#LIKE IT'S SO CRAZY ????? SORRY ??????????? LIKE HUH? WHAT♥

[mwagneto]

apologies for the extremely crass post i'm about to make but it's absolutely wild to me how the gomens fandom treats genitals and gay sex like even disregarding the weird ass "making an effort" thing, the fact that "one of them has a dick and the other has a pussy coz it makes sex easier/more convenient/whatever" is a take i see relatively often is ? fucking insane ?? like even just beyond the obvious extremely strange anti-sodomy homophobia of literally saying piv sex is better than anal sex it's like. do people just assume gay men have anal sex coz they wanna have piv sex but lack the hole for it so they have to make do ??????? like you guys realise gay men have anal sex coz they like being fucked in the ass right? you guys are aware of this right

#LIKE IT'S SO CRAZY ????? SORRY ??????????? LIKE HUH? WHAT♥ #it's soooo . bonkers how homophobic this fandom is like ohhhhhhmy god #like mf. maybe examine why you think one thing's superior to the other😭😭😭 bruh #it's a thing i see in all fandoms but it's specifically weird in this one coz they make it Even Weirder #but in general when fandoms write/talk abt trans men and it's alwaayyyssssss p1v w them bottoming #like . i honestly don't even really have an argument like this feels so obvious idek what the hell to SAY #IT'S SO WEIRD. WHY DO YOU HATE GAY MEN SO MUCH... #good omens #gomens #ask to tag idk what to tag this i hate being expl cit or crass but this drives me crazy 😭

[bitchinfawkseh]

Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a fic of dean with a coquette reader? Like a super femme reader who is obsessed with bows pink stuff ect? Ps I really like your tt🫶🏻

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Summary: You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

W.C: 1288

A/N: ahhhh my first req! ty! Sorry this took so long for me to write. I've been very busy with school and work.

Book after book, page after page, and still nothing. Nothing that would help you with this case or future cases - and Dean's grumbling and complaining was getting annoying. You adjusted the bow that was pinning your hair back away from your face - sometimes it got all slanted and looked weird. And you'd rather not have Dean tease you about it again. 

"We should have just made Sammy do the research." Dean started. You rolled your eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh. "I can't focus when you're whining." 

"I'm not whining -" 

"You are!" You interrupted, shooting him a mean glare. Dean went silent, and you decided to enjoy it while it lasted. You flipped open an older and more worn heavy book, the edges were frayed, and there were tons of scratches on the cover. Two flimsy pieces of paper fell out, landing in your lap. They looked to be old, too, with how dirty the paper was and how it smelt amazing. 

You purse your lips together and carefully pick it up, rubbing the material between your fingers. It felt more like parchment rather than modern-day printer paper. "What's that?" Dean asked, trying to peek at the papers. You shook your head and shrugged, you weren't sure what it was until you unfolded it. Messy scrawl and an easily read "My love," addressed at the top. You slowly smiled as you read through the love letter, it was so sweet… so romantic. 

My love, 

You've been on my mind for quite some time now, and it's getting harder each day to forget about you. I have known you for close to six years now. And as time passes, I fall deeper in love with you. Sometimes, it's tough for me to express myself. Whenever I talk to you, I get flustered. Whenever I talk to somebody else about you, I get tongue-tied. You make my heart jump every time I see you. It's crazy that you are oblivious to your effect on me. But that is a part of your charm. The moment I laid my eyes upon you, I knew that my heart would forever be yours. Your beauty, both inside and out, is unmatched and your kind and loving spirit only adds to my admiration for you. 

You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I cannot imagine a life without you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I love you now and forever. 

Forever yours, 

George

"Oh… Dean, look." You said, passing him the letter as you went to read the second one. This might be the sweetest thing you've ever read, this George guy sure had a way with words. Dean watched with raised brows as you scanned the second letter, a soft happy smile on your face. Who knew someone else's love life could make you so happy? He swallowed hard and started to read what you handed him. It was… cheesy to say the least. It sort of made him cringe, to be honest. "You like this stuff?" He snorted. 

You frowned. "It's romantic." 

"It's cheesy, is what it is." 

"He loved whoever he sent this to very much, who cares if it's cheesy?" You asked. Dean cocked a brow and looked you up and down, from your floral dress to your mary-janes. Something you'd only ever wear if it was a "chill day", when you were out in the action, you'd opt for jeans and boots. "You like this stuff?" He asked. You nodded and your eyes briefly met his. "It's sweet." 

His lips thinned slightly, "Huh." 

And here he was, hours after you and Sam had both gone to bed, trying to write you a love letter. Dean tried to go with a rhyming scheme for a while - until he tried to rhyme your name with something that wasn't completely stupid and couldn't think of anything and scrapped that idea. 

He thought about just copying the love letter you found - or something from online but that would be stupid. You could tell, and it wouldn't show he tried to put any effort in at all. Dean glanced over at your curled-up sleeping form, wearing a cute pink vintage nightgown that you nearly flipped your lid over when you saw it in the thrift store. You did love all of that… girly stuff. It was very endearing. 

Then, he suddenly got some inspiration. Dean picked up his pen again, scribbling some things down on the paper. He knew what he wanted to write - but he didn't know how to word it. Dean appreciated you too much for it to be half-assed - or something that could be taken the wrong way with how it was worded. 

And soon, the words just started to flow. 

The next morning, Dean took you out for a coffee and some pastries at the local shop. The letter he wrote for you was snug in his coat pocket - waiting for your eyes and only your eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped one of his clammy palms on the expanse of his jeans as he sat down on the bench next to you. You briefly looked over at him, taking a tiny sip from the herbal tea he had gotten for you. “So, what’s the occasion?” You asked. Dean’s brows furrowed and he chuckled nervously, he swore that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “What? No occasion…” 

Your eyes narrowed, “Dean.” 

“Okay! Okay, I… I have something for you - but don’t laugh, okay?” He swallowed hard and started to dig through his pocket. Your face immediately softened and you turned to face him, whatever it was - it was important to him. 

Then, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with your name addressed on the front of it. “I tried real hard, okay? So… don’t laugh.” Dean warned - but with the slight waver in his voice, you could tell that he was very nervous. You took the delicate piece of paper from him and carefully unfolded it. The first line was enough to make your heart swell and for butterflies to form in your stomach. 

Hey, 

I don’t really know what to write… you know I’m not the mushy-gushy kinda guy, but I wanna try for you. I wanna start this off by saying I think you’re the prettiest woman out there, no doubt in my mind (and the bows you like to wear in your hair are damn cute.) You’re my whole goddamn world… you know, I purposefully try to make you laugh all the time too because it honestly sounds better than any Zeppelin song (don’t tell anyone I said that.) All it needs is a good guitar solo… kidding. Anyway, you’re my sweet girl who adores all that cute girly and flowery stuff, hell, I even let ya put that old heart key chain on my keys for Baby - nobody gets to fuck with Baby, except for you. I love you, more than words can say. I know I don’t tell you a lot, but I do. 

I love you. 

Your bottom lip jutted out and you clutched the piece of paper to your chest, “Dean…” He surveyed your reaction carefully with wide eyes, did you like it? Did you hate it? Finally, you practically threw yourself into his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “This is the sweetest thing ever.” You beamed. Dean let out a relieved chuckle and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, he (not so) discreetly inhaled the scent of your hair, smiling faintly when the light fragrance of flowers hit him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spnfandom

[gowonders]

i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

#gowonder: writes #gowonder: smut #txt #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard thoughts

[dustofthedailylife]

They impulsively kiss you (Part 2)

→ Masterlist 🍁 → Part 1 (Albedo, Ayato, Itto)

Summary: They finally gather the courage to kiss you.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe x (gn!) Reader (separate)

Warnings: Fluffy! Mentions and description of injury and blood (Childe). Mentions Childe's real name. Overall the description of the kisses are very detailed.

A/N: Part 2 is finally here and thank you all for your crazy support of Part 1! I'm sorry for the long wait but I think it paid off. I gave this my all! The kisses are even more detailed now and the length of the individual chapters is longer, too. I would absolutely love to hear what you think. My ask box is open, run it in if you need to. And likes, replies and reblogs are as always appreciated ♥ Also - yes I still have creative ammo for a third part! :3

DILUC

You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you set down the basket full of grapes on the table in front of the entrance of the Dawn Winery.

"Our best helper is back with another big basket I see." Adelinde, who stood behind the table, remarked with a content smile while she weighed the basket and scribbled the amount down in her notebook.

The yearly grape harvest had come around and like every year, you and many other Mondstadt citizens had volunteered to help, too. The Winery already employed a lot of staff but during the harvest time most of them were needed for the actual wine making process, so the winery looked for short term workers every year that were in turn rewarded with a precious sum of Mora as payment and for the one who harvested the most grapes during the time, a crate of high quality vintage wine - and who were you to say no to that? Such an opportunity was hard to pass, especially since money didn’t grow on trees and as a self-employed artist it was good to accumulate some savings for bad times. 

The "starving artist" unfortunately wasn't just an idiotic romanticized figure in novels, there was a little too much truth to it - you knew as much now. Your monthly income solely depended on the amount of commissions you got, and as a one-man-business there naturally was only a fixed amount of them you could accept at once. Plus, of course, the amount of commissions that came in fluctuated throughout the year. And all that summed up was precisely why you were here every year around the same time and helped out - that and you got to see and talk to the vintner himself a little bit if you got lucky. 

You knew Diluc through your line of work, he often commissioned paintings from you when he needed a gift for an important business meeting or various other occasions. In fact he came around for commissions so often during the past six months that you could consider him a regular by now and although thus far, your relationship wasn’t more than just mere business acquaintances, you always found yourself attracted to him and had the strong desire to to get to know him better and get a glimpse of what he hides behind that rather cool and distant demeanor.

"Are you sure you don't want a permanent position as an employee here, dear? I think no one ever manages to harvest as much as you do and you even have an eye for the fruit, always picking the ones with the perfect ripeness."

"Well, I am flattered, Adelinde, but I think I love being an artist too much."

"It's a pity! But Master Diluc really is fond of your art so I’m sure he would be devastated if you stopped painting, he is basically a collector of your work at this point… Oh my, I’m talking too much - It's past noon already, I’m sure you want to take a break for a little while. No one will be able to catch up with the amount you have harvested anyway. I would say the crate of wine is guaranteed again, my dear."

“That’s what I like to hear!” You chuckled before saying your goodbyes and started to head for your usual place for your lunch break down by the lake.

Basically a collector by now, huh? It had just been a brief gossip with Adelinde but that sentence kept on playing on repeat in your head. Was he interested in you, too? No, that would be foolish to assume, he just admired your work, that was all. Right?

When you were strolling down the path and your spot came into view, you were surprised to see that it was already occupied by someone else today. A familiar figure of a man with flaming red hair was sitting under the tree by the lake, his coat evenly spread underneath him and his back was leaning against the bark.

“Fancy seeing you here!” You said and decided to sit down on the grass next to him. “You’re sitting at my lunch spot, I hope you don’t mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” He responded and gave you a small smile. “How is the harvest going? I can’t help but notice that you help us out every year.”

“It’s going well and it looks like I have the honor of getting a crate of your finest wine this year again.” You said in a singsong voice and smiled at him widely to which he just huffed in response, the corners of his mouth twitching up ever so slightly.

“You know, you could just ask me for wine if you want some.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly afford that normally! So working and getting wine as a compensation? Perfection!” You giggled and lay back on the grass, looking up at the clouds, missing the adoring glance he threw your way.

“How are you doing?” He asked after a short silence.

“Huh?” Taken aback by the sudden question you looked back at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m just asking how you’re faring.”

“I am… good. You know just… living life, doing art.”

“You seem so surprised.” He chuckled at your reaction with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to ask me that, you always seem so…”

“Distant? Cold?” He asked while looking below himself plucking some blades of grass out of the ground with a pensive expression.

“Yeah… I don’t even mean it in a bad way, you just always seem to maintain a professional distance, I’d say. For example, I couldn’t imagine you hugging or even kissing anyone...” Once you had finished your sentence you leapt up from your lying position, eyes widening in shock about your own words and you got the urge to slap your hands over your mouth. You were talking way out of place and who were you to lecture Diluc Ragnvindr himself about his mannerisms?

“I’m so sorry, please forget what I said, I–”

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“For your honesty. I feel like a lot of people hold themselves back around me out of politeness, but never you.” His crimson eyes met yours and you could see that he wholeheartedly meant what he had said and you felt your cheeks heating up. Before the awkward silence could fester and before you could say anything, he rose back to his feet, brushing some dirt off his clothes and swinging his coat over one shoulder.

“Well, I should get back to work, I have a few important meetings coming up. Thanks for joining me.”

“Of course.” 

After helping out a little while longer on the vineyard until the sun was setting, you returned back home. You were still confused about the encounter earlier in the day and wondered why Diluc hadn’t been angry with you. In fact, he seemed more like he was genuinely brooding about what you had said and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had somehow struck a nerve.

You decided it was best to get your mind off of things for the rest of the day and since you actually had some commissions you needed to get done still, you started getting lost in some painting while the sun sunk further below the horizon and the amber color of the sky soon turned into a night blue. The only noises you could hear were the gentle brush strokes on your canvas, the calming pitter-patter of the rain that had started to fall outside not too long ago, and – a knock on your door.

You snapped out of your creative trance at the sudden noise and wondered who would knock at your door in the dead of the night. When you opened it, you found none other than a very drenched Diluc Ragnvindr standing in front of your door in the rain.

“Master Diluc? What–? Come in, you’re going to get sick!”

“Pardon, I– uhm…”

You looked back at his form as he began to speak, not moving an inch from where he was standing and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he had the same pensive look that he had earlier when you had spoken but there seemed to be some nervousness mixed into it now. He opened and closed his mouth a few times in an attempt to speak, before letting out a huff and smiling to himself, his eyes pointed to the ground.

“Is everything alright?”

“I just… thought about what you’ve said to me earlier and, I’m sorry but, I just can’t seem to get it out of my head.”

“That was incredibly rude of me to say, by Barbatos, I should never have–”

You stopped talking mid-sentence because your train of thought was interrupted by Diluc taking slow steps in your direction, looking you right in the eyes now. He was enamored by your appearance, he always has been. He noticed the little paint speckles on your cheek, giving away that you had been painting, the lively glow in your eyes that made him fall in love with you the moment he first laid his eyes on you and your homely smell that comfortably numbed his senses every time he came in contact with it. You were like an invisible force that kept pulling him in. 

He was now standing right in front of you in the entrance of your home. His hands found their way to your hips, squeezing them gently as his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips with a sensual expression. What happened in milliseconds felt like an eternity to you. The touch of his hands made you feel a tingling sensation all over your body, and you could hear the drumming of your heartbeat in your ears.

When you looked him back in his eyes he suddenly lifted one of his hands to your neck and brought his face down to yours, pressing his body flush against yours and uniting your lips into a passionate kiss that made you close your eyes and tumble back a few steps against the wall behind you, gripping his coat for stability. Your senses were so overwhelmed you couldn’t even feel how the water in his clothes seeped into your own, all you could think of was the taste of your shared breaths and how silken his lips felt when slotted against yours.

Diluc, too, only felt the addicting feeling of your soft lips against his, making him completely blind to the world surrounding him, as he was completely lost in you. He had taken interest in you a while ago and your talk earlier that day had been his wake up call - he needed to make a move if he wanted this - if he wanted you. The fact that you thought he seemed distant and cold had bothered him all day since, and he wanted to prove to you that he could be more than that. The feeling of kissing you now and feeling your soft skin under his palm caused a comforting warmth to blossom in his chest. He could feel that the hole in his heart he sought to fill all those years was slowly filling up with a painting of your image.

“Do you still think I seem too distant now?” He whispered against your lips with half-lidded eyes.

Your reply was wordless as you moved your hands to his neck and pulled him in once more to unite your lips. If this is what Diluc Ragnvindr’s love was, you were ready to get drunk on it until the end of time.

KAEYA

"I want you to go to Dragonspine to patrol the eastern area of the mountain, I’ve marked it on your map. There have been reports of unusual activity there and we need some information about what exactly is going on over there. However, stay vigilant, it could very well be that the Fatui are behind it. If that is the case, head right back here and we will discuss how we will progress further."

"Yes, of course, Acting Grandmaster." You exclaimed and bowed your head at the Blonde in front of you. 

You'd been called to Jean's office first thing this morning when you had arrived at the Favonius headquarters, and much to your surprise, you were already given such an important and dangerous patrol. 

“Excuse me for asking, but am I supposed to go alone?”

“Indeed. Will that be a problem?”

“No… no of course not.”

It had only been about half a year since you had joined the Knights of Favonius and your training was going well, in fact, more than well. You'd been told by multiple other knights that your skills were outstanding and that they'd never seen someone pick up fighting skills as fast as you had. It was of course great to know that all your efforts and training sessions were paying off but to be given the order to go on patrol on Dragonspine, while you were basically still wet behind the ears, felt like it was still a number too big for you. But it wasn’t like you had much of a choice now anyway.

"Great! Make sure to pack accordingly, I'm sure you're well aware of the dangers the mountain harbors?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You bowed down one last time before heading out of the office. The nervousness was basically written all over your face and your stomach felt like it wanted to rid itself of the meal you’d eaten a bit ago. As you headed out of the office and closed the door behind you briefly overheard Lisa, the librarian of the Knights, who had been present during the whole meeting, asking Jean if she really thought you were already fit for patrolling there, which made your heart sink to your stomach even more than it already had.

You slowly made your way to the Recruit’s office, where you and the other recruits had their equipment stored and began making a list of what you had to pack in your head. Your feet suddenly felt as if they were glued to the ground and every step took all your willpower. 

There were plenty of stories surrounding Dragonspine and since your childhood days the only thing that always stuck in your memory till this day was to not go there ever, especially not alone. 

You opened your locker and grabbed a couple of your belongings that you stuffed in a bag and attached your sword to your belt. What else would you need? A warming bottle wouldn’t be possible since it needs time to be crafted and Starsilver to have it made and you had neither of those. 

"What’s up with that frown, sweet pea?" A sultry voice stopped your thoughts that were racing 1000 miles per hour and instead made your heart race at the same pace.

“Captain! I… It’s nothing.” You shook your head and tried to avoid his gaze because his presence had somehow started to make you nervous recently. He leaned on the doorframe close to you with his arms crossed over his chest and followed your every move with his ice-blue eye.

Kaeya had been your mentor ever since your first day here and he was also the one who taught you most of your sword fighting and recently you had noticed that you have started to become uncharacteristically fidgety whenever he was around. Your heart always started racing, your stomach started feeling fuzzy, your palms started sweating and your thoughts became more and more blurry and you felt like you were unable to string words together properly. For the first while you had tried to ignore it and get your act together and thought it would eventually pass but you had to start being honest with yourself, you had begun to develop feelings for him. 

It was hard not to, in all honesty. Due to his always flirty behavior he had wrapped you around his little finger faster than the wind could blow through the streets of Mondstadt on a stormy day and you found yourself thinking about him more and more throughout your day.

“Well, in that case we can head off to Dragonspine soon, I hope?”

“We?” You asked flabbergasted. “B-but Jean–”

“Jean told you that you were supposed to go alone. Yeah, I know that already. Lisa told me and since I am coincidentally free, I have made it my task to accompany you.” He smiled at you flirtingly and you swore you were about to pass out on the spot.

“Won’t you get in trouble for leaving your post, though?”

