#ive been waiting for it to get warm so i can finally try some of my new fun little outfits

[blueskittlesart]

recent ootds :)

#far right is todays :) #ive been waiting for it to get warm so i can finally try some of my new fun little outfits #skribbles #ootd

[cloudystevie]

pavlov's dog

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pairing || mob boss!bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 1812

summary || he kept you waiting and it's his honour to make it up to you.

warnings || smut! loosely depicted mafia business, daddy kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, begging, mild degradation, dacryphilia, pussy slaps, cmnf, subspace, dom!bucky

author's note || 18+ ONLY. hi. i haven't written for more than a year and a half. ive been feeling some type of way about bucky and maybe getting back to writing mindless porn is what i needed to get my creative fulfillment ive been severely lacking. please don't mind the potentially choppy smut as i haven't written in a long while. feel free to reblog and leave comments!!

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8:53.

8:53 PM, and you were still waiting for Bucky to finish his meeting. A recent competitor was threatening Bucky’s monopoly in New York, apparently, something to do with some guy who owned a publishing company inherited by his grandpa, who was looking to buy one Bucky already owned.

Whatever. You weren’t really listening when Bucky was talking about it over the phone because you were too busy keeping his cock warm.

You watch the digital clock flash another minute, and finally, your phone dings with an activity notification at the front door. Before you can try to be chill about it, you all but run to the door to greet your man, practically jumping on the balls of your feet with excitement. The door swings open, and you barely glimpse Bucky's tired and frustrated expression before it morphs into a sweet smile reserved for you, making his eyes crinkle at the corners and shine. 

Running into his arms, you koala hug him as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. He expertly toes his shoes off while showering you with the same attention. “Were you waiting by the door for me the whole time, baby?” He asks with a smile.

Nodding your head yes and widening your eyes while twisting your lips into a pout, you decide to play the sweet, patient girlfriend who Bucky knows you really aren’t. “You kept me waiting for 4 whole hours, Jamie, 4 hours. I stood right by this door and didn’t take a single break until you came home.” 

A hearty laugh escapes his lips at that, and you can feel the tension from his shoulders leaving as you gently rub them while still managing to cling onto him as he maneuvers you two to your bedroom. Unfortunately, both of you are well aware that patience is a virtue that you very simply do not possess.

“My poor, incredibly patient and honest baby. How rude of me to keep you waiting like this, huh?” He keeps his voice low, both in pitch and volume. It sends a tangible shiver down your spine as he sets you down on the bed. You bite your bottom lip, subconsciously spreading your legs, unable to hide your reactions from him.

Bucky loves how responsive you are to him.

“So mean to me daddy.” You whisper, “need you to make it up to me.”

Bucky licks his lips and clenches his jaw because fuck he needed this, especially after being stuck at his office for nearly 4 extra hours while you were at home looking like this. So sweet and soft and submissive for him; all he needed was someone to control because his empire in New York was being tried.

But Bucky had it under control. He always did. This wasn’t the first time he had to deal with a newcomer who decided to get a little ballsy and try and take over some of his territory.

He always did fuck you more aggressively when work had more hiccups than usual.

“Yeah, honey baby? How do you want Daddy to make it up to you? Use your words.” Bucky’s tone kept dropping, getting deeper and deeper with each delicious word he spoke to your somehow already foggy brain.

Even while he was giving you some control, he managed to maintain dominance over you, and that just flared the heat pulsing between your thighs.

“Need you, daddy, want your mouth.” You whisper, heat spreading your cheeks as you voice what you want, but a surge of pride goes through Bucky. At the beginning of the relationship, you had really struggled with voicing what you wanted, whether it was something like telling him you didn’t feel like getting dolled up to eat at a luxury French restaurant and wanted some burgers instead or how you struggled to say to him you wanted him to take his shoes and coat off before he came inside your apartment and sat on your couch. He dealt with people who feared him every day, people who never corrected him or crossed him. It was made abundantly clear you are not one of those people; you need to tell him what to do and how to do it, and he will. Bucky would bring the moon and the stars to you if the thought ever crossed your mind.

Dropping to his knees will have to do for now, he thinks.

His large palms spread your thighs as your pliant body falls back, but you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch the show. Bucky smiles at you with hunger in his eyes as he licks his lips once again while gingerly sliding your pajama shorts down your legs. You inhale sharply as the cool air from the open balcony doors hits your core. Bucky can’t help the rumble emerging from his chest as takes in your already wet pussy, bringing his thumb up to flick your swollen clit and messily run the tip of his finger around your pussy.  “You were waiting for me without any panties on? You’re that fucking desperate for me, sweetheart? Ready to bend over for me as soon as I walk through the door?”

You whimper at his fingers and throw your head back, nodding it desperately fast. 

“Aww, don’t go quiet on me now,” Bucky teases, “you were being such a good girl telling me what you want. Don’t stop now, angel baby.”

You whine high in your throat as you tug on his hand that is still purposefully brushing over your clit, “Please, Daddy, just- just-” 

Before you can finish your plea, Bucky licks up your slit, expertly swirling his tongue around your clit as your thighs jolt around his head, and a surprised mewl leaves your lips. “Oh god, Daddy, need more, please more,” your hands reach out to grab onto whatever you can, one hand gripping Bucky’s hair, making him hiss and buck his own hips against his tight slacks while the other latches onto the silk bedsheets.

“Greedy girl,” Bucky hums against your pussy, but to your delight, he indulges you, slipping a thick finger into your pulsing hole. Still, before you have time to react to that, he’s wrapping his lips around your swollen clit for the first time tonight and sucks on it. Making your back arch up and your legs quake as you try to simultaneously push yourself away from him but pull him closer. A near-pornographic moan leaves your swollen lips as your chest heaves. You cry out his title as he slides another long finger inside you, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks on your poor little clit and soothes it with kitten licks every few seconds.

“Oh Daddy, you’re gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum please, Daddy, please can I cum!” You babble, drool seeping from your lips as Bucky always manages to reduce you to a mindless, pathetic mess. It had never been easy for you to stop or slow down your orgasm, as Bucky always tended to barrel it out of you. Although you had noticed that the high that spread through your body when he permitted it was much more euphoric than the orgasms that slipped out of you.

Maybe it was something akin to Pavlov’s dog effect. Conditioning.

Bucky was aware of this fact as well. He knew your body, your mind, better than you did. 

A satisfied smirk works itself onto his lips, and he grumbles something against your sensitive cunt, enjoying the way you struggled to keep your body at bay. “I dunno, my stupid little baby, dunno if you’re desperate enough yet.” Bucky’s words vibrate against you and propel you towards your high even quicker. Your whines get more high-pitched and breathy as you struggle against your boyfriend’s relentless tongue. “I am Daddy, I am desperate. Always am for you, please, Daddy, make me cum.” You whine a bit petulantly as your orgasm is right there. But he’s dangling it above your head and forcing you to obey him. So, you try the guilt-tripping route.

Tears well in your eyes, and your lip quivers, “Please, Daddy, don’t you wanna make me cum? Don’t you wanna take care of me? Make me cum all over your tongue and make a mess? Please, Daddy, need you so bad!” You cry, tears slipping down your face, and Bucky grunts, closing his eyes as he tries not to cum in his pants at the sound of your breathy pitch and the sight of tears slipping down your face.

He pulls back and curves three fingers toward your special spot, and takes his other hand to slap at your swollen clit in quick succession, making you squeal. Arousal paints your thighs as he quickly switches back to overstimulate your poor button by sucking on it so hard that your orgasm squirts onto his bearded face, making him groan in appreciation as he mumbles something like: “That’s it, there’s my good girl making a fucking mess like Daddy taught you.” But you are too out of your mind to really process his words as you struggle to breathe down from your high, tears slipping down your face as you bask in the overwhelming feelings of such an intense orgasm. 

Bucky kisses up your thighs and stomach, easing his fingers out and tongue away slowly so you don’t go from overstimulated to zero all at once. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheeks as he shushes you, bringing you down from your high with soft words and coos that appeal to your clouded brain. You cup his much larger hands in yours, pouting your lips up for a kiss, and he chuckles before placing a soft kiss against your swollen lips. He can taste the salt from your tears, and it sends even more blood rushing straight to his dick as he ruts his hips against yours, making you pull your lips apart on a mewl. 

“Daddy, will you fuck me now?” You ask with a certain lilt to your voice. Bucky scoffs before pressing his lips to yours and rumbling against your lips, “You’re an insatiable little whore you know that?” 

Manhandling you to the top of the bed, he throws you against the pillows as unbuttons his slacks and pulls his hard cock out, pre-cum oozing from the swollen red tip as he looks like he could destroy you. “I’m your little whore daddy.” You tease, spreading your shaky legs apart, and he licks his lips.

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Bucky worked from home the next morning. Needing the extra time to make up for the late nights and the particularly strenuous activities that led into the early morning hours. 

As you sat on his lap, peacefully dozing in and out of sleep, he knew he had made the right choice that morning.

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[zepskies]

Take Me Home - Part 8

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: I think you guys are gonna like this chapter. 😘 (Or at least I hope so.)

Song Inspo: “Take Me Home (Country Roads)” by John Denver, and “Fooled Around and Fell in Love” by Elvin Bishop

Word Count: 4.9K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Fluff, hurt/comfort, and smut, of course. (Finally.)

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Part 8: Take Me Home

“You sure you don’t need anything else, hun?” Denise asked you, for the third time.

She sat beside your hospital bed and rubbed your arm. You covered her hand with yours, careful not to tug the IV line taped to the top of your hand.

“I’m fine. It’s okay,” you replied. Your aunt was fighting tears in her red-rimmed eyes, but if she started crying, then you would start crying all over again. You gave her a small smile and grabbed your cup of water instead.

Now that you were getting fluids and electrolytes pumped into you (and you’d had a big turkey and cheese sandwich), you were starting to feel better. Emily had been checked out here in the Emergency Department as well, but she had also been discharged just a few minutes ago.

She came to say goodbye to you over in your curtained off room. She was reluctant to leave you here, but you hugged her close and fought the tears in your eyes. Beau and Carla were there too, both waiting for their daughter and smiling at the scene. 

“Time for you to get some rest,” you told her with a smile.

“Are they going to keep you here all night?” she asked, after pulling away from your arms. She sniffled too, wiping at her face.

“Probably not,” you said. “I think they’re just being extra.”

“Not if you hit your head hard enough,” Denise remarked. Her gaze was pointedly chiding.

The doctor thought the tenderness on the back of your head was just bruising. You didn’t seem to have a concussion. She mostly wanted to keep you because you were dehydrated, more so than Emily. That, combined with the minor head trauma, meant you were a bit too out of it for the doctor’s liking. She wanted to keep you on the IV for a while longer, as well as monitor the severity of your head injury.

You sighed. All you wanted to do was go home and take a shower, then fall face first in your bed…

Well, okay, maybe not face first. You were a bit bruised up. The nurse had also applied a salve on your wrists for the tape and rope burns.

“Well, I hope you feel better,” said Emily. You gave her one last smile, squeezing her hand. You guided her off to join her mom in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Beau approached your bed. Denise wore a certain smile, but she backed out to give you two some privacy.

You smiled up at Beau, who touched your bruised cheek tenderly. In his eyes, you saw pain, but also deeper emotions shining there. He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes and savored the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he said, after he pulled away. “I need to go and get Emily settled at home, but I’ll come see you soon as I can.”

You shook your head. “It's okay, don’t worry.”

“Thank you,” he said. His gaze became heavier, weighted with guilt. “For trying to take care of her through all this. I know I couldn’t. I failed both of you, and I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his hand with both of yours. Your eyes burned with emotion, but you looked up at him firmly.

“This isn’t on you,” you said. “I’m sure you did your best. She knows it, and I do too. And we’re okay.”

 Beau let out a long breath. You knew he didn’t totally believe you, but he nodded and laid a kiss on the back of your hand.

“I’ll be back for you,” he said. You smiled through your tears.

“Okay. I’m counting on that.”

That night, Beau tucked Emily into bed like she was still a little girl. She humored him, smiling in amusement while he smoothed the warm quilt over her, pulled up to her shoulders. He bent down and kissed her forehead, just like he used to do every night after story time.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, I’ll be right down the hall,” he said. At this moment, Carla was setting up one of the two guest rooms for him. If nothing else, Avery had spared no expense on this country-style house.

“Have you checked on her yet?” Emily asked.

Beau knew she meant you. He sighed, shaking his head. He’d been preoccupied with making sure Emily got home safe, but it didn’t mean he’d forgotten about you. He just didn’t want to leave his daughter tonight.

“She tried to play it off, but he hit her pretty hard,” Emily said. She looked concerned about you, and Beau was too. 

He breathed through that information with a tense nod. He was now actually grateful for Sunny Barnes, and the choice she made up on that mountainside in the woods.

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Denise:

They’re keeping her overnight at the hospital.

Before Beau’s worry could start climbing, another text came in.

Nothing to worry about. Some of her levels were still low, so they just want to monitor her progress overnight and be sure she’s okay. She’ll probably get discharged in the morning. 

He nodded in understanding (and with a breath of relief).

“Who’s that?” Emily asked.

“It’s Denise, says they’re gonna have to stay overnight. But it’s nothing serious,” he supplied. Then he texted back.

OK, good… I’ll come by the hospital in the morning, if that’s all right.

Denise soon replied.

Of course it is. See you tomorrow, Sheriff!

Beau pocketed his phone, just to spy his daughter’s sly smile. He felt his face warming with embarrassment.

“What?” he asked. Emily sighed and freed her arms, crossing them over the quilt.

“If you love her, you should really just tell her,” she said.

To say that shocked Beau would be an understatement. He gave a chuckle of disbelief.

“You playing matchmaker for me already?” he said.

“I have two working eyes, Dad,” she wryly replied. Beau’s lips quirked upwards, but his gaze fell with uncertainty. 

“It’s okay,” Emily said, laying a hand on his arm. “I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with Mom.”

He smiled. Sometimes she could be just like her mom, he reflected. In a good way.

“You’re really okay with it?” he asked. Emily raised an incredulous brow at him.

“Yeah, Dad. I like her a lot,” she said. “And not just because she was there for me through this whole thing…”

Beau’s heart began to break again, seeing the trauma in her eyes. He leaned in and gave her a warm, comforting hug. She held him back just as tight, resting her head on his shoulder.

