#the problem is that when i wake up early-ish and decide to go back to sleep i can sleep for several more hours no problem

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : SOCCER GAMES & SHOWERS

A/N: ⚠️ 18+ SMUT AHEAD!!!!!!! We’re back again with another fic collab with my buttercup @harlowcomehome 💚 thank you for everything babes. you know how much you mean to me, thank you for always jumping in and helping me out and always willing to make magic 🪄 ✨ with me.

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It was the Fourth of July weekend and surprisingly Jack was home for it. You were excited to have him home and have Mia enjoy all the different colors of the fireworks.

Of course, Jack and the boys had their annual soccer game for the holiday and this time somehow they were extra excited.

Urban was over for breakfast since they were heading out right after. Your daughter Mia was sleeping still so you decided to get an early start on breakfast for the boys and yourself.

Hearing them speak about their game today spiked an interest in you. “Dude, we have to win. Imagine all the money going into this charity.”

Jack nods, taking a sip of his iced matcha that he somehow actually enjoyed drinking. He says it’s only good when you make it at home though. “We will, this team we're going up against has a member that sprained his ankle but somehow he’s still in the game. That gives us an advantage.”

You smile at that, “Jack, honey?”

“Yes?” He looks towards you.

“Can I join you today?”

He tilts his head to the side, obviously surprised about it. “Join me at the game?”

You nod excitedly, “Yeah, why not?” you shrug getting up from your spot on the table and heading to the sink and start piling up the dirty dishes. “I always hear you talk about this game, so why not witness it myself?”

Urban and Jack share a look and a little chuckle. “What?”

“Babe, the first and last time you decided to join us you got bored not even five minutes in and you left.”

“I was seven months pregnant with your daughter, let’s blame it on her.” You pout.

Jack started heading to you, wrapping you up in his arms. “Baby, it’s just us boys running around, sweating, and sometimes cursing at each other.”

You shrug, “I want to see you run all sweaty, curls bouncing around.”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “Fine, if you want to go and watch the game, you’re more than welcome to come.”

Urban stood up “One problem.” You both turn to face him. “They usually don’t let kids in because of the distraction and yelling since it’s indoor soccer.”

You smile, “Maggie already offered to watch Mia for the day.”

Jack looks at you, brows raised. “So you had this planned already?”

“Maybe?”

“Alright, let’s go pack what we need for Mia and my mom because we leave in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll drop Mia off with your mom and I’ll meet you there?”

Jack nods, “Sounds like a plan, be careful driving.”

“You too bubs.” You quickly ran upstairs to wake Mia up and get her ready for the day.

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When you arrived at the game, you were balancing two cup holders full of Starbucks drinks.

Urban slapped Jack's arm to show him you were here.

Jack jogged over to you, sweat completely dripping down his flushed cheeks. His curls were a mess regardless of his bandeau headband. “You didn’t have to do that babe” he kissed you, his lips salty from the sweat.

You licked your lips and smiled, “It was no problem. Figured you guys needed to reenergize” You winked and he chuckled calling everyone over for a break.

You couldn’t stop admiring the way he looked, his thighs were practically being strangled by his gym shorts as if he owed them money, and his biceps were practically ripping out of his shirt.

Jack and the rest of the team sat on the bleachers with you for a while, you watched as Jack swallowed his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing as you started examining his every feature.

The freckles that decorated his arms and legs, the blonde-ish brown hair covering his legs, it wasn’t until everyone was looking over at you that you realized Jack had asked you a question.

“What? Sorry. I was distracted” you nervously giggled earning a laugh from your husband.

“Mhm, I saw that” he winked at you. “I just said we were going back to the game now.”

You nodded and grabbed him by the shoulders for one more kiss before leaning back on the bleachers.

Throughout the game, you couldn’t help but check your husband out. At home, he would literally do the bare minimum and you’d still get hot and bothered, so watching him run around the field with sweat dripping down his body, the muscles on his legs clenching, and the way he would get heated when his team doesn’t score, was getting you.

Jack noticed this, he noticed the way you would squeeze your thighs together. He noticed how you would take deep breaths. He noticed the way you would bite your bottom lip and he definitely noticed that sexy smile you would flash him.

That look alone would make him come undone but he didn’t want it that easily, he wanted to work for it and he had a plan.

“Ow, fuck.” Jack’s scream broke you away from your thoughts.

You stood up from your spot on the bench and looked out to the field to see everyone surrounding him.

Sunni came running to you. “Is he okay? Did he hurt himself? What happened?” You ask worriedly.

“He’s fine, he just landed wrong but he’s being taken to the back to get some ice on his leg, he wants you to help him.”

You nod, quickly grabbing your purse and follow where Jack was being taken to.

As you make it to the hallway, Urban shakes his head and winks at you. “What?”

He rolled his eyes “You’ll see.”

“Urban.” You warn, confused.

He laughs, “Go in there before he bursts.”

You quickly entered the room and find Jack sitting on one of the couches. “What is going on? Are you okay?”

“No-“

You rushed over to him and kneeled in front of him, your hands automatically coming up to touch his thighs, “What hurts? Should we get a doctor in here?”

He takes in a deep breath, “I need you down there.” he opens his legs wider. “Need that mouth on me.”

Your face dropped, “Jackman, did you just fake an injury?”

“Baby, I had to. I need you now” he leaned toward you taking your face in his hands, your breath hitching as his tongue danced against yours.

You instinctively straddled his waist as you continued to kiss.

Jack's hands started rubbing the side of your thighs, you knew he was growing impatient and you looked up at the ceiling for a minute.

“What’s wrong?” He started to look around too.

“Do they have cameras in here?” You were suddenly worried about the accidental sex tape that could be made.

“I don’t think so, we can hit the showers just in case?” You looked down to see the obvious growth in his shorts, biting your lip at the idea of teasing him.

“Let’s go” You grabbed his hand and made your way to the showers, you grabbed the hair tie you had in your jean pocket and messily threw your hair up before the two of you rushed inside of the private stall.

“My baby came prepared?” He chuckled.

“I know my husband pretty well I’d like to think” The two of you rushed to get undressed.

You and Jack continued to kiss under the warm shower water for a moment, he pulled and sucked on your lower lip before you ordered him to have a seat on the bench inside.

“Yes ma’am” he sat with his shoulder back and his eyes closed.

You got on your knees as the water continued to hit your backside, taking him into your mouth as softly as possible knowing he was sensitive.

His hips bucked against you making you slightly gag. He grunted before attempting to slow his pace.

“Faster” you mumbled knowing how much it would turn him on.

He followed your commands, holding onto the back of your head until your eyes began to tear up.

“Holy fuck- so pretty” he babbled.

You tapped his thigh, which was your nonverbal cue to stop.

He immediately stopped, you looked up and saw the look in his eyes. He always had a certain look and it drove you crazy every time.

“My turn” he stood up, making you sit now but instead of immediately going down on you, you saw him turn toward the shower.

“Jack- you’re not-“

“I am” he smirked, spreading your legs and giving your folds a subtle lick, the scruff of his beard teasing your thighs. He had the shower head in his hand, changing the setting to something less harsh.

He made sure to angle it specifically on your clit, making you throw your head back. Your arms reached for his shoulders to steady yourself as your legs started to uncontrollably move.

“I need you now baby, please. Please” you begged and he immediately put the shower head back, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.

You had arched one leg up higher, setting it against his hip as he pushed through to enter you.

“You’re always so tight” he moaned. “I love- I love this, you wrap around me-“ he couldn’t finish his thoughts as he continued to thrust into you.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, resting on the top of his shoulders and he sloppily thrust into you. You continued to bounce up and down on him when you felt your stomach get tight.

“Baby- I’m going to- soon!” You warned him.

Just as you felt the wave of your orgasm come to its peak you heard the rest of the team enter the dressing room but it was too late, you were already coming undone.

You felt your pussy throb as you came around him, letting out a loud uncontrollable moan that echoed through the locker room.

Jack knew everyone heard, and he couldn’t be more proud, the thought of asserting his dominance in a sense was the last thing he needed to orgasm himself.

“Babe- babe- baby” his sense of urgency was that he didn’t want to be as audible as you.

You quickly kissed him, covering the muffled sounds of his orgasm as he moaned into you instead.

His forehead is on your chest, you’re both taking deep breaths from your orgasm. You tug gently on the back of his curls, giving him a small peck.

“We need to get dressed before they walk in here.” You whisper.

“They already know what we were doing.”

You nod, unwrapping your legs from around his waist, him pulling out from you completely. “But it’ll be less embarrassing.”

When you collected yourselves, the two of you hurriedly got dressed and headed toward the car.

Luckily the team was gone, but Jack’s phone lit up and no doubt, you knew it was one of the guys, you felt your cheeks get hot immediately.

“Don’t tell me-“ you shook your head as Jack put his soccer bag in the car.

He chuckled, his dimple prominent.

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. There’s 3 new characters thrown in because why not? Future Wife gets a name as well! A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. I just started on the 4th chapter but I’m excited to write it out! I had fun with the original fic and decided to write the prequel to how they met. Enjoy!

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 4

The girls refused to speak to you because of how you defended Buggy. They still thought he was rude and didn’t like him, and they didn’t understand why you’d defend him. They were also mad because not only did they have to clean the kitchen twice that night, but Miss Pins had them sort fabric scraps by color before organizing all the threads the same way over the last few weeks. The final act of punishment was organizing all the pins and needles by length and gauge. 

They didn’t think it was fair. 

Had you been in charge you would have dismissed them from their apprenticeships entirely. 

Yes, Buggy was loud, had been rude each visit to you and Miss Pins but he was a pirate and all the shop’s customers were pirates. A lot of them were rude to you and Miss Pins, some even threatening, but he was also becoming a repeat customer and overpaid you each time, and when you brought it to the attention of Miss Pins, she let you keep the extra amount because you took on helping him. 

Honestly, and you didn’t want to admit it to your boss just yet, but you liked Buggy. So far he hadn’t tried to flirt with you, act inappropriately, or threaten you. Countless others had since the day you started as an apprentice. Miss Pins was protective of her girls, having no problem pointing a gun at any pirate creeps should they make her apprentices uncomfortable. Buggy was loud, demanding, but he wasn’t a creep.

It had been a month since you last saw Buggy and you figured that you weren’t going to see him again. Why would he return to the shop after what the girls had said? You felt bad about it and wished you could have talked with him a bit more, but he took off so fast that you didn’t get a chance to. 

You still had his socks that you fixed for him and even secured him an extra pair. Maybe he’d stop by to pick them up? You weren’t going to hold out a lot of hope. No doubt he would be on his ship, sailing for treasure or adventure, forgetting about the incident a month ago. 

Hopefully.

The shop was closed for the evening but you were still working when you saw him again. You wanted to get extra work done before taking a few days for yourself to celebrate your birthday. The girls originally wanted to do something with you but now that they weren’t talking to you, you got to do whatever you wanted. 

You were going to go to a nearby lake and feed the ducks while enjoying a packed lunch. 

The pounding at the door startled you. You grabbed a broom to protect yourself as you approached it and looked through the peephole. You saw the bright red nose and immediately relaxed as you opened the door, smiling at him as he stood on the doorstep.

“We’re closed, you know.” You told him teasingly. “We’re not a clinic where you can stop by whenever you need me to fix something.”

He looked flustered as he tried to think of a response, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the shop, closing the door behind him as you headed back to your work. He followed after you, looking around at the different bolts of fabric on shelves, the trays of thread, and several dresses that hung on a rack behind the counter. You took a seat and gestured to the other chair as you picked your sewing back up.

“You left your socks, you know.” You said as you passed the needle through the fabric. You were finishing up another dress for a customer, attaching the bodice and skirt together with piping along where the two pieces met. “I was worried you wouldn’t come back for them.”

Buggy sat down and crossed his arms, turning his attention to what you were doing. Your fingers were careful as you worked, your fingernails guiding along the piping to keep it in place as you sewed. He didn’t think you actually made things, just repaired them, so he watched you for a moment before responding.

“I had other socks.” He mumbled as you removed a pin and stuck it into your little pin cushion. “I… was going to come back.” He glanced up at your face, seeing the look of concentration, and looked back down at your work. “Why are you up so late?”

“Why are you at the shop late?” You countered as you stuck a pin in your mouth before repositioning the fabric. He hesitated and looked away. “Surely not for your socks, Buggy.”

“I… was out on a walk.” He replied as he clenched his jaw. “And I saw the light on and thought maybe you were being robbed.”

You took the pin out of your mouth and stuck it back through the layers of fabric. “And you knocked so kindly.”

“I don’t have-”

He stopped himself and took a deep breath, trying not to overreact. You were just teasing him, trying to rile him up, but there was no malice in your voice. He looked back at you and saw you were smiling at him and his heart skipped a beat and his face was warm. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“I just wanted to stop by and… say hi. I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Well, hello and good evening then.” You chuckled. “What would you have done if Miss Pins answered the door with her shotgun?”

“I’m not scared of her!” Buggy shot back. You looked over his shoulder and grinned.

“Good evening, boss.” 

Buggy spun around, eyes wide, but you laughed. There was no one there. Oh, you were cruel. He turned back around and glared at you. You were still laughing as you set your sewing down. Buggy huffed and looked away from you with a glare on his face. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “As for your question about why I’m up so late… My birthday is in two days so I want to get as much work done as possible so I can relax.”

“Oh, birthday?” He repeated. Girls liked getting gifts. Should he get you a gift? Why would he get you one? He looked back at you as you picked your sewing back up now that you had calmed down from laughing. What kind of gift would he get you if he was to get you something? He was a pirate, he could go find some treasure and give half to you, but would that be weird? Why was he even considering that?

“Mhm.” You nodded. “I’m going to go feed and watch the ducks and have lunch.”

“Ducks?” Buggy laughed. Ducks were not exciting, but if you liked them, he would take you all around to show you all the ducks in the world if you wanted. “Just duck watching, that’s it?”

“Yea.” You frowned when he laughed. It wasn’t really anything to laugh about. You didn’t need to do something exciting to enjoy yourself, just sitting and taking it easy was enough. “It’s something I like to do, Buggy.”

“It’s your birthday, though! You should be going out and doing something fun!” He said. “Drinking, having a party, something like that! Go on a raid or something!”

“I’m not a pirate, Buggy.” You reminded him as you looked back at your sewing. “I’d rather do something quiet.”

He leaned back in his seat and watched you with a frown. You lived in a town frequented by pirates, you had to be used to what they got up to, so why would you want to do something as boring as watching ducks? Maybe you were just never given the opportunity to do something fun. Buggy would change that.

“How about we-”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence because he saw you look up, eyes widening at something behind him. He wasn’t going to fall for that again so he rolled his eyes. “The old hag’s not there, so don’t try and trick me again.”

THWACK

“Get the hell out of my shop!” Miss Pins barked as she raised the broom up again. “Do you realize how late it is?!” 

Buggy fell out of the chair and dodged the blows from her broom. He almost made it to the door before she threw it at his feet, tripping him up as he scrambled. She stormed over to him and grabbed the door, pulling it open before pointing out. 

“It’s too late for you to be coming around!” She snapped as he hurried out the door, but not before he looked back at you for a split second. You were still in your chair, looking rather amused by the whole exchange. At least you weren’t frowning at him anymore. Maybe he could sneak back around for your birthday. He just needed to find out where the ducks would be.

Miss Pins slammed the door behind him before rounding on you. “Stop encouraging him!” 

