#10/10 you know he didn't make it home before taking a sniff

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Prompt idea….Viktor accidentally walks in on the reader having quickie sex with someone in the lab….👀👀👀…. But he can’t look away…. 👀👀👀……and while she’s with the other person, she accidentally says his name…. 😱

Oh nonny. You wicked thing. If you insist. This one’s for my beloved dirty little degenerate-pervy Viktor truthers. You know who you are @dad-dumpster @valaruakars and… oh yes, dare I say it even my precious sweet darling @arcanescribbles

Viktor POV - NSFW

TW: Voyerism, oral- f receiving, fingering, masturbation, slight angst, embarrassment, even more masturbation, peeping tom? More like peeping Viktor, is that a panty fetish I see? Oh my. MDNI

He realized too late that he should have recognized those sounds; the desperate soft huffing of heavy breath, the slickly wet noises, the stifled moans.

He’d been too wrapped up in his thoughts at first to hear them, or to put two and two together once he did.  Too involved in the research and books balanced up to his chin and mug of coffee wobbling precariously by its handle in the hook of his finger as he struggled along through the door at the back of the lab, leaning heavily on the cane tucked up under his armpit.

The hour was late, late enough Viktor was used to being the only one there, and the shock was significant as he surfaced from the distraction of his plans and rounded one of the large prototypes that littered the back of the lab.  Struck to a paralytic frozen stillness as he glanced up to find the pretty biochem assistant sat up upon a workbench, her shirt wide open and skirt hiked around her waist, with one of the many nameless tech engineers between the spread of her bare thighs, head buried under the rumpled hem of her skirt and her hand clutching desperately at his dark blonde hair.

Breath froze in his lungs and blood ran cold as ice in spite of the fire-hot flush he could feel flooding his face from the collar of his shirt right up to his ears.  Face burning, heart a clenched stone, all he could do was stand there, staring as the tech lifted his head and rose, clearly aiming for a kiss that missed its landing as the assistant’s head turned away and his mouth instead made due with mauling biting kisses along her throat as he pulled one cup of her bra down to pinch and tug at the pretty tautness of a nipple until she was keening and writhing in her seat.

“Dirty thing.  Like it rough, hm?  Little priss.”  The tech chastised as his hand closed over her upper arm and yanked the assistant off her seat upon the workbench only to bend her roughly over the desk immediately across from them.

Viktor reeled backward, ducking behind the prototype.  The books and coffee in his arms jostled and he frantically juggled them and his cane.  He ought to leave, ought to hurry back the way he’d come and immediately find somewhere else to be.  Forget what he’d accidentally seen and leave the two lovers in peace.  Seconds away from dropping everything and being found out, he managed to deposit the pile of books and the coffee on a small table, nearly knocking over an open tool kit.  He grabbed at it frantically before its contents could rattle and in a hot panic watched a ratchet handle go rolling toward the edge.

He snagged it mid-air and let out a silent sigh of relief. 

Behind him the moans had picked up volume again.  Wanton little noises tugging insistently at his attention until, in spite of himself, he’d set the ratchet down and was peeking out from around the edge of the prototype.  

She was bent forward over the desk, facing his hiding spot, and for a second he nearly jerked backward, sure she’d spot him.  But her eyes were closed, prettily flushed face upturned and mouth hungrily agape as she rocked against the desk, resting upon her forearms as the tech behind her busily - and from the sounds of it - viciously fucked her with his fingers, grinning down at her bare bottom.  His hand clenched the back of her skirt up as his other busied itself between the cleft of her sweet bottom and part of thighs, the slapping wet noises positively obscene.

It was filthy, gorgeous, exhilarating and mortifying.

The soft curve of her bare breast wobbled gently, that succulent flushed nipple practically dragging across the desktop as she arched her back into the attentions.  Eyebrows knit hard over eyes shut tight, lips glossed and opened enticingly into a lovely little ‘O’ of want.  She was so pretty, so undone.  That prim little assistant Viktor could never bring himself to start a conversation with, whom he’d watched with vague little stabs of jealousy as she easily conversed with Jayce or anyone else.  Her little tight smiles and witty asides, her keenly intelligent observations and the way her hair was constantly in a state of coming undone or falling out place in soft tendrils.  

It was fully undone now, as beautiful a mess as its owner.

The tightness in his groin was unbearable, tent pressed hard against the front of trousers as he watched in strangled silence as that lovely girl began to tremble, her fingers curling into fists upon the desk, nails scraping against the smooth, cold metal tabletop as she gasped and bucked.  Viktor found his own hand pressing to the aching constriction of his clothed cock.

Much like watching, the pressure felt both sickeningly painful and dizzyingly good.  He allowed himself one slow, palming stroke and practically had to stifle his own quiet moan.  And then…

“Ahhhnn!  Y-yes, mmn… Viktor!”

The world screeched to a halt.  Suddenly you could hear a pin drop in the spacious, open lab.

“...What did you just say?”

The tech’s question was coldly accusatory, and Viktor, who’d jerked himself wide-eyed back behind the bulwark safety of his hiding spot, thinking wildly that he’d been spotted at the sound of his name, found himself once again torn between fleeing the scene and the fact that he couldn’t seem to make his feet move.  She’d… she said his name.  But she hadn’t seen him, she couldn’t have.  Not with eyes shut tight.  That meant…

“Dex, I’m… I…”

Viktor chanced another hidden, one-eyed glance around the shield of his prototype to find the tech had pulled the poor girl upright and was glaring at her in undeniable disgust.

“You’re what?”  The tech prodded icily, and when instead of answering the girl just crossed her arms over her vulnerable bareness and stared guiltily at the desk she’d just been bent over, he took the liberty of filling in the blanks for her.

“You know, this whole time I was wondering why a such a stuck up, straight laced little slag like you was suddenly so willing and eager to mess around with someone like me when you normally can’t be buggered to even acknowledge anyone who hasn’t gone to your precious academy is even in the room.  Did you even know my name before tonight?  None of you lot got any respect for this crew.  We do all your dirty work, crawl into the guts of whatever new inventive way to die or lose a limb you’ve all come up with, and not a single one of you seems to know we’re anything more than another moving part of your machines.  Just faceless cogs.”

He snorted a laugh.

“Or I guess faceless cocks, huh?  Just a human toy for you-”

His tirade cut off with the sharp sound of a ringing slap.  The assistant he’d been berating stood there in stony silence, open palm still lifted, just daring him to try for a second out of her as he rubbed his stinging cheek.  For a breathless moment it looked as if he just might press on with his insulting tirade.  Instead he grabbed the discarded jacket of his uniform and left in a hot blooded huff, muttering under his breath and slamming the door on his way out.

Viktor sagged back against the prototype, eyes rolling to the ceiling in a mingling of gratitude and relief.  If it had escalated further, what would he have done?  A physical altercation might be beyond his scope, and usually the weight of his position of authority and sang-froid calm was more than enough to wield the command he needed in any given situation.  But confronting a man who’d just been called by his name in the heat of passion?  And with the obviousness of an erection still straining at the front of trousers?  

Nothing about that would have ended well.

As it was, he heard the girl heave a sigh of dismay followed by a soft snarl of utter frustration and the clatter of something on a table go flying with what was doubtless an angry smack.  Viktor was just about to resign himself to waiting until the coast was clear to finally sneak away when the next noise caught him off guard.

More of those soft moans, the quietly wet enticing sounds that had him peering back around to find her bent back over the desk, bare breast cupped in her own hand, fingers rolling and tugging nipple to stiffness once more and her other hand shoved down between her thighs as she finished what the tech had started.

“Ah, Viktor… nnh, please yes, please!”  She was going at it with a desperate, almost angry need, huffing stuttering breaths and savaging her lower lip between her teeth as she fell right back into the building crescendo that had been so unfortunately interrupted by her own indiscretion. 

Viktor grit teeth as he was pitched right back into another impossible choice.  What… what if he walked out there?  What if he walked up to her, tucked the fall of hair back behind one ear and slid his fingers down to replace her own.  What if he asked her to say his name like that again, for him.  Would she let him?  Let him feel how wet she’d got imagining him, while she wished another man’s touch had been his.  How would she squeeze around his fingers, his cock?

He could practically smell her arousal from here, what would it be like close up?  How did her skin taste, her mouth?  That sweet slick gloss dripping down her thighs?  How many times could he get her to say his name that way and what would it take until she was gasping it hoarsely, brokenly, begging.  Would she be prettily embarrassed if he went out there, or terrified and appalled?  

Her soft, needy little sighs of his name were driving him mad.  So hard that the ache in the tightness of his balls was all consuming, that all he wanted, no - needed- was to get himself out of his pants and, oh Janna, please, buried in her.

But he couldn’t.

Couldn’t do any of it.  If he went out there now, how could he possibly explain why he’d been watching for so long?  What he was even doing there or why he felt it was in any way appropriate to interrupt her… her… oh gods, she was so close to orgasm, he could hear it.  The way her breath picked up, the way she trembled upon the desk she leaned over, the quickening pace of the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of herself.

And how she was pleading his name.  Like… like he was somehow the one who could offer her the release she was chasing.  Gods, it sounded so good.  She sounded so good.

If he pulled himself free from his trousers she was sure to hear the frantic way he needed to fuck his fist.  No way he could keep himself quiet, or at least quiet enough to keep himself hidden. Palm rubbed hard at his length as he sucked breath in near silent hisses through clenched teeth, thumb running the sensitive ridge of the head of his cock pressing through soft, straining fabric of his pants.  A sweetly hot spiral of weighted craving coiling taut in the pit of his belly, tensing hips, leaving lean muscle of stomach and thighs tensing to a slight tremble with the need to thrust.

How many fingers did she need?  Two dripping digits stuffed tightly into the clenching heat of herself, or three?  Watching her face as she lost herself was intensely arousing but the thought of seeing her from behind was destroying him.  The soft curve of her bottom, pretty, softly swollen, slick lips just peeking between the cleft of cheeks, her fingers shoved to the limit inside herself, wet just dripping from knuckles as she…

“Vik…ahn!  Viktor, pl please… yes, ah.  Fffuck!  Viktor!!”

One last little stifled shout of his name and she panted a stuttered, broken moan before falling still.  Viktor watched in desperate fascination as she sighed, gone boneless on the desk for a long moment.

Janna, to collapse against her; to kiss the heat of her flushed cheek or run hands over the little shivering tremble of hips, to soothe and help her catch her breath, to taste the little bead of sweat that ran down her temple and beside the tender curve of her ear to her throat.

She picked herself up off the desk as he watched, still gripping the aching stiffness of his cock through his clothes.  Watched her stand on weak legs and slowly redress herself, with a regretful, or perhaps it was resigned, look on her face.  Watched her rebutton her shirt and fix her hair as she wandered out of the lab, tugging at the back of her skirt.

Viktor waited until the door swung shut, waited a good three minutes at least after the sound of her footsteps had faded until he struggled out from his hiding place, the strain in his pants making walking more difficult than usual as he shuffled over to where she’d lain, stroked fingertips over the heat of her that still lingered, fading upon the metallic desktop.  There was a smudge of sticky wet on the edge of the desk where her damp fingertips had brushed it and he was just about to drag a finger over the faint gloss of moisture when something on the floor caught his eye.  

A tiny black crumple of lace.

Viktor bent painfully, stiffly, and snagged it, rising to let it hang from one finger as he regarded the discarded cloth in confusion for one second before the shape of it suddenly made sense.

Her panties.

She’d left her panties.

Long fingers curled tightly into a fist over the soft, lacy garment and a second later he had his pants open.  The fist clenching her panties braced upon the table as he frantically, desperately fucked into the tight grip of his other hand, mouth hung open as he rushed straight over the precipice of his release with a delirious surge that had him hunched over with a sharp jerk, a soundless long groan dying in the gape of his mouth as lungs convulsed.

It was both the most intense release he’d ever had and the least satisfying.  Over so quick, and nothing half as wonderful as all those delicious little fantasies he’d conjured watching her, listening to her.  Not nearly as good as she would have felt.  

Coughing slightly, struggling to catch his breath, Viktor righted himself.  Hissing softly at the tender ache of abused flesh left too long constricted and then fisted far too roughly with precious little lubrication, he put himself away.  

There was barely a half second of consideration for the panties in his grasp before he tucked them into his pocket.  He could have, and perhaps should have left them where he found them - but what then?  If the cleaning staff found them perhaps inconvenient questions might be asked.  If instead the next morning their work colleagues found them then even more inconvenient scandals might get bandied about, no doubt leading to her embarrassment if that jilted tech ever spoke up. 

As Viktor made his way slowly toward the door he’d come in from he briefly considered tucking the pretty, lacy things into the drawer of her desk.  It was a sweetly devious thought, to be sure; to watch her discover her underwear laid neatly in her desk and have to wonder who knew, who put them there.  Perhaps he could leave a clever little note beneath… no.  No.  Then she’d know, and no one could ever know that he’d just… just hid there and watched.  It surely didn’t matter how sweetly she’d moaned his name or begged for him, if she knew he’d seen everything and done nothing?  No, she’d hate him, find him repulsive. 

Viktor paused at the door, hand sliding into his pocket, the delicate lace brushing the tips of his fingers as he glanced behind himself.

No one could ever know.  

And those panties were coming home with him.

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lazy messy high sex w virgin!reader or bestfriends w chris lol im so high rn so idk if anything im sayin makes sense lol have a gday

2.8k words

a/n: yall rlly fw the virgin bsf trope w chris huh, well you ask so i give!! here yall go enjoy, keep sending requests, do not be shyyy

warnings/content ahead: drug use, weed, mentions of alcohol, high sex, smut, straddling so like cowgirl??, oral male!receiving, virgin!reader(again) x bsf!chris(again), wrote this in literally one sitting so beware for the possibility of it being fast-paced and a bunch of mistakes

NORMAL?

You were confusing to say the least. Everyone knew that every once and a while you liked to get high out of your fucking brain on weed and shrooms. Yet, they knew you were a virgin, which was an interesting combo.

It wasn't the vibe you gave off, in fact, it was the opposite. You were confident with a high sex appeal. People knew because you were open about it, never understanding the whole concept with feeling shameful about keeping your virginity.

That didn't mean you were completely pure, though. Although you have kept your virginity, you had still admitted to giving multiple blowjobs and handjobs, so you weren't completely inexperienced.

You were at home practically doing nothing when you got a message from your best friend, telling you to come over and bring some pre-rolled blunts. You almost jumped at the message.

Putting his ego and sex life aside, if someone were to ask you, you would call Chris a goody-goody, which would really piss him off. In your 10 years of knowing the kid, he'd refuse to do any drugs or alcohol. He was open with the fact he didn't want to consume anything that would alter his brain chemistry. You couldn't do anything but respect him, still offering him some every once and a while.

In that sense, you two were opposites. He was always banging some new girl while you were doing pot with the rappers of LA. But in every other aspect, you two were identical. People, even his triplet brothers, would point out how you were like a female version of him, and how it made sense that you two were so close.

You were practically thrilled Chris had requested such a thing, your mind racing at all the possibilities as to why he'd ask you to bring your stash.

Standing in front of his house, you search for your gifted spare key, opening the place up and announcing that you were here. You had to keep yourself from skipping through his house in pure utter excitement.

You freeze at the sight of Chris in his kitchen, fully expecting him to be in his room. Quickly, you throw him the plastic bag of pre-rolled blunts and joints. The same second Chris registered you here was the same second he caught the plastic bag of weed, catching it with one arm.

"Drive safely here?" He questions, opening the plastic bag. You grin, imagining how high Chris could get, how'd he be. "I didn't drive high, don't worry. I was waiting until I got here." You seat yourself on the kitchen island's stool, leaning yourself against the table as you watch him sniff the bag.

"Mm. Good." He hummed, his face expressionless. You immediately furrowed your eyebrows. "What's wrong?" You ask the moment you felt his vibe was off. He looked up at you, he was great at expressing his positive emotions, his negative ones? Not so much.

"A bunch of bullshit on the internet. People love to wake up and act all fucking dumb." He mutters, throwing the bag against the table, sliding it toward you. "Chris, how many time do I need to fucking tell you." You sigh, taking out a roll and your lighter.

"'Don't take that shit seriously.' Yeah, I fucking know. It's just hard when it's constantly in your face." His tone is aggressive and louder. You take a moment before asking, "Is that why you told me to bring these?" You gesture to the weed.

Chris nods, "Yeah. Before I fucking punch someone." He goes on to tell you about how Nick and Matt left to go do some influencer shit you didn't understand, seeing how the internet had gotten him so hostile, insisting it'd be good if they left him alone for a few hours. "They shouldn't be back until a long fucking while."

You smile, "Should be enough time for us to get high and out of this fucking world, am I right?" You hold up a fist for him to bump. He just stares at it. "Just light the fucking blunt." He groans. You grumble, "Come on Chris, seriously? You gonna leave me hanging?"

He sighs, fist bumping you. You then fist bump the air in victory, quickly going to light the blunts. You bring your roll immediately to your lips, watching Chris as you hesitantly hold his up. You huff the smoke out of your nose. "Are you sure, Chris?"

"I'm sure." He blows in, you watch as the paper burns as air gets sucked out of it. His puffing interrupted by a cough, smoke forcefully leaving his mouth as he coughs it all up. "Don't worry," you say "this is normal for your first time, try holding it in?" You suggest.

He glares at you. "What? I'm not the one who made you cough, tough guy." You shrug.

He holds it back up to his lips, looking at you the entire time as he sucks in softer this time. He manages to hold the smoke in and blow it back out, leaving both his nose and mouth. "Mmm." You buzzed, smoking from your roll. "Good boy." You sang as he blew some of the smoke at your face. You scrunched up your nose, laughing.

"I also brought my bong, by the way."

-

Your back was slumped flatly against his kitchen table, you hadn't bothered to leave his kitchen since you stepped in there.

You watched as smoke painted abstract lines across his ceiling, the light so bright it had your blinking hurt. Chris felt his mind pooling out of his ears as he sat on his couch in the living room, holding onto your bong.

"Should've brought the shrooms." He utters, finishing his blunt. Chris lost count of which one this was. You laughed slowly, "Slow down, druggie."

He turned his head, examining you laying on his kitchen table, "Hm, you comfortable?" You shake your head. "Not at all."

"Then come sit next to me, dumbass." He huffed, you slouched yourself off his kitchen table, feeling the cramp on your back beginning to form. You stretched quickly before plopping yourself beside him.

"You fuck with it?" You ask him, he turns to look at you, glassy blue eyes rimmed with red. It only makes you wonder what you look like. Your brain feels hot, and you direct it to his lips. You watch as he's about to puff some fog out, but quickly sucks it back in mouth and blows it out of his nose. "Heavy." He answers you, his voice a tone louder than a whisper.

He manspreads through his baggy black sweatpants as you sigh. "If I could go back in time to when I first got high like this, I would."

Chris nods slowly. "Like, try something new?" He questions, his voice more hoarse than when you got here.

"Yeah. New and addictive, as fucked up as it sounds. I don't want to regret it. Sort of like the same thing you're doing right now." You pat down the surface of your blunt on an ashtray, getting rid of accumulated ash.

It's a comfortable silence for a moment. There's not really much to say when you could barely feel your mind in your head.

"I have an idea in mind, but you're not gonna like it."

You're immediately intrigued, turning to look at him, raising a weak eyebrow. "Let's be honest, I'll probably fucking like it."

He hums, his voice purring in some sort of acknowledgement. "Let me fuck you?" He gets straight to the point, and you can't even say you're surprised. You back yourself away from him for a moment, taking him all in. You'd be the earth's biggest liar if you said you wouldn't take him right then and there.

"You'd be comfortable with that?" You draw out, watching his pink lips begin to form a response. "You're the virgin here, I should be the one asking you that."

He's right. You raise your gaze back to him. He blinks slowly at you, hair falling perfectly on his forehead as pieces continue to messily look longer than the others. His necklace glimmering lightly under the dimly lit living room as he looks at you lazily through his eyelashes. "I don't think there's any other time I'd like to lose my virginity than right now." You admit.

