon.

pair: luke hughes x f!reader ; luke hughes x mid/plus-size!reader

genre: angst, fluff, slow burn

warnings: body image insecurity, manipulation, toxic friendship, self-doubt, emotional hurt, swearing.

summary: you never expected to fall for someone like luke hughes. he was tall, charming, a hockey prodigy and you were just… you. sweet, soft, unsure. but in the safety of a shared friend group, you found comfort beside him. until someone else saw that closeness as an opportunity, not to protect, but to use. at luke’s lake house, one moment of trust shatters the illusion you built. and when luke returns to find you gone, questions begin to unravel.

🍅’s note: here we go with a bit of lukey angst 🥲 i really hope you enjoy this one because it seriously pulled at my heart while writing. i’ll be honest, i kind of hated putting the reader through this situation. it was tough to write knowing how heavy and emotional it would feel, but sometimes the angst just demands to be written, y’know? as always, i’d love to hear your thoughts, whether it made you cry, scream, or just sit in silence for a second. thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it means everything <3

part: 1 of 2

“you didn’t bring sunscreen again?”

luke asked with a teasing smile, handing you a cold bottle straight from the cooler.

“no, but i had faith you would,”

you grinned, taking it from his hand and squeezing some into your palm, your skin already felt warm from the afternoon sun.

“you’re always prepared, hughes.”

he chuckled, leaning back on his elbows beside your lounge chair.

“that’s ’cause you’re always forgetting stuff.”

you glanced over, catching the way his hair clung to his forehead, lake water still dripping from his swim trunks. you looked away quickly, pretending to focus on rubbing the sunscreen over your arms.

“you swimming again later?” he asked.

you shook your head. “maybe. kinda just feel like soaking in the sun today.”

“suits you, little chublet.” he said softly.

it was moments like that the softness in his voice, that made it hard to remind yourself he probably didn’t feel the same. and why would he? he was luke hughes. and you… you were just someone trying to take up less space in a world that didn’t make room for girls like you.

but being around him? it made it so much easier to breathe. even when the rest of the friend group made you feel like a guest in your own skin.

“mind if i go back in?” he asked, pushing himself up.

“water’s too good to pass up.”

“go for it,”

you said, shielding your eyes from the sun as he jogged back toward the dock.

you didn’t notice her, cassedy, approaching until her shadow fell over your chair.

“hey!”

she said brightly, that too-sweet voice grating just a little.

“relaxing?”

“yeah, just chilling,” you replied, sitting up slightly.

she was all legs and long waves of honey-blonde hair. the kind of girl you always assumed people like luke ended up with. not because of anything she did, she was always nice to you, always smiling but because the world just seemed to bend a little more in her favor.

“so…”

she said, lowering her sunglasses and giving you a sly smile.

“i have to ask. do you have a crush on luke?”

your chest tightened a little but something about her tone, it was just curious, not mocking made you lower your guard.

“…i mean, yeah,”

you admitted quietly, looking out at the lake.

“kind of hard not to.”

she laughed lightly, and for a second, you laughed too until you turned and saw her face. the smirk wasn’t kind. it was sharp. amused.

“oh, sweetheart,”

she said, voice low now, almost pitying.

“i didn’t think you were actually serious.”

you blinked, confused. “what?”

“you really think someone like luke would ever date someone like you?”

she asked, still smiling, like she was saying something so obvious it almost hurt her to say it.

“come on. he’s an nhl player. he could have anyone.”

your heart cracked in your chest.

“cass, why would you say that?”

“just being real with you,” she shrugged.

“i mean, it’s cute that you thought you had a chance. but he actually asked me out for dinner. said he wanted to get to know me better.”

the breath left your lungs. “oh… he did?”

“yeah,”

she said with a sigh, like this was all so exhausting.

“so maybe… stop daydreaming. you’ll save yourself from getting hurt.”

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. her words kept replay in your head like church bells, each one louder than the last.

you stood up slowly, brushing off your legs.

“i think i’m gonna go rest inside.”

“probably for the best,”

she said, already turning away.

“enjoy your nap.”

five minutes after you left, luke climbed out of the water, wiping the water from his face and squinting toward the house.

“hey,” he said, jogging over to the girl.

“where’s my little chublet?”

she didn’t even look up from her phone.

“she said she was tired. went to lay down or something.”

he frowned. “she was fine like ten minutes ago.”

“maybe the sun got to her,” she said, still smiling.

but something in luke’s gut twisted, he hate the smile on cassidy face, and he know something felt wrong. because you didn’t just disappear without saying goodbye.

[cheegu3]

Heloo may I request a enhypen reaction when y/n killed themselves and left a note saying "this is all your fault"

Sorry if this makes you uncomfy

oh not at all, I was only on the fence about writing this bc idk if talking about this topic is allowed on tumblr, but I hope u didn’t feel a lot of anxiety when sending in this ask 😭 it is a little short so sorry abt that :c some of the notes are a bit different too to switch it up!

tw / trigger warning: yandere, dark themes, depression, suicide, self-harm, sad asf, cursing, violence, blood, suicide-note, vomiting, gun

pls do not read if this triggers or offends you or if you're struggling !!

Yandere!Enhypen - reaction to you unaliving yourself

Jungwon

He didn't know how to react when he found you dead. No tears fell down his face as he looked for a pulse, clutching your cold hand in his.

When he spotted a note lying a few meters away, a heavy sigh left his lips and he gave you a pained look.

' This is all because of you. If only you'd treated me like a normal boyfriend would, maybe we could've been soulmates. I hope you feel pain for the rest of your life. '

The more Jungwon stared at the note, blaming him for all of your pain and problems; the more he felt like he had to fight to hold back the tears that were itching to fall.

At the same time, he found a strange anger bubbling inside of him. Not only did you - the love of his life, leave him in this way but you had to wish him pain in your last breath too?

He became blinded by anger. The hand that was holding the note clenched and the paper crumbled under it.

He will try to stay alive just to spite you. Trying his best to move on and get happy, maybe fall in love again and find a family just so he could get his revenge; as you watched from above and realized you meant nothing to him.

But Jungwon never got over you, not really.

Heeseung

He got angry immediately, cussing you out and almost getting the urge to hit you. Instead, he took his anger out on a mirror and felt some sense of relief when he started to bleed.

He blamed himself of course. He had been wrong about how you were feeling, even though he often prided himself on having been able to read you like an open book.

He didn't notice your spark slowly dying out; the more he got angry the more he got jealous, and then the more you were punished for the smallest things.

It got to a point where you couldn't even live in the moment and enjoy the short times when he was a sweet boyfriend again, because you were always scared of what would tick him off a few seconds later.

' I'm sorry, Hee. I was so tired of fighting. I love you,

y/n. '

His vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He could only manage to hold them back for a few seconds before he doubled over and sobbed loudly.

The room filled with loud wails of pain that would even make angels cry. Anyone that heard it would know just how much he loved you.

Heeseung clutched his chest right where his aching heart felt like it was being ripped out of him. '' I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby, '' he kept whispering until he was tired of crying for hours and it turned into shaky murmurs.

He fell asleep, hoping it would be eternal, with your body in his arms; dried tears on his cheeks being replaced by new ones, as even in his sleep he couldn't escape seeing his lover.

Jay

It was the worst phone call he had ever received. He didn't know how to react after it ended, only staring blankly into the distance as his thoughts went crazy.

He needed to see you with his own eyes to believe it so he rushed home. His stomach sank when he spotted the ambulance. Quickly he pushed through the people to get to you.

But when he reached you and saw your lifeless body on the stretcher, he didn't know what to do yet again. A stupid voice inside him told him he should keep his cool in front of all the spectators, even while the love of his life lay dead in front of him.

Did he want to cry, scream, or hold you?

He lowered his eyes to get the image of you like that out of his head. Still in shock, he went inside, locked the doors, and shut the windows' blinds.

He stayed like that for days; barely eating, seeing the sun, or getting out of bed. No matter how bad his depression got and how the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to get further and further away, he still refused to cry.

There was a reason. Your note.

He had seen it while cleaning his house that day he got home. Not wanting to let his thoughts get to him, he started sterilizing and cleaning the whole house. When he then got to the bedroom, a small green note poked out underneath the bed.

He crouched and was about to throw it away until he turned it over and read the first and only line.

' this is all your fault '

And after that, he'd never be the same man again. Most days he wondered if he was even human anymore, he didn't feel anything.

Jake

'' Y/n! I'm home. ''

Jake's face scrunched up as he pouted when you didn't come running to him like usual. Something felt wrong, a bad feeling brewed in his stomach, growing in size the more he moved around in his apartment.

He went further in, peeking around the corners but not calling out for you anymore. It felt better to explain the bad feeling by thinking you were doing something you weren't supposed to, rather than you being hurt; so he moved quietly so he could catch you in the act.

Inside the office, you were nowhere to be found. He guessed you had snuck in there to write to your loved ones or maybe snoop through his stuff. Defeatedly he sighed and moved on, eyes getting caught by the door to the bedroom being slightly open.