“As long as I’m alive, I’m gonna make sure you’re safe,” he promised. “Even if I gotta follow you to the prom.”

Emily laughed through the beginnings of tears. Even if he did make through on that promise one day, she might not mind so much.

By the morning, the doctor was happier with your vitals and determined that your bruised skull was indeed minor. You were finally given the green light to get discharged from the hospital, and you couldn’t have been any more ready to go home.

Denise was flitting around your hospital room to get your stuff together. If you were honest, she was making you a bit dizzy as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Okay, I tidied up your apartment a bit when I was getting your clothes and stuff. So you shouldn’t have to do anything when you get home, except get some rest, of course,” she said. She set your little duffel bag full of your dirty clothes from yesterday, your toiletries, and your purse.

You now wore a fresh shirt and some jeans, but despite using baby wipes to try and clean yourself, you still felt dusty and grimy, even in your hair.

“Let’s go then,” you said, about to push yourself up from your hospital bed. Denise stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Not just yet, honey,” she said. She was texting someone on her phone. You gave her a look of confusion.

“Why? You ordering room service or something?” you joked. Just then, someone’s tall frame stepped into the doorway of your room.

“Special Delivery,” said Beau. He wore a smile to go along with his familiar beige jacket, as well as a takeout bag from your favorite breakfast café, and a small bouquet of flowers.

Your eyes widened in shock, then with tears.

“What…”

“I told you I’d be back,” he teased. “Sorry I’m a little late.”

He swooped in and gave you the flowers first, along with a sweet kiss on the cheek. You sniffled, admiring the pretty reds, oranges, and yellows in the assortment. Your eyes traveled up to his handsome grin.

He bent down beside you to offer his arm. “You ready to go then?”   

You were confused, but you still curled a hand around his arm, letting him help you to your feet.

“I asked Denise if I could give you a police escort home,” Beau said, his eyes dancing. “Is that all right with you?”

Your wide eyes dimmed with understanding and amusement, especially when you looked over at your aunt. She really was devious.

“That’s very all right,” you said.

“Good! I’m gonna head home, but I’ll be checking in on you later,” Denise said.

She kissed your cheek as well, and then she was gone, leaving you still holding onto Beau’s arm. He leaned over and grabbed your duffel bag along with the food. You knew you’d be breaking that open in the car.

He looked down on you with a softer smile.

“Can I finally get you out of here?” he asked.

You smiled back.

“Yeah,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, take me home.”

After getting home to a nice clean apartment (and bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches eaten in the car), Beau set down your things while you went to grab a shower.

You tried to be quick but thorough in washing your hair, along with the rest of yourself.

Beau made sure dishes were put away, trash was taken out, all the little things he could think of, so you wouldn’t have to later. Then he relaxed on the couch and watched some TV while he waited for you.

He noticed that you’d replaced the coffee table with solid wood this time. The pictures had new frames.

He took note of one with your father, who was dressed in his formal uniform, with the white hat and decals that designated him as a firehouse chief. There was another of you with a group of friends. (Michael was missing from that group, Beau noted with satisfaction.) Then there was one of just you and Mary.

And on the wall was a new canvas that didn’t yet have a frame. It was an unsigned painting of a forest of yellow aspen trees, with a single road cutting through them.

“That’s the view I had when I drove into Montana for the first time,” you said. Beau switched off the TV and turned to look at you.

You were leaning on the back of the couch, next to his head. You gave him a smile, before you pushed away to come around and join him.

“You’re getting good, you know,” he said, gesturing at your artwork.

And you smelled nice, he thought, like jasmine soap and whatever shampoo you used. He noted that you’d mostly dried your hair. It was the good kind of messy, falling around your shoulders. You’d also opted for a thin sweater over your jeans. He caught the edge of something lacey peeking out of your collar.

“Thanks,” you said, a little bashful. “I’m trying. I’ve been taking lessons.”

“It shows,” he nodded. He inched closer to you, turning towards you with a bent knee resting on the cushion. You did the same. His arm rested across the back of the couch, beside your head. By now he’d taken off his jacket, so you could almost feel the warmth of his skin near your cheek.

“Anyway, how’s Emily doing?” you asked, touching his knee. “And Carla?”

He nodded with a sigh. “Em’s shaken up, but…she’ll be okay. I think she’s handling it better than her mom, to be honest.”

You could understand that, actually. Not only had Carla lost her husband, but she’d almost lost her daughter in the same night. You didn’t know how you would cope in that situation either.

“She’s a tough kid,” you said of Emily. “But Carla seems strong too.”

“She is,” Beau agreed. “They both are.”

He leaned forward and gently thumbed at the yellowing bruise just under your eye. He sighed.

“Em told me everything that happened,” he said.

You bit your lip. You tried not to let it, but a fresh wave of emotion was rising in your chest, up to your throat.

“I tried to get Buck to let her go,” you said. Your voice trembled, almost choking on your words. “I’m sorry—”

“Hey.” He caressed your cheek. He blinked past the stinging in his own eyes. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. Do you hear me?”

You sniffed as a couple tears made their way down your face. You quickly wiped them away.

“I’m the one who needs you to forgive me,” he said, gently squeezing your arm. “I promised myself I would keep you safe, that I wouldn’t drag you into this mess. And I couldn’t keep my end of the deal.”

“Stop that,” you said. You grabbed the front of his shirt. “How many times do I have to say it’s not your fault before you get it in your stubborn head?”

It came out a bit snappish, but the moment your shining eyes met his, you both seemed to realize where your passions had led you. Just inches away from one another.

“Maybe one more time,” Beau said, in a quieter, but no less heady voice. There was a hint of humor in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

You released his shirt and instead, took his face in your hands.

“I’m not forgiving you,” you said, “because I don’t blame you. All I wanted is what I’m getting right now. You, right here with me.”

Beau shook his head and let out a sharp breath. Then he finally closed the distance once again, meeting you with a kiss. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was passionate and claiming, and soon it was devouring. You pulled him in and tangled your fingers in his hair. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you into his lap. There you moved to straddle his hips, battling with lips and tongue all the while.

The kiss broke suddenly, letting you both catch your breath for a moment.

“Wanted do that all week,” Beau said, through panting breaths. You laughed a little, soothing your fingers through his hair. You took a comfortable seat in his lap.

“Remember how you helped put my bed together when I moved in?” you asked.

“Sure do. Nearly lost a thumb on that one,” he replied cheekily. You grinned and brushed your thumb along his lower lip.

“Well, then I think it’s only fair you help me break it in,” you said, maybe sounding more confident than you felt.

Beau smiled. Yet he still managed to surprise you; with supportive hands under your thighs, he took you with him when he stood. You yelped in surprise and clung to his shoulders. He laughed and pressed a kiss into your neck, before he carried you into the bedroom.

There he sat you down on the edge of the bed. He lowered and kneeled between your legs, letting you hold him there with his bearded face in your hands again. Your heart was full looking down at him, finding his amusement as well as his desire. It was a beautiful thing, you thought.

His hands slipped under the hem of your sweater and began inching it up. You shivered at the way his hands felt against your bare skin. You helped him pull the sweater over your head, revealing a black silk camisole underneath, edged with lace.

He hummed in appreciation and felt the silk between his fingers.

“Were you planning for this?” he asked.

“I might’ve hoped,” you said with a smile.

You then sighed at the feeling of him leaning in to kiss down your neck, and down your chest. He stopped briefly to get the camisole off, finding your red, lacy bra underneath. That was his other favorite color on you so far. His kisses led him down between your breasts as he unhooked the bra next.

You tugged at the back of his sweater, trying to get it off. He paused in his explorations to help you. By then he got impatient with kneeling. He took you with him by the hips when he straightened, letting his hands feel every exposed curve of you. You sighed against his lips, kissing him again with renewed passion. 

Your hands slid down his shoulders and arms, and over his slightly furry chest, down to his belt between you. You started on the buckle. The click of the metal was like a switch in his brain; he let you get as far as unbuttoning his jeans before he took over for you. After all his days of indecision, he was a bit impatient.

Most of his clothes became a haphazard pile next to most of yours on the floor. You let him guide you back onto the bed, though he was careful in cupping the back of your head when he laid you down. You might not have had a concussion, but you were still bruised and healing, in more ways than one.

Beau had you almost naked underneath him, save for your unhooked bra and panties. For a moment, he had to savor the sight of you, beautiful and laid out for him. But he found himself slowing down for a different reason. He caressed your cheek. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, I just brought you home from the hospital—”

You cut him off by hooking a hand behind his neck, and pulling him down for a heated kiss.

“Don’t make me wait anymore, Beau,” you whispered. “I need you.”

He looked down at you with a growing smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

You laughed, and the sound and brightness of it made his smile deepen. He ducked down to burn another path of wet, open-mouthed kisses down the other side of your neck.

You sighed and tilted your head, giving him access. Your hands swept across his shoulders, down the smooth planes of his back.

You hooked a thigh around his hip, bringing him flush against your center. His rising length brushed the dampness in your panties. He moaned against your skin. His kisses became sloppier down to your breasts.

You helped him peel the loose bra from your shoulders. He flung it away to parts unknown, making you giggle. He smirked in response, but soon your amusement turned to moans as his lips found one of your breasts.

His tongue swirled around the hardened bud and scraped gently with his teeth. He also palmed at the other, squeezing gently and rolling a hard nipple under his fingers.

“God, Beau…” Your voice was breathy and desperate, your fingers starting to rake through his hair and across his scalp. It made a shiver run down his spine. He wondered what it would take to have your nails scraping down his back.

You were already panting and squirming against him now, your legs gripping his waist tighter to try and find friction. He grabbed one of your thighs, just to feel the soft flesh under his hand.

“I gotcha, baby,” he said, panting hot breath between your breasts. “Gonna take care of you.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “It’s uh…been a long time.”

He nodded, glancing up at you. “Yeah, for me too.”

“Well, you’re doing great,” you said with a laugh.

He chuckled along with you. “I appreciate the encouragement.”

But this was all the encouragement he needed, he knew, as his fingers probed your wet heat through your underwear. You moaned and pressed yourself against his hand, seeking more. Part of him wanted to tease you, get you even more worked up…

Maybe next time, he thought. Right now, he didn’t have the patience. He pushed off you just long enough to take off your panties, bringing them down your legs and tossing them away in a smooth motion.

His own underwear came next before he lowered back down to you. You welcomed him with a searing kiss. You once again sunk your fingers into his hair and scraped with your nails, eliciting a sound from deep within his throat.

He held himself above you with a forearm above your head. His free hand moved down your body, caressing, squeezing your breast, then your ass.

“Need you to touch me,” you whispered against his lips.

He knew what you meant, but he couldn’t help teasing you a little.

“I am touching you.” He gave your ass another meaningful squeeze, but you just smirked and gave his a smack. It surprised him enough to make him buck against you.

“Ey!” he chuckled.

“Come on, cowboy,” you said. Your hand slipped in between you to find his hard cock resting against your thigh. He groaned and fastened his lips to your neck while your deft fingers explored him, teased him up and down the shaft, and the sensitive, already weeping head.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. It had been a while since anyone but his own hand had touched him. Your soft hand felt heavenly as you used the wet beads of precum as lube across his velvety flesh. (And he had a feeling your mouth would be divine.)

But Beau wasn’t about to be outdone.

When you’d nearly brought him to the brink, teasing him with the twists and turns of your hand, he stopped you with a hand over yours and had to catch his breath for a moment. His forehead pressed into your shoulder. You giggled and rubbed his back with your free hand.

“Need a minute?” you teased. “I barely touched you.”

Beau shot you an amused look. “What can I say? You’ve got some talented hands.”

His lips brushed over the red, healing skin on your wrist. He moved further down to nip a biting kiss to the sensitive inside of your arm.

His beard scraped deliciously against your skin there, and then further down, as he laid kisses over your breasts, down your stomach, and finally down between your thighs. Your breathing became more labored the further down he went.

His fingers parted your folds and found your pussy wet and glistening for him. He gathered some of your wetness and brushed your clit, earning a sound of pleasure from you.

He let those sounds spur him on as he discovered what you liked and what you wanted, soon letting his long fingers find their way inside you.

Your hands clamped down on his shoulders as you writhed against him, pleading with his name, your hips beginning to undulate in time with his fingers.

He didn’t stop their motions pulsing inside you; his thumb circled insistently over your clit as well, until he felt your inner walls tighten and quiver around his hand, along with your shaking thighs. He swallowed up your keening cry with a deep kiss.

“You okay, baby?” he asked. He brushed your hair back, and it fanned out against your pillow. You panted heavily, but still managed to smile. You stroked his arm.

“Are you kidding?” you breathed. “Thought I was gonna break your damn hand.”

He smirked. “I considered that myself.”

His amusement only faded when a new realization hit him. “Aw shit. I don’t have a condom.”

He felt like a damn teenager, thinking with his dick and nothing else. Though he also hadn’t wanted to assume anything when he told Denise he would bring you home.

You shook your head and twined your arms around his neck.

“I’m on birth control…and I trust you,” you said.

Beau had a feeling that last part meant a lot of things. His smile grew, looking at you.

“Well, all right,” he said. “We’re in business then.”

“Oh, we’re in business, all right,” you replied. You giggled when he came back down to kiss you. He swept a hand along your cheek, tenderly.

If you love her, you should really just tell her.

That had been filtering in and out of his head all night and day. He couldn’t deny what that familiar swell of his heart meant every time he looked too deep into your eyes. He just wondered if it was too fast, too soon to say those words.

So in lieu of those words, he decided to show you.

He hooked your thighs around his hips and positioned himself at your entrance. After meeting your eyes and getting your breathless nod of approval, he slowly pushed inside you. Already he felt your core flutter around his cock as he brushed your clit. You both were breathing heavy again when he bottomed out with just the right amount of resistance.

“Goddamn,” he muttered. “Feel so fuckin’ good already.”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hips with your thighs.

“You rarin’ to go then?” you teased.

Those were his almost exact words to you, not so long ago. He’d been trying to get you to learn how to ride a horse, but he supposed there were…a few similarities here. He grinned down at you, and instead of answering, he shifted his hips, pulling out almost all the way, and pushing back in just as slowly.

A curse fell from your lips as your inner walls accommodated his girth. He gave you slow strokes to begin with, meeting your lips with a heated kiss when he could.

