#and then of course another long walk to pick up the mail BUT I HAVE IT NOW. I HAVE VIDEO GAME

[living-dead-author]

Horror characters reactions to their s/o leaving sexy Polaroids around the house for them

Had this idea for a bit and I finally got around to writing it for y'all. I'm going to try and post regularly but because of everything I have going on right now I might not be able to for a bit.

Characters Included: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Peter Strahm, Asa Emory, and Bubba Sawyer

Content Includes: 18+ material do not interact if you are underage, explicit mentions of nude photos taken of reader, implied sex, GN reader, implied male masturbation, masturbating to readers pictures, brief mentions of murder

Bo Sinclair

Coming home after a long day working Bo expected to find you waiting for him like you usually do. But tonight is different. Tonight you're nowhere to be found. But when Bo takes his first step inside he finds a Polaroid at his foot, but not just any Polaroid, it’s a Polaroid of you wearing nothing but your underwear.

Bo walks further into the house and what does he find? More and more Polaroids of you in sexy positions that you know is going to drive him nuts. By the time he gets upstairs he’s straining hard against his pants and he had to undo his belt.

And when Bo finds you after gathering up all of your little Polaroids, you're in for a wild night. He won't even give you a chance to say anything he'll just corner you against somewhere and lay out all of the Polaroids in front of you while whispering in your ear, "Yer a little tease ain't ya? With yer god damn little pictures. Well get ready darlin', I'm just getting started."

Lester Sinclair

When Lester wakes up you're still asleep, and he doesn't like making you wake up as early as he does so he lets you sleep in. But today while he was getting ready he kept finding these sexy Polaroids of you around the house. You in these pretty lingerie pieces, sexy poses, provocative stances.

He obviously gets turned on, but he thinks this might have been for when he got home later in the day. So he puts them all back where he found them and he ignores the throbbing in his pants while he tries to deal with getting ready.

But when he gets in his truck to leave for the day and he pulls down that sun visor, another Polaroid falls down into his lap. This one shows you in a position so utterly sexy to him he has to go back inside and jump into bed with you, waking you up with kisses as he groans about how hard you've made him.

Peter Strahm

After getting home late one night from a grueling week of work Peter is looking forward to having some time to himself. But when he steps inside the house and sees a Polaroid picture of you taped there, he had to get a better look. Of course this Polaroid was of you, dressed up in a sexy outfit, posing in front of a mirror.

Peter swallows hard and uses his detective skills in a much more fun way tonight. He goes around the house, gathering up all the other Polaroids you hid everywhere before spreading them out on the kitchen table of your house. Looking over all of them get's him undeniably hard. Knowing that you're already asleep, he's not going to wake you. So for now Peter takes care of this issue himself, while looking down at your pretty pictures.

After cleaning up he gets into bed with you and cuddles up close against you. Now in the morning when you try and pull away from him, he's not going to let you get away so soon. He needs to have a little talk with you about those Polaroids, he's sure you'll understand.

Asa Emory

Coming back to his town house like any other day, checking the mail and setting it down, going into his office, not expecting anything different. But then he sees a Polaroid sitting on his desk. He doesn't remember taking one. He picks it up and sees you in it, naked and posed in a sexual manner.

Asa knows that there are others hidden around the house, and seeing that you're out at the moment, he's going to find them all, then the camera you used. As he keeps gathering up these Polaroids he keeps getting more and more turned on, especially seeing some of the things you've done to yourself in these pictures.

When you get home he's waiting for you in his office, the Polaroids neatly laid out in a uniform fashion with the camera sitting nearby. "Sit." Is all he's going to tell you for the time being before he has you handle the growing issue you gave him.

Bubba Sawyer

When the two of you finally get to be alone in the house together Bubba expected some sexy activities, but he didn't expect to go around the house finding Polaroids of you in such sexy manners. His eyes get fixated on the Polaroids in his hands as he goes around gathering them all up.

Bubba isn't exactly a spring chicken when it comes to nudity and sex. He sees naked people all the time when he's cutting up victims, but this is different. This gets him excited in an entirely new way.

When he finally finds you he's so wound up from all of the Polaroids you gave him that all he's able to do is pick you up in his huge arms and carry you off into the bedroom to have some fun times in there. Maybe you could try out some new poses for him in there too.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #slasher smut

[bogkeep]

the way the most recent pokemon games don't let you turn off the exp share or the affection mechanic bonuses is nothing short of maddening. i think they make great accessibility features If Only They Were Optional and the flavour text is cute, but i want to have a fun casual playthrough that's at least mildly challenging without having to make it a nuzlocke or something. i don't want to feed my starter bitter medicines to make her hate me :(

#JUST LET ME TURN IT OFF... PLEASE.... #i can't do nuzlockes i do Not have the willpower to stick to the rules and they stress me out haha #anyway i am a fool who's left all of my DS games in norway and i got a hankering for replaying sinnoh games #so i decided to get shining pearl right. figured it might be fun even if ill miss the 4th gren spritework something fierce #what ensued was a needlessly complicated process just to get a copy that was slightly cheaper than full price nintendo blood money #there's a store that listed shining pearl at a lower price. not brilliant diamond - just pearl #i feel like maybe it's by mistake since that's the price of a nintendo DS cartridge. so maybe wires got crossed #the norwegian version of the store does NOT have the price disparity. #anyway i can't order online without a swedish phone number. and the local store is out of stock #so i have several long walks to the store to get them to order it in for me and then to order it delivered to me etc #and then of course another long walk to pick up the mail BUT I HAVE IT NOW. I HAVE VIDEO GAME #and it's very nice and nostalgic with a couple quality of life upgrades #my first pokemon game was pokemon diamond. when i got it i was still learning english and had no idea what was happening at any time #good times good times #obviously no pokemon run is ever gonna be as challenging as my first ever run #it does not need to be! u can immediately tell that a lot of difficulty in earlier games is that leveling up your team was a hassle #and almost always required grinding. i do not miss that at all ! but the remakes seem to be Extremely Faithful #so they're not rly structured around how fast you can level your whole team #or that your pokemon are gonna start doing extra crits or hold on to last HP before u even get to the third gym #OH WELL #you know what's very exciting for me though. i have a misdreavous!!! they're pearl exclusive and not in platinum #ive always wanted to do a sinnoh run with a misdreavous on my team for some reason

[drdemonprince]

When other people say that they do not have enough time to get something done, they (often, if they're quite healthy) mean they are taking into account the time it takes to do the laundry and arrange new pieces of furniture and cook dinner and meet up with friends to see a movie and run to the post office or the hair dresser and take the dog for walks and do the dishes and paint their nails and drive to the store and go to their cousin's wedding and go to the barbecue their friend is throwing on the weekend

they don't winnow their life down to just spending time at the computer, working from when they wake up until they cannot focus their eyes anymore, granola bars, coffee, and bottles of water all around them because of course they did not take time to have lunch or breakfast, only dragging themselves away from work when they are truly too exhausted to do any of it anymore, and then lacking the energy to do much of anything that remains of life but to eat a tiny bit more, sponge themselves off, and go to sleep.

i just saw a video of a fursuiter on their bed, legs kicked back, head propped on their hands, delightedly announcing that after many years of hard work they had finally finished their Master's degree. And some part of me, some sick withered part, thought really? you had time to do a Master's degree while also getting a fursuit done? and going to conventions, presumably? you had time in the day to research fursuit makers, have a sona designed and drawn by someone else (or to draw it yourself), to contact a maker to make a duck tape dummy of yourself, and to have a friend over to help you make it and to cut it off of you, to send it in the mail to the maker, to then get it and make videos? you had time to set up this beautiful bedroom that i see in your video, with a soft pink sham on the bed and LED lights behind your bookshelf and lamps and all kinds of stuffed toys? you had a life? you were out playing, and dancing, and pursuing your hobbies, and you did a master's degree?

because when i was working on my doctorate, there was nothing. three layers of foam on the floor with a fitted sheet over it. a folding card table from aldi that had cost $40 that my grandparents got me. no food in the fridge. no time to even get the internet installed, just stolen wi-fi when my laptop could pick it up. i woke up, got dressed, and slunk into the office. i sat alone in the dark working until my hunger made me furious and i could not write another word. and then i walked to the grocery store, got something to subsist on, went home, ate, kickboxing video, went to sleep. every day. with almost nothing breaking the routine.

and ive gotten better, so much better, but my brain still kind of works that way. i feel like i have to quit my job and stop being a writer if i want to have hobbies. to paint my bedroom. to marinate a meat for longer than fifteen minutes. to get a driver's license again. to take a trip. but i dont want to be like that any more. how do people know when to stop? i feel like i have to give everything my absolute all until there is nothing left or else i have done nothing. i feel that i would have to treat a hobby like a job to get it done. I feel that anything that takes more than two minutes is a huge waste of time i must feel guilty for. i am working on all these things. jesus i have been working on them for years at this point. but because i have been so successful at telling people to do less, i get pulled in. interview. workshop invitation. email. urgent in the subject line. call from my agent. meeting request from my boss. new book idea, better sell it now while my sales figures still look good. recording studio session. deadline. writing. can you talk about this. can you talk about that. tag. email. book idea. deadline. long heartfelt email. still so often i have to take my own damn advice.

and this is why i am getting a fursuit made!! and going to cons! and going to leather and latex events! and making socials that are separate for these things!! i am going to let myself be silly and soft and do frivolous things. i am so sick of what i do to myself, all the pursuit of seeming like a strong mature adult.

[s1ater]

perfect match.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

warnings. gif not mine, foul language maybe

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steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

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[steleir]

ஜ ˖ ࣪ masterlist ࣪࿐ྂ ENTRY ONE : A NEW LIGHT ࣪࿐ྂ next : where did it all go wrong?

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ. even after all these years, detective itoshi rin has never gotten over the murder of his wife. he swore that he'd find the killer and figure out what really happened to you that night. the case ended up getting out up as a cold case, however. one day, though, he happened to stumble upon your diary while clearing up the attic to move to a new house. as he went through it, he realised that maybe it wasn't murder, perhaps something else. now with new leads, he manages to open the case  again, with a new hope to find out what happened to you, but personal matters start getting in his way. 

series : detective! itoshi rin! x dead! fem! reader, mentions of death, marriage, angst, rich! rin, mystery au, abuse, violence, black mail, unrequited love, threats, widowed rin, yn and rin have child named “mai” stalking ﾉ 2.1k wc. ﾉ mentions of eating disorder, yn has shitty parents. (more could be added.)

Often, Rin found himself having dreams about you—odd ones, never normal—at least the ones that started normal. He was in your shared room, and you were twirling in your wedding dress, the exact same thing you did four days before your wedding. He’d come up behind you, and suddenly he was in his tuxedo. The image of the two of you became distorted, and you’d fall on the floor, blood all over his suit and hands, your wedding dress drowning in blood, and your face was lifeless.

The first time he woke up, distressed, he immediately checked your (untouched) side of the closet, making sure the wedding dress was still in good shape.

Sometimes he’d head to his daughter's room (the last thing he really had that reminded him of you) and hug her. “Dad, are you ok?” The eight-year-old mumbled, sleep most obvious in her tone. “Yes, I’m okay. Go back to sleep,” he assured, trying to fight back tears that burned his eyes.

She was the carbon copy of you, with the same hair, nose, and even the way she acted. The only thing of him in her was her bright blue eyes.

Sometimes, he’d simply cry. All that his brain has been begging him to do after bottling it up and staying strong for his child.

He shut his car door, walking up to the entrance to his daughter's school.

“Mai, your dad is here,” the teacher called, and she quickly turned her head away from her friend and waved at him. “She’s doing good in school, yeah?” He asked as Mai ran up to hug her father. He picked her up, and she laid her head on his shoulders. “Shes amazing! You’ve got quite a disciplined daughter right there.”

She definitely got that from him; you were always up to no good.

“Good to hear,” he smiled, something he found himself doing quite often ever since your death six years ago. It was a big change from his stoicness and his tendency to be rude and cold, but he had to change for his daughter. You weren’t there to balance out his personality.

He opened the car door for his daughter. “Put on your seatbelt, or I will tackle you,” he threatened, but it didn’t seem to affect her, not with that obvious soft look on his face.

It was a long, staring contest before he sighed. “Fine, I guess we’ll just hit a car, and you’ll fly out.”

The eight-year-old giggled, “Sounds fun.”

“If you do, I’ll get you ice cream,” he tempted, and the girl nodded in agreement. “Deal.” She finally put on her seatbelt, and Rin got into the driver's seat.

“Dad, can you ask a question?” Mai asked, as he found himself in the middle of long traffic. “Of course.”

“What was a mama like?” She wondered, her voice filled with curiosity. “She was amazing,” he smiled softly, a real one this time. “She looked like you, and you act just like her, you know? She would be so happy to see how much you resembled her if she were here right now.”

The kid smiled and said, "But will I ever have another one? Or is it just you and me forever?”

Rin furrowed his child’s question. “What do you mean?”

“Well, everyone in my class has a mom. And I wonder, Will you ever have one?”

In a way, Rin felt anger at the question. No one could be you or be like you; no one could take your place in his heart.

“I’m not sure, honey.”

His phone buzzed suddenly, just in time, and he picked it up to see who had texted him.

It wasn’t long before the clock read five o’clock, and he could see Emi’s car parking outside.

Aoki Emi, your best friend, or she used to be before you died. She was there for him during those rough times, even when his own family couldn’t.

Her crush on him was, well, painfully obvious. Even before you died, he could tell.

However, the boy ignored it; Emis crush wouldn’t do anything; he only had his eyes on you.

But what pissed him off? Even if she was the only person who was there for him, who he would consider a “close friend,” everyone never understood that he truly didn’t like her like that. Even Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri all encouraged him to be with her, other than Otoya, who seemed to have a crush on her. Even his own daughter.