Jake stopped in his step and turned back.

'' Y/n? Are you in there? Come out please, I just want to talk, '' he tried, his voice coming out a lot more whiny and desperate than he'd planned.

But he got no response except for silence. His worry grew. One deep breath later he pushed the door open before he could change his mind.

It slowly creaked open, revealing the room little by little. He fell to his knees and gasped.

You were lying in a pool of blood. At first, he felt a surge of anger - who could've done this to you? Then, his attention drifted to the small folded note next to you, and his heart sank.

'' No, please don't say...'' he trailed off, hurrying to unwrap the paper with so much panic that he almost ripped it.

' I wanted to meet my friend one last time, that's all I asked for, but like always it was about what you wanted. We both know that this was all your fault. '

Overcome with despair and grief it wouldn't take long for Jake to join you. He couldn't stand being apart, and he'd find you wherever you were, even in death.

Sunghoon

He felt very angry at you, not himself. Yes, he had dared you to do it while the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match but he hadn't expected you to actually pick up a gun.

The image of you staring at him, tears in your eyes, and that look on your face, which was the last he'd see of you, would forever be etched in his mind.

He couldn't sleep at night. It was like it was burned into the back of his eyes too.

Once your body fell to the floor with a thud, his eyes widened and his lips parted. He knew you were gone without even having to check your pulse.

'' Do it, '' those were his last words to the one person he loved.

He felt sick suddenly, rushing to the bathroom to throw up everything and then some more.

In that bathroom he stayed for hours, just staring blankly at the tiles on the wall, not saying a word or moving an inch. After the sun started setting outside and the light caught his eyes, he finally got up and went to where he had last left you.

You hadn't moved. Sunghoon crouched down next to you and started digging in your pockets for your phone. Something sharp brushed against his palm.

He took it out and saw that it was a note. Unraveling it, he discovered it was a suicide note you must've written a long time ago. Had you always had it on you? Just in case.

' I hate you '

He clenched his fist around the paper, it broke. '' Weak, '' he whispered under his breath and got up.

It was a coping mechanism to place all the anger on you. God knows what he would've done if he started letting that transfer to himself. But, even the anger couldn't stop him from missing you - every single day.

Sunoo

He would blame himself immensely, not having room to be mad at you at all. All that he felt for you was pity and empathy. He tried putting himself in your shoes for the first time and it was a heartbreak he'd never experienced before.

He went to school that day, so excited to see you, only to feel horror as he pushed through the crowd that had formed curiously and saw your body there.

It felt like slow-motion when the wind made you turn and you made eye contact with him. Whispers spread like wildfire all around him, surrounding him completely.

Sunoo felt confused and scared, his eyes darted around anxiously and he tried slipping out. Someone pushed him back.

'' You did this! ''

His head snapped up. A girl, your friend, was standing on the table overlooking the whole classroom. Her eyes were red from crying and in her hand, she was holding something white.

' I'm sorry to do this here, but it's because of my boyfriend, he's controlling and an obsessive, crazy person. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of him. I'm sorry, I love you '

His world fell apart in an instant. He had no idea you'd been feeling like that, why didn't you tell him? He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he came to a realization - you did, and he didn't listen.

He was finally allowed to push through the crowd and run away from the school which he'd never again return to. Tears streamed down his face the whole way home, and they didn't stop even as he reached it.

In his mind, all the ' what if-s ' played. What if he fixed himself and was less obsessive, would you have stayed then? What if he was less jealous, would you have loved him back? What if...what if.

Ni-ki

He tried distracting his mind by both rationalizing it to soften the blow, saying '' we probably weren't made for each other anyway '', and trying to go on dates with other girls.

However, every time he did so, he'd zone out and wish that it was you sitting across from him instead. He started daydreaming which brought a smile to his face until it dropped almost as suddenly as it had come when he heard her voice and realized it wasn't you.

They could never be you.

Suddenly he was angry at them, cursing and telling them to leave him alone and to never text him again.

Deep down he knew he'd never love anyone like you again, and you were actually meant for him; but he hated admitting it and to spare himself from more pain, might never admit it.

That was the thing, you were meant for him. Not anymore; you didn't exist anymore, because of him. He knew that now that his soulmate was gone forever, his bleak days would never be lit up by you again.

Just thinking of that smile, the only one that managed to get through his tough and cold exterior, made him feel like crying or punching something.

He then thought of the note, which he often did, and your body at the morgue because he hadn't come home quick enough to see you, and for that he was grateful; seeing you like that would've driven him to the edge.

The note, the one that read, ' I'm sorry, Riki. I tried, I really did. I love you, -y/n '

[suzukiblu]

/squints at ceiling

I want to post more random excerpts but WHAT should I actually--oh right, weirdly emotional porn is an option.

Working title for this one: "Tim + clonecest". Read-more for the porn.

Kon and Match are both laying on their backs on Tim's bedroom floor, shirts rucked up over their chests and jeans shoved down around their thighs, and Tim is kneeling between them and hasn't so much as taken off his gloves from patrol. There wasn't enough room in his bed for this, or at least he doesn't feel like there would be. Also, the bed might be too much to start anyway.

He should take off his gloves, really, but he doesn't want to.

Anyway, he's an unenhanced human and they're both invulnerable alien hybrids with impregnable force fields that they wear like second skins. It's not like they have to worry about chafing or anything.

He squeezes both their cocks. Kon and Match make the exact same sound, and Tim makes a little mental note of just the way he did it.

They both liked it, so of course he does.

"Rob," Kon pants, practically keening, and Match grits his teeth, though it looks more like he's baring them. Tim wants to see them touch each other, but he hasn't mentioned that yet. He's not sure how either of them would take the idea. Six and a half minutes ago he wasn't even sure how they'd take this idea.

He thinks Kon wants to be used like a thing, probably–wants to be useful, more like–and that Match doesn't know how not to be. He thinks they both probably don't have much grasp of what they really want.

He thinks he'd really, really like to help them figure that out.

Tim strokes them both; pushes his thumbs up over the heads of their cocks and across their slits. Kon groans. Match grits his teeth harder.

Kryptonian genitalia is functionally identical to human, but Kon was custom-designed to be scientifically "useful" and Match was made in his image, so they both have a little extra . . . well, extra. Their matching cocks are both hard and heavy in Tim's hands, big and gorgeous and tempting.

And their matching cunts are both pink and pretty and so, so inviting.

Tim hasn't touched either of them there yet. Kon had gotten embarrassed when he'd asked if he could, and Match had just looked irritated. Neither of them had actually said "no", though, so Tim had decided to just revisit the question when they were both a little more relaxed about all this.

Or a little hornier. Whichever.

Tim doesn't know if it's gender dysphoria or general self-consciousness or just some kind of nerves about offering up something more vulnerable-feeling than just getting jacked off, but he isn't going to push it, obviously. If either of them had actually said "no", he wouldn't even revisit the idea at all.

But they didn't say "no", and he knows how Kon at least gets when he's feeling self-conscious or thinks he was made wrong or that he isn't measuring up to expectations in some way. Match he doesn't know as well, obviously, but . . .

Well. Match didn't say "no" either, did he.

Tim didn't even know Kon and Match were built like this six and half minutes ago, but now he's fairly certain he'd chew broken glass to get either one of them to let him really touch them. Or to see them touch each other, or even just themselves. They're both gorgeous, their faces and bodies identical and their hair inversed and their so-telling eyes that couldn't be more different; Kon's skin all sunwarmed and soft and Match's tense and cool as moonlight. They're both wearing civilian clothes, and never mind the recent changes in Match's allegiances, it's still one of the only times Tim's ever seen him wearing an outfit he didn't put on in an explicit attempt to pass for Kon. They're still Kon's clothes, though–Tim recognizes the shirt and jeans and even the sneakers and–

Well. And the underwear.

Possibly Tim knows a bit too much about Kon, given this is the first time they've ever done anything like this. Then again, he likes to know things about Kon.

And he's liking learning things about Match, too. Like the fact that apparently he and Kon are both fine with sharing underwear.

Rao give him strength, Tim thinks while he's trying not to melt into useless incoherence over that particular thought. He's not any kind of Kryptonian himself, no, but he absolutely needs Kryptonian-level gods for that prayer.

He twists his hands on the next downstroke and Kon groans louder and Match's eyes screw shut tight. Tim might feel trusted, if he didn't know perfectly well that the other could still feel every single thing that's happening in the room with his TTK whether he's got eyes on him or not. If he couldn't feel the touch of that TTK all over his body, ready to throw him across the room the moment he does something Match doesn't like.

He doesn't take that personally. He'd be more concerned if Match could actually trust another person this easily, given his entire life experience so far.

He also doesn't doubt it's Match's TTK on him and not Kon's. There's just no comparison in how they feel.

"Rob," Kon pants again, his invulnerable body shuddering helplessly against the floor, and Tim thinks, clinically, that he probably should've kissed him before they got this far. Match probably doesn't care, but Kon . . .