But once he found an angle that had you shuddering underneath him, squeezing him from the inside out, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

A sheen of sweat broke out against his skin and yours as you moved together. Between moans and skin against skin, whispered encouragements, and playful goading, you felt the moment when he was close.

His movements began to stutter out of rhythm, his grip on your hip becoming almost bruising. You still needed a bit more, though you could practically taste your end; that hot coil was tightening, just not fast enough.

You slipped a hand between you to find your clit. His hand soon replaced yours though, wanting to do it himself. His deft fingers and his hard strokes brushing that sensitive spot inside finally made that coil snap. Warmth blossomed from your core and pulsed around his cock.

It had your pussy clenching on him so tight, he couldn’t help but spill into you with a ragged groan. You gasped, your back arching at the feeling of being filled to the brim.

Afterwards, he relaxed onto his elbow by your head, mindful not to smother you as he caught his breath. You sank back into bed, panting yourself. You managed to reach up and sweep his hair from his eyes, then wiped some of the sweat from his brow. It brought his gaze to meet yours and find your smile.

Beau smiled back. His hand was more soothing along your thigh.

“Well,” he said. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, darlin’.”

You burst out laughing. You covered your face with a hand, and it had his shoulders shaking as well.

He untangled from you and rolled onto his back. You followed him onto your side, closing your sticky thighs. You intended to ask if he wanted to join you for another shower in a bit, but for now, you wanted to savor this moment.

“Were you waiting the whole time so you could say that?” you asked.

“Nope. That was fresh. And I’m not ashamed to say, pretty proud of it,” he rejoined.

“I don’t know…” you said slyly, even as you trailed lazy fingers across his chest. Your nails dragged lightly over his skin, causing a delicious shiver to run through him. “I might need to rethink our future business transactions.”

Beau snorted and shook his head.

“All right. Let’s drop this metaphor,” he said. “I prefer to think of our time as pleasure, not business.”

He clasped your wandering hand against his chest, then raised it to his lips. It made your smile soften. You were at least half in love with this man.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

It’s our time now.

AN: 😘 Finally right?! Let me know what you thought of how they worked things out. 💗

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Next time, we have the grand finale...

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Beau’s resulting deep breath raised you as well. He nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face. You pushed up enough to look up at him.

He gave you a quirking smile.

“I want this to stick,” he admitted. “I wanna take you on a proper date and make it official.”

You smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “We’re in agreement.”

But you didn’t realize that anything official would take more time than either of you thought. 

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words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!!!, NON/DUBCON, STALKER!RAFE, PSYCHO!RAFE, male recieving oral, face/throat fucking, manipulation, violence, blood, knives, bruising, threats of murder, pregnancy

part one / part two / part three

rafe has no life outside of stalking you, nothing to do except for follow you at all times and fuck you whenever he feels like it. he has a house, paid for by his father, but he barely steps foot inside. he sleeps most nights at your house now, but not in the bedroom with you. he likes you tied up and secured, usually bleeding, with him resting peacefully in the next room.

his constant presence has gone from unnerving to reassuring as you've gotten more used to it. you expect to see rafe at every turn, to have his steady hand guiding yours.

“good morning baby.” rafe knocks on the door to your bathroom where you're hunched over your toilet, spilling your dinner from last night before you can even consume breakfast.

“get out here!” he shouts, expecting that you're doing your makeup or hair, nothing more important than seeing him.

you stand quickly so he doesn't get suspicious, swigging some water in your mouth before spitting it in the sink before opening the door, a demure smile on your face.

“wanna give you a blowie, rafe.” you offer before he can even say what he came looking for.

“is that so, good girl?” he smirks, watching you sink to your knees, right there in the doorway. you tug at his pants and underwear until his cock is revealed. you smile when you notice he's still soft. you know he's watching you as you lean forward, tongue and lips tracing along his slowly hardening length.

“you want it bad, don't you?” rafe questions, a smile on his face, hoping he finally broke you of your streak of bad attitude. hoping he's gone from having to force you every night to you coming willingly to him.

“love your cock.” you hum against his length, sucking the head into your mouth now that he's fully hardened. you bob your head as rafe moans, eventually having to stop moving to just slacken your jaw and allow rafe to thrust inside of you, fucking your throat with as much furocity as he does your cunt. he spills down your throat with a satisfied sigh.

“you can take a shower in my bathroom if you want.” you stand up quickly. rafe has made the guest bedroom his own, including your hallway bathroom, always using it instead of your en suite. you’ve adapted to it, just as you’ve adapted to him being your shadow. “i love it when it smells like you.”

rafe gives you a wide grin, and you know he’s falling for your act.

--

you listen closely, eyes moving to the clock as soon as the water starts. two minutes. you’ll wait two minutes before fleeing. the second hand seems to take hours to tick, but eventually the two minutes hit and you’re creeping through the house, praying the water has warmed up enough for rafe to get in, the spray of the shower masking your sounds.

you glance at your phone, letting out a sigh of relief when it says your uber is closeby. you know you can’t take your care, there’s no way rafe doesn’t have it tracked.

“hello, uber for y/n.” the driver is a kind looking older woman. you send a silent prayer that rafe doesn’t blame her and lets her live as you climb into the backseat.

--

“where the fuck were you?” rafe yells the second you're inside, the door shut behind you. you can see the rage in his eyes, the pure fury.

“you tricked me? you sucked me off just so you could sneak out you fucking whore?” rafe pushes you into the wall of the foyer, not even waiting to get further into the house to chew you out.

“you're a fucking stalker rafe, don't act surprised i try to get away!” you tell back, own anger bubbling over, unable to bite your tongue any longer.

“you told me you were mine! ive been getting better!” rafe shakes your shoulders. he's been getting marginally better, being slightly carefuler when fucking you, mainly not cutting into you or bruising you too badly.

“rafe, you're fucking crazy!”

“no, i fucking love you!” he shouts back, his hands squeezing even tighter on your arms. he can't stand to be so close to you anymore, shoving you into the wall and backing up.

“this isn't how you treat someone you love rafe!” you yell.

“how about this?” rafe pulls his long knife out of his sheath, sticking it out towards you, the hallway suddenly feeling half the size.

“rafe.” you say softly. either you're going to convince him in this moment to stop this behavior or you're going to accept your death and let him kill you. “this has to stop. i can't keep doing this. you're killing me.”

“i am going to kill you!” he takes a step closer, the knife aimed at your chest. “tell me where you went!”

you keep your mouth closed for a second too long, rafe exploding in anger again. he raises the knife but pushes into the drywall to the side of your body. “tell me! where you cheating on me?”

“of course i wasn't!” because as much as you know it's wrong, you are just as crazy about rafe as he is about you.

“then tell me where you were!” rafes booming voice is bound to cause attention as he pulls the knife out, pointing it at your stomach. “im going to kill you if you don't tell me right now.”

“if you kill me, you'll be killing your son too.” 

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[froggibus]

“Why are you crying” - Obey Me

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: angst -> fluff + hurt/comfort

Summary: their reaction to catching you crying

CW: crying, lots of emotions, levi being a trog, hurt/comfort, cursing, panic attacks if you squint?? cuddling

omg hi hi i am so tired + ive been going through it this week but here is something for now. working on some more fics, lots of angst coming soon + maybe new fandoms lol

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Lucifer: 

he texts you saying you need to come to his study to talk 

you ask if you can have a few minutes 

you feel really out of sorts and want to gather your bearings before going in

he says it’s urgent and makes you come in right now

you go in immediately on the verge of tears and sit down with him

he has a bit of a tone cause it’s been a rough day but all he wants to know is how your school is going

it comes out of nowhere and you instantly start crying 

thinks he’s done something wrong 

“are you—did you get upset over something I said?”

when you shake your head no he’s at a complete loss

is this a human thing??

walks over to you and kneels down between your legs, places his warm hands on your knees 

wipes your tears away and rubs his thumb across your cheeks

tries to calm you enough so that you can talk about what’s bothering you 

even when you’re crying so hard you can barely breathe he manages to stay calm 

after a while when you’re calm enough he’ll bring you water and a snack 

and will coax you into talking to him about why you’re so upset 

Mammon: 

since you’re his responsibility he always HAS to know where you are at all times 

not at all because he cares about you or anything 

so when you lock yourself in the bathroom and yell at him to fuck off through tears he’s stunned 

and annoyed

sits on the other side of the bathroom door and waits for you to calm down some 

after a few minutes he asks if you’re okay

that’s when you really break down

he listens to you cry through the door and wishes he could do something to help you

he gently coaxes you into letting him in 

sits with you and holds your hand 

tried talking you down but you’re crying way too hard for that

for some reason carries you to the bathtub and sits with you between his legs???

it’s weirdly comforting and the heat/pressure of his body makes you feel way better

reminds you that everything is going to be okay and you guys are gonna work this out

when you’re finally calm you realize how weird the situation is 

“wait did you put me in the bathtub”

“it works for Levi”

Levi: 

you’re home early from school thinking no one is home 

but Levi is doing schoolwork from home today

it’s been a really tough day so you lay down on the couch for a while and cry

Levi takes his headphones off to give his ears a break and go get food when he hears someone else is home 

his first thought is that it’s Lucifer and he’s in trouble

until he sees you sobbing on the couch 

he’s not really sure what to do

so he ignores you and goes to get a snack

but then he feels guilty about ignoring you so he comes back

sits on one of the chairs and fumbles with his hands while he figures out what to do

“y/n”

you didn’t even notice he was in the room 

you try to hide the fact that you were crying but it doesn’t work that well

Levi isn’t gonna call you out tho he’s much too awkward for that

asks if you want to come play games with him to take your mind off of things

you take him up on his offer and play games 

tries to be supportive and let you know you can come to him if you need it 

mostly comes out a jumbled stuttered mess but it’s the thought that counts 

doesn’t think to give you a hug until you wrap your arms around him

he just awkwardly accepts and pats you on the back

Satan: 

hears you late at night when he’s trying to read

doesn’t realize WHAT the noise is, just where it’s coming from 

so when he throws open the door and asks you to be quiet only to see your red, tear stained face, he feels like the biggest asshole in the world 

apologizes for being so harsh 

tries to get you to talk to him but you keep insisting you’re fine and you promise you’ll be quieter 

“shhh y/n i don’t care about that now—what’s wrong?”

gets frustrated when you can’t/don’t tell him 

you feel it too so you’re hesitant to let him touch you

but when he gives you a hug you melt into his arms 

kisses your forehead and talks you down 

offers to stay with you until you feel better/can fall asleep

you keep saying it’s okay and he can leave but obviously he doesn’t believe you

cause he’s a great detective

let’s you take what you need from him

but you WILL be having a length discussion about your feelings and your emotional responses when you feel better 

it will be painful

Asmo: 

catches you after you cried

knows instantly because of the red eyes and the puffy lips

pulls you aside and asks how you’re doing/if you’re okay

him asking just makes you cry again 

he knows what to do though 

grabs a cold cloth for you to dab your eyes with and sits with you

puts his arm around you and lets you lean on him and cry

doesn’t try to interrogate you or get you to open up—he knows you will when you’re ready 

gets you water so you can rehydrate

lots and lots of forehead/top of the head kisses 

any sort of gentle touch he can give you he does

and once you’re done crying he’ll help clean you up while you tell him why you were upset

listens very intently too!!

dabbing your eyes with a cold cloth and wiping away your tear stains while reassuring you everything will be okay 

also thinks you’re just the CUTEST crier 

wants to take a picture of your ‘just cried’ face but respects you if you refuse  

Beel: 

most emotionally mature of the group tbh 

comes in to your room to ask you if you have any snacks

you’re curled up in a ball under the covers so he assumes you’re sleeping

he’s about to leave when he hears sniffling 

“y/n, are you awake”

“y-yeah”

can instantly tell you’re upset

he comes and sits at the end of your bed and rubs your back over the blanket 

“what’s going on?”

doesn’t force you to talk about it if you don’t want to

also doesn’t force you to come out from under the covers

instead he talks you down from your ledge and is very gentle with you 

eventually you do come out and he gives you a big hug 

you fall apart in his arms but he holds you until you feel better 

even if you end up falling asleep he stays with you

just wants you to feel better (even though he still really wants those snacks)

Belphie: 

is wandering the halls at night because he slept all day and now he can’t sleep 

hears you crying in your room

is hesitant to go on because he doesn’t know how you’ll react and doesn’t know how to deal with this

paces past your room door at least a dozen times before finally coming in

you’re not even paying attention so you don’t notice he’s there until he sets a gentle hand on your shoulder 

“why are you crying?”

in classic y/n fashion you instantly start crying harder

belphie thinks he upset you by touching you so he moves back

but it only makes it worse

doesn’t know what to do but your crying is lowkey annoying 

is torn between hugging you or letting you be

decides on giving you an awkward half-hug and then leaving

does NOT expect it when you suddenly cling to him and cry into his shirt 

you’re getting it all wet but he doesn’t care

is kinda flustered that you’re so close to him (not that he would ever let it show)

realizes after twenty ish minutes that you’re not crying anymore

you’re not moving at all

you must have fallen asleep from all the crying you’ve done

he can’t just leave you on the floor so obviously he carries you back to bed 

but what if you wake up and think he left you?

it’s probably better if he stays with you…

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey bbg how u doing 🗣️ ik ur reqs arent open but i feel like if i wait for too long ill forget omg 😭, this req is KINDA self indulgent, lifes been crazy lately to say the least

i was thinking abt a fic with our (technically my) hubby peter q when reader has a nightmare, maybe abt something from their past b4 becoming a guardian ! i feel like peter would be so sweet gurgrhrgrh, trying to calm reader down, shushing them, etc 🙏

just a lil ideaaa, hope youve been having a good february! have a great week/end :-)

-🪐

bbg!!! hii hi! did do this even though they’re closed bc it’s a cute idea and ive missed writing quill! hope you’re doing better now, sending love. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

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peter quill x gn reader

word count. 471

warnings. none? no details pertaining nightmares, just fluff & comfort

Quill is someone you often use as a source of support, his naturally comforting personality acting like a magnet for you and those around him. 

You would subconsciously seek him out for refuge during those moments when it all felt like too much, and sometimes, you didn't even realise just how much you gravitated towards him.

Even with sleep, he was still someone you relied on - just knowing he was there, laid next to you, was usually enough to steady your mind. 