His smirk grows as he pats his lap. "Come here." You looked at him as you crawled onto his lap, straddling him as he put his blunt out. Sitting on him, his gaze darted everywhere on you, following from your eyes to the slope of your neck, melting to your chest.

"Don't be awkward." He ordered, grabbing the side of your face as he kissed your soft mouth. You kissed him back, your mind immediately going blank as he pulled away. "Already?" You whined before shutting up immediately. He kisses the curve of your jaw, trailing down your neck, giving you sloppy wet neck kisses, leaving your skin glistening with a layer of his spit, unknowingly grinding into his growing erection.

Without a question, he lifts your shirt off of you, you place it off to the side as he looks up at your red eyes. Tugging out your bra, he asks "Can I take this off you?"

You slip your hand into his pants, snapping at the elastic of his boxers. "Only if I take this off you." He grins, "We're getting there, baby." His voice low and jagged from everything he's been smoking, you feel yourself getting wetter, deciding to be the one who dives in for this kiss.

Without really meaning to, you give him an open-mouthed kiss, your lips immediately wrapping around his bottom ones and sucking gently on it, feeling him unclasp your bra as he sticks his tongue inside of you, slipping it off.

His fingers run themselves through your hair before transitioning to your bare skin, his palms sliding down the hill of your boob and grazing the dip of your waist before holding tightly onto your hips, holding you down as he pushes you back and forth onto his crotch.

You rhythmically grind yourself into him as he guides you, your kissing becoming less in order and more messy, more wetter. You both taste like weed, the smell fogging up the place around you and even your minds, every moment more intense and harsher, out of order yet perfect.

With a hand holding your hips hard enough to leave marks in the morning, his other hand uses two delicate fingers to brush down your spine, the tingling sensation sends a small shiver down your spine, arching your back to the touch. That same hand moving to the opposite side of your hips, caving into your leg and groping your thigh as he bites your lip when you went to take a break for a breath of air.

He whimpers your name, clearly more into this than you thought. You scatter off of him and he watches you confused, pressing down to his crotch. You shove his hands away, sitting  on your knees and you lean toward him. "You're so beautiful." He looks down at you as you take his sweatpants off, instinctively folding it and putting off to the side. That's how you knew you were high. "Let me suck your dick." You say in response to his compliment.

He plays with your hair, grabbing small strands and following it until he reaches the edge and they fall out of his grasp, repeating the action. "Thoughtful girl, hm." Chris mutters, he moans when you shove his boxers off and without warning, wrapping your lips around him.

Your tongue swirls around his tip before collecting all the leaking pre-cum from his hole, pressing your tongue in it which makes his hips buckle up. Your boobs graze softly against his legs as you let go for a moment, saliva drooping down his length as you spit at your palm, looking up at him as you begin to stroke him. He throws his head back, loud whimpers of your name slipping from his mouth. You continue your stroking as you bring the tip of him to your mouth once again, bopping your head up and down, matching the speed of you stroking as he grips the top of your head, pulling on your hair. "Fuck– I'm gonna– fuck!" He cums in your mouth and you pull away, strings of liquid managing to connect from him to your mouth as you swallow him down. 

"More?" You question once he's caught his breath, he looks down at you. "It felt like my virginity just got taken away from me." You laugh at his comment, grabbing a joint and quickly lighting it up for a quick puff. His eyes were still bloodshot, but you held the smoke in before you got closer to him, he opened his mouth, his eyes on yours as you blew the smoke straight into it. He sucked in the fog and released it through his nose.

You sat back on him, the only thing keeping your bare skin from touching was the pants you still haven't taken off yet. You brought the joint back to his mouth and he happily took a long drag. "Still a virgin, by the way." You remind him, licking your thumb and index finger, stinging the half-smoked joint light gone. "Right. Here for business aren't we?" He blows the smoke from his mouth, pointing it to his right so it wouldn't hit your face. "Damn straight." You nod.

"Nice tits, by the way."

"Chris just fuck me."

Your pants were off in seconds and you found yourself hovering right over him, hesitant to just fully take him.

"We don't have to." He trails, holding onto your waist, sure you were both high to the point of seeing stars, but he was still considerate. "I want to." You muttered, holding onto his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Your walls immediately clenched around him and it was almost painful, slowly but surely Chris helped you raise yourself as you raised his hips with you, your moans muffled out of your hearing capacity, hyper focused on his noises and the idea of fully thrusting with him.

"Want me to go slow?" He groans, slowly pushing himself farther into you once he is out. "Just do it how you normally would." You drop your head to his shoulder, facing his neck as his thrust become more common, his speed going faster. Your nails clawed at his other shoulder as you kept everything in you not to bite onto him for closure. You would lift yourself up as he pushed himself inside you once you drop yourself back down, following his pace that would only just quicken.

Maybe it was the weed, but you could've sworn you had a warm tear make its way down your cheek, it was painful, but pleasurable, his size definitely not what you were expecting for your first time. You placed damp kisses along his neck and collarbone, feeling your stomach clench harshly. "Chris–"

"I know, baby. I know. Me too." He moans, barely able to utter a few words. You quickly push you off of him, both on que as you cum everywhere. You're thankful he did, not really sure what you would do if you got pregnant from your first time.

You lay on the gray couch completely naked, trying to get your breath in order. Chris does the same, turning to look at you to do so. His eyebrows furrow, "Did I hurt you?" He wipes away your tear with his thumb. "A little." You admit, "but I think it's normal. Right?" You question. "As long as it's not anything you didn't want, it should be normal." He nods, running his hands softly over your cum-covered stomach.

"How are we going to clean the couch from this?" You question, he looks up from you. "We better get to fucking work."

You stand up, your legs shaking as you attempt to put your underwear back on. Chris clicks his tongue. "Sit back down, I'll do it." He stands up, shoving himself back into his boxers, unfolding his sweatpants and putting them on.

You sigh, thinking about a shower and how good Chris felt against you. He manages to come back from around the corner with a towel. You attempt to help him clean. "We're so fucked." You mumbled.

He looks back at you and realizes just how high you two are. This event will definitely give you something to talk about later on, but for now Chris steals one more kiss from you, long and passionate. A different kind of euphoria for two idiots high out of their minds.

"I think you might be the bestest friend I've ever had." He says.

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baby scarab || 67

A/N : its finally done- and its a small filler for whats about to come!!

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A/N : omg you guys have been so mf patient, but you are finally being fed!!! i enjoy writing again and im back in my moon knight summer so HERE YA GO!!!

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, small smut scene minors dni, kiss and make up type shit idk, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

you were next to jake on the couch, frenchie on the other side of you as you sob your heart out into jakes chest.

you were just angry at the situation, and the more you thought about what casper said the more it affected you.

jake rubbed your back while glaring at his phone, debating on calling the poor kid and cussing him out.

frenchie was kind of out of place- he has kids, but none above the age of 10.

he just kind of sat on the other side of you offering silent support.

after you calmed yourself down, jake looked down at you and sighed. "i'm so sorry, mi vida"

"it's fine.. i know he didn't mean it" you sniff a few times before wiping your nose of your sleeve. "i just don't know what to do"

"i have an idea" frenchie speaks up, making both you and jake look at him. "..you can just talk to him you know? get to the bottom of why he acted out?" he offers and you nod slowly.

"i think that's my best option.. thank you frenchie" you say, and frenchie smiles.

jake nods at the man and looks back to you. "feeling a little better?" you nod at his question.

"yeah.. just.... really hungry all of a sudden"

"you should really get some fluids in you, you cried too much" steven pipes up and you sigh.

"can i have some pop tarts and juice?" you ask and jake nods, so you get up to move to the kitchen.

after you leave the room, jake grabs his phone and hits casper's contact, waiting for him to pick up.

frenchie gives him a disapproving look as casper answers.

"hello-"

"you better apologize to my daughter, i mean it. she came home crying because of you" jake says as calm as he can.

it's silent for a moment. "i- i know, sir i- i feel terrible. i'm bringing her flowers and more pop tarts tomorrow"

jake sighs. "good.. listen.. i...... i know you're a good kid. just let her- us help you okay?" casper nods even though jake can't see him.

"okay.. i'll explain everything to her i promise"

"good. she'll see you at school tomorrow then"

"thank you, sir"

"my name is jake and you know it"

"right- sorry"

jake lets out a singular laugh. "goodbye for now, hart"

"okay.. bye jake-"

jake hangs up before casper could get the rest of his words out, coincidentally as you walk back into the room with your snack and your juice.

you sit back down in between frenchie and your dad, opening your package of pop tarts.

"do i have to go to school tomorrow?" you ask and jake nods, making you groan.

"i don't want to though- i- ill clean the house just let me stay-"

"no."

you glare at jake and eat your pop tarts, taking sips of your juice every now and then.

it was an uneventful rest of the night. you were talking frenchies ear off, though he didn't mind.

you reminded him of his first daughter, unable to ever shut her mouth.

he means that in the nicest way possible.

the next morning was hell though.

you basically fought all your dads while trying to convince them that you're sick, or dying so that you could stay home.

you were sadly out the door on time.

you clenched your fists in your pockets as you walked on the sidewalk, until you heard rushed footsteps behind you.

you turn around to see casper, with a box of pop tarts and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

you unclench your fists as he stops in front of you, just staring at you.

"i.. i'm so sorry y/n.." he starts and you rush forward to hug him.

"i know.. it's okay" you assure him.

"but it's not- i took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair.. i should've just told you what was going on-"

"hey.. it's okay. you are doing the right thing" you let go of him to look him in the eye.

"i never stopped loving you, not even for a second. i- i was just so- so mad" he says.

you nod and smile gently at him. "we can talk about that later okay..? at my place?"

"can we uh.. actually go to mine. i don't want to leave allison and mom alone for too long"

"of course. i just have to call my dads after school" you nod at him and he sighs.

"i got these for you.." he holds up the flowers and the pop tarts.

you smile and hug him again. "thank you. you didn't have to do that"

"i wanted to. it's only fair" he responds and you let go of him to take the flowers.

"they're beautiful" you smell the flowers, taking your free hand and holding his.

"not as beautiful as you-"

"okay, let's get going" you laugh, dragging him along towards the direction of your school.

"but i was just saying-"

you cut him off by laughing, which makes him glare at you before raising an eyebrow, deciding to leave it alone.

~~~

it was already after school, and you were waiting for casper right outside your school while dialing your dads number.

"what do you want?" marc asks as soon as he answers and you scoff.

"hello to you too, dad" you start. "i was wondering if i could-"

"yeah, go ahead just be home before 10"

"why are you encouraging it? what if i wanted to bone him, would you still be okay with it?"

marc sighs. "just be home before 10. i love you"

"i love you too" you laugh before hanging up.

you wait a couple more minutes and the last few people come out of the school, your brows furrowing when you don't see casper.

you do see your math teacher though, so you approach her.

"uh- mrs. harper?" you tap on her shoulder and she turns around.

her long blonde hair swings behind her as she turns around. "oh, y/n, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"yes, but casper- did you see him in there? i've been waiting for him out here and he's not usually this late" you explain and she frowns.

"no, i'm sorry y/n. i haven't seen him, i would check inside, he could be talking to another teacher" she offers and you nod.

"thank you" you say and you rush inside as the teacher smiles to herself, seeing that chivalry wasn't completely dead.

you rush through the hallways, checking all the open classrooms, but not finding him.

that's when you hear a 'thud' come from the nearby boys bathroom.

you walk over and press your ear to the door, hearing muffled voices. you crack the door open, but don't look inside.

"casper..? is that you?" you ask into the air and you hear another voice.

"say anything, and you're dead" you recognized that voice. it was that ferret boy, and there was no doubt he was giving casper a hard time.

you roll your eyes and enter the boys bathroom, seeing that casper was on the floor, leaning against the wall while holding his arm.

and the ferret boy, he was standing a few feet away from where casper was, both looking over at you in shock.

"come on, this is pathetic" you say. "why can't you just leave him alone- he didn't do anything to you" you move to help casper up when the blonde blocks your path.

"well, now that i have both you freaks here, i think it'll save me some time" he cracks his knuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

before he could do anything, you trip him over and pin him to the ground, keeping a knee on his back to keep him down.

it all went by so fast, and the blonde lets out a shaky breath. "wh-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells.

you roll your eyes again and get off of him, helping casper up and rolling his sleeve up to see a large bruise on his arm.

the blonde gets up and brushes himself off. "you'll pay for that.." he rushes over again, and you push casper out of the way so you could stop the blonde from hurting him.

you catch his fist in your hand and twist it, causing him to wince.

you let go and back up a step, as if challenging him to do it again.

he just pants and reaches his arms out, and without thinking, you shoot a web out to stick his arms to the wall.

everything goes silent.

"shit.." casper whispers, grabbing onto your sleeve.

"you- you're her! you're arachnid!-" the blonde yells and you shush him.

"oh my god- no- this can't be happening-" you put your hands on your knees, hyperventilating.

casper puts a hand on your back. "please- jones-"

"..how do you know my actual name? i know you call me 'ferret' behind my back" he argues.

you scoff. "we've been going to school together since middle school-"

"and then you disappeared and became weird" he interrupts.

casper steps in front of you, glaring at jones. "she's not weird, it's just a mental illness- and it's not even an illness-"

"casper it's fine- just- jones please- you can't tell anyone.." you plead, feeling ultimately stupid for letting yourself slip up like that.

jones just scoffs. "i've just discovered your deepest darkest secret. you think ill just keep it to myself?" he asks sarcastically, trying to get him arm feee from the wall behind him.

you stare at casper uncomfortably, unsure of what to do.

"dude, this could get her arrested!" casper tries and jones just rolls his eyes.

"so?"

"so i wouldn't be able to help people anymore.. and my parents would be alone" you answer coldly.

"we have moon guy for that" jones replies and you shake your head.

"not to be self centered, but without me, 'moon guy' would go underground again" you respond and jones sighs.

"...i'll keep your secret. but it will cost you" he says and you roll your eyes.

"fine"

"i get inside information on your little rendezvous', and i want to know the whole deal with your 'dads'" he says and you tilt your head.

he wants to know about you? strange. but it's negotiable.

"alright.. deal-"

"uh, no." casper interrupts. "you are not-"

you take casper's arm and lead him a bit away from where jones was still stuck to the wall.

"casper i'm in no position to not take that deal.. you understand i've- i've killed people, right?" you say in a hushed voice and he sighs.

"i just don't want him taking advantage of you.." he admits and you take his hands in yours, squeezing them reassuringly.

"i know, cas. listen, i love you, but i have it handled" you give him a nervous smile and he sighs again.

"if you're sure.. and i love you too" he smiles back and you nod before turning back to jones.

you take the webs off of jones arm. "we have to leave.. there's a back entrance right outside, we can't let a teacher see us.." you lead the way, sneaking out of the bathroom, the two boys following you.

once outside, jones speaks up. "so.. do the webs come out of anywhere else?"

casper chokes on air. "dude-!"

you sigh. "no. every single person that knows has asked me that, and the answer is always a hard no" you answer.

"did you grow extra limbs?" jones asks, a bit out of character.

"interesting question, but no" you look to him for a split second, then you turn to casper who was on the other side of you, looking all jealous that another man was talking to you.

boo hoo, ghost.

you just silently held his hand while the three of you walked up to this gorgeous mansion.

"this is my home- i'll see you guys tomorrow!" jones uncharacteristically smiles and rushes inside his house.

you blink a few times and turn to casper "that was so weird.."

"yeah" he responds shortly and the two of you begin your walk to his house in a sort of tense silence.

~~~

you arrive at casper's house, and once you both go in grace looks to the door, visibly relieved to not see her husband.

casper goes over to grace, hugging her before you approach the two of them.

"grace.. i know it's not my place but we can help you.." you start and she smiles gently at you.

"i think i'm ready, as well as my children.. we will accept anything from you and your family" she says and you nod, also relieved.

"whatever you need, we can give you" you say to her, and she tears up a bit.

she smiles and rushes over to hug you tightly. "god bless you, y/n.." she whispers as you hug her back.

"i uhm- im going to take allison to the park.. we- we'll be back in an hour" she suddenly pulls away, going to allison's room.

"allison has been stressed lately, the park calms her down" casper explains to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

grace comes back out with allison and her eyes light up when she sees you, rushing over to hug your legs before waving quickly and running out the door, leaving grace to also wave and catch up to allison.

"well i hope they have fun.." you sigh, taking off your shoes as casper does the same

"so... what should we do now?" casper asks as the two of you stare at each other awkwardly.

"maybe start packing essentials..?" you offer and he nods, both of you going to his room.

~~~

"come on- just stick your hand back there it's fine!"

"no! i don't want my hand to be icky-"

"it's not that bad"

"then you do it-"

"but i can't reach"

you and casper had been arguing about who was going to reach behind his dresser to unplug his lamp, the dresser in which was bolted into the floor as it came with the house.

"...you're openly admitting your arms are shorter than mine?" you ask, smirking as you hold your arm out, and taking casper's to compare arm length.

he scoffs and yank his arm away, rolling his eyes.

"do you think i'll need to pack my pillows and stuff?" he asks and you hum.

"i've seen the place before, you'll be all set.. but i would still bring it. it'll be your new home after all" you tell him carefully, in a gentle tone.

he looks to you, taking your hands in his. "y/n.. i'm scared" he confesses, his voice shaking.

your brows furrow as you two step closer, so that you could cradle his face in your hands.

"i know.. but you're so strong, cas. i know this is the only home you've ever known but.. i really think you and your family will benefit. just think about your mother- your absolute gem of a mom- she will have the freedom she deserves- we already have job interviews set up for her.. does she like libraries? or uh- coffee shops because i-"

casper puts a finger to your lips to pause your speaking.

"y/n i love you. so so much- you don't have to do this for us-"

"i want to, casper.. we want to" you assure him, smiling gently.

he smiles as well, visibly relaxing.

"now quit moping around, i want to see what you have hidden in the back of your closet" you let go of him to stumble through piles of utter junk while he protests.

"y/n, baby, sweetheart, please don't-"

you pick up an old record player, sitting in the corner of a shelf. "what's this..? you have records?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"a few..." he scratches the back of his head, helping you out of the closet and putting the record player on his empty nightstand.

he opens his top dresser drawer and pulls out a frank sinatra record, the album being 'nice n easy'.

"awww cute" you hug casper from behind as he carefully puts the record onto the record player, adjusting the needle as music starts playing quietly.

you recognized it as 'fools rush in', and that's when you start swaying along with the music, still having your arms wrapped around casper.

he chuckles airily and turns around in your arms, grabbing your wrists gently and putting one over his shoulder and holding the other.

"you're so sappy, love" you rest your cheek on casper's chest as you both slowly dance around his almost empty room.

"you're the one who started this, dear" he responds, and you purposely and proudly step on his foot, making him pinch your side.

after the small interaction, you go through quite a few songs, just enjoying swaying along with the music and being in each others presence.

you bring your head up to rest your forehead against casper's, closing your eyes.

casper leans forward, capturing his lips with yours, slowing the dancing even further as he moves his hands to your waist, and you move yours thrown sloppily around his neck to keep him close.

you feel bold and slide your tongue against casper's bottom lip, making him open his mouth slightly for you to lick up into his mouth.

it gets steamy pretty quickly, and before you know it, your shirt is halfway across the room, and your straddling casper's lap on his still made bed kissing and sucking at his neck.

casper lets his eyes close as he breathes out slowly and shakily, running his hands up and down your sides, fingers nearing your bra clip.

you tug at his shirt as he unclips your bra, both of you sitting up to take said items off, casper's hands finding your breasts, kneading them as he pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

you let out a breathy moan as he does so, lightly tracing casper's bare chest with your fingers, circling around the scars on his abdomen.

he notices your stare at the healed wound, taking your hand in his and looking up at you.

"hey.. we don't have to do this right now-" he starts but you cut him off by delivering a quick kiss to his lips.

"i want to- sorry i.. i got distracted for a second.." you apologize, cleaning your head. "i really, really want to do this-"

casper chuckles at your eagerness, flipping the two of you over so that your back is flat on the bed, casper already untying the band on his sweatpants.

you do the same with yours, and it leaves you both nearly bare to each other, only being covered by your lower undergarments.

casper takes the band on your panties gently with his fingers, slowly pulling them down along your legs.

you're both looking into each others eyes when me leans down to kiss you, instantly moaning and letting his tongue explore your mouth.

casper brings a hand down to your sex, circling your clit with his thumb while gently pushing his middle and forefinger through your wet folds, making you let out a shaky breath before moaning into casper's mouth.

you feel his hard on press into your thing, making you break the kiss. "wait- do you have a condom here?" you ask, and casper reaches into one of his packed bags right by the bed.

"of course i do, we're too broke to be teen parents"

you laugh before focusing more on the moment as casper rips the condoms package open before throwing it to the floor, sliding the condom onto his hardening cock.

unbeknownst to you, casper bit his tongue to prevent himself from finishing just by you touching him. 

you just blink down at him, smiling as he gently flips you both over, now having your back on the bed while casper hovers over you. he smiles back, positioning himself over you so that the tip of his cock was lined up with your entrance.

taking in a deep breath and holding it, casper cradles your face while starting to push into you. "breathe, y/n.." he reminds you.  

you feel your eyes roll back into your head as casper sinks fully into you, and you let out a lengthy moan while your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. you both stay still while casper reminds you to breathe again, and you nod when you're ready for him to move.

casper slowly starts thrusting himself in and out of you, and if you were in a different headspace the noises of it would have bothered you. your nails dig almost impossibly deeper into caspers shoulders, and he leans down to start kissing your neck.

you lean your head further back, letting casper suck hickeys on every inch of you he could reach. your legs tighten around his waist as his thrusts get deeper and slower, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.

"cas- i.. i'm close-" you whine, leaning forward to hide your face in caspers neck, biting down on his shoulder as his breathe hits your ear.

casper lets out a lengthy moan into your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he brings a hand down to start circling your clit again. you bite down harder on caspers shoulder as you moan, legs starting to shake violently before you feel yourself release.

your eyes close as you move your head away from caspers shoulder, laying it down on the pillow below you as you catch your breath.

casper finishes a few seconds after, almost collapsing on top of you while he softens inside of you. he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face, planting a kiss on your cheek as he slowly moves off of you. a whine bubbles up from your throat at the feeling of him leaving you.

"come on, hon, let's get you cleaned up. i think there's still some towels in the bathroom" he tells you, lifting you to sit up and wrapping your shoulders in the blanket that was folded on his bed. he helps you stand and he wraps the blanket tighter around you as he leads you to the bathroom.

"thank you cas, i love you"

"i love you too, y/n/n"