“Ah, well, maybe... but once I can tell everyone that I saved our sweet little recruit from becoming a popsicle I’m sure they will actually thank me. Don’t worry so much about me or I might start thinking you have feelings for me, hm?” He teased and walked away with a big smirk plastered on his face which caused your face to violently heat up. Did he know?

On the evening of the same day when you both had already been wandering around Dragonspine for a couple of hours, the sun was beginning to set on the horizon, engulfing the mountain in an orange light. But with the fading light the mountain also grew even colder than it had already been all day. The wind felt like tiny needles that pierced your skin and your hands and feet began to go numb. It soon became clear that you wouldn’t be able to reach east Dragonspine during the remaining hours of daylight.

“C-C-Can we find some shelter for the night?” You shivered and desperately tried to keep warm.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle the cold?” 

It was truly amazing how unbothered he looked in his regular clothes while you on the other hand were a shivering mess even though you were wearing about seven layers of clothes. But then you shouldn’t be too surprised given that he had a Cryo vision. 

You threw him a scolding glance before turning around and walking towards the small hole in the cliff face that you had just spotted. “Over there seems to be a ca-cave, let's take some shelter there.”

The cave had enough space for you both to comfortably lie and sit in. You both set up your camp for the night and sat down next to each other on your sleeping bags. Although you were now shielded from the biting cold of the wind outside you didn't seem to get any warmer. Your fingers were already feeling extremely stiff and neither blowing hot breath on them nor rubbing them together did anything to ease that feeling.

"Could you make a f-fire?" You asked Kaeya with chattering teeth.

“What do you want me to make fire with, sweetie? This?" He sarcastically asked and motioned towards his vision to which you just replied with a roll of your eyes.

"Very f-funny! I know you packed flintstone earlier."

He smirked at you and started to light a little campfire soon after. You scooted closer to it and held your hands up against the crackling flame that dimly engulfed the both of you in a warm orange light. As you rubbed your hands together some more and tried to get the life back into your fingertips, Kaeya watched your every move. How your lips formed a barely noticeable smile due to the warmth and how the light of the fire perfectly framed your face. In his eyes you were so perfect he wanted to scream it off the peak of Dragonspine for the world to hear. When you looked up at him with a content smile, his entire world stopped spinning and all he could think of was you. 

He moved a bit closer to you until your shoulders touched and you could feel the body heat he was emanating. He suddenly grabbed your hands and took them into his surprisingly warm ones, squeezed them and blew his warm breath on them in an attempt to help with the cold. He truly wasn't affected by the cold at all. You looked up at him with a mix of disbelief and surprise because of the sudden gesture and your face heated up violently, even more so when you saw the caring look in his eye and the way the corners of his mouth started to shift upwards into a smile.

He slowly inched closer to your face, until you could feel his warm breath ghost over the skin of your lips. He was so close you could smell his cologne. He was looking at your lips with a desire you’ve never seen in his eye before and you noticed that his breathing had become erratic. The moment felt like it lasted an eternity and your heartbeat quickened. You almost didn’t dare to breathe anymore. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest you were sure he must be hearing it.

"What…?" You began to ask but you didn't get far because your words were cut off by his lips that hungrily crashed into yours. He intertwined the fingers of his right hand with yours and cupped your cheek with the other. The time felt like it had stopped at that moment and the cold that had been picking at your skin all day was completely forgotten, in fact, you probably had never felt so warm in your entire life before. You inhaled sharply from the sensation of his lips moving against yours. The endorphins started to rush into your bloodstream, sending your mind into a spiral and making the coil in your stomach burst into a million butterflies as you leaned back into him and returned the kiss. 

Kaeya, too, felt the emotions crashing in like a tidal wave. He had imagined this moment for so long already and now that it was finally here it was even better than he could have ever imagined. The way your lips moved against his was addicting and the way they tasted was intoxicating. He wished he could ingrain this feeling into his memory forever. 

“You like me!” He cooed and it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

You could feel him smirk against your lips. But behind his cocky façade you saw that he felt the exact same way about you, the way he had whispered the words just now was another proof of that.

“Shut up and kiss me again, you idiot.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

CHILDE

You looked over to the clock on the wall - 10 p.m. it had gotten quite late already. They were supposed to be back by 6 p.m

You were walking nervously up and down in your office, waiting for that familiar sound of the main doors of the headquarters opening. 

Today was the day the Harbingers were supposed to get back from some kind of secret mission. So secret in fact, that even you, as their personal physician, could neither know about it, nor travel with them like you usually would. You only hoped everyone was alright.

Actually, if you were being honest to yourself, you only hoped that Childe would be alright. He had been on your mind every single day since their departure two weeks ago and you had started to realize that he might be more to you than just some random guy you had to bandage or patch up occasionally. You knew he had the tendency to rush headfirst into fights at any given opportunity and sometimes, even though it was rare because he was a capable fighter, he overestimated his abilities and ended up getting hurt in some way.

You sat down at your desk antsily, flipping through the pages of some magazine without actually taking in the contents of the pages and bobbing your knee up and down. You thought that if Childe could see you being so worried about him now, he’d probably have a snarky comment to make about it and huffed to yourself. He’d be fine. Right?

Thirty more minutes passed until you heard the front door finally open with a familiar creak. You immediately jumped up from your chair and rushed down the hallway, almost stumbling and kicking over a vase in the process.

“You’re back!”

“We are.” Signora sighed nonchalantly, throwing her cape into the hands of one of the lower ranked Fatui walking by her side and motioned him off without uttering a single word and you wondered why she had to always act so high and mighty.

You quickly began scanning the group but no matter how often you counted, there were only ten of them, not eleven and the one face that was missing – was Childe. At this moment you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

“Where is Childe?” You asked with evident worry in your voice.

“Why? Are you into him or something?” Scaramouche mockingly replied, donning an mischievous grin.

“Scaramouche!” Signora admonished making him just shrug. “Well, doctor, we actually don’t know. He got into a fight on our way back here and told us to go without him and that he’s got our back. Which is actually why we are late - there have been some… unforeseen incidents”

“And you just let him stay there and fight alone? You’re supposed to be the most powerful and highest-ranking Fatui officers!” You almost screamed and felt dread seeping into every fiber of your body at Signora’s reply.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine”

“How can you be so sure, Signora? Where was he the last time you saw him?”

“Well, even if I wanted to tell you, I couldn’t do that because then I’d unfortunately have to kill you.”

“Stop this nonsense, he will be fine. He always is.” Dottore chimed into the conversation, flinging his arm around Signora’s shoulder and letting out a mad cackle. “Now, I haven’t had anything for dinner yet and I can become nasty if I don’t so let’s stop dawdling around.”

They started moving down the hallway again, brushing past you now completely ignoring you. They didn’t even seem remotely worried about the fact that they have possibly sent Childe, their own comrade, to his death. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself before heading home even more worried than you had been prior.

It was pitch black and cold outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky creating a white blanket that made the world appear muted. The only sound you could hear was the steady crunch of the snow under your feet. Fitting weather for how you were feeling if you were quite honest.

You unlocked the door to your home, wondering if you’d manage to get a minute of sleep tonight, already pondering on how you could make any of the Harbingers tell you the location of Childe’s last whereabouts. They would surely be alarmed as well if he wouldn’t be back by tomorrow morning, right?

Still lost in thought you switched the light on and hung your coat on the coat hanger by the door, carding through your hair with your fingers and exhaling in frustration because you couldn’t get over the reaction of the other Harbingers. How could they care so little? Or were you maybe being too paranoid?

“You’re home late, doc!”

Startled by the sudden voice you dropped the keys you were still holding and flipped around screaming. Your heart was heavily thumping in your chest and your eyes widened in shock until the realization started to seep in.

“Childe? Huh… what? How did you get in here?”

“I picked the lock on your back door.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“You weren’t home.” He shrugged with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning against the doorframe leading to your living room.

“That’s not an excuse to break into my house! I was waiting for your return at the headquarters.”

“You were waiting for me?” His grin grew even wider for the flash of a second before he suddenly let out a raspy cough and almost toppled over as his face contorted into a pained grimace.

“Childe?” You panicked and hurried over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, doc. I’m fine.”

Upon closer inspection you could see that there were big beads of sweat forming on his forehead, making his auburn locks stick to his skin. He was paler than usual as well, his breathing seemed labored and –

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You looked below you and saw thick, red droplets of blood trickling down, staining the carpet crimson. Looking for the source you saw that Childe was holding his side with one hand and a not quite irrelevant amount of blood was oozing from in between his fingers.

“Lie down immediately!”

“I’m fine!”

“You’re literally bleeding!”

“I’ve been through worse.”

“Don’t be so pig headed, do what I say!”

You made him lie down on your sofa and grabbed some medical utensils and helped him remove his shirt to be able to get a look at the wound. It was worse than you had even imagined, the wound was deeper than you thought and was colored in a deep red crimson.

“Shit, this looks bad.” You cussed.

“You should see the other guy.” Childe chuckled and immediately hissed in pain.

“This is not funny, Ajax!” 

You had never called him by his real name before and he immediately noticed it as well, effectively shutting him up. He wondered what it had to mean; were you genuinely worried about him? Did you care for him or were you just acting because of the Hippocratic oath you'd sworn? 

He closely observed how your eyebrows furrowed as you were cleaning and stitching up his wound when it suddenly struck him, that you were the first person in a long time who he felt safe with and who he could turn to no matter what. Lying on your sofa listening to your concentrated breaths almost made him forget the pain that was shooting through his system.

“Alright, that should do it.” You said, tying a knot after the last stitch “This is going to leave a nasty scar.”

“Just another one to add to the collection.”

He didn’t miss how your eyebrows furrowed further after his statement but you didn’t comment on it. You stood up and grabbed some bandages from your cabinet before sitting down in front of him on your coffee table again.

“Sit up and lift your arms, I need to dress your wound.” You commanded, not missing how his trained pectorals moved when he did as you told him. Curse him for being so distracting by just… existing!

You fixated the bandage, looking up at his ocean-blue eyes, fearing you’d drown in them any second not missing that they looked unfamiliarly lively right now and there was a dust of pink to be seen on his cheeks.

“Sorry for bleeding on your sofa.” He almost whispered.

“Don’t worry about it, a sofa can be replaced but not… you.”

You barely had any chance to finish your sentence when he leaned forward and pressed his slightly parted lips onto yours, putting one of his hands on your waist and the other cupped your cheek, rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips being pressed onto yours as a thousand fireworks exploded in your mind and your heart felt like it was set on fire and close to combusting. 

You instinctively locked your hands behind his neck, gripping on a handful of his locks as if your life depended on it – as if it was the only anchor that kept your heart from sinking into the endless ocean of feelings that crashed over you like a tidal wave.

He moved in a little closer as your lips continued to move in perfect unison only letting out a small groan in pain, but he was not going to let his wound ruin this moment for him now. He’d dreamt of this moment for so long, his heart longed for you, his body craved your touch and his soul yearned to be with you.

“Please stop getting hurt.” You silently begged as your lips parted, looking deep into his cerulean eyes.

“What if I just get hurt to be able to see you again?”

“You don't need to get hurt to be able to see me. You never did.” You could see his lips form into a smirk before they were united with yours once more.

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NIGHT CITY N54 INTERVIEW

Name?

Vaughn, but DON'T call me that.. just call me V.

Nicknames?

For some reason I'm called kiddo a lot? Do I look like a kiddo to you?!

Gender?

Male.

Star sign?

Ya know, I really had no idea until I met my best friend, Panam. She's into all that stuff... Apparently I'm a Virgo, pretty cool.

Height?

6 foot....

Okay fine 5'11, jeez!

Orientation?

Bisexual.

Nationality?

American, not sure what else I am, never knew my bio fam to find out.

Favourite fruit?

Nashi. My boyfriend got me into them, they are like pears, visiting Japan last year I tried it for the first time and was hooked ever since. But here in NC? The fruit is awful, I don't recommend it hahah.

Favourite season?

Autumn, the leaves are a gorgeous color, the breeze starts to pick up and in the badlands that's a very good thing. I just love it a whole damn lot.

Favourite flower?

Sunflowers, and roses. But sunflowers are my all time favorite.

Favourite scent?

Rain. Whenever I say that I get weird looks because apparently rain doesn't have a scent but they are the crazy ones! Rain water smells so fresh and amazing.

Coffee or tea?

Coffee. Five cups a day, maybe six if I'm extra sleepy and can't go to bed.

Why are you looking at me like that....?

Average hours of sleep?

I hardly know what sleep is. 4 hours maybe? That's just a rough estimate. I wake up almost every hour and years ago it was worse because of the nightmares. They aren't nearly as bad anymore and now I have someone who sleeps next to me every night who comforts me, so sleep isn't nearly as terrible.

Dog or cat person?

Cats. I've never even seen a dog before, I thought they weren't around anymore?

Dream trip?

To go somewhere up into the mountains for a few weeks, campout and just forget the world.

Favourite fictional character?

 I don't watch enough movies or tv to have a favorite, I'm boring sorry!

Number of blankets you sleep with?

HARDLY ONE SINCE SOMEONE STEALS THE COVERS.... DON'T let him tell you I do, cos I DON'T.

Random fact?

My favorite music genre's are Vaporwave and EDM. Betcha didn't expect that huh?

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could i request 1Nm8 members having a relationship with MC who’s shogo’s little sister and she acts very cutesy and innocent? sorry if it’s too specific in advance! (〃´▽`〃)

Writer's corner: Hi, anon, sweetheart! Of course you can request about it! Here, let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change, so I can do it for you. Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw, cuddles~

⭐𝟏𝐍𝐌𝟖⭐ 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

⭐Since Kei was a former member of VISTY.. (Well.. He actually was the leader).. I guess he'd know mc for a long time

⭐I can't help but imagine him falling for her even while he was still with VISTY

⭐What was really special about her in Kei's opinion was that.. She was different from the others..

⭐She had that sweet and adorable personality..

⭐That care and happiness shown through her eyes each time..

⭐Her sound had that colour.. She had those colours that made her resembling a kind of goddess to Kei's eyes

⭐She was... Simply perfect.

⭐Kei surely would start feeling something for her already while being with VISTY

⭐Then, after creating 1Nm8, Kei would meet her again after a long time and his heart would stop for a second before starting beating like crazy.

⭐His eyes would focus on her and he would feel like melting in a puddle after seeing her smile and those sweet eyes..

⭐"It's... Mc?..."

⭐That's what he'd whisper to himself while Rokuta and Itsuki would try to understand why Kei is staring at a girl in the street.

⭐After some time both mc and Kei would come back to be friends again and would nostalgically do what they used to do when Kei was still with VISTY:

⭐They would spend some time at the beach, relaxing, or mc would make some skin care with face masks and face creams for Kei too

⭐But let's be honest..

⭐I'm sure mc would try to get his brother Shogo and Kei to make up somehow

⭐She would be the one trying to understand her brother's feelings and Kei's ones as well, listening to what had happened that day when Kei decided to left VISTY.

⭐She'd prove to Kei that she hasn't changed at all, by comforting him and cuddling him with all her warmth and sweetness

⭐Kei would blush while feeling her hugging him and snuggling onto his chest.

⭐He would blush more after feeling her lips on his and her sweet and delicate fingers running through his hair.

⭐"Her... Her colour... It's shining more.. She.. she hasn't changed at all.. She's still that sweet mc I loved and still do...."

⭐We all know how serious- oh better.. rational- Itsuki is.

⭐He'd know that mc is Shogo's sister thanks to Rokuta somehow.

⭐I really imagine Rokuta getting that mc is Shogo's sister by Kei, probably "spying" him and then telling Itsuki about it.

⭐Since Kei is very introverted, I doubt he would tell them about it in the first place, especially because the mere figure of the girl would remind Kei about his own past, so...

⭐"Huh..? Yamato Shogo's sister..? Oh.. I see.. But.. wait.. How do you know about it, Rokuta?!"

⭐After meeting mc, Itsuki would simply continue behaving rationally as always

⭐He would seem so much colder than mc, since she is sweet and would be extroverted, showing her care and affection towards all the three boys.

⭐She would show her feelings more than Itsuki would- of course..

⭐So that's why they would seem quite the opposites..

⭐But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't get along well!

⭐Mc would act adorably, helping him while at home

⭐And she would even help him with Rokuta's hunger..!

⭐That's how Itsuki would slowly appreciate feelings- the fact of being genuine and human- thanks to her kindness..

⭐But mc would also get some rational advices by Itsuki

⭐Let's be honest, though:

⭐Itsuki would be surprised and couldn't help but blush after feeling mc putting his head or caressing his hair

⭐Even if he's the rational type, who doesn't trust emotions, Itsuki couldn't really resist the strongest of the feelings, which is love.

⭐His heart would start beating unusually faster while he'd feel his throat getting dry all of a sudden

⭐He'd feel like if his saliva is all gone and some shivers running down his spine

⭐While looking at her bright eyes, he'd feel her tenderness and cuteness, which are her main characteristics...

⭐She would adorably smile and chuckle while pressing her lips on his cheek, sweetly..

⭐Itsuki would open his eyes wider while blushing more:

⭐"Wh-what is happening...? W-why am I feeling this...?! ...Th-there must be a rational solution!!.. It.. It can't be that.. I'm in love.."

⭐As I said previously in Itsuki's section, I think Rokuta would be the one getting that mc is Shogo's sister first!

⭐I totally imagine him "spying" Kei while he's feeling down because of his past.. Mc's figure would remind him of it, so I guess it'd feel kinda sad for Kei.

⭐And Rokuta would get it first, but then he'd tell Itsuki about it

⭐"Itsuki..! Hehe.. You know mc is VISTY Shogo's sister!.."

⭐After meeting her, Rokuta would be the first one getting along well with her!

⭐Because.. Guys.. It's impossible not to get along with him! Rokuta is always so cute and energetic!

⭐He'd match mc's energy and kindness like.. A lot! They'd be the best of friends (or partners, hehe)

⭐I bet they would hang out and would go to eat something together!

⭐And.. Of course, they would eat karaage together!

⭐Also.. I cannot stop laughing, but I bet they would also make a sort of challenge to see who's the best karaage eater..

⭐...but then it'd end up with Rokuta eating even mc's karaage dishes because she would get full in a few minutes!

⭐Mc would take care of Rokuta, showing him her care and tenderness while even brushing his hair.

⭐She would be the best for Rokuta and he would also hug her back tightly each time she does, making her understand that her care and love are mutual!

⭐I cannot help but imagine they both hugging each other and mc quite disappearing between his arms, since Rokuta is... TALL.

⭐They would look so adorable while snuggling into each other's body, with mc's head on Rokuta's chest and his arms wrapped around her small figure just like a blanket.

⭐His cheeks would blush and he would smile and chuckle cutely

⭐He then would kiss her forehead adorably, feeling his heart racing and his forehead starting sweating due to an unknown feeling...

⭐Mc's eyes would open widely and her cute cheeks would get redder after feeling his lips on her forehead.

⭐She then would look up at him while hearing a sweet chuckle from him:

⭐"Mc... I'm hungry, aren't you?... Let's get some karaage!.. Aw.. You're so cute! Hehe!"