“I haven’t done anything!” You exclaimed. “I’m just being nice to him!”

“That’s encouraging him! I don’t need another lovesick pirate after you, Sunny! He’s as bad as the last one!” Miss Pins snapped. “I can’t keep chasing these pirates off!”

“He’s not like the last one!” You shot back. “And he’s not lovesick, he just needs a friend, Miss Pins. It’s not like he’s asking me to marry him every time he sees me!”

Your boss glared at you as she locked the door and picked up the broom. The last one wasn’t like that until the fifth visit, where he had demanded you to marry him while you were fixing his coat. You were only 19, the man was almost ten years your senior and if your boss hadn’t been there, who knows where you would have ended up. She wasn’t going to lose you then to that man and she wasn’t about to lose you to some nobody pirate. 

“He’s not welcome here anymore.” Miss Pins told you. “And next time you see him you tell him that.”

She left after that, returning upstairs without another word, leaving you alone to think about what she said.

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[atinyniki]

stole my heart, angel

group: stray kids !

pairing: roommate!seo changbin x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint, romance

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, friends to lovers + enemies to lovers??? (it'll make sense later i promise), changbin is referred to as bin and binnie, some playful (mean-ish) nicknames, lots of illegal actions, reader and changbin get wasted.

authors note: i've had this storyline on my mind for a while and decided to finally execute it ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3366

“FUCK”

you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth, forgetting that you needed to be quiet. you prayed that no one heard you. 

you stare at the now empty dresser, all the jewelry that was once on it, gone. you knew you should’ve suspected something when you saw that the window was already unlocked. 

slowly, you make your way to the table, careful not to make any noise. once you see the card, you know exactly what happened.

‘angel’

you walk out the same way you came, closing the window carefully, not wanting to wake the couple sleeping in the next room.

“hey angel!”

seo changbin. your best friend. your roommate. your silly crush that you still haven’t gotten over.

“hi bin.”

he had just gotten back from practice, and it was pretty late in the night. you knew that changbin was going to return later than usual, as he had texted you earlier. you thought it was the perfect time to steal the necklace you had been wanting so badly, but ‘angel’ had beat you to it.

“what’s wrong, grumpy pants?”, a playful smile plastered on his face. you wish you could’ve told him the truth, that your night had been ruined because of this idiot named ‘angel’, but you didn’t want to get the police called on you.

“it’s nothing, i’m just a little tired”

changbin walks over to the kitchen, in need of some water. he grabs you a glass too and sets it on the coffee table in front of you. 

“thanks bin”

“no problem, angel”

changbin had been calling you angel since the beginning of your friendship. you’ve always found it cute and endearing, until now. it’s started to remind you of ‘angel’, and every time you’ve had to see that card because you failed to beat them to stealing whatever it was you were targeting.

you didn’t want to tell him to stop though, you knew he wouldn’t anyways. you quickly chug your glass of water and make your way to your room. it was ridiculous of course, but right now you just wanted to sulk. you really wanted that necklace. you flop down onto the bed, praying that you could get a good night's sleep for once. 

“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD”

you groan, but changbin persists. you feel your body being pushed around, and soon the covers are off you. rubbing your eyes slowly and up, you check the time. 8:28 am.

“ughhh it’s too early, let me sleep some more”

“i’ll get you those muffins from the cafe you like”

in an instant, your body shot up and darted for the bathroom to get ready for the day. you can hear changbin laughing behind you, but the only thing on your mind were those damn muffins.

strawberry muffins. chocolate muffins. banana muffins. so many great options, but you went for the same one every time.

“we’ll have two blueberry muffins please!”

changbin laughed at your excitement, but still didn’t know what all the hype was about. a muffin couldn’t be that amazing right? regardless, he decided to try it out to see if it’s as good as you say it is.

the employee hands you the muffins while changbin paid, and you go to sit down at your usual spot, except this time, you're with changbin. 

as soon as changbin sits down, he stands right back up. “i think you were so excited about the muffins that you forgot about our coffee, dingus”

your ears go red with embarrassment. “oops, sorry”

changbin gets back up to bring your coffee and pay, but you’re busy staring outside. suddenly, a cute brown bunny jumps on the windowsill outside, her adorable nose twitching ever so slightly. you twitch your nose right back at her, mimicking her actions.

changbin walks back with your coffee, but doesn’t sit at the table just yet. instead, he stands and watches from afar, he doesn’t think he could be close to you while you look so adorable without flushing bright red right there and then. 

after a minute or so, he finally makes his way to your table, still watching as you wave to the bunny. 

completely forgetting that changbin was with you, you jerk your head to his seat after you see someone sitting in it. “oh, sorry, i didn’t know you were here yet”

he hands you your drink, and crouches so his head is at the same level as the bunny. quickly, the bunny hops away as fast as she can, making a run for the field in the back. 

“you scared her away, stupid”

he looks back at you with a frown, “i know. i didn’t mean to though”

he’s upset because he ruined your fun, but you just laughed at him. 

“binnie you have to try this muffin. it’s incredible, i promise.” 

he tentatively takes a bite, and you smile wide when you see his eyes widen.

“you really weren’t joking, this is phenomenal”

“what can i say, i have good taste”

he playfully scoffs at your words, but finishes his muffin and drags you out before you can order another one. you both make your way back home together, changbin forgetting what he woke you up for the first place. he didn’t regret it though, not one bit.

you have your eyes set on the ring on yeji’s dresser. yeji was a popular singer, rich and chic. most things she owns are expensive, so you thought why not. you climb in through the window, but you slow down slightly when you hear rustling behind you.

grabbing the ring and placing down your card, you swiftly hide under the bed when you see a shadow behind you. 

they enter the room, looking for something on the dresser, only to find your card there. ‘tsunami’

“shit”, you heard him whisper.

well, at least now you knew he was a guy. he makes his way out, but you linger there for a while. you took a quick peek from under the bed, only to see his face shrouded by a balaclava, just like you did.

you make your way out not too long after a while, and celebrate your mini victory with a trip to the cafe. thank goodness it’s open twenty four hours.

the next few weeks go by, random trips with changbin, pressure with work, and of course, your little competition with ‘angel’. it sucked that you lived in the same town and had the same targets, but what could you do in such a small town. 

the both of you have been making headlines left and right. it’s always, “angel this” or “tsunami that”, and quite honestly you found it funny no one’s caught you yet. it’s not like you were being all that careful, even though you probably should be.

you make your way to the closet, getting ready for the party at your house today. you decided to pick a fitted black dress, short and cropped at the thigh. 

you walked out the room to help changbin, who’s getting all the drinks ready for the party. you know how much he and his friends love getting wasted. as soon as you enter, changbin jerks his head towards you, jaw slowly hanging open.

you didn’t really expect changbin to have that kind of reaction, but then again, he’s never really seen you in a dress. you’re not that much of a partier. suddenly, heat spreads throughout your entire face, and you are certain you look like a strawberry right now.

changbin, quickly snapping back to reality, starts fixing the tables again, doing anything to distract him from his thoughts. “you look nice”. 

“yeah yeah, your reaction told me enough”

changbin stops in his tracks, “sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“im just teasing, stupid”

he flashes you a nervous smile before getting back to work, and that’s when you hear the door open. you quickly walk over to invite them in. 

“YUNA!”

yuna runs towards you to give you a big hug. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen her. 

“oh my gosh! how are you?”

your conversation went on regularly, and more people started coming in. lia joined in too, and you were all enjoying your time together. 

most people were already drunk. jisung is already white girl wasted. it honestly looked kind of fun, you really needed to let loose. so eventually you figured, why not? it’s not like you have to drive yourself home right?

you began taking a couple shots with seungmin. you weren’t all that drunk yet, so you took a couple more. your body wasn’t very used to alcohol, since you haven’t drank that much in your life at all. 

suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. the haziness, adrenaline, and before you knew it you were dancing with lia, screaming your lungs off. 

changbin was still with jisung, not doing any better than you. he’s had too many to drink tonight, that’s for sure, but is that going to stop him? no. no it’s not. 

and it’s not stopping you either.

you begin making your way to the kitchen again, grabbing another shot and downing it. it stung your nose a bit, but it’s not like you cared. you feel great, you haven’t felt so alive in a while. 

you made it back onto the dance floor, where you felt a pair of hands on your hips. you didn’t necessarily care who it was, you just lost yourself to the beat. he danced with you, his muscular arms beginning to wrap around your waist. 

you turned around, vision hazy, but you could still see changbins figure standing right in front of you. he began to speak nonsense, slurring his words. “you look s’ pretty, couldn’t help it”, he hummed.

you didn’t realize what you were doing before you latched your lips onto his. you blamed it on the adrenaline rush, but he just sounded too beautiful for you to stop now. he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer and holding onto your waist.

you slowly pull away, still in a daze and not realizing what’s going on. lia quickly pulls you away somewhere in the crowd. she didn’t realize what you were doing either, but she had something she wanted to talk to you and yuna about. 

soon, the party ends, and chan helps you and changbin clean up the house a bit. being the driver, chan is obligated to stay sober, but it’s not like he drank all that much anyways. he gets changbin into bed somehow with a lot of fussing. 

mayuka, another one of your friends, gets you changed and ready for bed as well, and it isn’t ’t all that hard of a task since the alcohol began wearing off. you can’t remember anything that happened tonight, but all you know is that you’re going to wake up with the worst headache of your life.

you wake up just as expected, your head was ringing, and you woke up incredibly late. you get out of bed and got ready for the day. changbin already got home with the muffins, going to the cafe becoming a daily routine for your saturdays together. 

instead of coffee, he grabs the apple juice from the fridge. “fruit juice helps more with hangovers. you feeling okay?”

“yeah i’m fine, my head just hurts a little”, even thorough your exhaustion, you manage to give him a little smile. he ruffles your hair and then pours you a glass of juice, handing you your muffin and walking back to his room. 

your memory slowly starting coming back, and your thoughts went back to what happened last night. you were embarrassed, but decided not to speak of it since changbin probably forgot about it.

that same night you decide to target miihi this time, another famous singer. you manage to find her whole jewelry box, and you knew it had to be valuable. you make your way into her bathroom, where her items are. you stop in your tracks when you hear a whisper. 

“what do you think you’re doing.”

you turn around and see a man in a black compression shirt, a ski mask covering his face.

‘angel’

“the same thing you’re doing. stealing. i’m willing to split it if you want” 

“splitting? now why would i do that”

you thought about this for a moment. either of you could just take the box and run with it, but you try to think of an answer.

“i’d rather not argue right now, my head hurts a lot”

fine, whatever, he’d accept it. but only for his own sake. his head hurt a lot too.

he reaches for the jewelry box, but you quickly snatch it and make a run for it. you’re tired, your head hurts, but you can’t let him win. 

unfortunately, you trip over the side of the bathroom door, and fall with a thud. angel starts snickering, and you freeze. you’ve heard that laugh somewhere before. it’s unmistakable. 

you’re hallucinating. you have to be hallucinating. there is no way angel, the bane of your existence, was seo fucking changbin.

you quickly come back to your senses when you hear footsteps. you scramble to put everything back. you turn off the lights, and drag angel changbin with you into the cabinet. 

it’s crowded, and you’re trying your best not to make any noise. you’re incredibly close to him, and it’s all clear to you now. you look over to his arms, big and muscular. just like changbin. you look at his shirt, it’s the shirt he loves to wear when in the mood to show off.

you look straight into his eyes. angel is without a doubt, seo changbin. you let that sink in for a while.

you sit there with changbin for a good 20 minutes. you wanted to make sure miihi fell back asleep. soon, you both exit the cramped cabinet. 

you take your fair share and leave as fast as you can, not looking back at changbin. you make sure he lost track of you, and made it back home 10 minutes before he did. 

you were scared. you didn’t know how to tell changbin you knew about his secret.

changbin has been thinking about the kiss you shared nonstop for the past week. the videos were posted everywhere, he’s surprised you didn’t see it. 

even though he was drunk as hell, he remembers every single thing. 

he remembers how your eyes fluttered shut.

he remembers the feeling of your plush thighs caging his knee.

and most of all he remembers the way your lips feel on his.

they fit so perfectly together, like a lock and a key. he wishes he could just tell you about it, about how he felt about it. but he couldn’t. he knows you didn’t mean the kiss, you were just drunk. he wished he could’ve stayed with you that night to tell you how he felt, but he couldn’t. 

he checked his maps, and clicked onto your location. you were already leaving the house and on your way to your new location. he’s found the perfect distraction.

he chooses a different route and gets there before you, holding the jewelry right in front of your face. you leave the house together and you stare at him in disbelief. 

“how do you always know where i’m going?”

“i have my ways” 

you two begin to talk more once you get further from the house. you’re certain it’s changbin, his loud voice is a dead giveaway. 

he gets more comfortable talking to you, or perhaps, your persona. you catch on quickly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out your thoughts.

“you know who i am, don’t you.”

“of course i do, you’re tsuna-“

“no changbin, you know who i am”, you reiterate.

changbins at a loss for words. he stops walking, and you’re now standing in front of him. 

“i’m sorry, i was going to tell you soon i swear”

you slowly pull your mask off, and pull his off seconds later. “why? i’m not upset at you binnie, im just a little confused”

he looks at you with his mouth agape, like he’s trying to say something, but he can’t get it out. you give him a reassuring smile, and he mumbles something under his breath.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you”, voice still soft.

“i wanted to… get your attention”, he confesses.

your eyes widen a bit. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised, but you held changbin’s hand tightly. you didn’t want to push him away or scare him.

“you know you can just text me right?”

he couldn’t stop himself from rambling. “i’m sorry, it’s just that- you don’t seem to like me all that much. not how i want you to like me. i thought that if i could be angel i could get your attention somehow and… i don’t know- impress you i guess.”

you can see how his cheeks flush after his confession. you hold him closer to you and brush his messy hair out of his face. 

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way, but i promise you that’s not how i feel at all”

changbin frowns. he’s scared you’ll hate him after this. he still decides to let you explain. 

“then how do you actually-“ 

he got cut off by a bruising kiss. your hands make your way to his hair and you tug at it, pushing him closer to you. he closes his eyes and holds you closer to him, enjoying the moment before it had to end. you couldn’t let him go this time, not how you let him go at the party.

you pull back from him and look into his eyes. they’re slightly teary, but you’re still not done with your confession, so you continue.

“changbin…”

a kiss on his cheek.

“i.”

a kiss on his jawline.

“love.”

a kiss on his neck.

“you.”

a kiss on his collarbone.

you look back up at him, and the crimson has passed to his chest as well. he pulls you closer for a crushing hug.

“i love you so much y/n”

you hear the erratic beating of his heart in his chest.

“what’s wrong?”

he places his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck. 

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this my angel.”

your heart swells at the petname, even though you’ve been called it many times. 

after a few moments of walking and giggling with eachother, you bring up another point.

“so i’m guessing you’re going to stop stealing now?”

“yeah i probably am. you should stop too, i don’t want you getting arrested or anything, dumbass”

“hey! well, the only reason i continued stealing was to get on ‘angel’s nerves”, you scoff.

you make it back to your house and you both get ready, but before you can make it to your bed, he picks you up bridal style. 

“changbin?” 

he sets you down on his bed and lays down next to you. you open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t let you say a word and instantly starts peppering kisses all over your face.

“jeez, changbin-“, you giggle. you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he won’t let you.