He’d admit to anyone else that she was attractive. She is tall and blonde, with green eyes and a small beauty mark beneath her bottom lip. Not to him, though. He wanted only you, even if you weren’t there; he was forever loyal to you.

Maybe he should cut ties with the girl; after all, what good did she serve him anymore? He thought about that multiple times, but Mai hated the idea. She loved her, almost considering her her new mother. (The thought disgusted him.)

Boxes were all that was found in the house, other than the smell of food that filled the house as Mai munched on the food. He would be moving everything the next day, and all that was left was his room and the attic.

“Do you think you could do my room, and I’ll be doing the attic?” he stated, and she nodded warmly. Suddenly, he was pushed away by his short daughter. “Mama!” She exclaimed as the blonde girl lifted herself up.

Rin furrowed his brow. “Not mama, it’s Emi,” he corrected his daughter, and a frown fell on her face. “Right.” Emi mumbled as she placed the little girl down. “So your room, you said?”

He nodded as she grabbed a few boxes that lay on the kitchen counter as she walked off. “Go watch TV, as long as you like; only for today, however,” he said as he patted his daughter on the head. “Yay!”

He quickly headed to the attic, which he’s been avoiding for weeks now. It was dusty and filled with old things; luckily, many were already placed in boxes.

Some remained unboxed, however. He went to the pile of things and grabbed a box.

Surprisingly, this was easier than he thought, as he quickly grabbed the dusty items and placed them in the box.

But a dusty grey leather book caught his attention. It said nothing, and he wasn’t sure why, but he was curious.

For Emi, she seemed to be doing better. Rin had packed most of the things, but she was still pondering why she even agreed to this.

She opened his drawer stand, and suddenly she was met with a picture of you. She loved you; you were her best friend.

But as she went through the pictures, she realised just how much you’ve taken from her. You were always better—in her eyes. Prettier and smarter is why she always studied her ass to best you.

As she went through the pictures of you, she reached the ones of you and Rin simply and one that included all three of you. All the way back in junior year of high school. It was Christmas, three weeks after you and Rin first started dating.

You had dragged her along despite the fact she wasn’t invited because you were “nervous to meet his parents and brother.” She was annoyed but went along.

It was fun, but she remembers exactly the feeling of jealousy. You win everything, and you just had to steal Rin from her.

You all stood in front of the camera, Rins arm across your shoulder, and she sat in a chair in front of you both, forcing a fake smile, which was nonexistent in Rins face.

The rest of the pictures were only you two, taken by Rins parents, who were excited for their son.

She got tears rolling down her cheeks as she crumbled up the picture and placed it in her pocket. “You just had to steal Rin from me; steal everything for me, bitch!” She whispered and yelled, making sure no one could hear.

Rin wouldn’t notice she took it or burned it.

Rin opened the book. Diary entry one. 6/8/2008 Huh, diary? Was this yours?

Lately, I’m not sure; maybe I’m imagining it. Rin has been quite distant. I don’t know why we’ve only been dating for a year; why is he already so distant? I think he might be going through something; I'm not sure. I’ll give him space. Other than that, life’s pretty good, I guess.

This is from... sixteen years ago?

Entry two. 3/4/2009. It has been some time since I completely forgot about this thing. Life isn’t that good, not anymore. I solved things with Rin. But my grades are dropping, and I’ve gained some fat. I hate my body right now. My parents aren’t proud; they keep comparing me to Emi. I hate that. Is it bad that I feel a little jealous? I’m not supposed to; she’s my best friend, and I love her. But all I can hear is how amazing she is all the time. I can't say this to Rin; I don't want him to worry. Im trying. I really am, I swear; I'm studying, I have a part-time job, and I'm working on losing fat—not in the best way, I guess, though.

He saw dried tear stains around the paper, which smudged some of the text.

Entry three. 4/6/2009. My parents found out I'd been staving myself; they got me a therapist. I guess it’s good to know they care. But god, they pitied Emi more when she broke down crying when she found out. Like, hello? I’m the daughter who’s been going through this eating disorder; why do you care how much I've saddened her? They should be worried about me, not her; you are my parents, not hers.

Entry four: 5/6/2009 Rin found out . Now he won’t leave my side; he saw how little my parents care. So, I’ve been going to his house lately. He reminded me to eat, and he watched me do it. I hate it, but I know he’s just looking out for me. I love him. He’s all I have right now, really. I guess I have Emi too, but she’s really just thriving in my parents attention right now. Don’t you have your own?

He skipped a few pages, which ended up leading him to the ones you’d written six years ago.

Diary entry, I don’t know; I lost count. 23/11/2018.

This was only three weeks before you died.

Fuck life. My hormones are all over the place. I love Mai; she’s so cute. She has Rin's beautiful eyes. But my body looks so bad again. I haven’t been eating lately; I’m trying. Emi’s noticed something’s up, but I think I’ve hidden it well. Rin is so much help; he stays up late and wakes up when she starts crying.

Diary entry: I still don’t know. 24/11/2018 I’ve relapsed again. Rin realised he was mad. He isn’t understanding; you think he’s just worried? I don’t know. Lately, my friends have been distant, even Emi. I don’t know, I miss them, but I need someone to talk to too. My mom only talks to me to ask about her grandchild; she never asks about me. She got mad when I told her I hadn’t spoken to Emi in a while either. I feel like crying; I want to so badly, but I know if I do, I will crumble.

Diary entry. ??? November 25, 2018. I feel detached from life; I don’t know. I feel so close to ending it. I’m still keeping it cool around Rin and my daughter, but it’s getting harder every day.

He closed the book there. That was the most he could read. No way was it suicide; you wouldn’t. It made him want to open that case again; you didn’t do it, no way you did.

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#bllk angst #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bluelock x you #bluelock #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #࿓ : file. (bllk) #࿓ : file. (beginning of the end)

[bitchinbarzal]

sign the papers | mat & mama

The house was awfully quiet when the kids were with Mat. The odd time when you kept Wyatt it was nice to have some company but she couldn’t talk or really understand anything yet.

You had called up Miles’ wife not long after the separation to ask her opinion on the split and a possible divorce. She was obviously concerned immediately but you explained what had happened and calmed her.

“sometimes marriages just run their course. we made five beautiful kids, we built a home, I just think me and mat want different things now”

The kids were confused, why there was now a daddy’s house and a mommy’s house. why they didn’t have movie night with their parents any longer.

Ivy tried listening to her parents when she was at home, listening while her dad cried on the phone to her grandma and her mom would stress out on the phone to her friends.

You had spoken to a lawyer, drafted up divorce papers, discussed financial settlements, custody of the kids.

When you saw Mat you had tried to mention it to him, softly. You knew how he felt about the whole thing.

You had managed to mention it when he dropped the kids back off, asking if he could come in and see Wyatt. You, of course, said yes.

You watched him come into the house, as if he’s never left it. He sat on the rocking chair in Wyatt’s nursery, rocking her to sleep and mumbling a soft story to her.

You watched them on the baby monitor, a soft smile as you listened to him talking to your baby.

“Hi sweet girl, hi meatball. I missed you, I’ve missed you so much”

You allowed them their time together while putting Ivy, Ryder and Bailey to sleep. When you’d both finished the night routine you met in the hallway, closing the opposing doors from one another.

“She asleep?” He asks about Ivy and you nod “out like a light”

He follows you down the stairs into the playroom where you begin cleaning up. Mat joins in, picking up stray toys the kids had thrown around.

“For being so little they make a massive mess” he jokes, breaking the silence.

You laugh “Yeah, they take after their dad I’m sure”

When the room is cleaned and tiny, you walk Mat to the door.

“Thanks for letting me put her to bed, it means a lot when I don’t have her-“

“I’m filing for divorce” you interrupted him.

You interrupted him telling you how much he appreciated his time with his daughter to tell him you were filing for divorce.

“Oh” is all he said

You nodded, biting your bottom lip “I just wanted to tell you before the papers came through in the mail”

He hums “So we’re not going to talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about Mat”

He laughs, viciously “You kicked me out of our house and we haven’t spoken since I feel like there was definitely a conversation in there somewhere!”

“Mathew, you need to leave”

“Stop doing that!” He exclaims “Doing what?”

“Calling me Mathew and making me leave when there is the slightest inconvenience for you! I want to save our marriage, I want to save our family and you don’t seem to care”

You took a deep breath and replied “I stopped being able to care a long time ago, Mat. Please just go and sign the papers when they come in”

He didn’t want to fight any longer, he couldn’t fight with you anymore. Not when you were being selfish and never listening to his point of view. At the bottom line of it all, he loved you regardless.

So instead, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, while his hand supported the back of your head.

“I will always love you, y/n. from the moment I met you until the day I die, I will always love you with my entire heart and soul and if there’s ever one thing I know I got right in this world, it’s you. No matter what the paper says, you’ll always be my girl”

A tear rolls down your cheek and your hand grasps onto his wrist before you begin to sob “Mat-“

“Shh, it’s ok baby. It’s ok, I’ll sign the papers if that’s what you want, I’m not going to fight you anymore. I just needed you to know that regardless of us fighting, shouting and balling at one another, you are my world”

You shook your head at him, sniffling “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He shrugs “I only have a little while longer as a husband I might as well try being a good one”

You watched him pull out of the driveway and down the street, tears falling off your face while you sobbed quietly.

The following days, Mat had a roadie so you had the kids full time. You had officially accepted your role back as doctor for the devils next season so you were getting back into watching hockey.

The kids had requested Mathew’s game against the Kraken be on the tv so they could watch and while it was late you couldn’t say no.

So you sat with them, Ryder on your lap while your fingers carded through his hair while you watched the islanders play.

After the game, the press had announced a big press conference with the islanders. You didn’t think much of it, they’d won so it was probably just the dramatics.

You were tidying the couch pillows when you heard the tv

“Mat, Lou informed us you had an important announcement to make this evening?” A reporter asks.

Mat nods “Yes, thank you. I wanted to make this announcement here, in Seattle where I was playing when I was drafted by the Islanders organisation in 2015. My time on Long Island has been nothing short of amazing and I will always reflect on the relationships I have developed with the community, my team and the organisation. Today, I announce my retirement from the national hockey league as a player as this season draws to a close. My family are of the utmost importance to me right now and I feel this is in our best interest”

You drop the pillow in your hand and gawk at the tv “what the fuck”

“Mommy said a bad word!” Ryder shouts, reminding you that the kids were with you.

“You’d be saying bad words too if you knew what was going on” you replied, picking up your phone to text Mat.

Instead you found a text already on your phone from him

this is for you, for us. the nhl is your dream, not just mine.

You smile at the message and look back at the tv where mat is being hounded by the media on his bombshell announcement.

When Mat finally got finished with media and all that came with his announcement he managed to pick up his phone and wade through the messages from friends, coaches and family to find your name. Only to find you’d left him on read.

When he arrived home, your nanny had dropped the kids off at his airbnb so he didn’t get the chance to speak to you. The nanny, Rita had given him a pile of papers too. He suspected it was bills, school letters you’d asked her to pass along and they were discarded onto the countertop.

The weekend with the kids passed too quickly and before he knew it you were picking them up for your week. Between the kids, the media and the organisation Mat hadn’t gotten a chance to sit down until the middle of the week, sitting at his breakfast bar looking at the divorce papers sat unsigned on the counter.

Next to it was the papers Rita had dropped off, he picked them up and began flicking through. Bills, tuition payments and then a brown envelope addressed to you.

He frowned and opened it, pulling out a white paper, the exact same as the one on his counter yet this had your name on it. These were your divorce papers.

His eyes scanned the paper for your signature, it was nowhere to be found. Part of him felt hopeful, you wouldn’t have sent him this if it didn’t mean anything.

But it had been days since Rita gave him these and you hadn’t said anything, so did it mean what he thought it meant?

Before Mat made himself crazy thinking of the possibilities with this, he got in his car and made his way to your house. Not before a stop on the way.

It was late and he knew the kids would be asleep, so he knocked lightly on the door just praying you were awake.

He waited nervously until he saw the porch light flicker on and you appear at the door in your pyjamas

“Mat? What are you- it’s eleven o’clock”

“I know, but I had to come here because I got your papers” he rushes, watching as a sleepy smile is painted on your face

“I was wondering when you’d open them”

“I, I opened it and I hope it means what I think it means” he replies.

You nod softly “It means, come home Mat, it means let’s talk about this, it means you don’t have to retire just to fix us”

He shakes his head “I retired because, you were right. This is the Mat show, I want it to be the Barzal’s. I want to be able to see you at work, in everything you do and be so proud of you because you’re amazing. I accepted an offer with management so I’m not completely out of a job”

You nod with a laugh “Good, can’t have you being bored”

He then sighs heavily and adds “The day I first asked you out I said could really see this being something real and I just couldn't let you slip away. I’m not letting you slip away from me, now or ever”

At his confession you reach out to place a hand on his chest “I love you, Mathew”

He groans lowly and you laugh “Mat, baby, my angel. I love You”

“That’s better” he smiles. You notice his hand is behind his back and you raise your eyebrow skeptically.

“What you got there?”

He brings his hand out and when you see it you laugh through teary eyes “It’s ivy! There’s no flower shops open this late”

#mat and mama #life of ivy

[lou-struck]

Fuel to the Fire

Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 4

Modern Au!

WC:1.6k

~You love getting the mail during the holidays but when you receive a letter you have no interest in looking at, your boyfriend has a solution. 

Warnings: Reader has a shit ex boyfriend, Guess who?, mentions of past relationship trauma, fear of abandonment, a bit of crying but its all good, happy ending.