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[unethicalmorals]

It's kinda insane the way Bishop is running on a fuckin hamster wheel in my mind I think about this guy 24/7 it's crazy like wow. Bishop. Wow, that's my favorite guy right there

I keep re-reading chapters where he's prominent in or sometimes I'll go to chapters where he isn't even that relevant and just read his lines specifically cuz like RAAAHHHH,,,,, THAT'S MY FAVORITE GUY LOOK AT HIM🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼

I re-read chapter 7 a lot because the crew interactions are so fun in that chapter and yet so bittersweet. I re-read Bishop's lines and like God he was so happy and chipper in the beginning!!!!!!! HE WAS A NERDY GUY WHO LIKED TO FUCK AROUND A LIL‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ FUCK‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ and now he's on edge and bitter and it makes me so AUUUUUGHHHH. BISHOP ILY IT'LL BE OKAY I PROMISE GAAAAAAAHAHHH

I need to put Bishop in a jar and shake him around and then chew on him like GRRRRRRRRRR BISHOP🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥 MY WEIRD LITTLE NERD GUY WHO I LOVE SO MUCH

I also just think it's cute how quickly Bishop got attached to Lucky. He's known him for less than a week and he's like wow I need to put this guy in my pocket and make sure nothing bad happens to him. Wow I kinda like this guy a lil- I mean what huh what who said that what-

I also love Lucky so much but like in a different way from Bishop okay, Bishop is very catboy to me and Lucky is dogboy but like a dog who Hides from loud noises. I hold Lucky in the palm of my hand and I tuck him gently into the softest bed in the whole entire world surrounded by stuffed animals and I kiss him on the top of his head. Rest well king you deserve it

I need to attack Bishop violently (affectionate) and I need to pamper Lucky spoiled and hold his face gently in the palms of my hands..... maybe bite his face a lil🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽 shake him by the shoulders a bit and body slam him, I need to be aggressive in my affection how else will he understand that I love him

Anyways I hope Bishop and Lucky kiss on the mouth muah peace and love on the planet Earth I'm going to put Bishop and Lucky in a meat grinder. Together,,,,💚🧡

Sorry for being insane in your ask box..... they have a grip on my psyche....... I put them in my mouth and shake them like a dog...... and then I pass out,,,

-Watcher

HELLO?? 🥺👉👈 WATCHER-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? HI HELLOW HEYY !!!! :D

Bishop is a great guy to think about honestly, I would have more thoughts for him right now but I'm hyper-focused on Pink and Rabbit rn,,, grrr (Wrench and Lucky are both staring at me with puppy eyes) I've had lots of fun thoughts while making Bishop and plotting some scenes with him. ((I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS LANKY GUY THAT ARE GONNA BE SO, SO FUN))

I'm going to be so normal about you re-reading chapters,,, so normal. HE WAS SO HAPPY. He was so excited to have a new crewmate!! He wanted to talk about his tech!! 🥺 It's so cool, I promise!! He loved his crew so much at the time and now everything is so so bad oh nooo.... Will it be okay? Will it really all be okay in the end?? Will it be okay??

🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥SHAKE HIM AROUND YESYESY SHAKE HIM !! PUT THAT GUY IN A MIXER🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥💚🔥

Lucky is just so soft and ohmy g-,, how can he not get attached to this little guy?~♥

CATBOY AND DOGBOY AHHHH GRRR Yesss, you're so right-- YESS

Hold him in your hand, he is so small,, just a little guy,,, I promise he gets to rest (a little bit, but--) he gets to rest, I promise ♥

Only the best for those two 💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡

I love it--

Be feral, go insane, they are just chew toys to throw around-- ♥♥♥♥♥

#ask #watcher #tsitd

[kimievii]

tagged by @highstrionics thank you so much!! ♥ and sorry, it took me quite some time to do this ;;

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fave colour: I don’t think I have one favorite colour actually. But I tend to love shades of purple, blue, pink, grey and green a lot.

currently reading: Not reading any novel at the moment (even though I have many (way too many) in my to-read list. But right now all I can read is fanfiction. Pretty obsessed with this svsss fanfic (bingyuan, magical boys au) Balala Like Magic, You Transform My Heart by Kuku88 at the moment!)

last song: I’ve been listening to nothing but lofi hip-hop for the past two weeks. I don’t know why I kept denying myself this for such a long time because turns out it one of my favorite things to listen to and it’s been doing wonders to help me motivate myself into writing. I’ve been listening mostly the classic Lofi girl, but also found this band and especially this video from them, which I’ve been listening in repeat lately!

last series: First Kill. Watched it with a friend when he was over at my place because we didn’t know what else to watch but it was... disappointing tbh ;;;

last movie: It’s been so long since I last watched a movie that I don’t... even remember what it was, huh. I think it was Encanto? God, it’s been a while...

currently working on: Working on a SVSSS fanfic at the moment. I wrote 4 chapters so far and still have a lot to do. I just hope I’ll manage to finish that one (I have a bad habit of dropping wips, reasons why I no longer publish anything...) SVSSS is a fanfom that inspires me so much, though, it’s crazy. Like, I have a good dozens of fic ideas and parts of me really hope I’ll manage to write them all.

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share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺

(this part took me forever tbh 10 different pieces of media is a lot for me, and having to pick just 1 for each piece was also super hard ;;;

1. Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS) - God SQQ, what a dork. I love him. I love him SO MUCH. So much. He’s my everything.

2. Cloud Strife (FFVII) - I cannot make a list of character and not mention him. He’s been a fave for roughly 20 years, after all.

3.  Lan Wangji (MDZS) - What to say, he’s a dear, I adore him ;v;

4. Crowley (Good Omens) - Favorite fallen angel~

5. Axel/Lea (kingdom hearts series) - By far my favorite character in the KH series. 

6. Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh! DM & Season 0) -  Possibly one of my very first fictional “crushes”.

7. Frodo Baggins (LOTR) - Kinda like Cloud Strife, he’s been a fave for so long. I adore him.

8. Thanatos (Hades by Supergiant Games) - As far as I can tell, everyone loves Thanatos in Hades, and for very good reasons. I think me saying “He’s a dear, he’s a dork, I adore him” is valid for literally every single characters in this list =‘D

9. Ja’far (Magi The Labyrinth of Magic) - You know, it’s funny because I don’t actually like Magi all that much, and dropped the manga fairly early on and yet Ja’far remains one of my favorite characters. I loved him then, I love him still. 

10. Mabudachi trio (Ayame, Shigure and Hatori Sohma - Fruits Basket) - Can’t mention one without the other two so I made an exception here and picked all three. Teenage me adored them so much aah 

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Tagging 10 people is just too much, I never know who to tag ;;; But feel free to do this even if I’m not tagging you!

Tagging @oddishblossom ; @demoiselledefortune ; @spacedoutpup ; @xkilluas(only if you guys want to!)

#patatipatata #tagged

[omikazu]

are we still on for tomorrow? ♡

FEATURING mikey and sanzu!

— when your fiancé urgently heads out before the day of your wedding for a sudden bonten meeting, you playfully text him, "are we still on for tomorrow?"

category: fluff, angst, mentions of drugs, blood, violence and gang shit but nothing too much

— MIKEY ♡

• when mikey gets an intel leak that a rival criminal syndicate would be trying to attack you at your wedding venue the next day, he's left seeing red.

• not only were they trying to ruin his special day, they were also targeting you— the love of his life, and that was simply unacceptable.

• mikey calls an emergency meeting with all the bonten executives, deciding that erasing the entire gang that was targeting you would be the best course of action.

• he left about six hours ago, and it's almost midnight. you sigh, deciding to send him a quick text to calm your nerves. "are we still on for tomorrow?" you type out, pressing send.

• you don't receive a response for the next two hours, and you begin to pace around your shared room with mikey, beginning to get worried. of course you'd understand if you have to postpone the wedding, but you've spent months planning it, not to mention the sheer excitement of exchanging vows with your soulmate in a beautiful ceremony..

♥︎ sighing, you flop down onto the bed, reading the clock. it's a little bit past two in the morning, and you've long abandoned any hope of your wedding happening today, until you hear the door to your bedroom burst open, startling you and breaking you out of your thoughts.

"what the hell do you mean by that text you sent, y/n?"

your fiancé stands in front you in a black shirt and bloodstained blue jeans, hair sticking to his forehead from how much he's sweating, the dried blood on his skin running down onto his neck along with the sweat.

"don't worry, sweetheart," mikey assures, holding a hand up in reassurance. "the blood isn't mine, i'm untouched. and of course we're still on for today, you know i'd never postpone our wedding.. for anything." mikey offers you a small smile, leaning on the doorframe. "sorry you have to see me all bloodied right before something as magical as our wedding," he says, shooing you away as you try to engulf him into a hug. "no, y/n, you'll get their filthy blood on you, i'll just see you in a few hours, all pretty in white for me, hands off till then," says mikey, turning around to leave. he turns back around for one last time and leaves your heart racing with what he tells you.

"i can't wait for you to hear the vows i wrote, baby. fuck, i'm one lucky man, huh? i found an angel like you to stay by my side forever."

— SANZU ♡

• when mikey himself sent out an urgent call for a meeting with all the executives, sanzu knew he couldn't refuse, after all, mikey knew that his wedding was the next day, so he wouldn't ask him to attend any meetings unless it was something really important.

• the meeting dragged on and on since the issue was a particularly large shipment of drugs being busted at the airport, a bust that could put all of bonten under the fbi's immediate hit list. sanzu was so preoccupied with the meeting that he forgot to send you a text that he'd come home late tonight.

• worried sick and convinced that your unhinged fiancé has decided to bail on you right before the day of your wedding, you sit at your dining table, the food you cooked for the two of you gone cold as you send him a nervous text, "are we still on for tomorrow?"

♥︎ you sniffle, biting back tears as you notice that it's been over two hours since you sent the text, with no response from sanzu. you knew that sanzu would never dump you out of the blue, but the insecure side of your mind told you otherwise. it's not like sanzu is the most reliable guy in the world, he always forgot dates because he was high off his ass god knows where, he's crazy, he's not the kind of guy that's fit for marriage at all, but he was willing to try.. he was willing to try, just for you, and that has to count for something, right?

you take deep breaths, calming yourself down a little. you need to trust your fiancé a little more, you tell yourself, because as unpredictable and bloodthirsty he might be, sanzu always treated you like a goddess, he cherished you like a jewel, because he knew you were the only good thing in his life, the only person that's stuck by his side through the years, despite his abuse of drugs and love for violence. you accepted him, every part of him— the good and the bad and the nasty, and he loves you for it.

as you sit dejected at the dining table, head preoccupied with negative thoughts, the door slowly creaks open, making you look up at your smiling fiancé.

relieved, you practically run towards sanzu, throwing yourself in his arms and cursing at yourself for ever doubting him. he promised you that he'd never leave you the day he proposed, he's even been trying to get clean since then, you really should give him more credit.

"what's wrong, doll?" sanzu asks, visibly confused as he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly. "i thought you were gonna ditch me," you admit, burying your head into his shoulders, your face burning with shame for ever doubting your fiancé's integrity.

sanzu laughs, forcing your face up so your puffy eyes can stare into his clear blue ones, the cute scars on his lips stretching as his eyes close up, mouth etching into a sincere smile.

"sorry, love, the meeting was so sudden and we weren't allowed to use phones in between," he tells you, planting a kiss on your forehead. "i'm so lucky you even stuck around for so long, it's my own fault you have your own doubts, i'll be better, i promise," he tells you, stroking your cheek gently. "someday, i'll become the man that you truly deserve."

and you know he will, because you know your man, and he isn't the type to make empty promises.. especially to you.

thanks to this ask for getting me out of a mild writer's block, love ya <33333

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[sashi-ya]

hiiii sashi!!! how are you? i hope your week has been amazing 💞

i really loved your scenario where ace forgot his wallet and caught his bff in the act, so i've been wondering may i have a scenario like this but in this version his bff catch him in the act, pls? w/ fem reader and nsfw

thank yooooou 💞

Hii darling, of course!! ♥ I hope you enjoy this juicy spicy -a little long- scenario! Thank u so much for requesting! 💖💖 ~

NSFW ~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Bff! Reader ~ "Long Time No See"

TW: Nsfw. Explicit. Masturbation. Getting caught. Passionate smut. Fluff. Best friends to lovers. Modern AU.

WC: 1.9K

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Reader’s POV.

A normal afternoon in your life, you receive a notification on your screen...

Ace> Hi darling, listen can I stay at your home for the week? You> What??? Are you coming to town??

Ace, your best friend since you were little kids, is returning to town after more than two years without seeing each other. He has left your hometown to study abroad, and since then you haven’t seen him.

Ace>Yeees bitch, I missed you so so much!! You> wohoo!! I missed you too, I’ll wait with my special guest room ready for you! ♥

You moved from your parent’s house six months ago and you are now living in a new apartment. You are super excited to show your best friend your new life…

You feel anxious, you have seen some photos on Ace’s Instagram, he looks different from when he left, but you don’t really know exactly how good he looks. While cooking dinner -meat of course- for Ace, you could only count the minutes before the doorbell rings… you really missed him.

The food is on the table, you brush your dress and there it is, the ring you have been waiting to hear all day long. You run to the door, open and someone hugs you in a burst. Your best friend is here, and his warm hands are wrapped around your waist.

“I MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH!” Ace shouts, kissing your cheeks repeatedly. “Heheh… I missed you too!!” you say in between perhaps some tears. He puts you down after lifting you up in the air. “Hi hi hi!” he says all excited. The boy with dark hair and some freckles is now a man, a handsome, sexy, and strong man.

“A-Ace… you have grown…” you stutter. “I did sis, what about you? Let me see you!” he says and makes you turn around so he can scan you from head to toes. “You did… especially those… you know…” he says, signing as if he had big breasts. “Shut up!!” you say, with burning cheeks. “Come on in, dinner is ready!”.

Ace devours the whole plate, and a second, then a third. He chokes several times, but he continues after chugging a big glass of water. “I guess he has only changed on the outside” you think, and giggle at the image of the freckled boy with crumbs all around his mouth.

And of course, as you know him too well, in a sudden quick motion you catch his head as a narcolepsy episode strikes. You have crawled over the table in order to prevent his countenance from hitting the plate, your breasts are way closer to his face, but he is asleep, there shouldn’t be any problem…

“UHHHH bitch such a good image to wake up to” he says suddenly. He is awake, but resting his head on your hands, having your chest as close as possible to his nose. “Ace!” you shout because he scared the hell out of you. “Stand up, come on!” you order, and he does what you have told him to. “Fiiine, I’m sorry!” He incorporates and lifts his hands.

“You haven’t changed a bit, huh?” you tell him, pointing at him with your index finger. “I did… look at these arms, babe” he says and flexes his biceps to you. “Pfff….” you roll your eyes. Both end up laughing like crazy, like the old times.

The night comes to an end when you show him his new room, apparently, he will be staying no more than a week until he finds a new apartment. You are glad he could stay at least more than a day after so much time without being together.

“Night, sleep well. Don’t assault my fridge during the night… that’s why Luffy isn’t allowed to stay here anymore” you sentenced him and left the room laughing.

Ace’s P.O.V

“Goodnight, babe!” he waves. The door closes behind you, and the freckled boy stands still lost in his own thoughts.

“What the fuck has she eaten the last two years? She looks like a goddess!” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “God… I will have to take a shower, if I don’t, I’m gonna turn into fire…” he thinks and opens his suitcase. He takes out a pair of pajamas and heads to the shower.

During the bath, he couldn’t help but think about your body figure, your face, how his little aneeki has grown… “Damn” he says while leaving the bathroom in suite with a white towel wrapped around his hips.

Ace’s mind runs a hundred miles per hour, he remembers the way your breasts were close, so close to his face, the sweet floral scent of your perfume, your (s/c) skin.

He feels his member slowly waking up, tenting the white fluffy material of the towel. “No… Ace, stop. What are you doing?” he says to himself while he is already touching his aching member over the towel. “She is like your sister, come on… I thought my adolescent crush on her was over… Fuck!”.

But Ace can’t stop, his sex hurts, begs and implores to have at least a little release. The towel is becoming wet, as precum damps it. And because when Ace is horny, his thoughts run wild, he imagines you dancing naked in front of him, he imagines you riding him…

“Fuck it!” he says, and flops into bed. He unties the towel that covers his immodest parts. His member is free, hard, in all his glory right there to be stroked. His palm traces circles over the tip of his dick, lubricated by how wet he is getting. He jerks off, up and down, fast, and then slow, and then fast once again. Ace is lost in his own imagination, he mumbles your name, and pants. At first, he tries to remain as silent as possible, but once the pressure builds on his lower belly, he just loses it.

And because he is not hearing anything around him, and is completely focused on releasing himself, he hasn’t noticed you staring at such -delightful- image from the door.

Reader 's POV.

“Ace… Ace…?” you ask, burning cheeks, burning skin. You just can’t look away. A normal person would have shut the door the very moment they saw that. But you didn’t.

You have a cup of chocolate milk with marshmallows that threatens to be spilled into the carpet as your hand trembles. That cup that you two used to enjoy when you were children. Very sugary, as Ace likes it. Yet not as sweet as his tensing muscles while he strokes his dick and moans your name.

Ace is squeezing his eyelids, so he is not aware of your dumbfounded face. You stutter, you only could -whisper- say his name. You don’t really want him to stop, what’s more, you wish you were the one that was jerking him off instead of his hand.

But morale hits you, and you shouldn’t be doing that. When have you become a voyeuristic? You clear your throat and close the door, slamming it so it sounds louder. You walk through the hall to your room, your heart beating so rapidly, you swear the organ wanted to jump out of your chest.

Closing the door of your room, leaving the cups on your dresser. You sigh and look into the mirror. You are sweating, you are horny, wet, you are feral.

“Was he saying my name? Was he thinking of me?” ...

A sudden knock on the door scares you. “(Name)? I’m sorry, please let’s talk about it…” Ace begs behind the door. “Please, let me explain… I’m so sorry”.

You struggle to say something, and after two tries, words come out of your mouth. “I… It… It is ok, Ace…” you mumble. “No, it’s not ok, please open up” he begs. You take your time and stand up. Shyly, you open the door. Ace is standing there, towel around his hips, a little -a lot- lower than it should be. It exposes the perfect V his abs form, the happy trail that conducts your sight from his navel to heaven. His torso was covered in little drops of sweat, cheeks red. Wavy black hair wet, falling at each side of his face. The freckles that form a beautiful galaxy over his nose. The child who once was your crush, is now a man, a man that you wish you could devour right now…

And you do.

You come closer to him, your body acts on its own. First one step, then two. Your right palm over the hard muscles of his abdomen. Your face close to his. Lips wander over Ace’s lips. Warm breath mixing, the tension, and the need, that feeling inside your belly…

“Ace…” “(Name)…”

Ace presses his lips against yours, he passes his fingers through your hair. Both of you embracing tight into a passionate kiss, a delayed kiss, a suppressed kiss from many many years.

As your tongues play with each other, exploring every wet part of your mouths, you walk towards your bed. Your back hits the mattress, Ace is over you. His hands take your pajama blouse, you can feel the warmth of his palms travelling all around your stomach and chest.

“Babe… I’m…should I stop?” he whispers, while kissing your neck. “Don’t… keep doing this… I want you” you moan, and that fans the flames… Ace can’t stop, he sucks your skin, leaving marks all over your neck, on your collar bones, on your breasts.

Your hips against his crotch, the towel has fallen a few minutes ago to the ground. Ace is completely naked, your satin shorts get damped, your arousal and his arousal over the cloth. You buck up yourself against his hard member. He does the same with you, your clit throbbing, his dick pulsating.

“Fuck me” you beg, right away. You need him inside. “Fuck me, fuck me please”. Ace looks at you, his muscular arms at each side of your head, his piercing fiery gaze on yours. He stands up a little and slides your shorts and panties off. Your core exposed to him, shiny from the dripping wet arousal you are feeling. Ace relishes at the perfect anatomy you hold in between your legs. “So pretty, babe”.