But sometimes, the feel of his body beside you wasn't enough to keep you asleep. You'd often jitter and jolt and toss during your nights of slumber, past memories coming back to haunt you in the form of nightmares - all of it keeping you from resting peacefully. 

They were manageable for a while until very recently, when you'd essentially thrash yourself awake. Peter, your boyfriend, would be awake before you - the movement of you beside him coaxing himself out of sleep. 

But tonight was the worst one you've had for a while. It felt like you were stuck in your nightmare and unable to wake up - the feel of it all too heavy and daunting. 

Unbeknownst to you, Quill was trying to help, sat beside you, calling your name and gently shaking your arm, trying to force you awake. Your head jolts abruptly, and you finally wake - fear all over your face as you pat the bed to find Peter.

He calls your name once more, his voice soft and soothing - trying to help you locate him. "It's okay," he coos, adjusting to lay back down beside you, facing you. “It’s okay, honey.”

"It was horrible," you mumble tearfully, shaking your head. "It..."

"It seemed horrible," he comforts, bringing his hand to rest on the side of your face, palm large and warm as he thumbs over your cheek. "Was it the same one?" 

You hum softly, closing your eyes from the warm touch of your lover. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks faintly.

You shake your head 'no'.

He hums quietly, understanding you.

He scooches in closer and slips his arm under your head, propping you up so he can pull you into him. You curl into his side, head resting on his bicep - burying your face into his chest like you were hiding, using him as protection almost.

He wraps his other arm over you, bringing you closer so he's cradling you - like he's trying to keep you safe. 

"I'll stay up. I'll keep you safe, you get some sleep," Peter murmurs, pressing a kiss into your forehead as he grips you tighter.

The comforting smell of his chest and the warm touch of his hands slowly eases you back into sleep - the steady circles Quill drew on your back act as a distraction from your mind, swarmed within a blanket of security.

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[interpolanticssuperfan]

nothing natural | ken x fem!reader | part 4 | 18+ only

hey everyone!!!! thanks so much for your patience in my getting out this next chapter, ive been incredibly busy with life stuff and finishing a different fic of mine on ao3. (if you're a fight club fan, i'm @snottys on there. LOL) thank you for the kind words and the messages, they mean SO much to me. i hope this chapter is alright, and i can promise some mounting sexual tension in the next one; im just hoping to build up successfully to it so it feels organic and fun. i love you all and thanks for reading <3

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The tight snap of the glass sliding door jilted you, and you should’ve guessed that Ken wouldn’t leave you alone, even if it meant deliberately ignoring your request for some space. With a heaving sigh, you studied your hands, the lines of your knuckles to try and see if your skin could explain what was wrong with you. What could possibly be wrong with you. 

Inward thoughts tapering off, you couldn’t ignore the way Ken’s presence was making you feel, searing butterflies in your stomach, which made your shame even more complex and frustrating. To be pinned by his gaze, it made you feel important, uninhibited. Flittery and excited like a child. It was invigorating.

It was nothing but a bad idea. A dead end. Done and dusted before you should have ever let it begin. 

A breeze rolled through your hair, welcoming and cooling. Ken’s atomic aura lingered behind you. He didn’t bound right up, didn’t affix himself to your side emphatically like he’d been doing all day. 

With a puff and a flick, you heaved yourself away from the curled metal railing, not meeting Ken’s eye. 

You hid your waning cigarette like you were about to get in trouble for it, as if you were back in school, ducking administrators under the bleachers, wrapped in thick lined coats with your friends. How simple things had been back then.

The mention of school brought back countless unsavory memories and left a bad taste in your mouth, flashes of arguments and self-doubt, so you ignored it in favor of waiting for Ken to speak. 

Back then, you weren’t afraid to approach any boy you wanted. It didn’t matter if he was the head of the football team or a shrinking, shy kid in the back of the study hall. Where this fearless bravado originated from, you couldn’t necessarily identify. All you knew was that it had eluded you into adulthood.

You reveled at how much you’ve changed since graduation.

“Willa’s in her green bed-thing,” Ken murmured a decent ways behind you, and you felt instant appreciation for him. After being such a freak and making a fool of yourself, he only kept choosing to help you, looking out for your belongings, the things you cared about. He had no reason to do them for you, but at this point, you didn’t want to question him.

“Thank you, Ken. You didn't have to do that.” You replied softly, picking at a fingernail absentmindedly.

“She got pretty antsy when you left. Ran in circles. Don't worry, (Y/N); once she gets to know me a little better, she’ll trust me in no time. What does she eat?” 

Ken finally appeared at your elbow, voice still gentle, taking in the hanging potted plants, the other identical slim patios of your neighbors that lined the lower units. He seemed nervous to get too close, so he laid his hands down on the railing, blinking rapidly when the sun peeked out from the clouds and shone directly on him like he wasn't used to its intensity. 

If you weren’t walking on eggshells, unable to trust yourself to talk with him normally, you might’ve tipped a warm, toothy smile up at him, allowed yourself to just… enjoy his presence. Express thankfulness for the change to your humdrum everyday life. 

“Lettuce. Different kinds of vegetables. Um… these special pellets I have to order online that take weeks to get here.” And that cost double what they should… the things you do for Willa. If only you could tell her ‘you're welcome.’

“Can you show me how you feed her? When we go back inside?” So hopeful. So unaware. Ken’s request sent shockwaves of emotion through your body. Your heart couldn’t help but do cartwheels over his sweet comments, the uncomplicated way he interacted with you.

“I don't know what to do.”

Ken paused, cocked his head as he furrowed his brow at you. He'd buttoned his jacket back up and taken his boots off. Just standing out here in the real world like he wasn't worried about what would happen to him.

A vein worked in Ken’s throat when he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, gilding the beautiful slope of his neck, and you had to tear your eyes away from him, the sweat on your chest collecting rapidly. Too tight, too sweet, too painful to look at.  

Of course he buttoned his jacket up, you scolded yourself. What else was he supposed to do after you humiliated him like that, reduced him to nothing but his looks? If he’d done the same to you, you’d have probably kicked him out.

(Or not.)

“Sure you do. You feed her every day, don't you? Actually, you should let me do it, that way we can build a rapport and –”

Exhaling through your nostrils, you took another long drag from your cigarette, and shook your head, still unable to meet Ken’s pleading eyes as the smoke tendril crept upwards and billowed away. 

It didn't bring you enjoyment to cut him off before he could lose himself on a tangent, but the day’s events had left you no choice; and you had to own up to your behavior, your unwarranted comments that Ken didn't even register as irresponsible.

“That's not what I meant. I know how to feed Willa. This has been a very, very long and… strange day. And it's only three in the afternoon.”

“I wasn't keeping track of the time.” Ken offered kindly.

“I wasn't expecting you to.”

“That smells bad,” Ken upturned his nose at the cigarette as the cloud dissipated over his face, shifting his body away from the direction the smoke carried. “I saw people with those in Venice Beach, but they walked so fast that I didn't get a proper whiff, you know? I'm telling you, everyone in Venice Beach acts like they're late for something.”

“That sounds more like New York to me.” A sneer formed on your face, which Ken noticed immediately. 

“They have those smoke sticks in New York, too?” He questioned innocently, side stepping every wave of tobacco residue that fanned out into the air, engaged in a bizarre dance of bob and weave. 

“They have these everywhere.” You counter, lifting your eyebrows curiously.

Ken scowls. “Yuck. What are they for?”

You mulled over an explanation in your mind, a little grateful to be addressing anything besides your brazenly lustful comment that Ken seemed to have entirely forgotten about. That Ken had glossed right over, not even batting a significant (irresistible) eyelash at. 

“When you breathe them in, it makes your head feel light for a few seconds. It's a pleasant feeling. But over time, they hurt your body and… essentially poison you.” Is this how you'd explain smoking to a child? It would have to do; you were no teacher, no professional, regardless of how hungrily Ken searched your eyes for answers and succinct explanations on everything. 

This information horrifies Ken, who makes to grab the burning cigarette right out of your hand. Pinching it between his fingers like hazardous waste, he flings it as far as he possibly can off the balcony with a grunt of exertion, and you both watch it spin gymnastically before landing a very long distance on a far sidewalk, ashes snowing and dying on the ground. 

It's impossible to delay meeting his gaze after that, so you look right up into his eyes, and Ken thaws under your attention, pupils still raging and wild and heavenly cerulean blue. 

Good arm, you think to yourself moments before breaking into a grin. 

“Sorry (Y/N), but that was for your own good. I can't possibly let you do something that's going to poison you. Not on my watch.” Smug, and a little bewildered, the smile that Ken gives you is flustered and determined.

“You're not even wearing a watch.”

“You don't know that.” Ken lulls, peeking at the sky, trying fastidiously to appear unbothered.

“I'm quite literally looking at both of your wrists.”

“Oh, (Y/N). You bemuse me. You see, a prepared man doesn't need to rely on worldly inventions such as watches. And numbers. He only needs his intuitions. Of which I have so many.” Ken taps intermittently at his temples, still avoiding your direct gaze. Calm and collected. Or, his best imitation of someone relaxed. And educated.

Had anyone else done this, especially on a frustrating and confusing day like today, you’d have probably kneed them in the groin. Maybe hurl a few expletives. Because where would you get off snatching a smoke straight out of someone’s hand? That you'd spent your own money on?

But all you could manage to do was laugh, fold over forwards a little bit with it, and the sound of it eased Ken’s nerves, eventually joining in with you to test the temperature of the conversation. 

“So… are you done being mad at me now?” He scrubbed at the back of his neck.

“I was never mad at you, Ken. I just needed some air, I needed to… clear my head. I really meant it when I said you didn’t do anything wrong.” He leaned over the railing a bit, tapping his foot against the welcome mat you’d placed outside.

“What I said wasn’t – well, it wasn’t nice, and I realized that I haven’t been handling this situation appropriately. That’s what made me feel upset. I was mad at myself.” Confessing this had you feeling twenty pounds lighter. 

“But it made me feel nice,” Ken affirmed, and you had to soldier yourself mentally not to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him or something equally as unwise. “I liked it. Is that so bad?”

In your peripheral you could make out the lines of his flawless blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched the grass below, the bright orange “For Rent” sign, the pomeranian sunbathing on the second floor end unit. He seemed to be taken with every new sight that he laid his eyes on. So eager to learn, eager to please you, to help release your nerves. 

You considered that you didn't deserve even an ounce of it. His newness. His charisma, the spark in his eyes when you smiled at him. Any of it, there was no reason it should be directed towards you. 

Sobered, you attempted with great willpower not to let this falter your resolve. The best way to handle this was with honesty, and you knew that lying to Ken would only further complicate your already complicated friendship that had been forged only a handful of hours earlier. 

“To be fair, it usually feels nice to be complimented.”

“And that’s something friends do for each other – they say nice things about the people they like. So I think you should stop being so mad.” Ken sustained, lightly biting at his plush bottom lip, swelling under the tension, the exactitude of his discomfort manifesting. 

“Listen. Ken,” you dug your nails into the back of your hand, at the susceptible skin there, leaving imprints as you tried to assert yourself. If Ken noticed the tremble in your exhale as you slowly blinked, he didn’t point it out.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you, because you seem like someone who… I don’t know. Deserves it. You’re funny, you’re. Fascinating. You’re easy on the eyes, I mean, you're. You’re.”

Ken flushes a deep shade of pink at your words, speechless, the spread of it so clear and unbidden on his lower neck that you have to nearly kick yourself not to look. He's got no idea how to answer you. When Ken finally receives the attention he angles for, it seems that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Stands and sways and stares, waits for the next beat because he isn’t sure of what comes after this, what could possibly be waiting for him on the other side of affection, the words that make him bow his head and drop his listless eyes.

You’re a solid few feet away from Ken, but he smells like sunlight – smells like happiness. His eyelashes dance in the shadows the setting sun casts over him in streaks of oranges and deep reds, painting him like an immortalized work of art.

He glimmers like an angel. Something made from clay. It makes your stomach twist. For some reason you miss your little sister. You miss when your days had structure. When decisions weren’t hard to make, when they weren’t even your responsibility. 

When you were only a child, and being alive didn’t sting. 

When none of this was your job. It was only dusk and popsicles, running until your ankles scraped against your shoes so bad they bled. When it was just sidewalk chalk and trading cards and homemade dinner. Homework and awful bathroom haircuts. Long walks and skinned knees.

Not a single part of you had ever felt ready to be an adult, and it was hitting you outside on your balcony, washing over you in disconcerting waves that Ken couldn’t read, couldn’t make sense of.

“You don’t know me that well. And. We only just met today. You know? So, what I’m trying to say is, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, about… what I’ve been through and. What I’m looking for. Out of life, out of. Relationships, friends, things like that. What I want to become. And until this morning, I hadn’t really been that inspired to evaluate any of it. My days are essentially just this, every week over and over, exactly like you’ve seen. I work at the library. I say hi to Pat. I rent a magazine that I forget about and then return without even having picked it up or read it, like some loser. I feed my guinea pig. I smoke and then sit out here, watch my neighbors. It’s just.” 

Your throat feels constricted, fighting against twangs of distressed emotion that bubble up and cradle within you, threatening to release at any moment. Threaten to betray you. You’re reticent to accept that any display of weakness could turn Ken off.

Could have him turning tail and going back to… wherever it was he said he came from. Barbieland? Jesus, what a day.

Since when had you become such a sap? So ready to let it all out over the smallest event, something as mundane as meeting someone who expressed interest in you?

Ken wasn’t just someone, you scolded yourself. Wasn’t just some guy you’d bump into at a bar, someone you’d match with on a dating app or strut up to at a baseball game drunkenly and emboldened with false courage. He couldn’t fit into a box of superlatives. Refused to be defined so easily.

He didn’t even have a heartbeat.

It’s too much out here, and you want to cry. Want so desperately to cry. To let it out, to experience the way you’d feel in front of someone who would never judge you for it. Who probably doesn’t even know what crying or sorrow or regret or loneliness feels like.

But Ken stills himself and listens. Fiddles with his hands like he’s never been bored before and listens to every word, hangs on them like he’s getting something out of this, like he needs to listen to a human being speak about what it feels like to be a human being. Like this is valuable information to him.

He’s so beautiful and bright and burning like the sun and he listens to all of it.