“no, please”, he spoke softly “please don’t leave”. you stare into his eyes, a pure form of love swirling around in them. “i’ve been waiting for you for so long. please stay. just this once…”

after a few moments of more cuddling, you speak up. “you know, after i kissed you at the party i thought you would’ve confessed not too long after.

“you remember that?!”

“how could i forget, dummy”, you giggled.

you kiss him again, just like you did at the party, smiling onto his lips, and you wrap your arms and legs around him. maybe it’s too soon, but you’re far too comfortable with changbin to start from the very beginning. 

“i love you binnie”, a peck on his nose.

embarrassed, he hides his face in your neck. “i love you too, angel.”

<3

#skz x reader #skz #stray kids imagines #changbin #seo changbin x reader #changbin stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader

[electricbluebutterflies]

Grayspace- Marcus is watching over Abby who is sequestered to his quarters. They’re sharing his cot but after night one it’s clear that her injury is not going to allow much comfort for either of them. The next morning he’s dragging Abby’s cot from her own tent back to his. For reasons™️ they end up pushing them together.

Didn't quite hit the entire prompt but the energy is there. PG-ish and also on ao3.

This is not the kind of cosmic punishment Marcus thought he had coming to him.

To be clear, the past few weeks have been… about the usual chaos level, but in a new location and with more dramatic bad things happening to him, so not usual at all. He is definitely having a midlife existential crisis, he doesn’t have time for a midlife existential crisis, and-

It makes sense, to the extent that anything makes sense by that point, to suggest that Abby recover from her current physical state in what he assumes will be the relative quiet of his personal spaces. It’s almost a test to see how she’s feeling; if she were in better form she’d happily tell him where he could stick that idea, but in current condition she just nods and goes with it and-

Good grief, every time he consciously tries to do the right thing it somehow comes back to bite him. This time, even faster than usual.

The idea of two adult human bodies on a cot hadn’t sounded like a bad one when he’d batted it around in his mind. He’s done this with past lovers and never had a problem. The difference there was that no one involved was…

He wakes up to unpleasant noises. Bodies move in sleep, apparently some people more than others, and Abby is now both partially on top of him and putting the rest of her weight on her injured side and-

“No.”

It is either too late or too early for this, Marcus isn’t exactly sure and it doesn’t matter and-

“No what?!” she hisses in a tone that usually means she’s about to semi-playfully threaten to kill him and/or maim certain parts of his body. The problem with having an established and almost sanctioned nemesis is one ends up with routines and-

“You’re not hurting yourself. Not happening.”

Under current circumstances, he decides, this is just not enough space for two bodies who have not been having a good time lately. The human warmth is… nice, but not worth the-

“You think you get to tell me that?! After you walked how many miles almost equally fucked-up and-“

She’s not wrong, but she’s also seriously overestimating how much he prioritizes himself. The lingering pain every time he moves is probably not a good sign, and even more likely to be a fight the moment he’s stupid enough to say something about it when she can hear, and-

“I didn’t have a choice. You do.”

Again, if nothing else they have enough personal history to give him some clear next steps. Primarily, get out of bed and get out of her reach. There are going to be some advantages to her temporary immobility, and-

“You think that’s going to help?!”

“You’re less likely to-“

“And where does that put you?”

“On the floor.” Definitely not thinking this one through, and now is a hell of a time to realize that he’s not quite as good at improvising as he usually thinks he is, and it’ll be uncomfortable and-

“Can you go ten goddamn minutes without trying to kill yourself? Is that possible anymore?”

In a different life, he had dreamed about that woman yelling at him in the privacy of his bedroom. Those dreams went… a direction this night will not go, but the thoughts still cross his mind and-

“Depends on if you can stop yelling at me for that length of time.”

Yeah no. Passively suicidal may not cover this.

“I’ll probably end up on the bad side with or without you,” she says after an uncharacteristic silence, as he’s starting to realize it’s a positive sign that she can go at him. “I don’t think…”

“We’re not risking it. Not in such a small space.”

“Great, so I’ve kicked you out of your bed for… however long I don’t want to move?”

“My idea, remember?”

“And somehow one of your better ones. You worry me.”

They’re not having that conversation. Not now, at least. In a few weeks, when they’re both back to some kind of functioning condition, over a bottle of borderline toxic alcohol, maybe. Not now. Not in the middle of the damn night with the lights out and he can still envision her arms crossed just so and-

“I’ll drag another cot in here in the morning. One night on the floor won’t make this any worse.”

He can’t see the deserved eyeroll, and he doesn’t need to. “We’re not young enough for this shit anymore.”

“One night. Not forever.”

“You say that now.”

“Roll over and try to sleep.”

The slight noises indicate that she does at least one of those things, and he follows his own instructions and curls up on the cold floor. He hasn’t done this in a while, but it has been a mess of a few weeks, and he feels it everywhere in his body, and-

Right. In the morning he’s going to find out exactly how much damage happened to him by dragging a decent-sized piece of furniture across the encampment. One questionable life choice after another. This’ll be fine.

#ebf writes fic #kabby #queue

[katatonicimpression]

Hammering Out Some Thoughts About Maddie

(a.k.a. I have feelings)

What happened in Dark Web?

So, Ben Reilly (a clone of Peter Parker) comes to Madelyne Pryor with a mind to make trouble. He's frustrated about his identity and his feelings about Peter and wants closure and vengeance and whatnot. She seems into the plan and then does all the work. Magic shennanigans, demons in New York, the works.

Maddie's branch of the evil scheme involves kidnapping Jean, and trying to forcibly extract memories of Cable's early childhood from Jean's mind.

This doesn't work. Jean wakes up, and slaps Maddie. They fight a bunch, Jean appears to win said fight, then she turns around and just psychically hands over the memories in question.

Hmm.. Ok.

But why though?

This is the fundamental problem with this story. Why? Why is Maddie acting like this?

The first Inferno, where Maddie goes evil and brings hell to Earth etc, is noteworthy for being... well, for being a really ooc thing for her to do. In universe, it's a combination of an emotionally and psychologically vulnerable state and literal demonic forces that cause her to do all this. In reality, it's the writers wanting to get rid of her so they throw the Medea trope at her (i.e. woman is scorned, woman goes evil and mad, evily.)

Since then, Maddie has cropped up as a villain occasionally, with varying degrees of sympathy and nuance. Most recently, she appears in Hellions, and then the New Mutants. In the latter, she gets a lot of sympathy from the writing. She's still characterised as someone who plausibly has done a bunch of supervillain things, but ultimately just wants to get away from the people responsible for her trauma - i.e. Mr Sinister.

Maddie's actions at the start of Dark Web are a massive, stupid departure from this. This is a character who, the last time we saw her, had exactly zero plans to hurt anyone, and certainly wasn't on the brink of waging demonic war on New York. There was a lingering sense that maybe Ilyana's trust in Maddie might be misguided, but nothing like this. It doesn't make sense in universe at all.

Once again, this is a lazy decision from a writer, that has lead to Maddie acting ooc. And it's so underwhelming here because the only reason she's having this backslide and doing the evil villain schtick again, is so that she can have a change of heart and a redemption moment which she was already doing. It's stupid. It's so forced.

Autonomy

Both as a character being forced into weird tropey boxes by writers, and as a woman in universe, Maddie's main theme is a loss of autonomy.

Her memories were fake, decisions she thought were her own were decided for her. Her marriage and her child, all part of someone else's plan. Beyond this existential horror, she's also robbed of choices in a more straightforward way. Scott demolishes their relationship, Jean displaces her (from her perspective) and her son is literally taken from her. Then there's the freaking demons.

When she's brought back, both as a ghost-ish entity, and then physically later on, it's all unwillingly. Arguably, New Mutants is the first time in a long time that we see her make any big decisions from a position that isn't a) entirely devoid of meaningful choices or b) a magically influenced mental breakdown.

So, a lack of autonomy is the big theme in Madelyne's character. Gerry Duggan (who wrote the bits of Dark Web that concern this) seems to be aware of this on some level, but takes a different approach.

We get a bit of Maddie's inner monologue where she speaks about how her life is a sham. How she was brought into this world to be a replacement for Jean - or rather, for Jean's uterus. It's honestly pretty moving.

Now, you might expect, if you know your writing techniques, for this story that is openly presenting itself as a sympathetic take on a morally dubious character, that is clearly going to denoument with a resolution between her and Jean, to contain a character arc. i.e. for what this character believes and wants at the beginning of the story to change over the course of the narrative. For her to realise that what she wants is not necessarily what she needs.

But, my friends, this is Gerry Duggan. A rebel. A maverick. A girl boss. He doesn't believe in character arcs. He spits on your so-called writing techniques. He sees your theories of narrative structure and steps on them... in heeled boots... because he thinks it's hot.

Motherhood

Instead of doing a normal writing thing, what happens is Maddie gets the exact thing she was after (the memories of Cable) and yes, actually it turns out that is what she needed. That overarching theme of a loss of autonomy? Nah, fuck it. Her existential angst about existing only as an incubator for this baby and the entire rest of her life being fake? Whatever, let's just make the whole story about the baby anyway.

One of the difficulties with Cable and Maddie is that Cable has been a massive hulking Liefeld monster of a dude for most of the time he's existed in comics. His entire existence as an adult feels very detached from his origins. The contrast is deliberate, of course, but it does make it hard to reconcile the two eras of the character. More importantly, in universe, Nathan himself has lived a whole other massive life since he ever saw his parents. She's not actually that high up on the list of influences on him because, you know, time travel, space ships, Apocalypse oh my.

When teenage!Cable was around, it was hilarious to me personally and also was an opportunity to bridge this gap between the adult Nathan and Scott and Jean. But since teenage!Cable is gone now, that option isn't available for his birth mother. And with all this in mind, I do think it makes sense that Nathan himself wasn't part of the confrontation.

Now, obviously you can be someone's parent without being the one who gave birth to them. So, Jean and Cable feeling the way they do in canon about each other is not wrong, although it's not how I personally would've written the dynamic. But anyway, as it stands, Nathan has two mums, and one has spent more time with him than the other, but both have still lost him.

That's what this sharing of memories between Jean and Madelyne is, really. It's grief. It's mourning. They've both lost this kid and he's fine, he's okay so it really shouldn't hurt so much but also, it is tragic.

So, yes I really do like some of this.

The Other Woman

What I hated was Jean slapping Maddie.

When Jean stops the fight and offers up the memories, it's clear that she was willing to do this the entire time. She even says that she pushed for Maddie's resurrection. She's wanted to do right by her for a while. This is good, this is a really in character attitude for Jean to have.

So, then, why the fight? Why the beat down? I know, I know, It's a comic book. It needs action scenes. But I hated it. I don't want to see Jean slap Maddie. I don't want to see her defeat her in battle. Moreover, it doesn't make sense on a literal level (Jean is actually super down to help) and it's not like it's a thematically relevent beat either.

Jean being supportive of Maddie is a widely popular fan opinion, that is nice to see validated here. One reason it's so popular, is that it flies in the face of the writing between them back in the day, which felt sexist and like they were working on the maxim that "women all hate each other, am I right?". Ironically, the slap panel and the fight have some of that flavour to them. But overall, yes this is a better direction to go in for these characters.

In general, I'm a supporter of "let these characters hate each other" in a lot of contexts. For example, I think that neither Monet nor Bobby should be written as liking Emma Frost all that much. I don't think it makes sense for them to feel that way. A really big example would be Kwannon and Betsy Braddock. I think that whatever closure looks like for Kwannon, it shouldn't directly involve Betsy. She can resolve her feelings about her, without needing a big confrontation with her. I don't think endless apologising from Betsy would help, especially given how she didn't choose most of this either. I think it's something they need to deal with seperately. And, crucially, I don't think resolution here looks like friendship. I don't think Kwannon should ever have to like Betsy.

Now, you could compare Maddie and Jean to Kwannon and Betsy. Both cases are two women who traded lives. Both cases involve one woman being the centre of devastating pain and trauma for the other, mostly unwillingly but nevertheless something that you can't really get over. So, maybe you could say that Maddie shouldn't have to forgive Jean and shouldn't have to like her.

But I think it's different. Mainly because I think there's more symmetry between Jean and Maddie, and maybe because Jean's hurt towards Maddie is less visceral, more existential. I think it's very believable that they could reconcile.

That said, I am glad we haven't had a "maddie forgives scott" storyline. Let me tell you I do not care. You're allowed to hate your shitty ex lol.

Audience Reception

I would sort the reactions I've seen to Dark Web into three categories: positive, negative and whinging. Naturally, I'm in the third category.

A lot of the positive reception is simply because, finally, we got a positive portrayal of Maddie. Ultimately, Dark Web reinforces three widely held fan beliefs

What happened to Maddie sucked

Jean and Maddie shouldn't hate each other, and Jean wouldn't hold any ill will towards her.

Maddie shouldn't remain a villain.

And, well, yeah I agree. This is all on the right track. Fundamentally she should never have been written as two dimensionally evil, and the fact that this era of her character appears to be officially over is a good thing.

The negative reception tends to come from people saying "well, look at all this awful shit Madelyne has done. Why should she be redeemed, she's clearly evil." And, hmm, okay right. It's not like there are no "heel turn retcons" that I don't take seriously, but it's worth being more skeptical of writing decisions than that. These choices weren't made by a human-turned-mutant woman named Madelyne Pryor. They were made by a series of writers.

You could argue that what's canon is canon, and there's a case to be made for just coping with what's happened and moving on. I do think that argument works better when the thing itself wasn't so ooc and retcon-esque.

In Captain America 2015 (or 2017?), the writer finally revisits the "snap wilson" retcon - a change to Sam Wilson's backstory from the mid/late 1970s inspired partly by a fascination with exploitation movies and partly by a growing concern in American culture at the time about "urban crime". It's racist and awful and thank fuck they finally said "nah, that's not canon anymore."

Comics revisit past canon all the time. And I'd argue that grappling with bad, often bigoted, writing decisions of the past is a worthwhile thing for Marvel to do. It certainly seems like a more appropriate way to treat past canon than some of Duggan's other work.

And anyway, this isn't even a retcon. It's a reframing, a different perspective, and a valid one.

The Whinging

I've seen a few people land closer to where I'm at with this. i.e. that Dark Web is not good writing but still overall it's good that they seem to have changed direction with this character.

Complaints include:

The contrived heel turn that Maddie does just to facilitate the plot to a series that is all about redeeming her

The fact that this story should be about autonomy but is in fact about Jean and Cable

The way that focusing on the baby feels like a weird step if her angst is about literally only existing to grow a baby

The emphasis on motherhood as a redeeming feature of a woman

The fact that they make a big deal about Maddie working with the x-men as if she wasn't literally in the x-men before

Some of this rant was inspired by other comments I've read, some of it not. In general, a lot of people are on a similar page with this.

Duggan is not a brilliant writer, but there are things he put in this that I did genuinely like. (You can't say I never say nice things). But overall, it felt like it ticked the basic boxes for what people wanted for this character, but didn't manage to do much more than that due to some weird and frustrating choices.

#rants #2000 ish words and i have not read it back to me sorry #also this is a Medea stan account. fuck jason and those kids probably deserved it #not technically salt #madelyne pryor

[raising-addy]

So it’s been a while! I’ve been adjusting to new life. I had finally given birth in February to a beautiful baby girl. We will call her Addy, she has been the most precious gift! I love her with all my heart.

So I figure since I’m up and can’t sleep I’ll share my birth story.