He grabs his dick and grazes the tip over your labia, he lubricates it with your honeys. You whine at the subtle touch, the sweet torture of wanting him inside you, the endless teasing of his gland caressing your clit.

Your best friend bites his lower lip, and without taking his eyes off yours, he aligns his shaft to your entrance. And enters little by little. Softly, gently, slowly he moves in and out, not yet deep inside you. The feeling of him slowly stretching your walls, makes you shiver. He takes his time, making you beg for him to pound deep inside you. Until you can’t take it anymore...

You buck your hips against him, making his dick go all the way in. Both of you moan, both of you whine. And Ace starts to thrust you, violently, faster, feral. In and out he goes, you cross your legs around his waist, burying your heels against the small of his back.

And after intense stimulation, the natural consequence is climax. And climax comes, elated on each other, trembling, quivering, loudly moaning the other’s name. You filled by his warm seed, melting at the pulsating feeling of him filling you up and grunting in your ear.

“Can I stay here more than a week?” he asks, snuggling with you on your bed.

“Stay here forever … ♥”

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[gothicknightz]

universal | peter parker [3]

[1] [2] [4] [5] [6]

(credit to gif creator)

synopsis: you and peter had a falling out, and it was hard on both of you. you were both well-worked into your relationship when you found out he was spiderman. instead of having a positive reaction liked peter hoped, you left. it had been years since that unfortunate event, and it finally came around to apologise. when you arrived, though, peter was nowhere to be found. so you looked up and down for him, until the strangest thing occured to you.

(an: honestly didn’t expect this to be more than a 2 part thing, enjoy! )

no way home spoilers under the cut!!

You finally had him back, your Peter.

After years of sleepless nights and numbing days, you had Peter back in a way.

You guys weren’t back back, but it was better than not having him around.

He still had that look you remembered; curious and playful.

It was something you always loved about him; the times he would show up at your window and you wouldn’t think twice about it.

It was a look that was always on his face, except for when he told you about Uncle Ben, and the look you saw on him a few minutes ago.

You knew he missed you.

Your head turned to the new voice, and you took in the portal he came in through. 

“I feel like I walked in on something I shouldn’t have.” The man said, looking between you and Peter.

“You’re Peter....” MJ said, shifting the balance of the whole situation.

“Yeah, Peter Parker.” He paused, “I’ve seen you two....”

There was a small exchange between Ned’s mom and this Peter, before he turned to your Peter.

Your Peter slowly let you go, standing in front of you protectively.

“Wait.... he’s not- he’s not your friend...”

There was a silence between the two before they both took an instance to shoot at one another with webs, performing the same actions at the same time.

The other Spidey took a web shot at Peter and looked at his inner forearm, “Huh.”

It wasn’t a major shock, but it definitely baffled Ned. “Wait, so you’re Spiderman too? Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Uh, I generally don’t go around advertising it, kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

An “I just said that.” And a “He just said that.” Came from both an amused Peter and a confused MJ.

Once again, Ned’s mom began to speak, “Ikaw ha nagkalat ka nanaman. Linisin mo lahat ng mga basura mo dito. At ikaw naman, alam mo naman na gusto ko na itong bahay natin maayos pero tignan mo, dumi dito, dumi doon.”

“My uh, Lola was asking if you could clean up the webs you just shot.” Ned had translated for the two Spidey’s.

“Oh, sorry, Lola.”

“Yes, of course.”

Ned’s mom, tired, was straight forward and stated, “I’m going to bed.”

After Ned’s mom had left, the older Peter started talking. 

“Uh, this might seem crazy, but, I’ve been trying to find your friend ever since I got here,” He paused, “I just have this sense that he needs my help.”

“Our help.”

“He does.” MJ had spoken, concern in her tone. 

“We don’t know where he is.”

“And um, honestly, right now, we’re all he has left.”

Trying to find a solution, the older Peter spoke up, “Well, uh, is there some place that he might go that has meaning to him. Like a place where he would just go to-”

“Get away from everything?”

“For me, uh, it was the top of the Chrysler building.”

“Empire State, uh, it’s just a better view.”

The older Peter turned to you, “And what about you?”

You had to blink back to reality to process what you were facing; two, three Spidermans exsisting in the world, well, worlds.

“Not a Spidey,” You clarified, “Just happened to know one.”

There was short silence before MJ spoke up again, “Yes, I... I think I know exactly where that would be.”

♥ 

“Hey, wait, wait- woah!” The youngest Spider of them all put his hand up, as a signal for the other two to stop.

Both put their hands up as the oldest Spider started to speak, “Sorry, about May.”

“Yeah, sorry. I still understand what it feels-”

“No, no, please don’t tell me you know what I’m going through.”

“Okay.”

“She’s gone; it’s all my fault, she died for nothing. It’s why I’m gonna do what I should’ve done in the first place.”

“Peter, please don’t-”

“You don’t belong here, either of you. So I’m sending you home.” The youngest paused, “Those other guys, they’re from your world, right? So you deal with it; they die if you kill them, that’s on you. That’s not my problem.

I don’t care anymore, I’m done. I’m really sorry that I dragged you into this, but you have to go home now. Good luck.”

“My Uncle Ben was killed, it was my fault.” The oldest spoke, “The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it, I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted.” He paused, “It didn’t make it better. It took me a long time to learn... to get through that darkness.”

The youngest spoke up again, “I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart.

I can still hear her voice in my head; even after she was hurt, she told me that we still did the right thing.”

“She told me that with great power-”

“Comes with great responsibility.”

“Wait, what, how do you know that?”

“Uncle Ben said it,”

“The day he died.”

#tasm #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!spiderman x reader #the amazing spider man #ned leeds #mj #michelle jones #tom holland #tom!spiderman #tom!peter parker #tobey maguire #tobey!spiderman #tobey!peter parker #andrew garfield #andrew!spiderman #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter imagine #andrew!peter x reader #tom!peter x reader #tobey!peter x reader #no way home #spiderman #garfield spiderman #maguire spiderman #holland spiderman #nwh #nwh spoilers #aunt may #zendeya

[peterparkersned-org]

[𝒀/𝑵] 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒐. (𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔) 𝒑𝒕. 2

a/n: I literally love the Bench Trio's dynamic so expect more content like this from me lol! hope you enjoy! :DD

♥ ♥ ♥

[Y/N]: *Gasp*

Tommy: wHAT??

[Y/N]: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Tommy: *inhales*

Ranboo, in another room with Tubbo: Why can I hear screeching?

♥ ♥ ♥

Ranboo: You have friends and I envy that.

Tubbo: You're welcome to share my friends.

Ranboo: *looks at Tommy and [Y/N]*

Ranboo: I don't want those.

♥ ♥ ♥

Tommy: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Tommy: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Tubbo: Bonjour.

[Y/N]: Le growl.

Ranboo: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

♥ ♥ ♥

Tubbo: Christmas is cancelled.

Tommy: You can't cancel a holiday.

Tubbo: Keep it up, Tommy, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Tommy: What does that mean?

Tubbo: [Y/N], take New Year's away from Tommy.

♥ ♥ ♥

Ranboo: What do you want then?

Tommy: Er… something work-related.

Ranboo: What department is this?

Tommy: Sorry?

Ranboo: Well, if it’s work-related you’d obviously know what department this is. What department is this?

Tommy: *looks at Y/N* Some sort of homosexual department?

♥ ♥ ♥

Tubbo: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Ranboo: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Tommy: FLOOR IT!!

Tubbo: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Ranboo: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Tubbo: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FREAKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

[Y/N]: DO IT!

Ranboo: NO-

♥ ♥ ♥

[Y/N]: I give up. I am so tired.

Tommy: Get the emergency supply!

Ranboo: *carries Tubbo and places them in front of [Y/N]*

Tubbo: *smiles*

[Y/N]: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO!

♥ ♥ ♥

Tubbo: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

[Y/N], Tommy, & Ranboo: Okay.

Tubbo: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

[Y/N]: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Tommy: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Ranboo: Bold of you to assume I can die.

♥ ♥ ♥

Tommy: I’m gonna die alone.

[Y/N]: Tommy, you’re not gonna die alone.

Tommy: Tubbo, was my safety net, okay? He got married and now I have to get a snake.

Ranboo: Uh-huh. Why is that?

Tommy: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face.

Tommy: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man.

Tommy: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

♥ ♥ ♥

#mcyt #dream smp #bench trio #bench trio x reader #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit

[proxylynn]

Your Boyfriend: Stalk-home Syndrome (Day 7)

Chapter #7: BLACK FRIDAY RULE

[WARNING: Because the internet needs more romantic visual novels where you try to win the hearts of your senpai, right? WRONG! Your Boyfriend is a visual novel, yes. But this is anything but a love story. Your Boyfriend is a game where you deal with a man's unhealthy desire to have you, no matter who gets hurt. And he's not afraid to leave the body lying around for you to find either. Imagine a cat bringing you dead mice or birds to your doorstep, except he had brought the corpse of the person you talked to the other day. It's a choose your own adventure story, so be careful with how you react to those around you, especially towards him. This game deals with themes that might be disturbing for some audiences, such as murder, gore, drug use, kidnapping, non-consensual intimacy, strong language, and nudity.]

So what better thing to do than write fanfiction about it?! Enjoy my descent into madness. I regret nothing!! Sincerely with crazy sleepless love, your friendly neighborhood author, Lynn~♥

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[...Huh? Oh. I take it you're expecting some input. Nope. I already told you, Lynsie, I'm letting you play your game. You intrigued me. You fought hard for this route. Be a shame to stop you now. So...Yeah. Keep it up. It's interesting. But I wonder...How long can you keep the peace? How long before blood is spilled? How long can you delay the inevitable? Can you truly stop death?]

Heat...Raging intense fire...Burning...Hellish even...Consuming...Needing...Yearning...Craving more...

Sound...Faint whispers...Pleasant whimpers... Indistinguishable muttering...Garbled words...Pleading...

Strain...Stress...Pain...Sharp before swiftly dulling...Then it happens again...And again...And again...

I awaken with a hiss and things stop. My eyes adjust to the sights laden in their view as other senses connect to identify the weird shit they've been picking up. When clarity hits, I see Peter above me with only a slightly worried but mostly aroused blush on his face. One of my legs is being held back to the point my foot is at the headboard while the other is over his shoulder and sporting fresh bite marks. He's still in just his underwear, but his dick is out and pressed uncomfortably close to my clothed crotch.

"Morning, darling."

He nervously chuckles.

"W-Was I being too rough?"

I huff through my nose and eye him blankly.

"Couldn't wait to start your morning grind, huh?"

The pun gives him some relief that he's not in too much trouble.

"Heh...Sorry. Last night made my dreams a little risqué . Woke up with your new toy here wanting to make those dreams real. So I figured...Maybe I would stoke your fire with my morning wood~."

Damn...That was clever pun usage. Gotta give him a point there.

"That was bad. But original. Bravo."

"Heh, thanks. You're not mad though, right?"

"Honestly, no. I kinda figured this would be a thing once we got all out in the open. Frankly, I'm impressed you didn't wake me when you did all this."

"When it comes to you, darling, I am very careful. Plus...I know the limits of your body."

I look at him funny.

"I've seen you stretch after bad days and when bored. Do you happen to be double-jointed?"

"Maybe~."

He bites his lip with a cheeky smirk.

"Oh really?"

His hips buck and I gasp from the sudden jolt, making him lick his lips in satisfaction.

"Such a naughty girl~."

His hips resume the motion they were doing before I woke and my cheeks begin flushing.

"Things like that...Mmmmmm...Things like that drive me crazy...*shudder*"

He shuts his eyes and bites his lower lip, getting into the feeling of our friction.

"And the fact that you're letting me do this...*moan* Fuuuuuuuck...I'm so glad you're awake for this~."

Is this how he is when I take the pills?

"I can't...*groan* I can't tell you just how much...*shudder* hotter this is with you watching me~."

His pace picks up and his thrusting is with more force. The grind is starting to get to me.

"P-Peter..."

His eyes faintly open and then widen, seeing me reach up wanting to hold him.

"Kiss me."

He wastes no time in coming down to join our lips in tenderness, my legs are allowed to settle back down yet his hips never cease. It's all so gentle at first, then with increasing pressure between us, he evades my mouth with his skilled tongue as if he hadn't kissed me in years.

"Do you feel it too...*smooch* The same heat...*smooch* The need...?"

"If I didn't...*smooch* We wouldn't be doing this...*smooch* But we need to...*smooch* be quick..."

"Why? *smooch*"

"I still...*smooch* gotta work...*smooch*"

"Quit it...*smooch* You don't need it...*smooch* I'll take care of you..."

"I can't...*smooch* I won't use you..."

"Oh, please do...*smooch* You can use me to your heart’s content...*smooch* All that matters is that I'm with you, Lynsie...*smooch*"

"But..."

Everything has been paused between us.

"I live on my own, remember? Well...Maybe not truly alone, since, you know, I have Rat. But I don't have much in the way of bills. So, I can easily take care of the rent for you. Or better yet...You can move in with me."

He nearly purrs with such an adoring look on his face.

"I feel like we talked about this before."

"We did."

"Oh...Then I told you how I'm still under contract here. That's like five thousand dollars upfront. You can't possibly..."

He nuzzles my nose.

"Cute of you to assume I don't."

My eyes widen.

"You...You have that kind of money?"

"I do! Hence why I have my own house and don't need anyone to help with the mortgage. I'm pretty set. My credit history is especially great. If there's anything you want or a place you'd wish to go, I can do that for you."

He cups my face.

"I can and will do anything for you, my love. Money is not an issue. All you have to do is be mine."

I'd probably take this more seriously if his dick wasn't throbbing on me. Still, I give a soft smile.

"I know not what I did to deserve you or your love, but you have my eternal gratitude nonetheless."

He gives a small chuckle before planting a faint kiss on my forehead.

"I mean it, darling. Say the word, and we can live happily ever after."

Lord, he tempts me. Tempts me with everything and more. And I really want to give in. Yet...

"I'd want nothing more. But..."

"But?"

His tone is less than thrilled so I give sad puppy eyes.

"That's a big step, sweetie."

"So was leaving your family, going to college, and moving in with Lucy."

"That's different. I was getting away from something toxic. I was bettering myself. And I'm not in a relationship with her."

I hold his hands.

"I'm not saying no. Far from it. It's just...Give me a little time to make plans and whatnot, okay? It'll look weird to just quit my job and pack up all in one day."

He sighs.

"I hate it when you're right."

"Sorry."

"No...Don't be. You have a point. The less attention we get, the better. The last thing we need is cops busting our door down because they think I've abducted you or something wild like that."

That's weirdly specific.

"...You totally would steal me away right now if you could, huh?"

"Oh, I so would in a heartbeat."

What's sad is I know he isn't lying. Yet I end up giggling like it's a joke. Because...part of me is starting to find his yandere tendencies cute. ...I really need to get my head checked.

These thoughts are broken when he leans in and kisses me with more fervor than he had before. It feels like the nicest thing in the world and only he can give me such a feeling. My hands run slowly up his chest, skimming past his neck, and cradling the back of his head. He rumbles with a deep purr and his hips start going again. Heat, sweet delirious delicious heat is pooling, much like the wetness he's making atop me and between my legs. Moaning has our lips parting and his mouth finds my neck as his new target, kissing it thoroughly as one of his hands palms my heaving chest. I gasp as he sucks on a weak spot, I wriggle under him as he bites down in order to tease me further. Two can play that game. My hands wander down over his shoulders and around to his back, holding his body against mine before digging my nails in which makes him arch harshly. The loud lewd sound that leaves him stuns him for a moment, only reassured that it was fine by the dumb swooning face I'm making. He grins.

"You like it when I'm vocal, don't you?"

I dare not speak but my body language betrays me. Practically screaming "moaning turns me on".

"Don't be like that, darling."

He practically lays on me and has his mouth by my ear, leaving just enough space to do what he needs.

"If my love wishes to hear me sing..."

His tongue traces my neck before looping my ear.

"Then I'll gladly oblige~."

He nips my earlobe and I croon.

"You drive me crazy, naughty boy."

A gruff laugh hits me.

"Sanity is overrated, darling."

Teeth sink into my nap and the moan I make is shameless, spurring him on to suck more of these sounds out of me.

*beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep*

The alarm goes off and I nearly toss him off me to shut it off. My heart is racing now. Mostly out of panic at the thought of Lucy walking in and seeing us...seeing him like that...me...mine...he's...mine...

"Darling?'

I whip around too fast and almost fall back on my little bookcase.

"Whoa now. Be careful."

He gets up and comes over to my currently freaked-out self, lightly taking hold of my shoulders.

"Easy, darling, look at me. Breathe slow. Don't lose control."

I focus on his eyes, taking shaky breathes with unsettled lungs.

"Good girl. Keep going. In...out...in...out."

A small nervous giggle leaves me.

"*snicker* Are you helping me calm down or giving a sex tutorial?"

It takes a moment for him to get it but when he does he chuckles and presses his brow to mine.

"There's my darling. You must be feeling better to be making jokes."

"All thanks to you, sweetie."

"What happened? You don't normally trigger so easily."

I rather not think about it. Such weird thoughts. How did concern turn to something so...crazy?

"I...I don't know. I think I just panicked. I didn't want her to see us."

He gives a soft smirk before kissing me deeply.

"I love you, darling, so very much."

"I love you too."

"Get ready for work while you can. But do it slowly..."

His hands wander a bit.

"I still need your help~."

I shoo him off back to the bed and go about getting dressed...giving him a bit of a striptease so he can get his rocks off. Though I think the tipping point was when I opted to change my underwear and tossed them his way, I never heard the springs in my mattress make so much noise before. By the time I'm ready to step out to get Lucy he's panting for a much different reason. He's splayed out on his back, legs off the bed, mess on the floor and my previous undies just barely hanging on his slacken flesh rod. Such a very naughty boy.

"You alright, sweetie?"

A weary thumbs-up is his answer and it makes me giggle.

"Good. Today should be a half-day, so the break-date is gonna be combined into hangout time after work. You remember that, right?"

"The bar thing..."

He sounds tired again. It's cute.

"Yep. So if you have anything you need to do...?"

He makes himself sit up with a groan.

"Gotta head back to the house and take care of our baby girl. Clean her tank, make sure she's got fresh water and food. You know. Basic snake care."

"Such a good dad you are."

"I try."

I come over to him and kiss his head.

"Take some time to reenergize, okay? Three hours is a long drive. You can raid the fridge and use the shower while we're out. Lucy usually has coffee, so if you need a boost, I'll leave the pot on for you."

He grabs me, pulling me in for a quick hug, and nuzzles my waist.

"You're too good to me."

"You get what you give, dear. You're good to me, so I'm good to you in turn. That's how this whole couple's thing works."

He nuzzles me a bit more before letting me go.

"Have a good day, darling."

"You too, sweetie. Make sure to give Rat some love on my behalf. Oh! Send me pictures, please and thank you."

I take my leave and smell roasting bean water. Lucy must be up.

"Hey, Hun. Sure took your sweet time."

I shrug and go get my canned sugar syrup, hardcore apple today.

"Eh. You know how it is trying to wake up from something really good."

She shakes her head.

"You're unbelievable."

"What?"

"You're still with that twig? Even after what happened?"

I roll my eyes. Guess this is happening.

"Can we seriously not start the day like this? Because it's getting real fucking old how you always get on my ass, yet the moment I say anything about what you do, I'm the asshole."

"He went after Vio."

"I know. I was there. I stopped shit from getting worse. I negotiated the situation. Drop it."

"So you seriously feel safe with him?"

