#turning off anons for a little bit but mutuals you can still send asks

[infinite-orangepeel]

Steddie and “Shh use your words, baby.”

turned this one into a full-fledged ao3 oneshot with a whole lot more content. you can read it here :)

ooo i love this !! thanks for sending it in anon, i hope i do your prompt justice 💗

tw: ftm steve harrington (usage of cock, pussy, etc. to refer to his own genitalia), under negotiated kink (but they are both very into it and safe), mutual masturbation, slight orgasm denial/delay

they’re about a month into dating when it happens for the first time.

eddie’s just left steve’s place, after an evening spent cuddled up next to each other on the cushy sofa—pretending to watch a movie. and as always; it only took a few minutes of shared body heat, lingering stares, and wandering hands before steve found himself straddling eddie’s lap and kissing his boyfriend senseless.

it felt good, really good.

steve’s boxers dampening considerably as he humped himself down against the hard line of eddie’s clothed cock. little wanton moans falling from both of their mouths, when eddie’s big hands wrapped around steve’s hips to assist in building more delicious friction.

but just as things were heating up, steve started to get a bit too in his own head about everything and made some stupid excuse to get up and go to the bathroom. essentially ruining his chances of getting laid tonight.

you see, the thing is, eddie hasn’t actually seen steve naked yet and as much as steve trusts and loves his boyfriend, the idea still greatly terrifies him.

thankfully, eddie hasn’t seemed to mind; endlessly understanding and patient as they navigate this new world of intimacy together.

that being said, the second eddie departs from the driveway, steve rushes back inside and sprints upstairs to his bedroom. practically tripping on his own feet as he ascends. horny as a dog in heat and in desperate need of release.

its become routine over the past few weeks. eddie teasing his body, caressing every available inch of his skin, making him soak his underwear, and then leaving for the night—completely clueless as to how insanely turned on steve is.

so once he’s safely back in his room, steve scrambles up onto the bed. the air thickens with want as he hurriedly strips off his jeans and boxers. leaves eddie’s shirt on—a borrowed graphic-tee that’s quickly become a staple. he tucks it into his mouth, so he can inhale the natural musk of his boyfriend and gain easier access to the stiff buds of his nipples. rolls them between his thumb and forefinger as he mounts his favorite pillow—squeezes it between his thighs and whines as his he starts grinding his swollen pussy against it. finally giving into the filthy fantasies that have been clouding his mind all night.

eddie walking in on him isn’t part of the plan—in fact steve half-thinks he’s imagining it when his boyfriend appears out of thin air in the doorway.

“hey baby, sorry to bother you! forgot my jacket and thought i’d—” eddie says casually, as he throws the door to steve’s bedroom wide open and finds him humping his pillow,“oh. oh, fuck.”

eddie’s practically drooling. his mouth is hanging open like he’s trying to catch flies and steve is instantly mortified. covering up as much as possible with his hands.

“eds! shit, you weren’t supposed to see me doing this. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m so embarrassed. oh my god—” steve rambles, thoughts automatically going to the worst places.

“don’t be sorry. don’t you ever be sorry,” eddie walks over to the edge of the bed and tilts steve’s chin up with two of his fingers, so he’s forced to meet his gaze, “and don’t you dare fucking stop on my account. keep going, baby. i wanna see you.”

steve is awestruck by eddie’s reaction. never dreaming it would be so unwaveringly positive. cheeks flushed as it clicks that eddie isn’t disgusted by him and his naked body—rather he’s attracted to him and wants to see more.

“you’re sure?” steve can’t help but ask, even as he starts to slowly buck his hips again.

“you’re asking me if i’m sure? baby, your body is so fucking hot. even hotter than i imagined it would be,” eddie laughs incredulously and kisses steve deeply, “plus I’d love to be right here while you make yourself cum. talk about a dream come true.”

“yeah?” steve whines, feeling confident as eddie kisses along his neck and nibbles on his ear. he’s so far gone for this man it’s ridiculous.

“yeah, honey. if you hadn’t noticed, i’m kind of obsessed with you. now tell me what you want me to do? you want me to keep talking?” eddie cups steve’s face and pets a hand across his cheek.

steve nods enthusiastically, “y-yeah. it’s hot, really hot. more please, like hearing your voice.”

eddie willingly obliges. palming his straining hard-on over his jeans as he runs his mouth and edges them both closer to orgasm.

“feels good doesn’t it, baby? you’re so wet and your cock’s so fucking hard. looks just about ready to burst with how good you’re teasing it on that pillow. taking your time, hm? letting all that pleasure build up like a good boy,” he coos in a sickeningly sweet, condescending tone. voice shakier as he fucks into his palm and watches steve intently.

and steve? he can’t even begin to find his words. a mess of mewls and whimpers and moans, as he works the length of his aching cock between a few fingers and ruts his pussy in punishing circles against the soaked fabric of the pillowcase. and now that he has eddie as an audience, he’s arching his back, pushing the plump curve of his ass out, and using his free hand to pinch his raw nipples. knot tightening in his lower belly, warmth spreading through his abdomen.

“fuck,” eddie groans, thrusting his hips and biting his lip, “that’s right, baby boy. don’t hold back—making such pretty noises for me. such a good little slut. my perfect boy.”

steve knows he’s going to cum. he knows it’s going to be messy. he knows eddie’s going to see him as he squirts over the pillow. and the very idea makes him lock eyes with eddie and moan incoherently. begging with his gaze.

“what is it, baby?” eddie’s patronizing smile makes steve keen, “aw you wanna cum don’t you? is that why you’re shaking so much? wanna cum for me and make a mess on your pillow?”

steve nods as hard and fast as he can, words still escaping him. unsure why he feels he needs eddie’s permission to cum, but also knowing it’s absolutely necessary.

“shhh, shhh,” eddie hushes, rubbing his cock at a punishing pace, “use your words baby. use those pretty big boy words of yours and ask nicely. then i’ll give you everything you need, okay?”

“p-please, daddy,” oh fuck where did that come from, “please, please, let me cum, daddy. wanna be your good boy, please.”

“ahh. fuck, fuck baby. say it again and i’ll let you. c’mon one more time, precious boy,” eddie pleads, face contorting with pleasure.

“daddy. need to cum for you, daddy. please,” steve begs so pretty and bounces on the pillow mercilessly, stimulation peaking.

“fuck yes, baby. cum with daddy. cum for me,” eddie groans and spills into his jeans with steve’s name heavy on his filthy lips.

and steve does the same—positively drenches his pillow as he squirts all over it. slapping his pussy like he’s never done before just because everything feels too good and the oversensitivity is enough to destroy him.

suffice it to say, after that night, steve’s quite physically comfortable around eddie and vice versa. and it’s the start of a beautiful relationship <3

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[rinbowaman]

“His Love…” one shot “what if” scenario *Requested* please read note and warning label before reading.

Alright here we go. Sorry for the long wait, but I finally got it. so if you read the original requested scenario, on the end, Heethan wife’s up Y/n and gets her pregnant. This is the alt route as requested where y/n manages to flee and actually dates another man, and as you probably surmised, bc there is another man involved, Heethan is a little bit brutal (imo) I promise there’s no chocolate syrup this time (although 50% loved it, the other half of you got a little scared and I apologize for that.) either way, I’m glad that y’all still enjoy the series “what if” scenarios. Pls remember these are just drabbles that aren’t a part of the main series there it’s not canon, it’s just what would happen if the situation occurred. I want to point that out so Heethan’s character isn’t tarnished lol *ahem “Going Viral” ahem*

Warnings: so I promised there’s no choco-dick, but this has doubled penetration (with a vibrating dildo) and heethan himself. And when I saw double penetration, I’m taking both holes and both, Heeseung and Ethan have their fill with the dbl pen. So please note that before reading on in case you aren’t comfortable with that. I don’t like to spoil it but after “Going Viral” part 3, Im going to start soooking a little just for forwarding purposes. Also, non-con…it turns in to consensual (sort of….?) but it will/can be uncomfortable if you’re not into reading that. So please read at your own risk. There’s also mentions of beating up someone, tracking y/n down, insults (heethan is kind of a dick in this AR guys….that’s why I mentioned that it’s not canon) but also pls remember (not that I’m trying to defend him) he does get devastated and hurt….and MAD. But he still loves you, so he teaches you a little lesson (and insults you in the worst way possible) before taking you off the market. And I think that’s all of it.

To tap this off….this was actually way worse and I revised it and changed it up bc it was waaaaay too brutal. And I didn’t want to post that version, so for those of you that want to know what was originally written before I revised it (it was just small revisions), send me an anon ask and I’ll answer it privately bc I didn’t want to risk getting that out there and possibly flagged….again.

You couldn’t believe you pulled it off. Maybe he wasn’t as clever as you gave him credit for. The whole time you were fearful that his cunning attitude would have allowed him to catch on of your plans in switching schools and moving away…from him.

‘I didn’t want to end it this way….but I had no choice. He wouldn’t let me go….Heeseung….I’m sorry.’

Initially you didn’t think you’d have the fortitude to go forth with moving away. It was a lot harder than you had thought, and the fact that you were limited to where you could go, considering you needed to pick a new school and coordinate a place to stay; somewhere that was outside the local area. When it came to escaping him, the farther away, the better. 

That’s where your best friend from High School came to mind, Elisa. Your pretty and comforting friend, she was dear to you as h/n and the others, which you unfortunately had to leave behind without saying a word. After some time you figured you’ll be able to hit them up and explain things, but for now, you couldn’t risk your plan being exposed to Heeseung, so all contacts mutual contacts had to be left out, leaving you only Elisa to help you through this. 

Elisa and her longtime boyfriend, Sean, ended getting married right after Elisa and you graduated high school, Sean was roughly the same age as Heeseung. Being married before finishing college isn’t ideal, but that didn’t deter them from receiving full support from their family’s as far as their nuptials went. With Sean’s parents giving him their house as a wedding gift upon deciding to move and retire out of the country, it made things so much easier for you once you had reconnected with Elisa. 

All you had to worry about was to wait and begin classes at a new school that you applied for. Getting accepted was surprisingly easy, but because their semester had just started, you had a long wait before you could continue your education. 

“Why not take this time and explore the area? You’ve never been here before right? There’s lots to do.” Elisa encourages you as you, her, and Sean all day at the table, eating breakfast. 

“Yeah I could, that would be nice.” 

Elisa and Sean’s residence was on the other side of the country from where Heeseung and the others were. Since you didn’t leave any evidence of moving, and Heeseung having no clue where you currently reside, it would be safe and a prime moment to get familiar sign the area. 

“In fact, Sean and I are going away for two weeks for a family event, did you want to go? “ 

“No it’s fine. If it’s alright with you, I’ll stay behind and look after your house, and get familiar with the area and the campus for when I finally start school again. “

Nodding in agreement, you felt a sense of sensational relief. 

…………………..

“I don’t want this anymore! You’re suffocating me with your jealousy and you’re always so clingy it’s annoying!” 

“Me?….” Heeseung snarls as his eyes widened annd leans in with his arms crossed, squaring his eyes with your own as he closes the distance between the two of you. An incident at a local party had led the both of you to engage in a heated argument. 

“Did you see the way that guy touched you? You can’t seriously blame me for what happened.”

“You went too far. You can’t just grab every guy that hits on me and throw them around or punch them Heeseung, it’s not right.” 

“Neither is them touching your hips…”

“He was wanting to dance.”

“Yeah…not gonna fly. “ 

“This is what I mean! God! I can’t do this anymore! People are scared of you and they’re scared of me! They’re scared to talk to me because they fear of what you’ll do to them.” 

He drags his palm over his eyes and rests it over his mouth, the fleshy portion between his index and thumb nestled just under his nostrils as he looks down at you with heavy eyelids. His expression reflected a field of irritation, anger, and exhaustion. 

“I only do what is deemed necessary y/n. Someone talks to you, fine. But touching you is a completely different story.”

“It doesn’t matter! Leave me alone I want out! “

“………”

“…..I don’t want to be with you anymore…”

You truly meant it, yet a part of you believed that you could have a change of heart had he appealed to you. However, what transpired after your statement caused you to ground your dedication in leaving him. 

“I don’t think so babe…”

“I said leave me alone!” 

“Alright, fucking yell at me again. Threaten to leave and tell me you don’t want to be with me…go ahead, say it. I promise you….you’re not going to like what happens….you’re making the beast rattle in his cage, and I’m trying to keep him tamed. But go ahead and talk that shit again, I’ll fucking let it out.”

Feeling bold out of irritation and frustration, you called his bluff and spat out “I hate you” only to find that he wasn’t bluffing. Not one bit….

………….

“Oh my gosh girl, what are those?…bite marks?” 

“Huh? Oh….yeah.” 

“…..from the possessive boyfriend?” 

“……..”

A flashback of the fight with Heeseung speared through your head as Elisa remarked the evidence of his ravaged affection that night. You’d been wearing clothes to cover up your entire body, despite that it was summer. 

‘Maybe going to the beach with them wasn’t such a good idea….everything can be seen.’

“Here girl, take this.”

Elisa hands you her mesh swim dress, and to your surprise, it helped with obscuring the harshness of each mark. The purple, blue, and red coloration of spots became hidden under the black fabric, and the puncture dots couldn’t even be seen, at least, wherever the dress covered. Since it was a shorter one, the markings of his territory could still be seen on your legs and thighs.

“Thank you.”

“Jesus…on your arms and feet too? What the Hell…..just what kind of man is this person y/n?”

‘Not a man…but two men. One, a monster, and the other, a demon. I don’t even know which one is which anymore…’ 

“Just some guy…the marks look a lot worse than how they feel. We had a fight and he just gets….really passionate with his display of affection.”

‘Why am I trying to defend him?’ 

“Well that’s hot and all but not if it’s non-consensual. I’m glad you’re away from that asshole.” 

Looking over to her, you smile softly as you stared at the sand and nodded. 

“…..yeah.” 

The next few days, you kept thinking about him. You wondered if he was moving on or if he was still angry, or maybe still looking for you. Who knows. You even thought of calling him just to talk it over, getting him to calm down, maybe even working things out. 

‘No…it’s better this way.’ 

……………

“Okay we’ll be back in two weeks, take care and don’t hesitate to call us if you have trouble with the house or if anything comes up.” Elisa hugs you as the shuttle pulls up to take her and Sean to the airport. 

“Thank you! Enjoy the trip, I’ll see you guys in two weeks.” 

Watching the shuttle drive off, you felt a bit liberated with having a large house all to yourself. 

‘It’s not so lonely…it actually feels nice.’

You started to expand the concept of having your own place someday. Being independent and having your own house just felt so nice. 

You decided to go and try the cafe that was located nearby after spotting it while sightseeing. Waiting for your order, you continued to read a work of fiction that you thoroughly enjoyed. 

‘Tumblr is wild, hahahaha.’ 

Enjoying the creativity of the aspiring writers on the site, you became engrossed in a particular series, yet your attention was caught by a swift motion in front of you. 

“Hi!” 

‘Who is this person? Why did he just sit at my table? I don’t recall ever seeing him before.’

“H-hi….I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

He softly chuckles, a glint of nervousness could be sensed the way he looked down at the flat surface of the table and placed his elbows on it. 

“No….but I saw you sitting here alone and figured I’d take the chance to strike up a conversation with you. Do you mind?”

“…no, it’s fine. What is your name?” 

“Andy, what’s yours?”

“Y/n…”

He smiles…

And so did you. 

The conversation you had with Andy was so nice, he was a decent man and not at all pushy, like most men would be.

He made it evidently clear that he was interested in you, but was so natural and smooth in talking to you, as if you both knew each other already. Very much like Heeseung when you first met him, back when he was dating Vicky.

“I don’t want to be too blunt…but I gotta ask, do you have a boyfriend?”

“…….no, actually I don’t.”

For a couple of days, you spent a lot of time hanging out with Andy. He was such a gentleman, like Heeseung, but not as assertive or overprotective. He wasn’t at all clingy, and it was so nice to be with someone who didn’t glare at every man passing by that made an effort to look at you. Andy was a realist in a sense that he knew other men would find you attractive, like Heeseung, but what differed the two was Andy’s acceptance of others conducting themselves, so long as they didn’t cross the line. With Heeseung, everything from staring, to touching you was considered crossing the line. Guys on campus couldn’t even speak your name aloud without getting a death glare or confronted by Heeseung….or his Ethan side. 

That was the other thing that you would have to get used to. Now that Heeseung was out of the picture, that not only meant no more of him….but no more Ethan.