On Feb 13th around 11pm at night I had returned home with SO, SD,SS. I always had problems with pregnancy insomnia, so falling asleep and waking up at 2ish in the morning was no surprise. What was a surprise was awaking to find my whole body completely swollen. I could not close my hands and knew something was wrong. Now I probably should of had an ambulance take me, but little stubborn me just drove myself to the hospital. I went through the Er doors and explained to them the situation. My blood pressure down there was sky high, I can’t even really remember the numbers. I was brought upstairs immediately and out in a labor triage. They were appalled by me never having a urine sample done throughout the pregnancy. My levels of protein were sky high (shocker right) . I was told they will be inducing me asap, thankfully I had made it to 39 weeks at this time so I wasn’t too frightened. They did though also found out then I had covid which was a pain in the ass. Not so much the symptoms but the way they treated me at that point.

Moving on to the induction.. I was booked into a room and the first method was cervadil ( if I butcher spellings get over it) I got that placed early that morning, it practically did nothing for me. I also coming into the hospital was 0 dilated and only like 50% effaced. I think by the time they finished that I had only gone to 2 cm dilated. I decided early on to get my epidural only because I’m shitty at staying still when nervous ontop of trying to stay still during contractions I just wanted it placed early on so no complications. After that they had me take a pill I cannot for the life of me remember the pill name, but it was supposedly a 2 part drug I had to take half then in about like 4/8 hours I had to take the other part. The problem was I did not react well to that drug and neither did Addy. My epidural started failing around this time, I believe I was at 4 cm around this time. They then had givin me stadol which I had a strange reaction to. I’m very light weight when it comes to drugs so that knocked me for a loop. I remember something feeling wrong though through all of that. By this time they were trying to induce me for 36 ish hours. I remember the lady coming in and me being about 4 cm still and since they weren’t going to give me that second part of the pill she broke my water hoping it would help. I had started getting a high fever and my blood pressure was going all wonky along with the baby’s heart rate. I can’t remember the time from my water was broke to the doctor coming in and tapping me awake and explaining we are going to do a c-section. I was so happy, I was so ungodly tired and I’m so much discomfort. It was within minutes they prepped me and brought me back. I was so thankful they allowed my mother back there with me. It was a few moments later that my baby was born and it felt like the longest few seconds waiting for her to cry, but she did and it was beautiful. We had come to find out we ended up getting an infection in the placenta most likely after the water had been broke from my understanding. Regardless of how hard everything has been, from being high risk since day one, to getting an emergent cerclage done, being completely bed bound, labor and after words months later. I would do it all again over and over cause being her mom is the best thing I ever done. And now it’s all just doing my duty and raising Addy

#rainbowbaby #motherhood #firstborn

[marveliter]

Run | Doc Ock

Summary: You decide to burn off all the chocolate sweets Otto had made for you by going on one of your early morning runs, however, things take a terrifying turn when a stranger stops you.

A/N: okay okay okay things are going to take off here!!! The plot continues!! Warnings: stalking, a knife, and fighting, description of blood and punching

The Single Word Series 

Otto had waken up groggily after hearing your alarm through the walls of your bedroom, and then he heard you throwing on a coat and making sure your airbuds were in and working with the bluetooth on your phone.        “What are you doing?” he asked, eyes still closed, side of his face pressed into the pillow, his body at an angle on the pull-out couch. The actuators had draped themselves over the back end of the couch, slightly jerking and clicking, mimicking Otto’s consciousness of waking up.        You were by the couch when he asked this, putting on and tying your running shoes. You then began to stretch your legs while sitting on the floor next to the couch.        “Going on my run,” you told him. “Remember?”        Otto had enough strength to open an eye and look to the pulled blinds in your living room. He closed his eye and furrowed his brows.        “What time is it? Five?” he asked.        “Nearing six.” you replied. “My runs last an hour.”        Otto groaned, “That doesn’t sound like fun.”        “I feel good after, though.” you told him. “And that’s what matters.” you thought back to the talk you both had about insecurities, but Otto was still too tired to actually talk to you. 

      You didn’t care, you smiled at him and after stretching you squeezed the side of his arm.        “Bye Otto, see you around eight-ish.” you told him.        That woke him up.        Just as you were nearly out the door, Otto sat up from the pull-out and looked at you from across the room.  He called your name and you looked back at him, trying not to laugh as his hair was thrown in all sorts of ways from sleeping. The actuators woke up, jerking at Otto’s sudden consciousness.        “Will you be okay?” he asked.        You nodded. “Of course I will, who’s up at this time anyways?”        Otto rubbed his eyes. “This is New York, anyone can be up at any time looking for trouble. Just wait, I can watch you from afar if you let me get ready--”        “Otto,” you said, stopping him from getting up off the pull-out. “I’ll be fine. I’ve done this before--I’ve done this a lot, actually. I can handle myself. Thank you, though.” You were in the doorframe, holding the doorknob to your apartment. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll see you in a few.” 

      You closed the door, and as Otto stared at it, the actuators up and whirring, he told himself, “I’ll see you sooner than that.” He turned to the actuators. “Come on, wake up, we need to do something real quick.” 

      You were nearing thirty minutes of your run. You knew that when you rounded the corner of the little pottery shop to your right, that the time would just have been over twenty-five minutes. You were supposed to continue running straight, but when you see the construction signs and orange tape and cones on the sidewalk blocking your path, you decide to take an immediate right down an alleyway. Okay, no problem, just a little side step off your usual path, maybe it’d even add an extra minute and give you a lurch in having an extra mile too.        As you run down the alley, you spot a shadow that moves a little too quickly along the brick walls. You turn around, senses heightened as you begin to wonder what’s going on. Over your shoulder, slowing down the tiniest bit, you see a figure stand up in the alley. Just some city bum as everyone else called them, in a hoodie and ripped jeans with worn out boots. His face was pale and slim, the hoodie nearly fitting him. You forced a smile before looking back forward, hoping that this new path will eventually get you back on your right one. 

      You started to think of how Otto was right, but you were true when you said that hardly anyone was up at this time, but he was also correct in that anyone can be up looking for trouble. With rock music blaring out of your headphones, you kept your pace, maybe running just a little bit faster down the alley to where it opened back onto the sidewalk. You made a left and continued jogging, the cold air slamming back into your face and filling your lungs as you breathed in.        Through your headphones, you thought you heard a noise. You look up at the sky, at the tops of the buildings on your right. Nothing. Maybe it was the drumming of the music. Just in case, you looked behind yourself again.        It didn’t make you feel any better.        Behind you, the man in the alley had walked out, and though you were running, he was walking, but walking down your sidewalk.        Okay, whatever, you told yourself, trying not to be scared. He’s a guy, he can make the choice to walk wherever he wants to go--maybe he has to come this way anyways--it’s like when you think you’ve done something wrong with driving and think that the driver behind you is going to follow you home, it’s never happened.        You held onto that hope as you came to a crosswalk, slowing down just in time for the glowing sign to hold up the hand while a few cars with businessmen and women on their way to work drove through the greenlight. If you went straight, it’d be an easier way for you to get back on your right path, going left would have you cross another crosswalk and then continue. 

      Getting a bad feeling, you turn around again, seeing the man grow closer. You try not to make it look obvious that you’re starting to grow anxious because of him, so you huff and jog to the left, down the sidewalk towards the next crosswalk. Well, just as you get to this one, the hand turns red.        You groan with nervousness as you jog in place, keeping the corner of your eye glancing to the right. As right as rain, the man from the alley turns, walking down the sidewalk, approaching the crosswalk you stood at. In a moment of fear, you do what you can and run to your right, going down the sidewalk leading up to the crosswalk. At first, you make it seem like it’s just a continuation of your jog, but when you look behind you, the man is running at you from behind. You scream and run faster, arms swinging, feet slamming into the pavement.        Oh God, you think quickly, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Otto was right--he was right--Otto was right--why today--why the chances of this now?        You thought you had a lead on the man, but your fake continuation of your run wasn’t good enough, and he was right behind you, his hand reaching for the hood of your jacket.        You could partly hear your self scream for help over the sound of your music, but when the man grabbed you by the arm and threw his other hand over your mouth, you couldn’t hear your muffled screams. He pulled you into an alley you had passed on the other side, and then into another one with a dead end between two buildings, the open exit being right behind the man as he pushed you towards the back brick wall. 

      One of your airbuds fell out of your ears due to the man’s push. Your back and shoulders hit square together on the brick wall, pain shooting up the back of your neck before the man grabbed you again by the collar of your jacket. You breathed hard as he pulled your face to his pale, veiny face, where his lips were too chapped and his teeth were slightly stained. His breath was hot and heavy as he caught his breath from chasing you, but the grip he had on your jacket was tight and firm.        “Hey, hey, hey!” he said with wide, crazy eyes. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” who was going to believe this man or be calmed by his words when he said don’t worry? “I-I just want to get to know you,” his voice even sounded crazy.        You thrashed against his grip on your jacket. “Let go of me--”        “But I want to know you,” the man said. He obviously didn’t have the right mindset, but he had a hold on you, and you had to play your cards right with this, but you knew a part of that plan was already hurt by you screaming.        “Just--please let go--”        “You got money?” he asked, now switching his case.        You shook your head. “No--”        “BULLSHIT!” the man screamed, prompting you to scream.        You tried to compose yourself, thinking of anyway to let him let go of you. “I’ll go get you some money, just let me go, please!” You tried pulling your jacket out of his grip, but he shoved you back against the brick wall again. 

      You cried out in pain, wishing that someone--anyone could hear you, and that you had listened to Otto, or at least have let him keep a distance from you because he had worried. Why did fate either like you or hate you?        “No,” the man huffed, a hand reaching into the pocket of his dirty jeans. “I know that trick, but I have one a solution for that problem.”        A small flip knife was in his hand, and your eyes went wide.        All the scenarios went through your mind. He’ll stab you in the chest. In the eye. In the stomach. In the side. In the arm. In the head--anything that could hurt you terribly and be as gruesome as it can.        Your mouth was open in a silent scream of horror as the man held the knife up, a creepy smile crossing his face. Just as his wrist turned, ready to sink itself somewhere in your body, the man himself was flung to the wall to your left. His body slammed into the wall with a thump and then fell with another too. The man groaned in pain, and just as your brain was processing what was happening, a cold, metal limb wrapped around your stomach and gently carried you back to the corner of the wall to your right, where you stood behind Otto. 

      He wore the jacket from when the two of you went to Des Bonbons, his crewneck and the sweats you had taken from the donation bin for him. He had his black boots on, though they hovered a little above the ground as his lower tentacles finally set him on the pavement.        When you could finally realize what was happening, you cried, “Otto!” You approached him, but the actuator that carried you spun its open claw, making you stop in your tracks.        Otto didn’t turn around to meet your face, instead, with his back to you and his eyes on the man, he told the man, “You pulled a knife on her.”        His voice was chilling, gravely with a sharp edge to it. It wasn’t soft and rough, it was dark and rigid.        The man groaned and coughed, holding his side as he tried sitting up. “What the hell man?”        “I’ll show you what the hell I mean,” Otto growled, one actuator grabbing the man by the chest, picking him up and slamming his back into the wall.        You cried with the man as your hands went to your mouth. The man’s legs dangled five feet above the ground as he was pressed into the bricks.        “Otto!” you exclaimed. “Stop!”        “No,” Otto snapped. “Not until I make this son of a bitch regret ever touching you,” Otto used the actuators to pull himself closer to the man, who was painfully groaning with the one actuator still against his chest. “And pulling out that knife. . .” Otto’s voice was deeper, nothing you ever heard.        The man took a sharp breath in. “I’m sorry--”        “Sorry?” Otto snapped. 

      You watched his big, bare hand collide with the man’s face. Your heart dropped, everything inside of you stopped working after realizing what Otto had done. Your hands dropped from your mouth.        “Otto!” you screamed.        You watched in horror as Otto used his other hand to punch the man, sending his face looking the other way. You could see blood dripping from the man’s nose and lips.        “Otto! Stop!” you scream, running at him from behind.        Carefully, one of the actuators grabbed you and pushed you into the exit of the alley, pushing you out of the way, out of the dead end.        “Otto!” you cried, hearing metal clash with something. “Stop--” 

      You fell silent watching Otto, and two other actuators beating the man left and right, all taking turns to swing metal and clenched fists across his face. When the actuator holding the man wanted a turn, it let go of the man, letting him fall hard to the ground, his bloody face bouncing off the concrete. You clasped both hands over your mouth again, in utter shock, and for a second time, you felt your heart shatter, your skin grow cold.        So, very cold.        You watched all four actuators hit the man, metal clinging with the bones in his jaw, his face, his skull. You could see bruises already start to form and the blood dripping down the man’s nose, open wounds and lips were splattered on the ground, on the metal tips of the closed claws of the actuators, and on Otto’s knuckles. The man wasn’t even groaning anymore, but taking all the hits silently. When he was punched, his raw skin was starting to sound like Otto was punching meat hanging in a freezer.        You had to stop him. 

      You ran up to Otto from behind, and this time, no actuator stopped you. They were so into it--all four of them, beating this man, who clearly needed help in more ways than one--and Otto, who controlled them, told them to hit this man and beat him until he was black and blue, and then even more on from there until he was raw and covered in blood.        You grabbed him by the shoulders of his coat and pulled, even though you weren’t as strong as him, but you needed to get through to him, because this wasn’t Otto. It was Doc Ock.        “Otto!” you breathed, tears running down your face. “Stop! Please!”        Looking forward, Otto grabbed your arm, tightly. When he spun around you saw how dark his eyes had become. This was a new kind of dark, nothing you saw when he was sad, or defeated, but this. . .this wasn’t Otto. Not the man you knew, who had only snapped at you once when he was so sick. Who was so grateful for you he wanted to do as much as he could to make up for all that you did for him. Otto’s teeth were grit, his breathing heavy, his brows furrowed and hand tight around your arm still, the blood from the man on Otto’s knuckles smearing onto your arm.        But after a moment, he realized it was you. You.        There was a shock that went through him, making his face drop, his hand let go of your arm, and his breathing starting to shake. He looked at his hands, to you, and to the man who had one ounce of energy left to groan. Otto’s brown eyes grew wide, and his mouth fell, but no words poured out. 

      “Come on,” you tried to stay clam, but the quiver in your voice wasn’t helping you or Otto.        “I. . .I’m sorry--”        “Come on,” you pushed, trying to stop yourself from crying more as you both walked out of the dead end.        “I-I’m so sorry. . .”        You both needed to get home before anyone saw or questioned you. 

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[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

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The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer. 

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next. 

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation. 

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information. 

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?" 

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind. 

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes. 

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you. 

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display. 

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up. 

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet. 

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs. 

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment. 

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter. 

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes. 

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted. 

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear. 

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties. 

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease. 

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?" 

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?" 

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-" 

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

"Did he spank you good?" 

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me" 

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him. 

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before. 

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear. 

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear. 

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise. 

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it. 

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going. 

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone. 

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now. 

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely. 

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible. 

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing. 

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times. 

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fics #august walker x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #walter marshall x reader #ahh #a helping hand

[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

Check out my Masterlist for more!

Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me requests #obey me scenarios

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. I also gave him some anxiety and stuff because while he’s in love he doesn’t believe someone could love him back. He just has a lot of uncertainty with romance. A/N: Meet the Family plus one that isn't really nice. I finally caved and was kind to Buggy when it comes to romancing Sunny. End of the chapter mentions sexy times but nothing graphic at all. I just realized maybe I should take pity on the fool.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 16

Buggy couldn't fathom the amount of cousins you had.