~~~

you and casper had showered together, cleaning each other of any proof that you had done coitus. everything had been cleaned, and certain things had been thrown away as well.

you were now helping casper, grace, and allison unpack their things into their new house while jake and layla went to get the last of their belongings.

"how do you like your new room?" you ask allison, putting up the last poster for her. she smiles up at you before hugging your legs. you grin from ear to ear as you pat the top of her head. grace peaks into the room, eyes softening at the sight, her tense shoulders sinking into their more relaxed form.

"ms ha- grace- will you guys be alright here?" you ask and she instantly nods. "i've never felt safer.." she says with a smile.

you nod and allison lets go of you, letting you go to the front door ro get your shoes on. casper meets you there, handing you your jacket.

"i'll see you at school, cas" you say, putting your jacket on.

"of course, my love" he wraps his arms around your waist.

you snort and scrunch your nose a bit. "you're getting more corny by the second" you say out loud, wrapping your arms around his neck.

casper rests his forehead against yours. "anything for you, my darling honeybun-" 

"get off me"

"no- y/n- baby i'm sorry-"

"no, we are breaking up"

"..."

you press a small kiss to caspers cheek before opening their front door.

"i love you, see you tomorrow" you laugh, turning to leave.

casper laughs as well. "yeah, i love you too. dork" he mumbles to himself, knowing you could hear him.

you simply smile and begin your short journey home.

~~~

you unlock your door and go inside, expecting to see one of your dads and layla since they finishes helping with caspers family and their stuff a bit ago. yet, you didn't see or sense anyone.

and frenchie was gone as well..

odd.

that's when you felt it... the tingle, but it was sharper than usual.

and that's when khonshu and taweret appeared right in the middle of your living room.

~~~

A/N : cliffhanger. sorry not sorry. i truly love each and every one of you :)

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[kenlvry]

cheating prank

s : pranking kenny kyle craig and stan wasn't easy, but it also wasn't impossible.

kenny

youve been wearing different perfume for a week now to test kenny, a mans perfume. it was a harmless joke yk its what couples do (not really)

you just wanted to see if he noticed your change in perfume from your sweet scent to a heavy one

you honestly thought that kenny didnt notice but kenny notices, every time he hugs you he sniffs in your scent and recently its gone to feminine to masculine.

your suppose to be hanging out with kenny right now, checking yourself out and fixing your outfit in the mirror you remember to spray your perfume all over, a ring to your bell stops you in your track and you hid the perfume.

"kenny!! hii, you ready?" you said while greeting kenny, his face beamed and hugged you his head falls to your shoulder, face in the crook of your neck sniffing in your scent.

after smelling the familiar scent his smile turn into a frown and tightening his grip on your body "k..kenny" tapping his back violently.

he pulls back with a stern look on his face and walks past you going in your house and searching every inch of your house, you following behind urging him to stop

"ken what r you doing?? if ur looking for something just ask" he stops in your hallway and turn back, running his fingers through his hair

"where is he? its been a week,it seems like you love this man so much to the point you see him before going out with me," he approaches you towering over you. "please, i dont care how many men you want just dont leave me"

you couldn't hold it in and laughed loudly, it lasted about 10 seconds. "you think this is funny?" "IM.. HAHAHA IM JUST PRANKING YOU IDIOT" you continue to laugh while his face go dumb "WJAY, I LITERALLY JUST BEGGED YOU RO NOR LEAVE ME YOU KNOW HOW EMBARASISING THAT WAS??" you laugh even louder at this "WHY WPULD I CHEAT ON YOU STUPIS"

he sulked after that, took three days to get him to talk to you... never again will you prank him

kyle

coming home late wasn't a rare occurrence for you, i mean its not rare you go home past 12 but its 2 am and youve been coming home late for a week and a half now, kyle thought work had taken longer than its supposed to but after a call with a friend from where you work at saying work ended hours ago he goes fuming

hes sitting infront of the door arms cross on the chair he pulled from the dining room. contemplating whether to call you and confront you through call or wait for you

honestly you've been meeting up with your online friend and always forgets the time so really.. was it your fault??

keys clacking he stood up from his chair eyes focused on the door, "oh hi, thought you'd be asleep" you smiled , he opened his arms for his hug everytime you see him but you gave him a side hug and walked away. you had to hold in every urge to hug him tightly

he couldn't take it, if you lost feelings for him you couldve been honest. "y/n, are you even trying to hide it?" he says leaning on the countertop kitchen while you wash your hands

"kyle what?" "i mean if you lost feelings for me atleast tell me so i dont look dumb" he rolls his eyes "the house is yours for the night, have him over, kiss make out heck fuck if you want. im leaving"

you didn't know it'll take this far, your too shook to say anything and hes already putting on his jackets and shoes "wait kyle its-" "its what? a misunderstanding? its not what it looks like? fuck your excuses, i actually trusted you and thought you were at work, i was cooking waiting for you to come home so you could enjoy your meal after a long day at work but your coworker said work ended hours ago so what the hell? i cant even-" "its a prank."

he just stood there, frozen mouth wide open from what he was about to say "im sorry i didn't know i thought it was going to be harmless" you hug the stoned man

hugging you back he sniffles "shit don't scare me like that." your heart shattered when he sniffled fr, after that night you took him out to so many dates ur basically poor

craig

you usually never hide your phone from craig when someone texts you, infact you never did it once. you even let him type back to said person

but lately every time you get a message youd look at it secretly or get up from the couch just to check on it, everytime you put back your phone its facing down and you take it anywhere you sometimes laugh and giggle like a disney princess when you get a notification

now you had to make this believable, youd play your message ringtone and laugh while looking at your settings, texting your friend beforehand so when she replies it seems like someone texted you. to make it work you had to have some effort right?

craig seems like he dont give a fuck honestly but he is so curious he wants to know so bad he is such a busy body, he doesn't really suspect its a man he just thinks its really juicy gossip about his close friends so you try not to let him know

but after telling his friends thinking it was a funny thing hes shocked by the stories, some said that the last time their ex did it, it ended up being a man and they broke up. the other said the last time that happened their ex just randomly broke up with them just to find them taken the next day.

oh now his curiosity has grown from a hundred to a million. he gets it now, why you put your phone downwards or how you immediately grab your phone when his hands go to grab something near your phone.

that night you slept at his house, he's about to sleep, phone on the bedside table and ready to snooze, but you haddd to text your secret lover laughing oh so sweetly while typing back. tbh you were texting your bestfriend and she made to most funniest joke so...

"okay y/n ive had enough" he sits up and looks at you, your face puzzled. "dont play dumb bc i know damn well that you are texting your secret lover" you finally realised what hes talking about and you too sit up, holding back a smile.

"fuck y/n we've been together for 2 years, ive loved you all these 2 years but i guess you haven't. get out. i dont want some fucking cheater in my house" he gets up before you can say anything and rushes you downstairs and infront of the door, you tried explaining but he just wouldn't listen.

just as you're out on the porch you turned around "wait craig its a-" the door slams infront of you. damn. girl u messed up

craig sniffles walking up the stairs, two year relationship gone like that. ding a notification from his phone, he opens it and its you

"its a prank" hes dumbfounded and runs back to the door opening it to find you literally hugging yourself freezing with the cold weather, hugging you he sighs "fuck you"

you laugh "sorry craig"

after that he might have some trust issues but every notification you got you make sure he sees it first so he doesn't get paranoid.

Stan

now stan doesn't give a fuck honestly, he doesn't care who you hang out with what you do with them or what happens, he trusts you ALOT. meaning this prank had to be really believable.

you thought long and hard and finally got it, everytime stan comes over (which is every second) you are going to make a fuss whispering "hide" to make it seem like someone was at your house , genius right?? :)

stan notices quickly, at first all you do is make a lot of rustles, loud noises and eventually the Whispers

stan is immediately curious, you never hide your friends from him bc you know he doesn't care. ultimately his first instinct is to try and search the house but you insist on staying in the living room because your room is 'a mess' but who is buying that honestly?

his suspicions grew and he can't take it, he hears the whispers he hears the loud footsteps up the stairs and he hears you rushing around the house hiding stuff and hes devastated. he cant believe you'd cheat on him

hes had enough, he wouldve barged in to catch you in surprise but you have your house locked, the second you open your door he walks upstairs and you smile and almost laughed, you stopped him saying nothings up there and he shouldn't go in again, using the its a mess excuse but he doesn't care.

he immediately barges in your room and you pause, you walk in sitting on your bed legs cross and smiling

"hes under the bed is he?" "really y/n? cheating on me? you couldve told me you lost feelings, say something or atleast hint at it, fuck man." he turns around one hand on his waist the other rubbing his face. you felt bad and decided to call it off , walking up and turning him around you found him crying. you felt so bad

"stan omg its a prank im so sorry i love you" you hug him and he drops his head on your shoulder arms around you. "you love me right?" he mumbles and you hum "always" he looks up cupping your face and kisses you, his salty tears mixing in with the kiss. you kiss him back and literally curse yourself inside for hurting this man.

your trust in each other grew after a long talk and a whole week of spending every minute together. safe to says hes convinced you love him.

#south park #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick #south park x you #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #sp stan marsh #south park stan marsh #south park stan #kyle brovlofski #south park kyle #sp craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #sp craig #craig tucker #south park craig

[zozo-01]

"it started off so innocent. (she had a vibe and a wolf started digging it.)"

Hi folks! This right here is part two to @dominimoonbeam lovely request for Darlin' piercing David! The lovely @pinksparkl had brought up Gabe's potential reaction to David getting a piercing I had to write it!! So here is Gabe being frustrated and meddlesome in his own fatherly way towards the two stubborn of asses in the pack!!!

Thank you to @thatlesbeanjew and @colloquialcolival for giving me idea of Gabe making pupusas for David to further the Hispanic David Headcanon!!!

CW: No Angel or Sam AU, This is still happening in the College AU, Underage Drinking, (author forgot the legal age in the states is 21), Gabe just wants to make sure David and Darlin' are happy, Mentions of Marriage, The smut will come soon I promise, Once again despite the title of the song Darlin' is GN, I just really like the song way too much

click here for the ao3 link!!!

It was a rough day for David, and despite the fact that he didn’t tell him, Gabriel could tell the fatigue on his son’s face before he left the house. So as a way to cheer him up and make sure his child is taking care of himself, he decided to make his favourite dish tonight. Maybe he can take a couple pupusas with him to class so he has something to eat in between meetings.

Gabriel watched the pot of boiling water, making sure the pork didn't burn while he kneaded the dough. Food had and will always be how Gabe shows love to those around him, something that was ingrained into his blood by his mother. In his childhood, he watched his mom cook big batches of food for their family and neighbours. Big celebrations filled with people and meals were a highlight from his childhood, and despite being far away from his home land now, he intends to bring David that same joy.

Once the water evaporated, he added the pork, onions and green peppers to a food processor, turning it into a paste for the pupusas. Through the noise, he could still hear the door open and close. Assuming it was David, he listened to the young man flop onto the couch. Gabe turned back to see David, with his shoes off thankfully, peacefully dozing off. Good, he should sleep after a stressful day. 

A while goes by, and Gabe spends it by continuing to fill the dough with the pork paste, when he felt a head rest on his shoulder. Without looking down, he chuckled. “Feeling hungry David?” The young wolf groaned, still half asleep but clearly woken up by the amazing smell. Placing the first batch of pupusas onto the comal, he turned to David. “Give me another 10 minutes, ok son?” David grumbled and sat at the dining room table, head in arms as he tried to fall back asleep.

Gabe found David’s behaviour a little off. Sure, his son was exhausted, but even at this state, David would make an effort to speak. As a father, he told his son that he has to express what he’s feeling, for his and others sake. As an Alpha, he always emphasized that a leader must communicate to his followers, lest they lose respect for him.

(Not that he listens to either piece of advice. David is still the closed off boy from his youth, scared to express his feelings for a certain white wolf lest he makes a fool of himself. And despite his best attempts, David still relied on his father when it came to pack business, not comfortable enough in his role as Beta to voice his concerns. He only wishes he’ll be alive to see his son blossom into the man he knows David can be. Or at least be Darlin’s father-in-law.)

A quick sniff of the air had Gabe recoil. There was a sharp, alcoholic smell in the air, and it was coming from David. So either he got a cut that needed to be cleaned. Or his son decided to do a little bit of day drinking. Judging by his tired voice and vampire-like aversion to light, he’ll bet on the latter. Not that he was mad at him for it.

Walking over to David, Gabe put the plate of pupusas and a cup of water on the table. “Here you go, kid,” he said while ruffling his hair. “Eat up and you’ll feel a whole better.” He walked back to the kitchen to clean up the dirty dishes. He eyed his son, thinking about what, or who, could convince hiss on 

David whined, moving his head in what looked like a nod. With what little strength he had left in his arms, he picked up the pupusa in his hand. But before he could open his mouth and take a bite, he grumbled and put it down. Turning his head to Gabe and squinting his eyes at the light, David slurred out, “Sorry Dad, can’t eat right now.”

Now David was not like other boys his age. He preferred to study over going out to parties and he took his duties as Beta so seriously that you would have thought his life depended on it. The fact that he came home even the slightest bit inebriated was already enough cause for suspicion. But the one thing he had in common with most boys, especially shifter boys, was their appetite. David could and will eat everything in sight, even more so when stressed. It was the reason Gabe made pupusas in the first place for him. 

The fact that David wasn’t eating, especially his favourite meal, meant that something was very, very wrong.

Through the bond as Alpha and Beta, or through their bond as father and son, David waved his hand casually, a way to  quell the worry building up in his father. “Don’t worry, dad. Darlin’ gave me some soup to drink.” With that, David got up with immense effort, and stumbled on to his room.

Gabe knew of Darlin’s habit of… making impulsive decisions that landed them in interesting situations. He still remembers that one time he had to grab them from Vancouver because they wanted ‘Tims.’ He also knows that they wouldn’t drag the pack into a situation that they deemed dangerous, opting to deal with it on their own. He hopes that one day, they’ll break that habit and rely on the pack.

He has enough trust in them to not make David do anything stupid. In fact, he’s thankful that they bring David out of his comfort bubble. With them, he feels comfortable enough to make the stupid decisions that he’ll cherish when he’s older. That being said, it didn’t hurt to shoot them a call to see what was going on. (He’s a little salty that the pupusas are going to go cold.)

Picking up his phone from the counter, he dialed Darlin’s number. After a couple of rings, the wolf in question picks up the phone.

“Hey, fluffball.”

“Whatever happened, I didn’t do shit.”

He chuckled, not surprised by the wolf’s suspicion. “Of course. You do know that I’ll take your side no matter what, right?” He shook his head at the silence, disappointed in Darlin’s continued belief that he has no faith in them. But this is for a different time. “Reason I called you was because David came home drunk. And he said that you told him that he couldn’t eat…”

He could feel Darlin’s apprehension across the line with the way their breath hitched and quickened. They were already expecting another lecture. “I’m not mad, fluffball. I just need to know why my son didn’t eat any of my pupusas.”

Darlin’s breath calmed down, but the nerves were still present in their voice, “Uhh… well… I may have given David a… piercing?” They laughed nervously, not knowing what Gabe’s reaction might be.

Luckily for them, and obviously for him, Gabe didn’t mind that his son got a piercing. For starters, it was his body, and David could do whatever he wanted with his body. He was his own person and Gabe has enough faith in him to make the right decisions. (Even if some of those decisions tend to be clouded by love and lust.) He was more shocked that Darlin’ was able to convince him to get a piercing of any kind. As a business major, David always made sure his appearance remained corporate friendly, and piercings are anything but that. 

A loud laugh erupted from Gabe, his mind concocting all the scenarios that would have let his son make that decision. “I got two questions for you, kid. What kind of piercing did you give him and how on earth did you manage that?”

“I gave him a tongue piercing- but I promise that I was super safe! Ain’t no way it’ll get infected unless he does something stupid.” Gabe didn’t have any worries about the process being safe and sanitized. “As for why… um… that might be a story for later.”

“Like on your wedding day?”

He found great amusement in seeing Darlin’ stutter out a response, trying to find a way to dismiss and deny that thought. It was hard to fluster them, their resolve was strong as iron, but bringing up David never failed to break them a little. Around the rest of the pack, they were reserved, reluctant to integrate themselves. With David, Darlin’ could be the carefree kid that Gabe had heard plenty of stories about. 

Now if only both of them can get their asses out of their heads and confess before he gets any grey hairs would be greatly beneficial.

“Relax, I’m only teasing,” he reassured, “But seriously. You need to tell him how you feel. For both of your sakes.” As adorable as it was watching David and Darlin’ pine for each other from a distance, he knew that it was causing them both unnecessary heartache. “The only way to resolve this, relationship or not, is by talking about your feelings. I promise it’ll leave both of you better off.”

“Yeah, I get that… But what if?”

Gabe didn’t need rocket science to know that their mind was being dragged off to a hundred different hypotheticals, combing through each scenario to figure out where everything would go wrong. He doesn’t blame them, he’s well aware of Darlin’s rough homelife to understand why they’re so cautious, even if he doesn’t know the specifics.

He just wishes that for once, they give the same level of consideration to the positives that they do to the negatives.