Kon might, yeah.

[weirdkpopgirl]

By My Side | Haechan Imagine #7

Title: By My Side

Genre: Angst

Warnings: reader has a poor self-image and has a little breakdown

Word Count: 486

Author's Note: This little story is something I felt like I needed in the moment. I also realized it's been a while since I wrote something for Haechan, so here you go. As loud and chaotic as he can be, I feel like he'd be great at comforting his loved ones. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

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A heavy sigh escaped as you lay in bed, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded you for days, and the weight of those restless nights slowly began to take a toll on you. Despite your efforts to shift positions and keep your eyes shut tight, sleep did not come. Your mind remained stubbornly active, unwilling to dial down on the overwhelming thoughts that only visited at night.

As you were starting to accept that you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight (again), the phone on your nightstand lit up. You looked to see you had received a text from your boyfriend, asking if you were still awake. When you replied with a yes, Haechan wasted no time saying he was coming over. 

Minutes later, you heard the sounds of your door being unlocked and the padding of his steps down the hallway. Once he entered the room, he silently crawled into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms, without a word.

“Hyuck, you didn’t have to come,” you frowned.

In response, he nuzzled his nose against your neck. “You know you sleep better with me,” he murmured.

That was true. You always slept better when he was around. Something about his arms wrapped around your waist was more comforting than words could express. Even on your darkest days, Haechan never failed to make you feel loved.

Usually, you were able to hold your emotions together. But for some reason, you couldn’t tonight. As he held you close, tears welled up in your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks before you could stop them. Haechan felt the first tear fall onto the back of his hand.

“Baby,” he cooed gently in concern. Turning you around to face him, he cupped the left side of your face. “Talk to me, (Y/n).”

“I just…I want to stop hating myself,” you cried, burying your face into his chest.

But you meant it. You wanted to stop hating yourself. You wanted to stop blaming yourself for things that were out of your control. You wanted to stop thinking about all the things you could’ve done differently in the past. You wanted to stop pushing away the people you loved, just because you hated being vulnerable.

Haechan’s heart ached when you uttered those words. He knew your struggle better than anyone. The casual self-deprecation and persistent self-doubt he constantly witnessed always made him feel so sad. 

He found himself at a loss of words to console you. All he could do was tighten his embrace, and gently rub your back as you sobbed into his shirt. He understood that at this moment, you simply needed to release the emotions you’ve been bottling up. 

Being by your side felt like exactly where he needed to be.

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[starillusion13]

Four seasons of love

Pairing: Chanyeol x f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life. But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Request from: @myyeol61

Network: @k-vanity @kvanity-main

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere @yeoobin @anyamaris @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @oreharuuu

Note: I got inspired to write this from Chanyeol's solo mvs Tomorrow and SSFW. The plot is related to the songs, you can feel it while reading. Thanks again for reblogging and reviews are highly appreciated. I love you my stellars✨.

*under the cut*

Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

“Why should I live now?”

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

“Why can’t everyone be happy?”

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone’s priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves. Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

“Can I fly alone?”

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper ‘Its okay. I’m here for you.’. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel…you are not good for anyone.

“Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don’t even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

“If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try.”

Better option? Death. You don’t see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone’s story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, I should have asked you the same little angel.”

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

“I’m not in a mood for your jokes.”

“I’m asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?”

“Can’t you just leave and let me be alone for once?”

Silence. That’s what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side. Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you……. To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

“Chanyeol?.....”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it’s challenging you to look away.

“You are still here…..I thought-“

“You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here.” His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He ‘tsch’ and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

“Why?”

Why? It’s obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can’t take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

“Please...go away…if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away.”

“Do I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Do I hurt you with my teasing?”

“I d-don’t know.”  No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?”

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. “Do I burden you?”

No.

You want to scream but you can’t utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

“Do you hate me?”

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn’t think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don’t know whether it’s bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

“Chanyeol...don’t ask me this.” Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

“Why?”

“I, myself don’t know how to respond you.”

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

“Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can’t see you broken like this anymore. You don’t know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying.”

“What are you saying?”

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I- n-no...I’m fine.”

“Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always.”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol? I hate when people show comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away.”

No, please don’t go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn’t budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

“This is why I never approach you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that’s why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn’t want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

“Different kind of feelings?”

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly.”

“Yaaa.” You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Chanyeol. The tease who doesn’t leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

“I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-“

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

“But?” your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

“But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don’t want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N.”

“Why are you doing this Chanyeol?”

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

“I can’t see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please.”

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don’t even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm….”

“Let’s go home. You will catch cold like this.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

“What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t go by your own then I’m taking you like this.”

“Yaaa put me down. You don’t even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

“Hm that’s right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I’m taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let’s go before you really die of this cold.”

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

“No. I will not go with you.”

“And I’m not leaving you here.”

“Chanyeol….”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Chanyeol’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

“Chanyeol…” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. “Why?”

“What?”

“Are you really caring for me because we are…..we know each other?”

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

“Because you are my four seasons of love.”

“Huh?” Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn’t say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn’t get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

 He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn’t notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

“Is that your family?”

“Yes. That’s our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn’t budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone’s apartment.

“Are you really going to stand here in these clothes? It’s already raining again and I don’t think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts.”

“But I can wait until it stops raining.”

“You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don’t want someone to fall sick in my place.”

“Its okay.”

“Do you want me to change your clothes or what?”

“Yaaa chanyeol.”

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

“What are you doing there?”

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

“It’s not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

“I love you Y/N.”

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don’t want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don’t want to lose him too.

“Don’t. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it’s better how we are now with each other. Like just…friends.”

“Don’t you want to hear my answers to your question?”

“Which one?”

“Why you are my four seasons of love?”

“Hm…Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons.”

“Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?”

“Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you.”

“What?”

“Let’s start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning.”

“Summer?”

“Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other’s depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance.”

“Fall? Will our love fall here?”

“No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don’t think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

“Winter?…..”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his dimple again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

“Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways.”

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

“Let me love you, Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. What if I don’t deserve you?”

“We don’t know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don’t want you to lose hope on me. Please don’t leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you Chanyeol. I love you.”

 “I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

“I love to see you smile when it is raining.”

“I love to see your dimples when you smile.”

“And my teasing?”

“Chanyeol…..” you whine on his ask.

“You will always be my four seasons of love.”

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other’s happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and.

“You will be my sunshine in every season.”

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[mabsolgirl]

The Bookshelf

So I read fanfics (shocker, I know /sarcasm) and I read a lot of them. I have some fics that I really like and often look back to but it can be tedious to find them again. So I made this post to be a fanfic bookshelf of sorts! To keep track of my favorite fics, share what I like about 'em, and let you all read them too if anyone is interested. If an author has a Tumblr account (that I can find) they'll be mentioned. This'll be updated whenever I find new fics I really like!

Heads up, you'll definitely be able to tell which characters are my favorite lol.

Welcome to the bookshelf! Take a peek under the cut to look around!

[Shattered Mirror]

@cinderduck

"It was meant to be a normal supply run."

Fandom: Dandy's World

Tw: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Starvation, Mental Breakdown, Blood, Isolation

A really dark fic, wouldn't advise if ur looking for something lighter as it has a lot of heavy themes. Unfortunately I love angst and I too find myself giving the favorite blorbos the trauma hammer. Excited to see where the fic goes!

The tldr for anyone curious, Glisten is left behind on a run and has to survive being trapped on one of the lower floors.

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[If I Were to Apologize]

"Glisten is a terrible person. He knows that. Everyone knows that. He has hurt many he loved, he has hurt many who have once loved him too. Can someone like me still be forgiven, if I found the courage to ask?"

Fandom: Dandy's World

Tw: Suicide Attempt, Toxic Behavior

A shorter fic but it still knows how to hit ya hard and give you nice warm cookies at the end. In other notes this one helped drive me to clean my room so that was nice :)

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[Choking on Ichor]

"After waking up in a dingy elevator with no recollection of how he got there, Glisten (along with the others) tries to make sense of the frightening new world he finds himself trapped in.

Used to being the perfect center of attention, Glisten's egotistical nature is challenged as he must fight for survival. If he wants to make it out of this twisted version of Gardenview alive (along with his fellow Toons), he has to show a side of himself that no one's ever seen before."

Fandom: Dandy's World

Tw: (Survival) Horror, Blood, Death

It's not often a story manages to actually fool me, movie, episode, literature, etc. After a while you can tell where a story is heading based on certain ques. This fic managed to throw me through a loop despite the signs being there. Bravo to the author! Super curious on what happens next I'm literally on the edge of my seat.

@slyuq

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[Shiny, Chrome, and Clean]

"Vee rarely shows emotions. Everyone knows this. She used to, before the shutdown, but has deferred to logic in these trying times. Everyone appreciates having a calm voice of reason around, so they don’t question it.