“It would be the easy thing to just keep you here. I know you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m sorry about that. It would be so easy to. Accept this, accept you and. Not even question it. I mean, Jesus. You came out of nowhere. Introduced yourself to me. Not afraid of anything. You didn’t even know who I was, not really. And the easy thing would be for me to take you – take it. Not even. Not even worrying about what it said about me to do that.”

Your throat is rubbed raw, the honest and vulnerable tears tugging at your eyes, but you can’t do that right now. Don't want to turn over and show your dark, clingy underbelly to Ken when he's only just met you and only thinks shining, sweet things about you, like you could never be capable of letting him down.

Not when it matters, when someone is pegging you as their lifeline, their sole source of connecting themselves to humanity.

Ken just squeezes his pink, worry-chewed lips into a thin line and continues to listen. He has nowhere else to be. Why would he? He’s pale and shining and gorgeous.

Swells of his arms filling with the afternoon sun. There’s nowhere else he wants to be but right here, barefoot and open and accepting of what you need to get off your chest, like there’s the perfect space right in his heart to fit it all in, to understand it even if he’s struggling to get what you mean. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I think that there’s. I think there’s something about you that makes me want to be careless. And that’s not like me, at least not right now.”

“But I don’t feel careless when I’m with you.” Ken states, like it’s easy, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Something breaks deep inside you, it's thick and presumptuous, and you feel pressure thickening in the base of your gut, like you might puke or scream or maybe a combination of both.

“I’ve been careless of you. You might not realize it, but. I have been. It’s not cool. I don’t feel that I’m doing the right thing.” 

“Well. What can we do that will make this better?” The question that’s been dancing on his lips, that’s been tearing him asunder finally comes to light. 

You wring your hands in front of you, already craving another cigarette, craving liquor, craving an out from this. The urge to scrape something sharp against the meat of your arm comes to you. You ignore it. Swallowing down the urge to punish yourself.

It’ll be alright. Just approach this logically. Do the right thing.

Do the right thing.

And don’t mess it up.

“I think I would feel better if you went back to where you came from.” 

The words smolder between the two of you, more fiery and loaded than you intended, and Ken bristles at your words. Expecting rejection. Waiting for a slap to the face.

"You want me to leave?"

“Hold on. Not like that, I mean. I think I would feel better if you went back to… you know.”

“Barbieland.” Ken states, and it’s too small, it’s puny. It’s not how you want him to sound. So beaten down and insecure.

“Right. And I think you should really consider whether or not you want this. Living in the real world. Because it’s tough, and. Ken, it’s difficult, it’ll rip you apart from the inside out. People are unpredictable. They can be loving and gentle, but… not every moment you spend here will be fun. Not every friend you make here will have your best interest at heart. They’ll take advantage of you and bleed you for what you’re worth. They’ll toss you around and spit you out and not think anything of it.”

The twirling light in his pupils dies out then, fizzles in a way that's tangible, like you could reach out and touch it to feel how real it is. Ken seems to not understand what you’re saying, but stares at you still, picking at the ends of his sleeves with great effort.

"Is it... you're sure it's not me? Because (Y/N), If I did something, I hope you know you can feel free to let me know. I won't get upset." It twinges at your insides. Makes you clench and tongue at the roof of your mouth. There isn't anything that gets past Ken, is there?

"No, that's. That's not it."

"Okay."

“I’m not saying I will do all of that to you.” You turn then to face him, waving your hand in general as if summarizing everything you'd just said, fighting the instinct to pull another cigarette out of your purse, to hide from what you’re feeling. The truth you need to communicate to him so real and regrettable and honest.

“I just want you to gather as much information as you can before you decide this for yourself. Your life. I don’t know what it was like for you before. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe our world seems like a sanctuary compared to where you’re from. Maybe it seems like a hellhole.”

Ken doesn’t say anything, just watches your every move intensely, watches your back as it contracts and spreads out with anxiety. Working to pick the right words, the intricacies of what you wish you could articulate.

“But that’s how it is here. I think you should be aware of what you’re getting into. I don’t have all the answers and I need you to understand that. I’m not perfect. I’m not. Not… what you probably think I am. But if you speak with your friends, and others who can build on what I’m telling you, and after everything you still want to come back, I promise you will have a place here, I promise that you can stay with me and that. That I’ll do my very best to show you the ropes and show you everything I have learned.” 

Ken appears deep in thought, tendering his hands fretfully, doesn’t speak for a moment. When the silence continues for minutes, you wonder if he’s given up entirely on speech. 

But then he finally announces, with a measure of confidence you’ve never seen before, “Okay. I will accept this ultimatum, (Y/N). I will go back to Barbieland and ask all the Kens and Barbies what they know about the real world. And when I come back, I can even ask Barbie what she thinks. If she thinks I can do it.”

There’s a tepid, unsure quiver to Ken’s voice when he says this, stumbling over his words like they weren’t ready to come out, not yet. “But you should know something about me, too.”

“What’s that?” You reply, stomach churning with a wistfulness, an aching that isn’t familiar. Might not even be yours to feel.

“When I come back, I want to see you smile. I want you to show me your neighborhood. And what Willa eats. There’s no way I could forget about her. Do you accept my terms?” Somehow you get the impression that Ken isn’t talking about your guinea pig – not entirely, not all the way.

“Yes. I accept. I promise.”

“Promise?” Ken sticks his thin, golden hand out to clutch onto yours, and like it’s burial rites or heartfelt wedding ceremony vows or something precariously in between, and you reach your hand out right back and shake on it. It's real now. Set in stone. Something Ken won’t soon forget. Would never back down on.

"Yes, Ken. Yes."

When he leaves your apartment, you’re reeling, basically unable to look at Willa, the tiny living thing Ken’s connected with so deeply. She sniffs at the air like she's missing something. It hurts. Pathetically, you find it difficult to open your laptop and answer another email. To pretend to be sociable. Capable.

Ken doesn't ask for the address to your apartment, doesn't ask for your phone number, your last name or anything. He seems to believe that he can find his way back to you on instinct and willpower alone.

You think of Ken asking you about bananas of all things. Caring so much about your wellbeing that he threw away your cigarette. An otherwise complete stranger, so blisteringly entrancing that it makes you numb.

Dejectedly, you curl up on your couch, inhaling the smell of Ken so present and dominant in your apartment, that fresh smell, and you bite your fist with a sharp gasp. Shutting your eyes with extreme force, you fight the tears that spill unceremoniously down your tired, tired face, confused and spun around from the inside out.

#ken #ryan gosling #ken x reader #ken x female reader #ken barbie #barbie movie #female reader #ryan gosling ken

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Memory

A/N sorry this is kinda trash

3 AM drives had become a tradition for you and Dream. His sleep schedule was already fucked up and you couldn't sleep without him curled up next to you. It was a way to unwind from the days stressors, just the two of you against the world.

Unfortunately, 3 AM was also when those who should have been cut off hours earlier decided they should fall asleep somewhere more comfortable than a barstool.

The drive was just like any other, Dreams hand lounging on the steering wheel and the other warm on your thigh. Radio blasting a playlist full of old songs that you'd both grown up listening to, both of you belting the words at the top of your lungs, laughing and just being together.

Everything happened so fast after that.

The other driver didn't even have time to try and swerve, to try and avoid hitting the car. When you'd first woken up, Sapnap informed you that the coward just drove away, not bothering to contact anybody. You'd suffered a broken leg and arm, as well as a small concussion, but that was the extent of your injuries.

Dream was far worse.

The car was totaled, the initial impact T-boning the drivers side. Dream had broken bones, blood loss, and a severe concussion. And he hadn't shown any sign of waking up soon.

Once you were discharged you went straight to his room and just...sat.

It hurt to look at him. His shining eyes shut, one bruised bleeding, an impossible frown settling on his lips, a bandage flattening the fluffy hair on his forehead. Wires were connected to him, machines beeping monotonously, IVs delivering a clear liquid into his vein.

"Dream..." you whimpered. You'd give anything to have him back.

Sapnap and George took turns visiting, as well as Dream's family members. They'd try convincing you to go home and rest, get some real sleep, but you always said you were fine. George would bring you meals from the cafeteria, and you'd pick at them, but never enough to fill you stomach. You didn't know if you'd be able to keep anything more down.

Finally a week later the machines started beeping faster. Dream was making progress, pulling through.

Everyone wanted to be there to see his eyes open for the first time. The staff tried their hardest to prevent it, but when Dream finally woke up, all of you were at his bedside.

"Dream, Honey?" His mom whispered, trying to hold back tears.

"Mom? Dad? What happened?" You could see Dream wince from the hoarseness of his voice, trying to clear his throat. "Water?"

"You were in a pretty bad accident about a week ago." George answered.

Dream took a cup of water from his dad's outstretched hands. "Hey, guys." Dream nodded towards George and Sapnap.

"Dream." You breathed, almost scared that this was a dream and you'd wake up and he'd be asleep still.

"Hello." He responded, but it wasn't in the way you would have expected your boyfriend to. You decided to brush it off figuring he was just tired or something from the medication.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, taking his hand in yours.

"Fine, I guess. I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asks, pulling his hand from yours.

The room fell silent.

"Dream..." You asked in disbelief.

Before you could say anything else a Doctor came in to check on Dream.

"I need anyone who isn't family to stay in the waiting room please. You all shouldn't be back here. Now go." He said, shooing you and the other boys out of the room.

"Babes..." Sapnap starts, seeing how hurt and confused you are.

"It's probably just temporary." George assures you. "Let's go sit down and i'm sure when we can see him again, he'll have remembered."

Nodding slightly, the lead you to the stiff chairs of the waiting room.

A little while later Dream's dad came into the waiting room.

"He's going to be alright eventually. Just needs lots of rest and time for his bones to heal. Unfortunately, he does have a kind of amnesia. He remembers most things leading up to the accident, but not what happened during."

"Most things?" George asks.

"There are certain...aspects...that have slipped his memory" Dreams dad says, looking away from the three of you.

"It's me, isn't it?" You say, a feeling of dread growing within you, being almost too scared to say it out loud.

"Yes. But don't worry, the Doctor said it should be temporary." He quickly reassured.

What was said after that fell upon deaf ears. What were you going to do? You'd moved in with Dreams years ago, and never as just a roommate. You were building a life together and that was just....gone. You guessed you could move into the guest bedroom for a while...

"Have you told him anything about who I am?" You interrupted the current conversation.

Dreams dad nodded. "We told him you're a friend of the family. That way when he sees you around..."

"He's not so weirded out."

Dreams dad nods solemnly.

"You're all welcome back to see him though." He offers, trying to lighten the mood.

"Actually, I think i'm going to go home. Rest up a bit." You declined. You figured it'd be better than staying a feeling like a stranger.

You still visited the hospital every day until Dream was discharged, but you didn't stay as long, and stayed as far away from Dream as you could in the tiny room.

When Dream was discharged his mom insisted he stay with them for the time being so she could keep an eye on him.

Whenever you'd visited before, Dreams childhood home was a safe place. A place where you feel like you belonged, and were loved. Like a second home. Now you felt like you were intruding. A guest in this family home. No matter how much his parents promised you were part of the family and that this would all go away soon, you began to wonder if it would.

"Hey Mom, Hey...(Y/N), right?" Dream said, entering the kitchen where you were visiting with his mom to grab an apple from the fridge.

"Hey."

Once Dream left the kitchen you turned to his mom.

"Do you really think it's temporary?"

"Oh, Sweetheart. I know it must be hard. But I really do think that deep down, Dream still knows exactly who you are and loves you every bit as much as he did before."

You fingered the necklace he'd gotten you for your anniversary, only a month before the accident."

"I know I should have hope, it's just...too hard. Too see him, smiling and laughing again, and knowing that I can't be the cause. Knowing that he has no idea who I am.." You say, a sob threatening to escape taking your words.

"I'm sorry. I have to go." You say, standing up and leaving without another word.

Days went by without you visiting. George and Sapnap would update you, but they never said what you needed to hear.

After a month went by with no sign of his memories returning you decided you'd given it enough time.

You moved in with your friend for a while until you were able to find an apartment. Sapnap fought hard to convince you to stay but George understood how hard it was for you and eventually Sapnap gave up.

Once Dreams mom felt comfortable with it, he moved back into the Dream Team Household, still without a inkling of memory for you.

Then, one day months later, Dream rushed into the living room where George and Sapnap were lounging on their phones.

"Guys, I'm freaking out. I can't find (Y/N) anywhere and all her stuff is missing." He says, tugging on his curls, panic rising in his voice.

"(Y/N)?" George asks, surprised, looking at Sapnap who returned the same surprised expression.

"Don't be stupid George, I'm serious. I cant find her and I've tried calling and texting with no answer."

"Dream, calm down. (Y/N) is fine, just staying with a friend." Sapnap started slowly.

"A friend? What the hell is going on?" Dream asked. HIs legs felt wobbly and throat felt tight with fresh tears. He sat on the couch to steady himself.

"After the accident..." Sapnap started.

"You suffered from a sort of amnesia." George took over.

"Right. The doctor said that's why I couldn't remember the accident at all." Dream said, confused. Why were they telling him all this again?

"There was something else you didn't remember. Well, someone." Sapnap said.

"What?" Dream felt a heavy wash of something come over him.

"You woke up and couldn't remember (Y/N) at all. Your parents told you she was a family friend so you wouldn't be so confused as to why she was around all the time. We wanted to tell you , but your mom convinced us that it would be better for you to go along with the lie, she said you were in such a fragile state that it'd just be better that way. And then we didn't know when the best time to tell you would be."

"I forgot her?" Dream asked. He couldn't believe it. This was the girl he'd pictured a future with. The love of his life. No way did he just forget her.

"It got too hard for her. She started out visiting your house nearly every day, but eventually it was too much and she moved out. Forced herself to move on." George said.

"Move on?" Dream whispered. "No, I can't let that happen. I have to see her. Have to let her know I remember her. We can be together again." He looked at Sapnap. "Do you know what friend she was staying with?" Dream had only met a few of your friends, but only knew where one or two of them lived.

Once Sapnap told him and Dream thanked whatever God he believed in that it was one of the ones whos addresses he knew, he grabbed his keys and got into the car and started driving.

A knock on the front door of your friends apartment startled you from where you were sitting on the couch scrolling through yet another page of apartment listings on your laptop.

Placing the computer on the coffee table you opened the door, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

"Dream.." you whispered.