Your fingers furiously dance across your keyboard as you search through your laptop. Your work is having a party at the end of the week to celebrate the holiday season, and they chose to do a Secret Santa gift exchange amongst the coworkers. 

When the time came for you to pick your Secret Santa out of the hat, you chose one of your friends from the other department. Immediately, you knew what you had to get for them. 

They are really into your city’s local music scene, so you wanted to throw in two tickets to see a new band they are interested in before they leave to go on tour. You are on the venue’s website, but when you go to buy the tickets, you realize they don’t actually go on sale until tomorrow.

With a frown, you shut your laptop, sliding it under the couch, hoping you’ll remember to get them tomorrow. 

As you wallow in your poor timing, the front door opens with enthusiasm. The chilly outside air clashes with the heat from the small flames that are dying out in your fireplace as your Fiance Kyojuro Rengoku walks in, “I’m home,” he declares happily, greeting the familiar walls you painted together with a big smile. The world around you seems to brighten up as if he had just pulled the sun from the cloudy sky and placed it in the center of your living room. His smile is infectious, and you find yourself returning it with one just as gleeful.

When his gaze of gold and Crimson lands on you, the look of pure, energetic joy becomes impossibly more so in a way that can make you feel like the only person in the world. “Guess what?” he asks, practically bounding towards you, his arms full of what you can only assume to be teaching materials. 

How is it possible to smile so much from simply seeing another person? Your cheeks hurt just a bit, but it’s well worth it. “What is it?” 

“Dinner is on its way,” he cheers. Setting the bumble of parchment down on the table to give you his full attention. “I ordered some food from that new place across from the school, and I heard from my students that it’s going to be Tasty.”

You can’t help the snort you make at his enthusiasm. To Kyojuro, any food that hits his plate is tasty, but still, your mouth waters at the prospect of an easy meal with your partner after a long day. “Thank you for ordering,” you say gratefully, wrapping your arms around his incredibly warm frame. 

It’s strange that no matter the temperature, he always runs hot. 

‘Probably because he is.’ you shamelessly think to yourself as he loosens his flame-patterned tie and unbuttons the top button from his off-white dress shirt. On anyone else, the combination could look strange, but with him and his two-toned golden and red hair, it looks natural.

“Guess what else I brought?” he grins, gesturing down to the pile of parchment he had abandoned in favor of giving you a squeeze. Upon closer inspection, you realize that they are not teaching materials at all; it’s a large stack of stamped envelopes.

“Are these all Christmas cards?” you ask excitedly, bending down and examining the pile more closely. There must be dozens of them here.

This year in particular, you and Kyojuro have been sent Christmas cards from practically everyone in your lives. It has gotten to the point that your small little mailbox has to be emptied daily. You have quite the collection of cards and love seeing pictures of your friends, family members, coworkers, and, of course, their pets. All the cheesy family-style photos fill your hearts with so much joy that the two of you have made a routine of opening them up together. 

Your fridge is completely covered in the cards, but you are sure there is room for more. Somewhere.

He laughs aloud, sensing your excitement. It has been a few days since you guys have had the time to go through all the cards, so there is a lot to catch up on. “I look forward to spending this time with you. I’ll go shower, and then we can look through them all together.”

 “Sounds perfect, Kyo, I’ll go grab the others and make us some tea.” you hum as he disappears down the hallway.

The gentle drumming of the showerhead can be heard down the hallway as you wander throughout your home, putting a kettle of water on the stove, toss a few logs on the dying fire, and pull out the large stacks of mail from the past few days to join with today’s haul. 

While it is true you have received an enormous amount of Christmas cards, you see other types of mail littered in the stack. Magazines, coupon sheets, bills. So you take it upon yourself to sort through the package before Kyojuro gets out of the shower. 

The large bushel of papers rests next to you on the couch as you begin to sort the mail into piles. One for junk mail and advertisements, one for bills and statements, one for coupons you would actually use, one for catalogs and magazines, and one much larger one for all your christmas cards. 

You listen to the wood crack in the fireplace as you peacefully read the labels on the various envelopes before you notice a single envelope with just your name printed on the front. You freeze, recognizing the return address belonging to your no-good-ex-boyfriend.

The same ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, repeatedly lied about it, and ran off to start some kind of cult.

Why would he be contacting you?

You have no love in your heart for that man. The best thing he ever did for you was break up with you so you could meet Kyojuro. 

The one who healed your battered heart with his genuine smiles and unconditional love.

Your mind’s going a million miles a minute as you worriedly wonder what you should do with this letter. 

You are so caught up with what to do with this damn letter you don’t notice Kyojuro come back into the room. His long hair is still damp from the shower as he comes to stand directly in front of you. “Our takeout is twenty minutes away~” he cuts himself off, and his usual relaxed smile drops when he sees the look of distress on your features. “What’s wrong, Fireball?”

What if he gets mad when he sees the letter and assumes the worst?

You drop your hand holding the letter quickly, guiltily, and look up at his with big eyes. “It’s nothing.” 

His features soften as he comes to sit next to you, not too close so that you can have your space until you can tell him what is bothering you. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.” his hand comes toward yours, and you tense up, believing he is going for the letter, but when it comes to rest gently on top of your own, your heart begins to beat again. 

‘He is kind,’ the voice in your head says to you. ‘He loves you and deserves the truth.’ 

With a deep breath, you show him the envelope. “It’s from him,” you say shakily. “I don’t know what he wants, but all I know is I don’t want anything to do with him.”

Kyojuro looks at you with nothing but gentleness and love in his eyes. “Do you want to open it?”

You shake your head quickly. You really don’t. Even holding this damn letter causes your skin to tingle and itch from stress. “I want nothing to do with him.” 

He nods supportively. “Would you want to get rid of it?” He waits for your nod before gently taking the envelope from your hand. 

“Thank you for being so cool about this,” you say softly, thinking back to years of gaslighting and guilt trips from relationships past. “I was worried you would think I was trying to communicate with him.”

There is a flash of pain in his eyes as he reaches out for you. But from the way he holds you against his beating heart, you know that the pain he feels is for you. “y/n, there is nothing in this world you could do to make me think any less of you. You are the spark that sets my heart ablaze.”

“That’s pretty hot, Kyo.” You sniffle quietly, your heart healed enough for you to make a pun. Even if no one else would laugh at your weak pun, Kyojuro’s laughter makes it seem like pure comedic genius. 

He hums and pulls a bit away from you, a gleam of inspiration in his gaze. “You have given me a wonderful Idea. Are you sure you want me to get rid of this letter?” he holds up the envelope with his usual bright smile as if it was as insignificant as junk mail.

“Yes, let’s toss it.” you giggle. 

“I have a better Idea,” he steps towards the fireplace and unceremoniously tosses the letter into the flames. They devour its new fuel, fluttering around the bricks in wild tendrils before dying down to their previous size mere seconds later.

As if it never existed in the first place...

Your eyes watch the last few scraps turn to dust, and you feel free.

“Just what I thought,” he laughs, placing his hands proudly on his hips in a little power pose. “Fire beats paper every time.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#demon slayer #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #Rengoku #x reader

[evan4ever]

hii, can i make a request about fem reader reassuring and comforting kit walker on all the scars and marks he got to his skin while he was in briarcliff, please? i think it would be pretty heartwarming to see someone finally caring for him and soothing his insecurities away yk... tysm

Scarred

Warnings: bit of a sad fic, talk about Briarcliff abuse/scars, just a short sweet fic for my baby Kit 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Months after Kit had finally gotten out of Briarcliff, he met you, the new warehouse worker at the mechanic shop he had started work at.

You.

You were sweet, nurturing, humble, and oh so beyond kind.

Everything Kit could ask for in a woman and more. You were, quite literally, perfect for Kit. And he wasted no time in his attempts to make you his.

First subtly. He’d glance at you often while working together. Make up excuses for new parts he needed just so he could see you a few extra minutes of the day. But you caught on quick, not that you minded. He wasn’t too bad to look at himself, and you were flattered by his want to see you.

Then he got more confident, sharing some cheesy jokes with you, throwing a pick up line out here and there, anything just so he could hear your contagious laugh and see your beautiful eyes light up.

But soon, your eyes lit up at just seeing him walk in the room, as his did yours for the few months prior. He knew he had won you over and so, he took his shot. Asked you to supper which you happily accepted. One date turned into four, then you were spending most of your evenings with him. Before long, you were his girlfriend, you were staying the night, and you even brought some belongings to keep at his place.

Kit was a gentleman, though. The two of you hadn’t had sex yet. You’ve come close, but anytime you initiated anything further than making out, he would stop.

“I want our first time to be perfect, y/n. I want to be everything you could ask for and more.” He’d reassure you when you questioned why he didn’t want to. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better boyfriend. He truly cared about your comfort.

But you had no idea the deeper reason he hadn’t wanted to have sex yet. Of course, he wasn’t completely lying when he’d reassure you, but he wasn’t being completely honest. Of course he wanted to have sex with you, he couldn’t wait and sometimes it physically hurt to stop the intense make-out session. He’d, truthfully, take you then and there, if you were truthfully ready for that step. But, he wasn’t ready for you to see his scars on his body, and he wasn’t ready to have to dive into the terrible details that came with knowing he was ever in Briarcliff. You had no idea, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.

He knew he’d have to tell you one day, he just wanted it to come very later in life.

But later in life wasn’t as far away as he thought it’d be.

Kit was currently in the shower. He was under the impression that you wouldn’t be over for another hour, so he gave himself the time to enjoy the hot water on his sore muscles while not having to worry about you walking in. He never showered when you were around, something else you wondered about but never asked. You respected his boundaries, always showering at your own home unless you were running late, to which you’d shower quick and careful not to be too revealing of yourself for his comfort.

But you had finished getting ready quick, and you had exciting news to share with Kit that you barely comprehended that he was half naked when you walked into his room without knocking. Your excitement overtook you, that your parents had sent two airline tickets to Florida to spend a weekend away with your current and most serious lover. You just wanted to share the news with Kit so he could share the excitement with you.

“Look what I’ve received in the mail, babe!!” You grinned wide, ear to ear, not even noticing his naked torso. Kit nearly fell over his bed when he heard your voice in his room, still having not expected you and given no time to prepare so you wouldn’t see his scars.

“Babe! Don’t ya know how to knock?!” Kit hissed as hurdled to the other side of his bed, reaching down for a shirt. You watched, confused. Seeing that he had a bare torso, you still didn’t understand the problem considering he had his jeans on. The most intimate of his places was completely covered.

“I… mean, yeah. I do. I’m sorry. I was just so excited that..” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his back when he stood to his feet to pull his shirt on. They remained there until his shirt covered the area, your eyes flickering to his face.

He didn’t look at you. He knew by the way your voice trailed, you had saw some scars. You noticed his clenched jaw as he looked down at the ground, silent.

“Kit? What were those?” You asked quietly, unsure of how to approach the subject but needing an answer. They weren’t even all of them and it made your stomach turn. You knew he had went through something traumatic and that hurt your heart. You needed to know so you could understand and be there for him the way he needed you to be.

“It’s nothin’. It’s… they’re just— they’re not important. Can we just go?” He decided to avoid the question, grabbing his nice jacket and walking past you, his hand taking ahold of yours to walk out but you stood your ground, pulling him back just barely. Kit looked straight, out into his living room, knowing you weren’t going to give this up. He also knew you deserved to know, now that you’ve seen them. He had avoided letting you see them for months on end now. It was only a matter of time.

“Kit, please” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you were not turned towards his body, your hands finding their way to his biceps where you held him gently, your thumbs rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “Please talk to me about this, babe.” You begged.

You felt his body sigh, relaxing in your comforting hold. You stepped closer to him, your front torso against his back and your arms falling around him in a hug. His head fell backwards against your shoulder, the side of his face leaning against the side of yours.

You both remained here, him silently preparing to explain everything to you while you just held him, silently letting him know you were there to listen, and love him regardless.

“It’s a really long story, y/n.” He sighed.

“We have all the time you need.”

Your dinner plans with each other were cancelled as he led you back into his room, letting you sit on his bed. You faced him while his back faced you, watching carefully as he slowly slipped his white shirt back off. You immediately took in the scars you hadn’t yet seen on his back and now, being up close, the severity of them. They, alone, brought tears to your eyes as you wondered what kind of monstrous human could do this to someone as sweet and kind as Kit Walker.

But your eyes widened as he slowly turned around, now facing you. You blinked repeatedly, as if trying to fix your vision in case you weren’t seeing clearly. But you were, seeing clearly that is.

His entire chest and abdomen were covered in more scars, just the same as the back. Kit still avoided your eyes, but you watched as he unbuckled his jeans and slowly pulled them off, revealing his scarred and burned legs.

Your breath was gone. You were winded. You didn’t know what exactly you expected, but it wasn’t this.

Kit stood now, nearly completely naked, in front of you. He adjusted his weight awkwardly as he still avoided your eyes, not that they were on his yet. You rose from your spot on his bed and approached him, slowly, Kit not moving giving you to O.K. to come close to him. Your hands carefully found his chest, tracing the deepest scar across from his chest to his abdomen, stopping right above his waistband of his whities. You truly couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Oh, Kit.. my love” you shook your head, your eyes now trying to find his though his remained on the wall to his left. Your hands found either side of his face, gently pulling him to align with yours which he hesitantly allowed. He looked down for a moment before his eyes finally flickered to meet yours.

They were glossy. You knew this was hard for him. You couldn’t even imagine. It scared you to find out what these were from. And you knew it scared him for you to find out.

“Nothing will ever scare me away from you. I promise that.” Your thumbs caressed his cheek. “Nothing you’ve gone through will make me love you any less.”

Kit studied your face, your eyes holding nothing but sincerity. You were telling the truth, and he knew you’d never lie to him. Not about this.