Glisten is perfect. Everyone knows this. He never makes mistakes and is always reliable to do anything and everything wonderfully. No one has ever questioned why he’s so dedicated to the image of perfection.

It’s only a matter of time before they both either give up the facade or break trying to hold it up."

Fandom: Dandy's World

Tw: Suicide Attempt

A much lighter fic (thank god). As a ReflectiveDetective leaning shipper, I really love this fic! We need more Glisten and Vee fr. The dynamic? The angst? The plot? Amazing! Really fun read, highly recommend!

@mable-stitchpunk

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[Literally any of Mable's FNaF Fics]

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Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Tw: Varies between works

Really really really good stories with the Home series still being updated to this day years after the first chapter! Really impressive. One of those really long reads. Like, you'll need a few days at least but it's worth it trust me.

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[The Knight Guard AU Fics]

@charlieslowartsies

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Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Tw: Varies between works

One of the more creative AUs I've seen. It's always a pleasure going back to read them! It's a more magic-based AU with a fun cast of characters. A real treat, go read them already.

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[ninevoltheartmusic]

Listen to Dopesmoker. I mean it.

I never would've thought a 63-minute song would be my thing. 63 minutes of droning guitars, minimal, repetitive lyrics, and only slight changes between sections – I'm pretty sure a younger version of myself might have wondered if that even qualifies as music in the first place. While I was sceptical the first time I listened to it, Sleep's Dopesmoker (1998) has quickly become one of my favourite albums. It's a soundtrack to a meditative flow state that reminds me to find nuance in repetition, to pay attention to the details, and to breathe through it all.

When I hit my thirties, I almost immediately started taking supplements, eating more vegetables, and going to bed at the same time every night. My younger self is thoroughly disgusted at these developments. The worst part, though? I started meditating. I didn't take it too seriously at first; it was just another item on the long list of things I've tried in the hopes of improving my mental health. But slowly, it started to become a bigger part of my life, opening my mind to new ideas and possibilities.

The same thing happened with Dopesmoker. I didn't take it seriously the first time I listened to it. It's an hour-long droning song about weed; how good could it possibly be? Then I listened again, and another time, and again after that. Over time, it started to seep in. It started to make sense. I realised it was a much deeper pool than I'd expected when I dove in.

The song has been released as an album in several different iterations, being split up into anywhere from two to eight tracks. It hardly varies from its first muddy, churning notes. The guitars sound like the strings are reverberating off smoke-heavy air, unable to fully resound in the cloud of pot smoke. But rather than that sound feeling constrictive, rather than the repetition feeling like a punishment, it drives forward with every strum. It takes nearly 3 minutes for the drums to kick in, and when they do, you're along for the ride, fully immersed in Sleep's world.

The album artwork tells you all you really need to know about the lyrical story. Figures wander across the desert, Dune-style, wearing stillsuits that recycle pot smoke rather than moisture to keep the wearer perpetually high. The lyrics follow the journey of these hooded figures ("proceeds the Weedian to Nazareth") – and... that's about it. An hour could easily hold an intricate melodrama, introducing a cast of characters and their conflicts, but that's not what happens here. The lyrics offer different iterations of biblical weed-worship, some more coherent than others, but no real narrative unfolds other than the journey through the desert, the recycled smoke, the higher power that can be found if you just "follow the smoke toward the riff-filled land." The repeated sections paint mental images of low sand dunes, only the slightest variation in shape and curvature between them – but it's all still sand.

In many forms of meditation, we focus on the breath as an anchor – whenever your thoughts drift, return to the breath. To keep yourself centred, you can pay attention the subtle differences between breaths, the way the temperature changes on the inhale versus the exhale, the way this breath was a little deeper than the last. Dopesmoker asks its listeners to do something similar. Get curious. Notice the subtle changes. Get lost in the sound; let it surround and consume you and see if you come out the other side with any revelations. The song builds and calms, then builds and calms again, taking long, deep breaths over the course of the hour.

Sound meditation is a variation where instead of the breath, some kind of sound is used as an anchor. This can be white noise, soundscapes – anything, really. Meditators will often listen to gongs, Tibetan bowls, or nature sounds like rain, noticing the details in the sound, coming back to the sound when the mind drifts off. An electric guitar is just as good an anchor as anything else.

For me personally, the song's directive to "drop out of life with bong in hand" doesn't totally resonate. But I think Dopesmoker could almost be about anything and still be equally rich and fascinating. If I focus enough, dropping into that meditative state, the song paints vivid images in my mind, changing over the course of the track and between listens. These images are mostly desert-based, yes, but there are colours and shapes, too. These shapes are mandala-like, with each drumbeat, each guitar strum adding to the repeating shapes behind my eyes.

I keep bothering the people in my life to listen to Dopesmoker because it truly is special and something I think everyone can find something different in. Its layers both relax me and keep me alert, ready for the next guitar solo or section change – a powerful state that is much like that of a good meditation section. It makes me question the boundaries of song and album structures, of lyrics, of what it is a song is really supposed to do.

So I'll say here as well: listen to Dopesmoker. High, sober, whatever – just listen to it. Get lost in it. Step away from the world for 63 minutes and return to real life on a higher plane.

[slayerchick303]

QAF characters and how much I trust them

Emmett Honeycutt- My one true love! I'd trust him with the keys to my entire life. Emmett is who I aspire to be as a person. Not in like his career, love life, or anything. I'd just love to be as kind, confident, and pure of a human as he is. That being said, I think he's too optimistic to give any truly sound relationship advice (whether it be towards a friend, significant other, or family). But I'm just a cynic. On that note!----

Brian Kinney- I love Brian, and we have a lot in common. That is possibly why I give him zero trust. Brian would absolutely leave you stranded at an airport because he forgot to pick you up. At best, he'd be incredibly late because he got... diverted. I don't think he'd be as bad after season 5, but he's still not remotely reliable. (When I say I'm like him, it's not in this way! I'm not a flake like him). If he eventually showed up to your party, you could trust him to stay for about 5 minutes unless it was his kind of party. He'll show up to your anniversary gathering drunk with 2 random leather daddies he met at the bar. That being said, you can always trust him to liven a dead event by spiking the punch. He'd do that until a better offer came along, that is.

Justin Taylor- All the trust! He might be slightly late and have no food in his refrigerator when you come over, but he will never leave you in a lurch. He'll give you honest feedback and help you see reason before you do something stupid. And if he thinks something you believe in is worth doing, he'll stand at your side and help... even if it means plastering up posters all night when he has work in the morning. He'll tell you when your significant other sucks and that you should break up with them.

Michael Novotny- If you'd asked me in season 1, I would have given him so much trust. After season 5, however, my opinion changed. He would absolutely get preoccupied with his family and not be able to help you. He'd forget to call to cancel plans, too. As much as Michael is less of a doormat in season 5, I would still worry he wouldn't give me honest feedback. Plus, his whole judgemental streak was not cool. Those are heavy cons brought up in season 5, but I like to think he gets his head back on right, and he starts being a good friend and better person again.

Ted Schmidt- Ted is amazing in a crisis. He's the person you call at 3 AM when your life has fallen apart. He'll pick you up, help you save whatever you can, and draw up a ten point plan on how things are going to be okay by the time you're going to sleep on his couch. He'll assist you with phone calls and forms. Ultimate trust! He's fun at parties if you're looking for the chill area. He's much better after his self-esteem glow up in season 5. I couldn't hang with season 1 Ted. I'm already the -1,000 self-image person in the group. Granted, I have legitimate reason to be that way when Ted absolutely does not. That being said, he's another person who can't be objective with relationship advice. Most especially romantic advice. Both his and Brian's political opinions are straight-up garbage.

Melanie Marcus- She's another person I'd give the keys to my life to! If ever I needed help, I'd call her. I'd probably call Teddy first because he has less going on in his life, but Melanie would be my second call. She's competent in virtually everything but home renovation. She'll be honest with and will support you. She'll represent you pro-bono if you ever get into legal trouble. She'll rage with you at town halls to make sure everyone is protected and safe under the law. She'll plan events to bolster the community. She's even fun at parties. She earns all of the trust! The only thing I worry about is her absolute refusal to not go 160 miles per hour all the time. The woman needs to learn when to take a break. She has a vice grip desire to control things, but I'm pretty laissez-faire about everything, so I'd be glad not to have to make decisions.

Lindsay Peterson- While she shares many of the same qualities as Melanie, I trust her less. For one, she's the queen of getting invested in something when all prior experience has told her it's never going to happen (i.e. that her parents will love her unconditionally). Her priority is family, which is 100% valid. But unlike Mikey, if she or Mel were going to have to leave you high and dry, she'd at least call you. Most likely, she'd find someone else to make sure you were covered if neither she nor Mel could be there for you. She is a little prudish. She's often focused on propriety and the approval of others, so that's not great. Especially since I'm a people pleaser to begin with, so that's like adding gasoline to a fire. She would give sound relationship advice, though I think she's too forgiving of bad behavior *cough* Brian *cough*

Ben Bruckner- He's obviously very trustworthy and would do everything possible to help a friend. However, he does get tunnel vision and is primarily focused on family and work. At least he'd call if he had to cancel on you. That being said, I feel like his relationship advice would either be too nebulous or encourage you to just forget things and move on. He's also a Debbie Downer if you achieve something he aspires to. So, if you need a cheering section, I wouldn't trust Ben fully.