You were wrapped in his arms immediately, being crushed to his chest in a suffocating hug.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could have ever forgotten you."

"Oh, Dream. " you said, with tears in your eyes, wrapping your arms around him and burying your fact into his neck.

"Please don't tell me i'm too late. That you haven't given up on us. That you didn't forget me."

"Dream, even if there was anyone else I never would have been able to forget us. Never would have been able to completely move on. I love you."

Dream smiled widely pulling you into a kiss.

"I can't wait to make more memories with you."

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dream #dreamwastaken

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 21.

i woke up to johnnie sitting on the bed. he stared down at his phone. his leg was shaking gently, and i could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him.

"Good morning." i say cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Can we talk?" he looks over to me, a neutral expression on his face.

i could tell it was important. i had never truly seen johnnie so serious. "Uh, yeah?" i sit up, "should i get ready for the day first?"

"If you want, but i dont care." he looks away.

"Okay, what's up?" i could feel a pit in my stomach. i pulled the covers further over my lap, clutching them nervously.

"i know this is really soon, but i can't hide my feelings for you anymore." he smiled softly, "Will you be my girlfriend."

a million thoughts ran through my head. "of fucking course. It's not too soon at all, i feel like I've been waiting years for you to ask."

he didn't respond but immediately pulling me in. he kissed my lips softly, his hands on either side of my face. he didn't pull away, and neither did i. his hands moved to my waist, gripping my gently as our lips glided together. i pulled him closer to me, dreading the moment he'd pull away. but he hadn't yet.

the kiss grew more passionate, making my whole body feel hot. he gently pushed me back onto the bed, putting us both in a better position. he crawled on top of me, continuing to kiss me. i continuously tried to pull him closer. it felt as if he wasn't close enough.

his tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i opened my mouth slightly, nervous because i wasn't too sure how to really kiss. with johnie, it was like clock work. i followed his lead. his hand brushed my face and ran through my hair.

johnnie pulled away as he heard his phone ring. he was breathing heavily as he stared down at me with a soft smile on his face. "im sorry, hold on. its probably important."

"its alright." i choke out, trying to form actual words. "I'll be back." i say, grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom. he nods and answers the phone.

i lock the bathroom door and immediately call Tara. she picks up almost immediately. "Hey!" she greeted, dragging out the y.

"Oh my god. you'll never guess what just happened." i stuttered.

"What?!"

"me and johnnie just fucking made out. he asked me to be his girlfriend, and i said yes, of course. but im so scared, ive never been in a relationship before. what if im bad at it? i really want it to work out with Johnnie." i rambled, turning on the shower and beginning to undress.

"No fucking way. Holy shit, im so happy for you, y/n! i told you it'd all work out." i could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone. "By the way, im coming over later. jake said him and johnnie have a surprise for us, i guess."

"Oh shit, i wonder what it could be. jake hasnt said anything to me, but alright." i step into the warm water and begin to wash my hair.

"It's probably something really stupid, per usual." she laughs, "sooo, what happened after you and johnnie fucking kissed?!"

"well, he pulled away because he was recieving a call. he said it was important, and then i called you." i washed my face and turned off the shower. "im still so nervous around him, though."

"im sure he's just the same. the only difference is he's been in a relationship."

i dried off and got dressed. "Yeah, i guess so. well, I'm going to go hang out with him. I'll see you later!"

"Okay, have fun. use protection! bye, babe." she laughed before hanging up the phone.

johnnie ended up being busy for the rest of the day. i laid in the bed while he streamed, listening as he played the guitar.

hours had passed, and it was finally time for jake and johnnies secret announcement. the 4 of us sat in the living room. tara had brought over a bottle of whiskey, so we all had our own cup of alcohol.

after some small talk, jake pulled out his phone. "So, me and my husband were searching the web and found out Falling in Reverse is coming to town. we bought tickets for all 4 of us." he flipped his phone to show us.

my jaw dropped. "no fucking way." i had been a falling in reverse fan since my teen years.

tara screamed, her hand flying over her mouth. she pulled jake in for a hug. "Oh my god. I'm so excited!"

i hugged Johnnie tight. "you guys are fucking crazy." he placed a peck on my lips.

jake gagged before returning his attention to tara. "Thank you two so much." me and tara said in unison, giggling at the accident.

"holy shit, we have to plan our outfits." i turn to tara.

"Oh my god, yes." i noticed that tara repeated the phrase 'oh my god' a lot.

she posted a photo of the 4 of us on her instagram story captioned 'guess whos going to see falling in reverse?!'

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #tara yummy #cafe aesthetic #cafe #café #the night shift

[pararororurun]

Hi, hi!!! I saw you have an inbox now omgggg, can i request mikoto, mido, and john (orekoto) x reader (siblings) just. Handling their sibling that almost committed suicide and has self-harmed themselves? I needed comfort :3

If you can't write for the three of them just pick one of ur favs! Thx for ur service and 👋 (i think u know me :3)

Kayano Mikoto, John, Midokoto & Reader

Summary : the worst thing to happen ended up happening.

Note : this is like. REALLY long. Maybe longer than usual idk that's rlly up to you guys

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Mikoto :

"Are you feeling any better?" He said as he hands you some warm tea.

It's been a few days since you.. You know. The first time Mikoto saw you distressed was probably the worst memory he's ever had of you. His younger sibling, trying to go beyond the limit of hurting yourself.

The feeling of dread when he saw you starting to limp on the floor, and reaching out to him. That memory playing over and over again in his head while he was waiting for you at the hospital.

He was lucky enough for the boss to let all the workers have a few days of vacation. An odd order from the boss but he took it nonetheless. Imagine his shock when he finds you with a wound on your chest.

Were you okay? And why hadn't he seen the signs earlier? It should've been obvious.. If he truly cared and loved you he would've known why you wanted to do it. He should've—

"Mr. Kayano?" He looks to his side to see the nurse walking into your room. "Please excuse me, I'm here to replace the IV." Mikoto lets the nurse in as she changes the IV.

When the nurse walked out of the room you mumbled to Mikoto about something. Mikoto couldn't hear you the first and asked politely if you could repeat what you said. You apologized, for being such a 'burden' and making worry so much.

Out of nowhere, he embraced a hug with you as he tried to comfort you. "Don't say stuff like that.. You're still young. You haven't discovered yourself fully, and there's probably a lot of things that's stressing you out."

"I'm sorry for not seeing the signs earlier.. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.. I'm sorry I'm always working late hours. I should've spent more time with you, everything's so stressful right? Let's just forget about it. What matters is now."

You hugged him back and cried into his shoulder, apologizing. He soothe your worries and apologized back, and tells you how you don't need to worry about 'those' things anymore. Everything will be alright.

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John :

It's been a few days and you were finally discharged from the hospital. The doctor gave you some medication, to which you were a bit skeptical of, but he assured you how it won't cause further pain for you.

When you returned home, the smell of curry filled the entire house. At first, you thought your mother was home, and rushed to the kitchen to find your brother cooking in the kitchen.

You walked over to him and asked when did he get home, and why he didn't pick you up when you were discharged from the hospital. He turns around to look at you before realizing you were there at all.

"Oh, sorry. I wanted to come pick you up, but I got a call from the doctor telling me that you already went home." He stops cooking for a bit. "How are you." He went to the fridge and opened it, giving you a bottle of water.

"Sit down. It took you a while to get here didn't it? So you should rest first." You followed his suggestion and sat on the couch. Going back to the house didn't feel as relieving as you thought it'd be, maybe it's because mom wasn't here.

But there's no way you'd be upset over that. Sure mom isn't here for a bit but she's definitely arriving home earlier, I mean her child was just out of the hospital what mother wouldn't want to see their child then?

.. Right?

..

"Here." He puts a plate of curry and rice down at the table in front of you. "Eat up. You're going to need it after everything." His tone of voice sounded a little harsh, but his words were.. Nice? Maybe? You don't know.

He sat beside you as you ate your food. The quiet atmosphere was a little awkward, and you expected your brother to start talking more, but even he looked puzzled on how to start a conversation.

After a few minutes of silence, he opened his mouth and asked you a question. "Is there... Anything you want to tell me?.." You look at him confused while still eating your food. "You know, since you've uh, did that.. I was wondering if there was something you wanted to talk to me about. How is it going with mom? Are you two doing well?"

His voice sounded uncertain, as if he was asking himself if it was that was the right thing to ask. Then, your eyes started to swell, and tears were starting to build up in your eyes. You were about to cry, before stopping yourself and wiping the tears with your sleeve.

'Mikoto' noticed how you've hesitated on answering and looked down, he tried to look at you in the eye only to be met with the sound of you sniffling. He quickly grabbed onto your shoulders to make you look at him and see tears already running down your face.

"What... What happened? Why are you crying?.." You try to shake away from before he let's go of you, realizing how accidentally strong his grip was. "I'm.. Sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I say the wrong thing?.."  You shake your head and told him how he's done nothing wrong, and that you were just 'sad'.

His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered his question from before. "Is it mom?.. She didn't do anything bad to you did she?" His voice started to sound slightly irritated as he finished his sentence. Why did he make it sound like he'll hurt mom if she did do something bad to you?

You told him no and gave him the actual reason on why you decided to do it. He looked at you in disbelief and kept on asking you on why you didn't tell him sooner. He saw how uncomfortable you got and backed away a bit, apologizing briefly.

"If there's anything wrong.. Just tell me, tell 'us'." He emphasized the us to you loudly, as you got confused. 'Mikoto' just sighs and hugs you quickly, before holding onto your shoulders.

"Listen. If anything happens, don't be scared to tell me. I'm your brother, no matter what kind of situation you'll be in I will always help. Do you get that?" You hesitantly nod your head.

"Good. Now go to sleep, I already cleaned your bedroom." You felt a pang of guilt stab your chest as you realized you left all the hard work to 'Mikoto'. Before you could apologize 'Mikoto' turned his head at you and glared. "Don't even think about apologizing."

You kept your mouth shut and walked to your bedroom, leaving 'Mikoto' in the living room alone.

"Jeez those two are exactly the same." John muttered under his breath.

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Midokoto :

You slept on your bed, yet your eyes were still awake. You fluttered your eyelids from time to time, it felt so surreal. You nearly ended your life, and now you're here sleeping in your bed like nothing happened?

No one was at fault, really, it was just you. It's always been just you. Mom isn't usually home, since she's always working from day to night. Mikoto also works out side the city, you didn't even know he was home, you thought he went back to his apartment to continue working.

Don't even start with dad, that guy left the family like it was nothing. He was too busy with work and couldn't always be there with the family? Bullshit. Nothing but a two-faced bitch who's willing to make empty promises to his childre—

"Hey, you there?" A knock was heard coming from your bedroom door. It sounds like your brother but not exactly?.. You tell him to come in and he opens the door, strangely his bangs were shaped differently, like it was trying to cover one of his eye.

You brush off this 'new' look your brother had and asked him why he knocked on the door. "Was trying to check if you were asleep or not, turns out you weren't. It's 12 am you know? I don't think someone who was just discharged from the hospital should be awake at this hour."

You groan and tell him how it was because he knocked on the door when you were about to close your eyes. "No I doubt that. Even if you were about to sleep you wouldn't be able to hear the knock since you sleep like a log."

You ask if that was supposed to be an insult to which he replies by shrugging and sitting on the side of your bed. Now that you were awake you didn't know what you should be doing now. I mean your brother is just sitting on the side of the bed saying nothing.

What has been going on with your brother? He's been awfully quiet for the past few hours. You wouldn't be too surprised if he saw a cat got run over by some- "it's a weird feeling huh." You look at him, his back facing you.

You ask why. "Well, your life nearly ended, but you're just here trying to sleep. Is it not an odd feeling?" You stare at him for a while before staring back at the ceiling. "Sorry. Too harsh?" He looked through his shoulder to see you wipe your tears.

"Ah, right. You're.. A little bit more sensitive than 'me'." When you finished wiping your cheeks you look at him in confusion. He phrased the sentence really.. Weird? Maybe you're weird.

You both sat in silence. "Didn't 'I' tell you to sleep? You should sleep now." There's that weird phrasing again. He ruffled your hair before standing up, be looked back at you, smiling. "Don't sleep too late, you don't want to miss breakfast do you?"

You tell him okay, he nods and walks to the door, walking out and closing it behind him. You watched as the door closed, and the sound of silence fills the room, but this time it feels eerie.

Like there's really nothing, just nothing, no one to talk to... No one to feel the presence of.

God.. This is terrifying.

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Note : this took longer than I had anticipated. Sorry friends. ALSO THIS WAS SOOOO POORLY WRITTEN BECAUSE I WROTE IT ON SEPERATE DAYS WHICH MEANS I WAS ON SEPERATE MOODS WHICH MEANS MY WRITING STYLE WILL CHANGE OHHH MY GOD

#milgram #milgram x reader #mikoto kayano #bittersweet ending #mikoto kayano x reader #john milgram #john milgram x reader #john x reader #midokoto #midokoto x reader #I have never been more slower than I am today

[moonchildstyles]

haven’t sent in any thoughts in forever bc my brain has been blank but I was just thinking ab citrine h (bc when am I not, let’s be real) and how if it was really cold and windy outside one day ofc dande and bonnie would be inside w him and sunshine staying warm in their beds with all the fuzzy blankets, but h wouldn’t have the heart to turn away any animal that came to his door:( like maybe a couple of squirrels and some bluebirds ended up on his porch he would ofc usher them all inside and sunshine would be so :) bc he just has a heart of gold! but also idk if his meadow has some sort of magic around it to stop it from being wintry or snowy for the sake of his flowers, so if that’s the case I can just imagine how many animals end up in his space trying to stay away from the cold like :( he’d get so excited when they all started showing up and he would make sure everyone had enough water and little snacks and things and he would start recognizing them from who has been there before, like “sunshine, I think that deer over there finally lost its spots it’s doing the same thing before it lays down as that baby one was doing a few weeks ago!” like he’s just so cute I need him 🐢

omg wait stop:(((((( I LOVEEEEE the idea of all of these extra little cute animals hanging out and h feeding them and keeping them warm:( I love that so much you know he would keep all of these animals if he could but he always wants them to be free and happy and if they come back he'll take care of them:( and him remembering some of the animals and like keeping track of them to make sure they’re safe and happy and just :((((((((((( idek what to say im just picturing him feeding a little deer from hand and its the most sweet little thing ive ever SEEN:((((((((((((((

#anon #ask #🐢 anon #citrine inspo #concept

[captain-mj]

Black Coffee

Poll at the end

Soap gave Ghost a cup of black coffee from the cafeteria. It didn’t look that good, but he’d drink it. 