No more two sides of the same coin. With Andy, should things go further, you would have to get used to the prospect of having to deal with just one face, one personality, and one love. 

‘It might be a bit boring compared to having Heeseung and Ethan’s duality, but it’s better for me. For my future.’ 

Walking you back to the house after taking you out to dinner, Andy walks you to the door. 

“So….would you care to do this again real soon? Maybe like tomorrow night? “ he asks.

You smiled as you jingled the keys in your hand. 

“Yeah, I would like that.” 

The moment you answered, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips. It caught you by surprise and you were shocked back as you looked up at him in a surprised manner. He was bold, but not at all as strong as Heeseung, or Ethan for that matter. 

“S-sorry!…..Sorry….I just….”

You just stared at the ground, trying to find words to let him know it was okay that you were just caught off guard, yet for some reason the words wouldn’t come out. You were too overwhelmed, not because of him conducting the kiss, but because it felt different. It wasn’t what you were used to, and you caught yourself in a moment of confusion. 

‘It’s…not as thrilling. Heeseung and Ethan have kissed me a million times and it always felt like the first time….but with Andy, it just felt a little bland. I guess I’ll have to get used to it…not just because it’s Andy…but because he’s one man. All of them are…except Heeseung.’

“…..you’re just so damn pretty….I just…lost control of myself….I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No it’s fine. Really, I was just caught off guard…..if you want….we can try again.”

He looked delighted at the fact you weren’t at all angry. Normally you would have been, but you really wanted to try and find some bit of joy in kissing another man….just one, not two. 

A moment goes by and while the kiss was gentle, passionate, and sensual, it didn’t have the effect on you like Heeseung’s did. That was going to be a downfall but something you’ll need to put behind. 

‘Yes he gave me butterflies…but that’s not worth giving up my life.’ 

Andy finally bids you goodbye as you accept his dinner invitation tomorrow night. 

“My place tomorrow? I’ll cook.” He smiles.

“Yeah…sure.” You giggled. 

After changing over and climbing into bed, you thought about Heeseung. 

‘I really hope he’s not too mad. I really hope he’s moving on.’

Blocking his number, the painful reaction of his torment was still being relayed as H/n, Jake, and the others inflamed your phone with messages. 

‘Y/n where are you? Where did you go? Please be alright.’

‘Y/n, please call us. Ethan is searching for you everywhere. Where are you?’

You merely responded to all of the messages with “I’m fine. I’ll call you guys in a few days, please trust me and give me a little bit of time, I’ll explain things later.” 

A ding comes in on your phone, which you knew was from h/n or the girls. You didn’t bother reading it, instead, you drifted off to sleep. 

At some point in the middle of the night, you woke up to the loud noise across the street. Elisa’s neighbors had a frenzy of friends over for game night, which went on all throughout past midnight. Looking at the clock, you saw that it was a little after 2 am. 

‘Oh gosh…’ 

Stretching out on the large bed, you get up to grab some water. You didn’t need to turn on any of the lights since there were night lights plugged into the walls beginning at the hall way, down the stairs, and spread throughout the kitchen. 

Going back upstairs, you re-enter the room, set the bottle down on the end table, and climbed back into bed. Since there was no lighting inside the room, you didn’t even notice the tall frame that laid on the side next to yours. 

“Found you.” 

You screamed at the feeling of his hands grasping your waistline. You already knew…

“Heeseung! Get away!” 

You squirmed get he was so quick to overpower you as he pins you down on the bed, straddling atop of you. 

“So this is where you’ve been….gosh. You must have been so lonely without me…inside this big house all by yourself.” 

“H-how? How did you-“

“Find you?” 

He interjects. His tone was smooth and tranquil, yet his grasp on your wrists tighten. 

“Well sexy….the thing is…you had set up auto fill on your email when you used my computer. Naturally, the moment I clicked on your email it just logged me in. Didn’t you notice all the notifications on your phone?” He smirks, knowing full well that everyone and their mother had been texting you the moment you flew out….you hadn’t realized that whole majority of the dings were from h/n and the others, there were some that was notifying you of your email being logged into from a different device…something you had ignored since you got tired of reading all the texts.

Your heart sank. 

“And there I found an online receipt for plane tickets. Your  whole itinerary….along with messages between you and your friend. Pretty crafty huh?” His tone turned snarky. 

“H-Heeseung I-“ 

“Shut up.”

You tightened your lip out of fear. He didn’t even raise his voice and yet, the amount of anger within it was flaring towards you.

“So….you just fly out cross country kissing other boys now? Is that what we’re doing y/n?” 

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating. 

“Hmm? Don’t want to answer? That’s probably for the best, honestly. I’m in no mood for a conversation.”

You began stuttering. 

“It’s…nothing serious. I had only just met the guy and-“

“You just met him?…and you kissed him already?” His tone was hurt yet frustrated. “I waited months and only got lucky to get you because of that idiot, Samuel, only for you to do this. You barely meet someone and kiss them? How unfair.” 

“H-Heeseung please…”

“Bet you want to talk to him, don’t you?” You couldn’t make out his features since it was pitch black in the room, but from what you could feel from his grasp on your skin, he had his fingerless leather gloves on. 

“I-I don’t…”

You feel him releasing your wrist as he digs into his pocket and takes out his phone. The light of the screen allowed you to see a bit of his face underneath his cap, his nose and mouth. His eyes remained out of sight under the bill.

“Yes you do…so here. Talk to him.”

“H-how did you get his number?….”

With the light of the screen reflecting off his face, he grins in a sinister manner, showing off teeth. With a deep growl, Ethan speaks.

“Say hi.”

“……..”

“…..hello? Who is this?”

‘Oh my God he’s safe.’

Relieved at hearing his voice, you tried to reassure him that all was well and that you were sorry, since you assumed Heeseung had confronted him…how else did he get his number?

“Andy?”

“….y/n….?”

“Andy! Andy listen….my….my ex boyfriend-“

“Ah! Say that again and I’ll fuck your mouth so hard, your brain will leak out of your ears.” Ethan snaps. His comment left you in a quiet state as the inflection of his voice shook the living fear within you. 

“……….y/n?…”

“Y-yes….?”

“Y/n……im sorry…..but let’s just not see each other anymore….let’s just stop…”

“W-what?…”

“Let’s just…..stop.”

“……….”

his tone had changed…he sounded frightened, tired, and his voice was quivering.

“Andy….where are you?”

You hear the dial tone as he hangs up. You had no way of knowing that the man sat in the massive mess within his kitchen, black and blue with a bloodied nose and lip and a couple of broken bones. A warning from the man on top of you. It was a miracle that Heeseung….or Ethan, rather, didn’t decide to kill him. 

‘I only do what is deemed necessary y/n.’

“Alrighty then. Now that you got to say goodbye to good ol’ Andy, let’s talk about us for a minute..” Ethan continues as he delicately places his phone on the end table aside from the bed. 

“Ethan….I….I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…please-“

“Shhhh….I know. I know you are baby. You didn’t mean to leave, right? You just wanted some space and see your friend, is that right?” 

You remained silent and nodded instead, begrudgingly out of fear as you tried to refrain him from snapping again. 

“Well that’s understandable….but you still scared me…you know that?” He leans his face in at a tilt, the last bit of his sentence was spoken in a soft, nearly whispering tune as he gently breaths against your lips and gives you a warm and gentle kiss. His hand remaining on your wrist while the other caresses your breast through the satin thin camisole you adorned. 

He keeps kissing you. He slightly grinds into you. He melts right into you and you couldn’t deny it even at such a fearful state….it felt too damn good. 

‘I know it does….hehehehe….enjoy it while it lasts.’

Unknowingly, you were falling right into his trap. 

Breaking the kiss slightly, he caressed your face as he whispers out.

“You miss me?” 

You nodded. Your eyes glazed with the gloss of lust and your breathing began to get heavier. 

“Yeah? “ he continues, his voice still as soft as ever, which was quite different and unusual for Ethan. 

Nudging the tip of his nose against yours, he issues small little pecks against your lips as he speaks in between. 

“How much did you miss me?” 

“……a lot.” You didn’t mean to moan out your answer, but the way he was softly pulsating his groin against your clothed center felt irresistible. 

“Yeah? I missed you too.” He engages in a long and flaming kiss, practically devouring you through the mouth as his finger tips stroke your soft cheek. 

“You want me to show you just how much I missed you….hmm?….baby?” He kisses you again. 

You caved in the moment he rubbed his fingers up your laced covered slit. 

“Yes! Ethan yes!” You gasped out. You did truly miss him, even though you were preferring to live your life without him. But it wasn’t hard to understand that Heeseung and Ethan’s touch, kisses, and affection was so thrilling to you, you understand why all his previous girlfriends begged him for just one more night, something that Jake once confided to you. 

But in his usual fashion, Heeseung always ignored them. He only had eyes, a heart, and mind just for you. Only for you, no one else.

Kissing you as he sucks on your tongue and lips, he slightly pulls away. 

“Hmm…we’ll come here baby. Let’s get you fucked nice and hard.” 

You whimper. You were succumbing to the built up euphoria within your pelvis and yet, your mind told you not to do it. You were feeling torn. The more you whimpered, the more he responded with an antagonizing tone that mimicked the pitch of your whimpering as he spoke. 

“Awww….I know baby. Come here.”

The way he reversed your pitch right back at you with his words made you yearn for more. 

He slips off your camisole, once again mimicking your whines with his own voice, he talks you through every step he took as he undressed you and himself. 

‘Mmm I know baby. Don’t worry I’m going to fill you up.

‘Come here baby…you want it badly don’t you?’

‘Oh I know…my poor girl you hadn’t been fucked in a while. I’m here to fix that for you.’ 

The moment he inserted himself in, you jolted to an arch as your hands laid spread eagle. The feeling of his cock sliding into you slowly made you even more wet. 

‘Oh my God…’

“Oooooh yeeeeeeah….good girl….nice and wet for daddy.’ 

“Mmphm….E-Ethan…!!” You gasped out a large moan as it trails off into a whine at him rotating his hips once his entire shaft nestled inside your walls. 

At that moment, he starts thrusting, and in usual Ethan fashion, he goes hard, fast, and rough. You couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as tears streamed down your face from the intense sexual sensation of getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good. Too good. Too damn good, it shouldn’t be allowed. 

‘Just wait and see babydoll….enjoy it while you can.’

The moment you came, you felt the knot returned as your breasts jolt upward from his pelting thrusts. 

“Mmmm….don’t worry we’re not done yet babydoll.” 

“I……” you couldn’t speak, his hits to your core rendered you dumb as you were at a loss for words from continuously getting fucked after reaching your orgasm, only this time, it was hard and slow. 

“You know baby…I was so scared when you went away. Why did you do it like that? Why did you have to scare me to death?” He softly whispers against your lips as he continues his slow and deep thrusts, hitting that spot that made you ooze. 

“I….I….I-“ you tried to talk. You tried to explain. Yet it was as if he knew that his dick hitting you internally made you only gasp out the moans of pleasure as you gave up in trying to reason with him. 

‘I tried to tell you…but you wouldn’t have let me go…what other choice did I have?’ 

You remarked to yourself, hoping that somehow he would understand you telepathically. 

“You know babe…since you scared me….I think I should get a little something in return…you know, as a token of your apology.” He kisses you as you whine. 

“Scaring me like that….that wasn’t nice.” He kisses you again. 

“I need to teach you some manners, don’t you agree?” He kisses you once more. 

Your brows furrowed as you tilts your head and makes you watch as he dips in and out of you with each slow thrust. 

Kissing you on your forehead, he whispers as his lips stay attached to your skin. 

“You fucking bad girl.” The last bit was growled out, before your eyes could fully widened, he snags your wrist on your strong arm, pinning it behind your back as he loops his opposite arm underneath your back and grabs it in a tight hold, pulling it at a forced bend at the elbow. His other squeezes your breasts as he leans down and ravishes them with his mouth. The moment you felt teeth, you felt as if you were being burned alive. 

“Stop! That hurts!” 

“Yup.”

“Stop!”

He deeply chuckles against the center of your chest, grazing the surface of his teeth along your skin. Feeling you tremble, he raises his face as he rests his chin on your chest plate. 

“Scared?” 

You gasped out of fear. You didn’t have to answer for him to see it as plain as day, that you were. 

“Mmm….I know…I know all about that. I was so scared baby…I thought I lost you forever.” 

Continuing his thrusts, he reaches below as his fingertips grazes your anus. 

“Stop!! What are you doing?!” 

“Getting you ready….” 

You squirm and shifted, yet he steadied your body as you were forced to succumb to his fingers penetrating you. 

“Thaaaaats it….good giiiiiiiirl….” He sucks on your neck as your body goes limp, feeling the unusual pleasure of his fingers fucking you the same time his cock was, both holes filled. 

It wasn’t until his thick and long fingers began to scissor you, you began to panic as the stretch became stingy. 

“Ethan stop! Stop! Let me go!”

“Nooooo….don’t think I will babydoll. Gotta get my fill…you bad fucking kitty.” 

Continuing with his act, you felt your body doubling up on the natural secretion of lubricant as both your holes began to leak out the fine and clear liquid. 

“Mmmkay…I think we’re ready.” He remarks as he pulls out. 

Reaching over to the side, he grabs something, obviously indicating that he had staged an item before crawling into bed with you. 

“W-what….what is that?” 

“Shhhh…”

Turning on the vibrator, he sets it to the highest setting. 

“Oh…this is going to be fun babe.” 

You tried to squirm again but the wrist lock he maintained on you behind your lower back rendered you to be at his mercy.

“D-don’t! Just don’t! Ethan!”

Not even entertaining your cries, he inserts the phallic toy inside your back hole, slowly, inch by inch, nearly the size of him. 

You whimpered and yelp out. This was too abrasive and uncomfortable for you. Yet the more he inserted, the more you felt that knot of pleasure building up, regardless that you were resisting and vocalizing your pleas for him to stop. 

“Stop! I said stop! You’re a monster! I don’t want to do this!” 

“I know…but I’m about to change your mind.”

Once the toy was fully inserted, he sticks his cock back inside your center, breaking through your slit as he begins thrusting, starting off hard and slow for the first two, then picking up the pace to a rough, hard and fast pounding as he stretches flesh. 

Feeling the vibration from the neighboring flesh against your walls, he fucks into you as he growls uncontrollably. 

“Fuck babe….God dammit…oh fuck…” he speaks through gritted teeth as his body trembles from the pleasure he felt from your wet walls and the hint of vibrational pulses. 

Your eyes roll up to the back of your head as your mouth fills up with foamed saliva that leaks out from the corner. You couldn’t think or speak, the sensation was unreal and you weren’t sure what to make of it since it was demeaning yet sensational. 

“St…..st….sssss….stop……stop…” you moaned in stutters as he fucks you, in and out. In and out. 

In…..

And out….

The vibration of the toy caused you to become overly sensitive as you started to feel a heightened pinch from your groin. 

“I…I can’t…..s….stop…..n-no…no more….”

Kissing you, he shuts you up as he pelts even faster and harder. 

Reaching orgasm, not like the ones before, you screamed at the intensity of having your g-spot hit from all angles and through double penetration. 

“Yeah…..good girl….” He stutters between his growls as he finishes inside you. 

Dropping the weight of his chest atop yourself, you felt the density of his deep breaths as he takes the toy out of you, and tosses it aside from the bed. 

You barely recover from the intensity of sexual high before you felt him lift his head and kiss your chest. 

Reaching over, he grabs another toy. 

“W-what……..what is that?!” Your eyes widened. 

You hear the rotation of beads as he sets the toy to its highest setting, much like the last one. Unlike the other toy, this one was ribbed with bumps, a coil of active beading that rotated and vibrated, the complete opposite of the smoothness with the other one. 

“I was scared too….not just him. Don’t I get an apology?”

‘Heeseung…’

“Stop! Heeseung stop!” 

“No, you stop. Fucking leaving me like that…you really thought I was going to just let you go?…..fucking y/n….that was stupid of you.” 

With his cock back inside you, he starts to inject the tip of the vibrating sexy toy inside you, lining it right atop his own length as he finds a way to double penetrate inside your center core. 

“Oh my God!!! Stop! Heeseung!!”

the overwhelming stretch caused discomforting pressure in your groin. Yet the moment the rotating beads entered you, your breath was knocked out of your chest, you gasped and coughed through the choking of your own saliva as both, the length of the silicone toy and his cock plunder deep inside you. 

“Yeah…I knew you’d like it.” He chuckles in a pleasured tone as he gulps, succumbing to the pleasure of the vibration against his cock, along with the tightness of your walls. 