I growl lowly.

"Lucy...If you don't feel safe with Peter here, then why didn't you crash at Vio's?"

She glares.

"This is our place."

"No. This is MY place. I’m the principal tenant while you’re the subtenant. I've been paying solo for a shared unit since we signed up three months ago. Do you know how many times I've talked Don out of kicking you out? How many times I've considered letting him?"

Well, that can of worms just popped its top. The confused hurt coming to her hits hard.

"You...You were gonna kick me out?"

I facepalm.

"I didn't say that. I said I thought about it. You dumped everything on me with no explanation. The stress and fatigue were eating away at me. And then I'd come home to see you...either stoned off your ass or balls deep with some dude. Looking like you hadn't a care in the world 'cause you found the one dumb bitch broken enough to be the perfect doormat you could walk all over."

I rub my eyes feeling myself tear up from getting emotional. She frowns and holds my hand.

"Lynn, Hun, you know that isn't true. I would never use you."

"*sniffle* I know. That's why I never went past thinking about it. Because as much as you made me feel used...You also showed me that you cared. That you were my friend. You always made sure I was okay after taking my pills. You make sure I wake up on time in case I oversleep. You make sure to get on my case about not eating enough. You give me my space when I need to be alone. And even now, you're worried about me and my relationship."

I give her a hug much to her surprise.

"I like to think I've grown a lot from how I used to be. I had no trust in people and once I was wronged, I gave up trying on them. But that was the old Lynsie. She died when I left that old life. I know people are flawed. No one is perfect and that doesn't mean they aren't worth a chance. So I didn't give up on you. Even when it hurt, I believed in you."

I can feel her tremble and returns the hold.

"Thank you for proving me right. Took you long enough though."

She snickers.

"Sorry."

The hug ends.

"But you see what I mean, now? I know how this looks. You think I'm in danger. But I'm not. Peter would never hurt me. Sure, he's overprotective, a tad insecure, and it makes him overthink till jealousy clouds his judgment. But he knows that's wrong. He knows that it's bad and I disapprove. He's willing to work on it. And I'm willing to give him the chance. I'm not going to give up on him. So, please...Trust me."

She struggles to process my words. I can see the gears turn behind her eyes. But she doesn't fight this.

"You...*sigh* I trust you to know what you're doing. But even so...I'm still going to worry about you. Nothing you say will stop me from doing so."

I smile.

"I'll take that. Thanks, Lulu."

"Eh, don't thank me. You just let me know when stick-boy gets out of line. I'll kick his ass and put him in his place."

"*scoff* You think so?"

Peter leans out of the hall, thankfully wearing pants but shirtless. I don't miss the faint pink that colors Lucy's face...I don't like it.

"Now no fighting you two. Not so early. At least wait till noon to bicker."

"No bickering here, darling. Just was coming to get a drink only to hear about my 'ass being kicked' and being 'put in my place'."

Eyes are on Lucy and I really wish she'd quit gawking him. It's pissing me off.

"*gasp* Oh my god...Did...Did you two...Actually do it?"

Something in me is getting pissy about this.

"What does it matter if we did?"

The look on her face at my lack of denial is oddly satisfying. Peter comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me before kissing my cheek.

"Last night was magical, darling."

I'm glad to hear him go along with this.

"The fun this morning wasn't bad either, dearest."

I purposely crane my neck in such a way that it shows off the marks he made when I nuzzle him.

"Darling, you're going to be late if you dawdle for too long."

"Says the man that wanted me to stay home."

"Don't tease me, sun spot. I will drag you back to bed."

"Don't tempt me, love."

He purrs loudly while licking his toothy grin and Lucy pulls me away towards the door.

"Okay, gotta go. You two goobers can play after work."

I can't help the laugh as she drags me away. She's embarrassed and mocked me by flaunting her active sex life in my face, so this is a hilarious turnabout. She goes off on some "safe sex" rant that I feel she misses the irony in giving me and I pretty much ignore it all to text Peter.

{That was the funniest shit ever. OMG! Her face was priceless.}

*bzzt*

{Peter Pan: You surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to flaunt like that.}

{I didn't hear you telling her otherwise.}

{Peter Pan: We weren't telling any lies to correct. Last night was magic. And this morning was just as good. Can't wait to have real fun with you, darling. I still owe you a good time~.}

{Have we hit the sexting stage? 'Cause I think this is how that starts.}

{Peter Pan: Darling, if you start sexting me, even the tame stuff, I can't promise I won't send you pics and/or videos.}

{Oh my, such a naughty boy...Do it.}

{Peter Pan: ...Seriously?}

{You sound surprised? I've been holding back a lot of raunchy stuff because I didn't want you to think I was crass. I can be naughty when comfortable with someone I trust.}

{Peter Pan: I know you can be a little naughty. It's a turn-on ~.}

{Sweetie, I know everything I do turns you on. But if you wish, I will paint a sensual text story that will blow your mind.}

{Peter Pan: I don't know what's gotten into you...But I like it~.}

{I know what's getting into me...You~.}

{Peter Pan: ...I'm so hard right now.}

{...Really?}

The next text has an attachment. I tilt my phone so Lucy can't see...Open.

{Peter Pan: This is what you do to me~.}

It's his dick...Fully erect...Why can't I stop staring at it?! Wait...Is that my...?

{Where are you?}

{Peter Pan: Your room. Why?}

God dang it, my room is just gonna be full of his jiz. Maybe I can work something out.

{You said you were hard. So I figured I'll give you a mental image to enjoy as long as you clean the mess after.}

{Peter Pan: Deal.}

{Very well. Have fun with this...Me...French maid outfit...A black dress with white trim, full skirt just above knee length...White lace half-apron...A ruffled lace headpiece...Tight stockings...Black high heels...White and black lace garter...Choker necklace.}

{Peter Pan: ♥I LOVE YOU♥}

{I love you too, sweetie.}

I shouldn't indulge in such things like that with him. But knowing I'm making him feel that way and that feeling is only for me...It makes me want to do it. Him feeling good makes me feel good. And I like that. Lucy eventually catches on to things and I burst her bubble on my V-card still being intact. A good laugh is had between us there. Even more so when I tell her she gave me more of a "talk" than my own mother. Either way, the mood of the day is so much better than the frumpiness from before and we enter the diner practically beaming. Shame the same can't be said for TK, who isn't having a good time in the kitchen as the freezer is acting up. This happens randomly but never enough that the manager feels the need to call a repairman. There is a temporary fix we've figured yet god only knows how long it will keep working for and if it dies then not only will we close but all the food will be gone due to spoiling.

Here's hoping for a decent day.

…

Seems Lucy's luck did not favor us this day or maybe some deity thought it would be funny to bust our balls, because the thick track sweat pants wearing Karens swarmed like disgruntled hornets.

"This coffee doesn't have enough cream in it!"

The creamer is not added by the staff and YOU are the one that adds it to your cup, Karen!

"I'm vegan! I can't drink this, it has milk in it!"

We have soy and almond milk options, calm your tits, Karen!

"You said it would be ten minutes but you took fifteen!"

Bitch! There are ten other assholes like you hassling us and wasting our time! That's why the wait time is off the mark, Karen!

"The condition of your restroom is disgusting!"

That's 'cause you just shat all over the place like the entitled hog you are, Karen!

"My son asked for your phone number, you should give it and date my boy!"

You mentally challenged fuck-nut, not even a dead dog will dare go near your fermented afterbirth of a child that obviously hasn't showered in a month and complains he can't get laid on the internet while he jerks off to hentai, Karen!

"Wait a second! We're not done here! Don't you walk away from me!"

Fuck you, I have a job to do, and dealing with your bullshit isn't part of it, Karen!

I'm used to this shit, I can force a smile that puts the Joker to shame and it usually is unsettling enough to end whatever crap is happening. But Lucy...poor gal...By by the third bitch to get on her case she had to step out to calm down. This did not go over well with me and TK had to keep me leashed so I didn't rip some throats out. So...Being the devil on the side of good in this situation, I propose a little idea that makes TK smirk. All tickets now have a new TAX added. For every offense, be it to staff or business, we add $5 to the bill. Needless to say, this caused hornets to buzz about ready to sting.

"You can't do that!"

"That's illegal!"

"I want to speak to the manager!"

"I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

"Do it then!"

That simple give no shit response shuts them up.

"Go on! Do it! Call the cops! Tell them how you come in, abusive staff and services, then think you're going to get away with it. Put them on speaker. I want to hear them laugh at how you dare waste their time and then get fined $10k for misusing the emergency phone lines. Come on! Do it! Or you can act your age, pay your bills like the adults you are, and get the hell out where you can be the overgrown children elsewhere."

If they thought I would allow them to walk all over me, they had another thing coming. I don't care if they're mad. I don't care if this gets me fired. I'm tapping into my old "fuck the world" teen angst and that version of me is stubborn enough to not leave an open pool in a thunderstorm. Most can tell right away this is a fight they're not winning. Some still think they have a leg to stand on till TK makes it clear he's one number away from getting authorities and making the bluff that everything is on camera. A dangerous bluff to make since the boss is so cheap that there's not a single camera in the joint that isn't on a phone. Yet this bluff pays off. The stingers relent, money is paid, and the bitches leave vowing never to return. Good! They mean nothing in the business as a whole. Losing them as customers is not a loss at all.

"Damn, girl, remind me never to get on your bad side."

"That was nothing. They were lucky I kept my cool. Teen me was savage."

"You? Savage?"

"I'll put it this way...You know that cartoon MTV used to have called Daria?"

"Yeah?"

"That was my spirit animal."

They snicker holding their mouth to keep from laughing. Lucy comes back in, a tad confused by TK trying to not bust a gut and me proudly staring off like a dork.

"The hell did I miss?"

"You heard none of that from outside?"

"Screaming? I heard a lot of that."

"Lulu, my gal pal, ask giggles over there. I'm far too busy basking in the glow of power before it dies."

"...I'm surrounded by nerds."

She's not wrong. But with the Karens gone, she's able to resume things with our more chill customers and I can help out TK with other junk that needs doing.

*buzz*

My phone goes off while taking out some trash. I'm almost scared to check what it is considering I gave Peter the green light to send me pics and video. Don't tell me he got aroused again? Nervously, I check it...there's an attachment...I open it.

{Peter Pan: Baby says hi to mommy.}

"Awwwww!"

Rat is so cute! Her orange and white scales. Her little boop snoot. She is the best good noodle baby.

{Baby noodle is adorable! How old?}

*buzt*

{Peter Pan: She's one. Got her shortly after she hatched. With great care, she'll live 15 to 20 years.}

{And those will be a blessed 20 years.}

More pictures are sent. All are of Rat either on her own or with Peter. All are cute as hell.

"Beasty!"

I get spooked and end up juggling my phone to keep from dropping it. The sight makes Vio laugh.

"For fuck's sake, V, you scared the crap out of me."

He approaches.

"Why ya lurkin' back here, beasty? Ya skippin' work? Such a bad bitch ya are."

I punch his shoulder.

"Why are you stalking around, huh? Being a dick? Big dick energy you boasting there."

"That's suckin' talk. Ya gonna suck my big dick energy or not?"

"Oh, sorry, you're level isn't high enough to perform that action."

He gets me in a playful headlock and messes with my hair.

"That's my beasty. Not takin' any shit and being a nerd doing it."

He snatches my phone and I bark at him, it's not very effective.

"What's this? You and the freak bein' cute?"

"That is what couples do you know."

"...I don't think ya two know how this works. The snake he's supposed to send pics to ya of is the one-eyed pants viper."

I wriggle into a more comfortable hold, his arm now on my chest being smothered under my boobs.

"Are you saying you wanted him to send me a dick pic?"

"Hell nah! But a freak like him would so do it. Probably need to max the zoom on..."

The sudden silence gets to me. Then it hits me...He scrolled through the pictures.

"V?"

"Beasty...What the actual fuck am I looking at?"

"If it's what I think it is you're looking at...That's Peter's peter."

"I want ya to know somethin'...I'm disappointed in ya."

I huff with a blush.

"You just mad I saw his before I saw yours."

He tilts my head, checking out the marks on my neck.

"You're changin', beasty. And I don't like it."

I nab my phone back and put it away.

"You wouldn't be saying that if I was with you. So don't give me that crap."

"Still..."

"Still what?"

"...What we talkin' here? Size-wise I mean."

I look at him funny.

"Really?"

"What? It's a reasonable question. So spill it, ace-chick that's suddenly getting' d-pics."

"*sigh* He big."

"How big is big?"

I point to my forearm.

"What the fuck? Ya gotta be shittin' me."

I shake my head.

"Jesus Christ...That fucker is a freak in more ways than one."

"Don't be jelly."

"I ain't jelly."

"You sound mad jelly."

"Beasty, I will whip it out and show ya I got nothin' to be jelly about."

"No! Bad danger noodle! I no want the hurt juice."

"Noodle and hurt juice? Nah...Anaconda and squeeze~."

He grips me tight in a strong embrace.

"Ya got them nice buns, Hun~."

"My god...I now see what Lucy sees. We are so fucking cringe."

He licks my cheek and I squirm like a grossed-out child.

"Nooo! Bad snake-boy!

"But I thought you liked snakes~."

"Uh..."

We look at TK who is understandably uncomfortably confused.

"Everything okay out here?"

I want to be normal...but fuck that boring shit.

"TK, help! The anaconda knows I have buns!"

Vio throws his head back laughing but TK just looks at my stupid dramatic ass with zero fucks given.

"Nope. So much nope."

TK starts to leave.

"The buns, TK! The buns!"

"Don't make me get the hose!"

Vio perks up.

"Do it! Bring out Lulu too. We can get a wet t-shirt contest going."

There's a pause...A rather long one.

"Are you considering it?!"

TK shrugs with a smirk.

"I'm only human."

"I see my girls work for a man of culture."

"TK's non-binary."

"Oh, my bad. A person of culture."

"Eh, that works."

TK coughs into his hand to get our attention.

"Hot suggestions aside...Mind letting her go? She's still on the clock."

Vio lets me go but slaps my ass, earning him a rather harsh hiss from me. He just gives me one back playfully and TK has to pull me back inside seeing that this would literally go on forever if not stopped.

"I swear, girl, you attract the weirdest guys."

"Says the one that also is attracted to me."

"...But I don't identify as a guy."

"...You win this round cute green dude."

They blush.

"You think I'm cute?"

I blush.

"I mean...Yeah."

Awkward pause time.

"...I made things weird, didn't I?"

"No! No, you're fine. We...We both know we have feelings and that's okay."

"Is it? I mean, I don't want to seem like I'm leading you on or giving false hope."

"You're not. I swear you're not. Please don't start to beat yourself up."

I pout not knowing what to say. They pat my head.

"Come on, don't be that way. I'll fail as a bestie if I make you sad."

I pull them into a hug.

"Lynsie?"

This deep feeling in me squeezes my heart, it hurts so bad.

"*whimper* I'm sorry."

They return the hug, embracing me tight and nuzzling against my cheek. It feels as though something needs to be said. But no words are spoken. We just hold each other till Lucy rings the order bell to get our attention. We resume work once more. I don't know about TK, but there's a heaviness I can't shake. I don't understand why, but it feels familiar. Yet I don't get to think too long about it. Between customers starting to pour in, Vio now sitting inside to goof around with us, and the random glimpses of who I think is Cindy from time to time, any weird feelings I have don't get to linger before another takes its place.

…

Alisha and Kit-Cat run late for the evening shift so we end up staying an extra two painfully long hours. But after such an agonizing day it's finally time to head home. Dear God why was it so chaotic? Why did it feel like I was being watched for nearly the entire shift? Argh! My head is pounding and making it difficult to move around. I have to be guided to TK's car and curl into myself in the backseat. Vio sits with me as Lucy takes shotgun. The question of if I'm okay to go out pops up to which I admittedly hold firm on not backing out of. Headache or no headache, I need this night out. I need to destress. I want a normal night where I can be as stupid as I know I am and forget I'm crumbling under mental sadness that never goes away no matter how happy I am. Lord, depression and random insomnia suck. Peter helps in his own way. Sure he adds untold insanity the likes of which I have to matrix my mind around, but he helps me sleep and I haven't had an episode since he's been with me. He's a sweet kind of drug, clearly bad for me but beneficially good in other ways.

When we get to the complex, the guys have to help me up the stairs while Lucy gets the door.

"How the hell are you in here?"

Based on that reaction, Peter's inside.

"She lent me her key. What's wrong with her?"

A lie, but a very believable one.

"Head hurts."

Familiar by now hands hold my sides and lift me to be held to his chest like a parent holding their small kid.

"Poor, darling. When was the last time you ate?"

"I'll eat at the bar. I just need aspirin."

Peter grumbles at the others.

"Don't be like that. She's as stubborn as a mule."

I growl.

"You are stubborn when you refuse to stop eating hot wings when they are burning a hole in your ass. I am stubborn when I know my limits and can easily deal with it. We are not the same."

Vio slaps the back of my head and I snarl.

"Don't make it worse!"

TK defends though Vio rolls his eyes. Peter starts to carry me towards my room till Lucy approaches with pills and water. At least she's helping, nasty pills won't kick in for at least twenty minutes and will drive me nuts. Stroking on my back has me purr and Peter resumes to take me to my room. He sits me on the bed before shutting the door.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

I look at him funny and he pokes my nose.

"You're not taking care of yourself. At this rate, I'll need to be at your side 24/7 just to make sure you remember to breathe."

I snicker.

"You say that like you wouldn't want to do that normally."

He doesn't look amused and folds his arms, I shrink a little.

"I'm not trying to. I just get so lost in taking care of everyone and things around me that I forget to do so for myself."

He sighs.

"You're too nice for your own good."

"Sorry."

He pats my head.

"I'll be taking extra care of you tonight."

"Okay."

"Do you want me to help you change?"

"I can still do that. But if you want...You can pick the clothes."

He smiles and digs around in my drawers as I pick myself apart. He picks some jeans and an old shirt I haven't worn in some time that ends up tight on the chest...I wonder how he figured this out. We head out to meet up with TK and head out.

"You feeling better?"

"A little. I can make the walk. But I'll be super with some soda and mozzarella sticks."

"You can have all you want, darling. I've got you covered."

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Hold up..."

Vio chimes in.

"He's goin’ with ya too?"

I look at TK and Peter.

"Yeah. So?"

He eyes my companions and sneers.

"I'm comin’ with."

This surprises most of us. Peter merely glares.

"But I thought we could, I don't know, Netflix and chill?"

Lucy tries to sway things her way.

"We can still do that. I got time for both my girls. But do ya really think she's in good hands?"

Okay...rude.

"Brave of you to say that when I'm right here."

"Oh, I want ya to hear me."

"Okay, time out!"

I snap.

"This is a no stress night to relax. We leave this petty bull crap at the door. Which means..."

I point at Vio.

"If you're tagging along, you don't fuck with Peter."

I point at Peter.

"And you don't let Vio get to you. Remember our talk last night? Where is my heart, Peter?"

He holds my hand.

"In my hands."

I smile.

"Good. And you..."

I point at TK.

"You're doing fantastic, keep it up."

TK, who was starting to second guess this a little bit, smiles in victory at the praise.

"So with that out of the way...Let's kill any credible social standing we have by legally reverting to childhood."

Thus, this strange party of crazy random adventurers heads off to the pub for an evening of foolhardy merriment and childish debauchery. Hmmm...That makes me wonder what kind of classes we'd actually be if this was a D&D campaign. TK strikes me as something of a cleric or some kind of support role. Vio is so a bard and would abuse his high charisma stat. Peter...Maybe mage or rouge? Hard to pin him down. Me...I tend to favor tank characters so maybe a knight or paladin. Should I write a fic like that? Oh, I'm so putting that in my story ideas bank.