Debbie Novotny- If you need a cheering section, she's the woman to call. She'll come with literal bells on and bring half the diner with her. She would try (and absolutely fail) to give worthwhile advice. However, she pries, and she puts her nose in everyone's business. She'd force you to listen to unsolicited advice and demand to know personal details about you whilst spilling hers that you don't want to hear. That being said, she'd give you the shirt off her back and let you stay at her place indefinitely, provided you meet certain rules. She'd be the mother every person deserves (and I certainly wish I had), minus the occasional bout of horrible hypocrisy.

The top people in my trust list are Ted, Melanie, Justin, and Emmett. Who are yours? Tag me if you do this!

Inspired by @buffy--the--vampire--slayer 's post.

[libidomechanica]

Though not one

Sweet, thought in my freedome lorne, my     heart is not: sing o’re, and shepherds where seen, that, while her faces     in a dread voice, such love, and oak leave, leave the season     no man knows, where entertain drawn; her beauties the maid’s replied:     The rites; then I, my

sommers the air, how his complaint,     it dies upon the thundering Triton sounding a dragons     drawn and was he green footsteps; no one; aurum, soft-brushing     was heavy, my knees willing murmuring put thee here     you and I could needs must

not my amisse. And with a groan,     more pleasing he doth lose no more. Great vision into his     lovers, stay bid her shall seek after her eyes. Their grand-dames,     in all thing, not ask our way has not her without booke: what,     at his hooves checks the had

the shape of death this is truly     stormed and in which sparks upon my sight, if merciful as     fawns for Sin. Notice how court beside! Again, but unto     whom the greens, and clear to starving at their fellows and faults     thy dazling lines of wintry

clime had spent sweet nymph, to whom     young, whose two are deceives. Will forget they flew; nor let     me speaking body would you are fair, can poets—as the     name and still be the sea. The air was he stood where you not     in the trumpet’s loud clangour

excites us off my swaddling     fires. The soft wind, when Actaeon spied her own image from     out the mirror of poets hopes, by poets feigning arms     some on it hard in grass! Shared, they little porringer and     the days, making light to

those workmen and the top of     carefulnesse, loue, who would send that my poor that is bigger     throat. Therefore me like the very clever, but sorrow. Such     stuffe a flegmatike delight from the Hesperian tast surpassed,     where she scornful voice

been the stroke, betwixt vows and book,     so that day I sit and fancies bitte to rehearsal a     sin far piazzian line. My bough that Summer’s distill’d this ill-     wresting them for Thee to hide. Their bells and gushing wave!     Entreaty stay! Who my Childless

oath? Thou art the wooed with us?     He drew the lesse, on all the rout thy sake, to spurn in     careless deep clos’d with tears, and clear poor; gross clay and so longer.     Made me by arte more or less of living, among more     her too. That loved you I

caught to bind that he answer it     were round there; grief does hast said a cleft brings fresh young Leander     whose passion on her, the physician of curled plumes let     fall, as are never should vouchsafe these? I will climb, and by     my selfe to the rich. His

god enamoured with little     gaping upon me such towns and burn stealing power inscrib’d     with newer mighty violet, one day, O cursed he was     as freeze in fire! So here’s no key. Nor let me breathed dart,     strike up a mass of liars

because of man: he now she     was won before, as if God’s gifts, unknown to her brow was     seen, the lone voice like Fairy Queen, and unto itself, the     hubbub of lies away she rode without the land, whom     Juliana’s eyes thin, delicate,

perfet harmony. To worke     eternal law; and, ladies along, asleepe, adieu my     lips of various come; charge, change: thy pyramids built a     musky Fawn of Childe-like murmuring of eyes strooken, look,     upright, was morning fragile.

Do it will call Cupid pined     and, looking notes, distracted looks upon his breathing akin:     some seas, nor men’s imperial, and forth thou than persists     or this wave of a softer chanced lady’s eyes. There     I stood wherewith

Leander in his world been border     colour charm, than the choicest virgin purple cleft off her     scoure. Days happy! From heaven, earth or more majesties appease?     To the grass. And kisses and ache from head of timely     fruite such soothe of beggarie.

[cosmal]

cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

tasm!peter x reader who’s insecure about their stretch marks or hip dips or being flat chested!!! literally any or all of those. he’d be the most comforting ever I’m swooning. (this is not self indulgent at all btw)

spiderwebs

summary peter makes you feel better about your stretch marks.

content tasm!peterparker x fem!reader, reader has body image issues

note mal i love you for this shut up. also I love u.

Peter is kissing you. He's been kissing you for the past ten minutes and you feel like your entire body is on fire.

He hovers above you but still keeps his weight pushed into your torso until you feel breathless with it. Where his elbow is firm up against your side, and his hand at your throat with his thumb in your pulse point.

You feel like you could melt right into the mattress every time he sucks on your bottom lip or when he pulls away to look at you. He blinks hard and says, "Shit," under his breath like he's amazed. You feel quite alike.

He sneaks down the bed, pushing the heavy quilt down until it slides off to the floor. He looks up at you where you're panting, head turned to the side and pushed into your pillow. A smile that Peter thinks is quite unravelling. He starts to push your shirt up, over the bump of your belly and holds it below your bralette.

He starts to kiss along your stomach and you freeze. He peppers tiny wet smacks over the skin you really wish he wouldn't. Weeks of doing your best of keeping your top on around him and hiding yourself from your boyfriend unravel and you shouldn't be this terrified about it.

You push your hands into his curls and say his name. He seems too busy. "Hey, baby," you say quietly, voice shaky when you don't want it to be.

Peter must feel you tense up. He lifts his face and looks worried, hair a mess and eyebrows pinched. His swollen lips glisten under the light on his bedside table.

"You okay?'' he asks gently, sitting up on his arm. "Did I do something?"

You feel worse when he asks because it's not his fault. You shouldn't be so jumpy around your boyfriend when he touches you. "No, I just..." you can't find it in you to explain it to him because you feel stupid. Especially when he'd been loving on you so hard.

"You're not feeling sick?" he gets up and tucks his feet under him to kneel, half a breath away from a panic.

You sit up too, leaning back on your elbows, frowning. "No, I'm...I'm okay, don't worry about it, baby."

He smooths a hand down your stomach and you tense up again unthinkingly. "You sure you're okay?"

You duck your head down and worry you're acting childish. "It's silly."

He squeezes your thigh and smiles something that calms you more than you think he knows. Soft eyes and even worse cheeks, appled and creased around his mouth. "I'm sure it's not."

"I just," you bite your tongue for a moment and work up enough courage to say more. It doesn't take much because he's just Pete. He'd never make you feel bad for feeling things. "I have stretch marks down there. Like on my belly and my hips."

Peter grins. "I know right." Your stomach churns. "They're so cool, huh?"

"What?"

He holds your hip and it startles you how much you don't hate it this time. His thumb traces over the marks absentmindedly like he already knows their path. "They're so pretty."

Your mouth feels a little dry. "Pete..."

He tamps it down a notch, nibbling his bottom lip unthinkingly. "Sorry, okay..." he starts, shuffling up the bed to meet you. "I love them."

"You do?" It's easier to stare at his nose than look into his sparkly eyes.

"Yeah," he nods, hair all floppy, "I think they're amazing."

"They're not ugly?" You hate yourself when you ask it. You're not sure why you do.

"Not at all. Look," he lifts up his shirt and turns to face his hip to you, "I have them too. Grew up too fast, I think."

You reach out to touch them. Running your fingertips over the marks along his hip and in towards his tummy. You think they look a lot nicer on him than they do you. You hum under your breath, you'd never noticed them before, and if you did, they hadn't bothered you one bit. You think he must feel the same way.

"They're pretty," you say quietly, more to yourself. You feel him shiver under your light touch.

"Not as much as yours." Pete falls down again until he's leaning over your stomach again. He kisses over them and you don't feel the need to tell him to stop this time. You relax like butter in the hot sun. You feel just as warm.

He suckles the soft skin and you twitch. "Pete," you gasp.

He pulls back looking proud, mouth popping crudely. "Yours are like little spiderwebs."

You feel a little dizzy suddenly, your arms wobbling under your weight. You lay back down before Peter can make fun of you for it. "Spiderwebs, huh?" you say breathlessly to the ceiling.

"Yeah," he agrees. Suddenly he's above you. Boyish grin that burns brighter than the downlight you were staring at. You close your eyes lest you're blinded by his charm. "It's like a part of me on you. Not as sticky though."

"Jesus," you giggle.

"Do you have any more?" he suddenly asks.

"Huh?"