“I know it’s easier said than done, but just think about it. Okay kid?”

They sighed on the other end, and he deluded himself into thinking it isn’t a dismissive sigh. “I’ll try.”

He thanked Darlin’ and said his farewells, making sure to remind them to come to the next pack meeting. He could hear their eyes roll from across the line, but is thankful that they’ll abide in his request. Gabe noted that their confirmation of their appearance at the meeting was said in a more confident tone than their agreement to talk to David.

Putting the phone down, he rubbed his hand over his stubble. Dealing with emotionally reserved people was always a challenge, for one wrong step could lead to eternal broken trust. But Gabe knew in his heart that if David and Darlin’ would just sit down and talk, it would lead them both down a path of lifetime joy.

He just hopes he’s alive for the day that happens.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted gabe #redacted david #redacted darlin #we were robbed of gabe making fun of david for his crush on angel #but i can use him to make fun of david and darlin teehee #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Inspiration)

○●○

"Why in the world is it a v-neck on this..?" Nimbus mutters in disbelief. She holds the dress Tulip had been wearing, looking it over crtically. "And the sequins.. what the fuck, is that glitter?"

Back at Tulip's van, the group sat outside on either chairs or the ground below, around a fire made by SMG10. Tulip smiles wryly as she sits on the stairs of the van. "Yeah.." she nods. "It's.. it's bad."

"Bad is an understatement!" Nimbus shakes her head. "The stitching is just awful. The sequins are all over the place, and good lord, why is this patch a different shade of green?!?"

Snickers arise as Nimbus looks at Tulip, almost frantic. "Please let me burn this, there is no way this is being saved."

"Be my guest." Tulip gestures to the fire.

Nimbus sighs in relief, and she tosses the dress onto the fire. She picks up a nearby stick and starts hitting the dress, cursing as she did. "Whoever made that needs God."

Tulip shakes her head with a smile. It made sense that Nimbus would know how a dress should be made, given her background.

"So, what do you think is going to happen now?" Arle speaks up, looking at Tulip.

"My parents aren't stupid. Delusional, but not stupid." Tulip shrugs. "They won't try anything for a while now that they know you guys will step in." As she speaks, she gently scratches Dragonite's cheek, who lets out a pleased growl as a result.

"That's good. Didn't feel like killin' someone today." Tune shrugs.

Tulip laughs, and the thief smiles a bit. Though she seems to remember something, she nudges a bag over to Tulip. "Here ya go, kid."

The teen tilts her head, and she leans forward from her spot on the van stairs and grabs the bag. She unzips it and gasps, seeing all of her items.

"What.. how did you..?" Tulip begins sifting through the bag, seeing everything that was hers in there. Everything she got herself.

"Snowball made a good point earlier." Tune points to a deadpanning Nimbus before glancing back towards the fire. "Said that ya prob'ly couldn't get yer things, so I got 'em."

The teen Avatar sniffs softly and tears well in her eyes. "I.. Tune.. Thank you! I never thought.."

"It's fine." Tune waves her off, but she can't stop the smile from forming. "Makes up for all the fake stuff back there."

Tulip laughs softly despite her tears. "Yeah, my mom was always easy to trick."

As she resumes looking through the bag, Nimbus and Tune share a look, smiles on their faces. Maybe it wasn't so bad to not be always clashing with each other.

10, meanwhile, pokes her head out the door. She glances at Tulip with a smile before looking at the other Avatars. "7 just texted me and said she got some food. She wanted to know if you guys wanted any."

Agreements quickly came from all of the group and 10 giggles. "Nice. Just make sure not to take any back home." She gives a pointed look to Mario, who only raises his hands.

"Mario will not make promises he can't keep." He states simply, making everyone laugh.

As they do, Tulip wipes her tears and smiles.

She was glad she had them.

#avatar: nimbus #avatar: tulip #arle nadja #tune dark #smg: smg10 #smg4 mario #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #FOUND FAMILY AAAAAAAAAAA #anyway I love these idiots/affec

[one-boring-person]

What about a Barney Ross x Reader where they're this small and positive person (like between 4 ft 10 in and 5 ft 2in) that literally smiles and laughs through the danger? And they share a vulnerable moment with Barney about their past/trauma and end up having a romantically heated moment? It could also be like the Expendables Crew x Reader with the same prompt and they support the reader if you want!

I'm really sorry this is a bit short, but I hope you like it!😊💛

Took You Long Enough.

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: allusion to sex, mentions of abuse, mention of death, mention of injury, alcohol consumption

Masterlist

"You ok there, kiddo?" The gruff voice behind me startles me a little from my thoughts, my head turning towards the source.

Barney moves into the ring of visibility cast by the fire he's permitted us to light, dark eyes glowing in the orange flush surrounding us. His body armor hangs loosely from one arm, his undershirt rumpled and bunched around his musculature underneath, pistols still hanging from his hips. As he draws nearer, I smile a little at the state of his hair: mussed and wild.

"Yeah, just thinking." I respond, watching as he comes to sit beside me, pulling a hip flask out.

I raise an eyebrow and he waves me off, playfully dismissive as he takes a sip of whatever he's got inside, offering it to me. Taking it, I sniff the rim before tipping some into my mouth, wincing at how strong it is.

"Jesus, Barney, you trying to wake the dead with that stuff?!" I swallow tightly, grimacing at the flavor.

The mercenary laughs, holding the flask loosely.

"Feels like it needs to sometimes." He muses, the self-deprecating note creeping into his voice again, as it so often does in his quieter moments. 

I shrug.

"Gunnar uses stuff like that to make his brain function normally." I comment, glancing over to where the Swede is asleep.

Barney laughs softly - as softly as he can manage with a smoke-torn throat - turning his gaze on me again.

"What were you thinking about?" He eventually asks, head tilted, dark eyes curious but not probing.

Tensing a little, I pull at my fingers a little, unconsciously, unsure of whether or not to tell him. Part of me wants to keep this to myself, but the other part knows full well that he'll figure it out eventually. 

"My dad." I finally admit, keeping my head down. 

"Your dad?" His voice is quiet, tone questioning though it's clear he's not trying to pressure me into answering.

"Yeah," I nod, unwilling to look up as the memories stir in my head again, "My dad."

"What about your dad?"

Swallowing, I take a breath to calm the rising emotion, regaining my composure.

"About how he's the only reason I'm still around. And where that eventually got him." I steady my breathing, "My mother was...abusive. She was dependent on alcohol, and she was often violent when she got drunk, to both me and my dad. It was terrible...she'd come home from "work" reeking of booze and sex, then she'd have a go at us. Then she'd take her fists to us."

I stop for a moment to steady myself again, my breath threatening to hitch as I recall those horrific episodes...the raised fists, clutching shards of bottle, or glass, slashing down at the nearest target. The last time, she found her target in my father and raised her fist never again against him. She didn't need to.

"She used to use pieces of glass to...to cut us." Subconsciously, I rub at my arms, remembering the ugly scars littering the skin, "One day, my dad protected me and she got him in the neck."

I fall silent, glad to know that Barney is listening with his whole attention, eyes fixed on me, wide with undisguised shock.

"(Y/n)...I'm so sorry...I had no idea." He starts, sounding genuinely apologetic.

"Well, now you do." I laugh, but the sound is dry and sharp, unnatural.

We fall silent, the mercenary evidently unsure of how to continue until he eventually moves closer, hesitantly lifting a hand to my chin, which he takes between three fingers, tilting my face towards him. Meeting his gaze, I can't help the jump in my pulse at our sudden proximity, overwhelmed by the sympathy flooding his brown eyes.

"I'm really sorry that happened to you, (Y/n). Thank you for telling me." He says softly, breath lightly brushing over my face as he speaks.

I can't keep my eyes from his lips now, a deep yearning awakening inside me. Feebly, I try to say something in return, but can only manage a soft sound of acknowledgement, sounding almost pathetic. His fingers are warm on my skin, rough calluses scraping ever so slightly over my chin as he lets his hand fall ever so slightly, his eyes now raking over my face entirely. Unable to help myself, I let out a soft groan, nearly imperceptible. 

Somehow, he hears it.

Instantly, his hand cups my face, pulling me forwards, lips pressing insistently against mine. Moaning in surprise, I clutch at his shoulders and lean into him, pressing closer as he uses his hold on my face to deepen the kiss, tonguing at my lip. Parting gladly, I let my eyes fall closed as his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me even as I do him, discerning the strong alcohol and rough cigar smoke on his breath as he groans into me. 

Dropping his hands, Barney grips my waist and pulls me into his lap, pinning me against his hard body. Moaning, I grind against him, pulling back as he starts to bite and kiss at my jawline, huffs of need leaving him. His tongue is hot and wet on my skin as he licks down to my neck, following every trail he leaves with his lips, hands gripping me tightly. Nudging his nose against the underside of my jaw, Barney encourages me to look up so he can lavish my neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, stroking up my back now, hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. Fervently kissing my neck, he wraps my legs around him and flips us so we're lying on the floor, his hard body pressing down on top of me, lips returning to mine to stifle the moans that are now escaping me.

"There are more private places to be doing that." A gruff voice interrupts us, Lee's weary tone catching us off-guard.

Parting, we look through the darkness at the mercenary watching us, blushing as he smirks and lifts an eyebrow.

"Took you long enough, Barney."

#sylvester stallone #break writes #barney ross x reader #Barney Ross #Barney Ross imagine #the expendables #the expendables 2 #the expendables 3

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

i saw your sad post about the dementia reader :( maybe one a little lighter, where its not dementia, reader just had dental surgery and is super loopy. "Wait, your my husband?! Holy Shit i hit the jackpot!" XD

Undertale Sans - It's one of these top 10 times he laughed until he couldn't breathe anymore. It's hilarious. Everytime he's asking you something, you looks so confused, it's the best thing he has ever seen. He's taking a billion video of this just to show you later.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus looks at you, then at the doctor, then he says "Are they ok ?". He's as worried as confused. He didn't expect you to ever act like this. It's new. Also please stop to flirt with him, his cheeks are so hot they might explode. Papyrus will be relieved once it's over.

Underswap Sans - "I never knew I married a hamster". S/O stops, then starts to cry. Why is he saying you turn into a hamster ? It's horrible. Blue is begging you to stop as the doctor can't stop laughing.

Underswap Papyrus - He's messing with you. He had put googly eyes on his face and everytime he's getting rid of ther, you don't recognise him anymore. Just like Sans, he can't stop laughing. Are everyone like you ? He's definitely going in your neighbour's room just to mess with them too, and he'll come back secretly several times after this.

Underfell Sans - "i... uh... i mean... i... well..." He's so red he can't say a sentence correctly. The fact that you're petting his head like he's some sort of labrador is not helping. Can you please stop omg ?

Underfell Papyrus - "Say it again !" "*SIGH* FINE, I GUESS YOU ARE MY LITTLE POGCHAMP" You are smiling stupidly like it's the best compliment you have never heard. Edge hides his face in pillow, completely red, and screams. Why do you have to be so cute ?

Horrortale Sans - ... You don't remember him ? He looks at the doctor, almost panicked. When he says it's only temporary, he relaxes a little, but not entirely. He knows what it does to suddenly not remembering someone and he doesn't want this to happen to you. He calms down once you pokes his cheeks like it's the most funny thing you have seen in days and starts purring.

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh boy. He promised he won't cry during the surgery, why is he crying now ? He's suddenly overwhelmed with love and crushes you into his arms. Please never change. *SNIFF*

Swapfell Sans - He tries his best to stay neurtral, but every flirt line you're saying is making him blush a little harder. There's no escape. You won't stop. Why won't you stop ? Can't you see how embarrassed he is ? All the doctors are mocking him. God, how long before he can throw you in bed at home ?

Swapfell Papyrus - "hey S/O" "What ?" "I just ate the last nuggets" ... "HOW COULD YOU ?!" You're slapping him in the face as he dies of laughter. You are feeling outraged about not eating that nugget. He's a criminal. You call the police. Rus is not stopping you. He can't stop crying of laughter as you're trying to explain the officer that Rus stole the last nugget and that they have to do something !

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[softcallofdutyimagines]

And I love Her

Frank woods x E's Bell

Content trade with @efingart! Woods and Bell have been together for a decent time now, but even after all this while of developing their relationship... Frank still harbors some insecurities

Soft light filters into a grey, empty room. Rain pours and pours outside the window. Bell rests on the lone couch in silence. The cheap little television drones on in front of her, cutting in and out of the set channel whenever the storm crescendos.

That's alright, she's not watching anyway.

She takes a sip of her tea. It's long since cold, but she hardly notices.

The front door slams open, clattering precariously against it's loose hinges. Snapped out of her morning ritual, Bell comes to life. She jumps, "Holy shit"

Frank Woods darts into their home, and leans against the door to barricade it shut. Soaked to the bone, he shakes his head out aggressively, sending water splattering all over the walls.

"Damn. Fuckin' hurricane out there...", He mutters and drops a bag of groceries from one hand, and in the other, holding so-

"Welcome back", Bell jokes.

"Fuck!", Frank jumps. On instinct, years of learned behavior has him reach for a sidearm that isn't there. He snaps to face her, hand grasping at air.

She seems unphased.

With a deep sigh, relaxes immediately. It's just her. "Jesus...", He breathes, "I uh, thought you'd still be sleeping"

Bell sips her tea, "It's 10 am Frank", she says flatly.

He checks his watch in disbelief. She's right.

"...What's that?", Bell has not taken her eyes off him since he entered. It's only about now that she notices what else he's brought home.

Woods looks up at her, as though he's forgotten. He looks over to his clenched fist, and straightens up with some pride. A few mismatched, roughly handled flowers wait patiently to be noticed.

"Oh these? They're for you", He walks over to her with long strides, before offering them with a shining grin.

The bouquet is pretty, but very irregular. If she didn't know better....

"Where did you get these?"

He flops down on the couch beside her. Bell puts the tea aside. That's twice now she's been made to spill some.

"Found em", he stretches casually, "Passed by some gardens on the way back. Thought you might like em"

"So you stole them", her voice is accusing, but she smiles and politely accepts and sniffs them anyway.

"I like to think of it as a little thanks for my service", he jokes and wraps an arm around Bell's shoulders, getting comfortable, "Do you like em?", he kisses her cheek.

"I love them", she says.

"Damn, you don't sound very convinced"

She rolls her eyes and kisses him back, "Really, I do", she gives a little smile and admires them once more, "So... What are they for?", Bell playfully narrows her eyes at him.

Frank grows a little defensive, "Whaddya mean 'what for'? A man can't get his girl some flowers just cause?"

Bell carefully puts the flowers aside, "Ok, now I know you did something"

"I swear, I didn't!", he laughs, then settles a little, "I just... You know, wanted to get you something nice for once"

"Well... I guess this sort of makes up for forgetting my birthday", she leans tiredly into his side as he draws her closer.

Woods rolls his eyes and huffs, "I said I was sorry! Geez... Anyway, did ya see? I got you a rose in there too", he grins brightly and nuzzles his nose to her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah... I saw. Very romantic", she assures him, then soon after gives him a solid swat, "Since when are you this soft anyway?", she laughs.

He growls playfully, "Oh I'm sorry", he nips her ear, "would you rather me be rough?"

Frank kisses the spot before any effort can be made from her to pull away, or worse, get him back. Leaning against her with just enough weight, he applies a couple more kisses for good measure, ending in laying her down beneath him.

"I'll think about it", she laughs. Bell kisses him softly, holding his cheek and chin in each hand. When they part, she gives his beard a little tug before twirling the bristly hair through her fingers, "I missed you this morning"

"After a night like that, I'd miss me too", he laughs crassly.

Bell clicks her tongue and gives him a shove. Not too hard, but just enough to disrupt his precarious balance. Of course, he takes the opportunity to have some fun. Woods rolls off the couch and to the floor, Bell locked in his arms, falling down with him.

He gives a victorious growl as she yelps in surprise. At least he had the courtesy to let her land on top.

With the wind nearly knocked out of her, Woods takes the opportunity of silence to get another word in. He kisses her parted lips, "I missed you too baby"

She makes a face and swats his chest again. He laughs, but lets her go. Bell sighs and sits up, safely on the floor. She stretches, then leans over to pull the blanket down after her. Before she can lay back down with it, Frank snatches two pillows and situates one of them below for her to rest her head.

Bell gives him a playfully suspicious look, but says nothing as she accepts the gift.

Outside, the rain continues to pour. Loud, hollow strikes pelt against the siding and windows. Damn rain sounds like it's coming down sideways.

A bitter howl of wind pierces the morning air. The windows rattle in response. Bell sighs, looking up at the ceiling as she lays. Woods takes her stray hand in his, "Scared?", he jokes.

"It's such a shitty day out... Was kind of hoping for some sun is all", she turns to look at him. Woods is propped up on his elbow, listening intently to her troubles.

Bell pauses, a little caught off guard, "What... You've got a look"

"What? Psh...", he turns away, "Nah, there's no look. I'm just... Listening. Thinkin', you know"

Bell huffs a laugh, "About?"

"Ah, nothin'... Just wish I could give you a nicer day to go with those flowers"

"I wouldn't worry about that... I've got some fresh flowers new flowers and you brought the Guinness. Right? What more could a girl ask for", she looks over, but his mind still seems... Somewhere else.

"Was there... Something else?", she probes.

Woods looks at her for a long while... His gaze softens, "Ah nothing... Just that- I'm the luckiest guy in the world"

Bell laughs, "Guess you'd have to be, to make it through all the shit you have. Frank the unkillable, and all, right?"

He groans, "Jesus, don't go saying that around Mason will ya? He'll think you heard it from me"

Bell laughs. A real one, this time.

It's been a long time since he's heard her quite like that.

"Anyway, nah I was thinking more like... Got lucky with you"

Bell rolls her eyes, "Psh, please. You're not the first guy I've been with, you know"

"Hey, come on!", he laughs, "I'm trying to say something here!"

"Well then say it", she huffs a laugh back and rolls to face him. Bell rests a hand on Frank's chest, the other props up her cheek. Back and forth in tiny motions, a lone finger sweeps side to side along the muscle.

Thank fuck for this old flannel... He fears the pounding heartbeat would betray him.

"I just... You know- I never thought... I didn't think a guy like me could be so happy, you know?", he takes her hand off his chest.

Holds it.

Admires it.

Every bit as callused as his, and yet... There's something so much more tender to it.

"Things are... Great. You know, since us, and all"

Bell takes back her hand and rolls onto her back with a laugh, "Damn. You are so full of shit today"

"Hey...", Frank sits up, a look of urgency etched into all those fine, detailed lines of his. It catches her by surprise. Bell's seen it all from him. Angry. Frustrated. Tense. Excited...

But it's oh so rare for him to look this hurt.

"Normally I'd say you're right, but... I'm tryin to be serious, alright? You know I'm not good at this shit-"

There's something about that look. She's so used to his layers and shield of sarcasm... It startles her to see him so sincere.

Bell changes gears, the personality she's let herself cultivate to match and counter his humor falls to the wayside. He's not the only one with a shield.

She sits up to look at him on an even level, "Hey...", her hand slides across the floor, delicate fingers intertwining with his, "Alright, I'm sorry. I'm... Glad we're together too, Frank. You know that"

Bell gives his hand a little squeeze and kisses his cheek, "Guess I never... Never thought I'd find someone so like me, you know?"

Frank's brows relax. From wounded, back to that same look from before. That one that makes her feel like the most special woman in the world. The one that reminds her that she's a person, and there's someone who sees her for it.

The one that looks at her with the kind of love she's only ever dreamed of having.

"Heh, I uh... I know exactly what you mean", he gives a small smile, and rests his head tenderly against hers.

Outside, the rain continues to fall, but the storm begins to subside. The winds are quiet, the thunder gone. Soft rushes of wind and water beat harmlessly against the roof of the house, like a great, gentle hush. Even the noise of the city seems far away, muted.

Like all the world has fallen aside... They are alone, but together, at long, long last.