They were broken into four age groups apparently. The 18 and older, the 12 year olds to 17 year olds, the 6 to 11, and the babies to 5 year olds.

The five and under thought Buggy was so cool and wanted to touch his face, hair, ask if he knew tricks since he looked like a clown, and when he resorted using his Devil Fruit to pick a grabby three year old up and hand the child to you, they thought he was even cooler.

The 6 and 11 age group felt they were too old for clowns and weren't really impressed that he was a pirate captain, but when he used his abilities to get their kites out of the branches of a tree and even some toys that ended up on the roof, they decided he was okay.

The older two groups mostly judged him because he was marrying their favorite cousin (you were somehow everyone's favorite in the family and Buggy fully supported that). Some of the male cousins tried to give Buggy the whole “you hurt her you die” talk but he wasn't actually intimidated by that at all for once. Found it to be more annoying than anything.

He would never hurt you in any way.

The female cousins thought you could do better, honestly, though they did ask what his hair care routine was when they saw how long and wavy it was (Buggy refused to tell).

All in all, meeting the cousins went better than expected.

He still had to meet your aunts and uncles. You told him it should be a little less stressful than the cousins, but when your dad mentioned the hot spring that all the uncles would be going to with some drinks, he insisted Buggy come along. You weren't there to help so he had no choice but to go with Blue.

It… it was weird. Buggy somehow was surrounded by all of them, each staring at him as they enjoyed their drinks. He didn't even try to drink yet, too nervous watching and waiting for one of them to ask something but they just stared at him.

“So, our little Sunny is engaged to a pirate captain.” One of them finally said (Buggy couldn't even begin to remember names right then). Buggy could only nod, unsure if this would lead to additional questions or what.

“How long have you been a captain?”

“How long have you been a pirate?”

“You better take care of our niece or else.”

Almost the entire hour spent in the hot spring went like that. Buggy barely spoke despite being in the spotlight. Blue actually did most of the talking even though he really didn't know Buggy well, but it sounded like he asked Sunny similar questions and got some answers and well, Buggy appreciated it. He had no problem being front and center when he was on his ship but off it, surrounded by this family, he was out of his element and hating every second of it.

A tiny part of him was starting to regret agreeing to coming here with you so early into the engagement since that had become a focus of a lot of conversation, but when he headed back to the main house and saw you with your cousins, holding the ring up that he gave you with a big smile on your face, he realized he could tough it out. It had only been a few days so far.

“Buggy, follow me.” Blue said as he put his hand on the young pirate's shoulder and steered him into the house. “I don't know if my daughter told you, but after Windy and I got married, we became jewelers.”

“Huh…” Buggy only nodded, not sure why that mattered. He was led into a tiny workshop where Blue turned the lights on, giving Buggy a view of everything.

Various tools, materials, stones, everything you would need for that kind of business filled the space of the small room. The worktop has dents, scratches, some scorch marks, showing years of love and hard work. There was a bright red cloth with two rings resting on it. Buggy picked one up to look at it, almost dropping it when he saw a tiny little engraving of his jolly roger on it.

“What is this?!” Buggy demanded, wondering if Blue was copying his jolly roger for some reason.

“Well, after you two showed up and told us the happy news, I started working on wedding rings for you both.” He chuckled, suddenly looking nervous and uncomfortable. “My wife sketched out the designs and I've been working on them the last few days as a surprise, but I realize now that that's silly because you probably have something better for the two of you.”

No, no he didn't. Was Buggy supposed to? He figured the engagement ring would be enough but was having a separate ring for marriage a thing? He was also thrown off by the fact that these rings were made in such a short amount of time. It was thoughtful, touching, but Buggy didn't know what to make of it. He set the ring back down and looked up at the older man.

“We… have to have a ring for marriage?” That was the question on his mind. He didn't have rings yet, he only had the (stolen) engagement ring so hearing that there was also supposed to be a wedding ring on top of it was a little much.

To his relief, Blue just chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Only if you want! You're a pirate, I'm sure you have your own traditions anyway. I just wanted to give you a gift for taking such good care of Sunny this last year. I figure you're someone special by the way her eyes light up when she talks about you.”

Buggy scowled as his cheeks burned. That wasn't the case, you took care of him. He didn't do anything worthwhile to earn the love you have for him. Why would you tell your father something different? He didn't say anything, looking back down at the rings. They were a simple band, practical for working on a ship, but he wanted something a little more to it.

“If you already have something, I understand! I know this is a bit sudden.” Blue assured him. “And if you don't like them, I'm okay with that too!”

Buggy hesitated. It was thoughtful but it was missing something.

“No, they're… fine.” He told him, jaw clenched as he looked down at the rings. “Can you just add one thing?”

~

“Yea! We can have the wedding while the whole family is here!” 

Buggy spat out his drink while you choked on yours. Your mother's sister, the second oldest, heard that you wanted just your parents and someone to officiate and well, she didn't like that idea. She wanted to see her niece get married, why couldn't everyone enjoy it? 

“We'll find an officiant, we have the space to have your fiancee's crew join us so long as they behave and we can make the reception the big family dinner we always have!” Your aunt Stormy continued. Buggy was against the idea, was ready to say so, but you took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“We just want to keep it small.” You told her, glancing over at Buggy. “The reception can be a party, but… we just want a small wedding.”

“Nonsense. You have a huge family, Sunny, and we want to see you get married.” Stormy said, shaking her head. “We won't take no for an answer.”

“‘We’?” You repeated.

“The rest of us aunts and uncles want to see you get married. It's not fair if we don't.” Stormy chuckled. “You're the first of the kids to get married, it's only right that the rest of us get to see it.” She glanced over at Buggy. “I imagine it will be quite a spectacle going by how your fiancee… is.”

“W-What-”

“I don't know what that's supposed to mean, Aunt Stormy, but the wedding will be small.” You told her, fixing your aunt with a look that told Buggy that the conversation was over. “Me, mom, dad, Buggy, and some of his crew. That's it.” You tightened your hold on Buggy's hand. “Please excuse us.”

You didn't wait and dragged Buggy away. He noticed you were tense after that, but you also jumped to his defense before your aunt could make any other jabs at him. Spectacle? What kind of spectacle was she expecting?

You dragged him into the house, relieved no one else was in there. Everyone was outside socializing. You took his glass and put it in the sink with yours, huffing in frustration. Buggy was both a little nervous but intrigued to see you frustrated, especially since it wasn't directed at him.

“Of course she would go against our wishes.” You muttered as you started washing the glasses. “Makes it all about herself. She just wants a reason to dress up and will end up making it about her. We are not having a big wedding. I don't want it.”

“Babe?” Buggy asked carefully. 

You looked up from what you were doing, frustration in your voice when you asked, “What?!”

“D’you want to… take a break and go to the ship?” He was hesitant to even suggest it, figuring you'd rather spend time with your family than with him, especially since you have spent so much time with him already. You stared at him in surprise and he started back pedaling immediately. “I mean, this is your family, and I know you want to spend time with them, so I shouldn't have even suggested that, babe. Forget it. We can stay. I don't need to go, y’know, I just wanted you to, uh, have…a break?”

“No, no, Buggy. That's a good idea.” You told him as you dried your hands. “We just have to sneak down to the water. Who knows what my aunt is saying about the wedding now.”

Oh, that was a good idea? He was pleased with himself, smirking at you as he leaned on the counter. “Yea? Maybe we come up with other good ideas while we have some alone time.”

You grinned and tossed the dish towel aside. “Oh, and what kind of good ideas do you want to come up with, Captain?”

“We’ll just have to see, won't we?” He looked quite proud of himself for being flirty without something happening to him for once. “I'm sure we'll come up with something, babe.”

~

Something was you and Buggy in bed, naked and tired, both of you not sure how long you were in there for, both too distracted by each other to really care about time anyway. You had initiated it after Buggy made some joke about getting naked and you didn't hesitate in stripping down in front of him, grinning at the blush on his face and how wide his eyes got up on seeing you naked for the first time.

Now he was a little hesitant. You had said you weren't disgusted by his body upon knowing of his Devil Fruit powers, how limbs and parts separated when he needed them to, but he suddenly felt a little self conscious, so you walked over to him and kissed him, pulling at his clothes to encourage him. He never did this before, you had said the same, but like everything with you, he wanted it to be perfect.

He knew what to do from stories he heard growing up from the Roger Pirates and you knew what you wanted from romance novels you used to read to pass the time at the shop. And while Buggy took charge, he listened when you gave him directions on where to touch, kiss, everything. Hearing how you moaned and whined, panting his name between little gasps spurned him to make sure you screamed his name in the end.

And he was impressed he managed to keep it together when he was finally inside you, holding back to keep from finishing too quickly. There would be other times, sure, but this was the first time for both of you, and you were letting him touch you, pleasure you, and he needed it to be perfect for you. He was so in love with you.

And after all that, he was in your arms, head on your chest as your fingertips stroked down his spine while he made himself comfortable. 

“We should probably make an appearance before they come looking for us.” You sighed, making no effort to move. “I just don't want to.”

“We can stay here. The crew won't let anyone onboard.” Buggy mumbled back, eyes closed as he sank into your arms.

“I would like that since the second my aunt sees me she'll want to talk about the wedding, which is the last thing I want to do with her.” You kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes. “It's kind of late, we can make an appearance tomorrow morning. I just want to spend time with you right now.”

“Yea?” He lifted his head up, eyes wide in surprise. “You’d rather spend more time with me?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a frown. “Of course I would. I love you, Buggy.” Touching his cheek, you gave him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love spending time with you.”

“Your family-”

“Yea, I'll see them tomorrow. I want to spend time with you right now.” You assured him. “Get some rest, honey.”

He nodded, settling back down with his head tucked under your chin, closing his eyes as you pulled the covers up over the two of you. He was more than happy to be in bed with you for the rest of the day, just spending time with you, not having to be surrounded by everyone else and their questions about himself and the wedding. 

Maybe Buggy could convince you to stay on the ship for the rest of the reunion.

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[zegumi]

Ushijima Wakatoshi SFW alphabet

alphabet template here

fluff I sfw I gn reader I hcs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he's quite hesitant on showing affection, wondering if you're comfortable with him being that close to you. he starts off easy: holding hands, letting you rest on him... etc.

once he feels more comfortable with you, he starts placing his head in your lap and giving you little kisses here and there

his favourite forms of affection are: forehead/cheek kisses, back hugs, holding pinkies, and resting his head on your shoulder

when you’re not around he shows affection by talking to you to his closer teammates but subtly, he brings up your name once in a while and a teammate will tease "ooo somebody's in looove" and he starts blushing profusely, asking if they can go back to practice, but the thought of you never leaves

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

being best friends with ushijima seems very rare, he's pretty selective with letting people close enough to earn that title

with you it was unexpected, you weren't afraid or cautious of his stoic upfront. you sat next to him in class and tried to make conversation with him, making sure to include him in conversations and asking how he's doing once in a while. he lets his guard down a little and you guys get even closer, he even invites you over to help with some schoolwork and suddenly you guys are spending more time together outside of school

he's kind of hesitant to call you a best friend, but when he sees that you’re okay calling him yours, he adopts the same title

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

yes yes yes and yes

he is always behind you, resting your head on top of his. if not he'll be facing upwards, lying on his back, your head will be resting on his shoulder and he'll have his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's definitely 99% always the big spoon

but on the rare occasion he wants to be the little spoon, he has both his arms wrapped around your waist, with his head on your chest, your hand running through his hair while your legs are intertwined absolute bliss

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hell yeah

he's a sucker for the domestic life, waking up with you in your sub-urban house, a train ride away from the city. making cakes with you in your green painted kitchen which took you way longer than it needed to bc you kept messing around

he can cook, oh my, he buys some cookbooks and you guys spend some time with each other

I feel like he wants kids, some mini him and you running around, if not he'll adopt some

him teaching his kids to play volleyball in the backyard, him brushing their teeth and reading them bedtime stories and them giving them a little kiss goodnight cuteness overload

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

definitely depends on the reason why you're breaking up, but in this scenario, let's say he hasn't been home enough and you guys feel like you're not with each other enough pain

he really dreads having to break up with you, but he knows you deserve more than someone who is barely home. he's not harsh about it, he sits you down at a time when you guys are both free and explains why, "maybe the time isn't right, right now"

even though he broke it off, he still thinks about it quite a lot, he really hopes that you guys will find your way back to each other one day even if he knows that it won't be possible bc right now you're happier with someone else :( i love angst

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

his volleyball career kinda gets in the way of him wanting to commit to you, but he wants to show you that you mean the world to him, so i think he proposes in his mid-late twenties

his proposal isn't really that over the top, but he takes you out first for a fancy dinner with the excuse 'can't i treat you once in a while'. it's quite dark outside and you guys are looking over the city, you turn around to ask him something and you see him down one knee lovely

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he is very gentle... probably bc of his strict upbringing, but he makes sure not to hurt you in any way

he becomes so much more gentle with his words, careful of saying the wrong words because he can't stand the thought of losing you

physically, he tries to make sure not to accidentally knock into you bc this man is so big and if you get ill ushijima is doing anything in his power to get you better, he tries not to get sick in the process, but having you care for him doesn't seem like the worst idea

emotionally, he tries to support you, but he's not the greatest at dealing with emotions, but when supporting you he tries comforting you rather than trying to solve your problems

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

at the beginning of the relationship, i think his hugs are kind of stiff-ish, but once you guys get more comfortable he goes all in

he's such a good hugger. he doesn't do half-hugs, it's all of it or nothing, he engulfs you with his strong arms a little bit too tight but who needs air

if he feels extra clingy back hugs. he loves the feeling of having your figure pressing against his, sometimes his hands grip onto your waist and he'll sway you back and forth while humming to his favourite song

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

as I've mentioned before, you're the first one to say ily in the relationship, but he says it back straight after

i like to think this happens about 5/6 months into the relationship, just when you guys start getting really comfortable around each other

as for using the L-word, he doesn't really say it that often, he believes when something is overused it isn't as special. he only uses it when it needs to be said

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he doesn't really get jealous easily bc he's kind of oblivious or chooses not to pay attention to it

but when he catches on to whatever's going on, his eyebrows furrow and he'll just give the stare, he'll come near you and put an arm around your waist and slyly try to join the conversation

he knows what he's doing and so does everyone else

the person you're talking to gets a bit intimidated and tries to end the conversation as quickly as possible

you'll try to tease him for his jealously and he'd just change the subject and starts blushing a little, if you try to bring it up later he'd be like 'huh what was that sorry i don't remember'

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I'm not good with this type of stuff ahh

he's actually pretty good at kissing. he likes soft kisses and little pecks on the shoulder and forehead.

when he's rough or needy, he gets really handsy like hands cupping your cheeks, in your hair, hands pulling your waist in - just very intimate

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings bc who likes being productive all the time

he likes sleeping in on days he has nothing to do, so he’ll be behind you hugging your waist and his head resting on your back, you try to stand up so you can get breakfast done but he pulls you back and says 'come on, just a little more', you know that means another hour but you still get sucked back into his warm embrace

you end up falling asleep and wake up with noises coming from the kitchen. you walk in on him wearing just an apron and his pajama pants, dancing to the radio while making pancakes for breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

again lazy evening edition bc why not

he comes home early that day, brings home your favourite snacks and asks if you want to watch a movie with him

he grabs a few blankets from your room and you guys decide to watch 13 going on 30 one of my comfort movies

halfway through the movie, he places his head on your laps asking for you to play with his hair, he lies down and you throw some popcorn and skittles in his mouth every few minutes, you tried pouring water but he started choking and spat water all over your shirt

it gets pretty late and cold so he changes you into his hoodie and carries you over to the bedroom. you guys fall asleep to the hums of the city below