His hands met over top of yours that were still holding his face, he grasped them and carefully brought them down to between your chests, holding onto them for fear life it seemed.

“Have you ever heard of Briarcliff?” Kit finally spoke, his voice shaky. You thought for a moment, knowing the name sounded familiar but not quite sure where from.

Until it dawned on you.

Briarcliff, the insane asylum. You’ve heard horror stories about the place, but never actually believed the place was real. It was always told to you as a child that if you didn’t behave, your mother would drop you off and let the monsters inside teach you a lesson. You truly believed it was a made up place by your mother to keep you from acting out in public.

“I thought that place was just a myth.” You whispered, truthfully.

Kit just shook his head, sighing sadly.

Then you thought about the horror stories you’d heard as you grew up. Believing it was a place all mothers made up together. You had friends that talked about it, about the terrible things that their parents told them happened to their families there. It scared you, but eventually you had forgotten about it completely.

“So… it’s real. But, it’s an asylum, right? Why would you have ever needed to go there?” You questioned. Never once did Kit seem to have any “problems”. He was just too perfect to have had any kind of mental illness or to have done something so extreme that he’d end up in a place like that. You couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t.

“I was wrongfully accused awhile back. About two years ago.” He nodded. You nodded along with him, letting him guide you both to sit back down on the bed, his hands remaining on yours. “I had an amazing life before. I had a wife..” he glanced at you, your eyebrows raising high in surprise. But you nodded, telling him to continue. “I can’t really explain it, something weird happened. My wife disappeared, and I was told later that she’d been murdered, and that I was the main suspect. I then was accused of being Bloody Face, killing other women in town.” Kit stared hard at your guys’ hands as he talked about this. “I was put in Briarcliff, beaten and burned daily to try to break me. They believed I did it, and that I was crazy. They almost had me believing them.” He chuckled lightly, your head tilting to the side as you just listened. “But I knew I didn’t kill no one. Especially not my Alma. Eventually, I was proven not guilty and released. And Y’know, I even forgave Sister Jude.” He met your eyes as you gazed at him. “She did the worst of it all, and I forgave her.”

“Because you’re a kind human, Kit.” You stated, giving his hand a squeeze. It didn’t surprise you that he’d forgive his abuser. That’s just the kind of person he is.

He smiled slightly, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He went quiet for a moment, then continued. “A lot of things about Briarcliff and even before are blurry. Some things don’t make sense. But I had to learn to stop questioning or it was gonna drive me mad. And that’s when I met you.” His eyes met yours again, lit up in a way you hadn’t seen since this conversation started. “You helped me stop asking questions and just let it be. You took my mind off of everything. Made it seem like nothing more than a bad dream. But then my scars… they had to be there to remind me that it all really did happen. And I didn’t want you to judge me, or think I was crazy. I was scared of losing you when you were the only thing to keep me sane.” He spoke, honestly.

You let out a small sigh, leaning forward until your forehead was against his. Your eyes closed, feeling him so close. His hands found their way to either side of your face, holding you to him, almost afraid to let go.

“I’ll never leave you, not for anything, especially not for this. I’m just so sorry you ever had to go through it, and that I couldn’t have been there sooner for you.” You felt him smile against your skin before bringing his lips to your forehead for a long, deep kiss.

“I should’ve known that sooner, suga. I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

You pulled yourself back just enough to meet his eyes again before leaning into his lips this time. Your lips lingered on the others for awhile before parting.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just know your scars are apart of who you are, they’re apart of your story, you know? They make me sad, but they don’t bother me or make me not want to be here with you. Don’t ever be ashamed of them around me, okay?” You looked at him hopeful, and he nodded with a small smile.

“I love you, so damn much.” He mumbled as he pulled your face back to his in another kiss, this time much more passionately, not that you minded at all.

When he pulled back again, he immediately pulled you to his chest, hugging you so sincerely, finally releasing all the stress he ever held onto now that you finally knew. You finally knew, and you stayed. He couldn’t be more grateful.

“I love you too. So damn much.” You smiled against his chest.

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Hi.

I love reading ‘A Blooming Romance’ that you did. Can I request a similar situation but with Riddle, Silver and Deuce?

Hope you have a good day❤️

Thank you for the request.  I’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed my flower piece enough to ask for more. I hope you enjoy this one just as much!

Another Blooming Romance

Forget-me-nots: Faithful love, undying hope, memories

You see Riddle pick up the package of stationary from his mail slot and turn it over.  He fingers the delicate blue blossoms lightly.  “Prefect,” he calls to you, “do you know who sent this to me?”  Of course you do, it was you but you don’t intend to tell him that.  “Ah, no.  I didn’t see anyone come in with that.” You lie so smoothly that the dorm leader doesn’t question you.  He purses his lips and regards the package one last time, “Forget-me-nots.  How shall I remember them when I don’t even know who they are?”  He does not wait for an answer but turns sharply and walks from the mail room with a sharp click of his heels echoing along the corridor.

You felt a brief wave of guilt for having been dishonest with Riddle.  Ah, Riddle.  You smile as you think of the studious dorm leader of Heartslabyul.  You had admired his determination, both in class and with his personal growth, seeking out ways to become closer to his dorm students.  You’d watched from the sidelines as the earnest dorm leader had become more friendly with Ace and Deuce; but not much with you.  Not that he was rude, it was just that you had limited reason to interact outside of the few brief moments you might cross paths; mostly in the common room of Heartslabyul when you visited your first-year friends.

So, it was a relief when Crowley placed another odd job on your shoulders; to sort and deliver the school mail.  You might think that a magical place like Twisted Wonderland would have magical mail service but surprisingly, you set out each morning from Ramshackle with a cart to the front gate to collect a bin of letters from a postal worker.  Then you hauled the load back to the main campus building where there was a small room filled with numbered cubbies for each student to receive mail.  You had struggled at first to learn the system but, over time, you’d gotten the hang of the organization.  You could now quickly tell from a letter what section it belonged to (the second for Savanahclaw) and what rows (sixth through eighth for a second year) and sort your mail out before classes even began.

You never did though.  Crowley had given you permission to miss the first period study hall and attend to your mail delivery duties instead.  By lingering all period long, you’d discovered you had the opportunity to be in the mail room after first period when HE arrived.  Riddle lived by a schedule so consistent that you could set your watch to it.  Every school day, he arrived five minutes after the end of first period to collect his mail.  It was the highlight of your day.  You watched him with a secret smile as he entered the small space and ran his gaze along the rows of cubbies, searching out his box.  Riddle was always polite to you, greeting you properly each day. 

“Good morning, Prefect.” Riddle greets you with a small smile.  “Good morning, Dorm Leader Rosehearts,” you greet him in return.  You aren’t as close as you’d hope but each day you try to learn a little more about him.  “How is the rose-painting going?  I hope Ace and Deuce haven’t slacked off on you!”  Riddle gives you a long-suffering sigh, “I wish my own dorm students were as hard-working as you, Prefect.  We could certainly use some of that spirit when preparing for an Unbirthday Party.” 

He hadn’t exactly said he wanted your help but he also hadn’t said NOT to help either.  Only, you pondered throughout the day, how could a magic-less student possibly assist a great mage like Riddle?  The answer had come a day later when Riddle had off-handedly commented on the need to go to the school shop on the weekend to replenish his stock of stationary.  He lamented the need to delay until the weekend, at all times preferring to accomplish tasks with utmost promptness, but his busy schedule had not afforded him time for idle shopping until then.  You agreed with Riddle that it really was QUITE a shame but secretly were overjoyed at the prospect of finding a way to help out your crush.

On the way back from the school store, you took a short cut through a field of wildflowers and came across some small blue blossoms.  Forget-me-nots.  You smiled at the little familiar flowers.  So, they existed in this world as well.  It was like a gentle wish from your past not to forget all of the good moments.  On a whim, you pulled up a sprig of flower and tucked it in the wrapping on the stationary.  You hoped that Riddle would receive the sentiment as you had, and not forget the good moments you shared together. 

That first special delivery had left you conflicted.  You’d been too shy to give your gift in person, instead choosing to leave it as a secret admirer.  Only, Riddle had seemed so troubled by the idea of receiving a package from an unknown sender.  “I don’t understand,” he told you the next day, “why wouldn’t you sign your name so the recipient can properly thank you?”  He sounded so forlorn.

“Ah, maybe they are too intimidated to talk to you.  You are the one who represents the great spirit of the Queen of Hearts, after all.” You try to encourage Riddle to a better mood but your attempt only makes him frown at you.  “Is that how you think of me?  Like some unapproachable figure?  I’m just a person, Prefect.”  You are left gaping at his response as he turned heel and left you alone to contemplate your situation.

Had you mis-stepped?  You had not intended to confess to Riddle, but rather to just admire him silently during your morning rendezvous.  Are you wrong?  Is it selfish of you to leave him wondering about you while you sit on your secret alone?  It was a thought that stayed with you all day and into the next.  You think about this as you return to the school store.  Ace had off-handedly mentioned that Riddle had a torn glove on his riding uniform and you wanted to help him by gifting him a kit to mend it. 

On the way back to the mail room for your daily shift, you grab another sprig of forget-me-nots and add them to your gift.  Perhaps it was a bit hypocritical of you, but it was your special thing now.  You looked sadly at the blooms that represented all your hopes for your relationship and yet knew when you arrived, you’d slide the package into the mail cubby anonymously again.

You waited guiltily until Riddle arrived to pick up his mail, as reliable as always.  He sees the package and tenses, an angry expression crossing his face.  “Prefect, I though I had made myself clear,” he speaks to you in a heated tone.  “Wha…What do you mean?” you ask nervously.  He looks at you with a disappointed look, “I live in a dorm with Cater.  Did you really think you could keep this secret?  Rosaria had been so eager to gossip about it.”  You flip your eyes to the painting that hangs across the hall and notice the occupant of said painting was eating up this drama like it was high value entertainment.  You suppose that when you are stuck in a painting, any drama is probably high value.  Of course, she would have taken the opportunity to mention it to her acquaintance, Cater, and hope for some additional amusement.

You shoot the painted girl an annoyed look and shut the door, depriving her of the satisfaction of a scene.  You cast your eyes downward and turn to face the angry Dorm Leader.  “I’m sorry Riddle.  I just didn’t think it did any harm.  I could help out and you could still be free to study and complete your dorm responsibilities.  That is all I wanted, just to help.” His brow furrows but his color returns to a normal shade, indicating that while vexed, he was considerably less angry.  “All my life, decisions are being made for me.  First by my mother and now by you.  All I want is to be able to make my own choices for once.  Is that too much to ask?” 

You gasp and look up at him, shocked by his admission.  And really, he was right.  This should be his choice.  “Riddle,” you shakily start, “I like you.  I like you a lot.  You are so smart and brave and…and…I just can’t forget you.”  Then you bow your head and wait for his response.  He lets out a little huff.  “Straighten that posture, Prefect.”  A hand enters your vision holding the spring of flowers.  “Forget you?  How can I when I have this?”  He gestures for you to take it.  You blush and accept the flowers.  “Meet me later for tea?  Don’t forget.”  You flash him a beaming smile and tightly grasp the stem.  No, you wouldn’t forget.

Heather: Protection, wishes will come true

There was something about Silver, you thought as you picked a sprig of wild heather and handed it off to a bird.  He was charming and kind, just like the princes of fairy tales you’d read as a child.  You liked to walk with him on your way to class when you could.  He was naturally quiet, so you chattered away at him instead.  You once asked him if he minded the way you monopolized the time and he told you that he was actually grateful for your company; it keeps him awake!

Not only was Silver charming, but he was also safe.  A magic-less student in a school like NRC attracted a lot of unwelcome attention.  Your first week had been a nightmare; students from many dorms had sought you out to gawk at the odd student.  Some had done more than gawk; causing you to take more than a few bruises.  That was how you’d first met Silver. 

“Where are you going little mouse?” mocked the brawny student stalking you.  You had ducked into a closet and waited, hoping he’d overlook your hiding spot.  You’d hoped in vain.  With a sudden jerk, the door flew open.  You raised a hand, blocking the light that blinded you, only to have the student grab that hand and use it to pull you out of your hideaway.  You’d cowered, waiting for a blow to fall but it never did.  When you dared raise your gaze, you’d seen a vision straight from a tale.  A silver-haired knight standing between you and your attacker. 

And from that day on, that was what he was to you, your Silver knight.  His mere presence was enough to intimidate most students and, for those foolish enough to challenge him, his skills proved worthy of his reputation.   You still fondly remember the panicked look on that student’s face as he ran down the hall.  Silver never gloated though, he only turned to you with that calm look and asked if you were alright.  Yes, you thought, you were more than alright. 

You handed off another sprig of heather off to a squirrel as you remembered the soft, sleepy look Silver had as he escorted you to class that morning.  He had taken it upon himself to guard you in addition to his young master, when he was able.  There was little you could do to properly thank him for such a service.  One day, you’d asked a small songbird that you felt followed Silver around to deliver a wildflower you plucked to your knight.  The bird had given you a proud shake of feathers, as though thrilled to be chosen for such a mission.  Then, it took the flower and flown off.  When you encountered Silver later, he had tucked the flower behind his ear.  Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you thought Silver had a small smile upon his somewhat stoic face.

From then on, you took to picking and sending Silver flowers via the cute forest creatures that had befriended him.  Rook had come upon you picking flowers one day and joined you.  While choosing flowers, he had regaled you with the many meanings of the wildflowers you’d found.  One had especially caught your attention.  Heather was a perfect flower for your knight.  It expressed the appreciation you had for his protection and your secret wishes that you’d manage to someday make him your own Prince Charming.  You usually sent a variety of flowers but always included a sprig of heather.