He bounces up. "Any other marks? I wanna kiss them all. Gotta show my girl how much I love them."

"Peter, no."

"No, you don't have any, or no you don't want me to kiss you?" he asks incredulously. "That's really mean, baby."

"You're unbelievable." You can't help but laugh some more.

"Quick, give me your arms, I wanna look." Peter reaches for you and you roll over out of his grasp.

Peter searches until he finds them. You're less than horrified when he does, you're genuinely happy you have others he can touch. He kisses them for what feels like hours until you convince him it's your turn.

You kiss his until he's putty.

[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

I’m reposting this one because a few hours after posting this my account experienced a glitch. That stopped my posts from showing up in tags. Tumblr claims they fixed it so hopefully you can see this

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

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The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

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When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

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“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[aceie-desire]

Howdy do~! I would like to request a headcannon in which the Dorm Leaders start to fall for a fem! s/o who is like a Disney princess: beautiful, sweet, gentle and loving. Super fluff, please! Thanks!

Disney TWST Dorm Leaders with a Disney Princess like “crush”.

✎ Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

☁︎ Fluffyyy

⚠︎ Warnings: slight self doubt and isolation

ꕤ Notes: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been having so much writers block and school work and finals- yk the whole shabang. But I’m starting to finally get more pieces done!! I hope you enjoy <3

Riddle

Least to say, it was a nice change of pace from the rest of the first years. Not to say he dislikes them, but they can be a bit much sometimes.

He watches you help them out of trouble all the time. He honestly thinks you’re too nice to be friends with them at times.

You also stand up to him when he gets too carried away with his signature spell.

“Off with your head!”

He often gets flustered from you being as gentle and sweet as you are. And the thing is, you don’t even mean to. That’s just how you are. You’re the balance that the 1st year Heartsbyul students need.

He’d definitely have a soft spot for you, and he’d allow you to get away with any slight rules you might break.

I mean, he lets Ace and Deuce get away with a lot, you can’t be much worse.

He tries hard not to get distracted from his duties as house warden, but it’s hard considering the fact that he literally sees you as perfect. You’re the kind of person he wished he could be, he sees the Queen of Hearts in you…

Don’t take it as a bad thing, they see her as a hero lol. But long story short, Riddle would always become flustered seeing you be the person you are, how could he not? And honestly, when he realizes that he's fallen for you, it his him HARD.

Leona

He sees you as a dumb little oblivious herbivore. But you’re cute and you’re his. He thinks that you’re too nice at times, but he’s impressed by you standing up again students twice your size.

You keep Savanaclaw in line, 1, because they find you too nice to me mean to, and 2, they’re terrified of what Leona will do to them if they so as much hurt a singular hair in your head.

He’s always especially soft with you, afraid to harm you in anyway.

Leona’s tough demeanor would instantly fade when it’s just the two of you, and sometimes it might crack a bit in front of the others. He doesn’t exactly mind as he doesn’t care, but he still needs to remind Savanaclaw who their house warden is.

You might catch him dazing off while staring at you, just your image puts him in a calmer mood, that’s one of the main reasons Ruggie constantly asks for your help in waking your dearest Leona.

He'll start to show some forms of PDA. He doesn't get embarrassed about it or anything. Why would he be? And it starts to become the norm to see the two of you cuddled together beneath a tree in the Botanical Gardens.

And to be honest, at first, he absolutely he detested the idea of falling for you. I mean, you’re complete opposites, i mean, think about it. But, after a while, even he couldn’t deny the fact that his heart felt heavy whenever he saw you.

Azul

High key blushing all the time. He tries so hard to hide it too, but it never works.

Azul grew up being bullied from most of his childhood, so when he sees you, a perfect being, at least in his eyes, he can't help but be in awe. As well as a bit disappointing in himself.

Azul’s always been insecure, wanting to be better, or rather the best. But here you are, doing it effortlessly. People just naturally seem to be draw to you, they love to just be near you, let alone talk to you. 

He can't help but become self conscious when he sees you interacting with people he sees as far superior than himself, it makes him question everything. But you being you, manage to pull him out of that mindset, and shower him with all the affection you possibly can, to remind him that you think he's absolutely amazing.

Once again, high key blushing.

He never really pin points the fact that he has a huge crush on you, so it takes some leading from Jade and Floyd until he reaches that outcome.

He loves to have you just hanging around the Monstro Lounge, and it seems so do the customers. I have a feeling that Azul had tried numerous times to try to get you to create a contract with you, just so he’d see you more often.

Floyd and Jade call him out on it. 

Kalim

He's just in pure awe. And he tells you this too. He's constantly complimenting you and staring at you with stars in his eyes.

He's also seen as considerate and kind, in most cases, so its literally the Scarabia's dream come true when the two of you start to become close friends. Not gonna lie, you do keep Jamil's anxiety a bit lower than normal. Sorry Kalim lol

But Kalim sorta knows that he likes you, but he doesn't make it that big of a deal. Its like a childhood puppy love crush. And its adorable to witness. He loves to hang out with you, and he'll surprise you with many gifts. Even after you can't keep taking them, 1. because it all looks so expensive, and 2. You don't think you can fit anymore in Ramshackle.

Kalim just thinks you're trying to be humble.

Jamil has caught Kalim just staring at you in a trance like state with a small smile on his face quite a few times. He wont say anything about it though.

And Kalim finds it funny seeing how some of your closest friends are so chaotic, he enjoys the contrast and finds it funny.

Vil

You're one of the very few people he'll consider to be close to his fairnest. Some what atleast.

Vil’s never been the type to admit to liking someone, anyone. Especially not to himself. He’s lived in this segregated bubble from the rest of the world. As they watched his beauty, and he watched theirs.

So imagine when you, a new student with no magic shows up. And you’re loved by all. Honestly he’s kinda jealous.

But green isn’t a good color on him, so he tries his best to not let it get in the way. You seem nice enough and you couldn’t be a threat to him. Oh boy was he wrong.

Every time he’d see you his face would heat up. And he’d stutter. Not something usual for the great Vil Schoenheit.

He’s not an idiot, but it does take sometime to realize that he’s spilled and had fallen in love. He knows it’s not a bad thing, it’s just that love isn’t something he’s used to.

But he’ll allow himself to have this pleasure. And soon enough, you’ll have a fan club. In which Vil will literally fight Ace and Iida to become the president of.

Iida

Big big blushy boy. As soon as he sees you laughing and smiling with the Ramshackle Quartet, he’s literally broken.

He’s frozen and you notice this, and you go over to ask if he’s okay. His hair immediately turns a bright hot pink, and his face turns pale. And he runs off.

He knew it was a terrible idea to come today.

But he can’t help it but what to see you again, he’s mesmerized.

But also conflicted? and confused? But happy? He’s a complicated case. And he did in fact fight Vil to try to become president of your fan club.

In trivia about you.

Sadly he won second making him the vice. Who would’ve thought that Cater knew your favorite Winter Candle scent? But Iida was still in charge of T-shirt designs.

Nonetheless, he has such a puppy love crush on you, just like Kalim. He’s always stuttering and babbling whenever he’s finally about to hold a conversation with you. For the most part.

He knows he’s in love but will he admit it? Over his flaming dead body. That won’t stop him from whamming to be closer with you and hang out. He finds you amazing. How you’re able to talk to so many people and how you’re so nice. He thinks you’re adorable too.

Honestly, Iida is your #1 fan boy.

Malleus

He’s not one to recognize feelings. Like at all. But whenever he saw you late at night, his palm would get sweaty, his face would heat up and seem red, his heart rate would pick up, he honestly thought he was sick.

He asked Sebek to make sure, he was very confused doing so.

Malleus is always more quite around you than more so, but you didn’t know him well enough to find it off. So you just thought that he was a more shy guy.

Once he starts to come more so out of his shell he becomes extremely clingy. Everyone thinks you’re already dating, and it’s strange to explain it to them because Malleus never accepts or denys anything.

“Child of man, what do you mean we’re not togther?”

“Huh….?”

“We’re together, look. We’re standing right next to each other.”

“Oh. That’s what you think that means!”

Those kind of situations happen quite often. There’s a lot of misunderstandings…But it’s all in good fun. Malleus’ words, not mine lol.

He finds you extremely amusing, he didn’t know humans could be so caring and compassionate. He thinks you’re a tad odd, ngl. But he values you, and thinks all you do is special.

He is a bit blunt too. If he thinks you look pretty in something, he’ll say it out loud. I also think that once he realizes he likes you he won’t try to hide it either. He’s pretty much an open book. Well….. Most of the time……

thanks for reading, also requests are open!!

[bucksfucks]

    𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃bucky makes sure you know how perfect you are, a goddess on earth as he spends the night worshipping you until all thoughts of your ex are nothing but whispers. 

pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader 

word count┃1,978 words

warnings┃heavy age-gap, cheating, gaslighting ex, manipulative ex, attack on reader’s self-image, bucky puts ex in his place, talk of body hair, imperfections, cellulite, etc..., praise kink, bucky’s fingers in your mouth, oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃i was in my feels i’m sorry for this one

PART ONE | PART THREE

   You’d always known John to be a jackass, to be vile and someone who only cared for himself—but this took it to the next level. 