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he's a very reserved person, and i think it's just the way he was raised, talking about feelings wasn't normal in his home growing up

i think with you it takes him some time to open up, he reveals a few things about him and his childhood here and there but nothing major

he doesn't talk about how he feels enough, so it kinda relies on you being able to notice a change in his behaviour which might I say seems extremely hard

i think if you start being more open to him, then he follows on

he gets more comfortable with his emotions around you first and then starts being more open to his team - just give him some time he gets there

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

oh he's so patient, so patient

it takes a LOT to anger him, i don't think you ever have or ever will see this man angry, tbh i don't think you would want to

if you ever lash out at him, he'd sit down and understand where you're coming from, he'd try to calm you down and give you a second to let it all out

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, literally everything

you mentioned that you liked mangos yesterday, and boom you've got a lifetime supply in your kitchen /s

he keeps a little note in his notes app just making sure he doesn't forget anything, he has your favourite orders, skin/hair care products you use, and little stuff like your favourite show in there

he does this bc he loves how your eyes beam after realising he remembers the little details

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

this one hc is why this took so long, so I decided not to do bc my brain isn’t responding

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

ushijima isn't the overprotective type although he is protective

he doesn't care what you wear or how you present yourself, as long as you’re comfortable, you will have his full support

if he sees someone making you uncomfortable, he is always quick to jump in and say "you're making them uncomfortable can you please excuse yourself". if he sees a situation is making you feel uneasy he will take you and leave, to calm you down or to clear your mind, which ever one is the best choice in that moment

he doesn't feel the need to be protected, he believes that hes strong enough for the both of you sometimes he needs a little help so pls do step in

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

such a big try hard, he puts so much effort into dates, anniversaries, and even mundane everyday activities.

even far into your relationship he still pulls up at your door with a suit and a flower bouquet which he seems to never forget

he always wants everything to be perfect so you'll never forget

he enjoys surprising you with little gifts to remind you that he still cares. he seems like the type to buy you a promise ring, and oh my is it beautiful

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

this is hard bc in my eyes this man can't do any wrong, but its probably how he can't express his emotions very well

everyone gets in a bad mood once in a while, but for ushijima its different, the stress of volleyball gets to him and he just ends up shutting everyone out, including you. he was never taught how to properly talk abt how he feels so he just holds it in with never intending to let it out

if you try to ask him whats wrong then he just grunts and shrugs it off

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he isn’t insecure for how he looks physically, he works out and maintains a healthy lifestyle, and he was blessed with that beautiful face of his *chefs' kiss

he's always hygienic (bare minimum), he cuts his hair regularly, keeps his hands nice and clean, with his nails well-trimmed

he likes to keep his appearance up and always looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine but so effortlessly

bonus: he smells so good, he wears expensive cologne and zooweemama its so tasty, you'll hug him and never want to let go just because

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he wouldn't necessarily feel incomplete with out you, he'd feel a bit empty

he forgets how much he misses you when he goes abroad for matches and he can't see you for a week straight. he makes sure to send videos and voice notes rather than texts so you can send some back. he video calls everyday, no matter the time difference just so he can see you in real time

if you guys take a break in the relationship, he finds his self drifting back into his stoic shell. he tries his best not to bc he knows how much he loves the person you've helped him become

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't know how to flirt hehe

he tries to use a smooth pick up line once in a while but they all end up with him in a flustered mess before he can even finish a sentence, i think we should leave the flirting to you

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

liars/dishonest people

he can't stand it when somebody lies to him, its agitating when someone he cares for feels the need to lie to him, it makes him feel like they don't trust him enough

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he's a quite a light sleeper and wakes up pretty easily. he also looks dead when he sleeps, for example most days he sleeps pretty early bc he's worn out and you come into the bedroom and see him lying down on his back, his chest isn't even moving like it should be, but you'll get into bed with him and his first instinct is to wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss

i think he sleep talks, omg just imagine ushijima whispering about the weirdest things in his dreams. you recorded him once and showed him when he woke up and he got a bit embarrassed and started laughing

here's the hcs for mornings with ushi

this took me so long omg >o< I really hope I portrayed his character well bc he’s such a lovely person

make sure to take care of yourselves :)

reblogs are very much appreciated <3

requests are open

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[electricbluebutterflies]

Jess/Leto + “love waking up next to you.”

Early-era, PG-ish, also on ao3.

Observe. Track routines. Be perfect. Be so damn perfect and still-

If there is a core problem, a year and a half in, it is the lack of compartmentalization. Jessica leans heavy on that to get by; her counterpart, it seems, has no such tendencies and-

She is learning, in these years, how frustrating such proximity to another human being can truly be. She’s started to like him anyway.

It is early, too early, on a day when the known schedule allows for more sleep, and she is… too awake and too warm and too tangled up in an embrace she barely remembers and it’s too much and she turns all her senses down for calm and it’s still not-

She could very easily slip out of her lover’s arms, retreat down the hallway and go on with her day, and if asked convince him that she left as soon as he was asleep. That does happen sometimes, still, and-

She could. She won’t. There hasn’t been much of a difference between those two boundaries in a while.

It is better to stay, she decides, to be reminded in an innocent way that their bodies are perfectly suited for each other, to trace patterns on his skin and let herself feel things and-

It is not normal to care so much for an assignment, she knows this much, and she does anyways. Who could interact with that man and not feel the same? Something like sunlight about him, intruding into her deep midnights and making her-

She already knows where this ends, what questions will be asked of her someday, and she knows her answers just as well. She was offered kindness where she did not expect it. She responded voluntarily. She did not respond according to her training because her damn training didn’t include what to do if someone decided of their own free will to treat her like a person – and let this be her defense, she has never laced her voice towards him – and she had to improvise on a scale she doubts any woman of her order has faced in centuries and-

Her partner – beside her around her overwhelming her – wakes up slowly. She likes this part, the calm as he realizes she is still here, these moments not yet burdened with responsibility or-

“You didn’t slip away.”

She has done so less and less as time passes, as she has learned that it is easier to quiet her mind if her body is entwined with another even as her worry for him has increased, and she-

“I like waking up next to you,” she murmurs. “You’re… easy to look at.”

She does not speak of true desire – the fact that she feels it at all is one more thing she does not know how to handle, one more thing to compartmentalize and deal with later and probably never get around to – but there is something beautiful about this man, different in the vulnerable moments, different and-

“Every day you surprise me.” A smile on his lips, hands still on her upper back, they are not-

She feels safe with him. Maybe that will be her defense someday. She feels safer than she ever has and not-alone in a way she did not know she could and-

He’s already ruined her. What a soft way to burn.

“I did nothing,” she breathes, and she’s not sure-

“You’re softer like this. Haven’t put your thorns on yet.”

“Not softer, just distracted.”

“Still-“

“You worry too much about me,” she murmurs, shifting her position to rest her head on his shoulder. “I truly do not understand-“

“You always say that like no one else ever has.”

“And if I confirm that suspicion?”

She knows that particular look of not-quite-horror too well, the inability to put into words how deeply he will never understand her past but he is trying because that is what it is to live alongside someone and-

“Let me prefer to think otherwise.”

She tilts her head and kisses his jaw, and she is not tactile but something about this dynamic motivates her and changes her and-

“How could I ever fault such rare innocence?”

“Very easily if so inclined, I suspect.”

He does ask for so little and give her much more, and-

Compromised, Jessica thinks. She is something beyond compromised already and they have barely begun.

“Stay,” she breathes, changing the subject as she can. “Keep me warm. Just for a little while.”

He kisses the side of her face, and again she is warm, and-

“If you’re comfortable.”

#ebf writes fic #leto x jessica #queue

[golbrocklovely]

remember me // colby brock (pt 2)

A/N: as i mentioned before in a different post, this took me FOREVER to write. i loved writing this story but something about it just made me drag it out for so long. nonetheless, i love this and i'm excited to see what you all think. please lmk what you thought about this. thank you to everyone that has supported me and sent me kind messages. yall are the best ! hope you enjoy :) also lmk if you want another part...

prompt: she's the only one that remembers colby, or so they both thought.

trigger warning: ANGST, heartbreak, AU mention, friendship problems, cursing, happy-ish ending (but not the end...?), kissing

word count: 5526

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Colby was relieved that the waitress, the only one that remembered him, decided to help. The moment she agreed, Colby gave her his number and left. She texted him not too long after, and he realized for a moment she never said her name. He planned to ask her the next day when they decided to meet up at his place.

It was weird to come back to his apartment, knowing that down the hall his best friend, his brother, lived there and didn't know who he was. Usually when Colby felt lonely, he would walk down the hall to Sam's and hang out for a bit. It was always nice to talk to Sam about anything and everything.

But now... he couldn't do that.

Colby tried to sleep during the night, but barely any rest came from it. He tossed and turned, hoping that when he would wake up, this would all just be some weird-ass nightmare.

When his cell phone rang the next morning at 9:34 A.M., it was an unfamiliar ringtone. As he rubbed his eyes awake, he glanced at the caller, the name 'Waitress' appearing on his screen.

I guess this wasn’t a dream after all.

"Yeah?" Colby groaned, squinting his eyes at the sunlight.

Her voice came through cheery, the tone too loud in Colby’s ears. “Let me up to your apartment. I'm here.”

He cleared his throat. “This early?”

“I figured you would want your normal life back as soon as possible, yeah?” She sassed.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, give me a second. I'll come down and get you.”

Colby stumbled out of bed, running his fingers through his hair as he threw on a random shirt and jeans, slowly trudging down to the lobby of his apartment. She sat on a couch, tapping her foot against the carpeted floors. Her eyes were staring out the door, almost like she was looking at someone. When she heard Colby’s footsteps, her gaze pulled away from outside.

“Did I wake you?” She frowned, grabbing her bag next to her and standing up.

He shook his head. “You can't really be woken up if you barely slept.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” She lightly bit her lip, following Colby to the elevator.

He shrugged tiredly. “It's okay.”

They both slowly got into the elevator, climbing up to Colby's floor. The loud 'ding' of the elevator broke their silence moments later. They walked to Colby's apartment, and he unlocked his door quickly.

She whistled quietly. “Woah, nice place.”

A half smile spread across Colby’s face. “Thanks.”

“No offense, but how do you pay for this place if you're not a social media person?” She questioned, stepping into the kitchen.

He raised an eyebrow. “That's... a good question. From what my mom told me over the phone yesterday, I worked all throughout high school and college, so maybe it's from that?”

“You only worked at Dairy Queen while you were in high school. You must have gotten a better job in college because there is no way you can afford this place.” She disagreed.

Colby smirked. “How'd you know I worked at Dairy Queen?”

“Well, for starters, my friend told me. And also, I did some research about you. But I'll get to that in a second.” She continued, her voice falling to a serious tone, “So... would you like to hear my theories?”

“Theories?” He puzzled.

“As to why everyone forgot about you.” The waitress explained.

Colby sat down on his barstool, exhaling. “Let's hear it.”

“Okay. For argument sakes, you're gonna have to just go with me on this. Because otherwise, I literally have no way to help you.” She started, already pacing slightly.

He cautioned. “...okay?”

“So last night, I tried to think of a reason why everyone would collectively forget about you. And the only conclusion I could come up with is that you're in an alternative universe.” She hypothesized.

Colby’s eyes widened, bugging out of his head. “A what?”

“An alternative universe. Basically, everything is pretty much the same in your life, except a few minor details,” she revealed. “That’s why you still live in this apartment, but you didn’t get here the same way you did in your other life, your real life.”

“This... it's way too early for this.” He grumbled, astonished.

She sighed, her hands resting on her hips. “The only other option is that this is a very long-winded prank that your friends are still pulling on you. Have you tried talking to any of your other friends besides Sam?”

“No, everyone else’s number is gone in my phone, which I can only assume means they don’t know me either.” Colby retorted. Then he took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “But, this doesn't make sense. How did I end up here if this isn't my life?”

“I’m not sure how you got here, but I think you’re here for a specific reason. I think you’re here to right a wrong that this Colby Brock did. I’m just… not entirely sure what that wrong might be.” She answered, unsure.

He huffed. “Okay… what am I supposed to do then? Stay here and hope we figure that out soon? I don't even know who I am in this universe.”

“And that's where my research comes into play.” She pulled a laptop from her bag quickly, placing it down on the counter and opening it. She scrolled through her browsers until she came across Colby's Facebook, which surprisingly looked active for someone who hadn't been personally on it in years.

I use Facebook? Gross.

“First, I started by seeing if you and Sam were friends on here, but that didn’t amount to much since Sam doesn’t have a Facebook. However, what I found out is that you and Sam did live in the same town, go to the same high school, and played in the same marching band. Sam talked about his early years before he was ‘famous’ in one of the first videos he posted, and I crossed referenced that with your profile and it all matches up.” She informed.

“That's strange,” he mumbled. “What did we do after high school?”

She stated. “You went off to college and majored in Business Management with a minor in Philosophy. You graduated early too.”

Me? Graduating early? I couldn’t even get through math without Sam’s help.

“What did Sam do?” He asked.

The waitress scrolled to another tab, opening it to show a search of Sam. “Well, a very quick Google search shows that he actually went to the same college as you but dropped out once his Vine career started to pick up. Then he went on to Musical.ly when Vine died. He moved out to LA in 2017 and started a YouTube channel after he met Katrina, and slowly met all of his- your, friends that way. He got a bump of followers once he started dating Kat because of her following.”

Colby’s mouth gaped at her words. “That can't be true. He would have never wanted that. I mean, I had to convince him that we should be on social media so that we could spread our message. Plus, he hates those channels that use their relationship for views.”

“Not this version of Sam. Or at least, it doesn't seem like it.” She commented.

He covered his face, groaning into his hands. “What the hell am I here for? What wrong have I done in this universe?”

Her voice low, she replied. “I think it might have to do with Sam.”

“But... he doesn't know me.” He dissented, sitting up.

She nodded. “I thought so too. However, after scrolling through all of your public photos, I found this.”

Colby squinted at the screen, an old photo of him and Sam stared back. They looked super young, probably sophomores in high school. They were both smiling, laughing at something. He vaguely remembered this day.

“So, we did know each other.” He bit his lip softly.

She hummed. “Yeah. And weirdly, it’s the only photo of the two of you on your profile. But it’s not the only strange thing.”

Scrolling to a different tab, she pulled up an old tweet of Sam’s. It read ‘Never thought you would be the one to hurt me. But I guess everyone can be surprising.’

Colby noted the date. “That was back in high school.”

“Yeah, and there’s a bunch like them. He talks about being betrayed and someone hurting him deeply. He never mentions, of course. But his tweets line up with some that you were tweeting at the same time.” She confessed.

The waitress clicked on a different tab and another tweet showed up, one from Colby’s account. He gazed at it, reading the words ‘If you hate me… imagine how I feel about myself.’

Colby’s face dropped. “Wait, what?”

“You don’t tweet that often, but when you do, you talk about righting wrongs and fixing things you fucked up.” She added, “You also hate on yourself a lot.”