Keeping the toy steady with his thumb, he pounds into you…hard. Your body jolts upwards each time you lay taking in all of his frustration as he angrily fucks into you. 

“You gonna leave me again?”

“N…..no!….n-nnno!…..” you gasp out, continuously choking on your own saliva as the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling made you forget how to breathe, swallow, and move. A whirlwind of sensations all hit you at once.

“I believe you….but just in case, let’s ruin that tight pussy so that way no man is ever going to want you. Just me. I’ll always want you. I’ll always love you. You’ll always have me, my beautiful girl.”

Fucking into you, his voice begins to transition as he merges from Heeseung to his Ethan face, or maybe he was both now…you couldn’t tell. The state you were in started to have an effect on you, to the point where you couldn’t grasp the concept of anything…just being fucked. 

The moment you couldn’t breathe, he slams his palm at the center of your chest, causing you to cry out in slight pain and breathe again, all the while your hear Ethan’s voice laugh. 

“You gotta breathe baby.”  He moans out as he continues to fuck you. 

Noticing that you kept choking out on your own saliva from having your mouth wide open for too long, not to mention the unusual pleasure that you were feeling and, to your dismay, enjoying…much as you hated to admit it, he leans his face down, and engages in a kiss. Yet instead of massaging his tongue around, you feel him slurping the contents of your mouth, lifting his face back up, you hear Heeseung’s voice this time around.

“Can’t have you choking on me….I’m mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I want you to die.” He chuckles as if he found the concept of you struggling funny…..and he probably did. He was angry, furious even…he was feeling like Hell, and you underestimated that.

He chuckles mischievously as he raves his dick inside you mercilessly. 

At the point of blacking out, your vision begins to tunnel out, while your hearing fades. 

‘Just give up….just black out…..you can’t escape this….he’s too strong…and it’s too good. So just sleep….just sleep….’

Succumbing to your own mindset of relief, you took in one last blink and were out. 

By the time you woke up, you weren’t sure how long after you passed out that the night went on. All you knew was that the pain you felt within your cervix was too great, that despite his intentions in taking you back the next day, Heeseung decided to wait and postpone the trip for another two days until the pain subsided. He described it as “generosity before personal gratification, aren’t I good to you?” You hated how he scoffed and smirked when he said those words, as if he was doing you a favor. It was then you realized, Heeseung, and even Ethan, despite his rough demeanor, had been the nicest entities you’ve ever known…yet the moment you caused them despair, they were horrific…the worst….they were both, fire and Hell.

“It’s fine. I’ll just call the venue and have them postpone the reservation.”

“…..what….reservation?….” You looked up confusingly 

“Our private wedding ceremony, silly. I figured since things didn’t work out between you and that boytoy, you might as well stay with me…forever.especially after last night, hmm?” He smirks at you, revealing a half Heeseung and half Ethan facial presence. 

With an antagonizing tone, he instigates your anger by unleashing an harsh insult.

“I think you’re better off marrying me…I don’t think anyone is going to appreciate you after last night. Ain’t that right, loosely goosey?” He bears a demeaning grin your way. 

Screaming, crying, all the while you remain stagnant, unable to move from the soreness from the rhapsody of intense pleasure and breaching of walls, you felt disgusted and regretful for having him in the first place, upon hearing what he just called you. 

“I hate you……I hate you! How could you say that to me?”  You started off in a shocked and quiet tone, yet it only rose the more you spoke. 

“How? Well let’s see…the entire time we’ve been together, I’ve showered you with nothing but praises, affectionate pet names, long full nights of pleasure….im building you a fucking house, am willing to give you the entire world and have expressed that….I’ve saved you from that stupid ex-boyfriend from beating you black and blue….and you fucking leave me like I was a stray dog. That’s fucking how y/n!! That’s how!” 

You were taken aback by his loss of composure as he yells vividly in your direction. His eyes filled with pain front being hurt, as well as rage from the anger. 

“I give you the fucking universe and you leave me! “ he continues. “So I figured, since you OBVIOUSLY didn’t like my behavior towards you from before, might as well change it up. I guess that’s where the term ‘girls only like assholes’ came from. Hmm? Wouldn’t you agree?”

You were at a loss for words. 

“BUT……I’ll be more than willing to go back to being Mr. Nice-guy….as long as you behave and learned your lesson?”

You bit your lip and winced the tears from streaming down, nodding your head. 

“Good. I’m still pissed, so I’ll going to step outside and when I come back in, we’ll have a fresh start. Deal?” 

You nodded hesitantly.

…………….

Four months have passed, and he didn’t over-exaggerate his intent for a fresh start. It was so nice of him to forget about your selfish mistake, and not bring it up. It was so nice of him to marry you, even though you hurt him badly. It was so good of him to bring you to Korea, introduce you to his welcoming and loving family, throw you a lavish wedding, and move you into that big beautiful house he had custom built for you. It was so nice of him to bring you with him when he went to work, so you wouldn’t be lonely or bored. 

It was so nice of him…

Stepping out of the sound booth, you go upstairs at the company’s private cafe, having access to all the amenities since you were a part of the family that owned it. 

Grabbing a piece of fruit and a water, two trainees approach you. One of them, speaking English, begins to converse with you. 

“Oh, are you foreigner? We just wanted to tell you how pretty you are. Also, are you pregnant?” 

You nod. 

“Aww! How nice. Is the daddy Korean?”

“…..yes, the daddy is Korean.”

‘Both of them are….’

Authors note: I will have a smau from a different request posted later tonight :) hope y’all enjoyed this.

#heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader #heeseung fanfic #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung

[sweatandwoe]

38 with Silco, please ?

HEHEHEHEH Yeah sure anon

MDNI - From Smut Prompt List

Tags: Silco x GN!Reader, Modern AU, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Mentions of other sexual acts (Blowjobs, Dacryphilia, Anal), Silco thinking about Reader's ass, Dom/Sub themes,"text like this is reader speaking", whelp this turned out longer (like 1kish words I think)

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“Touch yourself for me.”

His lips curl at the fake gasp you give in response. "Silco!" The false outrage continues, but he can practically taste your smile, clear with the slight laughter you're attempting to hide. "I believe proper courtesy would have you ask what I'm wearing first."

The Eye of Zaun hums. "You're right, Darling. I apologize." The corners of his lips twitch upwards. "What are you wearing, love?"

"Nothing. I knew you were calling. No point in putting anything on."

Gods, he was missing you terribly, it hits him suddenly with the image of you naked in bed. The second this business trip ended, he planned to hold you for a long while and not let go. Keeping you locked in his embrace until work or Jinx or Sevika separated the two of you.

You fill the silence that he had grown into, lost to his thoughts. "What are you wearing?"

He blinks, before glancing down at himself. "A suit."

"Your birthday suit I'm hoping."

Another hum and he hooks the index and middle finger of his free hand into his tie. Tugging it loose and then unbuttoning the first few top buttons to loosen the hold there. "Unfortunately, a business one. The black one."

"Oh, that's one of my favorites." He can hear the shuffling, the slight movement of your skin against the sheets. "I've thought about that one a lot."

Now he shuffles against the sheets, resting his head on a pillow. He's still fully clothed besides his shoes and tie. "And what thoughts have you had, sweetheart?"

"Dirty ones, honey."

"How dirty?"

There's a laugh, one that makes his heart yearn for home. "Absolutely filthy."

He moves one hand against his thigh, dragging his fingers up it. It's familiar to how you'd touch him, right before touching him directly and it sends the proper reaction, a slight tremble in his spine. "Care to indulge a lonely old man in that filth?"

"Depends. Is he also a filthy, lonely old man?"

"Far more sullied than you are."

Now you hum, while he lets the curve of his thumb rest against one of the buttons of his pants. "I suppose I could say a little bit about it." There's a shuffle, and then a slight echo. "Need both hands if I'm going to tell you properly."

"I don't know if a filthy old man would like it proper. Maybe he just wants to be dirty."

"Shush. I'm talking now." He can hear your sigh, and he's flicking open the buttons to free his cock right after the noise registers. "I love the thought of sucking you off while you're wearing that suit. Just opening up the buttons and then feeling your fingers on my head before I can taste your cock in my mouth."

He spits in his hand, then once more before sliding it against his cock. Starting to move slowly up and down. "Keep going, sweetheart. What else do you imagine?"

He can hear you swallow with the slightest tremble starting in your voice. "I imagine you fucking my mouth." His hand tightens around his dick, creating a nice smooth channel for him to fuck into. "Just enough to get it wet. M-Maybe I cry a little too."

"Is that what you want?" He pauses in his movements to spit directly on his cock this time, moving his hand once more. "For me to make you cry?"

"Yes." It's a breathy little moan you give, that has him fucking into his hand. Because he's heard that moan before, been the cause of it. There's a gasp before you continue on. "Imagine I get your cock just wet enough before you have me suck on your fingers-"

"So I can prep you?"

"Gods, yes. Please Silco." There's a pause, a swallow from you again before you confess. "I want you to fuck my ass."

He thinks about the curve of your backside, the bare ass he's seen many times before. He remembers how he has smacked it with his hands until the skin had grown hot. It wouldn't have been the first time he fucked, but the first time he would've done it with only prep from your own mouth.

His hand movement quickens, while you continue to speak. "Want you to fuck my ass like that. Raw. I want it to be sore the next day, so I can feel you. So I can have that reminder all day that I'm yours."

"You're always mine." It's a hiss, while he imagines fucking you. Bending you over some piece of furniture, and shoving his tongue inside of you before his fingers. "I'll never let you forget it, s-sweetheart. I'll make you cry each time, bruise you, mark you. Leave you sore. Wait till I'm home and I will make you remember every day that you're mine."

There's a moan of his name on the other line now, and he can hear the wet noise of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of - Silco groans, a loud moan of your name spilling out before he's coating his hand.

You follow him, tumbling after him with a shaky whimper of his name, with a mantra of moans following it.

It's quiet for a few minutes, while you both regain your bearings. Silco fills the silence now. "Make sure to shower, sweetheart. Drink water too."

"I will. Please make sure to eat something."

"I will." There's a small pause, where he glances at the door before he adds n in a softer tone. "I love you."

There's a laugh, with so much warmth, Silco can feel it spreading. "I love you too. Hurry home."

He smiles at the ceiling now. "As fast as I can darling."

"Goodnight, Silco."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

#mdni #silco x reader #silco #arcane

[romaritimeharbor]

Ngl it's a bit sad when you put effort on something you really wanted to do, planning everything just for it to not go as well as it went in your head. It's one of the saddest things about writing fanfic in my opinion, everything's just so unpredictable TT

But I was hit with the truth brick on the head and well, I discovered that I should be satisfied with what I wrote before anything. Idk if it makes sense but it's just that thing of "write for yourself, the work you would love to read". And that helped a lot because numbers will exist at the end of the day but like...

Just imagine 50 people in front of you reading word by word, getting interested and even starting to think about future possibilities of your work. Numbers will be numbers at the end of the day, but it turns into something else when you start to see them as individuals.

Also, how have you been? I know I don't send as many asks as I did before, but I'm still here!! :'D

(Might go off anon some of these days... I guess I went on anon for too much time haha. And from my experiences sending asks to you over most of 2023, I can say you're my favorite writer ever like ever. Your blog was what motivated and made me lose the fear of writing stuff, so I'm really grateful and kind of owe a lot to you jahsjws. Please take care of yourself!! Also, I've seen you have taken a SAT but I couldn't send a "good luck" ask so... I hope you succeed in whatever career you choose <33)

- 🦢 anon <3

it is. fanfiction is, unfortunately, quite unpredictable and most posts seem to get very few notes (let alone actual engagement), but i also think that's why it's important to have friends within the ff community <3 friends mitigate the negative effects of having no friendly engagement from strangers!!!!!!!!

there is a lot of value in thinking that way!! but i also think we shouldn't be shamed into not acknowledging the fact that sometimes you don't want to read your own work. that's why i'm so sad that the platonic fanfic community is so small. i don't always want to read my work, yknow? i already know what happens in my work. part of the fun of reading is not knowing what will happen!

i personally find it hard to see likes alone as individuals 💔 i thrive on connection with people, like you guys (my lovely anons and friends)!!!!! i love connection!!!!! but there is none with likes. to me, anyway. ultimately people either will or won't engage with my work, and i don't really care that much anymore. it's a minor annoyance more than a genuine frustration. moral injury started because of a request from 🐱 anon, so as long as they're happy, i don't think i mind such little engagement hehe <33 /gen

(STOPPPP YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY AWW you're literally so sweet 🦢 anon... you've been here for so long now, longer than most emoji anons. hell, longer than most of my mutuals, too, i think. i would love to be your moot!!!! but there is never any pressure to reveal yourself, of course. do it whenever you feel ready!! i will, and i hope you will also take care of yourself 🫶🫶 AND THANK YOUUU)

#✧— aphe's letters from 🦢 anon. #i thrive on connection but i don't need it as much as i used to because i have my little established community here 🫶🫶🫶 #i get plenty of that from you guys!!!!!! #maybe i'll join new networks soon.... #oh!! and maybe discord servers? #idk i'm still shy to do those things 🥺

[elvisabutler]

CONSIDER. little dove/aus talking about their exes and trying not to feel jealous and protective

you used my own consider against me anon. i feel flattered. this did not go nearly as blurby as i wanted it to, so TRUTHFULLY if you want i'll write a whole second thing about it. especially since like i said, you used my consider on me. i loved it, honest to god. okay so, preface this with the following things. i have the idea that papi is andy garcia. any of the other exes i'm of the belief that you can pick your poison, i have an actual list of the rest based on the names i have them for titles, but everyone's tastes are different. now i will say my second choice, my "younger" choice was oscar isaac, however. so if you want, that's also a thing. tw: age difference ( i've added decades to the daddies ), jealousy, armie hammer, the usual daddy kink shit. also! i enjoy andy garcia IMMENSELY so trust me turning him into what happens was not necessarily intended it just happened mostly blame @satninbeaulieu .

if i knew then what i know now

consider that austin had dated vanessa hudgens for nine years. a period of time that honestly would put them dangerously close to being married by common law in a number of places. this terrifies you when you're in austin's arms eighty percent of the time. you've been left behind before and while your relationships have been short you know that being with someone that long? that usually means you're in it for the long haul no matter what. so you feel jealous of how she's gone through so much of his life already with him. yeah, you couldn't have been there but it doesn't stop you from wishing that you were able to meet him just a little bit sooner because he loved her so much and to hear all about what they went through sends a stake through your heart.

but you didn't meet him earlier so you were stuck with this overwhelming jealousy for someone you like as an actress. it's depressing when you dwell on it, especially since you know that you can't meet her any time soon because you don't get over almost ten years of a relationship and you dating him? yeah, you can kiss your chances of acting with her for a while. but still, you see his face when he talks about her, sees how he feels like despite the fact that it was mutual that maybe he wishes they hadn’t broken it off, that he feels as if he lost her because of a role she wanted him to do. It’s moments like those, whispered words asking you not to leave him that you swear you’d like to give vanessa a piece of your mind because he spent all of his twenties almost with her only to end up hurt at the end of it. no, that wasn’t fair. that was the exact opposite of fair and the exact opposite of what austin deserved. you shouldn’t be this protective over him but you know it hurt him just like it hurt her, but she’s not your girlfriend and he’s your boyfriend, your daddy. you know who you’d pick in a heartbeat.

consider. austin is not a jealous person by nature, he's not. call it the california surfer dude in him, call it being the child of divorced parents, call it being raised by his mom to be okay with things like that. the point is, he doesn't get jealous he knows how to take care of his partner and they'll always come home with him. you especially because the pair of you are so intertwined. he is, however, forever jealous of papi. papi who you call like clockwork every two weeks because "austin, daddy, i might love you, but i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for andrés, my papi." and it takes him until hearing him on a facetime call to realize you meant andy garcia. which in the exact person he would like to argue he cannot and will never be able to compete against because for one he is a tall lanky white boy but also because it's andy garcia, who competes with that man. no one. 

in the future when they run into each other while you're broken up and it's bad because he- he's always had an idea of how you are with him, that he makes you smile and that it's fine. sure you've had a panic attack or two post the phone calls but he always wrote that off as something else. You wrote them off as something else, even. But when he meets him it makes so much more sense. 

“how do you like the girl I made, mr. butler?” he says, a smile on his face for the cameras. 

“don’t flatter yourself, man, you can’t make a person in two months. She existed before you.” austin rolls his eyes with a huff. 