A cold wind tousled your hair and caused you to frown.  An owl gave you an inquisitive hoot and you turned to him, “Fall is coming.  Soon the last of the wildflowers will be gone.”  You hold a flower in your hand and regard it with a melancholy expression.  “I’ve sent him these flowers all season long but soon I won’t be able to anymore.  I wonder if my feelings will continue to reach him then.”  The owl gives you another hoot and you take it as encouragement.  “I know, I believe that too.” You smile and hand off the last flower to the owl.  “Go and deliver him my flower and love.” 

You smiled gently as you watched the owl fly off and then set off back to Ramshackle.  You wandered slowly, enjoying the last of the warm weather on your way back.  Before making it back to the dorm, you were surprised to hear a fast packed clipping of boots on the cobbled path.  It was rare to see other students on this out-of-the-way path.  You paused and turned to see who it might be and were surprised to see Silver hurriedly striding your way. 

Your heart started pounding; there was little reason to be coming down this path if not to see you.  You look at him expectantly and, sure enough, he comes to stand in front of you.  “Ah, Silver.  I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” you offer in a questioning tone.  He smiles a small sheepish smile and places a hand to his temple.  “Mr. Owl gave me your message and I had to come.”  You looked at him confused but then noticed the flower in his hair.  It was the same one you’d handed to the owl before coming home for the night. 

“The…the owl.  Right,” you add nervously.  You vaguely remember saying some embarrassing things to that owl.  Surely, the owl couldn’t have actually TOLD Silver what you’d said, could it?  Silver blushes a small amount and pulls the flower from his hair and hands it to you.  “I feel the same.”  You only hesitate a moment before accepting the flower.  “You, you do?”  Silver smiles at you gently.  “Yes.  I’ve been hoping for you to confess for a while now.  Fa..Lilia told me it was best if I waited until you were ready.  I’m so glad you finally decided it was time.” 

You glance around and see the owl looking at you from a nearby tree.  When you meet its eye, it raises its wings as though to say, ‘Good for you two!’  You turned your attention back to Silver, who was patiently waiting for your response.  You hesitantly hold out your hand and Silver grasps it and tugs gently, inviting you to come closer.  So you do, leaning gently against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.  “Is it really ok to be this happy?” you ask him in a dreamy voice.  Silver’s voice reaches you ears, “Yes, for now and ever after.”

Gladiolus: Strength of character, sincerity, generosity

You and Deuce were a lot alike.  People were always telling you that.  Perhaps it was the earnest spirit you possessed, the one that made you want to work hard to prove yourself as the magic-less Prefect of Ramshackle dorm.  Or maybe it was just how naïve you were.  You and Deuce had secretly smuggled the eggshells out of the Heartslabyul kitchen the last time you helped Trey bake.  Deep in the rose maze, you held a little funeral for the chicks who might have been before burying the shells in the compost heap.  You felt like you might cry and turned to Deuce to see he was already letting heavy tears fall upon his cheeks.  You had smiled and held his hand, knowing you had found a kindred spirit.

There were some differences though.  While Deuce was athletic, you were sort of clumsy.  Which felt really unfair; you already had no magic and now you suck at the regular portion of gym class too!  Deuce was always supportive of you, even when you fail miserably.  “You can do it, Prefect!  FIGHT ON!”  You turn and look at him, “Deuce, I appreciate the cheer but I’m only waist height up this rope.  I don’t think I’m going to make it to the top.”  Deuce gives you a startled look before putting his fist to his chest and very seriously remarking, “Don’t worry about it, there are plenty of fish in the sea.”  It made no sense really, but somehow, it still makes you feel better.  You give your dear, dear friend a gently smile from where you cling desperately to the rope, “Thanks Deuce, I needed that.”  He perks up happily, always pleased to have assisted you.

You just wish that you could find a way to help him out too.  It felt like he was always the one encouraging you and never the other way around.  At least once, you’d like to be the one cheering him on, helping him find that extra oomph to pull through.  Only, you were barely in the same lessons.  Coach Vargus was always giving you remedial tasks for your class while the athletic Deuce was running laps or taking flying lessons with the rest of the students.  You could shout from across the field, but how would he know the shouts were for him? 

“I’m just here to help you stretch,” Jack says to you with some confusion as to why you are saying all this aloud.  You look up at him and sigh, “I know but you are such a good listener.  I just can’t help but want to talk out my problems when you are around.”  Jack looks away and puts a hand in his hair, rubbing his head in embarrassment, “You know you could always come to our track meets.  I’m sure Deuce would like to have you in the stands cheering for him there.”  You jump up and clasp your hands in front of you, “Jack!  That is a great idea!”  You give Jack an enthusiastic hug and then bound away, your spirits mightily lifted.

You spent that night thinking about how to best show your support for Deuce and came up with an idea.  You vaguely recall that the way to congratulate a race winner was by putting a wreath of flowers around their neck.  You were a little unsure if this was just for horses but figured that it was the thought that counted most.  You weren’t entirely sure where you could come up with a flower wreath but figured you’d go where everything was…

“IN STOCK NOW!!!” Sam assures you when you tell him of your needs.  You were relieved that Sam seemed to understand what you’d been going for when you explained your idea to him.  He even gave you some helpful suggestions on flowers based on flower language, which was a mystery to you.  Sam asked you to tell him about the person the flowers were for; not just his personality but what he meant to you. 

You had tried to capture the feeling, but it was difficult; how do you describe a person who is like your best friend, brother, and partner all in one?  You tried though.  You told Sam about how Deuce always tried his best, even when it was something he knew he wouldn’t succeed in.  You told him about how Deuce isn’t afraid to tell you about his mistakes.  You value his honesty and feel inspired by the way he looks forward to how he plans to improve rather than dwelling on his failings.  Lastly, you tell Sam about the events that inspired your gift; the way Deuce always goes out of his way to give you support.  Sam smiles at you kindly, “So you need a gift for your boyfriend.”  You jump back, “N.N.NO!  He’s not, I mean we’re not…Ah, it’s not like that!”

Sam chuckles at you mischievously but let’s your awkward denial stand.  “Of course, little imp.  I have just the thing to encourage a…special friend and it’s IN STOCK NOW!”  Your relief was palatable; both because you’d found a way to encourage Deuce and because you hadn’t been forced to look too deeply at your relationship with your friend.  Because you were just friends and…and that is all you want…right?  You shake your head, banishing any wayward thoughts and smile at the suave businessman, “Yes, I’ll take it.  Thank you, sir!”

When the day of the track meet arrived, you returned to the Mystery Shop to retrieve your item.  When you saw the bright red flowers braided into the wreath, you gasped in delight.  “Sam, this is perfect!  He’s sure to notice me from the stands now.  I’m sure my feelings will reach him!”  Sam passes you a knowing smile, “Good luck, little Imps.  And if you need anything in the future; notebooks, shoes, …rings; you know where to come.”  With a last wink, Sam withdraws into the shop and you jog off. 

You arrive at the track and field area where bleachers have been set up to hold spectators.  You climb up to the very top of a set, hoping the height will make you even more visible.  Your gaze scans the students warming up below, searching for Deuce.  “You came to my meet!” an excited voice exclaims to your side.  “Ack!” you yell in surprise, nearly taking a tumble off the back of the bleachers.  “Whoa!” Deuce exclaims as he grabs your arm, steadying you, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

You laugh sheepishly, clutching your gladiolus wreath before realizing you were perhaps crushing the flowers.  “Oh, OH!  This is for you!” you say as you thrust the wreath out to him.  “Ah!  Thanks?” Deuce says in confusion.  “I wanted to congratulate you on your win!”  Deuce seems satisfied with your answer but rubs his head and remarks, “But I haven’t won anything yet…” You jump in surprise, realizing you’ve made a silly error after being startled.  You pull the wreath back into your hands, “Ah! Then, then I’m just going to hold it here until you do.  So go win and then come back so I can congratulate you!”  Deuce gives you a beaming smile with his fist to his chest, “That’s right!  I’m all fired up now!  Just you wait!”  Then he runs off, still smiling, to join the rest of the runners.

You were hoarse from shouting your encouragement by the end of the event.  Both Deuce and Jack do well but Deuce only manages to take home second place in the sprint.  You find him afterward leaning with his forehead against a wall.  “Deuce,” you call out uncertainly.  Deuce doesn’t look at you and instead slides down into a squat.  “I didn’t win.  I disappointed you.”  You hurriedly rush to his side, “Not at all!  You did so well!”  With a flip of your wrists, you toss the wreath over his head.  “Congratulations Deuce.  You didn’t win the race but I’m sure you’ve won something.” 

Deuce looks up at your suddenly with a blush settling on his cheeks.  “Did I?” he asks nervously, “I’ve been trying to for so long that I’d almost given up.  I thought you didn’t think of me that way but now,” he slides his hand over the bright flowers, “I see I was wrong.”  He gently takes your hand and lets out a breath that is have laugh and half sigh of relief.  When he squeezes your hand, your heart thumps wildly, turning your feelings into a pit in your stomach.  Then Deuce laughs again and this time it is fully joyful, rising all the way to his eyes, crinkling up his cheeks and showing where he will someday have laugh-lines.  When you hear the sound, it settles in you and suddenly you no longer feel confused.  You find yourself laughing with him, squeezing his hand back tightly.  Ah, so that was it.  You were in love with Deuce; your best friend and partner.  You wonder mildly if anyone else noticed.  Probably not.

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🍙﹒星 — day 4 featuring tenma tsukasa

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❝sooo.. i know i don't really know mango very well but seeing as tsukasa is on their favorite characters how about tsukasa for their birthday event for slot 4? <3 ❞

━━❝I love hearing your voice even when we are so far away from each other❞

You loved being somewhere different. The scenery was gorgeous, the food was amazing, and the new fashion? You were in love with all of it… The diversity in clothing styles, makeup styles, and hairstyles was everything you wanted to see. 

You were glad to take the chance you’ve been dying for… But, something wasn’t right.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

You loved the rare quietness you got from time to time… But, being somewhere totally new with nobody was isolating.

Of course, there were other classmates, but they weren’t considerable as friends.

There were many friends back at home and it was never lonely. Hanging out with friends was awesome, but what was more awesome was being with him…

You sighed, reviewing the pictures you took on your camera on your laptop. ‘Who knew taking pictures all day was such an exhausting thing…’

As much as it was boring, it was also slightly entertaining to see where your day led you. Plus, you had many pictures to show your friends once you got home.

Call it unprepared, but you didn’t realize that you would need to purchase cellular internet for another country. So, you were offline for the next week until you could get the chance to make a plan.

Falling backward into the chair, you groan. “This sucks…”

Ring!

You jolted upwards, looking around the room. “What the hell?”

The noise was heard again, and it came from the hotel phone. You laughed softly before scooting the chair backward and stood up, walking towards the phone.

You pick the phone up and hold it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Ah- I finally got it!” The voice on the other end exclaimed.

Eyebrows furrowed, you tilt your head to the side slightly. Laughing awkwardly, “Who is this?”

“You don’t recognize the sound of my terrific and mighty voice, co-star!?”

…

“Tsukasa!”

“AHA! You guessed right, my amazing co-star! I can never get anything past you!.”

“Wait,” You paused. “How did you find my room’s number? I couldn’t even text anyone!”

It took a moment for Tsukasa to answer. “I asked your instructor what hotel you were staying at! The process was long but unimportant! What matters now is that we are speaking!”

You laughed at him with a small smile, sitting on the bed.

“Everybody has been missing you, my co-star!”

“Now?”

Even though you couldn’t see him, the smile on his face was screaming from the other end of the phone. “Of course! I wouldn’t dare lie to you!”

“Oh no, of course you wouldn’t.”

Tsukasa suddenly sighed. “I can’t believe you had forgotten the fact you had to buy a new plan when you left the country!”

“It slipped my mind…” You sighed, rubbing the side of your head. “I was busy planning everything else! I would have gotten the international plan for the time being if I remembered!”

“That’s why you should have a bright calendar like me!” He beamed. “Every shining star must have one, you know?”

“I’ll be sure to get a calendar once I’m home,” You smiled.

It was silent for a moment until Tsukasa mumbled something softly.

“Hm?”

“How is it there!?” He asked loudly, causing you to drag the phone away for a moment then back to your face.

“It’s honestly so nice here,” You explained. “It’s so beautiful. The sites are amazing and- I wish I could show you and everyone else. But- the culture here is fascinating! I had gotten the chance to speak to some locals and some traditional clothing stores and I’ve gotten a great chunk of history on some of the culture here! Oh and also- the food is so tasty!”

Tsukasa listened quietly with delight as you continuously spoke about the new place you had been staying at. He liked how much you loved the new place and how passionate you were about it…

“Sounds fun… We and our friends should all go to the shining future together!”

You laughed with a smile and nodded. “I think we should too- oh, but I have to go soon. I need to finish up some homework before tomorrow.”

“Oh. Of course! A light has to do their work to make sure they can truly become the shining stars they’re made to be! Just like me!”

“You get it.”

The silence came back. It felt like he had something to say but at the same time, not really… It was hard to tell…

“Co-star?”

You hummed a small tune in response.

“I love hearing your voice.”

You were silent, still smiling, before becoming confused. “Huh?”

“I truly love hearing your voice whenever I can,” He softly said, contrasting with how he usually spoke. “I love hearing your voice even when we are so far apart. It’s comforting to hear! Not as comforting as mine but-”

You burst into a small laughter before he could finish his sentence. “You’re so sweet, Tsukasa. I honestly feel the same about you… it’s pretty quiet and lonely without hearing your voice every so often,” You breathed out a laugh.

It was silent again but felt more complete. “I’m glad you feel the same way!” He laughed. “Nobody can get enough of the star! It’s an after-star effect!”