Bell makes a small noise, dangerously close to discomfort.

"What?", Woods asks with a laugh.

"You're soaking"

"Oh, shit-", he pulls away abruptly, only to find that indeed, Bell is now just about equally drenched in rain. Fuck. He could've at least changed first before rolling all over her.

He looks over towards the stairs, so so far away... Then back at her. He can't say he particularly wants leave.

Ah, an idea...

Woods strips off his shirt and tosses it aside, shaking out the few remaining drops of water from his hair. His skin is humid; cold from the residual water, but warm from his vitality.

"Better?", he leans in smugly.

Bell tries to hide her smile, "Definitely not worse", she braces a hand against his chest, the bristly hairs tickling her palm. He kisses her once, then twice, taking note of the way her fingers bite against his skin.

She pauses to rest, while he steals a few more kisses. Bell returns one more and then, "...Here", she pulls the blanket up and drapes it over his shoulders. Hopefully it'll help him dry.

The material tickles against the hair of his back. Not very pleasant, but he can take a hint.

Satisfied, Bell leans back into his embrace. He lays back slowly, with a great sigh as he finally gets to relax against the floor. Her cheek to his chest. Her hand sliding between his fingers. Softly falling rain and quiet breathing fills the air.

"Hey... Can I- Can I ask you something?"

Always ready with a smart remark... Bell puts it aside this time, "Yeah?"

"Do I... Don't laugh, alright? It's just- Do I... Make you happy?"

She can't help but snort at that.

"Hey, I said don't fucking laugh!"

Bell thumps his chest, "I'm not!", she laughs.

Frank rolls his eyes, fully disgruntled, "Forget it"

Propped up on an elbow, Bell collects herself and leans over him, "Hey...", she takes his chin gently between her fingers and turns him back to meet her gaze, "I'm sorry, alright? I just... I didn't think you felt like you had to ask", she follows the statement with a small, confused huff of laughter.

"Yeah, well.... Just gotta make sure. I can't afford to fuck this up, you know?"

"... How do you mean?"

His eyes shoot over, locking onto hers. The wrinkles around his face tighten, a deathly serious look coming over him, as though the answer to her question should be obvious.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'what do I mean' ?", he crawls his arms along the floor, propping himself on his elbows, "Mila if I lost you it would be the fucking death of me"

"Pft, come on Fra-"

"No, I'm serious", he cuts her off immediately, not even entertaining the idea of a joke. Woods slides his arms a little more until he's sat up straight, all the while, he never stops looking at her.

His eyes are so intense... It's rare to see them like this outside of the warzone. Even in the hazy grey of the filtered, morning rain they seem crystal bright, like little glimpses of the fire within him.

He takes either side of her jaw in his callused hands and holds her in a kiss for one, long while... Hardly an inch separates them when he's finished. His voice is low and quiet. Soft, unlike she's ever heard before.

It's a whisper as though these words are meant only for her, "I've never been this happy... In my entire, fucking life. Didn't even know I could feel like this. You make me happy, Mila. And... I guess I just want to know... You know, if I'm worth keeping around"

His hands begin to fall, slipping away from her skin as he breaks the hold he has on her gaze. Mila's hands slide up his arms, catching his wrists before they can slip too far. He may have stopped looking... But she can't tear her eyes away.

"What makes you think you wouldn't be?"

He scoffs, "You gotta ask? Look around... No one's ever stayed before. I know what I'm like. I guess... I just don't see what you see"

As he finishes his statement, she lets their hands slide down together. She holds them firmly in her lap, giving a squeeze of comfort. He's right.

She knows it. He knows it. No one would say otherwise.

He's rough and coarse and an incredible asshole...

And yet- He's loyal and passionate and strong, even in the face of odds that leave everyone else shaken.

Odds like hers.

All that shit... Perseus, Adler, the CIA. God, she hardly even knows who she is anymore. Just when she thought she understood one thing, there's another twist just a few steps away and even still, everything can be... Confusing. The memories, the nightmares, the doubt.

Yet through it all, as fucked as everything is... There's one man who's been there all along the way.

It wasn't always easy. It wasn't all sharing a bed and good morning kisses and gifts of stolen, garden flowers... But it was always him.

Where are the words to describe such things? Bell hardly claims to be better with words than him, but damn if she won't try. All she can do is tell him how she feels. How much he means to her.

His support.

His strength.

His love.

When the words have stopped. When all is said. Something more like a common understanding is had. He may not think of himself as much... Hell, she feels the same way about herself-

But he's more than enough to her. And that's all that matters to him.

#frank woods x bell #THIS ONE GOES OUT TO OUR QUEEN #THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ART AAAAAA

[obeyme-headcanons]

Now this is something I really want to do in the game. And I'm so dissapointed that we cant. So....I've written it down!! :)

What if MC helped clear ALL of Mammon's debts??

A/N: Much fluff, a G/N MC, and possible TWs.

TW: Much fluff, blood, some cursing, mean witches 😡, some bullying, and a wholesome baby Mammon 💛.

Please enjoy!! :) 💛

Mammon comes into your room all bloody and bruised. He staggers a bit before plopping on your bed next to you.

"M-Mammon...are you okay??" You question. You hear a muffled grunt from your left side.

"Mammon? Who did this to you?" You hear silence. Mammon must not want to answer. You think about who could've done this. His brother's are abusive, but only mentally. No lesser demon would dare mess with the second-born. Hmm. Wait, wasn't Mammon summoned by the witches earlier? It must have been them. They're always attacking him in some way,

"Mammon? Did the witches do this to you," you ask. "Please tell me the truth." The second you finish, Mammon lifts his head to you, and you see tears running down his face. From his reaction, it's safe to say the witches did it.

"Why would the witches do this?"

"It because of my DAMN debt!! I don't know what I did to them...*sniff* I never even met them before they came up and told me I owed them!!"

Poor Mammoney. He didn't deserve this. Every day, he either came back with nothing, bruised and bloodied or so emotional. Mammon kept talking about the witches, and what they'd do to him. He was spiling his heart out.

"And one time...OH!! I can't forget about...then they said..." Mammon kept going. Eventually, he stopped talking, realizing what he'd just said. You getting more furious, you kept thinking if a plan to get Mammoney out of debt. Getting more furious at the witches with each of Mammon's words, you can't think of anything. So you decide to try and make him feel better at least,

You fix Mammon up, get him emotionally stable and watch his favorite movie. He rests his head on your shoulder, and you die inside. How the hell is he so cute?! You slowly take out your D.D.D, set the brightness all the way down, and snap a few pictures. You head over to devilgram, of course stopping by your settings to update your wallpaper, and scroll around. You find a certain demon's page, supposedly the owner of ristorante six, and scroll.

You see a post of the demon stating that they need more workers. The pay seemed pretty good! 10 hours a day for 10k Grimm! Sure, it'd be hard. And painful and annoying. But you already had quite bit of Grimm saved up. About 666k (😈) to be exact. And you'd do anything to see him smile. So you DM the demon and ask for an interview. They accepted and wanted to see you the next day after 2. You smiled and sighed, praying to Lord Diavolo you could get the job.

"Hey, human. Where are ya going?" Of course Mammon had to barge in. Not that you hated it, now just wasn't a good time. All dressed up, you glance around nervously.

"Ahh, I'm just...going..." You couldn't find the words. You had to make up an excuse for this man. "Ahhuumm..."

"Jeez human. Just say you're going out! It's not that hard, ya know?" He sighed. With his hands on his hips, he pauses, and walks out. You're confused, but understand when he comes back with your backpack.

"H-Here you go. Sorry I took it. I was looking for Goldie-"

"It's okay Mammon." You walk over, kiss him on the cheek and walk out the door. His face turns red and he's very glad you walked out. After he's calmed down, he knows something is up. Everytime you go out together, you never dress up. Are you going to see someone? Do you not like him?? His thoughts spiral until he convinces himself that even if you did find someone, at least they made you happy. Not like a scummy, stupid brother would be able to do the job. But hey, he could hope. Right?

"So that's why you want this job..." and you nod. You see them ponder for a moment. "Okay. You're hired!!" You jump. It was unexpected and surprisingly very easy. You thank them over and over again and ask them when you can start.

"Right now if you're up for it! We're short on staff today, so I'm paying whoever works a little more today." You eagerly nod, and you're shown to the staff room. You put on your apron, and get to work. At the end of the day, you get 2k more than you should have. And including the tips you form in total you got 15k Grimm. Not bad for a first day! Exhausted, sweaty and hungry, you walk home with a coworker and head inside.

It's a good thing no one was awake. You make it to your bed and melt. To help pay off his debts and give him a little extra money, you're going to have to work-overtime. Meaning you can't hang out with the brothers anymore. Especially Mammon.

"Sorry Mammon..." You whisper, before falling into sleep.

It's been 5 months since you've started working. Luckily, Mammon had also been trying to pay off his debts. Which has helped you alot, but now you have enough money to help pay Mammon's debts off. But you're tired, and he can wait until morning, right? You slowly walk home and luckily no demons come to pick on you. You thank Lord Diavolo. You slowly open the door so it won't creak.

Luckily no one is awake. Except for Lucifer and Beel. You practically zombie walked into your room because you were so tired. Your about to open your door, but you hear a small sob. You stop in your tracks and listen.

"T-They don't love me. Why would they? I'm just a s-scummy second-born..." it sounded like Mammon. And by what they said, it confirmed your beliefs. And you're pretty sure he was taling about you. You open your door and walk in. Mammon looks up at you in surprise.

"Y-You weren't supposed to be back for another hour." He says while sloppily wiping off his tears.

"Well, they let me go early," You respond. You need to tell him. "Mammon..I have something really good to tell you. I-"

"Save it human. I already know, I don't want any details."

"You do? Mammon, isn't it wondererful?! Now you won't be bullied by your brother's or the witches!"

"If anything, they'll bully me more..."

"W-Why would they continue...?"

"Because they know I love you," he slams his head onto a pillow that oddly looks a lot like you. " And now you're going out with someone. I don't want any details. But...do they treat ya well?" His head pops back up, and you can see the tears in his eyes. His question hurt. Why would he think that?

"Going out with someone? Why would you think th-" you finally connect it all together. Leaving at 2 to get home at 12, if not later. Always dressing up and giving Mammon less and less time and attention to Mammon. It doesn't help that this has been going on for 5 months. And now that you got your last paycheck, you thanked them, quit and wished them well. You were free of that hell.

"Mammon, I'm not seeing anyone." You walk closer to him and rest you're hand on his cheek, and he blushes a little.

"Then why were you gone so much?"

"Silly demon. I was helping you pay off your debts!"

"You what...?" You could see the confusion in his eyes. But you also saw a glimmer of hope.

"That's right. I was gone for 5 months to help you pay of your debts to your brother's and the witches! And...I may have put a little money of Goldie."

"B-But why?" He realized there was no reason to lie about this. His eyes lit up and he perked up. But he was still so very confused.

"Because, I see what they do to you. And you just take it, like a man." He blushes at the word 'man', but gladly takes your compliment. You climb onto your bed, make room for him and pat the side next to you.

"Now come on Mammon. I'm tired, and I need snuggles." He blushes but gladly climbs in. He wraps his body around yours, pretty much pretty much protecting you from anything to come.

"Goodnight Mammon..." You whisper, before falling into the best sleep you've ever had.

The next day, Mammon is more than ready to pay off his debts. He pays off the witches and each of his brothers. You loved the look he had on his face. The witches could no longer attack him and his brother's could no longer verbally abuse his either. At the end of the day, he was excited to find out he had 500k Grimm on his card. He thanked you and pulled you into the biggest hug ever.

"Thank you MC...I feel more safe than I have been in decades." The comment made you sad, but made you smile. No one could hurt him, because you'd be there to protect him.

"I love you Mammoney...💛💛"

"I love you MC..." And you share a tender kiss.

The end~!!

Did you enjoy it? Give me more ideas please! My brain is too smol. Bye my little Grimm!!

💖 💛 💚 💙 💜 🖤

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me fluff #what if MC helped clear all of mammon's debts #yes #what am i doing #hello mah beautiful grimm

[hoodharlow]

At the Top of Cherry Hill

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 4

AN: Here’s Part 5! Sorry for the delay, the past few days I was going through it, but now I'm better <333 Hope you enjoy this. Thank you at @tekweela for the Cal picture ilysm

Requested? No

Warnings: almost smut, the consequences of not using any sort of contraception or birth control, and an angsty ending :)

Claudia huffed and rolled her eyes at Calum before she took the sunscreen he offered her. She angrily rubbed some all over her face. She just couldn't believe he and Medelyn would set her and Danny up like this. She barely tolerated him and now she was forced to walk five miles with him under the blazing sun.

Ever since the baby shower they haven’t talked. When the stay at home orders became mandatory, they moved back to Diego and Soni’s house. They agreed to not talk about the baby shower incident until they were ready to have an actual conversation. The three months they spent at their parents’ house were awkward, but luckily for them, their parents didn’t pick up on it. Though their older sibling did.

On Junior’s day off from the restaurant he went over to their parents’ house and instantly noticed the twins were in a fight. In his twenty one years of being their older sibling, he always knew when they were in a fight. He called them to the yard and lectured them, trying his best to figure out why they were arguing. Claudia made up some reason because if he knew the real reason he would have murdered both Danny and Paco.

Calum got out of the car and motioned Claudia to do the same. She grabbed her mini Prada backpack from the back seat. It was a gift from Calum after they watched 10 Things I Hate About You on loop for a week, and Claudia always acted out the part where Chastity and Bianca talked about the differences between like and love.

She put on her mask and awkwardly tugged her bike shorts by her inner thighs. One of the reasons why she hated the summer was the awkward tugging between her thighs wherever she would wear shorts or rompers. She tugged her sport's bra and handed the sunscreen to Calum.

"Can you get my back?" She asked him sweetly.

"Don't start anything." He warned her

He tapped the bottle on his hand to get the last of it. "Did we add sunscreen to your list?"

"No," Claudia shook her head. She bent down, pressing her ass to Calum's crotch so she could get her phone from her backpack. She pushed herself a little more rougher when she got up with her phone. "Let me add it."

After getting Duke from the back, Calum tugged Claudia towards the black Ford 150. Danny had his back to them as he changed Sebastian's diaper. Medelyn waved to them as she fixed the stroller.

"I didn't think he knew how to change a diaper." Claudia mumbled to Calum.

"Claudia," He warned.

"I'm just saying that he spends so much time in the shop with Beatriz Hernandez—"

"What the fuck is Beatriz doing in your shop?" Medelyn asked Danny as she handed Sebastian to Calum.

He gave Claudia a glare. "Why do you always have to make me look bad? What does the person I hired as the receptionist of my shop have to do with me changing diapers? Nothing. No más quieres abrir el pinche osico Claudia." Danny turned to Medelyn. "I didn't know who Beatriz was until esta came in to get her tattoo and told me. I can't just fire her because of some shit that went down in high school."

After a few awkward moments of silence, Medelyn spoke up. "I kinda got a headache. Maybe we should do this another time."

"I agree." Calum nodded.

Danny collapsed the stroller and placed it in the back of the cargo bed. He whistled at Panchito who was with Claudia and Duke and helped him up. He secured him and went in the truck.

Calum helped Medelyn with Sebastian and went up to where Danny was sitting and talked briefly. He nodded and patted the door. He scratched behind Panchito's ears before going back to Claudia.

"It wasn't even five minutes, Claudia." He said, sitting on the picnic table near them. He pulled off his cap and brushed his hair with his fingers. "Do you know what I would do to have Mali living twenty minutes away from me?"

"Cal…"

"Let's just go home Claudia." He said defeatedly. He took Duke's leash from her and went to the car.

He let Duke sniff around while Claudia catched up.

Calum didn't mean to make her feel bad, but he was exhausted. They didn't see how lucky they were to be so close. They weren't separated by an entire country and an ocean like him and Mali. The only thing that kept the twins apart were their massive egos.

Duke halted and looked behind him. His ears perked up, alert of his surroundings. He tugged Calum to the opposite end and barked.

Calum heard a soft whimper. He cautiously let Duke approach the whimpering sounds.

"Claudia, can you help?" Calum asked her when they reached the sounds.

"Yeah." She took his hand and crawled to where Duke was.

There was a small dalmatian puppy curled up under a rock that provided some sort of shelter. Its bones slightly poked through as it shivered.

"Here," Calum said, handing her his shirt.

Claudia set it on the ground and reached for a snack in her backpack. Cursing that she only has cherries, she pitted the seed of one of them and offered it to the pup. It hesitated and ate it. It ate a few more and allowed Claudia to place it on the shirt.

She wrapped it up and picked it up. She hummed quietly hoping the puppy would relax.

"It's okay," Claudia said softly. She rubbed its head.

"Let's head back. We can take her to Duke's vet. They have walk-ins on Saturdays." Calum said.

Claudia kept the puppy on her lap while Calum drove them to the vet. Duke protested once recognizing the vet's logo.

"It's okay mi vida." Claudia told him quietly. "We're gonna go see that your new friend is okay. Te quedas con Cal, va?"

Duke laid back on his seat. Calum helped Claudia grab her things and her mask. He opened the door for her and slid back in the car with Duke.

An hour or so passed when Calum’s phone began to buzz. He lifted it from the cupholder and answered it once seeing it was Claudia.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Can we keep her? Please? The vet tech said that she's about ten weeks old. Then they scanned her in case she was chipped and nothing popped up. They are bathing her and gonna give her all of her 8 week shots.” Claudia explained. “Duquito didn't try to fight her when we found her. She's just so precious. They were gonna take her to a shelter.”

“She’s going to be your responsibility. I’m not picking up her shit.” He said in a tone that reminded Claudia over dad when her and Danny asked for a dog.

“I pinky swear...what does Duke think?”

“Let me ask him.” Calum put Claudia on speaker and turned to Duke. “Do you want the puppy to stay with us?”

Duke lifted his head and yipped excitedly.

“Yay!” Claudia quietly squealed. “We’ll see you in a bit. Love you guys.”

Another half hour passed when Claudia and the puppy came out of the vet. The dalmatian looked nothing like the one they found on the hiking trail. It was a complete 180.

"So this is Cherry," She said, introducing Calum and Duke to the puppy.

Duke pushed himself onto the center console and sniffed Cherry. He happily yipped at her. He curled up and laid back in his spot.

Calum stretched out his hand to her. She nudged his hand and sniffed it. She licked his hand.

"You should have named her apple or apricot. That way we could have been ACDC." Calum joked as pulled into the street.

Claudia kissed the top of Cherry's head and gave Calum a pointed look. "In my defense I was going to pack some apple slices, but you rushed me."

***

Claudia gently knocked on their bedroom door and poked her head in. She cleared her throat. In part to get Calum's attention and to muffle her moan. Something about Calum shirtless in only black pants and that damn belt with the big silver buckle sent her spiraling. All she could think of dropping to her knees and letting him have his way with her mouth.

"Everything alright?" He asked her as he placed some shirts in his suitcase.

"Just letting you know dinner will be ready in five." She said, eyeing his ass through the mirror.

"Is that all?" He asked, knowing that look she had.

"Yeah." Claudia closed the door and went back to the kitchen.

Calum was just making sure his pants and favorite belt still fit. He had most of his clothes packed, save for his undergarments. He pocketed his phone and went downstairs.

He poked his head in the living room and saw the two dogs peacefully napping on their beds. His mind wandered to when he and Claudia had kids and he was checking in on them, sleeping without a worry in the world like Duke and Cherry.

Calum and Claudia haven't brought up the topic of starting a family in almost two months. Truthfully they only talked about it once in the driveway of her parents' home after they took her nephew to get stitches. haven't brought it up since then.

"They are literal angels." Claudia whispered, bringing Calum back from his thoughts.

"Yeah." He agreed. He pulled her close to him.

"Are you still mad from earlier? You know, me not knowing when to talk and ruining our hike." She quietly asked.