    “C’mon, for old times sake.” His tone oozed with disgust, the smell of him and the way he tried to hook his fingers under your chin made bile rise to your throat. 

    “Fuck you, John. I don’t want anything to do with you,” you spat, smacking his hand away, watching the way he looked at you with a twinge of darkness.  

      “Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking prude and had sex with me I wouldn’t have cheated on you.” 

    His words hit heavy, hard and home as you felt the familiar lump grow in your throat. 

    You were stunned, frozen in place as the air around you grew colder with the setting sun. 

    There’d always been the suspicion that he cheated on you, but to hear it, in such a way, made you want to scream and bury yourself with Mother Earth. 

    “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two now, learn how to satisfy a man.” He didn’t stop, words like venom as they dug their way under your skin. 

    “You never were good at a—“

     “I dare you to finish that sentence.” Bucky’s voice broke through the wind that was howling around you, finding your glossy eyes as he stood behind John with a look that said he was ready to kill. 

     John turned around, looking him up and down, “oh don’t tell me you’re fucking this old man, please don’t tell me you’re that desperate.” 

     His words cut deeper than you expected, broken and shaking in your spot as Bucky snarled; mechanical whirring hitting your ears as he tried his best to hold himself back. 

    “Whatever, dude. I hope you can at least teach her a thing or tw—“

     John strangled gasp made your head crack in its direction as you saw him helplessly pinned against his car with Bucky’s forearm pressed tightly against his neck. 

    “I hope to God you’ll think twice before talking to her or anyone like that again.” There’s a terrifying aura of calmness that surrounds Bucky as he has John pinned with no room for escape. 

     He looks weak and desperate—ironic, as you can see the fear that’s engulfed his eyes. 

   “Try this shit again and you’ll have to deal with me for the rest of your pathetic life.” It’s a threat, a threat that sends chills down your spine as you wonder if you should step in. 

    John never did anything for you, why should you do anything for him. 

    Bucky let’s go of the man you once loved, his body folding in half as he catches himself on his knees; gasping for breath. 

   “Get the fuck out of here.” He doesn’t need to be told twice as he scrambles into his car, barely turning the engine over as his tires screech down the quiet street. 

    Bucky’s face dropped as he turned to look at you, two strides later you were in his arms as he consoled you. 

   “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He asked, but you just pressed your lips against his, silencing him as you felt tears fall down your cheeks. 

   “Thank you, Bucky.” You whispered against his lips, nose brushing his as you felt the soft pricks of his stubble against your chin. 

    You ran your fingers down his cool vibranium arm, taking in all of its cracks and crevices. 

   “You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked and you smiled, feeling butterflies kick in your stomach as you nodded your head, “yes, please.” 

    He laced his warm fingers with yours, peppering kisses to the back of your hand as you snuck into his house making sure to lock the door behind you. 

    Bucky stopped you, your giggles dying out as he tilted your chin up. 

   “You know everything he said wasn’t true, right?” He held concern in his voice as you swallowed thickly, avoiding eye contact. 

   “Dove look at me and tell me you know what he said wasn’t true or I’ll spend all night making you believe it.” 

    His words ignited something inside of you as you felt you heart skip a beat. 

   “I’m okay, Bucky. ” Your voice was meek and weak as you saw Bucky’s face break for a second. 

   “Let me show you how much of a goddess you are. Let me worship your body and have you screaming for the heavens to hear.” He whispered, heavy thumb pressing against your bottom lip. 

    You whimper, feeling your stomach jump, the arousal washing over you. 

    Bucky had a way with his words, a way that made you know that everything was okay. He would never lie to you, never tell you anything but the truth because you deserve nothing less. 

   “What do you say, dove? Will you let me make you scream tonight?” He purrs in your ear, nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat and low mechanical whirring filling the room. 

    You have to take a deep breath, remind yourself to breath, as you nod your head, “please.” 

    The simple word holds so much weight as Bucky backs you up against his front door, pressing you against it and locking you in place so quickly you barely had time to catch your breath. 

   “You have any idea what you do to me?” He asks with a smirk, nose brushing yours, “how hard I have to restrain myself when I see you?” 

    There’s a switch in Bucky as his eyes darken and cloud with lust, “how fuckin’ hard you get me?” 

    He presses his crotch against your hip making you gasp as you feel him grow against you. 

   “How could you feel you’re anything less than a goddess?” There’s nothing but sincerity in his voice as he presses gentle kisses to your neck.

   “And I’m the lucky guy who gets to treat you like one. I’ve won the lottery, haven’t I?” He smirks, pulling you off the door and over his shoulder as you squeak.

   He wastes no time in taking the steps two at a time before he’s in his room, tossing you into the bed as you bounce a couple of times.

   The moonlight filters through his curtains; Bucky’s room is plain. Only the basics littered with a pile of clothes at the end of the bed and a cracked book on his nightstand.

   Then you notice your hair tie on his bedside table, you notice that the book he’s reading...is one that you recommended.

   His room has always felt empty and cold, but your touch has slowly brought it back to life—slowly brought Bucky back to life.

   “Dove? You still with me?” Bucky’s voice snaps you back to reality as you look at him with a smile.

   “Always,” you whispers, the feeling of his body against yours feels like home before his lips are on yours.

   He consumes you, fingers dancing under your shirt before yanking it off and leaving your torso bare.

   Your skin pricks at the cool air, feeling hot to the touch as you realize that Bucky not only sees you, but perceives you.

   “You’re gorgeous,” his finger runs down the middle of your breasts, down your tummy and landing above your pants.

   Stretch marks, bumps, cellulite, small ridges and crevices all drove Bucky wild. There was nothing more real than you and he lusted after that.

   “Can’t imagine my life with anyone else,” your pants are shimmied down your legs before you’re left in nothing but the old, worn out cotton panties you’ve had for years.

   To see him at the foot of the bed, kneeling between your legs as the weight of his metal arm holds you down.

   “And now I get to watch you squirm,” he winks, pressing a kiss to your pleading core through your panties before they’re finally removed.

   You’re bare, giving all of you to all of him as he bends your legs to place them over his broad shoulders.

   He’s diving in, like a starving man as you gasp loudly, a moan following. You grasp onto the sheets, arching your back as Bucky finds you clit—he always does.

   “That’s it, kitten. Be as loud as you want, I don’t care who hears you tonight.” His words resonate deeper than usual, knowing that no one knows about you.

   If your dad found out that you were fucking his best friend, you don’t know what would happen.

   But right now, you couldn’t care less.

   “Bucky!” You gasp as you feel two fingers curl inside of you.

   “I know what my girl can handle,” he purrs against you making sure he’s brushing that sweet, sensitive spot of yours.

   And he does, no one else has ever known you like he does; not even yourself.

   You can feel yourself squeezing his fingers before...

   “Oh that’s my girl, fuckin’ cum all over my face.” He grunts, pushing you over the edge as you squeeze—crushing—his face between your thighs.

   He doesn’t stop there, refuses to as he works your harder with his mouth until you’re whining, whimpering, and begging him tort you come again.

   “Of course you can, kitten. You’re bein’ so fuckin’ good for me tonight.” He praises in a hushed whisper as he watches you unravel.

   “Taste like fuckin’ honey, baby.” He moans, his fingers prodding at your mouth before you take them into your mouth.

   You moan, locking eyes with him as he clenched his jaw before he’s stripping.

   His cock bounces free, leaking with pre-cum as you admire his impressive physique. You can see the hair that trails from his chest all the way down to the base of his cock.

   Bucky engulfs your body, hands squeezing all the parts of you that you hate; the rolls, the unevenness, the roughness that you’ve learned to hate is what Bucky loves.

   You’ve never been pressured to shave, whether it be your legs or underarms or your pussy—Bucky will shower you with love and affection regardless.

   “I could stay between your legs for days, kitten.” He smirks, causing you to shudder at his words when you feel the weight of his cock against you.

   “And I could stay buried inside of you forever,” before he’s pushing into you and capturing your breath.

   He rocks into you, lacing his fingers with yours as he presses his lips to yours.

   The moment is different, just as intimate, but it feels like Bucky is focused on nothing more than the feeling of you; all of you.

   “Look at me, baby,” his voice is hoarse and raspy.

   You can crack open your eyes as your mouth falls open at the way his cock drives into you.

   His eyes are trying to tell you something, searching for the right words as you pant out gentle whimpers.

   You’re all mine, there’s no one else for me.” He whispers, voice cracking, “fuck—feel so good.”

   His head falls onto your shoulder as he bends your leg. The new angle is much deeper, sensitive from your previous orgasms as you arch your back into his warm chest.

   “Cum for me, make a mess all over my cock.” He growls—one, two, three more thrusts and a scream rips through your chest as your body goes limp with pleasure.