“not as the needy- what does she say you call her- little dove you have. that is several years and two months of work. she called me today, has she called you?”

you curse austin out for what he says to papi and half curse out papi that night. 

but that's not right now. while you're together he can't help but feel jealous and how he makes you laugh and how he swears you tell him everything. he's not your papi any more but you wouldn't know it. it's what makes him see green when you talk to him. he has to always remove himself from the picture. but at least he likes him, at least he doesn't inspire the rush of protective feelings the rest of them do. at least not yet.

there's armie hammer who if austin ever runs into he will deck in the face and call papi or to help him, because he might be jealous of the man and think he messed you up by getting involved with you like he did- he at least still cares for you, he thinks. there's a mark or two on your body you don't talk about but he recognizes them for what they were. marks that should have healed but didn't because you had an alleged cannibal idiot for a dom. not even a daddy. just a simple dom. austin growls any time he thinks of him and while he would never really wish ill will on anyone- he does on armie. he's glad that the man's career is probably over.

there's sir who is a child in austin's eyes even if he's closer to your age and should be better for you. and it's funny because that boy shouldn't have been near you because he couldn't- he broke something in you. he left you and you don't talk about it. you liked him a lot, he just didn't like you as much as he liked other girls. shame, because you might have been more understanding if he had just told you. austin could be jealous of how sir gallivanted around sticking his dick into everything but he's not. he's more mad that he had you at work or at home while doing it. what a waste.

consider père. the reason truthfully you ask austin to move to cannes in the future. "you'll be better off here. they'll like you." he is- he is too fresh for austin to know how to feel about him. truth be told you still don't know yourself. it was a whirlwind and you find his wife to be gorgeous and she's only a little older than you. austin finds him to be- well he thinks that père believes you a lolita in his life. a muse or something that yes- he has thought about you too, but he's seen how needy you were after him. he's seen that he needs to shield you from falling under whispered french again. hell, it's half the reason he learns it and you increase your fluency in it during the lockdown. he calls you on occasion, but you never call him, a fact that does set austin on edge when you excuse yourself to take a call for five minutes when he sees bête pop up on your phone.

after cannes he realizes he shouldn't have been jealous or worried about him. "i feel like i need to be jealous of you." "don't be, you're much prettier and younger. and american."

#this is why i reblogged that. #oop #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #i would add all the other tags but i'm mildly shy about this one. so just the default. #i'm real sorry anon. i can feel it in my bones this is so not what you were asking for but it's what my brain did. #I WILL SAY. i've got like 3 jealousy fics getting worked on so that's a thing. #no gif this time i don't think. i couldn't pick one i liked tbh. #idk. no witty tags today. #ally writes

[salamandergoo]

Hello again! It's been a few weeks I hope it's okay to send another stoncy thought: pre stoncy Steve walks in on Nancy and Jon making out when they are hiding away during a get together. He stares for a moment then excuses himself. Nance and Jon are pretty happy afterwards after seeing the look on Steve's face. They both have talked about liking Steve. How much they love his sweet heart, hope they can make him happy as much as they know he will make them. Maybe sometimes Nancy tells Jon about a special move Steve does when he kisses, or when things get steamy. They do that sometimes, bring up little things they hope he would do with them, to them. Let them do to him. Feel a little guilty about it, but don't take it too far. They excitedly notice that Steve looked a bit flustered, in a good way, when he left. Its a step closer to actually getting up the nerve to actually asking him out and they go back to kissing with a little more oomph.

!!!! ANON YOU CAME BACK!!! Hiiiii omg :)

Listen, interrupted sex is a big fave trope of mine. Jonathan and Nancy probably don’t get much time alone at home. Jonathan does NOT want his mom to walk in on them and there’s no way Nancy is going to risk any of her family overhearing. So they tend to be pretty regulated to the occasional afternoon when Will is at the Wheeler’s and in a car by the quarry.

Maybe they like a little bit of thrill when it’s at Steve’s, hanging out with the others and slipping away to the bathroom. Their mutual crush on Steve is something they don’t talk about much, but it’s a shared understanding. They both stared during his summer at Scoops after all. Making eye contact after staring at his ass in those shorts was a humbling experience for both of them.

It’s a movie night, Vecna is dead and gone, and Jonathan has had half a joint. He’s loosened up and Nancy’s had half a bottle of wine, both of them giggling at whatever nonsense movie is playing, something very low budget that Robin found in the bottom of the returns bin. While Eddie and Argyle are bickering over something, Robin and Steve captivated by the conversation, they slip away to the spare bedroom together.

Nancy’s got her arms around Jonathan’s shoulders to keep him hunched down to meet her lips and he’s got one hand up her shirt, the other slipping past the waistband of her skirt. She’s letting out little huffs of air as his fingers brush over her panties, the fabric damp at his touch. She’s burying a hand in his hair, not pulling, just holding it the way he likes. The kiss is wet and sloppy and he’s licking up against her tongue.

They almost miss the door opening, but Nancy’s breath catches and Jonathan turns and freezes when he makes eye contact with Steve. His hand is still between Nancy’s legs and he just slowly moves it. Steve turns a real pretty shade of pink and they don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to take in the way they’re positioned. Then he blurts an apology and runs out.

“Shit he’s cute.” Jonathan doesn’t even realize he’s saying it until it’s out of his mouth and Nancy starts giggling so hard she can’t stop. He just groans and slumps down until his face is pressed against her neck and her hand is still in his hair, starting to play with it.

“He is. Really cute. …kind of wish he would’ve stayed instead of running off.” She can feel the way his breath catches against her skin, the soft puff of air when he remembers how to breathe again.

They take a moment to cool off and calm down before going back to join the others, but it’s a pretty obvious turning point for them. One night, while at the quarry in Argyle’s van, borrowed for their date, Jonathan is laid on his stomach between Nancy’s legs, pressing kisses to her thighs and looking up at her. “How would he do it?” He doesn’t need to say Steve’s name.

“Well, there was this one thing that always made me really wet… he’d kind of twist his fingers while licking and then…” She trails off and he can tell she’s thinking about it.

Part of Jonathan wants to be competitive. If he knows all of Steve’s little tricks, maybe he can be better than him. It’s not because he’s going to think about Steve going down on Nancy, definitely not. And when he twists and curls his fingers to make her cum, he’s not going to think about Steve!!! (Yes he is 🤫)

On a Saturday where he’s miraculously got the house to himself and Nancy in his lap, he brings up Steve again. “Tell me about him?” He mouths at her neck to feel her sigh, shudders as her nails drag over his scalp.

“He’s big. And thick. He always had to finger me to get me ready, always made sure I was practically dripping for him first.” She grinds against him and presses her lips to his forehead. “His moans are so nice, he’s got these little gasps and it’s like he can’t help but make noise. It’s like he has to make them. He always liked holding me. Holding my hand or hugging my waist. Being pressed in as close as he can. And he’s so warm, he’s like a furnace.”

Jonathan can imagine. He wants to imagine himself in Nancy’s place, even though he’s never taken more than his own fingers (or on one or a few occasions, a few of Nancy’s). He can imagine being stretched open and begging for it, can imagine the vibration of Steve’s moans against his shoulder, strong arms around his waist.

If he finishes faster than usual, Nancy doesn’t say anything about it.

It’s not a thing for them to talk about Steve after that, but he comes up in conversation. Sometimes one of them will gasp his name. But they don’t do anything about it aside from letting their kisses deepen a little more when he’s around until they can feel him looking. Sometimes Nancy lets her skirt ride up her thighs when she sits next to him and Jonathan puts a hand real low on Steve’s back when he passes him.

And maybe on the next movie night, they won’t break apart if he walks in on them real deep in a makeout.

#stoncy #answered asks #Hi anon hiiiii #you could throw one of these a day at me and I’d be amped to see them!!!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Can I please request headcanons or a scenario (whichever you're comfortable with) for Usopp having a mutual hand job with a male s/o? (Just something soft and slow and tender, if that helps any and/or isn't too specific.) Thank you! -🐠

Hi 🐠 anon, thanks for sending in the request, I’ve never written for Usopp before and I’ve only written one other male x male thing *glances over at it and cringes* too much too soon. I hope this turns out a bit better, enoy. 

Warnings: male x male relationship, light smut, NSFW, masturbation, tooth rotting lovey-dovey relationship.

Sitting in your boyfriend’s workshop, you and Usopp were allowed a certain amount of privacy, especially with the door locked. No one really questioned it, it was Usopp’s workshop, they figured he wanted his space and privacy to work on his stuff and you were his boyfriend, it made sense for the two of you to spend time together. While usually you just watched the young man work, simply enjoying spending time with the boy, reading or working on your own thing while he worked, you were craving his touch today. It had started out as just snuggling up with him, arms wrapped around his muscular abdomen, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he worked. Currently, you were kneeling between his legs, mouth pressed against his as you made out, one arm keeping you propped up, the other cupping his cheek, the boy half laying back, propped up on his elbows as your tongue explored his mouth. You couldn’t help the light moan that left your lips as your hips ground against his. A breathy gasp escaped his lips, swallowed by your own as you stayed lip locked with him. You needed to feel his skin against yours, his lips touching your own, you needed to hold him, but you also wanted him.

“Babe,” you chuckled for a moment, “my God, I want to… play a little.” you said, adding the new wanted poster title to your list of nicknames for the boy. Usopp couldn’t help but blush slightly, you’d always told him how wonderful and amazing he was, always praised him, but this new nickname made him more flustered than most of the others. 

“W-well we could always go on deck and-” you pressed your lips against his again, cutting him off.

“Not the kind of play I meant, my brave warrior.” you said softly once you pulled away. Usopp blushed brighter red, both from your other nickname for him and the insinuation. It wasn’t like you hadn’t fooled around a little or anything, but it still flustered him.

“W-well I mean, i-isn’t this a bad place for that? Th-there’s no bed or anything.” he protested, trying to calm himself down.

“We won’t need one for this, I just want to touch you, nothing too serious, just the usual.” you muttered, stroking his hardening cock through his pants, making him groan. 

“Y-yeah, alright, but this time… can I touch you as well?” Usopp asked, running his own fingers over your hard length, drawing a pleasured hiss from you.

“I’d really like that.” you whispered before pulling him in for another kiss. The two of you quickly removed your pants and boxers, sitting in front of each other, legs intertwined. One arm wrapped around your lover, pulling him closer to you as you leaned against a wall, taking his cock in our other hand, making him whimper. Your touch always made him weak, always made him tremble as a shaking hand took your cock, making you moan. You kept him pulled close as you began to stroke his thick length up and down, his own hand mimicking your movements as moans began to tumble from both of your lips. 

“Ah, Y-Y/n, that feels r-really good.” Usopp moaned, his hand moving faster up and down your cock. You’d never done this with him before, it was usually one of you pleasuring the other and then often switching, but there was something about this that Usopp liked better. Stroking your cock while you stroked his, being able to feel your length in his hands yet distracted by what you were doing to him.

“Look at me, my love.” you panted, drawing his attention. You pulled him closer, your forehead resting against his as he opened his eyes, fighting against the urge to close them again and moan, “You’re so amazing. I want you to, ahh, know how much I, ngh, l-love you.” you moaned, staring into his dark eyes. 

“I-I love you too, Y/n.” Usopp whimpered, eyes momentarily closing before staring back into yours once more, “I wouldn’t b-be here if it w-wasn’t for you. You m-make me brave.” Usopp moaned, moving his head from resting against yours to resting against your shoulder. You could tell from the way he twitched in your hand that he was close.

“Let go, my darling.” you whispered, arm still wrapped around him, holding him close as he came, one hand still stroking your cock, the other gripping your shoulder as if hanging on for dear life as he came. The feeling of his cum painting your stomach pushed you over the edge, returning the favor as you tilted your head back, unable to stop the moan that left your lips. The two of you sat there for a moment, simply catching your breath and enjoying being so lovingly intimate with each other. Another few minutes passed before Usopp grabbed a spare cloth to clean you both up, once again blushing as you ran the cloth over his muscular abdomen, muttering praises of ‘my god’ and ‘my brave warrior of the sea’. While some might see him as a coward, a liar, or weak, you saw how amazing he was and insisted on reminding him how special he was. Not that he didn’t return the favor, but you loved him and wanted him to understand how special he was and how much he meant to you. He was your brave warrior.

[myaoiboy]

heyy sorry dunno if ur ok with ppl asking for advice, but ive been on the twitter mgs fandom for a little while (mostly as a watcher rather than participating other than liking, rting and occasionally commenting or posting some art) and after a while i realized (a bit too late) that quite a few people that i interacted with are aggressively anti and i dont know how to pull away from them now.

Some were mutuals, i stopped following most of them but they still follow me and im not sure if i should just ignore it or whatever. My main account is very clean when it comes to pro/anti discussion and NSFW in general, altho i do like/rt/discuss a lot of anime art and media that has some questionable content in it (like the monogatari series for example)

Anyway, im just a bit scared they might see these "cracks" and it gets to a point of agression/exclusion/doxxing etc and im a bit terrified of that. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could i ask you what you experience with the mgs fandom is like on twitter? Have you ever been in a similar situation?

It's totally cool to ask for advice! I'm not sure how much help I'll be though.

I have a twitter that's mostly MGS-focused, but I've been building up defenses against the anti movement for a long time before that. I used to be mutuals with someone who was a really notorious asshole twitter anti, actually. I broke that when they started publicly slandering me, but before they could actually dox me, and they still followed me on side accounts for a couple years after that. I got very careful about vetting who I regularly interact with after that.

I got lucky dropping into MGS fandom, I've found a bunch of people who enjoy freaky stuff as much as I do. But I also had one of those friends get doxxed a while back over ship discourse that was spun as something much worse.

Personally, if I see a callout post and it looks fishy (only includes accusations of fic or art, etc), I will a lot of times block everyone that's retweeted or liked it. It's made me sad a couple of times to break mutuals, but I know I'm saving myself the pain later of potentially seeing them fall for it with me. This, when my friend got doxxed, ended up causing me to block like half of the twitter MGS fandom ngl.

Honestly, my secret to not accidentally making full on anti friends is that when I get into a new fandom, I look up their discourse and who antis say shouldn't be shipped together. Then I look and see who makes art/fic of those ships. If I don't like those ships specifically, I find people who ship both that and whatever I like. Usually I end up liking one or more of them anyways (solimiller...). Or I'll go through that fandom's fics with warnings on them and check out those authors' other works.

That's how I keep accidentally meeting a lot of people in fandom, it turns out. I read a fic, I look at the author's other works or their profile, it has a social media handle, or a discord link, or whatever else, next thing I know I'm talking to them and 5 more people they recommended about whatever freaky kink I found of theirs.

I do actually have a (mostly nsfw) discord link that I would share here, but given some of the weird interactions I've gotten tonight I'm gonna wait a couple days before I post it publicly. It's fandom neutral technically but a lot of us like our war boys (mgs/cod mostly). But uhhh if anybody sees this and wants in feel free to dm me/send an off-anon ask and I'll slip ya a link real quiet.

I warn people some of the heavier content that I regularly post as well, even though I don't explicitly use any discourse labels, but honestly the biggest thing is just pulling your interactions like weeds. People on the internet are, mostly, strangers. You don't like someone's vibes? You can block 'em. You see them being a dick to someone else and don't wanna risk them doing the same to you ? Definitely block. Someone makes posts you don't like and it keeps filling up the tags you frequent? You can block that!

[swashbucklery]

"ao3 is a rare gem in this social media dystopian hellscape" lmao when it the last time you've been outside? go read a real book

Hi there anon! I assume you’re joining me because you’re trolling the notes of the pro-ao3 post I just reblogged, looking for people to harass. Thanks for coming out.

The AO3 is a fantastic, Hugo award winning space built by fans, with the specific goal of providing a nonprofit space to archive fanworks. It has a history within fandom that is important and meaningful and protects fanwork creators, specifically authors, in a unique way. Its parent organization, the OTW, also does fantastic work in preserving and archiving fanworks and preserving and archiving fanworks is something worth doing.

It is also a big deal as the AO3 is not monetized. Their platform runs on donations, instead of using clicks to sell ad revenue. This means that creators’ work is not being exploited for profit, and that creators’ work is their own while the archive hosts it. In the current internet climate, that’s very rarely the case - most social media sites that don’t cost money run on a platform of marketing content for ad revenue in order to generate product, which means that their business model is based off of profiting from the unpaid labour of their user base.