Ghost shifted and Soap settled into his side. “Hate hospitals.”

“They’re not my favorite either.” 

Ghost grabbed his hand and gently rubbed circles into it. The nurse told them a while ago that Jason was sleeping off drugs from surgery. He was doing fine, as fine as one could with a gunshot at least, but he was breathing. 

“Can’t believe this all started because I had a crush on my barista. He was the one that dragged me into the coffeeshop.” Ghost stroked his inner wrist, tracing his veins. 

Soap hesitated. “Your friends seem really concerned about something. I want to know what they’re worrying about.” 

Ghost sighed. “My little… incident.” 

He didn’t want to talk about this. 

He had to though. Didn’t he? He had been avoiding it for weeks. 

“Tried to kill myself.” 

Soap flinched. Those pretty blue eyes went wide. 

“It’s complicated. I got high on some underground stuff. Specifically for dragons. Works a bit like weed I’m told but that’s not how it went for me. Then I was in my bathroom and it didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Then a few days passed. Knew I was sober. And I still wanted to. So I did. Price found me. Said he had never seen someone so pale.”

“Bad trip?”

“No. Good trip. Just made me realize how fucking miserable I was. I thought of my life. Where I was. How many people I buried. And part of me gave up. Stayed down. I’ve pushed forward my whole life, but suddenly I just couldn’t.” Ghost drank the coffee. “You’re sweet, Soap. Really are. But you’ve seen the scars. I’m sure you can piece together some awful things happened to me. Then I came home and more awful things happened.”

“When I said those things…” 

Ghost laughed. “Jesus, Johnny. I got upset. Made some questionable decisions. But I didn’t plan on bleeding myself dry any time soon. It’s been hard convincing all of them of this.” 

Soap nodded. “I can imagine.” His fingers were warm as they pressed against his wrist. For a moment, Ghost though he was feeling for scarring before those fingertips settled right on his pulse. 

“I’m alive, Johnny. And I’m right here.” Simon softened. 

Soap shook his head. “I’m sorry. I-”

Ghost yanked his wrist away. “No. None of that. I don’t want apologies from you. I wish everyone would just move on. I keep giving people time and they just don’t move on.” 

Soap nodded and looked down at his hands. 

They sat in silence for a long while before a nurse let them know that Jason had woken back up. 

Ghost stalked forward quickly, the world finally started to feel right again. 

Jason smiled and sat up. “Did it work?”

Ghost stepped to the side to show him Soap. Jason immediately brightened. 

“Nice to formally meet you, Soap.” He grinned. Dumb and toothy. Just like his best friend. 

“Jason. Very nice to finally get to know you.” Soap grabbed a chair. 

The two got on like a house on fire. Both of them had a lot in common. 

Ghost felt himself falling into his normal silence, watching the two of them. Jason looked pale, but definitely alive. There was an IV pumping who knows what into his body and he noticed Jason hitting the morphine button every three minutes. One minute longer than the minimum. Smart. He did have an addicting personality. Better to try to wait as long as he could with the pain management. If he got addicted, Ghost would have to watch him. Make sure he stayed alive and not overdosing. 

Jason hummed. “Simon. You’re doing it again.”

“Hmm?”

“Thinking super hard. You tend to go in spirals.” Jason smiled before looking at Soap. “If you see him scrunching up his mouth and looking distant, that’s why. Dangerous to let his thoughts wander.”

“So I’ve heard.” 

Soap was getting all types of intel on Ghost. It made him nervous. He hoped no one else gave him any more information. 

The universe was against him. He knew that once any of the other guys got around Soap, they would spill everything. It used to scare him. Being known. 

But it felt okay, right now.

Jason told Soap a few stories from their childhood, mostly talking about Simon’s partying days. It felt like when he was a teen and his mom told his crushes stories about when he was a baby. 

He realized after a minute that’s exactly what it was. Jason was doing it on purpose. The bastard. 

The nurse kicked them out eventually and Soap held Ghost’s hand as they walked. They fell in step with each other and Soap kissed his hand a few times. 

“Wayne.”

“What about him?”

“What do we plan on doing with him?” Ghost asked. “If you wanted, we could get him out of jail. Thought maybe you’d want face to face confrontation. Or I could snipe him for you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

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[foreverrogers]

hey!!

ive been reading ur fics on browser for like months and finally just got the app a few weeks ago so i can give you and all the lovely authors on this site the love they deserve 🕺

if ur still accepting requests,,

tasm!peter getting a call/text from drunk reader, they’re like in some random location just having a grand old time, unconcerned, and peter panics and swings to pick them up, take them home etc.

the fond exasperation, the tipsy flirting, the physical affection 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️ i just want it

omg hi i LOVE this idea it is so so so adorable

peter always stays out late patrolling when you go to a party or to get drinks with your friends, just for the not so off chance that you'll need him to come get you.

he's not surprised when he gets the call, or when you reveal that you've wandered into an unfamiliar park, or that you spend five minutes fumbling to figure out how to send him your location, or that you make stay on the phone with you, nevermind the fact that he's trying to swing across the city to rescue you.

"'m sleepy," you mumble, voice quiet across the line like you've moved away from the phone, and it would have been cute if peter's entire body hadn't tensed as soon as you called.

"i know, honey. it's way past your bedtime."

"mmm.... might just" you sigh, deep and calm and restful. "lie down for a little... while I wait."

"hey, hey, don't do that. i know you're tired, need you to stay awake for me though."

you hum again, even quieter this time, and no amount of peter's prodding through the phone gets you to speak up again until he arrives.

true to your word, you're curled up on a park bench, phone still open to his contact at your side.

"y/n, hey. you in there?"

you clearly hadn't been that invested in being asleep, because the light hand he puts on your arm makes your eyes fly open. you sit up so quickly he's surprised you don't topple over onto your other side.

"pe-!" his hand is over your mouth before you can let the second syllable of his name slip away. it's not late enough that there aren't people lazily strolling through the park, and peter turns to see a couple shoot him a strange look as they walk past. he pulls back, stands up to clumsily give them the thumbs up as they hurry away.

you're frowning deeply when he turns back, eyebrows pinched tightly. "why'd you do that?"

"secret identity, baby. remember? you gonna throw up if I swing us home?"

you nod, close your eyes for just a little too long to be blinking. "yup."

peter sighs. mostly because it's like talking to a brick wall when you're drunk, like pulling a very determined child out of a candy store to stop you from jumping into fountains or wandering down interesting alleyways or staring at darkened storefront displays. it's only a little bit because you're kind of adorable like this, with your messy hair and your droopy eyes and your eager affection. he likes taking care of you. "okay. it's okay, it's not too far to walk. let's just get you home, y/n."

a hand at your elbow encourages you up off the bench, and as you start walking you hug his arm tightly, partially to steady yourself, and partially because he's soft and warm and you want to.

there's silence for a while, as you exit the park gates and start down the block, you wrapped around him with your head on his shoulder. at some point you turn, look up at him with those wide, glassy eyes. the position looks uncomfortable to him, but you don't seem to mind. "you okay?"

you're frowning again, a caricature of a frown. "are you upset with me?"

"'course i'm not."

"but you called me y/n... in the park."

peter smiles, not that you can see it. "that's your name, isn't it?"

"yeah, but you never call me y/n... it's always baby or sweetheart or honey or-"

"okay, okay, i got it," he interrupts, chuckling, knows with the years of pet names stored away in your hazy brain you'll keep going until you get home. "won't happen again, baby. promise."

you beam at him, the complete inversion of your expression in the blink of an eye. "thank you," you start, triumphant, let your grin melt a little as you look at him. "can i have a kiss to make it up to me?"

peter really laughs this time, tilts his head at you. "was that whole thing just bait to get me to kiss you?"

"nooo," you sing, shake your head, biting back your smile as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. "now i just want a kiss."

"we'll be home in 5 minutes."

"but i don't wanna wait 5 minutes," you try, smile falling, and peter pulls you into the alley just so he doesn't have to see you frown again.

you're not that far in, just so you've both slipped into the shadows, evaded by the yellow glow of the street lights. your back is against solid brick, and you're grinning again. "better?"

"not yet," you mumble, and peter lets you gently roll up the bottom of his mask so it's sitting just below his nose.

peter's hands rest steadily at your waist, and your own come up to frame his face as you pull him into a kiss.

you taste sweet, like soda and lipgloss, and just faintly of the bitter tinge of liquor left on your tongue.

peter can't help but match your smile as you pull away. "okay, now let's really get you home."

#tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #andrew!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield #hayes muses #tasm peter fluff #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter fluff

[celestie0]

MAKE THEM FUCK LIKE RABBITS IN TBE NEXT CHAPPPPPPP. Like wdym bae u got the athlete stamina? Physical touch is your love language? You've been dying to touch me? my cooter won't let him leave till I've had my fill (pun intended) 😀😀😀😀

Ok jokes aside just finished reading the recent chap + the headcanons and oh god I have THOUGHTS. Kai and his loser clique can all rot, leave it to insecure men to try dragging you down to their level because your ambition scares them and reminds them of just how incompetent they truly are. I'm not a film major but in somewhat similar humanities field and personally I could relate so much to that scene of a group of guys putting a lone girl in such an intimidating situation just to "teach her a lesson" because they consider themselves experienced. Like go to hell. Kudos to her for immediately slapping that cunt and putting kai in his fucking place.

And as for our main couple oh my god 😭 yn you broke my heart by what you said to gojo (I can't imagine how terrible she'd feel once she finds out his past like it's just so heartbreaking to have lost so much and have to hear that you have it easy. Ily bby toru), but watching her accept that she was wrong and how they both communicated really warmed my heart. Fucking finally he admitted he likes her and wants to be with her. Now go be w your girl!!

Thank you for this chapter!😙 it was well worth the wait and I've been in such a good mood ever since reading it. Thank you for your efforts 🫂

like rabbits 😭😭😭🤣🤣 i am unfortunately putting gojo in celibacy camp for next chap bc he needs to master abstinence🧍🏻‍♀️it’s a 7-day program so we’ll see if he survives /joking. YOUR COOTER COMMENT HAS ME DYING

“leave it to insecure men to try dragging you down to their level because your ambition scares them and reminds them of just how incompetent they truly are”

just exactly ditto. exactly this. i’ve no words to add, u 100% slayed w this. kiss 💋

im happy (but also not very happy) that u resonated w the bar scene. obv not so happy bc i hate that you’ve had to go through that but i rly hope it was some sort of representation for what you’ve had to face :””) i swear men who try to sabotage women’s careers bc of their own insecurities r the scum of earth

AND YES aaa reader’s dialogue in the argument 💔💔 it was so out of line but w everything she’s been dealing w i think it was just a cumulation of all the build up. it felt real to write that part bc ive been in situations where i’ve really liked men who just cannot show up for me the way i need them to, and just turning them into a “villain” was the easiest way to get over them, and i think that’s what was going through reader’s mind in that moment :”) but yes she apologized n i don’t think satoru holds it against her all that much bc he understands her well, but oof yea big chance the regret is gonna bite her down the line

SORRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE BACK BB i’m so happy you enjoyed the chapter n you’re in a good mood after reading it omg 🥺💕 thank u so freaking much for the ask

#kickoff #asks #anon

[dokukoi]

In relation to the ask game answer, could I get a lore dump on you and Ren? I won't deny, radio dj falling in love with thier kidnapper is a concept that's got got me hooked!

Don't feel pressured to answer and only include what you want to, I'm just super curious about that now :3

-@woof-ships

omg yay!!! thank you im so happy you like my silly self-ships to know more about them 🤭🤭🤭

it's based off of my own experiences being a radio dj and i wanted to have my own storyline that parallels btd2 canon but is more self-indulgent :D hopefully this makes sense (and is not ridiculously long) bc ive never written it down before dkakfjak

under the cut because i failed at keeping it short lmao

so, while trying to make friends by surfing gore and snuff forums, ren stumbled upon noe's late-night show (10PM - 4AM). it's an international block, focusing on rock and metal from different countries. much to ren's delight, there's also a vkei, jrock, and jmetal showcase hour. after a few days of listening to the show, listening to the DJ during their voice breaks—ren's heart races. they have so much in common, they sound so kind... they're the friend ren has been looking for! so, he finally decides to call in a request.

noe is delighted, obviously—not many people call in to radio shows, let alone late-night ones anymore! they're even more delighted when ren becomes a regular caller. there's only so much you can do to occupy yourself when you're stuck in the studio for six hours. noe is more than happy to chat away!

while it starts off as short conversations, about the music, the bands... ren quickly pushes the conversations to be longer, more personal. nothing too invasive, yet. it's basically having a pen-pal... right? noe is just happy to have some company and willing to overlook some of the more prodding questions.

meanwhile, ren is becoming increasingly parasocial. he anxiously waits for 10PM and if there's a minute delay to hearing their voice, he gets nervous. he dreads 4AM, the radio cut off. in the rare case someone else calls in—he gets irritated. why do they need to talk to someone that's not him? to ren, noe is already their best friend, their partner, since the lines are so blurred for him.

he needs to be closer to them. he needs to see them, to touch them... after weeks of asking, begging, pleading noe for him to be a guest co-host for one night, noe agrees. they've been talking to him for a few months... he seems nice enough. he's just passionate about the same kind of music they are! nothing would go wrong, would it?

yeah... while the radio station is struggling to find someone to fill their slot, ren has his very own best friend/partner/plaything now! complete with a shock collar and a cute lil ankle shackle. aren't they such nice gifts?!

after this, it loosely follows the routes in the game

ren's lovebombing and sadism quickly breaks noe in—especially after ren breaks down after almost permanently breaking them. he really, really just wants a friend—this is the only way that he knows how to treat friends, to have fun with them.

he just doesn't want to lose his best friend after he just found them. ren quickly shifts to just... trying to have a normal relationship with noe. well, what he perceives as a normal relationship sans the brutality. he just wants to love and be loved!

to help noe have some sort of semblance of normalcy again, he makes a home-made radio transmitter. they host a small radio show together every week. slowly but surely, noe warms up to ren and his affections now that ren is no longer 'playing' with them.

their laugh on the radio waves sounds just like when he first met them now. to anyone listening, they just seem like a couple head over heels for each other. not a captive and their captor.

i haven't decided how lawrence fits into this, or if ren becomes fox/the announcer in this storyline (im leaning towards fox being an au)

i hope this made some sense?? im not the strongest writer! thank you so much for asking though woof 😭🫶

#woof ships #🐇🦊 #🪩 you've got mail! #🪩 noe writes #kinda?