It isn't long till we reach AFKB. Gotta love a place with a sense of humor that caters to their crowd...AFKB...Away From Keyboard Bar. The smell that hits when we enter is a mix of smoke, drink, and fried foods. It's a weird mix that triggers all sorts of memories even in the most burned-out minds. I grab us a booth and Peter is quick to snag the seat next to me, TK sits across with Vio opposite of Peter.

"Heh...So what do you guys feel like doing?"

"You."

Vio teases and is met by Peter snarling.

"You and everyone else at this table. Now stop being an ass."

"Just being honest."

"Get anymore honest and I'll..."

I put my hand on Peter's thigh and he freezes.

"Easy now, sweetie. V gets his kicks getting under people's skin."

Vio winks and blows a kiss. Peter tenses up so I rub his thigh till I feel him relax.

"You hitting the DDR, TK?"

I change the subject to get things okay again.

"You know it. Been wanting to bust a move for ages. You?"

"Gonna hit the hunting shooters and try to beat my high score."

"Didn't figure ya for a huntin' gal, beasty."

"Arcade hunting shooters are a great way to hone your accuracy. That and I can't harm a real animal."

"So you'd just let yourself be mauled?"

"I said I can't bring myself to 'harm' an animal. Said nothing about keeping my ass or others alive. My old kitty knew that when I forced that pitbull's mouth open. No one, not even big end your life doggos, is allowed to fuck with my kitty cat."

"...What happened to the cat?"

"He lived. He was a tough kitty. But by the time I set up to move, I couldn't find him. *sniffling* I don't know what happened to my baby."

Peter pulls me close so my head rests on his shoulder.

"Shhhh...It's okay, darling. Would a soda make you feel better?"

"...Yes, please."

He kisses my forehead and departs from the table to hit the bar.

"You took on a pitbull?"

"Yeah...Still have no fucking clue why it then lived with us for a year. *scoff* Fucking stupid family bullshit...*grumbling*"

"Your fam really did a number on ya, huh?"

"You have no idea...Nothing makes you resent everything more than when your insomnia keeps you up for four days and when you finally get some much-needed sleep, you're woken up early by your shitty sister and her friends toking up blunts like they were hanging with Snoop Dogg. These stoner raccoon eyes are permanent at this point. And I'm the only one that didn't do any drugs."

My head hits the table with a loud thud. TK strokes my hair as Vio snickers.

"Poor innocent beasty. Life dealt ya such a shitty hand."

"Shitty hand? Bro, my hand is full of Aces."

He looks at me funny but TK chuckles, they get my terrible humor too well sometimes.

"Eh, fuck it. This is a chill night. I'm not gonna think about heavy or stupid shit."

"That's the spirit."

"I'm gonna shoot a deer in the face!"

"Maybe tone it down a little?"

"I'm gonna shoot a digital deer in the face!"

"Go ape-shit, beasty!"

"Fuck yeah!"

I leave the booth for the arcade.

"You are a terrible influence."

"Lighten up, beanie baby. It's party time."

…

To say we don't act like idiots would only be half true. TK and I keep things fairly chill. I mean, they go hard on the DDR machine, taking up both spaces and doing hand tricks. Honestly, I think some passersby recorded it on their phones and might make them internet famous for a bit. I get sucked into my hunting, taunted by this one level due to the females shielding the males and giving me the most microscopic free space to shoot in. But I'll be damned if I let that stop me! Peter was with me, feeding me pretzels and sharing a soda. But Vio challenged him to some air hockey and after some choice words, that's become a very heated thing. Thankfully, the table has a cover or the puck would be flying into stuff based on how hard they're hitting it. Frustration, and my inner cheapskate, eventually call it quits to the shooter. Though I did beat my old score, it still isn't in the top ten listings, barely creeping over into the teens. Oh well...Time to get lost I suppose.

Karaoke isn't my thing. I can't perform while people watch. Hell, the only reason I did chorus in school was because it was a group thing and I could hide. But it's something I enjoy and it makes me feel good. So how do I do it here when stage fright hits? I shut my eyes and zone out in whatever weird thing my mind makes in the darkness behind my lids. But what to sing? There's an endless list to pull from. Oh! They have Nightwish on here. Okay, vocal cords, prepare to shred doing two vastly different tones.

"♪I wish I had an angel. For one moment of love. I wish I had your angel tonight...!♫"

The symphonic metal really kicks in and I push all thought of others being in the room into the void.

"♪Deep into a dying day. I took a step outside an innocent heart. Prepare to hate me fall when I may. This night will hurt you like never before. Old loves they die hard...Old lies they die harder. I wish I had an angel! For one moment of love! I wish I had your angel! Your Virgin Mary undone! I'm in love with my lust! Burning angel wings to dust! I wish I had your angel tonight...!♫"

Man, this is gonna be painful later. Switching between a soft lady, raging man, and then trying to mix both so quickly is tricky...But that's how I kill time in the shower. Singing to myself like nobody's there.

"♪I'm going down so frail 'n cruel. Drunken disguise changes all the rules. Old loves they die hard...Old lies they die harder. I wish I had an angel! For one moment of love! I wish I had your angel! Your Virgin Mary undone! I'm in love with my lust! Burning angel wings to dust! I wish I had your angel tonight...!♫"

Okay...Get ready...The screaming bit is coming and it bleeds into operatic vocals...Remember to breathe!

"♪Greatest thrill! Not to kill! But to have the prize of the night! Hypocrite! Wannabe friend! 13th disciple who betrayed me for nothing! Last dance, first kiss. Your touch my bliss. Beauty always comes with dark thoughts...♫"

Now bring it home and ignore the moaning in the background of the music!

"♪I wish I had an angel! For one moment of love! I wish I had your angel! Your Virgin Mary undone! I'm in love with my lust! Burning angel wings to dust! I wish I had your angel tonight...! I wish I had an angel! I wish I had an angel! I wish I had an angel! I wish I had an angel!♫"

The music dies and I hesitantly open my eyes...Only to meet with Peter standing right in front of me. My heart dive-bombs into my guts and the urge to scream fails to register.

"That was incredible!"

Praise, something I'm not used to and it slightly makes me uncomfortably want more. I'm messed up.

"T-Thanks...How long were you...?"

"Shortly after you started. Will you sing more?"

The fear I've been suppressing floods in and I shake my head hard enough to have the world spin.

"Ah, pretty please? You're always so happy when you sing."

I shake my head again.

"Ya spooked her."

Vio chides.

"She's kinda like a deer like that. Easily scared off when noticed on the spot."

TK adds and Peter pouts.

"So...No more?"

I rub my arm sheepishly.

"Maybe later."

He cups my face.

"Would it help if I sang to you?"

I shrug. I don't know if it'll help. No one's done that for me before. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek before shooing me away and I feel odd rejoining the others.

"What's with that face? You look sick."

"Nervous he's gonna sing a cheesy love song I bet."

Kind of? I mean, Peter is okay at singing. He's not tone deaf but he's not going to impress anyone either. Though I like his voice. Yet now that I think about it, what would he sing? Would it be something sweet or something...

The beat hits my ears and I die inside. He picked that song?!

Horror is smacked across my face. Vio recognizes the song, thinking Peter is either brave or stupid to pick it. TK has no clue. Oh, to be that pure and innocent...To not know "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails.

"♪You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you. Help me; I broke apart my insides. Help me; I've got no soul to sell. Help me; the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal! I wanna feel you from the inside! I wanna fuck you like an animal! My whole existence is flawed! You get me closer to God!♫"

TK can't believe what they're hearing. I have no idea whether I should commend the gall he has or let my soul leave this realm to avoid the embarrassment I'm sinking in. And Vio...Vio's trying not to piss himself in laughter. Either way, Peter sticks to his guns and keeps singing.

"♪You can have my isolation. You can have the hate that it brings. You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything. Help me; tear down my reason. Help me; it's your sex I can smell. Help me; you make me perfect. Help me become somebody else. I wanna fuck you like an animal! I wanna feel you from the inside! I wanna fuck you like an animal! My whole existence is flawed! You get me closer to God!♫"

There's like a solid two minutes long instrumental breaking the lyrics up and all Peter does is stare at me. There's no fear. No shame. No embarrassment. All I see in his eyes is the drive to make a point. And honestly...It's working. I can't look away. I want to hear him continue.

"♪Through every forest, above the trees. Within my stomach, scraped off my knees. I drink the honey inside your hive. You are the reason I stay alive.♫"

He whispers those last lines and my body trembles. The rest of the song is just instrumental so he abandons the microphone and walks right up to me. He ignores the world and others, his focus is just me. Things go dark for a moment as time stopped for me. But when it resumes, I come to the realization I'm in a dip and being deeply kissed. My heavily fried brain is struggling to process this. I'm about to put my arms around him when different hands break us apart. I'm left holding onto TK till I remember how my legs work.

"The hell is your deal?"

Peter merely smirks at the pissed-off Vio.

"What's the matter? Never seen real lovers kiss?"

All I can picture in my head is Vio as a cobra and Peter as a mongoose yet sizing up like a JoJo anime. Fuck, I need to write this shit down.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Might need to sit for a moment. Dude gave me the limp noodle legs."

"From just a kiss?"

"My dude, have you seen his tongue?"

"It can't be that great."

I whistle and Peter turns his head like a good boy.

"Show me that tongue, sweetness."

Peter sticks some of it out.

"More! I know you're holding back."

He blushes a bit but he puts out more...it's at his chest and they are just staring.

"That...That's the reason I'm left breathless."

"No lie...Nice."

"I know!"

Peter's ego is being stroked to new levels. Vio takes offense.

"Ya call that a tongue?!"

Vio sticks his out, long, forked, and pierced with two ball studs. TK looks at me.

"What do you think?"

I shrug.

"The hell do you think I'm gonna say? You're asking me to judge cake based on looks and not taste."

Vio smirks.

"Then come get a taste, beasty~."

Peter glares.

"The hell she will!"

I look at TK.

"You know damn well they are moments away from pulling their dicks out and making this a literal cock-fight."

They are on the brink of laughing.

"...Kinky."

I drag TK back to the booth before shit escalates. The lack of viewers, or wanted viewers, has the two overcompensating bad boys rushing to claim the coveted spot beside me...Peter gets it but because he tackle charges Vio and throws himself at the table to force TK away. I can't help the laugh and put my arm around him. A grumpy ticked-off Vio joins us and kicks me under the table.

"Why so pissy, V?"

"I ain't pissy."

"You sound pissy."

"No one asked ya, beanie baby!"

"Sounds like someone needs to get laid."

"Or hammered."

Peter flags a server.

"Okay my dudes, I'm the designated walker. So feel free to drink as long as you're good being snoozing back at my place."

"Ah, come on, beasty. Ya can try one hard shot."

"No thanks. I'm good."

"She doesn't drink."

"What about you, stick?"

Peter wriggles his hand in an iffy way.

"Depends on the drink. The taste isn't as good as was when sneaking it as a teen. Maybe a mixed drink. Something diluted but with flavor."

I rub his back.

"You just make your teen years sound so mysterious and tantalizing. I so wanna pick your brain."

"Darling, you'll have to get me pretty drunk for me to spill any dirt about that."

"Sounds like a challenge. We could make it a game."

"I think I know where this is going."

TK stretches as the server comes to the booth for the start of something nuts.

…

A questionable game of "Never Have I Ever" is played between us. I have soda, Peter's got rum and coke, TK basic beer, and Vio's got himself tequila. It's a very unfair game, considering all the drinks differ in strength, but then again so do the drinker's tolerance levels. I can't imagine what a drunk me is like. But what do I know? I'm loosening up just by being around then, so I'm drunk by association after an hour into the game.

"Okay...Okay...Never have I ever told a lie to my parents that put blame on my siblings."

Says TK. The three of us take a drink.

"Never have I ever...Got a tattoo that wasn't temporary."

I say. TK and Vio drink.

"Never have I ever gone skinny dipping."

Peter says. Vio drinks.

"Never have I ever been hospitalized for something other than being born."

Vio says. Peter drinks.

"And what was that about?"

"Eh, dumb kid stuff. Played too hard. Dumber teen stuff. Some rough fights here and there."

Makes sense.

"Your turn, TK."

"Okay. Um...Never have I ever slept with a co-worker...but I wanted to."

Oh, someone's getting tipsy. Peter glares. No one drinks.

"Oh, so we stepping up to dirty stuff?"

TK shrugs.

"I mean, I'm cool if you are."

There are no objections from the others.

"Very well. Might as well get the big one out of the way...Never have I ever had an orgasm."

Some uncomfortable noises come from my buddies, but the three of them take their shot.

"Lucky. Must be nice being able to rub one out with ease."

"I know you're Ace, but you've never...You know...?"

TK can't bring themselves to finish.

"Masturbate? I have a low sex drive, that doesn't mean I don't get in the mood. But to answer you, not often. Hard to want to when you end up more miserable after."

"You can't be..."

"Three hours. After trying for three straight hours, the only thing I brought myself was to tears. So don't tell me I'm exaggerating or doing it wrong. It only dumps more salt in the wound of how pathetic it is that I can't even make myself feel good."

Awkward silence permeates the booth. I've shared too much. Peter leans in by my ear and whispers.

"That was very hard to share, wasn't it?"

I avert my eyes to my bubbling glass. A small kiss to my ear is felt.

"No more secrets..."

I look at him as he swirls his glass.

"Never have I ever had sex."

Glasses nearly fall from Peter's admittance.

"Wait...Wait...Hold up. Hold the fuck up! Beasty, I get. But you?"

"Are you Ace too?"

Peter shakes his head.

"No, I'm Pan."

They just look at him funny.

"So you're Pan, over six feet, got a stupidly long as hell tongue, and a huge cock. How the fuck have ya not gotten laid?"

That gets the table blushing. Peter then looks at me and I shrink a little.

"He swiped my phone earlier and saw the pic you sent me. Sorry, sweetie."

Peter pats my head in understanding.

"Wait, you got a dick pic?!"

I try to hide my blush so Peter gets attention back on him.

"While all of that is true, the reason to why I haven't gotten laid yet is simple. I hate people."

Well, that was blunt.

"In fact, the only reason I'm here right now, tolerating your shit, is because of her."

His patting hand travels down to cup my chin and makes me look at him.

"The one person on this miserable rock that understands me and can make me feel alive. My darling."

I can hear my heart drumming in my ears.

"I will do anything for you. Even if I hate it. I'll do it just to see you smile. You know that, right?"

"I do. But I'd rather not make you do something you hate."

He purrs loudly, leaning in with a hungry look in his eyes.

"So selfless. It makes me want you more~."

A cough breaks his attention and earns the others his deadly scowl.

"We're still playing a game here, stick."

"Then why haven't you drank yet, dickhead? No one here believes you're a virgin. Maybe TK, but not you."

"Hey! All have you know I'm not one."

"No one cares, beanie baby."

"Quit being a dick. Take your shot and say your 'never did' thing, V."

Vio grumbles and does so. TK follows suit.

"Never have I ever wanted to punch someone more than your boyfriend."

I glare at the company across from me.

"My, these friends of yours are so hostel, darling."

I want to scream. I want to leave. I want to give up.

"One night...I just wanted one fucking night..."

I feel the urge to hit something stirs.

"Lynn, are you..."

"Don't...Don’t ask me if I'm okay. I don't want to hear fake sympathy."

I don't like giving TK attitude, but I'm in no mood to be nice.

"It's not fake."

"I said, I don't want to hear it."

My hands are clawing out of frustration. Peter attempts to hold my hands to stop this and I flinch away from him much to the surprise of all.

"Darling?"

"Let me up."

"Lynsie..."

"Let me leave this table please."

Peter is hesitant but complies, letting me get out of the booth, and then holds me to him for a moment.

"It's going to be okay. I promise."

I just pat his back and he lets me walk away. I exit the bar and head into the dark cover of the ally behind it, arguably the stupidest and most "come fuck me up" place to go. But I don't want to be seen and doing any of this in the bathroom would raise some alarm or whatever. I tuck myself away and crumble. Nails digging into my arms and just ruining my throat by roaring as harshly as I can into the night. All I wanted was one night...One night of normalcy to decompress and forget my woes...Was that too much?

Inside the bar...A different scene unfolds.

Peter returns to his seat and stares down the other two with a disturbing smile. Vio takes a rather long drink before the unsettling sight warrants speaking about.

"The fuck ya smilin' for, stick?"

"Oh, this? I'm smiling because you're making this so much easier for me."

The shift in his tone gets attention.

"Don't get me wrong. You've upset my love and no doubt she's at this moment hurting herself so she doesn't lash out at anyone. Unfortunately for you two...I don't have that concern. I have no problem hurting people. Especially people that upset my darling."

TK's eyes widen but Vio merely sneers as Peter continues.

"So we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way, you leave and never bother to show your face to my darling again. Or the hard way, you ignore the option where you had a choice in the matter and I make sure they never find your bodies."

TK chokes on his drink. Vio folds his arms.

"Ya don't scare me, freak. What toy did you bring to the party this time?"

Peter reaches into his vest and discretely shows his butterfly knife.

"She gave it back to you?"

"No. But she'd give it back if I asked."

"Then I should make this clear..."

Vio slides from his pants pocket a small handgun, just enough to be seen by those at the table.

"Come at me again and your next date will be at the morgue."

TK realizes they are way in over their head being here.

"Jesus...What the hell is wrong with the both of you?"

The bigger boys ignore the remark.

"Ya can't possibly think she's happy with ya."

"Funny. I was about to ask how you think you'd make her happy. What with you banging her roommate and all."

That makes Vio flinch.

"Oh, you didn't think I knew that detail, Mr. study partner? Then you don't understand what real love is. Because real love is knowing everything about your partner. Knowing what they like and what they don't. Knowing what their blood type is or if they have allergies in case of emergencies. Knowing the names of all their friends. Knowing where they live. Knowing their flaws. And not making false claims of love while fucking someone else."

A chill passes by the table.

"I...I knew Lucy before her and it's not like we're an item. We're just friends with benefits."

"So you think that's okay? Using one to get to the other? Don't think for a moment she'd ever find that okay. Lynsie is not a toy. You can't just have her because you're done playing with Lucy."

"Me fuckin’ Lucy has nothin’ to do with my feelin’s!"

"Do you think about her when you're with Lucy?"

Vio bites his tongue, stopping whatever he was going to say.

"Did you ever say her name when you’re balls deep in that whore?"

Peter asks with a growl starting to grow in his voice.

"H-Hey, let's calm down."

Peter's growl tempters out into mock chuckling.

"Oh, innocent little TK...Trying to be the voice of reason as if you have a voice in anything."

They get flustered.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Face it, TK. You're just the 'friend'. You're not getting farther than that. And while that sucks for you, think of it this way...That lowers your odds of me gutting you like a fish. So think about that and maybe keep your mouth shut. You don't want to be on my shit list."

Peter sips his drink.

"We'll tell her. We'll tell her everything."

This earns a chuckle.

"Be my guest. Ours is a very open and honest relationship. I tell her everything and she does the same. Do you think you can threaten our love by telling her something she already knows?"

"...You're lying."

"Why would I lie about that?"

"To bluff us into shutting up."

"But I'm not bluffing."

Peter drinks unphased while the others are unnerved. Long silence and eerie drinking are all that's heard aside from the background music. The tension only gets worse when there's sudden action. Peter's eyes dart to each and every movement made. His stare keeping them there in their seats.