Look, anon. I don’t know how old you are, but I’ve been in fandom and writing fic for nearly 25 years and I’ve seen platforms rise and fall more than once. The AO3 is based on work done by fans who have a similar kind of institutional, historical knowledge about how fandom as an entity has grown and transformed. These fans have learned where the gaps in the system are and have built something beautiful to fix it. The archive is a testatement to thousands of volunteer hours and love and attention to detail and hard work and it‘s an example of what fans can do when they come together instead of getting bogged down in shitty trolling. It fits into a niche that nothing else does, it’s usable and organized and accessible and there is nothing else like it. It is a gem.

I see that you’re currently in a place where you really just want to attack other people, anon, so we’re probably not going to have a productive discussion about this. But I would encourage you to take a step back and stop focusing on being angry and using that anger to destroy things without thinking about what you’re doing.

If you and your buds trolling the archive are doing so because you don’t like the way that AO3 runs things, you’re welcome to migrate your content to another archive or start an archive of your own that markets to the content you prefer! But you don’t have to tear down a space that’s serving other fans well in order to do it. The internet is a big place.

In conclusion, anon, thanks for the feedback. Go fuck yourself.

#turning off anons for a little bit but mutuals you can still send asks #guys it is a tuesday morning #there is a pandemic on #can we chill on ruining stuff #i was going to post fic this weekend and i'd love it if the archive still worked by then #night of the living anons #ao3 appreciation tag #big data dystopia tag #emotional support hellsite tag #Anonymous

[froggy-frogz]

Could u do headcannons with jinx,Vi and Caitlyn where the reader says something hurtful to them in the heat of an argument :)

( also sorry to hear u got covid )

A/N: I'm feeling a lot better, though doing nothing all day is killing me lmao- I did start learning the ukulele today though! We'll see how that goes:,) my fingers are already t i r e d. Anyway, hope you enjoy anon hjafsdj I'm a bit tired so I hope this is good!

Jinx

Quite possibly the last person out of the three to say something harsh too in an argument, because though Jinx acts tough, and for the most part she is, some of that is just a fade, a mask, etc, and that can all fall apart if someone close to her says something about her or her past.

It was another silly argument, something that didn't even really matter but you two had gotten to the part where you two were angrily tossing around insults, ones that you two didn't even believe when you fucked up majorly.

You'd spit the fateful words; "Y'know, mayb your sister was right."

You didn't have to say anything else, but those few words were enough for the argument to stop, and for her to just, freeze.

As soon as you'd send them, you'd knew the damage was done, but before you could even start an apology, Jinx was gone.

You didn't bother going after her, you figured it would only upset her more.

You waited for her, for a while, just sitting in her hideout. It would take hours before she came back.

She might be gone for a day or two.

When she does get back, you apologize. Again and again.

You didn't mean it, you were just mad, and you knew Jinx somewhat knew that, but you did still say it.

There ends up being damage done, and you do owe her because, for the next little bit, you have to work to build back some of the trust you had broken.

Vi

There wasn't much that you could say or do that would piss Vi off. Hell, most of you two's arguments weren't really arguments, just someone would do something that the other didn't like, and then either someone would snap or just get ignored.

Though it was almost getting killed that you two had a huge argument. She was upset with you for risking your life and you were mad because you were fine, just a couple of bruises and a fracture, so why was she upset.

"Why do you care so much? I'm not dead-"

You knew of Vi's past, but you didn't know that asking "Why do you care so much" would get her going. You weren't wrong. You weren't dead. Not even close.

She doesn't leave, but you can tell that she's hurt. If not from your words, but from the entire ordeal as a whole.

Vi won't cry, but she'll get quiet, quiet enough that it flags in your head that something is wrong.

"Vi, I'm sorry." You'd sigh, "I won't pull anything like that again."

She won't respond to that, but only when you try to get close to her, only then will she grab you, and squeeze the shit out of you.

"You fucking better not."

Safe to say that you're going to be stuck to her side when you're recovering, and for a bit afterward.

Caitlyn

Like Vi, you two don't get into too many arguments, it's like a mutual understanding. Don't do stupid shit, and no one will get upset.

Though, when she does try to go solve a case by herself, and you find out? That shit ends up starting an argument.

Caitlyn argues that she can handle it, while you argue that she needs help, even if she doesn't think so, because you don't want to lose her.

This is where it gets sour, as she accuses you of siding with her parents, and you hit her right back with the, "Well? Maybe they're right."

She's wounded. You're supposed to side with her. Not them.

Instead of running off, or staying quiet, she's going to turn and leave the room, and for the next day, give you the cold shoulder.

Sadly nothing you say to her will help your case.

It's only when she comes to you, and tells you that she can handle it. She's done it before, and she's fine.

You two are going to have a long talk because while you have your concerns, they aren't going to stop her.

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #x reader #x gn reader

[im-constantly-fangirling-backup]

Here Comes the Cavalry

REPOST BECAUSE TUMBLR HATES ME

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

Word Count: ~2.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I had a really fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Charlie's 10th birthday finds itself the center of a showdown between Thomas and his ex-wife over the new woman in his life.

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Being a friend of the Shelby's- didn’t matter how close or distant- was like walking around with a target on your back. But you didn’t mind. As much violence and chaos that the family attracts, and as much as they try to have power over each other, there was a mutual love and respect between every Shelby that you hadn’t seen anywhere else. For example, when Polly found out Tommy had hidden crucial information, she was pissed; but also proud. It was a bit concerning, if you were going to be honest. Even Grace was kept in the loop after the divorce. Once a Shelby, always a Shelby, you supposed. Grace wasn’t involved in the family business at all, but she and the family met occasionally. Although, as time passed on, it was mostly so Charlie could spend time with his father. Grace was now remarried and her visits were far and in between. She drifted apart from all the Shelbys- not that they minded, as her betrayal was still in their minds all those years later. Thomas started to move on from her as well, now very much used to Grace not being a part of his day-to-day life. Today was the day that Grace and Charlie were making a rare visit to the Arrow House for his 10th birthday. Thomas postponed all of his meetings for the entire week to make time for his son, an action that made you smile when you heard Tom tell his clients of his absence. And they call him heartless, you had laughed to yourself. “Ada! How are you doing!” you said, hugging your best friend before walking into the Arrow House. You took off your coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. “Oh I’m doing great sweetheart,” she said. “Auntie Y/NNNNNN!” you heard a little boy’s voice yell from the stairs. The pitter-patter of their feet running across the wooden floor echoed through the large room and made you chuckle. “Hello, Karl!” you kneeled on your knees and opened your arms for Karl, who ran into them and almost made you topple over. “Someone’s excited to see me!” You squeezed him lightly, resting your cheek on his head. You pulled away from him and reached into your purse, grabbing a chocolate bar that you had bought for Karl. “I got you something!” Karl smiled, his cute crooked teeth on display. “Thank you!” He grabbed the bar from your hand and started unwrapping it, running away from you and towards the living room. “Uncle Arthur, look what Auntie Y/N gave me!” he yelled. “What did I say about the chocolate?” Ada chided you. You laughed. “I couldn’t help it Ada,” you defended yourself. “He’s too adorable to not spoil.” In the background, you heard Karl laugh loudly. “You can’t have any Uncle Arthur, it’s for me!” You chuckled and shook your head, looking down at the floor in mock exasperation. The Arrow House would be nothing without the echoes of Karl’s screams bouncing around the walls from time to time. Even Thomas seemed to brighten up a bit more whenever Karl and Ada visited. You supposed it was because his nephew reminded him of his own son that he barely got to see. At the thought of Charlie, you looked up to Ada. “When are Charlie and Grace showing up?” Ada shrugged. “They should be here in a couple of minutes. Why don’t we head to the living room? Tommy bought a shit ton of food for Charlie so we might be able to steal a bit.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ You and Ada made your way into the living room and smiled at the exquisite birthday decorations. There were balloons of every color bunched up every couple of feet around the room, a large birthday banner hanging proud and true on the wall across from the fireplace. “Hello, Y/N. Ada,” Tom said from where he sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. You smiled at him. “Thomas.” Tom smirked slightly- which was a fucking bright-ass grin when it came to Thomas. “We’ve been over the ‘Thomas’ shit, Y/n/n,” he said, quirking his brow. You chuckled. “We have,” you said. “Tom. ‘S just fun to be all fucking formal.” Tom pat the spot on the couch next to him while Ada left your side, sensing that you two wanted some

time alone. You walked over to Tom and sat next to him. “You excited?” Thomas nodded, his blue eyes brightening slightly. “I hardly get to see Charles anymore. You bet your ass I’m spoiling me boy when he’s here,” he joked. You laughed. “I’m sure Charlie’s going to like all of this,” you gestured to the decorations around you. “Oh! Before I forget! Where should I put this?” You reached into your purse and pulled out a folded mancala board that Charlie had begged you for the last time he visited. Thomas smiled and took the board from you, leaning down and sliding it under the couch. “We’re going to open presents after cake, so just remember to pick it back up.” From there, you and Thomas began to talk about the family business. Unlike with Grace, Thomas found himself consulting you on many decisions that he made. You weren’t directly involved but your advice was greatly appreciated by the family. Especially since Thomas wanted to get into politics- a field that you knew well because your father ran for MP multiple times before his death- your advice on what not to do gave him valuable insight on how to maintain a favorable public image. “I know your past is something that can’t be erased,” you said in response to Tom’s concerns about the subject. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be hidden. Or at least left ambiguous enough that people can’t ask the right questions. You keep the public from asking the right questions, and you make sure they can never find the answers.” “It’s a bit unnerving that you know this,” Tom noted, a smirk on his face. In truth, he was impressed. Your knowledge of politics was quite extensive considering your father tried to keep you away from it for most of your life. But you knew how to eavesdrop and read gossip, and so you gained a wealth of knowledge about politics. You laughed. “You’re acting like you don’t already know this.” Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled. “You got me there.” Your conversation was interrupted by the distinct shrill of the doorbell. Tom perked up and smiled. “Charles is here!” He practically jumped up from his seat on the couch and made his way to the hall. You followed him to the hall, beckoning Karl, Ada, and Arthur- who had been quietly eating food in the corner, thinking Tom hadn’t noticed- to come with you. You and the group walked into the hall to the sight of Thomas laughing and picking up Charlie in his arms and bouncing him up and down, making his son giggle. “Happy birthday Charlie!” you exclaimed, clapping. Arthur, Karl, Ada- and John and Polly, who had been talking in the hall after you arrived- clapped and joined in wishing Charlie a happy birthday. Charlie and Karl shared a hug that resulted in you awing. You looked at Grace and smiled. “Welcome, Grace,” you greeted her respectfully. Grace simply nodded at you and took off her coat. Turning around to put her coat on the coat hooks next to the door, she gasped lightly in shock when she saw your coat resting next to Tom’s. “Whose coat is this?” she asked casually. You apologized profusely. “It’s mine, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I can find a different place for it-” Thomas waved his hand nonchalantly. “Oh, no need. You’re not imposing, Y/n/n.” You blushed slightly. “Frances can take your coat, Grace. I trust you remember who she is?” He jabbed at her lightly. Grace huffed and nodded. “Alright.” The tension between Tom and Grace was palpable and made everyone make excuses to leave the room. You left as well, saying something about wanting to play around with Karl and Charlie. You knew things were bad between Thomas and Grace. So bad, in fact, that Tom had approached her with a divorce. Tom was many things, but he wasn’t the type of person to reach for a divorce. He believed that marriage lasted for life. But after Tom’s and Grace’s arguments over his ambitions and dreams started to grow from skirmishes to screaming matches littered with threats, Thomas had enough. He told you the night that he decided to divorce Grace that he didn’t want to spend his life with a woman

that didn’t support his political and business ambitions. You found yourself sympathizing with both of them. You understood Grace’s concerns about the target that would always be on her and Charlie’s back because of Thomas’s ambition. But you also understood Thomas’s argument that his ambitions were also the thing that would provide his family with more opportunities than he had. Thomas’s goals were a double-edged sword. Although, Grace had become quite cold to Thomas in retaliation for the divorce, often sending him and his family veiled insults. So you didn’t feel much remorse for her when Tom made barbed comments like the one made in the hall. You sighed while watching Karl and Charlie play. It was going to be a long party. _______________________________________________________________________________________ All of you were eating cake, you talking with Polly about some gossip that you heard when going shopping for groceries. “Apparently Brandon was just using her for her status,” you said, licking the frosting off of your fork. “But then Brandon caught Melissa sleeping with her boss-” “No fucking way!” Polly interrupted, putting her plate down and gasping. “How the hell do these things happen to people!” You laughed. “I know right! My life is boring in comparison- and I hang out with you insane idiots!” “Hey!” John said from across the table, his mouth full of cake. “We’re not that bad!” “Speak for yourself,” Ada muttered from next to her brother, cringing when John stuck his cake-covered tongue out at her. “Honestly, Y/N,” Grace’s refined voice reverberated through the dining room, “You shouldn’t be gossiping this much. It’s a boring pastime.” You quirked your brow. “I’m sorry?” “Oh it’s alright, I understand that some people have nothing better to talk about. I’m just saying, gossip signals a bland personality and I’m sure you don’t have that, hm?” Grace’s implied message was clear. You sat in silence for a moment, surprised. “No?” you said, going along with whatever Grace said. In all honesty, you didn’t care what Grace thought of you. She barely visited enough for you to give a shit. But apparently, Tom didn’t want to let it slide. “Look, Grace, it’s not a big deal to gossip, alright? You’d be a big fucking hypocrite telling Y/n/n not to gossip when pretty much everything you talked about was who was fuckin’ who-” “Thomas!” Grace chided. “What? If you’re going to walk in here and criticize how Y/n/n spends their time, you can fuck off, alright? I don’t need some posh stuck-up woman in me house. So either behave yourself and let Charlie have a good birthday,” Thomas threatened, “Or get out of me house and have fun on the streets for a week.” “You’d let your own son live on the streets for a week?” Grace asked, shocked. “My threat regards only you. Charles is me blood- you make me see blood.” Grace looked down at her plate and picked up her fork and ate her cake again. Tom took that as an agreement to get along with everyone and started eating again as well. You were just thankful that you had sent Karl and Charlie to play upstairs. But regardless of the tense situation, a smile graced your face at the immediacy that Tom defended you with. _______________________________________________________________________________________ “Hey,” you tapped Thomas’s shoulder when you both found yourselves alone in the back room. “Thank you for defending me.” Tom nodded and smiled slightly. “Of course.” “I mean it. No one really defends me so I really appreciate it. Especially since it’s Grace.” Tommy’s brows raised slightly at that comment. “What do you mean?” You shrugged, looking anywhere but at Tom. “I mean, she was the woman that made you the person you used to be before France. I understand there’s some bad blood between you two now, but she’s still special to you.” Tom hummed and walked closer to you, stopping at around 2 feet away from you. “So are you, you know. You’re special to me.” You smiled. “You’re special to me, too.” Thomas’s hand cupped your cheek lightly, his thumb stroking

back and forth. A flush made its way to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Tom. There was always some unspoken bond between the two of you that you danced around. You were always scared that it was too early after his divorce, but with the way that he was looking at you, he probably got over it a while ago. You don’t know who leaned forward first, but one second later your mouths were connected in a feverish kiss. Tom’s hands were traveling places, touching parts of your body that you caught him eyeing from time to time. Your hands rested against his chest and reveled in the feeling of his heart thumping against his chest as erratically as yours. So you had the same effect on him as he did on you. The kiss was a good indicator of that, but it was nice to have reassurance. Tom pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for months now,” Tom confessed. You smiled, pecking him on the lips. “So have I,” you replied, pulling his mouth back to yours.

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby angst #thomas shelby angst #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine

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Hi! Can I request an Angry x reader who's a lot like him? (Looks mad all the time but is really just chillin)

kawata souta [angry] x reader: headcanons

[𖤐] hi anon, thanks for the request kjhdlkfjhg this was super fun to write!! i made it into headcanons because i figured that would be easier to understand than a oneshot, i hope you don’t mind :)) also, i don’t know how this lowk turned into dating headcanons, so send another ask if there’s something you want me to be more specific about!!

❧ masterlist

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✂︎ when the two of you first meet, it’s because of smiley. he’s noticed the similar way that the two of you act, and he’s thinking that it’s about time his little bro found someone like him. he’s ready to be a wingman at any given moment, and is randomly giving angry dating advice, while his little brother just stares at him with a confused look in his eyes, (he has no idea what his brother has planned for him). 

✂︎ smiley will definitely be the type to invite the both of you to hangout somewhere, and then ditch at the last second so that it’s just to two of you. of course, he’s going to be there the entire time, watching from a distance to see what was going on and everything. 