"I wasn't mad. I was in a weird headspace. I miss Mali and the fact that you have Danny so close to you and you both choose to not talk about what happened at the baby shower made me slightly disappointed, I guess. I know he hurt you with what he said and his actions, but at the end of the day he's your brother." He shrugged. "I know it's not my place to tell you how to work through your feelings and it's up to you to figure out what and who are best for you."

"You're right… I'm sorry for being an inconsiderate dumbass and ruining our hike."

"Apology accepted." He said, kissing the top of her head.

"Speaking of knowing who and what are best for me...you and this belt are currently what's best for me."

"I figured when you were eye-fucking me earlier."

Calum pulled Claudia to the kitchen so they could have more privacy. He leaned down and captured her lips. It didn't take long for them to deepen the kiss.

“Let me turn off the espagueti verde.” Claudia mumbled, pulling away from his lips. She leaned over and turned off the heat. She smiled and took off her shirt. “Where were we?”

“I think you were going to drop your panties and let me bend you over the counter." He said.

"That sounds about right." Claudia nodded. "But I'd prefer it if you took them off."

"That works too." He smiled.

He caged Claudia in, pressing his growing hard on as he leaned down to kiss her. Calum pulled down the silk camisole and exposed her breasts. With one hand he toyed with her breasts as his mouth descended down to her jaw. He gently nipped and sucked, leaving love bites around her neck. He continued his journey down, showing love to her small tattoos and until he reached her panties.

Calum kissed her 'wildflower' tattoo and pulled down her panties along with her camisole. Wordlessly he placed one of her legs over his shoulder. He sponged kisses all over the inside of her thighs, making Claudia grow impatient.

"Cal," she whimpered.

One of her hands was already gripping his curls. Claudia unsubtly bucked her hips for some relief, but she wasn't getting any of his.

"Turn around." Calum said, dropping her leg and getting up from the floor.

"I wanted your mouth." She pouted before she turned around.

"I know." he said, kissing her shoulder. "You'll get it in a bit."

Claudia rolled her eyes and bent at the waist, jutting her hips back and gripping the counter. Calum stifled a laugh and pushed her further up the counter, so they were at the same level.

"Tell me again why you have a tall counter." Claudia asked,lightly kicking the air.

"Tell me again why you're short," he retorted.

"Excuse you, I'm 5'6."

"On a good day, you're normally 5'5, Claudia." He said, in the same tone she said it when someone asked her how tall she is.

Claudia scoffed and looked back at him. "Do you wanna get laid or what?"

"I'm joking," he said, kissing her. "I'm gonna get a condom."

Claudia watched him pull up his pants and take his car keys. He had an extra stash of condoms in the glove compartment.

Coincidentally, Claudia had run out of birth control at the same time Calum told her that he was planning on going to London to work with Mali on her album. He was leaving in three weeks.

Claudia didn't see the point of getting her ten week supply. He was going to be gone for two months, and her pills were specifically programmed to be taken at the time she bought them. If she waited to take them when Calum came back they wouldn't be effective.

"You didn’t buy any when you went to Target right?" he said, coming into the kitchen.

"No. Are we out?" she said as she pulled herself up so she sat on the counter. She reached for one of their decorative dish towels and covered herself.

"Yeah." he pushed back his curls and leaned against the counter. "How do we finish a 36 pack so fast?"

"Considering the amount of quickies we had in your car while we were at my parents' house." She shrugged.

"I bought that pack about two weeks ago after Ashton did his album shoot here." He deadpanned.

"Oh," Claudia giggled shyly.

She leaned forward and pulled him to her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. She let Calum's hands wander all over her body. Claudia slowly reached down and pumped his cock.

"Fuck," Calum groaned. He leaned his forehead against hers and watched her hand work on him.

"Cal I need you in me." Claudia sighed.

"We don't have any condoms." He reminded her, kissing down her neck.

"I know… just this one time?"

Calum pulled away to make sure she was okay with what they were going to do. "Just this one time."

***

Claudia checked her calendar once more, hoping the date wasn’t off. Her period was about six weeks late. She was supposed to get it the week Calum left for London. She didn’t think much when it didn’t show up. Her period was usually late when she was stressed about something. Calum traveling across the country and Atlantic Ocean in the middle of a global pandemic was something she worried about.

Six weeks later and nothing.

She chewed on the loose skin around her fingernails as she waited for the timer on her phone to go off. Annoyed that in the ten minutes she waited only an actual minute passed. She got up and went to the kitchen.

Cherry and Duke lifted their heads from the couch as she passed them. Cherry got off and followed her. She sat in front of Claudia’s stool and waited for her to get her snack. Claudia rolled her eyes and tossed her a baked treat. Duke came in seconds later and asked for one as well.

Claudia grabbed a bowl of fresh kumquats from Calum’s tree and began taking out the juice. Weirdly enough the bittersweet flavor helped her with morning sickness. If anyone saw her, they’d be confused as fuck seeing her eat kumquats. Everyone and their mother knew she detested them and would do the most if she was near them. The same thing with pickles.

She knew something was up when she went out to get lunch with KayKay and Sierra a few days ago. KayKay was the one to point out that she didn’t tell the server to remove the pickles from her chicken sandwich.

Her phone went off. She cursed and got up from her stool. A loud crashing sound came from the backyard, making her halt. She waited a few more seconds and she heard the same sound in the little area Calum works out in.

Panicking, she scooped up Duke and motioned Cherry to follow her upstairs. She quickly rushed back and swiped her bowl of kumquats. She pushed the dogs in the closet and grabbed her laptop off her bed. While she waited for her laptop to load she called Danny.

“Do you know what time it is?” He snapped.

“I think someone’s trying to break in.” Claudia spoke in a hushed voice.

“What?”

“I said, I think—”

“I heard you. Did you call 911?”

“No, I don’t want Cal to get the notification that the police came. Can you come and bring Panchito? Cherry is still at that phase where she lets everyone pet her. He could bite the burglar and we can just say it was self defense. Like who are they gonna believe? Me or the robber. I mean technically I’m not the homeowner, but my mans is you know. And sure, Panchito doesn't live here, but like we can just say—”

“En un ratito llego.” He said hanging up.

Claudia set her phone down and logged into the Ring website so she can get access to the cameras Calum got installed before they left to her parents’. She cursed as the website glitched and sent her back to the shopping tab. She grabbed her phone and went to the app store to download the app. Another five minutes passed and she logged into the app. She found cameras that aimed where she heard the sounds and sighed in relief. It was the neighborhood cat.

The elderly woman who lives up the street owns it, but she let’s it roam around the neighborhood. Claudia has seen it a few times chilling at the top of some people’s fences.

She checked the other cameras and dialed Danny.

“What?” He said, stifling a yawn.

“So I checked the cameras and it was a cat.” Claudia said, opening the bedroom closet.

“You don’t need me to come over?”

“No, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m like ten minutes away. You want carne asada fries?”

“Please.”

“Te veo en un ratito.”

“Bye Danny.” She said hanging up.

Ten minutes later Danny showed up with her carne asada fries and a bat. Cherry went up to him and sniffed him. She yipped excitedly and wagged her tail.

“She’s growing fast.” He said scratching behind her ears.

“I know.” Claudia said, leading him to the kitchen.

Danny set the bat under his seat and grabbed one of her disinfectant wipes to clean the to-go box before setting it down on the counter. He took a fork Claudia offered him.

“I have sparkling cider if you want or do you want a beer?” She said, placing the bottle on the counter.

“Is it apple and grape?”

“Obis jobis.”

He motioned Claudia to hand him the bottle. He opened it with his bottle opener keychain while she grabbed some cups.

“When is Calum coming back?”

“Tomorrow, his flight is at twelve London time and he lands around four in the afternoon.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah…”

They awkwardly ate in silence, only talking to pass around la salsa verde.

“Danny?” Claudia began, getting his attention. “I’m sorry about blurting out that Beatriz thing to Mede. It was fucked up and uncalled.”

“Don’t worry about it. Mede and I talked it through… I’m sorry about the whole Paco thing. Especially what I said about you not putting out. That was pretty fucked up.”

“Apology accepted.” Claudia said, sipping her sparkling cider.

“I think la güerra and him are a thing.” He said.

“I knew it! I was watching her snapchat story a few weeks ago and saw a familiar tattooed hand.” Claudia laughed.

They fell into conversation. Lurking La Güerra’s, their cousin Vanessa on their dad’s side, social media Claudia and Danny were able to figure out that their cousin and Paco have been a thing around the start of quarantine. The conversation moved to Danny and his tattooing.

While they hung out on the couch with the new medical drama playing in the background, Danny inspected the tattoo he did on Claudia's knee a few weeks ago. "It healed nicely," he said, smacking her knee. It was two fish skeletons in circular motion, but one fish was shaded while the other was outlined.

"Thank you. I have another appointment in a few weeks. I think I'm going to get it on the inside of my ankle. Sara drew this cool picture and she let me use the drawing." Claudia sipped more of her sparkling cider. "Who was the first person you tattooed at Ivan's shop?"

"Mede." He said, pulling Cherry to his lap. "She and her sorority sisters were in San Diego because UCSD was hosting an event for all of the sororities or some shit for the weekend. Ivan told me I earned my own chair and the whole day none of the walk-ins wanted me to work on them. It made sense, I was barely 20. Anyways an hour or so before closing Mede and few of her sorority sisters showed up.

She recognized me and I freaked because she remembered me. The girls with her teased her and she got all shy and shit."

"No mames estas enamoradisimo de Mede." Claudia teased him.

"I'm pretty sure I've been in love with her since high school— anyways, they all wanted to get the sorority's name and a symbol relating to the ocean. I drew their designs and no one wanted to get them. So Mede volunteered. She got it on her side boob because she didn't want Deacon Pepe and Marcela to see it. You know how they are about tattoos."

Claudia nodded as she turned back to get a blanket. "Doña Marcela literally made me wear long sleeves to soccer games and track meets because my tattoo was inappropriate." She said, lifting her arm to show him her first tattoo she got when she was sixteen.

It was spatula and baseball crossed together with a soccer ball like royal arms that represented her and her brothers. The spatula was for Junior because he followed their father's footsteps and became a chef. The baseball was for Danny because he was their high school's star player. Lastly the soccer ball represented Claudia because soccer was her thing.

"Like my dad was there when I got it done." She said.

"At least she didn't forbid you to be near Mede because you made homemade tattoos at the back parking lot at school."

"The fact that you didn't get caught still amazes me."

"Dr. Vazquez caught me but was impressed and let me do one on him." Danny shrugged.

"Shut up!"

"I swear. It was a pinup girl on his calf."

"That's so weird!" Claudia cringed.

An hour or so passed and they were still talking, but Claudia began dozing off. “I should get going." Danny said.

"When Cal is done with his three week quarantine, we should all hang out." Claudia offered.

"Yeah, I'm gonna leave you that bat in case someone does try to break in you get them with it."

"Dude don't scare me."

"I'm kidding, mensa." He said, giving her a side hug. "Where's your bathroom?"

"The door closest to the front door." Claudia said, checking her phone.

He nodded and went. She closed some apps and noticed her period app. "Shit!" She got up and bolted to the bathroom. "Wait Danny!"

"What the fuck Claudia!" He exclaimed, exiting the bathroom.

"Did you see them?" she asked, so she wouldn't have to see the results.

"No, I'm not touching your pee." he grimaced. "Do you not know?"

Claudia shook her head and hugged herself. "I don't wanna see."

"Go see."

Claudia groaned and slipped in the bathroom. She crossed herself and quietly prayed that they were all negative. She glanced at the test and cursed.

"So you're gonna have a new niece or nephew." Claudia said awkwardly as she came out of the bathroom.

"Fuck! Claudia, you're the smart one." Danny began lecturing her. "How could you two be so irresponsible? Of all the tests to fail you decide to fail a pregnancy test?"

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[sleepyweepypeaches]

Cookies and crime

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Keigo Takami x reader - Fluff -

Y/n uses They/them pronouns.

Warnings:Cursing, mention of a gory true crime story

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12:51 AM. Winter solstices.

It the longest loneliest night of the year for Y/n. As the assistant to an assistant fashion designer, they don't get much praise. Not meany friends since they dedicate they're life to they're work. And not enough energy to force themselves out of the house. If only a hero could come save them from this self induced hell.

"Ding"

Oh joy,

About 10 minutes later.

Takami walked into the house and sat a bag down on the counter. Y/n ran up behind him and clung to his back."Hay bird!" Takami laughs swinging Y/n around, Y/n laughs with him. Takami and Y/n met at one of his photoshoots. They helped him get ready and did touch ups. Takami was very charming and Y/n was very sweet. The more modeling Takami did the more they spent time together. They started noticing each other on their morning coffee runs. It was touch and go till one night. Takami was on Y/n's doorstep asking for a places to crash. They'er the closest person he knew and he didn't think he could make it back home in his state. So they let him stay the night. After that they grow closer and closer. They're basically best friends.

Takami plops Y/n down on the couch. "Hay! How was work?" The asked him catching they'er breath. "long" Takami sigh, he sneezes and groans. "You okay?" Y/n asked worried. They put they're hand up to Takami's forehead. Takami leans into they're touch slightly, relaxing. Y/n turns they're head waiting for a responds. Takami shakes his head a little. "Ya i'm fine," Takami says. "Are you sure? You have a little fever. You should take a bath, go warm yourself up. You'r ignoring the whole point of winter solstice!" Y/n pointed toward they're bathroom. "No, no, I'll live. Besides i don't want to intrude." Takami sniffs. Y/n stared at him in disbelief "...Takami! You snuck into my house at 4 in the morning to take a shower last week." Y/n laughs "Honey go take a bath before you get sick, please!" Y/n starts pushing Takami toward they'er bathroom. "Okay, Okay!" Takami laughs walking into the bathroom. Y/n walks back into the kitchen. They take the ice cream out of the bag and putting it in the freezer. The door to the bathroom opens and Takami peeks his head out "Hay, I don't have any yuzus." He jokes. Y/n side eyes him. "I don't have any!" They say loudly from across the apartment. "Well now look at who's ignoring the whole point of winter solstices! Now how am I supposed to get clean?!" Takami asks. "With soap?" Y/n says laying back on the couch. "I mean spiritually! You know good luck and stuff!"Takami whines. "Would you like an edible instead ?" Y/n asked softly. Takami is quite for a second "Yes, I would like that very much." Takami says shyly. Y/n grabs a little edible gummy from the bag Takami brougt. They walk over and hand him the gummy. Reaching for the edible he grasp they're hand in his. He takes a second to look at them. "You take such good care of me!" Takami bats his eyes with a cheeky grin. "Yes, I know. Now go warm yourself up before the food gets any colder!" Y/n giggles patting his head. Takami winks at them and closes the door. Y/n smiles shaking they'er head and goes back to the couch.

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-Takami’s pov-

I hear them sigh playfully from the living room and get up. I shouldn't send this. I'll freak them out. I put my phone down over the side of the tube.

I hear Y/n come in behind me and wait a second before sitting down behind me. They're back to mine. They laid they'er head agents mine. "Long day huh?" Y/n asked. "Ya" I replied. Y/n lays they're head in the crook of my neck, and I lay mine in their's. It's so quiet, so peaceful. Only the dripping faucet and Y/n's breathing can be heard. The only thing that needs to be heard, other than they'er voice of corse. That soft calming breath. I don't know what id do without them. They've given me safe arms to fall back into, and a places to think of as home. I never thought Id have someone of my own. To love so much, to care for. I feel so lucky. They make me feel so lucky.

"How was your day?" I asked. "Pretty good acutely!" they laughed. "Oh ya? What happened?". They turn they'er head toward mine "Well, I got my boss coffee. Scheduled three meetings, canceled four. Turned Mount Lady away at the door, again. Then I submitted three designs and my boss approved two of them which is fucking amazing!" They'er face lit up! Then mine lit up because holy shit they'er boss is a bitch and agreed to something?! "Are you series! Which ones!?" They'er face lit up aging, I swear they'er eyes shin like stars. "The gala dress I made for Mirko and the dress jacket you keep saying gave off 'just killed my husband vibes' !" Y/n giggled excitedly. "Yes! I want one so bad! I'm so proud of you!" Y/n's stoped laughing. "Aww" They're eye brows knit together and they pouted. "What's wrong?" I ask worried. "Nothing, just- Your proud of me. I wasn't expecting that to feel so nice." They smiled, looking into my eyes. "Of course i'm proud of you! I'm always proud of you! You work so hard, even when you fail. You get back up! You pour your whole soul into everything you do! Thats one of the reasons I love you so much!" What did I just say? What the fuck did I just say!? Did i just confess? Was that to friendly, did I just trap myself?! Was that not friendly enough!? Oh god did I just make them super uncomfortable!? What have I fucking done!?

Y/n smiles proudly at me. They turn around and hug me from behind. I can't help but feel calm toward they'er touch. "Thank you" they whisper in my ear. They're soft breath sent a tingle down my spin. Hell no, we're not doing this. Not today! "Oh shit, I'm getting pruney! Could you hand me a towel?" crisis averted. Y/n laughs a little. Standing up and walking over to the bathroom cabinet. They grab a towel and hand it to me. "Let me get you some cloths." They say before leaving the bathroom. After letting the water out I hop out of the bathtub and dry off. Y/n hands me some extra cloths I keep here in case I need to spend the night unexpectedly. I probably should have thought about bringing my own. But I was too focused on getting here after work. I put my cloths on and dry my hair off. Y/n kinda ran off when I said I loved them. Oh god, I did freak them out.

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Pt.2

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[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 1 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“Amane-kun.” [name] was shuffling the hanafuda cards together for them to play, she glanced over to the choppy haired boy who was sitting crossed legged against the rooftop's railings. “You going to the next class?”

“Nah.” Amane answers while fiddling with his locks of hair. “We probably skipped three classes this day, wanna skip classes in fourth period?” he smirked playfully.

“What class do you have in fourth period?” [name] asked, giving Amane some seven hanafuda cards. “Math?”

“Literature.” He received the cards and scooted in front of her. [name] flashed him a quick grin, her competitive side is showing all of a sudden when it comes to hanafuda. Amane stared at his cards and groaned. “Ugh, why do I get the worse cards?”

“I dunno, I wasn't looking when I was shuffling them.” [name] purses her lips together as she analyzes her cards. Her [eye color] colored eyes met with Amane's amber eyes. “Hm. Let's start!”

“You go ahead, [name]-san.”

“Hm~? Alrighty then~” [name] stretched her arms and let out a satisfying sound from her lips. She placed a sakura card with the tag to its match and took another card from the stack and placed it along with the cards on the center since it has no match. “Winner gets to sleep in the loser's lap.” she added.

“[name]-san, you know so damn well I'm not good with these things.” he murmured with a blush while putting a matsu card on the center.

Amane met [name] by chance. He often skip classes alone week by week, no one seemed to notice his absence which was fine by him. One day, he decided to stay on the rooftop and saw a girl sitting by herself with her phone. It must be fate or a coincidence, he thought.

The thing is, he has never seen this girl from the classes he attended to so he assumed that she's from the different class where Tsukasa, his twin brother, is. “Tsukasa-kun?!” she exclaimed at their first encounter. “What the frickety frack are you doing here?!”

Amane scratches his cheek and sweat dropped. He spoke. “I'm not Tsukasa though, I'm his older twin.”

[name] blinked she stood up from the bench and went over to Amane. The choppy haired boy slightly backed away from her. “Your tone is lowered down a bit, your eyes shaped like the crescent moon, yeah you're not Tsukasa-kun.” she muttered.

“I'm Amane Yugi, first year highschool, from class A.” he introduced himself while twiddling his fingers. “I'm Tsukasa's older brother though.” he chuckled.

“[name] [surname], same year as you but I'm from class B. Nice to meet you, Amane-kun.” [name] sat back down to the bench, she patted the extra space next to her. “Come, sit next to me.”

Amane hesitated a bit but shrugged and sat next to [name]. The female grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess you're skipping classes like me.”