“What the heck is that?”

“The effect after seeing someone amazing on stage who was truly so amazing you want to see more of them!”

You laughed again with a fond laugh on your face.

…

“Well, I should let you get back to work now, huh co-star?”

“It’s probably for the best,” You shrugged. “Call me tomorrow around this time again. I’ll make sure to finish my work early so we can talk for longer.”

Tsukasa laughed. “Alright! Farewell, my amazing co-star! I shall speak to you tomorrow!”

“Goodbye Tsukasa.”

You put the phone down before pausing, just remembering the conversation then laughed. How much of a dork he was…

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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I'd Rather Be Sleeping

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: these two have always been a hot ass mess 😭

Synopsis: First Lady can never get up on time for school, so her boyfriend helps her in any way that he can

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by the gorgeous @softtcurse love ya bby!! 😘

Read Asking For It first

Jack rolled his eyes as your phone went straight to voice-mail once again.

This was the fifth time in a row.

It was Friday morning and the two of you were supposed to be on your way to school within the next 45 minutes.

But, this was the usual.

You would always shut your alarm off because you hated loud noises and went back to sleep.

Instead of hitting snooze so that it would go off in another five minutes, you turned it completely off.

So, your alarm clock quickly became your boyfriend who just so happened to live across the street.

Jack grabbed his backpack along with his keys and began to make his way across the street to your house hoping that you were awake and was getting ready so that the two of you could leave.

He reached under the mat for the spare key and quickly made his way inside.

Your parents as well as your older sister would always leave the house before 6 am so there was nobody to wake you up so that you could get ready on time.

After taking the steps two at a time, he softly knocked on your pink bedroom door at the end of the hallway in the hopes of you being awake.

Of course he was met with silence.

He opened the door to see you still sleeping soundly with the teddy bear he had gotten for you this past Valentines Day.

He took a minute to admire how cute you looked before breaking you out of your slumber.

"Baby!"

"Mmm.”

“Get up.”

“Go away." You mumbled while hugging the bear closer to you.

"Baby, get up and get ready! We're going to be late!"

"No."

"Y/N!"

"Can't you just come and lay down next to me? We can skip today."

"Not when we have an exam third period."

"Oh fuck, is that today?"

"Baby! I've been reminding you all week!"

"What time is it?"

"6:45! Get your ass up!"

"Oh shit!"

"Did you turn your alarm off again?"

"Ehh, probably." You replied while shrugging and swinging your legs out of the bed.

You basically ripped off your pajamas before hopping in the shower as Jack sat on your bed and scrolling through his phone to keep him occupied.

At this rate, he knew that he was going to be here for awhile.

"Babe! You wanna join me?"

"Stink, we CANNOT be late! You're about to get detention for a week if you keep playin."

"Boo, you're no fun."

You walked back into your room with a towel wrapped around you and proceeded to make your way to your closet in order to find something to wear.

“Baby please don’t take forever picking out something to wear. Besides, I thought you picked out your outfit last night?”

“Hmm, I don’t want to wear that anymore.”

“Y/N!! We do NOT have the time.”

“Relax, it won’t take me long.” You reply while kissing him.

Once you finally decided on your outfit which took another ten minutes with Jack eyeing you and the time on his phone, you dropped your towel right in front of Jack and he couldn’t do anything but groan.

“Seriously?”

“What? You want me to get dressed don’t you? And you are in MY room the last time I checked. I definitely asked you if you wanted to join me in the shower and you said no. So deal with it.”

“Not fair, babe. We have somewhere to be.”

“If you say so, Jackman.”

“We literally have a month and a half until we graduate.”

“So?”

“Y/N!!”

“It’s not like either of us are actually going to college anyway, so why am I putting in so much effort?”

“So that your parents don’t kill you.”

“Hmm, good point.”

Once you had gotten dressed it was then time for you to do your hair. You sat down at your vanity and proceeded to take it down out of the bonnet. 

You decided on a slicked back ponytail since that was one of the easier styles that you tend to do and it didn’t take very long.

However, this morning it was taking a little while longer because you couldn’t get the right side of your hair to lay down how you wanted it to with the edge control.

And your boyfriend was getting antsy.

“Baby, that style literally only takes you five minutes, what’s the hold up?”

“My baby hairs won’t lay right this morning! I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Y/N, come onnnnn.”

“Hush it Jackman and let me focus. You having a fit is not helping me in the slightest.”

Once you were finally satisfied, you started to get up from your vanity and put on your shoes, but then you had a realization.

“Oh, I need to do my makeup too. Almost forgot.”

“BABE!”

“Now should I do a smoky eye or use the pink eyeshadow?”

All Jack did was groan in response and you poked him so that he would answer you.

“Smoky eye matches better with your outfit, now come on!”

“You sure are being more bossy than usual this morning.”

---

"Smush, can we get food? I'm hungry." You asked as the two of you were finally settled in Jack’s car.

He didn’t care if there was anything else that you forgot to do at this point, he was going to get you out of the house one way or another.

"No stink, we're already 20 minutes late."

"Please? My treat and besides I need you to eat something to be able to focus in class. It’s a thank you for coming to get me and waiting for me this morning." You replied as you kissed his cheek.

"Babe..."

"It's already on the way!"

"If you didn't take so long doing your hair and makeup we might have been able to."

"Whaa? You said you liked when I did my hair like this and that it was pretty!"

"Yes, it is. But now we're late. I woke you up in enough time to be there before the first bell rang."

“Please, please, please.”

Jack eased the car to a red light before looking over at you and sighing.

He literally could never tell you no.

Especially when you started to pout and gave him puppy eyes which you were currently doing.

“You want your usual smush?” You asked and he simply nodded his head.

It was now 7:57 and the two of you strolled into first period holding hands with the big bag of McDonald’s in Jack’s hand that wasn’t occupied by yours. Class had started at 7:25.

This was the one class that all of PG had together, which involved all of you cracking jokes and not really paying attention but it was an elective and therefore an easy A.

The two of you made your way to the back corner where everyone else was already seated and they all had looks of disbelief on their faces. 

“Y/N, are you ever going to get here on time?” Urban piped up and asked. 

On a good day, Jack had time to get you AND Urban, but that hadn’t been the case at least for the last month.

“Leave me alone, Urb. Too fucking early.”

“And wait one got damn minute, yall were already late AND stopped for food?” Nemo asked taking in the sight of the McDonald’s bag in front of him.

“Y/N made me.”

“But ain’t it your ass who is driving?” 2fo asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Did yall even bother to get us something?”

You and Jack shared a look before the both of you started to unwrap your food.

You simply winked at him before stabbing a straw into his orange juice and handing it to him.

“No. Yall not my boyfriend.” You replied while taking a bite of your hash brown.

“But, we’re your best friends.”

“And? At least he makes sure that I’m awake and comes to get me every morning. What the hell yall be doing?”

“We actually can get here on time by ourselves that’s what we be doing.”

“All yall can kiss my ass.” You replied while handing Jack a packet of strawberry jam to put on his sandwich.

Jack calmly and quietly sat in the corner and finished his food as you were going back and forth with the rest of PG on the topic of the both of you not bringing them any food.

“And Jack over there not saying a got damn thing while we up here hungry as hell.”

“Inhaling that shit like it’s his last meal.”

“What am I supposed to say?!”

“You ain’t even try to look out for your boys?! You didn’t think we wouldn’t want anything?!”

“Are you surprised? Y/N is involved and what she says goes.”

“Yeah, she definitely wears the pants in the relationship.”

“Hey! She does not!”

Everyone exchanged a look before looking back over at Jack and busting out laughing including you.

Once the laughter died down, Urban had suddenly looked over at him to see Jack was rolling his eyes.

“Oh, wait. You were serious?”

“Fuck yall.”

“Hmm that’s what I was trying to do this morning, but noooo we had to come to school.” You replied while taking a sip of your orange juice.

“Yall nasty. Yall stay fuckin each other’s brains out. Like Y/N how you that horny at 6 am?”

“Do yall not see how fuckin fine my boyfriend is?” 

Jack instantly turned red.

“Nah, I don’t swing that way, but still. You need help.”

“Shut the fuck up, 2fo.”

“Does the offer still stand at 2 PM?” Jack asked you and you could nothing but smirk.

“Shit, the offer will always be there. Matter of fact, I think I need to go home during lunch because I forgot something that I’ll need for fourth period.”

“What the actual hell? Yall are terrible. It’s Friday and yall have the whole weekend to fuck my goodness.”

“And? I want to get started early.”

“Oh, babe. You want to try that new food spot for lunch we passed earlier?”

“Ooh yeah, I heard they have good lemonade too. I hope they have lemon pepper wings.”

“Are yall actually going to bring us something back this time?”

“If your name isn’t Jack and you aren’t my boyfriend I’m not getting yall a got damn thing.”

“See that’s why your ass is not about to graduate. Shit like that.”

“You take that back Urban Henry!”

“Yall know it’s every man for himself when it comes to those two.”

“Nah, correction. It’s Jack and Y/N for themselves and they don’t give a flying fuck about anybody else.”

“And don’t you fuckin forget it. Oh, baby, I have an extra blueberry muffin. You want that for a snack later?”

“SERIOUSLY Y/N?”

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

In my hot yoga class, my teacher asked why each student (around 14 people or so) came to class today. We could only answer with one or two sentences. Of course one of my sentences was thick, long, over-run, and full-throttled. HA! After I spoke, some of the class sighed in a good way and 5-6 did a kind of slow clap afterwards. I was first to speak, and their gestures were like 'her answer is a hard pill to follow.' HA! Because I'm working on my projects, I am often somewhere inside the sensation of making love, so super- sensitive right now, in this period of my life, even more sensitive than usual so my answer was this (more or less): "I feel grateful to be here with you all today and how I get to practice loving on my body, as it is, as it is showing up in this moment, and discover ways I can use my breath to feel into my body and make love to it more deeply in a collaborative space with other people who also live in these world systems that constantly push us into cycles of self-hate, production, and consumerism. Instead, we are here." Here are my top 5 yoga tips: Yoga is a time to slow down and feel. Feeling is an important practice of being human because if we could all feel deeply, we would not be working so hard for other people's dreams. We would rest more. Make love more. Stretch open more. Write more sensual poems and hand-written letters on special stationary and take time to mail them. Deep breathe more. Love on other people more. We would find a way, decree a way, inside and light-years beyond capitalism. Yoga is a sacred time to slow it all the way down and be in the real practice of feeling deeply and thereby re-sensitizing your body with your love or great acceptance for however you are feeling in the moment. If it's comfortable, close your eyes during your practice. I always close my eyes during my practice unless I have to do postures that require them to be open like "camel pose." I like to be in my body FOR REAL and not in my head comparing and contrasting so I rarely look at what other people are doing during class. If I need direction, then I soft gaze over at the teacher. If my teacher is walking around, then I will soft gaze over at another student and close my eyes again when I'm clear. Yoga is a personal intimate journey. We waste good clean chi when we focus on someone else’s progress and unconsciously use it to judge our own. Arrive at least 10-15 minutes before class begins to settle your body down. I like to get to class early, but I have absolutely been the one running into class late or just-in-the-knick-of-time and give myself deep grace. It rarely happens though because my aim is to get there early. I like to intuit and feel out where to place my mat and pick a spot that feels right. Also being there early allows me to ground and relax my body and do a few basic very slow stretches where needed. Then we the teacher opens the class with "hello" or "namaste," I am already present, softened, and ready to float. Use your breath. Yoga is a really good time to use your breath as a tool to love on your body. Pay close attention to your breathing and slow-breathe rhythmically, breathing out longer on the exhale. Don't be so serious. Some people do yoga like they are getting a colonic, donating blood, or something else. Keep your face relaxed which relaxes your pelvic floor. At certain points, let yourself even be a bit more playful with your practice or quietly sensuous like when bringing your pelvis down and transitioning into "upward facing dog." Can you spark joy in any discomfort or in your least favorite postures? --India Ame'ye, Author

[coldfanbou]

Graduation Gift

Part 2 of the Detention storyline. I don't know when I got so involved with this storyline, but I did.

Length 1.8K

Isa X M reader

Previous Part

Some time has passed since you turned around your educational career because of Isa. Days after you had sex in the detention room, you left your group of friends and started studying with Isa instead. The two of you became a couple, and your grades trended upward with her support. You and Isa often went on little dates as rewards for your good scores on tests, we were reaching the end of the semester now, and you had been rigorously studying for the final exams. You needed to pass these to graduate. In your room, you sit hunched over your desk, trying to understand some chemistry mumbo jumbo that you couldn’t for the life of you figure out. Your phone vibrates next to you; it’s a message from Isa, a picture. Laying on her bed, Isa had taken a picture of her naked body; her other hand was slick with her juices.

“Thinking of you” was the message attached to it. Lately, she has been sending you these types of pictures. They had progressively been getting more sexual. It started with regular pictures, then some upskirt photos. Before long, she started sending you nudes and videos of her masturbating. The two of you made a deal that if you passed your final exams, she’d give you a present. You must admit that you spent so much time studying that you hadn’t spent much time with her. You had, for the most part, ignored her when she wasn’t there to help you study. You reply with an emoji to show her you saw and liked it. In reality, you often masturbated to them before going to bed; Isa’s body filled your mind, but you had to stay focused. 

As the day of the exams came, Isa was at your house to help you up. She helped make breakfast for you, drawing praise from your mom. Your mom did that enough to where she pressed you to marry Isa, causing the two of you to blush. Once you both finish your meal, you and Isa make your way to school. As you part to go to your classes, Isa kisses you on the cheek. “Good luck.” The day is spent taking exam after exam, each being more of a struggle than the last as your brain gets worn down. When you finish your final exam, you and Isa meet again.  Isa cups your cheek as she checks on you. “Are you doing okay, sweetie? You look so worn down.”. 