But that was how things were till she came back.

I shamble my way back to the bar's door. My throat is dry and sore. My eyes and arms sting, for different reasons, some of the welts started to bleed lightly and tears began to burn after five minutes. I want hugs now. I do what I can to ignore the staff voicing concern. I just go straight to Peter who was already standing by the time I get there. He hesitantly skims his hand on my arm.

"Tell me what you need."

Throat's too dry to speak. I just lean on him and he holds me tight.

"Do you want to go home?"

I shake my head.

"Darling..."

I don't want to fight. I wrap my arms around him, lift him up for a quick turn, put him down, and sit down. I resume drinking and notice the looks I'm getting.

"*sigh* What happened?"

TK and Vio point to Peter as he sits with me again.

"Sweetie...Might be a little late to ask this, but...What kind of drunk are you?"

He smiles and holds his glass.

"I'm honest and don't know when to shut up. Why?"

I look back at the pair. I don't have to bother guessing.

"He threatened your lives, didn't he?"

At this point, I've lost all the fucks I could give. I feel like shit, so nice girl Lynn is gone for now.

"Girl, he has a knife and basically said we need to leave you alone!"

TK blurts at a low volume.

I look back at Peter.

"You took the knife out of my drawer?"

"Sorry, love. I should've asked first."

"Yeah, you should've. No fun tonight."

He pouts.

"B-But..."

"We talked about this. You behave and get fun times. You act up and no get fun times."

He just looks down and whimpers a little, making me hold his hand in comfort. This wasn't the response the other two expected.

"So...We still playing?"

They don't speak...But Peter does.

"Never have I ever had a friend with benefits."

Vio glares in his drink.

"You know, I never understood how that works. You're friends. You're horny. You trust each other enough to be horny together. But it's not a relationship? Makes no sense to me."

"Don't know, darling. Sounds like a relationship to me."

Peter drives that last part hard and I can see color come to Vio's annoyed face.

"Lynsie..."

TK gets my attention.

"Are you okay?"

"You'll need to be more specific."

"Is this really what you want? A psychotic creep of a boyfriend that wants to kill anyone close to you?"

Peter leers for me.

"They don't seem to understand our love, darling."

"To be fair, the majority wouldn't."

"Don't play dumb, beasty. Ya don't need to suffer."

"Who said I was suffering? One person's toxic relationship is someone else's loving romance."

"But you ARE in a toxic relationship."

I know nothing I say will change their minds. I sigh and finish off my cola.

"Just...Forget it."

"You can't just say forget it."

"I can and I am. I know how it looks. I know this isn't normal. But stop digging and accept it. Accept this is MY choice. MY life. And I am happy. HE makes me happy. Yes, he's possessive. I don't care. I like it. I like that he cares that much. So stop thinking that pointing sketchy shit out will get me to change my mind and suddenly be with any of you."

I point shakily at them.

"TK, you're amazing and you always have my back. You will make someone a great partner. But please, I'm uncomfortable with the work situation, making me leave Peter isn't going to magically fix that."

They frown.

"And V...Where do I even start with you? You're always with Lucy. You never came across as wanting more from me. And I didn't even know you were locked up. I could've helped out. Instead, Lucy tells me nothing and I end up struggling. Then you come back suddenly wanting more and still you banging Lucy. Do you think I don't know what 'Netflix and Chill' is? Just fucking be honest with someone."

He shrinks in his seat, downing his drink in loathing. I hold my head, the pain beginning to come back. Peter puts his hand on my thigh.

"You alright?"

"Headache's coming back. I need my pills."

He pats my leg.

"I'll get you something to snack on and take you home. You need rest."

I want to stay out. But that this point...

"Fine. This night is a bust anyway."

I don't care enough to try anymore. Peter heads over to the bar and the three of us wallow in hell this turned out to be. All I wanted was to be with my friends. Instead, it was accusations and interrogations.

By the time we leave, I just want to curl into bed and die. Peter seems content with whatever victory he scored, keeping his hands me and muttering his usual dirty talk as I try to eat the hot dogs he got me. Really hard not to laugh when there's food in my mouth and he's going off in my ear about how he's getting a read on how far he'll be by comparison. This boy is gonna make me lose my mind! The others lurk behind, trailing like weak shadows and I have to keep looking back to make sure they're there. Seeing them look so defeated hurts. I want to make them happy again...But I don't think I can. I never could.

…

"Well...You guys look like you had fun."

I don't know if Lucy is mocking or concerned when we come back to the apartment. All I know is Peter's the only one in a good mood.

"Don't ask."

I make a beeline for the meds. As I take the pain killers I ponder if this is a night I should take the knockout pills Peter's been supplying me with. Lord, I'm tempted. Tempted to just grab a palm-full and sleep everything away. No more troubles then. Just shut my eyes and then...nothing. But no. Those are bad thoughts. I don't listen to those thoughts. Not anymore. I'm too afraid to. I don't have the nerve like I used to as a kid. Besides...I...I can't leave him...I can't leave Peter all alone. That would be cruel. I also take some time to clean my scratches and wrap them up. Might look wonky but it's safer this way.

I come back to the living room and only find Peter.

"Where'd everyone go?"

He just points to Lucy's room.

"Even TK?"

"Lucy mentioned something about helping them relax, so..."

I sigh and flop on the couch. Peter joins me, crouching down so he's face level with me.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"...No. Just...disappointed how things went is all."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For ruining your night."

"Sweetie...No, you did no such thing."

"That's not how they made it seem."

I sit up and pull him close, smothering him to my chest.

"I don't know what you dudes talked about when I was gone, but forget it. They don't have ANY impact on our bond. All they have are words. And words won't sway me from you."

His hands come around to hold my back.

"They may not sway you, but they burn me like acid. I can't stand to hear them say how we shouldn't be together. How we are wrong. How loving you is wrong. I just want to make them shut up...permanently."

I rub the back of his head.

"I know you do, sweetie. But you can't do that."

"Why not? Other than it being frowned upon."

"This is so not a talk I want to go over right now."

"Think about it...It's okay if you have to kill when you're in danger. It's self-defense. They're threatening the life of our happiness. That means it's okay."

"That doesn't qualify for justifiable homicide, dear. Maybe heat of passion manslaughter though."

"Who said I'd get caught and go to court for it?"

I lean back and look him in the eyes.

"Okay, I'll be blunt. If you kill any of the people in my life...We will never have sex."

There's the panic look that comes from such a threat.

"B-But...I just want to protect you."

I cup his face and kiss him gently.

"I love you, Peter."

"I love you, Lynsie."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Then trust me when I tell you, you can protect me without killing anyone."

He looks at me blankly.

"You don't know that. What if something happens...Someone that won't stop till you're dead."

I huff.

"Then you have my blessing to end the stupid prick. But only if they are that high level of a threat."

He smirks.

"See? I knew you'd find a way to make it reasonable."

"...You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

"All the more of me for you to love."

I blow a raspberry on his head to make him laugh and distract his crazy thoughts.

"You still want me to sing for you?"

His face lights up.

"Yes!"

"Okay. Go to my room and pick some songs. I'll be there in a moment. Gonna grab us some drinks."

He scampers off and I take the time to unwind. I feel so wound up. I just want to cry again.

*creak-creak*

That...That came from the upper floor. But Peter's down here. I get a bad feeling. The sudden urge to get Peter is overruled by urgency and my stupid stubbornness. I grab the "in case of emergency bat" and creep my way to the next level of the building. I'll give some credit to the builders, they didn't finish but they made things very soundproof, I can't hear the other tenants. Makes things easier to listen for a random sound. I follow the doors and reach the one that lines up being above mine...The door is ajar.

My grip on the bat tightens as I slowly make enough space to slip inside. The lights are off, the only illumination being from the streetlights outside coming in from the windows. The layout is fairly familiar. Helps when looking around. There's very little trace of anything here. That's some good news.

*creak*

That's much louder and the maker knows about it since the sound seemed to cut out as if they moved quickly to stop it. It's gotta be the bedrooms. My nerves get on alert. My breathing is kept decently calm. I approach with caution and drive. I can't go at this relaxed. I have a weapon. I must be ready to strike at the slightest sense of danger. For all I know, this is a real rat or other animals. Worst-case scenario, it's a person and I have to fend off an intruder. Worse worst-case, it's Don and I have a lot of explaining to do. The room above Lucy's is still shut but I listen just to be safe...Nothing.

*click*

A flash of light from under a door...The room above mine. Sounded like a camera. Now it's serious time. Tip toeing is unnerving. I'm about to bust some random soul that has made a terrible choice in places to break in.

*click*

Another flash happens as I reach the door. Okay...Make a plan...Wait for the next flash and, when they're distracted, go in with the intent of sailor clubbing baby seals for fur. Inch by painful inch, I get my hand ready to grip the knob, my fingers twitching in anticipation. My heart is racing with each second.

*click*

It all happens so fast. The flash. The door being flung open. The body hitting the floor out of fright before I can swing. The horror of recognizing who it is. You've made a terrible mistake coming here.

"Hello...Cindy."

I block the door as she tries to get back on her feet, fear in her eyes.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"Maybe don't carry a journal that has your name on the cover and then be super weird. People tend to remember names when that happens."

She notices the bat but my focus is on her. I trust nothing of this strange woman.

"You don't understand."

"Oh, let's make a list...Stalking, lurking, eavesdropping, breaking & entering. But by all means...Explain."

And it better be good. I'm in no mood to be nice.

"I...I am an investigative journalist. I've recently been digging into some old unsolved missing persons' cases and that man...I'm convinced he's involved."

My eyes narrow.

"What proof do you have?"

"Well, for starters, turn on the lights."

I do so and the room suddenly takes on new life. Now I notice the stained nearly worn-out air mattress on the floor. The photos of me on the wall that all say "MINE". The photos of the people in my life tabled by how he sees them...Lucy "WHORE", TK "FZ-SIMP", Don "OLD ASSHOLE", and Vio "FUCKER". There are even some of the other tenants...Mrs. Brenda "TOO CLINGY", old lady Mrs. Summers "GRANDMA", and Mrs. Greta "BITCH". There's also a map detailed with locations, time stamps, short little descriptions...He's been very busy and very meticulous. Such dedication. I can feel the care in it all.

"See what I mean now? He's crazy. I couldn't find much in anything solid for the past ones, but based on what I've gathered, you're going to be his next victim."

Oh, Cindy...You have no idea how this works...I'm not the victim. Well...A love victim maybe.

"If you help me gather this up, we can put this guy away for a long time."

...What?

I watch her grab a bag by the mattress, she empties the contents on the bed and examines. Some rope, pill bottles, a bottle of chloroform with a rag, duct tape, standard abduction tools and other whatnot.

"Gee, look at all this. You're lucky. It looks like he was going to strike soon."

Don't touch that...Stop touching his things...You have no right to do this...

"Tell me...How did you know about this room?"

That makes her pause.

"I knew he was here somewhere. The trail brought me to this building. But I never got a read on just where. Then I noticed his activity changed. So I figured he'd slip up since something was different. And I got my lead today when I saw him climb up from one window to another. So I waited till the coast was clear and people were sleeping to investigate. Guess I didn't account for you."

"Yeah..."

You know too much...

"You sure didn't."

You're a threat.

"What?"

Something in me snaps. Something primal and defensive. I come at her swinging. Missing her head but clipping her leg on the down sweep. The blow doesn't have the bone-breaking force she expected, I aim to knock her out.

"The hell is wrong with you?!"

She scrambles as I lunge for another blow. I miss and end up dropping the bat in a sharp roar at the sudden surge coursing through me...She's got a taser...Bad move.

"Holy hell! You're both freaks. I knew you had to be compromised but I didn't think..."

I spring on her, slamming her into the wall, and am met with another harsh shock that brings me down.

"Where's my phone? Fuck! You sickos are in deep now."

Bitch...I won't let you take him from me!

She makes her way out of the room. Beast mode...engaged!

"*snarls* Do you think...I'll let you leave!"

Pain from quick shocks doesn't stop someone that is on horror movie killer levels of persistence. I grab the bat and give chase. She's rushing to get to the front door now and I hurl the bat like a spear. It clocks her in the back of the head and she smacks the door with her face. This buys me enough time to grab her, my arms strangle her neck and my legs lock around her waist...my heavier bulk brings her down on top of me.

"*snarling* Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't take him from me. He's mine! Mine!"

She's got about ten seconds before the chokehold renders her unconscious. Of course, she isn't going down without a fight. She claws and kicks but it just increases my hold. So...she goes for the taser again...Bad move.

"Don't be stupid. Just stop resisting."

"*struggle* Fuck you!"

She jabs the taser into me, hard and unrelenting, and I roar out as all of my muscles contract uncontrollably at the same time. My legs squeeze like a python's coils and my arms do the same in a harsh twist.

*CRACK*

The pain abruptly stops. The taser falls away. and it takes a good moment for realization to hit.

...Oh...Oh god...

The door opens.

"Darling?!"

Peter forcibly pries my locked up limbs off of Cindy and shoves the girl away, pulling me into his arms as I remain limp.

"Are you alright? Speak to me. Tell me what happened."

It's still hitting me...what happened...what I did...but...I didn't mean to...she caused it...it was her fault...right?

"Lynsie?"

He forces me to look at him, his face full of concern and eyes about to pour. It breaks me. My chest tightens and it gets hard to look at him with blurring vision.

"*weeping* I didn't mean to...It wasn't supposed to happen..."

He holds me close and rubs my back.

"Shhhhh...Breathe, dear. You need to calm down."

I want to hold him but I can't lift my arms yet. I just bury my face in him to smother my cries. He does his best to console me. Soft words and gentle touches. But even when the weeping ends, the pain remains and this isn't something that will just go away after a decent night's sleep.

"...Lynsie?"

"*sniffles* Huh?"

"What happened?"

I hold him.

"*sniffles* S-She...She was g-gonna g-get you in t-trouble...I'd l-lose you...I j-just wanted t-to knock her o-out...B-But then...I...I d-didn't mean to k-kill her...I s-swear..."

My body is fighting itself to not begin bawling again.

"*sniffles* H-How did you know I w-was here?"

"I thought it was odd you were taking so long. So I went looking. Then I heard thudding and the roars."

He keeps me to him as he stands and carries me away back to my unit.

"*meek* Wait...We can't leave her there."

"Don't you worry about that. I'll take out the trash once I know you're alright."

I look at him and am in awe of how nonchalant he is about this. He's careful and quiet as we return to the apartment, being so silent as to not disturb the others. How did they not hear anything? Are they too high? Is there something making noise in there? Was the thudding all that could be heard? These questions fall to the wayside as he brings me to my room and lays me on the bed, lightly petting my head a little.

"I know you're scared. You're probably feeling a lot of crazy emotions and they seem to be mixing into even crazier ones. But I want you to know it's going to be fine."

"*meek* How? How is it fine that I..."

"You were protecting me, right? Protecting us?"

His petting hand comes down to caress my cheek.

"My dear sweet darling...You did nothing wrong."

"*meek* But I..."

"She was a threat, right? She was going to keep us apart?"

My eyes widen.

"*meek* Yeah."

"She was going to have me taken from you. And you don't want me to leave you. I know that for a fact. You did what you had to...even if it was a bit more than intended."

He leans in and nuzzles me.

"You're such a good girl. Doing so much for me. Protecting me. Defending our love. I think my darling has earned herself a very well-deserved reward."

A lingering smooch is given to my lips and it stuns me for a moment. My senses return as he's pulling my pants off.

"*cough* W-Wait! What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you, of course."

"I said no fun tonight."

He smirks and in a quick yank, my pants are across the room. My legs cross themselves shut on instinct.

"Oh, I know. But you meant that for me. This...This isn't about me."

He skims his hands up my legs till he's at my underwear, curling his fingers into the fabric.

"This is all about you, darling."

"Peter, I don't..."

"Relax, darling. You need this. You've been so stressed, what with work and the others driving you crazy all the time. I know, I haven't been helping as much to take some of that pressure off, but I've been trying. I really have. And I know how much this night meant to you...Only to see it crash and burn. To see you so distraught. Then that bitch comes out of nowhere, threatens to take me away, and hurts you...She's lucky you got to her. If it was me...There'd be more of a mess up there."

"That's not making me feel any better."

"Sorry. I'll just get to the point. You need release. To have all that pressure go away. To have your brain shut off out of utter bliss. Once I've taken care of you, all the pain, the stress, the deep concerns will fade away. Leaving you just as you should be...Happy. After all that you do for everyone else, don't you think it's fair to finally get something back? Don't you think you deserve to feel good and be happy for once?"

Everything hurts. My body. My mind. My heart. My soul. But he's...He's always able to make me feel good. He makes me happy. He's all I want right now and I'm okay with that.

"As long as I have you, I'm happy."

He smiles.

"Then with you're permission, darling...I would very much like to please you~."

My gut churns at the thought of him trying to do that.

"Don't say that. You have no way of knowing if it's possible. And as much as it sucks on my ends to be brought so close only to never reach the end, I don't want to make you feel bad for not being able to do it. I don't want to make you feel like shit because I'm broken."

"You're not broken."

"I can't even do it to myself. Do you know how frustrating it is to feel the sudden need, only to then fight it off because trying to indulge it only results in anguish? It doesn't even feel good anymore. How is that not being broken?"

"There's your problem. You're overthinking. You don't shut your thoughts off and go with the feeling."

"I...I don't know how."

"Let me help you then. Please?"

He pulls a little bit.

"Will you let me try to help you?"

Those eyes...Those hungry yet caring bedroom eyes...My weakness.

"Just...I'm sorry if you get fed up after a while. I know I do."

"Sweetheart, it's a dream come true to be lost for untold amounts of time in you. I'm not going to be fed up no matter how long this takes."

He tugs a little and my legs give way, letting him slip my undies off.

"I'm going to treat you so well, you're mind will be lost in pleasure and you WILL come to know what an orgasm is."

I've come to the idea of why he's able to turn me on with ease sometimes. It's not what he says, but how he says it. Something about the way he's unapologetically honest and confident despite lacking any experience just gives me goosebumps because somehow he's able to deliver the hype he builds. It's spellbinding.

"You make a bold claim, sir."

"That's not the only claim I'll be making tonight~."

He snickers and moves to a better spot on the bed, one where he's in better control.

"You've gotten more comfortable around me. You used to get so flustered before. Must mean we've been leveling up together."

"What can I say? I always equip the XP share items."

He puts his hand on my stomach and I freeze.

"Or...Maybe you're still that easily flustered girl I fell for."

I give a nervous laugh as he inches southward, his eyes on me and a devious smile curling his lips. Untouched nerves quack under his slow feel.

"So sensitive and responsive. I've barely touched you and you're trembling."

"Sorry."

"No no. Don't be sorry. It's a good thing."

"It is?"

"Yep. *coo* It's a very very good."

The second his fingers start to cross the threshold my legs snap shut on his hand.

"Heh...Easy now, darling."

This feels so weird. Good but not at the same time. I just cover my face as he gets my legs to open again. But his hand doesn't move. Still, I can't look at him while this happens. Then I feel him move and suddenly his breath hits my neck.

"You look so innocent. But I know deep down, you can be naughty. You said so yourself."

"T-That was different. I'm all talk."

"Oh? Then that maid outfit was just so full of detail for nothing?"

His tongue drags across my neck.

"Not to mention how bold you were last night. Stripping down and touching me. That certainly wasn't just talk. Neither was the way your body pressed to mine..."

He lightly nips my nape and I keen while giving him more access.