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“I stayed there” series ~ part IV

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〘Part I〙〘Part II〙〘Part III〙〘Part V 〙

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, crying, fluff, angst.

Plot: you just can’t seem to be able to catch a break from Austin and when he shows up at your door you have a lot of things to figure out.

Word count: 3300+

It's been a week since I've seen Austin last. I've been trying to go about my life normally, unpacking my apartment, cleaning, going out on walks, but nothing helps. That's why I find myself here, in the animal shelter, looking at cats. I've always begged for a pet, but my parents hate them and I've always been too busy. I don't expect to get less busy now with the residency, but it's time to start doing things for myself. I have to learn to enjoy life and care for my self. Passing kennel after kennel, not really being impressed with any of the cats, I finally stop in front of one. Inside curled in the corner I see a big chunk of black and white fur.

The big green eyes watch me carefully. I look at the tag on the kennel. "Boots" it's the name of the sweet little thing. A female cat estimated at around two years old. "Hey!" I draw the attention of one of the girls working here. "Can I have this one?" I ask pointing at Boots, the little kitty is now sniffing curious around the door of the kennel. "Sure, I'll go grab the papers, it'll be just a few minutes, I have to finish with this one client. Um, you can go shop at the pet store next door, so you don't have to wait." She rips the tag off of Boots's kennel and hands it to me. "She's yours, bring this to the front desk when you get back, to start the paperwork." I nod my head, give the cat one more glance and walk over to the pet store.

I pick up everything google says I might need as a first time cat mom. Litter box, toys, cat beds, a cat tree (how I'm gonna fit it all in my car? I don't know, but I'll cry over it, in a few minutes), cat food, treats, shampoo, claw clippers, brushes, supplements, food bowls, the whole deal. After 30 minutes in the store and minus 300$ in my bank account, I make my way to the front desk of the shelter, I hand the kennel I bought to one of the girls as the other helps me fill the forms. "You can change the name if you, want!" The girl says, but I shake my head, I like the name Boots, it's fit for her, as the pattern of he fur makes it look like she has actual black boots on. "Ok and sign here!" I do as instructed. "Perfect I'll make a copy you can take home, Ally bring Boots out to her new owner" the girl comes back and sets the kennel on the desk, I can see the kitten coiled into a tight ball, poor thing she must be scared.

After all the formalities are done, it's hits me like a brick wall that I now, have to figure a way to fit everything in my car. Struggling for a few minutes, I eventually manage to fit everything in place. I place the kennel on the back seat, buckle it in and get in the drivers seat. Getting home, I turn my apartment into a sanctuary for this cat, girly has the whole place dedicated to her and she been mine for less than an hour. At first Boots seems unsure of her surroundings, so it takes her a minute to warm up to the place. I put some food and water in her bowl. Unable to resist the delicious temptation, she goes to eat. I decide to leave her do some exploring on her own, as I sit on the couch turning the tv on. After a few hours of be binging half of the second season of "Only murders in the building" I get up to make some dinner. Boots is now sleeping on her cat tree, she looks to cute for me not to pull out my phone and take several pictures.

Doing a quick inventory of all that I have in my fridge the best option for dinner looks like an omelette. As I reach to get the eggs out, the buzzing of the doorbell makes me jump, dropping the entire carton of eggs on the ground. "I guess fuck dinner!" I say with a puff, going to answer the door. When the door swings open, I swear I must of died and woken up in hell. "What do you want?" He licks his lips nervously, lifting up my converse shoes, that look squeaky clean, they might as well be a new pair for all that I know. "Brought your shoes back.." I squint my eyes at him, I really can't catch a break with him, can I? "Ok." I sigh and reach out to grab the shoes but he pulls them back before I have a chance. "I give them to you, if you have dinner with me!" I widen my eyes , he can't be serious. That's when he lifts up the bag he's holding in his other hand. "Pasta from that one Italian place you love." The smell slowly reaches my nose and my stomach betrays me growling. He hears it of course, that fucking smirk of his spreading on his face. "No!" I close the door, fuck them shoes, I can buy another pair. Austin's foot stops the door. "Please, let's talk, I-"

"You what?" I'm really curious what more could he want from me, but not curious enough to let him in. "How did you even know where I live?" As the question leaves my lips, he blushes looking down, like a child being scolded for something they did. "Ana, she's still dating my friend, Aaron, so I asked her." I'm going to kill Ana. "She had no business doing that." He looks away, biting his lip. We stay like this, silent and then my stomach goes against me one more time. He smiles at me. "Someone's hungry, can I?" He motions towards the inside of my apartment. He's so casual and chill, while I have the fight of my life in my head as everything telling me to not let him in, loses to those small parts of me that want him here. I say nothing as I move to the side, closing my eyes while Austin makes his way inside.

He's looking around the place, I can't read his face, but if he dares to say something about my apartment, I might just stab him. Nowhere deadly of course, maybe in the left lower abdomen to avoid any major blood vessels or organs with vital importance. "It's nice!" He breaks me out of my planing to kill him, bastard. He takes off his shoes, going to the kitchen. I can't help the smile that creeps it's way on my face when he jumps back. "Ah what the- eggs?" Austin holds his left leg up in the air, showing me his egg soaked sock. I laugh at him and he can't seem to be able to resist joining in. "I was holding them when you rang the doorbell, got scared and dropped 'em" I shrug my shoulders, going to grab the mop from the closet in the hallway, I quickly grab a pair of socks from the load of laundry I've been too lazy to put back. "Here" I say as I smack the socks on his chest and begin cleaning.

"These won't fit me!" He complains, but I pay him no mind. "So you have a cat now? I know you've always wanted one." He changes his socks as he speaks to me, looking over at the cat bed, where Boots is sleeping peacefully. I put the mop away, grab plates and cutlery, then sit down at the small dining table. "I adopted her today." I keep my voice monotone and he seems to notice. Austin sits down and brushed a hand through his hair. "Oh, that's nice, she's cute, what's her name?" Why is he being so casual, what does he want from me? It can't be just the name of my fucking cat. "Boots" he laughs and looks at me waiting to tell him I'm joking. "Wait, you're serious? How- what happened to naming the cat after one of your favorite characters?" Un-fucking-believable.

"I did, named her, after William Turner's dad, Bootstrap Turner, you know I've always had a thing for Orlando Bloom." I tuck my hair behind my ears and watch his reaction, hoping he won't know I'm lying. "Right, of course!" Either he believed me or he just decides it's not worth to argue. "You have a dog!" I say as I start unpacking the food and putting it on the plates. "Yeah, Sheldon." I lift one brow at him, he teased me for my cats name and he names his dog after the kid from "The Big Bang theory". I start eating, but he doesn't, he just watches me. "Did you poison this before you came here, or-" Austin straighten his back as if I pulled him out of a trance. "No, god, no." He eats some of the food as well. It's pathetic, we make small talk? Like we weren't just on the beach a week ago, with me screaming at him. "Talk!" My voice is unfortunately a little louder than I want. He looks confused at me, it really baffles me how he can't understand he's not a happy sight for me. "Um, I wanted to say I'm sorry and before you say it, I mean it, I really do!" Tears gloss over my eyes and the lump in my throat makes it hard to swallow. "No you're not!" I whisper as I look away, fixing my eyes on the window. The sun is starting to set. I blink and feel the tear fall down, i quickly wipe it off, but he notices it anyway. "I really am!" I hear him sniff and I look at him. Austin looks like his holding back tears of his own, but this can't be right. Right?! "Why?" My voice breaks.

He takes a deep breath, bringing both hands to his hair, pulling it exasperated. "Because I fucked up, big time." Tears now fall on his cheek, you've seen him cry before, but it never broke your heart like it does now. "You were right, so right, I-" he pauses the breathe. "I was just to far up my ass to see it. It's thanks to you that I even got the part in the first place." Shock covers my face, how can I be the one to thank? I shake my head and get up from the table, I need water or air, or a slap across the face. "No, no!" I repeat over and over again as I pace the kitchen. He sits up too, but keeps his distance from me. "The night before I sent in my last audition tape, I had the worst nightmare ever and, and when I woke up I just sat down at the piano and sang 'unchained melody', the director loved it and I got the part." I'm now full on sobbing, I know how real his nightmares are. "After I found out the news I wanted to tell you, but I didn't have your number anymore, I was angry that day when we broke up, I deleted. I drove up to your house, but your mom said to leave you alone, so I did." I can't no, he needs to stop, he can't. I lean back on the wall and fall to the ground, hugging my legs.

Austin falls to his knees with a cry of despair and an exasperated look of pain on his face. "I- I tried, I looked for you in every girl. Fuck I kissed them and pretend they were you. Sometimes I would manage to trick myself, but then I'd open my eyes, and all I saw was not you." He dries some of his tears with his hands, shaking his head. "It wasn't worth it, it wasn't - I might win an Oscar or whatever, but nothing will ever bring me back." So it was his number after all, he just didn't have my number anymore. I sniff and try to calm down. I have to be honest, I expected anything, but this. "You still talk like him." I didn't plan to say that out loud, but I did nonetheless. Something breaks inside of him, I can see it. My skin tingles, so I hug my knees harder and I close my eyes tight. "I can't find myself anymore, I- I don't think there's even an Austin in he-" he doesn't finish speaking, as he breaks into a fit of violent sobbing. I can't fight it anymore and I crawl over to him. I position myself on his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. He looks up at me, eyes puffy and read.

I can't look him in the eyes so I hug him tightly. Austin's hands embrace me, while he's crying in my shoulder, his tears soaking through my shirt. I want to say this feels horrible, I want to scream at him, slap him, scratch his face, rip his hair out, but I can't. I can't because I haven't felt this relaxed, warm and at home in three years. I stroke his back up and down, holding him until his body doesn't shake and no more sobbing can be heard from either of us. "Help me fix this? Cause you're all I've ever wanted" I close my eyes and sigh. I want so badly to say yes, but I don't know what to do. His arms let go of me and he pulls back to look at my face, but I avoid his eyes.

"Don't hide your eyes from me, please!" He begs me, he's begging. My heart speeds up and when he grabs my face in his hands, it nearly runs out of my chest. I lick my lips, trying to steady my breathing. Austin closes his eyes when my warm breath fans over his wet face. "Please!" He says again, licking his lips. "Austin, I need time, you don't get it." I get up from his lap and go to sit in the couch, dinner long forgotten. Boots comes up to me and sits on my lap. I pet her and she starts purring.

"I'll give you anything, just- please try with me!" He's sitting in the armchair opposite from me, his eyes burn holes through me, begging for a 'yes'. I look down at my cat, she's so oblivious towards the fact that I'm having a stroke while deciding if I should take my ex back. "You did your talking, now I do mine, I'll be clear, because I don't always speak in half said sentences" he immediately catches on the bite I take at his insult form the other time. He's ready to say something but you shut him up. "You were my first and only boyfriend, it took me a long time to be comfortable to talking to you. I told you everything, I never lied to you, I always supported you, hell when I read the news I almost called you to congratulate you and I cried happy tears for you. I was concerned about you and it seems I was right to be. You took digs at me, where you knew it hurt most." He nods he head and waits to see if I have anything more to say, but when I don't speak, he closes his eyes. "I understand, you hate me." He starts to get up from the armchair, but before he's fully up I speak again. "I don't hate you, that was the only lie I've ever said to you, that's what the problem is."

Shocked he comes to sit next to me and the couch, eyes searching my face for the truth. A little smile shows on his face, when he confirms I was telling the truth. Austin's gaze goes to my lips, so I bite my bottom lips, nervous at his proximity. A strangled sigh leaves his lips. "I think I want to try and fix this, but not tonight." Hie features soften, somehow his calming down. "Sure, yeah, when you're ready." I look away.

"It'll take me time and you have a girl-" he interrupts me "I broke up with her, I didn't love her" I nod, he didn't love her, ok, but did he love me? He couldn't have, you don't break what you love. "I love you, I loved you then and I love you now, I always have" my eyes are so wide I think the might fall out of my sockets. "You don't have to say it back, (y/n)!" He quickly adds and I simply nod.

He’s lying, he has to be, no way he just said that. I loved him, back then, but now? I still feel something, it's clear, but, is it love? My thoughts are cut short by my growling stomach, stupid stomach. "You're hungry, come on!" He takes my hand and we sit back at the table. We proceed to eat in silence and when we're done, I wash the dishes and he dries them, it's all so domestic and simple. I have to pinch myself so I keep in mind where we are and what brought us here. "I should leave you to rest, thank you for talking." I put the plates in the cabinet and nod listening to him carefully. "You have my number, right?" He asks

"Yeah, I do." Austin bites his bottom lip and I'm unable to move my eyes, hope he doesn't catch on, or at least doesn't joke about it. "Ok, text me when you're ready, I'm gonna be in LA for 2 more months." As I listen to him talk I take note of something, of his voice, it's back, it's the voice of my Austin, my sweet Austin. I step forward and hug him tight. "I will, I promise!" I look up at him and before I can think about it his lips are in mine. We kiss for a short moment, a small sweet kiss, it's reserved, fearful, but healing. "I'll go now."

I watch as he goes to put his shoes on, I'm at a loss of words. He opens the door and I come next to him one more time. We kiss again, this time more passionate, he grabs my waist and I tangle my hands in his beautiful hair. When we break apart we breathe hard trying to recover from being without air for a while. Our foreheads are still touching so I can smell him, warm, musky with a little citrus, I recognize the smell to be the perfume I gave to him for his birthday all this time ago. He must of kept on buying it, otherwise there's no way he still has it, my heart fills with a new feeling, something I haven't felt in a long time, love. "Goodnight!" He kisses the top of my nose, let's go of me and leaves.

I close the door and go straight to my bed, I'm exhausted so I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. I have a dreamless sleep, unusual for me, but welcomed as the next morning I wake up and for the first time in three years I don't feel empty or numb anymore. I feel hopeful, let's pray it doesn't come to bite me in the ass.

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