✂︎ initially, it’s pretty awkward between the two of you once you realized that smiley wasn’t going to be there. it’s like the awkward silence when the mutual friend leaves the room for a second; pretty dry. 

✂︎ angry was fairly nervous being alone with you and nobody else, since the two of you had never really talked alone before, so he didn’t really have a clue on what to say. he’d heard from others that the two of you were similar, so he mustered up his courage and started to ask you about your day, and if you wanted to head to a nearby cafe. 

✂︎ after this encounter, the two of you started to talk a bit more with each other, enough that you started to text each and set up hangouts with needing the “help” of smiley planning something then ditching last minute. 

✂︎ and of course, his older brother has been watching this all with a very keen eye, and he knows that angry likes you, but he also knows that his brother probably needs just a little nudge to be able to confess to you. and so, like any good brother, smiley will be constantly nagging his brother about telling you. 

✂︎ once angry actually does it and you two are together, expect for a lot of people to look away immediately after you make eye contact, and shift around nervously whenever you guys are near. the both of you look pretty pissed off at any given moment, so it’s understandable why they would do this, i suppose. 

✂︎ he feels really grateful that he has an s/o like you; somebody who understands that he’s more than what he looks like. it had always been a small fear of his that he would never be able to find somebody for himself because he would scare them off, so finding an s/o who’s just like him is even more amazing, because he’s able to understand you as well. 

✂︎ will definitely beat up anybody who makes fun of you for your facial expression. 

✂︎ the both of you are definitely really soft towards each, but are not sure how to express it, so the texts between the two of you are a lot more cheesy and soft than how you guys actually talk in real life because you both are too nervous to say those things out loud. 

✂︎ not a lot of people are going to know that the two of you are together, and this is almost entirely due to the fact that the two of you still get really flustered around each other, even though you’re literally dating. 

✂︎ both of your faces will probably relax somewhat when looking at the other, although neither of you will ever notice this. 

✂︎ after a while of you two being together, affection will come easier, although angry will still get flustered about it, (it’s such an easy task to get him to blush, i swear). 

✂︎ he’ll always be checking up on you when you go to school, wanting to make sure that you’re alright and that nobody is making fun of you or spreading rumors about you. 

✂︎ if you guys go to the same school, there will definitely be a lot of rumors about the both of you, and not good ones. don’t worry though, angry’s got your back. mysteriously, after a single weekend, all of these rumors had died down, and nobody dared to say anything about the two of you. i wonder why that is?

✂︎ will text you using “:]” “:^)” “:0” as reactionary emojis. very cute if i do say so myself. 

✂︎ if you fall asleep on his shoulder when you guys are on the train, he will be really nervous. not because he minds you doing it, but because he doesn’t want to do anything that would wake you up from your peaceful sleep. he will have his normal expression, but on the inside, he will be panicking every time he moves because of the train, and will check to make sure that you’re still asleep. 

✂︎ both of you will probably get approached by some delinquents who think that you both were “looking at them funny”. well, needless to say, they got their asses handed to them. 

✂︎ he’ll give you kisses a lot between the furrow of your brows, (don’t ask me why, this just seems like something he would do). 

✂︎ the first time both of you give each other actual smiles is when you guys are watching a movie, and souta looks down at you, and he just feels so lucky to have you, and he gives you a soft smile. you noticed that he was looking at you, and when you looked up at him, imagine your surprise when you see the slight curve of his lips. before you could even think about it, the same small smile stretches across your face, and the both of you will look at each other for a few moments before looking away, flustered. 

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i always mix up the twins names for some reason, and i literally almost put this in my queue with smileys name instead of angrys LMFAOKJFDHLSDKJGHDLFKGJH

#東京リベンジャーズ #tokyo revengers x reader #angry x reader #headcanon #x reader #reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #souta #souta kawata x reader #souta kawata #kawata souta #kawata souta x reader #tokyo卍revengers #tokrev #tokrev x reader #˗ˏˋ𖤐 tokyo revengers ˎˊ˗

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Let Me Help You (Part. 2)

Pairing:  Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Takahiro Hanamaki x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Oh boy, here we go!

Anon: hi!! can we get more of the omega depression drabbles/one shots? i would really like to see mattsun’s version and other characters you can think of!! the more angsty the better ;)p.s. luv your writing <3 also stay healthy, safe, and drink water !!

Anon:  Can you make part 2 of let me help you please. if not it’s fine with Mattsun and Makki

Anon: Could you do part 2 for the let me help you with makki and mattsun please if not that’s fine this is also my first time requesting something so i’m kinda nervous💕 

(Don’t be nervous at all, you did amazing!)

Anon:  Mamas, can I order a continuation of let me help you?? Please?? I need some fluff after that hurt 💕💕💕��🥺🥺

(Mamas anon! :DDD)

Anon: omg i love the omega depression!! please continue with the rest of the third years or a pt 2 with oikawa’s !! i love your writing!!

@bohica160​: Could we possibly get a part 2 with Oikawa please?  👉 👈  🥺

And I think that was all? You guys just really wanted this, and who am I to deny you? 

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself? 

Author’s Note:  I kinda wanna post some self-indulgent OC stuff on here, but idk. It’s kinda crack-y and stupid. Also, we love to see a healthy relationship. Like Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s are so soft. Also, also, please note Hanamaki’s is heavily based off of my own experience with depression and the events after with my best friend, whom I will love and cherish forever. 

Requests: Open!

Part 1:  Here!

➵ You drop was actually out of anyone’s control.

➵ Omega drops rely heavily on hormone balances, much like depression, and it seemed like this month just wasn’t your month. 

➵It was hard to exactly pin point when it got bad, or when you started experiencing symptoms, as they were slow and not necessarily noticeable.

➵A missed lunch here, a small scent shift there. 

➵Small things that neither you nor Takahiro would notice. 

➵It was much like a rollercoaster, inching higher and higher until the drop would come. 

➵ Honestly, both of you thought you were fine, and since you were around both of your mutual friends (The Seijoh Team)  enough no one could really point it out. 

➵ It truly was a bad situation all around.

➵ You only really began noticing after a few days of ignoring lunch in a row. 

➵ It hit you when you were sitting in the library, stomach clutching with hunger as you scanned through a textbook. 

➵ You attempted to get up and go find Takahiro to go get something to eat, but you just...didn’t. 

➵ You couldn’t find the energy to stand, much less walk, and just stayed seated

➵ You just couldn’t move. 

➵Like a million bags of sand were tied to your hips weighing you to the chair. 

➵ You swallowed tightly, rolling your shoulders before stuffing your text book into your bag, trying to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. 

➵Deep breaths. Thats what you needed to focus on right now.

➵ But then you couldn’t. You were hyperventilating, and white-knuckling the edge of the table as your vision turned blurry and watery. 

➵ The cramping from your hunger combined with the sudden rush of emotions made you want to vomit.

➵ Before you could, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, bolting out of the library.

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Laughter and chuckles were heavy as Takahiro gave a hearty chuckle at something Matsukawa said, shaking his head before taking a swig from his energy drink. His eyes darted to his phone every now and again, just checking to make sure you didn’t need him. 

You would always come first to him. 

When his screen lit up with your beaming face shining up at him, he quickly swiped to accept holding it to his ear, watching while the team laughed at Oikawa, who was shielding himself from Iwaizumi.

“Hiro?” 

“Shooting star?” His brows furrowed as he slowly began cleaning his stuff, straightening himself up so he could leave as soon as possible if you needed him; which, guessing by your home, you did. 

“I-I think something’s wrong.” You paused, making his heart drop. “I don’t know, but I think I need to go to the doctor, but, I know this is a lot so feel free to say no, can you-”

He didn’t let you finish. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up and drive you. Do you need me to call and book an appointment?” 

A few of his packmates turned with worried eyes, trying to send a non-verbal question. Well, for most of them. Oikawa was trying to whisper-yell his questions, Iwaizumi trying to shut him up. 

“I’m at the front of the school. I’ll just meet you at your car.” 

“I’ll be right there, shooting star. Stay safe, okay? I love you, and I’ll see you soon Omega.” Takahiro waited for your reciprocation and own farewell before hanging up, quickly standing and swinging his leg over the bench and grabbing his bag. 

“Makki-kun, is Y/N-chan okay?!” Oikawa screeched after him, actively crawling onto Iwaizumi, who looked like he was ready to commit first-degree murder. 

Makki threw up a thumbs up behind him, waiting till he was out of the cafeteria before sprinting towards the parking lot. 

He hoped, with every inch of his body, he didn’t lie to his captain. 

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“Take your pills.” 

“Alpha, they taste horrid-”

“I don’t care, they make you feel better.” 

Takahiro watched you carefully, handing you two of the teal and white pills. The alpha was strict on very few things with you, but your health he did not fuck with. 

The appointment with your doctor went fine, with minimal blood work done, and you were sent off with a prescription for hormone balancing pills. You and Takahiro (Who was absolutely divine during the entire thing) were explained how the pills worked and why you dropped, all of which was simple enough to understand. Since then, Takahiro was insistent on you taking the pills in front of him. 

“Open.” Takahiro demanded, watching as you stuck your tongue out. He moved your head by your chin, checking the very corners of your mouth. “Lift your tongue.” 

You did so, showing nothing. He hummed in approval, letting go of your chin before pausing, pulling you close so you could hear his heartbeat. 

“Thank you for caring, Hiro.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into your alpha’s neck, taking in his scent. 

“Thank you for telling me about this and letting me help you.”  He responded, pressing a sweet peck to your temple and reminding himself you were still here in his arms. And would be with him for a long, long time. 

➵ Your drop was a mix between miscommunication and little whispers in your ear.

➵ Honestly, there was a reason you were in a pack with minimal other omegas. 

➵ They grew catty and mean and vindictive if there was something they didn’t like.

➵It was one of their many flaws and strengths. 

➵You yourself had caught yourself bad-mouthing another omega to your alpha every now and again. 

➵ Though you hated doing it, at some point it was just second nature.

➵ You and Issei had good communication though, and very rarely did something as silly as jealousy come between you two.  

➵ whenever something was bothering you or your alpha you would talk it out.

➵ You both trusted each other completely. 

➵ If something felt off about another person, you were quick to mention it to the other. 

➵ However, sometimes things got complicated.

➵ Insecurities seeped through your walls that Issei kept strong for you.

➵And sometimes, small little whispers became hurdles and boulders pounding against your defenses and breaking them down. 

➵Leaving you open and stumbling. 

➵ And sometimes, because of this you forgot that you had back-up, an artillery that would fight for you at the drop of a hat. 

➵ And those moments, that ones were you were caught with your tail between your legs and ass in the air waiting to be fucked over, were when you truly crumbled. 

➵And though it broke you down and made you hurt, your artillery had your back.

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“Issei, I was-”

You bit your tongue as you were roughly shoved to the side by Akina Harakashi, the omega throwing herself at your alpha. His face remained unmoved and his arms by his side. 

She was his science partner for the semester, and though Issei reassured you she was nothing more, you couldn’t help but internally whine at how she acted with him. It was no secret that she liked him, but since you and Issei kept you relationship on the down low, rumors were bound to pop up. 

And though you didn’t let it show, they poked and prodded at you. Make your skin crawl as you ventured deep into your own mindset. Thoughts that would plague your every move and drive your omega into overdrive as they tried fixing whatever you picked on in your own reflection. 

You shivered as she looked up to Matsukawa, who was busy focusing on entering his locker combo. 

“Mattsunnnn~ I’ve missed you!” Her voice was literal nails on a chalkboard to you. 

“I saw you twenty minutes ago.” Matsukawa hissed as his locker popped open. “I haven’t seen you recently though, pretty thing.” 

Your omega purred as Issei grabbed his textbook, closing his locker and pushing past Akina. He smirked down at you, intertwining your pinkies in the most discreet way possible before walking you to class. 

You glossed over his question when he asked you how lunch went. 

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“Do you think Harakashi and Matsukawa are dating?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me, have you seen how she hangs off of him?”

“I think they’d make such a cute couple!” 

“If Matsukawa doesn’t ask her out soon, he’ll loose her.” 

You kept your head down and scent blocking collar tight as you slowly crept through the hallway, exit in front of you. Honestly, you didn’t have the energy to continue on with the day, so you were leaving it the midst of lunch, where you could loose yourself in the crowd and disappear. 

You wanted nothing more than your alpha, but his last message had your eyes stinging. 

‘Harakashi asked me to meet her at lunch, so I won’t be able to see you. Eat something. At this point, I’ll even take junk food. Just get some food. I’ll see you after school.’

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it stung you deeply. This was it. This was the downfall of your and your alpha’s relationship. You were blown off for Akina Harakashi at long last. 

The rational part of you wanted to defend Matsukawa, but every time you tried, the insecurities that had been bubbling within you spit towards the rational part of you and your omega, throwing any redeeming thought into the corner to rot. 

A part of you was angry. Angry with Matsukawa for letting this happen. Angry with yourself for not speaking up. Angry with your fucking stomach which groaned for food of any sort. Livid with Akina for trying to steal Mattsun. 

Angry at the world. 

You couldn’t really remember the last time you ate anything besides...air. The days all blurred together in one miserable run. 

“What did I say?” 

You glanced over at Matsukawa, heart leaping at the jump he gave you appearing out of nowhere, leaning on the wall beside you.  You huffed, turning away from him and leaving him to follow after you. He did so, jogging a bit to catch up. 

“You said I’d see you after school. This is not after school.” You snapped, growling at the alpha. He raised a brow, either in disbelief at your attitude or amusement.

“Omega. I said eat. This doesn’t look like eating.”  His longer legs gave him the chance to cut in front of you, face now set in anger. 

“You also said you had to meet with Harakashi. So scurry along to your new play thing.” You shoved past Matsukawa, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes. 

“What are you talking about?!” Issei smartened up, grabbing your wrist when you tried leaving him behind yet again, now visibly irritated. Truth be told, he was meeting up with Harakashi to put an end to her insistent clinginess. To put her in her place, beneath you. 

She tried confessing to him before he even looked up, coming into the room with her arms outstretched already, yelling about ‘I knew you felt the same’ or something . He dodged her, sneering down at her and snapping at her to leave him alone or he’d go through the semester alone (Which he already talked to the teacher about, but she didn’t need to know about that). 

Hanamaki had been his eyes when he wasn’t there, reporting back to Matsukawa with updates on you. His latest? You had been missing from lunch for the better part of the week, and last he saw you were ditching the last half of this day. 

Which Matsukawa wasn’t letting happen, because if you went home right now, you wouldn’t come back. And he couldn’t live with himself if he let you drop. 

“I was meeting with Harakashi to tell her to piss off. You’re my omega. Why in the hell would I even want someone like her when I already have you? You are mine, and I fought for you. I don’t need a corner worker.” 

Any fight you had in you disappeared when you saw the small tears glazing your alphas eyes, making your own break free as you ran into his chest. His arms locked around you, holding as if you would slip away if his grip loosened. 

Which you just might’ve. Good thing he wasn’t planning on letting you slip. 

“Wanna go get food?”

“...Yea. Can we get nuggets?”

“Anything for my pretty omega.”

➵ Okay this one is super short, and I’m sorry! I just wanted to get this out for you guys!

➵ And I think you guys wanted a follow up of sorts for Oikawa. 

➵So here it is!

➵ Things didn’t improve over night. 

➵It took awhile, but it was worth it. 

➵ In time you and Oikawa reached a nice equilibrium.

➵ He wore his bond mark loud and proud and you made sure to tell him when you were uncomfortable with his fangirls and how close they were getting.

➵ In turn, you learned to slowly let go of any reservations you had on his loyalty. 

➵He wouldn’t have marked you if he didn’t want to devote his entire being to you. 

➵ This showed up when a girl, who you despised (With no hard feelings, since she hated you just as much) tried confessing to Oikawa. 

➵Toru, baby boy, shut her down the minute she opened her mouth. 

➵ He didn’t even look her way, instead searching for you and quickly brightening up when he saw you.

➵ If he had a tail it would’ve been wagging. 

➵ Things improved and everyone was all the better for it. 

➵ And Toru made sure to, not only apologize to Iwaizumi, but gift him a voucher for a free movie for him and his omega (who was having a hard time as well).

➵Things were looking up and you both were sure to  keep it that way!

___

“Kentaro, please don’t hurt Kindaichi!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you tried to stop the alphas from snapping on each other. 

It wasn’t that Kyoutani didn’t like or respect you, because he did-- you were like a second mom, but Kindaichi just got on every single one of his nerves. And then tried dragging you into it! Like, the audacity of this bitch. 