"Even now your body wants more, more of my love and what I can do for you. Just allow me to try and you won't regret it. I promise."

Slowly I let my hands fall, meeting his gaze and feeling everything suddenly crash like a massive wave. Instead of saying anything, I lean in and put my lips on his. He's surprised for a moment, but then immediately enjoys it. My eyes close and I put my arms around him. This feels right, being with him, feeling his soft lips against mine. He slips in his tongue, it rubs softly against mine, and his right arm loops under my neck as it pulls me closer to him.

His breathing is getting faster against my mouth, and in turn, my own breathing picks up pace. His touch is a rush. His tongue gets more aggressive against mine, whipping it now while his lips suck against my own. His kiss is aggressive, yet still gentle, and he controls the pace at which we make out. With his one arm still around me, his left hand hovering over my sex leaves my slowly warming flesh to push my legs apart more. The kiss is broken for a moment, our faces flush and panting.

"Are you ready?"

"I...I think so."

"Okay...Okay...*gulp* I'm going to touch you now."

Wait...Why is he nervous? This was his idea!

My legs stay apart as his hand returns to its former placement. I breathe heavier, faster. I'm burning up as his fingers maneuver their way to my sex and feel my heat, this makes him rumble deep with pleasure. He presses against me, all of his fingers firmly against the front of me. My face drifts away from his, my eyes closed, and my head trying to sink into the pillows as deep as possible. This leaves him free to lick and kiss my neck, really going to town on my collar bone with growing animal-like aggression. My hands begin to grasp him as if trying to find a comforting place to grip for whatever is to come next. With a loud snarling-purr, his fingers slide to my core where he feels my wet slit. He opens up my lips and finds my swelling moist clit in between two of his fingers.

"*groan* You're so wet. *shudder* Shit...*mumble* Keep it together, Peter, you can do this. The boner can wait."

I catch none of that. My mind begins racing with thoughts of him taking control of me, and soon enough those thoughts start to blur with another, moving too fast for me to think clearly. He moves his hand down, running two fingers in between my lower lips. He's at the entrance, teasing me. Fuck, I want his fingers to slip inside me. My mind races out of control, and all I feel is the heat of passion that he gives me. A begging whimper is the signal he desires to hear and hear it he does. He pushes his hand up, pushing his fingers into my sex. I feel their tips inside me, and immediately I feel the muscles in my pelvis start to tighten. The walls squeeze around his fingers without my control. He pushes his fingers further into me in defiance of the constriction being done.

"F-Fuck..."

The uncomfortable strain has me tighten my hold on him.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Wasn't...W-Wasn't expecting two at once."

"Sorry. Got too excited. Let me just..."

He tries pulling them out but the curl of his fingers rubs me just the right way to make me moan.

"Wait...Did you like it?"

I nod my answer.

"Do you...Do you want more?"

I bite my lip and nod again. This makes his nervousness disappear.

"Say it."

I look at him and see a man possessed by newfound levels of lust.

"Tell me..."

He pushes his fingers back in and further into me with a speed that has a sharp gasp leave me.

"I want to hear you say you want more."

My grip on him is harsh as I try to not lose it.

"Shit, man, what was that for?"

I feel the heat of his breath on my ear.

"I'm waiting~."

My face burns with how flustered I am. But, damn it...I don't want this to stop now.

"Please..."

"Tell me to give you more!"

Holy shit! Wild Peter has appeared and is taking total control of right now! I did not think this through...Yet it's the hottest thing I've ever heard.

"Come on, darling. Tell me to give you more."

"*hushed* Could you please...?"

"I can't hear you."

"Please give me more, Peter!"

With a sharp smirk and even sharper motion, he pushes his two fingers all the way to the knuckle inside me. My mouth opens and I let out a small cry of painful pleasure. I dig my nails harshly into him which gets him arching into our hold. My eyes are rolling back. He begins wiggling his fingers in a circular motion. This drives me fucking crazy. I start breathing heavily and moaning.

"Yeah, that's it. That's my love. Revel in it. Enjoy it. I wanna make you cum."

His fingers begin moving faster. He moves them in a circle while moving his hand back and forth to penetrate me.

"*heated* Come on, darling. Cum for me. Cum for your love.”

His motions quicken. My juices are flowing over his fingers. I start moving my hips back and forth to grind against his hand. Heated whimpering pleas are all I can muster. I want to finish. I need to. I want him to make me do it. His arm around me draws my body closer to him. His grip around me is tight. He wants me to cum. My pleasure is his pleasure.

"*panting* That's it...Ride it. *whimper* Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad!"

My insides feel tight like something is about to give. My whimpering moans get louder and sharper. My back arches and my hips move forward. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me. He puts two fingers against my clit and wiggles it vigorously, causing an earth-shattering feeling to electrify my entire body. It starts in my sex, my walls contracting and stiffening. Then it moves to the muscles in my pelvis as they do the same. It spreads like fire throughout my body as my head rushes into a blur of nothing of what I can only describe as bright vibrant heat and flames.

Everything is a blur. Sight is blinding white and hearing is muffled ringing. I don't know how much time passes before my body starts to relax again, senses normalizing. Peter rubs his fingers gently over my whole sex, careful not to press too hard, he can tell that everything down there is extremely sensitive now. My body trembles as he has me ride out the remaining embers of passion. I continue to hold onto him as if my life depends on it.

"*shudder* There you go...That's my girl...Just take it easy and get some rest."

I feel so weak now. Like all the energy has been drained from me. I haven't felt like this without pills before. Feels good.

"*tired* P-Peter..."

"Don't worry, darling. I didn't forget. I'll take out the trash and all the problems will be solved."

He finally takes his hand away then brings it to his mouth, licking and sucking my release on his fingers.

"You taste delicious by the way."

I flick the back of his neck and he snickers.

"What? It's true. *sultry* I could eat you all night~."

Fuck, don't do that to me right now. That's about to get me going again. Thankfully he spares me any further teasing. He moves out of my weakened hold with ease.

"But...I can't. Not now anyway. Got a long night ahead of me."

I whimper.

"No no, it's okay. This won't take me long. I'll be back before you know it."

He holds my hands.

"How do you feel?"

I coo cutely and he smiles.

"God, you're adorable."

He leans down and kisses my brow.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

"*tired* Peter..."

"Yes?"

"*tired* Love...you."

He nuzzles my cheek.

"I love you too, Lynsie."

He gets me under the covers and I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I listen to the soft footfalls of his steps as he moves, the feel of a soft touch stroke my hair, then the sound of the door gently being opened and closed.

If he's as meticulous as that room implied, I don't think I have to dwell on things all that much. Not that I can at the moment. My brain is a candy-coated K-pop music video where everything is hearts and bliss. He made me finish. He did that which I could not. I'm never letting him go. I don't ever want to lose him or his incredible love. Damn it! He made me so fucking needy for him! Curse you sexy Peter!

That...That is my final thought of the evening as I pass out.

#your boyfriend #yourboyfriend #your boyfriend peter #your boyfriend fanfiction #yourboyfriend peter

[imayanderesimp]

Hello :) I really LOVED the recent fic you posted recently TYSM for doing my request <3 , I was wondering if you could do a yandere Deku or yandere Tamaki with a reader who is completely against the idea of being in a relationship since she's used to people letting her down and she's kinda insecure about herself? And plus she has no intention of getting married, like EVER. Would that fly well with the cinnamon rolls? Sorry for bothering you TvT

I couldn't chose between deku or Tamaki so I chose both and your not bothering me at all

And thank you for requesting again ♥(ﾉ´∀`)

Deku🥦

Depends on which deku were talking about here middle school deku or anime U.A deku or manga deku

Middle school deku:

He'll accept his fate of not getting you

You know how deku has note on everyone yeah your in those notes. So be careful because the next minute you could be getting picked on because of an embarrassing secret he leaked so nobody would be there for you. But don't worry he'll be there for you,

after all us weirdos have to stick together.

Anime deku:

He won't be so quickly to accept and may just go over possible ways for you to like him.

He will literally mutter to himself everyday and will stop taking care of himself less and less and less until the entire class is wondering why he's like this. He says it's because you rejected him and the entire class is trying to cheer him up while bakugos yelling at you to "fix this sh%#".

His plan all along was to get people to care about him so when you finally ask him what can you do to fix this he says to go on a date with him. And on that date he kidnaps you saying that you can be the best couple as long as you behave.

As long as you behave we can be happy

Manga deku:

Oh you really think you can reject him huh?

Yeah no he's just gonna kidnap you. He'll take you anywhere he goes around the city stopping villains he'll leave you in a closed area where nobody can see you and then take you back after the villain is dead defeated and continue fighting crime. He's just trying to make you smile that's all he wants is a smile.

Please do smile for me darling

Tamaki 🐙

Poor baby getting rejected

He just slamming his head in the wall while you explain why you won't date him. He feels so stupid not knowing he was supposed to know everything. You ask him if you can still be friends with a hug and he agrees Silently crying in to your chest as you hug him. Soon enough he gets advice from a friend (yandere mirio) that he should force it a little more.

So he kidnaps you

He so sad when you call him crazy. He falls on his knees with tears in his eyes begging you to love him. If you decline he'll take mirio's words a lot more to heart. He soon plans for you to get married on your birthday saying Stockholm Syndrome should happen by then. And if you reject he'll just tell you to shut up he's made it so far for you and your being ungrateful.

Bunny our wedding will be amazing and don't worry well have all our friends and parents there just gotta wait a little longer

Double requests yesss ヽ(´∀`。)ﾉ

Sorry again if the prompt is off from what you requested

#yandere mha #yandere tamaki #yandere izuku

[ashs-stars]

Jesus, Angel. You’d think you were having a medical emergency with all those messages. I’m not too busy at the moment which I’m thinking could mean they call it early tonight, but I’m not gonna get my hopes up.

You’re such a stubborn little shit. Would it kill you to just, sleep in bed like a normal person? I’ll try and be home as soon as I can Angel. Not that I should even have to tell you this, but I sleep a lot better with you in my arms too.

It’s a good paying job, and the business needs every job it can get after the games, but fuck if it isn’t exhausting. It’s nothing too major, just another seer event like the one we worked last year. But, with everything going on they stretched everything out, making for a very long week. Ash is with me, which is much more of a curse than anything. Especially when the job is slow like it is tonight. It’s impressive how many words he can fit into one breath.

Stop worrying and get some sleep you little snot. Preferably, in a bed where everyone else on this planet sleeps. But knowing you, I’m still going to find you on the couch. And I’m sure you’ll wake up when I inevitably have to carry your ass to bed.

I’ll text when I’m on my way home. Not that it matters considering you’ll probably be knocked out before long.

-David

(Hi!!!!!! I’m sorry life has been crazy over here but I’m doing well! Same to you bug! Make sure you’re taking good care of yourself! ♥)

Well I have to update you on my day somehow. And I know you like hearing me talk, even though I never stop talking.. Fingers crossed that they end tonight early. Either way late or not i’ll be at home.

Like a normal person? Do you not know me? When am I ever ‘normal’? I’m a menace to society and I like it that way!

OH! Is that seer that Milo, Asher, and Christian were with last year there? Milo and Asher’s mates told me all about how he brought up Christian and Amanda’s relationship last year. Oh I would’ve done anything to see his face. Do we know if they are serious or not? Or are they just fucking still? Or am I just not in the loop anymore? I should really catch up with Asher soon..

Me? Stop worrying? Pfft, yeahhh i’ll totally not do that anymore.. :) In all seriousness i’ll try to stop. I know you guys are safe. Hopefully. Unless that’s why they need you guys there. What if they saw something?!! Well then they would probably just tell you guys. Or is that dangerous? Would it fuck up everything? Huh.. I should definitely stop drinking coffee at night.

Okay, just let me know when you are! I’m playing minecraft right now so i’ll be up for at least another hour or so.

- Little Snot <3

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted david #david anon #anon ask

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Hiii! Omg I didn't know I can already request not only for Valentine's event, so glad!!!! ^^

Can I please request Yandere hc for Doppo, Rio and uhhhh it's sound so cringe and embarrassing but can you make a yandere hc for Rei too please? Thank you for your work! <3

Writer's corner: Hi, sweetheart! I'm so sorry for being this late with your request! Also, of course you can request for Yandere! I really hope you'll enjoy reading my content for you! If not, please, let me know! So I can fix something here or make something else for you!~ Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: GN!- THEY/THEM

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, insanity, kidnapping, slight hint of spoiler... (I DO NOT SUPPORT VIOLENCE OR STALKING. THIS IS ONLY A YANDERE-VIEW FOR CHARACTERS)

⭐𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄⭐~𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨, 𝐑𝐢𝐨, 𝐑𝐞𝐢

⭐Oh, well.. Yandere Doppo would have his own charm in my opinion...

⭐Just think about how cute he looks to mc's eyes the day they meet each other.. just think about how innocent and pure he does look to everyone!

⭐Oh.. But he won't be that innocent..

⭐Nor that pure for so long...

⭐"H-huh? Y-you think I'm... adorable...? Hehe....Thank you, mc..!"

⭐What a terrible mistake mc would do by telling him that they think he's adorable..!

⭐If at first he had a simple crush on them... if at first he only thought that they were cute, kind...

⭐...soon he'd start to have a real obsession for them..

⭐Doppo would start dedicating himself to follow them, shyly trying to know what their favourite things are..

⭐Maybe mc wouldn't notice it.. And they would never notice it..!

⭐After all... mc would never suspect.... they would never think that their sweet and innocent friend is actually a crazy yandere man who's fallen in love with them...

⭐...wouldn't they~?

⭐The more they would spend their time with him, the more they would think of Doppo that he's just a sweet and innocent man..

⭐That he's also strong enough to keep going.. to keep working.. even if his boss gives him so much to do each day..!

⭐Mc would occasionally start feeling sad and pity for the type of life he's leading..

⭐Maybe they would even fall for him...

⭐...who knows~?

⭐Even if Doppo's described to be an ordinary man.. one of those appaerance who don't conquer the memory or mind of people around them..

⭐...well.. he'd indeed conquer mc's heart with his sweetness and cuteness.

⭐"O-oh.. mc..! Uhm.. I.. I've seen this while I was walking to my work-place and... uhm.. I thought to buy it for you.. Hehe.. I hope you like it..... ..I really do hope you love it~..!"

⭐Mc would give him a strange strength..

⭐...especially if he saw them with other men or women...

⭐That's when mc would see him changing slowly..

⭐He'd start thinking that he cannot live without them..

⭐They would see him becoming clingier and possessive.. even more obsessed..!

⭐Doppo would constantly ask them where they are when they're not around him..

⭐He'd be scared of losing mc..

⭐And he cannot let it happen..

⭐..Not now that he have found his strength next to them...!

⭐So he must have mc all for himself..

⭐And.. in a way or another he'd know how to do it.

⭐If mc is lucky, they will understand..

⭐If not... well.. he'd win.

⭐And they would see his usually tired and sleepy eyes... lost in insanity.. all because of the tireness of work and.. their love.

⭐"Hahahahha!!... Hahahahah...!! Mc... Huh? Why are you crying...? Are you not happy that you're with the innocent and adorable Doppo...?!!... Ahahahahah....."

⭐Rio is very difficult to be imagined in Yandere version, because he's such a sweet man! But I'll try my best~

⭐Since Rio's such a generous man who likes to take care of his friends..

⭐Well.. I cannot hide the fact that I headcanon him falling for someone and trying his best to take care of them!

⭐But... what have you understood, sweetheart?..

⭐Haven't you read the title..? It's a Yandere~

⭐So.. Here Rio'd try to take care of mc and wouldn't tolerate to see them with others..

⭐"So... Your friends gave you a piece of their cake since you didn't have anything to eat during the break-time...?.. O-oh..."

⭐Since he's an ex military man.. He knows how to fight and other stuff like that..

⭐So he'd probably even manage in kidnapping them, especially if he noticed that mc is usually surrounded by other people he doesn't like..

⭐I'm sure Rio wouldn't show them that he's actually jealous and obsessive.

⭐At first mc even wouldn't notice it!

⭐I mean..

⭐We're talking about Rio! Our sweet and tall boy Rio!!

⭐How can someone thinks that he's a kidnapper?

⭐So one day mc would open their eyes and find themselves into Rio's tend.

⭐They would be confused and almost scared by the sudden change of place their mind would see..

⭐But they would calm down only for a few seconds after seeing the ex military man standing there, looking at them.

⭐However soon mc would open their eyes wide in fear after realizing that he has actually kidnapped them and that he's staring at them with two unusual cold eyes..

⭐Mc would try to speak but words wouldn't leave their throat.

⭐What... what does he want to do....?, they would think to themselves, feeling some sweat running down their forehead.

⭐That's when Rio would get closer and slowly wipe it from their forehead..

⭐"Don't be scared, mc.. I simply want to take care of you... I'll be the best partner for you..."

⭐His voice would sound even lower than usual.. mc would feel some shivers running down their spine somehow as he'd caress their cheek.

⭐With a cold expression he'd even give them his food..

⭐Mc have to eat something, after all..

⭐And he's the one who has to take care of them, no?

⭐And what if mc don't want to eat his food?

⭐Well...

⭐They better eat it.

⭐Mc doesn't want to know what would happen if they didn't eat it, for sure....

⭐"You're eating... Hehe.. You really were hungry, weren't you?.. Don't worry, love... There's still some food... ...Are you happy with me... RiGhT..?!~"

⭐Well.. Rei is such a charming man!

⭐And even if most of the time BusterBros' stans do not like him because he has been such a bad father to Yamada brothers (I'm trying not to make any spoilers for those who don't know what happen, sorry-)...

⭐Nobody can deny the fact that Rei has his own charm.

⭐And he does know about it too, though!

⭐He's aware of being such a charming and smart man!

⭐He's arrogant and cunning, especially when it comes to his plans..

⭐Nobody can really stops him when it comes to what he wants to do!

⭐However Rei is really good at hiding what his true intentions are so...

⭐He'd be a perfect yandere sugar daddy-- *no wait---* He'd be a perfect yandere man. *great!*

⭐So mc better pray for themselves..

⭐Because if this man found them to be attractive or interesting enough..

⭐Well...

⭐he'd do everything to have them.

⭐But the scary thing is that he'd manage to do it in secret, without making others realize about his plans, about what he really wants or about his intentions..!

⭐(He'd be part of Scarabia--- OOOhhh.. Hebi!! You're talking about Hypmic characters! Stop doing crossovers!... Okeeee, Hebi n.2---)

⭐So imagine meeting Rei and picking his interest...

⭐He'd act so elegant and gentle..! I can totally see him inviting mc to have dinner in a restaurant!

⭐He'd act like a usual fascinating gentleman, occasionally even flirting and complimenting mc for their beautiful eyes or clothing too..!

⭐"Oh, good evening, mc..! You look so beautiful..! Here.. have a seat~! Let's have a great dinner together.. Oh.. Don't worry... It's on me~"

⭐But when did he start behaving yandere?

⭐Well.. it's hard to realize when he'd start acting yandere..

⭐Because nobody can really tells what Rei's planning or thinking about.

⭐But once he's near to be exposed, he'd be sure to let mc know that they are his and only his!..

⭐After all.. he's the one who invented Hypnosis microphones...

⭐So... Who knows what would happen if mc decided not to be with him or-worse- if they tried to escape him?..

⭐And they better not to make him angry...

⭐Mc.. you don't want to see Rei's angry side..

⭐"Where are you going, darling~?... Don't tell me you're trying to get away from me.... Hehe... I know you don't want to... You're too in love with me... You can't stop loving me... You cannot go away... You must not... otherwise...-"

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