“I’m fine, just tired. Let’s go home.” Going home, Isa skips along, happy as can be, while you trudge beside her. Reaching your home Isa gives you another kiss before she goes.

“You did great today; we’ll celebrate when we get those results in.” As you wait for the final grades to arrive, days go by. Every day you anxiously check the mail, waiting for those results. On a Saturday morning, you check the mail and see a letter from the school. You rip it open right away and take a look inside. Pulling out the papers, you slowly look down the list of classes; you managed to do well enough to secure straight A’s. You jump in excitement, your hard work paying off. Running inside, you hurry to tell Isa. 

As she picks up, you yell, “Isa! I passed! I did it!” 

She returns your excitement with a scream of her own, “I knew you could do it!” 

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Isa.” Shyly you ask her, “So does this mean I get that present?” 

You hear her laugh over the phone. “Of course, I have your present ready. Come over to my house to get it.”

“I’ll be right over. Love you” With that, you hang up and get ready to go to her house. Arriving at her home, you see a note taped to the door.

“The doors open; come inside. My room’s the second door on the right.” You open the door slightly and peek through the gap. The house looks empty as you peer inside; you open the door further and step inside. Taking note of the sound of your footstep, you can tell that no one else is home. You close the door behind you and walk to Isa’s door before knocking on it and calling out to her. “I’ve been waiting for you; come in.” is her response. As you open the door, you’re greeted by Isa sitting on the floor, naked, with a big bow on her head. “Surprise!” 

“What’s all this?” you ask in shock.

“I’m your gift, obviously.” Isa stands up, and you notice the wet spot where she was sitting. She must have been fingering herself as she waited for you. The two of you hug. “So, what do you think?” 

“I love it.” You kiss Isa before grabbing her thighs and picking her up.  You waste no time placing her on the bed; you plant kisses down her body. Moving down her neck, you reach her tits, smothering them in kisses before continuing down. Isa’s gentle moans are music to your ears; you’ve wanted her for so long. As you reach her wet pussy, you start tracing her lower lips before pushing your tongue inside her. Isa’s moans grew louder at your movements. You use your hands to play with her clit, as you continue to eat her out. Isa starts pulling on your hair, the pleasure becoming too much for her. She squeezes you between her thighs as she cums on your face. Once her body loosens, you crawl to her, giving her a taste of herself. 

Her eyes half-lidded, Isa says, “I’m supposed to be your present; let me make you feel good.” As you sit on the edge of the bed, Isa gets between your legs. She takes your cock in her hand, gently stroking it. She licks her lips before she looks up at you and smiles. Isa uses her small tongue to lick up your shaft toward your head. It sends shivers down your spine as she gently licks your cock. Isa gives it a few more licks before she takes you into her mouth and wraps her lips around you. Isa looks up at you again; seeing her innocent face as she sucks your cock excites you. She starts to bob her head and uses her tongue to lap at the head of your cock. You put your hand on her and lean back as she bobs her head. Isa occasionally turns her head so your cock hits the inside of her cheek, and you see the bulge of your cock pressed against her cheek. She repeats this process, enjoying every moment.

“Isa, I’m going to cum” You warn her as your cock pulses in her mouth. Isa just looks at you longingly as she keeps bobbin her head. Your grip on her harshen as you start cumming in her mouth. Once you’re done, Isa pops your cock out of her mouth and shows you all the cum she got before she drinks it. 

“Did you enjoy that?”

“That was great, Isa.” 

“I’m glad you liked it; now it’s time for the ultimate present” Isa straddles your lap. Silently you align your cock with her pussy; once you give her the look, Isa drops down on your cock, pushing through her folds. As you move further into her, you both let out moans. As she finishes taking you inside her, Isa starts bouncing on your cock. You meet her halfway as you buck your hips. As your fucking her, you lean forward and start sucking on her tits. Isa’s moans grow louder as her pleasure increases. As you continue this, Isa starts whimpering, “I’m going to cum.” 

“Cum for me, Isa,” you respond. Her walls tighten around you as she cums all over you. The rest of her body shakes as she cums; she leans against you as her orgasm ends. 

Softly Isa says, “I’m sorry, I came before you, sweetie.” 

“That’s okay, Isa.” She shakes her head, getting off you; she moves to lie on her bed. Isa spreads her legs wide open for you. 

“You need to cum too, so fuck me.” You climb on top of her, aligning yourself quickly; you slide into her slick pussy. She lets out a tired moan as you impale her with your cock. You start with slow thrusts before rapidly speeding up. Isa wraps her arms around you, and you meet her lips. Isa’s wall cradle your cock, as they start to tighten around you again. Isa grimaces as she tries to keep from cumming again. You quicken your thrusts as you begin to approach your orgasm. Isa wraps her legs around you, keeping you from leaving. “Cum inside me”

“B-but,” you say, unsure about cumming inside her.

Isa's voice grows louder as she nears her climax. She’s yelling now, “Cum inside me, please! Put a baby in me! Make me yours!” In your final thrust, you pierce through to her womb, pouring your seed into her. Isa cums at the same time, letting out a scream. Isa’s legs grip you tighter than before; it’s only when you finish cumming that she lets go. You give Isa a kiss before collapsing on top of her. Softly now, Isa asks, “Did you like your gift?”

“I loved it Isa, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Isa pats your head as the two of you drift off to sleep, exhausted from having sex. Weeks go by as you and Isa take some time to really be a couple now that you don’t have school to deal with. You had gone on several dates and had spent a lot of time together. On a Sunday afternoon, you hear a knock at the door and answer it. Isa stands there, looking at the floor, holding a small gift bag. “Hey, are your parents here?” 

You let Isa inside and gather around in the living room. She grabs hold of your hand. It’s shaking; she’s trying to hide her nervousness. You rub her hand with your thumb, trying to calm her. 

Your mom notices Isa’s nervousness. “What is it, dear? Are you alright?”

“Y-yes, i-it’s just that-” Isa takes a deep breath and tries to collect herself. She pulls out a small stick. “I’m pr-pregnant.” The room goes silent for a moment. Your eyes go wide hearing Isa’s announcement. 

“You’re pregnant?” Isa nods her head, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks. You lunge at Isa, pulling her into a bear hug. The room erupts in joyous cheers, and your mother and father rush to hug Isa. Isa’s overwhelmed by all the love and support that she’s being given. She bursts into tears. Once the room settles down, you start thinking of everything you have to do now. You get down on one knee in front of Isa. It’s hard for you to get the words out, “Isa, I promise to always be here for you. I’ll do whatever I have to for you and our child.” 

Isa bends down and touches your forehead with hers. “I know you will.”

#isa smut #kpop smut #male reader #stayc smut

[thestylesfamilysblog]

What Do You Say?

Elodie Styles x Teddy Evans

Summary: Elle’s been waiting too long for this conversation, only now she can’t wait any longer

Warnings: none!

A/N: okay I’ve been so excited to write this and have been loving their story together! A big thank you to Barbie who has not only become a best friend and my source of laughter and smiles, but she is also the one that lets me be creative and interact with her blogs, especially getting to write a little blurb with Bear, thank you B❤️

Elodie had never been more sure about anything in her life, even when she bought her first home all on her own she knew there was no one she wanted to share it with more than Teddy, oh and of course little Lulu, who could forget about the special rescue pup. Suitcases were by the door ready to head to Los Angeles for the Grammys but that wasn’t even on her mind at this point, the table was set and dinner was placed neatly on the tablecloth. Lulu even had on her best bandana, this would be a big deal for not only Elle but her and Teddy’s relationship.

“Did you break something of mine again?”

Came his voice as he stepped through the hallway, a teasing tone to it, many a times had Elle made his favourite meal because she had accidentally misplaced something of his or the one time she broke one of his favourite mugs, that day she’d never felt worse, going as far as to remake it just for him.

“Ha ha very funny, no I just wanted to make dinner..”

“My favourite and Lu’s got on her special bandana….thats a little suspicious babe”

Elodie couldn’t help the blush that arose to her cheeks as Teddy walked closer, picking up the little puppy and standing just a bit closer. Elle’s heart was racing, palms getting a bit clammy as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a keychain, on it was a key to the apartment, a mail key and a little crochet bear and bee attached to it, something she’d been working on while he was at his parents or in class.

“Hey there are my keys thanks Ellie!” He said taking them, not giving a second glance to the rest of the keychain, that was something she loved about Teddy was sometimes it took him just a second longer to realize he missed something.

“Look at the rest of it…”

She watched as he pulled them back out of his pocket, only then did he notice the extra key and little crocheted animals Elodie had placed on the keyring.

“Aw these are cute! Is this just an extra key in case I lose it?”

“It’s a mail key..”

“For what?”

Elodie laughed as she shrugged

“So when you get mail delivered here…you can open it…”

She waited a few seconds longer to see if he’d figure it out before smiling softly

“I’m asking if you want I move in with me Teddy…”

Teddy was silent for a few moments almost as if he was thinking before he looked back up at her

“Really?”

Elodie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek as she waited with bated breath, she’d never been more anxious or nervous in her life, her heart racing even more when Teddy sent her a teasing smile

“I don’t know…you sure you know what you’re signing up for….”

“Bear” she begged not being able to take the anticipation anymore, Teddy only smiling wider before bringing her into his chest and leaning down to kiss her softly, Lulu joining in by licking the side of your face excitedly

“I’d love too”

“You would!?”

He nodded keeping his hold on her

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

Elodie was on cloud nine, excitement and utter joy flowing through her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, earning a laugh from the young Evans boy. From growing up the best of friends, nothing being able to separate them, to experiencing life together and now living with one another, there was nothing else in the world Elle wanted more than for this moment to be framed right now.

“I hope you know though…this means you’ll never escape my jokes, you realize that right Bee?”

Elodie just shook her head, the same smile still plastered on her face

“No matter how bad they are, I’d never be able to get enough of them”

Elodie had all she needed, a new house, a perfect little angel of a puppy and the man who made her happiest of all, this was only the beginning for the both of them, and she couldn’t be more excited about the future.

Thank you B for letting me write this, I hope I did alright and wrote Teddy the way he deserves just like you portray him🥹 this was very cute and I enjoyed every second of writing it🩷😭 @mcrb2dt-evans

#thestylesfamily #elodiestyles #teddyevans #bostonbabies #the styles family writing

[lino-nyangi]

if minho was a barista he would SOOOO remember your schedule (esp if ur a college student) and make your usual orders whenever he expects you coming, and if you visibly have a bad day, he'll hand you some chocolate (or a piece of your most ordered cake/bakery) free of charge. if you say you didn't order it, he simple goes "i know" and winks, then walks away.

adding on, when he finally musters up the courage to get your number, he will come up to the table you're sitting on and ask your number "for a customer loyalty card" or whatever excuse he makes up, but the second he gets off his shift you receive a text from him and yk. idk this is such a random thought but i thought i'd share.

god imagine barista minho with long hair......... pain

this man making my coffee i would run to the shop every morning or evening or whenever his shift is

he'd be so good at his job just because i think he'd be good at anything he tries kdjsns like he'll remember the regular clients orders including yours and half the people who go there probably have a crush on him. he's so soft spoken and nice and probably makes friends with the cats in that street like he's just so soft and kind.

when he slips in a piece of your favorite cake when you're feeling down.... like he just thinks it's whatever and you're like "i don't want you to get in trouble" and he's like "then hurry up and take/eat it" like nobody's gonna know if no one sees lmao

please not the loyalty card jshsjs it can go different ways like 1) you don't suspect it at all and he gets your number and turns around while trying to suppress the grin on his face as he locks eyes with hyunjin over at the counter who's giving him the same stupid smile and a small thumbs up. 2) he gives himself out by smiling through his request like even he can't take himself seriously over the lie 💀 you just smile at him knowingly and give him your number "for the loyalty card" of course. the way he mirrors your smile tells you you should be expecting a text this evening. 3) you know what he means so you tease by being like "hm, will e-mail work just fine?" and he panics, "u-uh, we've received instructions to go by phone number but if you're uncomfortable with that, it's fine." he stutters.

OR 4) same scenario but he knows you're into him so he gives you a lopsided smile and just leans down over your table, picking up the empty plate where your dessert once was and muttering "well, if you don't mind date requests through e-mails, we could have that sorted."

yeah i think he'll go with that last one. because he strikes me as the type to not make a move on a crush until he's sure you're on the same page, so he can be confident about it.

this is so self indulgent of me but what if he sees your sketchbook with you once and starts doodling little jureumis on your paper cups when you're not staying jdjsbs then asks you what you think of his artistic skills. later on you find out he has amazing artistic skills in another field and that is dancing but that's when he finally lets you into his world.

#barista minho brainrot #he's so attractive #lee know fluff

[wallys23rdneighbor]

This Home has People in It. [ Chap. 1 ] [ NO LONGER UPDATING ]

Note, NOT proof read.

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Yet another comfortable morning. It was quite bright outside as it always was, you usually woke up around 8. The proud birds singing, the tree leaves falling with autumn just around the corner, and of course your morning coffee. It was all so comforting, even though this was a sight you’d seen many times before. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking a sip of your coffee, you wondered when the last time you collected your mail was. “ I should probably go check. “ You whispered, setting down your mug and tightening your robe. It was a somewhat cold morning today, not uncommon, especially not this time of year.