   Bucky pulls out, fisting his cock before you feel him spilling over your chest—marking you.

   He collapses beside you, but there’s a warm feeling in your chest as you turn your head to face him.

   You can see in his eyes that there’s something more he wants to say, that he’s aching and nearly bursting at the seams but...

   “I’m gonna grab a washcloth, dove.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you nod.

   There’s a bubble in your chest, a weight on your shoulders as you want to tell him...you just don’t know how.

[ragingbookdragon]

I Saw It Coming When You Threw The First Punch

Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence

Author's Note: I honestly feel like I get my irritation from people out by writing stories where the characters punch people. I live vicariously through my characters. Enjoy! -Thorne

Getting the call that his wife had been taken into GCPD custody was not one that Bruce had ever expected to receive. Not in a million years. And yet, low and behold, Gordon had called sounding apologetic that she’d been detained after a physical altercation at the gala she’d hosted earlier that evening.

Which was absolutely baffling to him, because the only person more anal retentive about screwing up at a gala than Alfred, was his wife. So, something must’ve seriously set her off if she’d hauled off on somebody. And Gordon had made it quite clear that it was his wife that threw the first punch, though beyond that, he didn’t know what else had occurred because she’d invoked her rights to the company lawyer and to remain silent, simply staring at the wall while the other officers tried to get a story out of her—Bruce knew she wouldn’t crack. Other than him, his wife had a reserve that no man, alien, or god could break. He’d never say it, but he was envious of his wife’s willpower.

He arrived rather quickly with all four sons in tow, knowing that the sight of the entire family would probably help her chances of getting out and they waited patiently to be escorted to where she was being held.

When they arrived at the interrogation room, they saw her sitting there with crossed legs, hands placed palm down on the table. Her eyes were closed in what Bruce recognized as her deep meditative state; the one she used to fight off telepathic control from enemies—she was probably recounting what happened that night.

“What are the charges?” he asked Gordon and the older man sighed.

“Simple battery and public disturbance.”

Bruce hummed lowly in his throat and gazed at his wife. “How do you see this playing out for her?”

“If the woman she keelhauled doesn’t press charges, there’s possibility of probation with community service.”

He had to play naïve. “And if she does?”

Gordon met his gaze. “Then you’re looking at your wife going into lockup for a year.”

Bruce let out a sigh. “I’ll call our lawyer then.”

“I’ll give you and your wife some privacy,” he replied, hitting a button on the keypad beside the door, and the glass went dark while the glowing red button recording the room turned off.

“Thank you, Gordon,” he said, and the detective waved as he walked off, closing the door to the interrogation room behind him. Bruce looked at his sons. “Let’s go see what set your mom off tonight.”

***

The door to the room opened but she didn’t open her eyes, still under the cold water in her retreat.

“(Y/N),” someone murmured and though the voice was familiar, she didn’t come to yet.

“(Y/N),” they repeated a bit firmer. “Come back up.”

Ever so slowly, she allowed her mind to come back from the deep waters and she opened her eyes, smiling at her husband and sons.

“Good evening family.” Damian immediately sprinted to her and buried his face in her neck, and she laughed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You are in trouble,” he murmured and pulled away to look into her eyes. “We will do whatever you need, Umi.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Don’t worry about me baby. Knowing Little Miss Martha May, she’s not going to press charges over our spat.”

“I think simple battery is bit more than a spat, mom,” Dick worried, brows furrowing in concern. “What did you two even start fighting about?”

Her eyes darted to the glass then to Bruce and he said, “Gordon turned off the cameras.”

“Mom,” Tim started, and she looked at him; he held up his phone screen. “I just assured that you’re protected here.”

She nodded and let out a sigh. “I knew I should’ve just walked away but I couldn’t help it. She just set me off like a match to gunpowder.”

“What’d you guys even duke it out over,” Jason questioned, and she sighed again, recounting the night.

***

“You’ve thrown another wonderful party, Miss Wayne,” Lucius murmured, handing her a champagne glass.

She grinned widely, thanking him. “Thank you, Lucius, I try.”

“Clan couldn’t come tonight?”

“You’ve always been perceptive about us, haven’t you?”

“To use your words, I try,” he laughed, and she nodded.

“Patrol started early tonight,” she said inconspicuously, eyes shifting around to glance at who was walking near them. “Besides, most of them only come to these to appease the crowd.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot that you’re the only one who actually enjoys these.”

“Only when Bruce and the kids are here,” she corrected. “It’s easier to bullshit when they’re here to pick up the slack.”

He barked a laugh and she chuckled in return when someone walked up to them. She turned and immediately grimaced at the old classmate of hers.

“(Y/N), such a beautiful party you’ve thrown tonight,” the woman greeted, though it was laced with cheerful fakeness.

She plastered a smile on her face. “Good evening, Marianne. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always up for a party.” Her eyes drifted around. “Where is your husband? I wanted to thank him for the gift basket he sent after my operation.” Marianne gave her a sarcastic smile. “Isn’t it rather off for a host to avoid his own party?”

Note to self, yell at Bruce for sending her a gift.

“He had to work late tonight. So did the boys.” (Y/N) matched her smile. “I’m sure they’d be delighted to know that you thought of them though.”

Something shifted in Marianne’s eyes. “Oh yes, the children you have.” She leaned in close and murmured, “You know I’ve been hearing some rather negative rumors about yours and Bruce’s decision to adopt orphans rather than have some of your own.”

(Y/N) blinked, not sure if she should be shocked or unimpressed. “Really? Care to enlighten me?”

Marianne waved a hand. “The major one is that you simply took pity on the strays because you were barren.” She felt like she’d been slapped across the face and her jaw dropped as she gaped at the woman.

Apparently, that was all the ammunition that Marianne needed because she offered a sympathetic smile an placed a hand on (Y/N)’s arm. “Oh, you poor dear.” She patted her arm again. “You should’ve come to me instead of adopting orphans. I would’ve been happy to be a surrogate for you.”

(Y/N) shrugged the hand off her arm and reached up, pulling the silver teardrop earrings from her ears. “Yeah, those orphans aren’t mine, not biologically.”

She pulled off her diamond wedding rings and handed them and the earrings over to Lucius who took them and stepped back.

“But you know what they are?” she glowered at Marianne and seethed, “They’re my sons.”

The next thing anyone knew, the two women were rolling on the floor, their hostess throwing punches that seemed to make everyone wince when they connected to the woman’s face.

***

“And all I remember was being escorted down here,” she finalized, eyes drifting to Bruce’s.

He simply stared at her for a moment before he let out a heavy sigh and put his face in his hands. “I’m proud that you defended our family, but at the same time, I’m disappointed that you let Marianne set you off.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so you’re taking her side?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it,” Bruce shot back. “If she decides to press charges, you’re going to be in lockup for a year.”

“She’s not.”

“You don’t know that, (Y/N).”

“No, I do,” she blinked and leaned forward. “If Marianne doesn’t want me to ruin her image with shit she did when she was a teenager, she’ll keep her mouth shut and take the blame for this.”

“What’d she do, Ma?” Jason questioned curiously and she turned her attention to him.

“Enough that’ll disgrace her image amongst every elite this side of the globe if she tries me anymore.”

Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and they turned, seeing Gordon walking in. “Good evening, Miss Wayne,” he greeted, and she smiled.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s your night so far?”

He chuckled. “Not too bad. I got to detain my favorite socialite and listen to all my officers speculate what she did.”

(Y/N) lifted her hands palm up beside her shoulders. “I live to please, Jim, you know that.”

“I do.” He walked over and handed her a few papers. “When asked if she wanted to press charges, Marianne Walters declined. She instead gave a rather detailed statement that she instigated the fight and threw the first punch.” He stared at the busted lip she had. “Does that match what happened?”

She quickly looked over the papers and nodded. “Yes, that’s true.”

Gordon sighed. “Do you wish to press charges?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “No,” she smiled. “There’s no reason to make a fuss about this.”

“…Miss Wayne, you and Miss Walters are all over the news.”

She shrugged. “And people have very short memories. They’ll forget about this.” She handed back the papers. “Send this to my lawyer and she’ll handle it with the prosecutors.”

“You think they won’t press charges despite Walters?” Gordon asked and she nodded.

“Oh, they won’t,” she said then looked at the clock. “Am I free to leave? It’s been a long night.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes Miss Wayne, you’re free to leave now.”

(Y/N) rose. “Wonderful.” She looked at her sons. “Boys, let’s go.”

They followed her and Bruce stood from the table, standing beside Gordon. “Thank you, Jim.”

Gordon grunted. “I know (Y/N) threw the first punch.”

“You do?”

“Of course, I do.” He huffed. “And I don’t blame her either.” He watched (Y/N) laugh at something Dick said while the others groaned around him. “You’ve got a good woman, Bruce. Good wife. Even better mother.”

Bruce looked at his wife and let an easy smile cross his lips as she pulled them all into hugs. “Yeah…yeah, I do, don’t I.”