“Kyoutani!” Your alpha’s bark had both the blond and raven pausing, a careful glance making both back down as Oikawa heading towards you guys (Throwing a pile of confession letters into the trash on his way by without even looking; some point they would get the hint if he left the blatantly in the open). 

The blond growled lowly, sending you a quick glance before returning to practice. Oikawa let him, turning his glare to the instigator of the whole thing. The onion-headed pup hid behind your smaller frame, making your laugh. 

It was almost like that moment when dad’s pulled out their ‘behave or else’ voice. And in a way it was. 

“One of these days my pretty dove won’t be there to save you, Kindaichi.” 

“I know.” 

You and Oikawa sent a look to each before you laughed, moving so Oikawa and Kindaichi could have a ‘man to man’ talk. 

The pack was dysfunctional, and you almost let it go. 

You were thankful you didn’t and still had this family to come back home too.  All thanks to your alpha. 

“STOP MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT YOUR OMEGA SHITTY-KAWA.”

“I can’t help it, Iwa- IWA STOP HITTING ME- Y/N HELP-” 

You shook your head laughing, jogging to save said alpha. 

He was childish and arrogant, and sometimes got too far up his own ass, but he was yours. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Begone, Bitch

Prompts: Hi ! I just wanted to say that i love your stories and the way you write the characters ! If you want, could you write about Virgil being comforted by the other sides, or him getting hurt while protecting the others ? - anon

I am beyond grateful for every fic you write, you are so good at pushing all the right emotional buttons to just make my entire day. I don't want to be greedy since you already make so much good content, but in 'Lie to Me' there was that little one off scene in the kitchen where Virgil pushes Janus behind him to 'protect ' him from Roman and I *cannot* stop thinking about it. I would die for a whole fic of Virgil protecting Janus(and the others, but mostly Janus, I like when people are sweet to the snake boy) from danger by physically shielding him with his body. Overprotective Virgil is my favorite. So this is a prompt/request but only if you really really want to <3 And thank you for writing such wonderful fic. - awitchbravestheverge

Ah yes more opportunities to write in Virgil's narration style.

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none, not really. Some creepy shadow shit from the Subconcious and Virgil gets a little hurt but nothing graphic

Pairings: platonic found family babey

Word Count: 4504

The Subconscious is a nasty piece of work. It’s not quite powerful enough to overtake the Mindscape by itself, Roman and Remus do too good of a job holding the barriers in the Imagination, but that doesn’t mean little shits don’t worm their way through every now and then. Guess who gets the fantastic job of being alert to each and every single one of them?

No fucking prizes for guessing who.

The Subconscious is a nasty piece of work. It’s not quite powerful enough to overtake the Mindscape by itself, Roman and Remus do too good of a job holding the barriers in the Imagination, but that doesn’t mean little shits don’t worm their way through every now and then. Guess who gets the fantastic job of being alert to each and every single one of them?

No fucking prizes for guessing who.

For the most part, Virgil’s able to work undetected. Or, well, no, the others will see him doing shit but they don’t know that’s what he’s doing. He just has to stand between them and whatever gross slimy black thing has crawled its way up from the depths of the Subconscious and it’ll get absorbed. Part of Thomas’s background anxiety until he can banish back to the hellhole from whence it came.

That doesn’t always mean it’s…painless.

Some of them are fine. Some of them are like little misty bits that just putter around where they’re not fucking supposed to be and Virgil can just pluck them out of the air and stuff them into the pockets of his hoodie and wait. These ones really like to bother Patton, for some reason.

Patton’s baking today, cinnamon sugar muffins. He’s humming to himself as he bustles about the kitchen with that weird boundless energy of his that makes everyone want to think about nothing but sunshine. Ruins the hell out of Virgil’s gloomy emo image but hey, fresh muffins. Sacrifices must be made somewhere.

“Did you want to help, Virgil, or are you fine with just sitting there?”

Virgil blinks, having zoned out after the third time watching one of the containers almost fall over. “Nah, I’m good.”

Patton shrugs. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t, Pat, I’m good. You’re doing great.”

“Aw, thanks!”

Virgil opens his mouth to say something else when he sees a little grey thing twisting in the air next to Patton’s head. He suppresses a sigh and reaches out, careful to make sure Patton’s back is turned as he snags the pesky little thing and whips it away. He stuffs his hand in his pocket as soon as Patton turns around.

“What was that?”

“What was what,” Virgil asks, blinking innocently as he squeezes the icy thing in his pocket, “what’re you talking about?”

Ah, it’s the hands-on-the-hips dad pose today. “I saw you reach for something, mister, now what did you do?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The misty little shit shrivels and disappears, leaving an ice-cold sting on his hand out of sight. “It’s fine.”

“Show me your hands.”

“What?”

“Show me your hands, Virgil.”

Virgil sighs and pulls the unstung hand out of his pocket. “See,” he says, waving it for good measure, “nothing to see here.”

Patton just raises an eyebrow. “And what about the other one?”

“C’mon, Pat—“ he sighs when both of Patton’s eyebrows go up— “fine, here.”

Patton’s eyes widen when he sees the mark on Virgil’s palm. He rushes forward instantly, cradling the injured hand and reaching for a towel. Conveniently, he gets one that was quite near where the misty thing had been floating.

“You could’ve told me you were hurt,” he says softly, tending to the sting with such tenderness that Virgil almost believes it’s something to worry about, “I would’ve helped.”

“But it’s fine, Pat,” Virgil sighs, “I could’ve dealt with it.”

“I know, I know.” Patton gives the hand one last dab with the towel before pronouncing it good enough. “But it’s never a crime to let us help you, kiddo.”

The corner of Virgil’s mouth tugs up. “Thanks, Pat.”

“Oh, of course, kiddo. Now you sit tight, the muffins won’t be another ten minutes.”

“Can’t wait.”

2.

Sometimes the Subconscious decides it’s bored of letting just the little misty bastards out and lets out the fucking ooze.

Have you ever seen Venom? Know how the symbioses move and how weird it is to look at?

Yeah, it kinda looks like that, just without the gay domesticity and mutual pining.

Nah, this ooze is mindless, just wants to—well, it doesn’t want anything, it just gets fucking everywhere. Makes it real hard to think sometimes, messes everything up.

Really likes fucking with Logan. Which first off, is not allowed. Don’t fuck with Logan. Don’t fuck with any of them, Virgil can and will kick your ass, but especially don’t fuck with Logan. Remus will tear you apart and no one will stop him. Except for Logan. Maybe. ‘Cause he’s nice like that.

Anyway, Virgil gets a weird tingle between his shoulders when there’s an oozy bitch up and about. He’s sitting on the couch, minding his own damn business, but then there’s that itch between his shoulders and he perks his head up.

Logan sits in a chair, alternating between scrolling on his laptop and making notes in one of his many notebooks. Virgil frowns, looking around, seeing if there’s any goo to keep track of, only to come up with nothing. Huh.

“Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

Logan tilts his head, concerned. “Are you alright? You look worried.”

He shakes his head, still squinting around the room. “Weird feeling, that’s it.”

“Will you let me know if it gets unbearable?” Virgil nods. “Thank you. Well, I’m going to get some more coffee, would you like any?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, L, that’d be great.”

Logan nods and stands, going to the kitchen. Leaving his laptop unattended on the coffee table.

Virgil watches as a truly massive ooze slides out from between the couch cushions and toward the laptop.

Not today you slimy bastard.

Unfortunately, he’s just a second too slow as a tendril from the ooze touches the laptop and yanks, pulling the laptop off the coffee table and sending it hurtling toward the floor. Virgil bites back a curse and lunges. His hand grabs the ooze just as his arm catches the laptop.

“Get back here, you little shit,” he grunts, opening his hand and using his power to suck the frothing fucker into his arm where it can go the fuck back to the Subconscious.

“Virgil, you—“

Shit.

Virgil looks up, a little guilty, as Logan comes back around the corner holding two coffee mugs. He looks down and raises an eyebrow.

“You…saved my laptop?”

“It was falling,” Virgil mutters, setting the precious cargo back on the coffee table, “didn’t want it to.”

“Ah. Well, thank you. I appreciate it.” Logan sets one of the coffee mugs down and reaches out a hand to help him up. “Though I assure you it is not the first time that laptop has been dropped.”

“What do you do with your stuff, Lo, I swear you make more cryptic remarks about it than J.”

“It’s all part of the experiment.”

“See, there you go again!”

3.

And then, then sometimes the Subconscious decides oh, it wants to get inventive and spawn this horrific little ooze-demons. Goat head, four legs, runs about like a creepy little horror game creature, they’re fucking awful. They don’t all look the same but they’re always running and climbing about like some gross as hellcat gremlins. Their nails are so sharp.

These fuckers really like messing with Janus. He’s got too many fun things to pull on, too many heavy clothes for them to pull and make him trip, and they like scurrying up his staff too much. They’re absolute fucking nightmares.

The good news is they’re by far the most obvious of the obnoxious little shits that manage to slip through the barriers of the Subconscious. Virgil hears a weird skittering in his ears and knows that one of the little monsters is loose again. Given how they all flock to Janus like he’s some fucking homing beacon, it’s easy to find them.

Janus is pacing back and forth, yanking angrily at the end of his clothes like they’re about to snag on something, his staff clutched in his hand. His head is down, muttering to himself as Virgil walks up.

“J?”

His head whips around. “Oh. Virgil. Certainly expected to see you here.”

“That’s me, always turning up where I’m not wanted.”

“I didn’t say that,” Janus mumbles, resuming his pacing, “though I didn’t mean to summon you. You can go.”

“You didn’t summon me, J,” Virgil says, leaning against the wall and looking around for wherever the bastards are, “I’m here of my own free will.”

“Free will,” Janus scoffs, turning around, “what the hell even is that?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil spots movement.

“It’s not like there’s some master document of humans where free will is written into it.”

Slowly, Virgil raises his hand toward the spot, not tearing his eyes off it.

“And the belief that animals don’t have it! Ha, some of them exhibit characteristics of choice much more than we do.”

The little fucker snaps at his fingers as he makes a grab for it. He snags it by the scruff of the beck and yanks.

“And what is this about it being provable? Show me one scientific theory that has space in it for free will. Do it, I dare you.”

Virgil bites back a curse as he wrests the pesky shit around the middle, ignoring the way it chomps and snarls at him.

“Just because you have or don’t have free will doesn’t make you exempt from the constraints of society. Even if you aren’t making your own choices that doesn’t mean you’re the exception to the consequences.”

The teeth that sink into the sleeve of his hoodie are the last to vanish as Virgil breathes out, watching the last of it fade as Janus turns around.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, tugging his hat and gloves, “haven’t been…”

“S’okay, J,” Virgil waves with the hoodie sleeve that isn’t ripped, “you’re good. Come on, let’s go eat something.”

“…pasta?”

“Sure thing, danger noodle.”

“Ugh, I take it back.”

“Whatever you say, hazard macaroni.”

“I’m taller than you!”

4.

It makes sense that the Subconscious decides to send the most insidious shit after the twins. They’re the reason the pieces of shit monsters can’t make it up to the rest of them. And for the most part, they know what to look for. They don’t have the same awareness of all the little idiosyncrasies that Virgil does, but they beat back a fair number of them on their own.

Which is why the ones they can’t are tricky.

Remus is Dark Creativity, he lives in the muck with the monsters. Thrives in it. Loves the way the gross and the unwanted and the sickening twist and turn about his realm, thrills in the horrified swoop in his stomach when something truly gruesome rears its ugly fuckin’ head.

What he can’t deal with is the fog.

The first time Virgil saw it, he honestly thought it was smoke. He thought Remus had set something on fire and panicked, reaching through to try and find the blaze, find Remus, find a goddamn fire extinguisher, but it was cold.

Like…really cold.

You know how when the air is really humid it feels like it has a weight to it? Like it hangs over you like a wet rag that you just can’t shake off?

Imagine that but cold.

Virgil shivers and reaches forward, trying to find Remus. He’s still never gotten used to it, even though he’s seen it so many times now. Remus doesn’t make it out of his room when the fog comes. He blames it on creative block but Janus always hisses gently when he says that.

“Remus? Remus,” Virgil calls using his tempest tongue, “where are you, buddy?”

He can’t see Remus yet, but the call did its work. The fog ripples in front of him, almost shying away from the sound waves as he moves. He keeps calling, keeps watching the fog almost flinch as it recedes from him. His voice grows louder, louder. The fog begins to retreat in earnest.

Finally, he sees Remus, curled up on his bed, staring at the wall. Virgil muffles a curse as he strides forward, crooning as softly as he can in tempest tongue while glaring furiously at the fog as it sheepishly retreats. As the last of it fizzles, Remus’s head comes to flop on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Hey, spider-ling,” he mumbles, “when’d you show up?”

“A few minutes ago.” Virgil brushes Remus’s hair off his forehead. “You looked upset, bud, wanted to come check on you.”

“Fucking fine,” comes the slur, signifying that Remus is anything but, “I’m fucking fine, babe.”

“You’re exhausted and cold.” Virgil scoops him up into his arms. “Come on. Let’s go find J. He’ll spoil you.”

Sure enough, as soon as Janus sees Remus lying in Virgil’s arms, he jumps up with a coo and takes the other side from him, lying him down on something warm and promising to get him something warm to drink. No, Remus, not engine fuel. Something safer, at least for right now.

Virgil stands at the door, waiting.

There’s an itch between his shoulders and another chill down his spine.

A cloud of fog emerges from down the hallway. From it, three shadow gremlins canter toward him.

He grits his teeth and braces.

The first one collides with his shoulder and he grabs it, squeezing until the shadow folds in on itself. The second hits his shin and he punts it into a wall, scooping the remnants and absorbing them. The third one vanishes in a quick shout of tempest tongue.

You’re not gonna get them, he thinks as he shouts the fog away, not on my goddamn watch.

5.

The worst part of the Subconscious is the shadows.

Because they all have shadows. They all do. That’s just the nature of being an opaque thing and existing in proximity near light sources. Shadows are a natural by-product of blocking light, that’s it.

Wow, he’s been spending more time with Logan than he thought. Sweet.

But the Subconscious shadows are different. There’s no such thing as dark. Only an absence of light. There is no substance known as ‘dark,’ sure there’s dark energy or dark matter if you go the physics route, but there isn’t a thing ‘dark’ the way there’s a thing ‘light.’

If you looked at the Subconscious shadows, you’d believe otherwise.

They look normal. They look just like normal shadows. Something resting against the wall casts a shadow. Something moving in front of a window casts a shadow. Something sitting on the edge of the desk casts a shadow.

But these shadows move.

You have to pay such close attention to even catch them. You have to know precisely what on your desk is casting what part of the shadow when—hold on, what is that? Is it the water bottle? No, you pick up the water bottle and the cylinder two spaces across move. So you pick up the lamp and no, that’s not it either. You move your hand—your hand’s shadow is easy to track—and you move it to where it should be overlapping with whatever’s casting that shadow. You look closer. But there’s nothing blocking the light where your hand is, nothing between the light and the wall.

You stare at the shadow.

And then it moves.

See? They’re fucking terrifying. Like some Peter Pan gone wrong shit. Creepy, sinister, innocuous-looking, you’ve got to be constantly on guard to catch them. You have to be smart. These ones, out of all the Subconscious monsters, feel the most spiteful. Like they’re doing this on purpose, to terrorize the Mindscape.

That’s probably why they go for Roman.

Roman holds the barriers the most. Remus pushes them to reinforce them, but Roman draws the lines in the sand. Roman is responsible for keeping Thomas safe from the barriers breaking, is largely responsible for Thomas being able to see the Sides at all.

So of course the Subconscious hates him.

Roman is the only one who will summon Virgil when he thinks there’s something wrong. Sure, it’s never been quite as simple as Virgil showing up and Roman telling him he’s scared, he thinks something just moved. They used to just throw barbs at each other until Roman was distracted enough for Virgil to suck up the shadow, or fight until Virgil pointed out where it was and Roman said it was just a test, but they’re better now.

Virgil appears in Roman’s room and immediately looks around. Roman sits on the bed, his hands folded primly over the sword in his lap, polishing the pommel with forced calm.

“There are at least three,” he says, his voice perfectly even, “I can’t keep track of them anymore.”

“It’s okay, Princey,” Virgil says softly, turning and turning to try and catch them, “I’m here now. You did a good thing calling me. Are you alright?”

“I’m here,” Roman says, forcing a little false cheer into it, “not the biggest fan of what’s happening, but I’m here.”

Virgil smiles at him briefly before he sees the flicker.

There.