The loud drag of your slippers suddenly seemed embarrassing, remembering some of your neighbors would be out around this time. You tried to walk as quietly as possible, finding the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet to be a satisfying sound. Quickly swinging the mailbox door open, you peek inside. Regular mail, regular mail, regular mail… not regular mail? You reached a hand inside, pulling out the stacks of envelopes. Atop the stack of mail was a rather colorful envelope, multicolored. “ Who the hell would send something in an envelope like this…? “

Shrugging, you headed back for your home, somewhat excited to see what was in the mail. Once inside, you headed straight for the kitchen, setting down the stack. You had no interest in the others for now, instead pulling out the multi-colored envelope. Flipping it over, there was a small stamp. When seeing the stamp, you immediately recognized it. It belonged to the Playfellow Company. This was Eddie’s stamp. Was somebody playing a trick on you? You dig your finger under the flap, lifting the top and reaching inside. The item inside felt like a normal paper. “ Huh.. “ You whisper.

Pulling the paper out, you first notice that it's… pink. This was definitely one of Eddie’s letters. You unfold the paper, beginning to read the note.

To our Savior,

( You ), we desperately need your help. Just about a year ago, we went missing within the set of Welcome Home. Wiley, Bernardo, and Martin. What I may tell you now will seem fake, but you have to believe me. We are trapped within Home, deep within it. It has us in here, and we have only one hope of escape. You. We beg you to come save us. We fear we may not make it to the end of the month. Please understand, this is no joke. We need you

The ink near the end of the note seemed to be fading. Beneath the letter were the words ‘ Sincerely ‘, though it was hardly seeable. Is this a joke? You nod, setting the paper down. How is this possible? Home’s set was separated from the neighborhood, it was a small set. There’s no way you could be trapped inside, there were at least three ways to get out. And it's been far too long since the building closed, so how is this happening? This note, this information, this cry for help… it was all oddly suspicious. But..

“ What I may tell you now may seem fake, but you have to believe me. Weily, Bernardo, and Martin. “ Those names, they're real. Part of the team, you knew them. Especially Wiley, you were close friends with him before his disappearance. After the final day of production and broadcasting, they had disappeared. So how were they writing to you? From Home? This couldn’t be real. Somebody was playing a prank on you.

..

But what if it was true? What if this really was a cry for help from them and you just ignore it? Ugh, you didn’t know what to do. “ I’ll just… “ You slid a hand down your face, sighing. “ I guess I’ll visit it tonight… after work. What could possibly go wrong? “ You shrug, picking up the paper and placing it back within the envelope. You took the envelope over to your room, looking around for a small purse to put it into. There was one you had in mind, a sort of pouch you could hang over your shoulder. After finding it, you placed the envelope inside and planned on what you’d need and what you thought was appropriate to bring for the survivors. In the end, your bag had the following items; the envelope, a flashlight, spare batteries, a container of food as well as scattered fruits, three bags of snacks, and a knife in case something bad was there.

“ Right, well… All that’s left is to head into work. “ You announce to yourself, making your way over to your closet and getting dressed.

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The warm seat of the car on your back and legs was heavenly, a great feeling compared to the fine breeze outside. You shut your car door, placing the bag next to you. “ To work I go! “ You start the car, reversing out of your driveway and down the familiar path to your work.

On your drive to work you thought back to the letter. You pondered if it was really true. The names were right. But they mentioned being stuck within Home, and not just Home, but deep within it. How was that possible? You thought back to the set of Home, its appearance. On the neighborhood's full set, Home was right at the center. But that Home didn’t have an inside. No, the inside of Home was a separate set. And even Home’s set was quite small, with an easily accessible front door. There were counters you could climb over if the door ever got stuck, there was a bed, a table, and at least three exits. And it was quite impossible to get stuck in the first place, the door had no lock. Its set was also quite simple, so why did they mention it was deep? It all made no sense. You just hoped it was true.

It would have to wait until later, unfortunately. You had already arrived at work.

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This time, the warm car seat was uncomfortable against your sweaty back. Your work often required quite a bit of running around and of course it had made you sweat. You felt dirty, like you wanted to wash it off, but your mind was focused on one thing; your co-workers. Pulling the car into reverse, you slowly backed out of the driveway. Somehow, you’d still have the address and way of arriving memorized. You believed it was just because of how often you’d work at the company, and of course… the stressful days that followed at its end. You drove off, heading towards the company. Roads around these parts were often empty, as the company had chosen to seclude itself somewhere within the city’s forest and near the entrance of it. Well, one of your city’s forests.

Before its closing, you often enjoyed visiting. Though, at times it was stressful, you loved your job. Seeing the colorful cast and just how adorable some of them had looked, and how everytime they began an episode the characters had looked so full of life. You missed your company’s co-workers, the voice actors, the puppeteers, the sound crew, the writers, and your boss. For your first job, it had been such a fun experience, one that had passed by too fast. It met an unfortunate end, too. If you could have at least kept one of the puppets..

Around this time of day you had expected the roads to be completely empty, people were either still working or just in the city. The company had chosen to seclude itself as they wanted to keep the magic of their company alive, not risk having some kids pass by and spotting the colorful building. Dorelaine, the manager, believed in keeping the company's magic alive, and took near absurd steps to preserve it at times. But you loved your boss, he was such a cheerful man, the perfect manager for a children's show, you often thought. It was near the company’s last days that he became… quite insane.

The day before production had officially been abruptly cut, he seemed stressed. As though there was just a big issue that he’d been dealing with, though the members of the company had no idea why. It was the following day after the stop that it all went to hell. People had come to pick up any items they may have and say goodbye to the set, a simple thing really. A couple of your coworkers had experienced something paranormal that day, like Donna, Julie’s voice actor, who had been packing up her things when she had been struck by a falling locker. It had hit her with its corner, straight into the back of her head. It didn’t help that it had been full of Christine’s bags and such, making the impact harder. She was in critical condition, though she survived.

Jonathan had been another that had gotten hurt. It was in his office, he had been quite upset that day over an argument with Edison. He stormed off and began to pack his things. From what you heard, he had hit the bookshelf and had a knife fall into his eye. He survived of course, though it left many of us afraid and confused. Had somebody left it up there as a prank? Jean, a writer, was struck and crushed by a truck just outside of the company. You were there to witness the horrific event, and it did leave you quite traumatized. Alongside those who suffered injuries, there were 3 that went missing. Or at least 3 you’d known of. Wiley was the first to go missing, all of his belongings had been left behind. The second was Edison who’d had an argument with Jonathan and went off to the neighborhood set, and the third was Bernardo who had been worried about Wiley. All 3 had one thing in common, they had last been seen on the neighborhood set.

You had been one of the few to leave early, so what happened after that was unknown to you. Part of you wishes you had known, had gone back to see what would happen. But part of you was glad, after witnessing Jean’s death you didn’t want to go back. You had just heard from one of your co-workers about the disappearance of somebody else, Christine. It was the day after, when you were home. You felt some sympathy for her, she was just a year older than you. You two had gotten along quite well. You wonder what happened to her.

Finally, you arrived at the company. It seemed so… broken down. Of course, it had been 20 years since you had last worked there, but still. It was in such poor condition. The sign that used to say in bright colorful letters, “ Playfellow Productions “ was now just paled letters that had been nearly entirely scratched off. Vines around the exterior of the buildings, windows boarded up and the entrance was… open? The doors weren’t wide open, one had just barely been pushed in. Odd.. had somebody visited recently? It couldn’t have been Dorelaine, even if he had been the one to cancel the show, he still cared for it. He wouldn’t have just carelessly left the doors open This scared you. Who could be in there?

You pull out your knife and flashlight, slowly approaching the entrance of the building. Pushing open the door just slightly, you can't seem to see anything other than the floor in front of you. You continue forward, pointing your flashlight around. The inside seemed to be doing just a bit better than the outside, though it was still rather broken down. The walls had their paint chipped, the lights of course didn’t work, there were cobwebs everywhere, and an eerie silence. Your flashlight was quite good, able to illuminate your surroundings well.

“ Is anybody there? “ You call out, stopping and waiting for a response. Nothing. You continue forward, remembering your true goal but staying focused on your surroundings in case it was a robber. “ God this place is scary… “ You whisper. When you had worked here it was all made to look pretty, to look pleasant, like it was part of the show. But now, it had just looked terrifying. The faces of characters hardly visible, the rainbows around the walls seemed duller. You turned into the set's entrance hall. The doors were closed, and it hadn’t looked like they’d been tampered with. “ Odd. “ You approach the doors, holding both items in your hands and trying to open the door. It wouldn’t.

“ Is anybody really here then..? “ You question, holding your knife down at your side. You move away from the doors. “ Well if they’re locked then I just have to find the keys… damn! I’m sure Dorelaine took everything when he left… “ You sigh. Chances of finding the keys were slim, but at least you knew where to look. You turn around, pointing your flashlight up once more. The hall to the right of the sets entrance hall was just the sound and video rooms as well as recording booths. Down at the very back of the hall was where you’d find his office, so the keys should be there. You hoped you wouldn’t have to break down the set doors, you don’t want to get in trouble.

For some reason, the door to Dorelaine’s room wasn’t locked. It made it easier for you so you weren’t really questioning it, but it was starting to really confuse you. His room was quite empty, though oddly enough it was far more colorful than the dull colors in the entirety of the building. The rainbows were near perfectly intact, and the few items left within his room were in quite good condition. His desk also seemed to be doing well, it was still that same red color. Of course, there were a couple of cobwebs, but the room was doing fairly well.

You moved over to his desk, spotting some papers. Storyboards and scripts. So he did leave some things behind, some important things. Anybody could grab these.. but why did he leave them? Was he in a rush, maybe? No, focus. The keys. You look around the desk, tugging on some of the drawers. Some required a key, though a couple of them didn’t. You checked two of the non-lockable drawers, though they had nothing inside. The third however had exactly what you were looking for. A ring of keys, all colored differently. Oh boy… this was gonna be difficult. You take out the key, holding it up. “ Hm. “

“ Well… Mr. Dorelaine did love to make things special, so… I imagine the set keys must be quite special. Let me see… “ The keys seemed to have a similar color palette, the colors of the entire cast. It was quite a basic palette since it was mostly reds, oranges, yellows, and blues. There was one that had a different color, though. A sort of burgundy color. You hope it was the right one. You close the door and rush down the hall, making your way to the set doors. Quickly you insert the key and attempt to turn it, hearing it click. “ Yes! “ You open the doors, tucking the keys away into your bag. “ I should probably keep them safe… wouldn’t want somebody stealing them and getting access to Mr. Dorelaine’s important stuff.. “

Flashing your light into the room, you immediately recognize it all. The lush grass, the colorful trees and bushes, the scattered props that had been brightly colored, the homes and their cutesy designs. Well. As good looking as 20 years of abandonment could offer. Of course, like most other things in this building it was looking quite dull. The set was quite large, of course they needed space for puppets like Howdy and Poppy, but they still made sure to keep it at a good scale. It was still as beautiful as it was before, you thought.

“ I need to focus. Home.. there it is! “ At the center of the set was, of course, Home. It looked to be in a worse state than the other houses, and just beneath the door was a trail of… something. You pointed your light directly at it, but its color didn’t change. Yes, you were sure it was pitch black. But just what was it? You walked closer to Home, checking its windows and other parts. It seemed somewhat fine, just a bit scratched up. “ The hell..? “ Home’s eyes had been staring ahead, making its windows seem pitch black. Its chimney had bits of the fluid all over it, and it had some of it running down under its window sills.

The inside. Home didn’t have an inside, but you’d check again just to make sure. They had to be here, right? You reach out for the door knob, turning it. It was a bit hard, 20 years of not turning had made it quite creaky and difficult. But you managed to open it. And the inside… was pitch black. Nothing. Even with your light pointed directly at the inside, there was absolutely nothing. “ Wh…? “ How is this possible? Absolutely nothing but an abyss, did it even have depth? This wasn’t in it when you had worked on the set. This shouldn’t be here. This shouldn’t be POSSIBLE. Had somebody done this after the company’s closing?

You come closer to the inside of the set, just barely peeking your head in. It wasn’t just some wall, it was an actual room. A room that hadn’t been here before. “ What is this..? “ You slowly walk inside, careful of where you step. There’s a floor here. Seriously, where did any of this come from? This version of Home was just an exterior, the interior didn’t have a black floor or black walls, it was just empty.

You took a couple of cautious steps forward, though the room was oddly empty. Well, it made sense, there shouldn’t be anything in here. Still, you found it odd. You sigh, turning around. That’s when you had noticed that the door had closed. And you now had no way out. “ What, no! “ You rush forward, hands meeting the wall. So it was still there. You slide your hand down the door, feeling its knob. “ Yes! “ You give it a firm turn and tug, though it doesn’t budge. “ No! “

God, now you are stuck here. This just wasn’t fair. Where the hell were these people anyways? Were you tricked? You’re such a fool for falling for something like this. A simple trick. “ Please, open! Somebody, help! “ You quickly thought back to the suspiciously open door of the building, hoping somebody really was in the building and could help you. But as you felt a minute of desperate pleading go by, it became clear you were completely alone. You moved away from the door, tears in your eyes. “ Why won’t it open.. “ This was it. You’re stuck now. Forever, possibly.

You feel a pair of hands slide onto your shoulders, gripping you tightly. You panic, trying to pull yourself away. But you were unable to. Another pair of hands latched onto the back of your shirt, pulling you down towards the floor with a loud thud. “ Let go of me! “ They continued pulling at you, and for a moment, it almost felt like you were sinking into the floor. Yet another impossible thing. Despite all your struggling, you were still being pulled under. This was the end. You’d accepted it.

Until you felt like you were falling.

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First ever post to Tumblr and first ever fic I’ve published, hope it turned out well. Second chapter coming soon, probably today or tomorrow, not entirely sure. Hope you guys enjoy it 😅

#wally darling #welcome home #howdy pillar #sally starlet #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #home #y/n #welcome home fic #I’ve never posted a story before #hope y’all like it 😭 #welcome home x reader