“I've been skipping multiple times, no one noticed it yet, how about you?” Amane scooted closer till their shoulders touched, his bangs became parted from the side due to the slight wind that passed by.

“I started skipping on the beginning of first year.” [name] pulls out a packet of melon bread and gave it to Amane which he gratefully accepts it. Amane and [name] ate in pure silence, munching on to the bread that [name] bought recently which was originally for herself.

During those days of skipping classes, they would play hanafuda together on the rooftop. [name] would frequently win during their matches, guess luck really isn't compatible with Amane. The two of them quickly became close due to their meet ups when they're skipping classes together.

“Amane-kun, I know you have the full moon bright card.” [name] eyed him suspiciously but a shadow casted over to her face with a funny glint in her eyes. She placed an ume card with a red tag on it. “Red Poetry Tags, I win again~!”

“I couldn't even get a lot of yaku combinations.” Amane helped [name] to clean up the cards. “I knew I should give up the plain cards.”

Amane blushed at the thought of [name] laying down on his lap, he doesn't even know what to do when that happens, maybe he should play with her hair or massage her cheek?

[name] happily laid down on his lap, Amane grabbed his hoodie and placed it on top of her skirt. “Ne, [name]…” his hands reached over to caress her hair with his fingers. “Let's have lunch together.”

“Sure, I don't really have someone to share my lunch with,” Amane looked down on her laying on his lap and gave her a soft smile. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and started to pet her head, he reminded her of a cat. [name] would often keep her distance from others makes her cat-like according to him.

Though there's a part of [name] that doesn't want to open up to people, Amane was pretty much the same as her. “I got tired from work, yesterday.” he mentions with a small chuckle.

“Wait, you have a part time job?” [name] asked as her eyes piqued in interest, wanting to know what he does for work. “Where?”

Amane's cheeks grew warm, he slightly drooped his eyes and said. “I'm not telling you.”

“Why though?”

“You'd probably show up if I did.”

[name] turned her head to face his embarrassed look. She smiled playfully while wiping a dramatic tear from her eye. “You know me so well.” she faked a sniff.

“It's embarrassing...” Amane grumbled. [name] reached her hand out and placed it on to his cheek. He leans against her touch, the feeling of warmth and serenity made him smile a bit.

“But it's not. The fact that you're working is admirable.” [name] assured him with a smile unbeknownst to her that Amane's heart definitely skipped a beat on that act. “Pinch~” she cheekily grins while pinching his cheek.

“Owsh—” Amane tried to say while his cheek is being pulled by [name] and by that she releases her cheek. “That hurts...” he pouted.

“Have this for payback.” Amane returned the favor by pinching her cheek. Her cheeks were like mochi, which he likes to point it out just to tease her. “Mochiii~”

[name] deadpans. “You're treating me like some kind of mochi instead of a person.”

“Exactly.” The bell suddenly rang interrupting the two teens. Amane grabbed his bag that was on the bench. [name] punched a hole on the juice box using a straw and took a sip.

Amane leaned back against the railings, unboxing his lunch and ate. [name] didn't feel like eating, a juice box can satisfy her stomach after all. “[name]-san, don't you have lunch?”

“I forgot it at home.” she replied nonchalantly, she kept on having a stoic face until her stomach betrayed her by letting out a small growl. Amane stop eating halfway at the sound. “That’s nothing~” she denied that she was hungry.

“Here, I’ll give you some of my lunch.” Amane picked up a piece of egg roll using his chopsticks and raised it in front of [name]. “Say ahh~”

“O-Oi!” [name] flinched as she backed away from him. Amane’s brow creases in pure confusion. “Y-You don’t have to...”

“I can’t let you skip lunch, [name]-san.” The choppy haired boy smiled while putting the egg roll near her mouth, then his smile turned into a painful one. “Just take a bite, my hand is getting tired.”

[name] sighed in defeat, she was very hungry and was wrong about the juice box making her full. She tucked a hair behind her ear and ate the egg roll that Amane offered for her, his heart skipped a beat whilst she pulled away. “I guess, sharing lunch is not a bad idea...”

“Also, your lunch tastes good.” [name] scooted next to Amane to see his boxed lunch, she pointed at the ghost-shaped sausages, the bunny shaped rice balls and egg rolls. “You made that?”

Amane nodded with a slight blush on his face but the smile on his face didn't falter. “Well yeah, at the first time I made one of these they were all sloppy but practice makes perfect so I'm able to make one. If you'd like, I'll make you one or we can be matching too~!”

“Let's have matching lunches, duh.” [name] opens her mouth and ate another piece of egg roll that Amane was offering her. “But before that, I'll make us some lunch for us to share.”

“[name]-san, here have a sausage.” Amane feeds her the ghost-shaped sausages which the latter hummed contently. Amane took a bite on one of the sausages, he pulled out his phone and swallowed his food. “Hey, [name]-san,”

[name] stopped chewing her food. “Hm?”

“Wanna go home early?” Amane said with a mischievous grin, he's mostly the bad influence when it comes to reckless things like skipping classes. [name] had no idea why he has a lot of plans regarding this. “This is getting boring, don't cha think so?”

“And how do we plan to sneak out from school?” [name] asked, quirking a brow whilst waiting for an answer.

“We can jump off the roof.” Amane suggests.

“No. We'll freaking die if we did or even break our bones.” [name] shuddered. “If we did, they'll think it's just some lovers' su—”

“Nevermind that then.” Amane flailed his hands in front of her. “I guess we should wait till dismissal then...”

“Wanna play again?” [name] asked as she showed him the small box containing the cards.

Amane smiled. “Sure.”

Amane sat alone on a concrete bench, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain surrounding him. Holding the clear umbrella from his right hand, he sighed as if he's gonna make a monologue or something.

He has friends from his class but none of them made him feel real. The only person who can make him feel like himself was no other than [name].

[name], to Amane, was everything to him. Meeting her was fate as if they were meant to meet in the first place. Back then, Amane admired some girls yet only because they're pretty. None of them were ever even close to him, he only felt shallow for them.

“Sorry for making you wait—” [name]'s voice cuts him off from his inner monologue. She held up her school bag on top of her head to prevent her from the rain. She grins blithely. “You don't have to be sitting the exact same way.”

“My uniform is a bit soaked.” [name] added with a wince. Amane licked the side of his lip and stood up to put the umbrella above her. “It was literally sunny recently.”

“Hm, I'll be taking you home.” Amane hands her the umbrella to [name], went over to his bike and puts his school bag in the basket. “Which way is your house?”

“That's like a novel way to put it but I guess that works.” [name] pointed out. “Sounds like a romance cliche, not gonna lie, lmao.”

Amane stepped on to his bike, [name] held on to his shoulders from behind. He was thankful that she didn't get to see his blushing face, because that's lowkey what every guy felt when there's a girl behind them on a bike.

Amane started pedalling. [name] closes the umbrella and sits down instead. “It stopped raining, by the way.” she declared.

[name] wrapped her arms around his torso and that's how Amane's face erupt in a huge blush. “[name]-san?!” he stammered at the sudden action.

“...Don't say a word about this.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

[name]'s face flushes, she buried her face on his back and that's where his heart started to beat faster. Out of all the girls he admired throughout the years, his feelings for [name] is different.

How so you may ask? When Amane is around [name] it's like he's sitting on a fluffy pink cotton candy or maybe standing on water that reflects a pastel pink sky with soft looking clouds with her. “You know, with you hugging me from behind isn't that kinda...” Amane turned his head towards [name] and smirked playfully. “Bold for you~?”

[name] tightens the hold in irritation. “Ack—” Amane's hold on the handle became wobbly but managed to maintain his balance. [name] elicits a small giggle in return.

“Hm, wanna skip again tomorrow?”

“If its with you, why not?”

“You're so cheesy.” [name] slightly smacked his shoulder. Amane turned ahead, a smile forming from his lips.

‘Nonetheless, I don't really mind skipping with you even if it means being with you...’

“Hold on tight, we're going downhill!” Amane gripped on the handles of his bike. [name]'s eyes widened when she saw that that they were about to go down on a slope.

“Cheers to us delinquents!” [name] cheered before they go down to the road.

Definition and terms:

hanafuda - flower cards that can be played in a variety of games such as koi koi (the type of game that [name] and amane are playing with the cards)

sakura - cherry blossom

matsu - pine tree

ume - plum blossom

-end of part 1-

thank you for reading, make sure to like and reblog if you love this post~

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ WEIRDOS TOGETHER ❜

with Happy Lowman.

Request: Hi Cariño! I’m happy you’re taking requests! Can I request one with Happy where he is going to ask the reader to marry him so he’s acting weird and she thinks he’s cheating on her so she spies on him. I like prompts 10 and 12. Gracias!

BY @aimkatsz

Request: Hey babe. "Were you really spying on me?" With happy please ❤

BY @chibsytelford

Prompts:

10. "Were you really spying on me?"

12. "What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here?"

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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Happy is weird. You don't need to know him deeply to know it. He is weird beyond the established limits. But you never cared about it, you love how special and different he is. At first, you thought that he was having one of those random moments, like when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. But it continued for a few days more, until he texted you that he was going to stay the night at the clubhouse. Since you moved together almost a year ago, unless he is on a run, he needs to sleep with you. If you have a night shift at the hospital, he waits for you awake. Juice and Chibs told you that he was fine, just going through some shit with the nomads, even if he left that charter, long time ago. So you didn't believe them.

The next morning, you appear in the club without calling, trying to find out what is happening in reality. Walking through the hallway, pretending normality, you stop in front of his dorm. Sticking your ear on the door, you can hear some grunts and curses inside. Opening it slightly, you stick your head out, watching Happy keeping some clothes into a black bag. And also a toilet kit and a bottle of cologne. Is he leaving? Without telling you? For a moment, the only thing you can think in it's the fact that he decided that you two were over. That he didn't want to play house anymore.

Finally coming in, you stare at him with a bunch of tears in your eyes, it is a hard sniff what calls his attention. He turns at you, surprised but horrified, trying to hide the bag under the bed. It's the first time that you see him drawing those gestures on his face.

“How much have you been there?” He asks frowning, using a rough tone of voice but keeping the calm. “Were you really spying on me?”

Your vocal chords don't respond, don't work. Your bottom lip is trembling and your eyes are getting reddened.

“What have you seen?”

You don't understand the answer, maintaining your left hand on the knob. Sniffing again, you try to contain your cry.

“What is in the bag and why are you hiding it there?” You simply ask. But he doesn't answer any question. “Are you… leaving me? Are yo—you gonna break up… with me?”

“No”.

“Then, why…?”

“Go home, (Y/N)”.

You try to say something else, but he repeats the order. Nodding in silence, knowing that he's lying and the only thing he wants is to push you away. Closing the door again, you go back on your steps, until reaching your car again. Getting in, you break into a bitter cry, not caring about the fact that some Sons are looking at you. Turning on the engine, you drive your way back home feeling how your heart breaks a little more, as you leave the club behind you.

Parking it in front of your house, you walk towards the back yard, having a seat on a chair and curling your body on it to let your tears run down your cheeks. Trying to think about what you could do wrong, you start to see that maybe sometimes you are too clingy, too careful, too talkative. You know that he actually loves silence and that he respects his personal space more than anything. But, why now? Why after two years? Why hasn't he told you anything about it? All these doubts roam your head for almost one hour, deciding to come into the house and occupy your mind with something. But there's nothing that can't help you. Finding yourself crying every time you come back to reality.

You're not sure how many time have passed by, when you hear the main door. Running towards it, from your shared room, you yell his name in an interrogation, suddenly stopping your feet when you find Jax standing there. The pressure inside your chest grows a little more, with a sad gesture installed in the corner of your lips.

“Have you come to… pick up his things?”

The blonde man frowns confused, twisting his neck by a side.

“I came to pick you up. Why aren't you ready?”

Of course. This is Happy's house at all.

“I will… pac—pack my things in ten minutes… You don't have to do it, I can… leave by my own”. Bowing your head to your barefoot, you just wait for him to go.

“Darling, what are you talking about?” He asks then, taking a step ahead. “Put on that black dress you wore for the last party, hurry. We have to leave”.

“What?”

“Hurry”. He says clapping and chuckling.

You are pretty lost with the situation, coming back to your room to take a quick shower and get dressed as the President said. Tying up your hair and wearing a pair of Vans, like you looked some nights ago. Grabbing a jacket and hanging your bag from a shoulder, you follow him out of the house. With a gesture of his head, he makes you know that you have to drive your car. You would like to ask what the hell is going on but, probably, he won't ask. Licking your bottom lip, waiting impatiently for him to end a call, both turn on the engines to join the road. With the window rolled down and an elbow stuck on it, you take off the sunglasses as the sun starts to hide, feeling curiosity about your destiny. About what Jackson wants from you. And it takes you twenty more minutes, driving through a thick forest in the middle of the darkness. Anyone could think that they want to kill you because, maybe, you know too much about the club; but they would never hurt you. Would they?

Jax stops by your side pointing at a cabin, some feet away from you, with the lights inside it turned on. He just smiles, guiding his bike backwards to turn around and come back by the road. Biting your lip, you continue alone, station your car close to the wooden porch. Stepping out of it, you go upstairs feeling somewhat colder and rubbing your arms with both hands. Coming into the small house, you have a quick look. Everything looks normal, with the exception of the main table already settled up with one red candle on the center of it. Closing the door to not lose the warm temperature inside, you turn around looking for an explanation.

Happy scares the shit out of you. Closing your eyes and placing a hand on your chest, you snort heavily, before frowning at him.

“What's that?” You ask a little confused.

“Can you sit?”

These three words push you out of your calm, obeying with a bad mood. Having a seat on a chair, biting your inner bottom lip. Noticing his clothes, you see that he looks a little strange wearing a white shirt and a pair of black jeans. He also smells too good. Connecting the dots, you reach a point, but not enough to understand.

“I was about to do it after the dinner, but Juice told me you were crying this morning”.

You don't say anything, gulping slightly. Taking some steps close to you, he holds your right hand visibly nervous.

“I couldn't break up with you”. Hiding it behind a firm tone of voice, you know that he is trying to make an effort and talk a little more than he is used to. “I couldn't live without you. I really need you… You understand me and you have never judged me”.

Now, breathing a little less anxious, your eyes can watch how he squats next to you but loosening his hand from yours. Taking off a small box from a pocket, your heart suddenly stops.

“I just didn't know how to ask it. I didn't know if you would want it”. Opening it in front of your orbs, he shows you a small and fine gold ring. Simple, with a diamond on top of it. “I was scared, thinking you would say no”.

“Why…? Why would I say no?”

“I'm not a normal guy. And I don't have a normal life”.

Pouting at him, you can't help but cup his face into your hands to kiss him. Happy wasn't expecting it, taking some seconds to surround your waist with an arm.

“Will you… marry me?” He whispers sounding worried. “Please…?”

That last word breaks your heart a little. You have never seen him doubt, or feeling scared. But now, he is. He is looking at you, pulling himself some inches away and grabbing the ring from the black box.

“Of course I will, Happy”. You just say, drawing a fleeting smile on your lips.

The jewelry fits perfectly in your finger, like his arms holding you tightly against him. You were made for each other and no one could say otherwise.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman

[heresathreebee]

Waters Brackish and Briny (four)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: the first of many strange and unusual occurrences to come in your new home. Previous Masterlist Next

Tags: 15+ | 2k words | hauntings, an argument, physical intimidation 😬, secrets, crying

AN: hey remember there were ghosts in Things Seen and Heard? Personally I hate angst so sorry y'all 😔 I will NOT leave it here for long

SECOND WEEK

Ralph went back to work and the house became empty once more. Empty except for yourself and the house. And possibly a rat or two. You set up traps and finished moving the furniture in the downstairs rooms into place. The previous owners left a decently conditioned upright piano behind when they moved. A few scuffs on the legs and a toy soldier in the strings, but perfectly playable and barely out of tune. Nothing a little warm up couldn't change.

You ate lunch on the piano bench, glaring at the unfinished archway leading to the solar room. Should you sweep first or measure the windows to be fitted for panes? Do you want regular clear glass or some stained glass? Get crazy with it? 

You waste a couple hours playing basic melodies and manage to squeeze in time to do all the measurements for the windows before 3 pm. You take down the paper on the floor most window holes and sweep the dust and leaves and branches outside. You mop till the hardwood floor shines but you hate the white beech wood and add varnish to the To Do list. 

You ring up the Vayle boys you met the day you unloaded your furniture. "Hey Eddie! I was planning on making something for you and Cole as a thank you but I need some supplies first." 

It rained in the afternoon and Ralph came home with mud on his pants. "Baby what happened? Did you fall?" 

Ralph looked supremely annoyed. "One of the kids took a tumble and grabbed me for support. We both went down." 

You know he's in a sour mood but you can't stifle your laughter. You coo at him, looking over the damage to his suit. He's got mud caked on the seat of his pants and flecks of it as high as the back of his neck. You help him strip as much as appropriate with guests in the house. 

Your husband sniffs the vanilla scent from the air and looks at you incredulously. "Did you make cookies?" 

"Yeah," you said, "for Eddie and Cole." 

The boys waved at your husband from the kitchen counter. He gives a lustless wave back and trudges upstairs in his under things. You tip the boys with the rest of the cookies in an old dish and send them on their way home. 

You open your bedroom door to find Ralph butt ass naked and on his knees looking for something. 

"We should do this more often," you tease. 

Ralph looks up and raises an eyebrow at you then notices the position he's put himself in. "Now's not the time for jokes: do you know where the luffa is?" 

You cross your arms. "Well it's not under the bed…" 

"Helpful." Ralph climbs to his feet and his nose bumps yours. "Where. Is. The luffa." 

"Behind the bathroom door on a hook." 

"Why?" Ralph takes three steps towards the bathroom, then quickly retraces them and this time his forehead collides with you none too gently. "And not saving me a cookie? Uncool." 

"Open your mouth." His eyes go dark for a second and you roll yours. "Do it." 

You plant the last cookie in his mouth and flop onto the bedspread. "Go. Shower. I'll clean up the kitchen." 

The house creaks at night. Sometimes the sounds make the hair on your neck stand on end, but you simply squeeze Ralph and drift back to sleep. In the haze of a dream you think you hear something small and glass break a few rooms over but you can't hold onto your memories for long like this. 

Except tonight there is more than sounds. Beneath the smell of your body wash on Ralph's skin, something tickles the back of your throat. It's acrid and raw pulling you from the fringes of sleep into reality fast. You sniff the air and the scent seems to grow ten times stronger. It's like… it's like… 

You shake Ralph by the shoulder. He doesn't stir an inch. The smell is so strong you're choking on it. You grab Ralph and shake him like a doll until he bursts into wakefulness. 

"What? What?!" 

"Do you smell that?" 

"What?" His eyes are completely unfocused, face pinched in annoyance. 

"It smells like…" you turn on the bedside lamp much to his dismay. "It's like gasoline or something." 

Ralph growls and rubs at his eyes. "Exhaust fumes maybe. Ralph! We have to get up– we have to get out!" 

Somehow you manage to drag him out of bed and down the stairs. The smell gets weaker but it's still there burning in your nostrils like actual fire. Your eyes search frantically for that yellow orange flicker in every room to no avail. It doesn't ease your fear. 

"Come on." You push Ralph outside and the man almost falls off the wrap-around porch. His eyes are glued shut, legs shaking as he stands, and trapped in that sleep state. 

You rack your brain for ideas. Is the car on fire? Should you check the garage? Do you have a working fire extinguisher? There's one in the garage by the door but you doubt it's up to date. 

"Ralph baby please wake up, I need you…" 

You cling to his arm and he manages to crack one eye open. "The fuck is going on?" 

"Something's wrong," you stutter, "I think he's here."

Ralph opened his other eye and looked at you. His head swiveled to and fro over his shoulders, trying to peer out into the dark cover of night to find anyone lurking in the dark. His grip on your arm is tight, almost hurts. He looks back at you, puzzled. 