He doubted, crossing his arms. “You think they’re connected?”

“I do. I think in this universe you fucked up somehow and hurt Sam. And I think you are here now to fix what the other you did.” She explained.

He ranted. “This is all so fucked! When I saw him yesterday, he acted like he didn’t even know me. How am I supposed to even go about this? What, do I just go down the hall and apologize for something I don’t even remember doing?”

“No. Sam's not in his apartment anyway. I saw him leave while I was waiting for you.” She mentioned nonchalantly.

He grunted. “Great, he could be anywhere in LA right now.”

“I know exactly where he is.” She smirked.

“What? How?” He questioned.

The waitress divulged. “This version of Sam has a favorite restaurant he goes to all the time. A lot of his fans know about it, thus one look through any of his fan accounts and you'll see it. It's called ‘Paradise’.”

“Sounds like a strip club.” Colby deadpanned.

She pouted. “It's not. But he goes there all the time, and I got us a table there last minute.”

“What exactly are we gonna do when we get there?” He crossed his arms.

“I was planning on going up to his table and talking to him, maybe asking him about you, see how he reacts.” She described.

Colby furrowed his brow, confused. “And what about me?”

She slid her laptop into her bag, zipping it up hastily. “Well… I didn’t really think that far ahead. But hopefully, whatever you did is forgivable, and we can just fix it right there.”

He murmured. “That's a lot to hope for.”

“It's better than sitting here and wasting daylight.” She grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. Colby followed suit, grabbing his keys.

He spoke as he locked his door. “What if this doesn’t work?”