"Where?" 

You didn't know where, in fact you don't know why you said that. He had no idea where the two of you were. For all you know he might not even be a he at all. You've never met them but you're haunted by them. 

You shake your head and focus on the danger of now. "Fumes. I woke up and it smelled like exhaust fumes in our room." 

"I didn't smell anything," Ralph says. 

You growl. "I did. We need to call someone, we can't go back in the house. What if it's filled with gas and there is an open flame somewhere?" 

Ralph looks around then tries to walk past you towards the door. You catch him with a look of disbelief. 

"Did you not just hear a single word I said?!" 

Ralph sweeps your bruising grip from his arm. He keeps walking but he never breaks eye contact with you. He's definitely awake now. 

"If there's fumes, it's coming from the garage. Lord knows you're not going to let me look knowing that," he says stepping past the threshold into the mud closet next to the kitchen, "so we need to call someone." 

He picks up the phone from its cradle and dials 9-1-1. "Unless you have some secret satelite phone hidden in the barn, I'm all ears on how we call someone…" 

He's right. He's being an asshole about it but he's right. You can smell the fumes as you step in, desperate not to be far from him no matter what happens. Ralph plucks the housecoat from the hook by the door and fits it around your shoulders. You didn't realize you were shivering. 

The sheriff comes out tonight and it's half past 2 am. You and Ralph are waiting outside, a reasonable distance from the house in case an explosion was imminent but it never came. Sheriff Laughton brought a fire team and they searched the house. 

Travis–  as he asked them to call him– asked a few meandering questions. Ralph held your hand and answered as many as he dared, looking to you for the questions you could answer better. They both noticed your thousand yard stare but said nothing. 

Travis came back with the fire team and a long, befuddled face. "They checked over every inch of that house and didn't find anything except a broken lightbulb in the laundry closet." 

Ralphie did not return your gaze, instead he asked. "Nothing at all?" 

Travis scratched his head. "If there was something, it's gone now. I might have your cars looked at just in case, there's a mechanic about 10 miles yonder I can give you directions to." 

Ralph's hand smoothed over your shoulder to try warming you up. "No, no that's OK, I have a mechanic right here." 

You slap his chest for teasing you but your weak smile falls not a moment later. How can that be? They found nothing? Had you imagined the whole thing? But it had felt so real… 

By the time you brought your mind back to the present, you found Ralph had moved you to the kitchen and offered Travis a cup of coffee for his troubles. The fire team was packed up and driving off the property, leaving only the sheriff's cruiser out in that empty night. 

"Ralph," you whispered over the sink. "I think we should call Reagan…" 

"No." 

You blinked. He hadn't even taken a second to consider it, just… dismissed you out of hand like you were an annoyance. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared. 

"If you won't, I will." 

Ralph beat you to the phone and blocked your path, you glimpsed Travis standing awkwardly in the door but paid him no more than a passing thought. 

This was about to get ugly. 

"I. Am not crazy." You keep your voice low but the quiver of anger still seeps through. "I know what I smelled. It was real. If you're not going to ask for help, then fine, but do not stand in my way because of your pride." 

Ralph had that look in his eyes– the dangerous look. "Oh, honey, no… I told you– we are not calling Reagan." 

He kept shaking his head minutely, like it was the only thing keeping him from screaming. "That's final. I mean it, baby. I will lock you in that fucking basement if you touch that phone. I will burn this fucking house down before I let you even look at that dial." 

Your jaw hit the floor but before you could protest, Ralph had your arm in a death grip as he began to drag you out into the hallway. He was probably trying to push you to the bedroom but his out of character threat had rocked you. 

"Let me go," you growled, "Ralph! Stop it!" 

Travis called out to you two and you tried to wipe that innate look of fear from your face. Ralph seemed to snap out of it a bit when he realized you weren't alone and he finally released your arm. It didn't stop him from bending over you until his nose brushed yours and in a growl commanded you to go upstairs. 

Now is not the time to cry. Crying right now feels like weakness. You're not sad– you're fucking furious with him right now. But you're not about to make a bigger scene in front of this cop, so you push past him and head for the stairs. 

The blood racing in your veins is making your face hot and head pound. You can hear Ralph follow you up shortly, likely to continue the argument further but you are beyond listening at this point. You turn just in time to see him look at you funny– why are you mad?-- before slamming the door so hard you hear the wood around the lock almost splinter. 

He doesn't try the door. The light of the hallway goes out and you listen to him sigh as he heads for the couch to sleep on. You throw yourself onto your bed alone and cry into your pillow until exhaustion takes you to a dreamless black sleep.

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[her-blueberrycheesecake]

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Contains curse word/s, first part is more of angst flashbacks

Word Count: 3,401

“Just do what you want to do, Mark. I don’t want to give any shit anymore.”

Mark furrowed his brows down at your words. He’s clearly taken aback with what you had just said. He’s been trying to talk with you for the past 5 or 10 minutes. You just don’t know anymore. You don’t know how long he’s been bugging you to talk because your mind is in a fog of negative thoughts, with pain, anger, sadness.

This whole ordeal is taking all of your energy to be calm. You’re just so emotionally exhausted after having another week of silence between the two of you. You live on the same roof, sleep on the same bed, yet you both feel so far away from each other now.

“This is your way to work things out now, Y/N?”, Mark finally said after being silent for almost half a minute. His voice is low. You felt that he was hurt from what you just said to him. But you just don’t feel anything right now. You felt numb.

He continued to talk with you in a calm voice, “I get it that you’re tired. But you’re not the only who feels exhausted in here, Y/N. It’s been almost two w-“

“Yes, Mark. Two. Fucking. Weeks.”, you cut him with a louder voice now. “What’s your plan?”

Mark responded with a silence. He’s sitting on the bedside with his hands on his head, facing the window while you sat on the other side of the bed facing the wall.

“I- I don’t know…”, he answered after being quiet for a few more seconds, taking a deep sigh.

You were waiting for him to talk, but you felt a sharp pain in your chest when you heard his response. Not expecting for him to be at lost now with your problem.

He wasn’t like this before. You think to yourself. Now you feel your eyes starting to water. You just want him to wrap his arms around you just like before, after you both had a fight. He always knows how to resolve things between the two of you. He always tries not to do or say anything that might upset or hurt you. And if he did, he always knows how to comfort you. For the four years, 10 months that you’ve been together, he always knows how to make you feel better.

But he isn’t like that anymore.

“I felt like this isn’t a home anymore, Y/N...”, Mark continued. “This... This whole situation. This whole set up. This doesn’t make me feel like home anymore.”

You felt a drop of tear fell on your cheek as he continued to speak. His words echoing in your mind sends air to your head. You wanted to shout. You wanted him to stop talking. Yet, you sat still on the bedside, freezing. His words just passed through your ears.

Another silent set of minutes passed after Mark talked. You tried to keep a steady voice before speaking.

“This isn’t going to work anymore if you felt that way, Mark…”,you said as another drop of tear fell down, and another, and another.

“I cannot force you to stay just because I want to. Tha- That’s not right.”, you continued to speak as you struggled to succumb to your sobbing.

“I still love you, Y/N…”, Mark responded with a low voice. You heard him sniff through his words. You close your eyes to stop yourself from crying harder, knowing that he’s already in tears too.

“I... I do. I still do love you, Y/N…”, he continued to talk.

“But it’s not enough for you to just feel that..."

You paused for a few more seconds, gathering all your thoughts.

"How about me, Mark? What would I do with your words if I can’t even feel it anymore?”, you spoke to him again, now staring at the floor. You’re thinking, how does him saying he loves you brings pain rather than happiness?

“I’m sorry, Y/N… I know I’m lacking these days. I’m failing to fulfill my promises to you. And I cannot stand to see you getting sadder and sadder each day because of me... I’m sorry…”

You don’t know how or what to respond to his words anymore. You hated to hear him saying sorry to you. You took a gulp to suppress the feeling of pain in your chest.

~

Your mind wandered around the time it all started. Mark was struggling to keep focus on his work as stress after stress took part of his job as the director of photography. There were much more projects than usual that was assigned to their production company. The conflict in the situation escalates more when one of their models backed out in the middle of their shooting. You’re just not sure if it was the model or the agency who pulled back. You cannot remember exactly Mark’s ranting on you that day. They already finished half of the set, shooting and editing for two days. They cannot hire another model that day because of their packed schedules which cannot be postponed or re-scheduled. That’s how they came up with the idea of choosing Mark as the substitute model since he already has a background when you were still studying. Mark is still kind of having second thoughts about it because he is aware of how it will add up on his already messed up work schedule, yet he chose to take a go for it because he said, he doesn’t have a choice though. Because it’s either he agreed on it or they will pull out the project and end up with no payment, in which they already had spent a big amount of money. The project came out more successfully than they could ever imagined, resulting to Mark being scouted as a model to some more projects. Tripling, even quadrupling his work in a regular basis.

You watched how Mark’s lifestyle changed over the past three months due to his work. Although you don’t have any problem with it, at first, aside from him not being able to go home regularly and not contacting you to at least let you know. You loved and supported him in every path he took.

A simple and common problem that almost each couple usually go through in their relationships. But that “simple and common” problem quickly arises when you tried to communicate with him about it. You don’t know what have gone wrong, or what did you told him so wrongly for him to change his habits in your relationship. That in the blink of an eye, you didn’t even notice that he just suddenly felt so far away from you. Catalyzing in a cleft in your almost five years relationship.

You tried to talk it out on him for some times. But you had your last straw almost two weeks ago when he suddenly snapped out of you.

“Y/N, can you please drop this out now. I’m already burned-out from working. Are you not getting tired from this? Because I am.”, cutting you and answering another phone call from his co-worker, before storming out of the living room, “Yes, Jae.”

You were left dumbfounded with his words. That moment did scarred you so bad. That’s for sure. You just don’t know him at all.

And that only proliferated the gap between the two of you. Taking you to the situation you are in now.

~

You’re now already bawling, trying to speak clearly as your breathing heaves, “I... I’m not happy with this anymore, Mark… I tried. I tried so hard. I tried so many times to reach out to you. To understand you. I feel like… I don’t even know you anymore…”

Y/N's P.O.V

It's 5 in the morning. Your alarm sets off. Just another normal working day, you think. You opened your eyes but didn't get up. You just stayed in your bed for a good 40 minutes. Laying on your back, you unconsciously fiddled your fingers at the big space beside you.

Thinking. Deep. Eventually losing yourself with the flashbacks in your mind.

You took a deep breath as you found yourself thinking about him again.

Thinking about how you used to wake up next to his pretty face as he snuggled you, showering you with sweet pecks all over your face, preventing you from getting up.

Playfully tickling your sides and you softly patting your hand to his cheeks to stop him.

His deep, soothing voice starting your day, “Good Morning, my angel”, smiling sweetly, as he rubs his tall, pointed nose to yours, always send butterflies to your stomach just by hearing his voice.

God, even his nose is just as fine as his whole being.

Thinking about how two were so happy before, the life you had with him for the past 4 years and 11 months. You both know, including every people around you, thinks that you are an absolute match for each other. You felt that no one and nothing will ever break you.

But with your current situation, you knock your self-thoughts. Leaving you always ending up in to thinking, how did it ever end up like this?

You lightly shook your head to clear out from all these thoughts taking over your mind. You suddenly look at your table side, glancing at the picture of the two of you that you still keep. Clicking your tongue and closing your eyes, you tell yourself, "Wake up now Y/N. That was 2 months ago.", as you take another deep sigh.

You got up from your bed. Walking towards the big stand mirror just beside your bathroom door to check your face and the bags under your eyes that you gained from all these sleepless nights, lightly tapping your face when you suddenly saw the familiar shirt on the floor. You're not even surprised anymore to find some of his left-over things in your apartment that you two used to share. You roll your eyes while shaking your head, "I'll have to clean this room eventually".

You recapture why you haven't even moved any of his things, not even an inch. You didn't even take a chance to pick up those random things he left.

Just once.

Just that one instant when you tried to clean your room from his belongings.

Right. Because when you did that, one week after he left, you didn't anticipate to have a severe breakdown. You are still afraid that you might helplessly bawl again in your bedroom floor just from the lingering scent he left. You remember that day so clearly. You didn't manage to get up from the floor. Didn’t touch any food. You just drank water. You didn't even shower. The definition of a complete disarray.

You're afraid to find yourself being a mess again from all the crying, from all the pain you felt you think that might not subside. Not even a little. You don't want to miss another day of work. Because the last time that occurred to you, you missed three consecutive days just to pick yourself up. If it wasn't for your best friend, Damica, you really thought you wouldn't have the strength to get up for the whole week or the next.

That's why you said to yourself, yes, it's a mess. But you chose not to gamble yourself for this again. You'll have to clean it up though one day. Just not today.

~

You were in a haze as you took your last 15 minutes break at work when you felt a light pat on your shoulder, distracting you from your wandering thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N. We're going to K-Town later to crash after work. You good?", Yugyeom said with a small smile and slightly raises his brows.

You paused to think for kind of long seconds.

Oh, right. K-Town.

Something that reminds you of Mark again.

You felt your chest ached a little bit more when you heard that place. A torture you always feel day by day.

You two would always go to K-Town every other week to spend your Friday nights after work to enjoy the start of your weekend together and of course, to release stress, just drinking and eating. Even if almost all of your friends have gone home, you and Mark would stay for some more time. Just talking about anything and everything. You two would sometimes come home at 2 in the morning. If you enjoyed the night so much, much later than that. After you got off the cab, he would sometimes drunkenly tell the driver, already eating some of his words, "Hey sir. Thank you for dropping me and my beautiful wife home safely.", as he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, with his head leaning on your shoulder and plants a soft kiss on your neck.

You quickly blink to wake yourself up from the memories to respond, "Uhmm... I'll g–".

"Ow come on, Y/N. It's already Friday. It's been I-DON’T-KNOW HOW MANY WEEKS since you came with us.", Bambam cut you while kind of pouting as he felt that you might reject their invite again.

He is right though. You can't even remember anymore when was the last time you spent time with your friends. All that you can remember is how long you and Mark have called it off. But hey, you have to break yourself from these thoughts of Mark. You think to yourself.

"I was about to say I'll go when you cut me off Bam",you respond with a chuckle.

With your response, Yugyeom and Bambam was clearly surprised and hugged you tightly while screaming of excitement and happiness, sandwiching you between your two tall friends.

"YES!!! At last!!! She's herself again!!!", Bam said loudly as he was jumping. Not caring about your other workmates already looking at the three of you because of their noises. You just shut your eyes tightly and pursed your lips as you felt a little embarrassed, yet in a good, funny way.

"Yah yah yah! Get back to work. You still have an hour before you can leave.", the three of you were kind of startled with your boss' voice. Finally releasing you from their tight hugs.

"Ah, Sir Park! You have to come with us too later!",Yugyeom said to your boss as he playfully teased him by nudging his shoulder.

"Why? Are you going to treat us now?", Jinyoung replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah~ Stop it Jinyoung. Y/N's already coming with us. You should come too.", Yugyeom responded.

"Yah! This little pu– That's SIR PARK for you.", Jinyoung told Yugyeom as he jokingly attempted to hit him with his hand.

Looking at you now with Jinyoung's bit confused reaction, "You're really coming Y/N?"

"Yes, SIR Park.", you replied with a sweet smile. "That's why you should come too.", nudging at his arm with your elbow.

Jinyoung was one of Mark's college close friends. While Yugyeom and Bambam were one of the active members of the organization where Mark and Jinyoung are both officers. That's how you got close to them. Them, treating you like their sister, and you treating them as your brothers.

Yugyeom and Bam walked back to their working stations to finish the remaining hour of their work. Jinyoung walked back with you at your desk with his arms crossed to his chest, carefully analyzing your face.

"Are you sure you're okay now?",Jinyoung asked straight with a low, quieter voice so that only you can hear his kind of a personal question. "Let me just remind you that you can always file for a vacation leave, Y/N. Don't push yourself too much."

Your eyes opened slightly at his words. But you managed to compose yourself and put a still reaction. Just how you always react. Like nothing was wrong.

Blinking, you smiled at him, "Yes, Jinyoung. I am fine. Thank you for being such a considerate boss.", trying to put a light tone to every word you said to make the conversation less serious.

"I am not telling you this just because I am a considerate boss. I am still your friend, Y/N. Yugyeom, Bam and I.", Jinyoung replied to you.

You only answered him with a smile and nodded. Implicating that you acknowledged Jinyoung’s comforting words. Because you still don't know how to react or respond properly to your friends after checking up on you, after learning about how Mark and you suddenly broke up. Even you, yourself. You’re still dumbfounded at what happened to your almost-perfect relationship. You’re still at lost.

~

It's only 8 in the evening when your friends got high from drinking. You're only watching them while munching some fish cake at your table. Jinyoung, like the usual older brother to you, advised that you don't drink tonight and you just agreed. You just really didn't feel like drinking tonight. You only want to spend time with them after not being yourself for the past eight weeks. You're giggling at their weirder antics that shows up when they have alcohol in their systems. They just eccentrically yell something, sing some songs that you can’t even recognize if those songs really exist and dance that made you laugh even more.

"Yah! Jinyoung! How about you take off that padding cyclings!", Bambam yelled to Jinyoung as the surrounding's becoming louder, causing you all to crack at how shameless he is for bugging Jinyoung when he got kind of drunk.

"How about I break your chopstick legs, huh?!",glaring, Jinyoung retaliated, causing you to burst in to laughter again.

Your eyes were already tearing up from laughing when suddenly you heard a familiar laugh. You know that laugh too well. You felt a sudden cold chill in your spines. That soft laugh even though he's already laughing his lungs out. You force yourself not to think of him this time, but it's no use. You already know him like the back of your hand. And like a natural reflex, you looked for him. You start to find at who's laughing with that familiar voice. The laugh that you can listen to even though you're sleeping. You're already picturing his face. His perfect set of teeth. His cute canines. The laugh that you always love to hear. That voice.

You thought, Maybe he's here?

Obviously, he knows that you're always here every other week.

Maybe he came back.

You stood up from your seat and looked harder for whose laugh it belongs to. You rubbed your eyes and wiped your glasses at your shirt, squinting your eyes and extending your neck to look sharply. Scanning keenly the noisy surroundings, the people around you.

But he's nowhere to be seen.

There's no Mark here.

He is not here with you tonight.

He is not with you anymore.

You felt another known sharp sting in your chest.

And that pain you felt intensified when you heard Yugyeom tell you all in a loud voice, probably because of the drunken state he is now, “Whoa! Look at Mark hyung!”, holding his phone up, pointing at a posted photo of Mark on his Instagram that he uploaded a few minutes ago. You really tried not to look, but your eyes automatically glance at Yugyeom’s phone when you heard Mark’s name.

You bite your lip and swallowed to conceal your uneasiness and eagerness to see his face again. You felt your mouth dried when you saw his photo.

He became much, much, much more gorgeous than you could imagine.

You thought that he already has the most pretty face you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Small face, high nose bridge, small alluring lips, his beautiful teeth that accentuates his whole features, and those doe eyes that brightens up his face when he smiles, your most favorite.

Just… his whole appearance is the vivid representation of an ethereal beauty.

Although it is a black and white photo, you can still see how much more gorgeous he has become. He’s now the cover model for a very well-known fashion and lifestyle magazine. He’s wearing a black leather beret and a black tank top, reflecting at a what you think is a window or something, flexing his side profile. A pure beauty. He really is made for this; you think to yourself.

You felt colder. Empty. You told yourself in a small voice, "...Manhattan must be really nice then."

So, here it is guys! My apologies for the late post 🙏🏼 But here it is anyways hehe. Thank you for those who are waiting and still want to read 😊

Also just a thought, I won't promise to put all GOT7 members in this AU unless they fit the characteristics I feel needed in this story.

I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. Stay safe ya'll! -n. wang 💖

COVER, PROMPT

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 2 (working in progress)

CHAPTER 3 (working in progress)

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