She turned back to him. “It will. It has to.”

~~~

Paradise was a themed restaurant, which Colby thought was strange because his Sam never really liked those types of restaurants. The theme was nice, however, tropical and Hawaiian. It felt like something he, Sam, and a few friends would have gone to after a fun, drunk night.

As Colby and the waitress were escorted to their table, they both kept an eye out for Sam, glancing around nervously for the blonde boy.

“I think the worst thing about this universe version of me is how messy my car is,” Colby joked. “It’s like I live out of it.”

She shrugged, smiling. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You should see my real car. My honey wagon is spotless.” He expressed, waving his hand.

“Honey wagon?” She queried.

“Long story,” he chuckled. Then abruptly, he gasped. “Holy shit, I just realized I never got your name.”

She cocked her head. “What? I never told you?”

He blinked. “No.”

She started. “It's-”

“Hi, I'm Tony, I'll be your server for today. Can I get you something to drink to start you guys off?” Tony greeted, cutting her off.

“Yeah, sure. A water for me.” She blurted out.

Colby added. “Coke, please.”

Tony smiled. “Okay, coming right up.”

Once Tony left, the waitress started scoping out for Sam again, her eyes widening once she saw him.

Her body stiffened, turning back to Colby. “He's over there, three tables down to your left.”

Colby gazed over his shoulder at his friend. Sam looked lost in thought, staring at his phone as he ate his food.

“Why is he alone?” He muttered.

“From some of the blogs I read, he likes to go out and eat by himself. Also, apparently, him and Kat are on the rocks.” She admitted.

“They love each other so much, it's kinda gross to be around them sometimes,” He quipped, but shook his head. “So to hear that...”

“I'm gonna head over.” She announced quickly.

Before he could speak, she left the booth. Colby watched her walk over to Sam, listening closely to their conversation as he ducked his head down.

“Hey... sorry to bother you, but are you Sam Golbach?” She asked sweetly.

“Yeah I am. Did you want something?” Sam stared blankly at her.

“Um, yeah?” She almost scoffed at his tone. “I’m a huge fan and I know this might be a weird question, but do you know someone named Colby Brock?”

Sam’s face remained stoic, but his eyes intensified. “No, I've never heard of that name before.”

“Are you sure, because I'm pretty certain that you and him are best friends.” She insisted.

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

Colby watched nervously as she pulled out her phone and showed Sam the photo. Sam scrunched up his face, his eyes scanning the image. “Yeah, no. Still don’t know who he is. What was his name again?”

“Colby Brock.” She stated.

“...Sorry. I’ve never heard a name like that before.” He mumbled, almost inaudibly. “Sounds stupid anyway.”

She cocked her head. “Wait, what?”

Colby clenched his fist, unable to hear this conversation any longer. He needed to come face-to-face with Sam. He slid out of his seat, walking hastily over to Sam and the waitress. Sam’s eyes narrowed as he gaped at Colby.

“Sam…” Colby started.

Sam growled. “Are you fucking serious, Colby? Did you really have to get one of my fans involved?”

“What?” Colby puzzled.

Sam jumped out of his seat, grabbing Colby’s arm and pulling him out of the restaurant. The waitress followed behind them, confused just as much as Colby. Sam’s feet stopped behind the back door of the building, turning to Colby without warning.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sam barked.

Colby stepped back, surprised by Sam’s anger. “...Uh, I don’t know what you mean by that.”

Sam scoffed. “Why the fuck are you here? After all this time?”

“So, you do remember me.” Colby remarked.

“Yeah, I do. When you showed up at my place yesterday, it took me a minute to realize it was you, since you decided to dress up like a Hot Topic employee, but yeah, I knew it was you. Are you really gonna pretend in front of her that we don’t know each other?” Sam teared his eyes away from Colby’s, staring at the waitress suddenly. “Let me guess, he hasn’t told you the whole story, right?”

“I guess not.” She shrugged uncomfortably.

Sam chuckled darkly. “Of course not. If he told the whole story, he would have to admit he was an asshole, and God knows he’s not gonna do that.”

“What are you talking about?” Colby panted.

“Do you not remember? Well, I’ll give you a refresher. You and I became friends freshman year of high school. You were my best friend and I was yours. I trusted you. I trusted you with a lot of shit that I’ve never told anyone. Senior year of high school, right before we were about to graduate, right as we were starting a social media career, suddenly you don’t want anything to do with me; which would have been bad enough, but then I go and find out you and my girlfriend were hooking up behind my back,” Sam snapped, catching his breath for a moment. “So yeah, I remember you, Colby.”

Colby’s mouth fell open, his breathing speeding up.

None of this sounds like me. I would never hurt Sam like that.

“And now, you have the fucking audacity to show up when everything in my life is going great and I’m succeeding. I have fans, friends, and a girlfriend that all love and care about me, and you’re here trying to what? Stir up drama? Get some clout from me?” He demanded.

“If your friends and girlfriend love you, why are you eating all alone?” The waitress jeered.

Sam glared at her, biting his tongue. “And you made one of my fans hate me. Dope, dude.”

“Sam, look; I’m sorry for what I did. But that was years ago. I’m not who I was back then.” Colby choked out.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you in my life. Do you not understand what you did to me?” Sam persisted.

“I know I was an asshole, and I apologize for ever hurting you like that. But I miss you, and I want to work things out. Let me prove to you that I’m better.” He trembled, getting closer to Sam.

Sam backed up, blocking Colby. “No. No! You don’t get to miss me. You don’t get to miss a relationship you fucked up. It took me years to trust again. Hell, I’m still going through it. You don’t get to decide whether or not you’re in my life. Not anymore.”

“Sam… please.” Colby whimpered.

“Don’t show up at my place again. Don’t talk to my fans about me. Don’t act like you care about me. Because I’m done,” Sam stared into Colby’s eyes before going back into the restaurant. “I don’t care about you. Fuck off forever and leave me alone.”

Sam’s words punched Colby hard, taking the breath out of him instantly. He caught himself against the wall, his legs turning to gelatin under his weight.

He stuttered. “I… gotta leave. I-I have to…”

“Colby, relax. It’s gonna be okay.” She grabbed his hand.

He shook off her embrace. “What? No it’s not! Did you not hear what he said? Why would he want to be friends with a piece of shit like me?!”

“You were eighteen when this all happened. Give yourself a break.” She argued.

“No. I’m fucking terrible. This version of me is terrible. Of course he doesn’t want to be friends with me! I don’t even want to be me.” His voice quivered with anger, his body racing away from her.

She furrowed her brows, trying to keep up with him. “Where are you going?”

“I just need to leave. I can’t be here right now!” He grunted, his pace picking up.

She called after him, but Colby didn’t care. His heart slammed against his chest over and over again. Tears weld up into his eyes, blurring his vision as he began to run. He wanted to keep running until his legs gave out, until he couldn’t remember all the words Sam had said to him.

It dawned to Colby how much worse this universe was.

He wasn’t just stuck in a universe where Sam didn’t know him.

He was stuck in a universe where Sam didn’t want to know him.

In a universe where Sam didn’t love him.

And he had no way of escaping.

Colby must have blacked out while he ran, somehow maintaining to stay upright, because once his thoughts started to subside, and his body basically gave out under him, he noticed he was in a part of LA he had never been before. Some random neighborhood that was unfamiliar.

He shoved his body up against a metal telephone pole, sliding down to the ground. He tried catching his breath, gulping back breaths as he forced down the nausea overwhelming his senses. He wiped his face with his sleeve, feeling more tears rush down his cheeks.

His throat and chest burned with each sharp inhale. He whimpered into his hands, covering his face from the slowly retreating sun.

He slid his phone out of his pocket once he caught his breath, calling the only number he knew.

“Hey honey. What’s up?” His mom’s voice rang back sweetly.

Colby’s voice was monotone, exhausted. “You know who Sam is, don’t you?”

The line went quiet for a moment, all Colby could hear was her light breath.

“You told me not to talk about him. After you two stopped being friends, you said you never wanted to hear his name again.” She exhaled deeply, “I was taken aback when you asked about him yesterday.”

“He’s out here… in LA.” He responded.

She gasped lightly. “Did you run into him?”

He laughed bitterly. “You could say that.”

“Oh, Colby. I’m so sorry.” His mother consoled.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, mama. I just…” Colby trailed off, unable to explain.

“Why don’t you come home this weekend?” She offered. “I miss you, you know.”

“I would love to. But…” His chest heaved as hot tears drifted down his cheeks. “That’s not my home.”

“Nonsense. You will always have a home here.” She assured him, her voice almost trembling.

He wiped a fallen tear, a broken smile coming to his face. “That’s good to know. I love you.”

She hummed. “I love you too, baby. Call me again soon.”

“I will. Bye.” He uttered breathlessly.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Colby remained against the phone pole. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly his phone vibrated, a new message from ‘Waitress’ asking where he was. He sent his location, and she arrived twenty minutes later in his car. He stood up, stumbling to his passenger door. His legs were weak from the sprinting he had just done. As he got in, the cool AC blasted the sweat and tears off his face.

They didn’t speak, a quiet radio station playing in the background the only sound. She drove through the hills of LA, eventually hitting a peak. She parked the car as it overlooked LA, the lights looking like stars on the horizon.

She got out a minute later, walking over to the hood and leaning against it. He could see something in her hand but didn’t recognize it. Colby sat in the car by himself, not able to physically move his body from how exhausted he felt. Eventually, he achingly stepped out of the car, sitting next to her on the hood.

“I’m fucked.” Colby breathed.

She started. “I don’t think-”

“Please don’t try to make me feel better. I know you mean well, but I am fucked,” he rebutted, his voice dark. “I’m stuck here, in this universe, where Sam hates me. And as if that weren’t bad enough, I did terrible things, things I know I would never do to him. How the fuck am I supposed to apologize for those mistakes? I wouldn’t take him back if the roles were reversed.”

“Read this.” The waitress stated, handing him a journal.

He glanced down at the leather-bound book, slightly faded from years of writing. He unclicked the lock and opened it, looking down at the pages. It was his, a journal full of writings he had done.

“Where did you get this?” He inquired.

“You were right about your car being messy. But you’d be surprised what you fine if you just look.” She teased.

Colby read over the words, the first entry catching his eye. It was dated a year after him and Sam had graduated high school.

Sam is succeeding without me. I knew he would. He was always so smart when it came to business decisions. He just hit 10k followers on Vine. That’s crazy!

“What the hell is this?” Colby questioned.

She answered quickly. “This whole journal was you keeping up with Sam without him knowing. This version of you always paid attention to what he was doing, even if you guys were no longer friends.”

“I’m obsessed with Sam? That’s great.” He deadpanned.

“You’re not obsessed with Sam. Read this entry.” She skipped a handful of pages, finally stopping on one and showing it to him.

I hate myself everyday for the hurt I caused Sam. I can’t believe what an idiot I was back when I was 18. We could have gone so far together… but I had to go and fuck it up.

He scowled. “Am I supposed to be sad for myself?”

“Keep reading.” She pushed.

The night I chose to never speak to Sam again, I knew I made the wrong decision. But I had to. Sam was ready to go on and do bigger and better things. I was just gonna hold him back. I was terrified of failing, not only myself, but him. He deserves success. That’s why I had to ignore him. I have never been as smart as him. I would have ruined our chances of doing something great. And I have been proven right by how far he has gone without me.

“You stopped being his friend because you were scared, not because you didn’t care anymore.” She repeated.

He slid off the car, scoffing. “So what if I was scared to fail? Sam didn’t deserve the hurt I caused just because of that. And what about me cheating with his girlfriend?”

She jumped off the car, striding up to Colby. She grabbed the journal from his hand. “You didn’t cheat, look.”

She pointed at the bottom of the page, his eyes following her finger.

“Me and Lexi were never together! I hate her for telling him that. One night, they had a really big fight and she came over to my house to ask what she should do. I told her to break up with him if she really didn’t care anymore. And then she tried to hit on me. I told her off and threatened to tell Sam, but she got to him first. She must have told him her and I were together.” The waitress read aloud.

“Wait, if I never hooked up with his girlfriend, why wouldn’t I tell him that?” Colby hissed.

“I think at that point, you wanted the friendship to be over, and I think this solidified it.” The waitress responded.

“All this time I could have been friends with Sam, but I ruined it because I was scared? What a fucking idiot.” He spat.

“You weren’t an idiot,” She interjected. “You just disliked yourself so much you didn’t think you deserved happiness. At least now you know that this version of you isn’t as terrible as you thought.”

“Even with that being the case, Sam’s never gonna accept my apology. Why should he?” Colby lamented, “I let him down the worst ways. I broke his trust and loyalty.”

She shook her head, stepping towards him. “Give him some time. You might be surprised."

Before Colby could speak, his phone rang. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the number. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Did you really mean it when you said you were sorry?” Sam spoke, his tone hesitant, but dry.

His breath hitched at the sound of Sam’s voice. “Of course. I never meant to hurt you, Sam.”

Sam paused for a moment, before breathing out. “I’m giving you one more chance. Tomorrow. Come by my place. You apparently know where I live.”

“Yeah,” Colby laughed awkwardly. “I’ll come by. Thank you… Sam.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’ll see you later.” Sam stated, hanging up.

Once the call ended, Colby’s eyes stared down at his phone widely. He almost couldn’t believe that happened.

He inhaled sharply. “Sam just called me. He wants to meet me tomorrow.”

“That’s great.” Her voice just above a whisper.

“He wants to hear me out… he wants to give me another chance.” His face dropped with confusion. “How did he get my number?”

It hit Colby like a brick as he gazed up at the waitress, who bit her lip hiding her smile. “You…?”

“You weren’t the first person I showed the journal to,” she explained. “When you ran off, I was gonna go after you. As I got in your car, I saw this journal sticking out from under your seat. I read through it and… I knew I had to show Sam. I went back in and talked to him for an hour, showing him how much you were actually sorry. How much you had beat yourself up over hurting him. And then I gave him your number. I wasn’t sure if he was gonna call but-”

“Oh my God, you’re amazing!” Colby ran up to her, grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around. She gripped his shoulders tightly as they spun, laughing loudly into his ear. As her feet touched the ground, he stared into her eyes, his smile the brightest she had ever seen it. His hands glided up her body to her face, cupping her cheeks quickly. He smashed his lips against hers, his heart pounding as he did. Her hands lowered to his chest, her grasp on his shirt tightened as she felt herself lose her footing and back up into the car.

As they stumbled, he realized what he was doing, pulling away quickly. “Shit… I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have-”

“No, it’s okay,” She giggled. “I’m just… surprised.”

He exhaled, letting his arms fall away from her body. “Me too.”

They leaned against the car, keeping a slight distance from each other. A light blush rested on both their faces; however, it was hard to see with the setting sun, something they were both grateful for.

The waitress sighed, breaking the moment of silence. “I think I know why this happened. Why I was the only one who remembered you…”

He raised an eyebrow, slightly side-eyeing her. “Really?”

“I lied to you when we first met. I wanted to seem a bit cooler than I am, but I don’t think I can hide that anymore.” She began, nervously.

Colby’s face relaxed a little, surprised at her words. “Okay.”

“My friend didn’t introduce me to you guys… I introduced her… to you.” She confessed.

A soft grin came to his face. “I had a feeling.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did! I totally did,” he snickered. “Not every fan knows I worked at Dairy Queen. And… no average fan would have helped me get Sam back the way you did.”

“I think there’s a reason for all of this. I think in your universe, your life… you don’t know me.” Her voice dropped suddenly, making Colby turn to her.

“That’s true, I don’t.” He nodded.

Her eyes met his, a sad glint reflecting in the moonlight. “But I think the reason for that is because… you’re not supposed to.”

“What do you mean?” He replied, his face twisting in confusion.

“I think you and I are only supposed to have met here, in this universe. But not in yours.” She glared up at the sky, “Maybe in some weird way, I’m your guardian or guide or something.”

Colby’s thoughts raced. “So, what you’re saying is-“

“This might be the last time you’ll ever see me. You did what you had to do. You got Sam and you to talk again.” Her voice cracked as she held back tears, “You can go home.”

He grabbed her hands, holding them close to his body. “But… I don’t want to leave if it means I don’t know you.”

A hitched breath fell from her lips, a smile appearing from his words. “If we’re meant to be, we’ll see each other again.”

“That’s not fair.” He shook his head, a deep frown settling on his face.

“I know, but it’s how it has to be.” She whispered.

He rested his forehead against her, breathing deeply. “Can I… get one more kiss?”

She bit her lip softly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

They leaned in, his breath fanning across her lips for a split second before he pulled away.

“Wait…” He shuddered. “I never got your name.”

A soft smile came to her lips. “I’ll tell you after.”

His arms wrapped around her, pressing her body into his as their lips collided. He held onto her for dear life, terrified that the moment he pulled away, she would be gone.

He could feel things around him slow down, almost melting away, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the beauty of their kiss making him dizzy. A whirling silence overcame his senses. A burning sensation sliced through his abdomen; his breath ripped from his lungs.

A heavy darkness overtook his vision and for the briefest of moments, he felt absolutely nothing.

Except her lips.

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Repaint Woes: wtf did I do wrong ahahahaha

(Originally posted Jan 23, 2022 on Patreon! Become a patron for as little as $3 a month at patreon.com/pandorkful to catch updates early!)  

Tried making this post a few weeks ago, but the Patreon app crashed exactly as I was finishing up >_< So this is attempt #2. But the upside of having to rewrite everything is: I'm pretty sure I know exactly what I did wrong now.

So, I've had this Obitsu Slim Male 01 head since mid-November, 2007. He's had a bunch of face-ups over the past 14-ish years, at least 4 that I can recall, and he's now on his 3rd body. He's my 1/6 scale Ghaleon, the first custom doll I ever put together, and super special to me.

I was really happy with his most recent previous faceup, which I did sometime between 2013-2015. Unfortunately, the gloss on his lips and eyes eventually went tacky and picked up a gross layer of dust and lint, a problem I've had with every gloss varnish I've ever tried for faceups on vinyl heads. (Idk if it's something about the environment in the area I live in messing it up or what, but I've about given up on glossing eyes and lips now ahahaha)

Additionally, the white saran hair I had rooted back in 2007 had yellowed into a sickly blond and had gotten brittle with age and handling.

So sometime in late summer, 2021, I decided it was time to give him a complete reroot and repaint! I had a bit of white alpaca suri left over from making a wig (for my 1/3 scale bjd Ghaleon hehe) a few years ago, and decided to use it up for the reroot. I did a combination of tension method rooting and needlefelting to secure the natural hair fiber inside the head. I really should make a video on how to do it sometime, cuz it's way easier to show it than it is to explain. XD Anyway, it turned out really great and very secure--almost no fiber loss when I comb his hair!

(See the aforementioned wig on your left. :3 And look at how yellow that saran had gotten even back then--this pic is from 2015.)

Ghaleon's currently on a Barbie Looks tall mtm body (that I still need to do top surgery on with my dremel) which is a shade darker than the Obitsu "white" vinyl color--almost a perfect match to Obitsu "normal" actually. So I was gonna need to blushing to match the head to the body... if I had been motivated to set up a place outside my new apartment to do some MSC spraying, that is.

At my old place, when I was still living with my folks, we had a nice enclosed "courtyard" I could set up for spraying without feeling self conscious--my current apartment has a yard, but it's wide open to gawkers :P And it's currently a mess from my landlord-adjacent guy doing work on the downstairs apartment, AND I don't have any lawn furniture to prop dolls up on. Sooooo....

I said fuck it, I'm just gonna colormatch with paint. No problem.

It should have been no problem, I've done this several times before! To great effect! I have a good eye for mixing colors! Here, look at this acetone shrunk MH Finnegan Wake head I painted to match a Xinyi body (which was Ghaleon's 2nd body for a short time, btw):

He's a little textured from the layers of paint, yeah, but it looks pretty natural in pics and almost unnoticeable in person. I started painting this head not long before I moved, btw, in 2019. Really need to finish him soon. That'll be a future post, haha!

Anyway. Ghaleon's repaint... didn't go so smoothly as that one did, as you can guess from the cover image.

(Plz excuse the static--suri is gorgeous... when it isn't winter. >_< Still need to clean up/feather the bangs at some point...)

From a cursory glance, you can't tell that there's really any issues. I think the faceup turned out pretty alright, I'm not crazy with the darker lipstick and eyeshadow I went with, and it's been a couple years since I'd last painted a doll's face so I felt really rusty--but over all, not terrible.

But, if you get closer...

Cracks, flaking. Oh no.

We'll come back to this in a second. At the same time I was working on this head, I was also finishing up a second Obitsu SM01 head to be Eternal Blue Ghaleon...

I'm less happy with how this faceup turned out, I didn't do as good a job color matching--and you can see the cracks very clearly. The "crazing" almost works with his purple scars, but it also just looks like caked-on makeup to me. :-/ 

Soooo.... what went wrong with these two heads? Why did these color matching attempts crack and flake while my previous ones have held steady??

I think it could be a combination of factors--the MH head was acetone shrunk, so it was very hard and had no give to it to allow cracking to occur. Obitsu vinyl is also very, very soft in general, and preforms best when it's been sealed with Mr Super Clear Matte.

But I think the true culprit is this: I remember mixing mod podge into my paint when I painted Finnegan's head, but I didn't mix any medium into my paints when I painted the Obitsu heads. Additionally, I used artist grade acrylics when I painted Finnegan, but used hobby paints for miniatures when I painted the Obitsu heads.

I think the issue is buried somewhere between those two points, experimentation is probably required to figure out if I'm right or not... but in the end, since I know that MSC is just the better method to prep an Obitsu head for paint, and it's too cold to paint comfortably right now... maybe I'll just wait for spring to redo these faceups with MSC, anyway. :P

Oh, on a semi-related note, I decided to try the new Barbie Looks guy as a base for Dyne:

I think the Ghaleons have accepted him. 

(bonus dubious look from Gar)

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[jjunberry]

you love me, i love you let’s date

lee juyeon x reader, slight choi yeonjun x reader

request for @light164star

warnings: angst, fluff-ish

He placed his arm over his eyes sighing loudly. Juyeon was annoyed. You were laying next to him on the twin sized bed sound asleep after crying for hours straight. Yet another heart break he had to help you through.

You should have listened to his warnings against going out with Sunghoon. He knew how he was. Juyeon turned and looked at your sleeping figure.

Puffy cheeks, swollen eyes, your hair was stuck to your face due to your tears. He lightly ran his hand over your cheek. You stirred but didn’t wake. Juyeon lived for these moments. Even though he couldn’t tell you.

Juyeon tensed a little but relaxed when your head made contact with his chest. He wanted to be the one who made you happy but he’s to much of a coward to tell you.

Both of you were blind to each other’s obvious feelings for each other.

You moved on from Sunghoon and the heartbreak he left you with. Thanks you Juyeon and his efforts to make you forgot about the boy.

With only seeing Juyeon in one class a day you two met up to go home together. That’s when you met him. He was waiting for someone like you were.

Headphones were blocking the sounds of school around him as he waited. His eyes were glued to his phone, probably to ignore people staring at him for just waiting around after school.

He looked up briefly and your eyes locked with his. The boy smirked at you. Red washed over your cheeks. It was Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun who is also Juyeon’s friend.

The staring was cut short thanks to Juyeon’s arrival. “ Sorry it took so long, she wouldn’t let me out until everyone finished their tests.” He addressed Yeonjun. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Juyeon.” He turned his attention to you. “ Oh hey Y/n. I forgot to tell you but i’m hanging out with Yeonjun today.” You just nodded. “Would have been nice to know fifteen minutes ago, I missed the bus waiting for you.” Juyeon sighed.

“Look I forgot okay?” You just sighed and nodded before gathering your bag and walking down the steps of the school. “It’s no problem, Hey Y/n was it?” Your eyes once again locked with Yeonjun’s. “I’ll drop you off at home, but you’re more than welcome to hang out with us.”

“A ride home would be nice.” You smiled. Yeonjun took the lead and you guys followed him to his car. The boys carried on a conversation about random things here and there.

You tried not to listen in but talk about Juyeon asking someone out caught your attention. Jealously took over you. This crush on your best friend was getting out of hand. It didn’t help you were afraid to ruin your friendship.

Every attempt to get over your feelings for him ending in you getting your heart broke. Not from the failed relationships but from Juyeon telling you that you’d find someone just right for you when all you wanted was him.

You wasted no time getting out of the car when you were outside your house. “Thank you for the ride.” Yeonjun nodded and he waited until you were inside to pull away.

Later in the day Juyeon came over. You weren’t really in the mood to see him since he left to hang out with Yeonjun and you were still feeling jealous from earlier.

Juyeon pouted laying on your bed. “You’re being moody why?” Sighing you played with the strings of his hoodie. “I was waiting for you that whole time when I could of been at home.” Juyeon laughed which made your cheeks go red.

“Awe I’m sorry.” He cooed poking your cheeks. You swatted his hand away from your face.

Yeonjun had become apart of your daily hangouts with Juyeon. He was always there with you two. The more you hung out with Yeonjun the more you began to like him.

It wasn’t fast it was slow. You realized you liked him one night after the three of you went to a movie. Juyeon left early to go meet up with a girl somewhere.

Your heart was already heavy in your stomach. Juyeon was always the one to take you home. Yeonjun walked you to your front door and kissed your cheek goodbye.

Since that night you and Yeonjun spent almost everyday together. The two of you waited on the school’s stairs for Juyeon.

You were watching videos on Yeonjun’s phone laughing. Ignoring the stares of passing classmates. One stare you couldn’t ignore was the one burning into. Looking up you made eye contact with a clearly upset Juyeon.

“Oh you’re here.” You smiled. Juyeon kept his stare on you. “I thought you weren’t coming today?” Juyeon asked. “Well I wasn’t but Yeonjun insisted.” Juyeon nodded.

You went for food then got dropped off. Yeonjun and Juyeon decided to just drive around. “I think i’m going to ask Y/n out.” Juyeon froze.

“Listen Yeonjun, you’re my friend and all but Y/n can’t take another heart break. So don’t ask her out if you aren’t going to be committed.”

Yeonjun sighed. “ I wouldn’t and you know it.” Juyeon felt his heart sink. “You’re they’re best friend what do they like to do?”

Juyeon told him your favorite things to do and favorite places to go. Yeonjun had asked you on a date. You were so excited.

Yeonjun took you out to dinner. “This is my favorite restaurant.” You smiled before sipping your water. “Juyeon and I come here all the time.”

You and Yeonjun shared stories while you enjoyed your food. Towards the end of the night he wasn’t really acting himself. “You seem to do a lot of things with Juyeon.” You smiled. “Well yeah he’s my best friend.”

Yeonjun smiled. “He’s more than that to you, I’m sorry Y/n but I don’t think you and I will work out.” Your heart sank. “Oh that’s okay.” you forced a smile before you two said your good nights.

You slid down your front door once it closed and let the tears fall. No matter how hard you tried to move on from Juyeon you just couldn’t seem too. Loud knocking interrupted your thoughts scaring you.

“Y/n please open the door.” Juyeon asked he sounded out of breath. The door wasn’t even open all the way before Juyeon took you into his arms. His scent engulfed you.

He took you up to your bathroom and had you sit on the counter. Grabbing a make up wipe he began to take what was left of your make up off. He was gentle.

Juyeon lifted the hoodie he was wearing off and handed it too you. “I’m sure the one you have is cold.” A smile took over your features. Juyeon left the bathroom so you could get dressed.

He was already laying on your bed wearing his hoodie he left at your house the last time. You got on the bed and cuddled up to him. “I’m sure Yeonjun told you it wasn’t going to work out between him and I.” You felt him stiffen.

“I don’t know why I got my hopes up.” Juyeon sat up quickly which caused you to roll to the side. “I can’t take this anymore Y/n. Stop putting yourself down there is someone for you.”

Standing up quickly you stood in front of him. “Oh yeah and who would that be? I don’t see anyone jumping to date me unless they’re in it to get laid and not talk to me afterwords.”

His hands cupped your cheeks forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I- You’ll find someone who loves you.” You scoffed and pushed his hands off you. “No I won’t because the only person i’ve ever loved doesn’t love me back.”

“They’re stupid for not loving you back.” You laugh bitterly at Juyeon’s words. “Yeah you are stupid.” Juyeon’s eyes widened at the realization. You had feelings for him? Your eyes went wide. “I think you should go home Juyeon I don’t think you should stay tonight i’m upset.”

Juyeon wouldn’t budge. “No I’m not leaving.” Sighing you sat on the bed. “Just please go.” Juyeon shook his head. “No.”

“WHY?” You yelled not wanting to get rejected by your crush and possibly lose your best friend. “Because you love me, I love you let’s date.”

His words knocked the air out of your lungs. “Stop joking Juyeon.” He laughed and took your face in his hands again. “I’m not joking, Y/n I love you.” He placed his lips on yours.

You froze at first but quickly melted into the kiss. Your arms circled around his neck and his hands moved down to your waist. When you pulled away for air both of you were blushing.

“I love you.” he said again causing you to blush harder. You played with his hoodie strings. Your lips found his once again. “ I love you too.”

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hope you enjoyed! -Echo ❤️

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