“Roman,” he says calmly, “I need you to go stand by the window.”

Roman gets up and walks to the window, sitting under the sill and closing his eyes. Virgil grits his teeth and makes his shadow overlap with the one on the wall.

It burns as he starts to absorb it, writhing in protest and screeching silently for the others to come help. Sweat begins to bead on Virgil’s forehead as two move shadows race to enlarge his silhouette. Goddamn, they’re vicious tonight. What the hell would they have done to Roman if he hadn’t called?

Not on my goddamn watch.

He’s panting by the time they’re gone, but he’s alright. He’s good. They’re gone. Roman is safe. He turns and opens his arms, letting Roman come and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you,” Roman murmurs quietly, “sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Princey, this is my job.” He claps Roman on the shoulder. “You did good too.”

Roman huffs. “I sat in the corner. That’s not much.”

“And you did great. Now come on, Pat’s making cookies.”

“Oh, right, is it Remus’s night to help?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm…maybe we should swing by and warn Logan first.”

“Good idea.”

+1.

Nothing’s happened in a while and Virgil is getting worried.

Normally the longest they go without an incident is a month, maybe, and then it’s normally back-to-back nonsense for like a week.

But it’s been three months. And nothing. No misty tendrils, no puddles of ooze, no snapping gremlins, no fog, no shadows. Virgil’s just about on the verge of running a round-the-clock patrol of the damn place just to make sure he doesn’t miss anything.

As it turns out, he needn’t have bothered.

Stupid, stupid. Idiot.

He fucking missed it. He fucking missed it.

All the other Sides had monsters that went after them specifically. Why should Virgil get left out?

The Subconscious hadn’t been stopping, or slowing down, no. It had been biding its fucking time.

And now…

Virgil scrambles backward, trying to keep himself between the door to the Imagination and the figure in front of him. They slash at him again and he dodges just in the nick of time. He winces, claps a hand to his chest, and literally feels his heart skip a beat as his hand passes right through.

He’s being absorbed.

The figure raises a dripping, shadowy arm and brings the weapon down again. Virgil can’t stop dodging long enough to get a good look at it. He only knows that it fucking hurts and that it’s draining him. Draining him back into the Subconscious.

If he can just keep it here, if he can just hold off long enough to figure out what to do—

Another slash comes down on his arm and he yells, tempest tongue dying in his throat. That one fucking hurt.

He throws a handful of dirt up just to see if maybe it will blind them or give them a moment’s pause but no. The dirt just sinks into it like some fucking nightmare vacuum. The next strike collides.

“Virgil? Virgil?”

“What the fuck is that thing?”

“It’s draining him, move!”

“Hang on, Virgil, we’re coming!”

“Don’t you fucking dare hit him again!”

The figure turns, only to jump out of the way when Remus’s Morningstar smashes into the ground where they had been standing. Remus growls, ripping it out of the soil and swinging again. The figure parries the blow only to let out an inhuman wail as Roman’s sword slices its arm.

“Get the fuck away from him,” Remus snarls.

“Back!” Roman swings again, driving them away from Virgil. “Back, foul beast!”

“Don’t insult them by comparing the beasts to whatever the fuck this is.”

Logan rushes up before Virgil can open his mouth to ask what the fuck is going on, dropping to his knees and pressing something warm to Virgil’s chest.

“Virge? Virge, stay with me,” he calls softly, “come on, it’s alright, we’re here now.”

“How—“ Virgil gasps as his chest starts to…resolidify? “How did you—what? How?”

“Oh, Virgil,” Logan murmurs, rubbing whatever the miracle thing on his chest is in small circles, “did you really think we never noticed that you were trying to fight them by yourself?”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

“Shh,” he soothes, helping Virgil up into a seated position, “it’s okay. We’re not mad. Just worried. You’re hurt.”

“Fuck!”

“Just stab them, Ro.”

“I’m trying!”

Despite himself, Virgil huffs a laugh as he leans against Logan. “Are they—we should help.”

“You,” Logan says sternly, “will sit here and let me finish making sure you won’t be drained. The twins can handle themselves.”

Still, Virgil’s heart stays in his throat until he spies something else running up the hill. A shadow beast, a massive one.

“Logan, look out—”

Logan turns and—

Who the fuck gave Logan a gun?

The shadow beast has flopped over onto its side and dissipated, Logan already back to tending to Virgil’s wound but the time Virgil’s dizzy, half-drained brain figures out what just happened.

“You…you shot it.”

Logan quirks an eyebrow. “You sound surprised.”

“Remus!”

“Get back!”

“What the hell is it doing?”

“It’s growing, shit, Ro, we gotta fall back.”

“Guard Logan, check on Virgil, I’m right behind you!”

The twins rush up and form a guard around Logan and Virgil as the shadow figure swells. Virgil’s eyes widen as it growls, growing larger and larger and larger still until the shadows look strapped at the seams, fit to burst. It grows claws. It grows teeth. It grows more limbs than he can count.

It leers down at them and opens a gaping, black maw.

“Now!”

Roman crouches down to shield him as dirt flies up around them. Logan bends in too as something equally massive soars overhead. Virgil manages to peek between Roman and Remus to see a blur of green tackle the monster.

“Is that…is that Patton?”

“I believe it’s ‘Lily Pad-ton,’” Logan corrects wryly as the twins snicker, “but…yes.”

Judging by the roar of the monster, he’s doing something.

“Where’s Janus,” he hears Roman hiss, “he should’ve been here by now.”

“There!”

Remus points and Virgil spots a fucking enormous yellow snake unhinging its jaw. The monster howls as it starts to vanish down the snake’s gullet.

“Holy fuck.”

“I think Janny’s hungry.”

“Pissed off, more like.” Roman lays a hand protectively on Virgil’s shoulder, squeezing encouragingly as Virgil gasps at the contact. “Whatever that thing is hurt Virgil.”

Remus growls in assent.

The thing in Virgil’s chest starts to burn hotter. Logan shushes him gently as he whines in pain.

“It’s alright, Virgil, you’re almost done. We’re right here, just breathe.”

“You’re safe, sweetheart,” Roman murmurs as he starts to list side to side, “we’ve got you.”

“Nothing’s gonna fucking touch you,” he hears Remus snarl as he passes out, “promise.”

He comes to an indeterminate amount of time later, laid out on the couch, his head in Patton’s lap. He blinks.

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, stroking his hair, “you feel any better?”

“Um, yeah,” he mumbles, turning a little and wincing at the pull in his chest, “what…what happened?”

“We won.” Roman pats his arm. “All safe now. You did great.”

“All I did was lie there.”

“Yeah, and you did great.” He winks.

Virgil’s gaze rolls around to catch Logan setting down a glass of water and crouching by his head.

“L?”

“You’re all better physically,” Logan says softly, “but it might take some time for you to feel like it. Just take it easy for a while.”

“And that means,” comes Remus’s voice from over the couch, “you gotta let us help defend you too.”

Virgil flushes. “But it’s not your job.”

“Are you insinuating that our job is not to take care of you?” Roman holds his hand to his chest in a mock gasp. “Because that is rude.”

Patton gives his hair a gentle tug. “We’re gonna look after you, kiddo, you deserve it.”

“I—um…” Virgil swallows heavily. “But if I dealt with it properly you wouldn’t have to.”

A soft hiss comes from the chair. Virgil looks and sees Janus sitting there, one leg crossed over the other. He smiles softly.

“You can let us help you, sweetie,” he murmurs, “rest for a little. Don’t try and take on the Subconscious by yourself.”

“…okay.” He squints. “Wait, why are you all the way over there?”

“Digesting,” Janus says, completely dignified.

Virgil snorts. “I’m just sad I missed it.”

“Oh, it was fucking epic.”

“Language, kiddo.”

“Oh, come on, you were great—“

Logan chuckles next to his head as Virgil drifts back off to sleep with a smile on his face.

…he is gonna ask who gave Logan a gun after he wakes up properly.

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[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

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[fukurodaze]

you!

pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader genre: fluff, an atsumu and reader meet cute!! word count: 2.1k warnings: light cursing synopsis: atsumu may or may not have developed a tiny crush on karasuno’s substitute manager.

requested by anon <3 aah i’m so sorry i kind of changed the plot slightly :))

special thanks to maddie @prettysetterakaashi​ for the beta <3

LISTEN TO: all about you - nct u

the first time you meet miya atsumu, he is seventeen, wearing his number seven jersey, and so ready to whoop your team’s (and, really, anyone else’s) ass.

the arena is much bigger than you had dreamed - much like the ones you’d seen on television - like the sendai gymnasium, but multiply it by four. it’s loud, overwhelming, and teeming of air-tight pressure. you swear you could almost hear it: the wavering heartbeats, the rolling cameras, the competitive atmosphere.

maybe you had overdressed just a little bit. turned your tracksuit into a stylish oversized-padded-jacket-baggy-pants-tight-shirt situation. (you absolutely blushed when kiyoko said you were pretty today.)

out of the crowd of volleyball players gathered before the opening ceremony, you spot a faux blonde tuft of hair and a loud voice accompanying it. he nags at one of his teammates as he stuffs his coat in his bag. 

broad back. sloped shoulders. the number seven.

“say, is that inarizaki’s setter you talked about from camp?” slightly motioning to the side, you ask your fellow first-year, kageyama tobio.

kageyama nods sharply, “yes. why?”

“yachi told me that if we win the first match, we’ll be up against them. i heard they were runner ups for the last interhigh,” you mutter, “whew, scary.”

and extremely handsome, you want to say.

there’s a pause, and you continue, “i mean, not that we’re guaranteed to win the first match anyways. it’s nationals...”

kageyama shrugs at your statement, “it’s nationals.”

you remember yachi had told you to have faith in the boys. 

so when you heard the whistle on game point announcing karasuno’s victory on the first round, you couldn’t help but mumble an ‘i knew it’ under your breath by the bleachers.

but as you cheered, yellow water bottles in hand, voice an octave higher, you swore you felt a pair of eyes that ogled at you from the second floor. 

your senses were correct - miya atsumu was wondering what kind of volleyball team had someone as cute as you in all of japan. 

“eyes on their plays, not the managers.” miya osamu’s hand lands square on his twin’s back, earning a surprise yelp in response.

“they’re not even playing anymore! they just won!” atsumu gestures dramatically, but he keeps looking your way. 

“well ya better keep yer eyes on the ball tomorrow-”

“-and YOU need ‘ta jump higher for our new quicks.”

osamu sighs, and as they hear their coach calling them down, the two leave the second floor balcony in rare silence. he figures his brother might have developed a little crush on karasuno’s substitute manager. it was always common for his brother to develop some kind of attraction to someone from somewhere far, yet the way atsumu’s staring so intently has him thinking he might actually want to do something about you. 

“you’re weird,” osamu snickers.

atsumu furrows his brows in joking offence. “-isn’t that, like, rude?”

atsumu wasn’t, isn’t, and will never be the kind of guy who loses sight of the ball. ever. 

he reckons his peripheral vision has widened for this match and this match only, seeing as he feels an extra pair of eyes on him.

for some reason, he feels the need to play around a bit more today.

his sets vary even more in tempo, he’s spiked more than usual, and he can’t stop moving. it doesn’t help either that inarizaki’s ten-point lead in the second set only fuels his playtime. anything to rack up some more points.

although he’s stuck with jump floaters, he thinks flipping off karasuno’s super libero is almost enough to make up for his lack of jump serves, so he savours every time he’s in the back right, ready to serve. 

he doesn’t mind the gasps that come out of your mouth when he lands a service ace, either.

and as the set point goes to inarizaki with a lead that just seemed so right, atsumu promises himself to come up to you once inarizaki wins. 

he knows he’s going to win. 

his shoes feel light on the rubber floor, like he could squat down and bend back and jump up all he wants. his muscles are working hard, and his senses are on point. 

when he looks around, seeing the teammates he knows can catch his sets and karasuno preparing their defense, his eyes instead flutter to you, in the corner on the benches, holding desperately onto two yellow water bottles. you’re wearing a normal tracksuit this time, but he still thinks it’s cute. 

he tries not to think of you between rallies. not about how he’d like to see you cheer for him when he crushes your team. not about how he’s found the perfect dinner spot near the gymnasium to take you out to after the win. not about the satisfaction he’ll feel after seeing little tobio’s defeat and your hand in his. (assuming that a first date involves holding hands - atsumu’s never been on one.)

so, with only the third set left to win, atsumu doesn’t bother asking what could go wrong. because he knows to make sure that nothing, nothing at all, will result in a loss for inarizaki. 

oh, how he was wrong. 

when karasuno’s frustratingly good first year duo blocks his ball and sends it plummeting to the edge of the court, atsumu knows that the whistle that follows means that this might even be the last time he sees you this year - and what if you’re not at nationals next year?

the sting of losing comes first as the usual shaking hands and lining up to bow commences after the game, and as he says some last words to his teammates and school, he catches sight of you hugging the team’s other beautiful manager. you have tears of joy threatening to fall out of the corners of your eyes, and he admits you look precious with the edges of your mouth upturned and your cheekbones raised in a victorious smile. 

he wants to see you like this with him. although he doesn’t know you at all, he doesn’t want to miss you; yet he can’t pinpoint why.

so after calling to hinata and telling him he’ll “set for him someday” (it was half-spite and half-promise, but it came out as a threat), atsumu’s gaze fixes on the back of the other side of the court at the benches where you are. 

“‘tsumu, let’s go,” osamu calls back at him, and it brings him back to reality.

except reality’s a loss where he doesn’t get to see you in his life ever again. and though he’ll accept the outcome of a national-level volleyball match, he knows he can do something to at least catch up with you - he’s still got a few days in tokyo, after all.

“ah screw it!” atsumu mumbles to himself, and begins to suck up his pride. what he’s about to do will be either extremely embarrassing or extremely endearing, he thinks.

he walks up to the karasuno bench where you’re at the side, packing up the water bottles in a duffle bag to carry. you’re squatting down, unseeing of him, until there are a few footsteps and the feeling of a person behind you. you turn around, and it makes you stand up quickly.

you look at the setter, bleached hair untoned and face oddly satisfying to look at. you had paid a little too much attention to him during the opening ceremony, and though you had suppressed the knowledge of his ogling at you from yesterday, you can’t help but feel your attraction to the setter worsen with him right in front of you.

“you. meet me at the entrance,” atsumu invites, and though his face is obviously burning red, something about his words make your heart pump a little too fast.

it doesn’t take much contemplation to figure out your answer is yes. yet, somehow, saying yes while your heart suddenly changes its pace takes a little bit more time than you thought.

you’re about to reply when you see osamu call his brother loudly, making atsumu’s eyes go wide in embarrassment. you stifle a laugh, and you give him a subtle nod, though judging by the way he runs like he’s chasing an out-of-bounds ball, you reckon he might not have seen you. 

again, you’re correct - atsumu thinks he’s just witnessed his own death, running fast at one of his only attempts at ever asking someone out. 

how does one ask someone out? is it, like, ‘hey, wanna go on a date’? or is it, like, ‘hey i like you and i think you’re pretty and i tried to find you on instagram but i don’t know your name’? he agrees with himself that it’s safer to say the former.

atsumu is pulled back to his team, embarrassment seeping through his senses from his asking out on top of that familiar sting of losing. he changes into his sweatpants and jacket in silence, backpack worn tightly around his shoulders as the rest of the team walks through the venue.

“'samu, have you ever been turned down by a girl?” atsumu tries his best not to sound like he’s sulking (he is).

osamu hums, “what did you do to karasuno’s manager?”

“ugh, not telling.”

meanwhile, burning excitement and far-fetched fantasies finally hit you. 

your heart now beats fast - maybe not as fast as when karasuno had anticipated atsumu’s serve, but still fast - and you’re not sure what kinds of chances you’ll get in the future. 

there is an internal debate: there’s no denying the mutual attraction, so why stop? you want to tell yourself that nationals is for volleyball and for you to fill in for your friend yachi, but his words repeat themselves in your head, and it’s only mere seconds that pass before you know exactly what to do.

you come up to kiyoko, and she replies with a kind hum. you ask, “can i go... uh, buy some souvenirs real quick? i’ll bring this bag with the water bottles with me.”

she looks around first, “ah, how long will you be gone?”

“not long.”

“well, the boys are going to change, so, alright. don’t get lost, okay?”

“okay!” your feet bring you out of the court area, and into the maze of the gymnasium. (you have no idea where you’re going.)

it makes you think; is this all worth it for the stranger miya atsumu? maybe. maybe not. but you’ve gotten the chance - might as well take it. 

there are things you whisper to yourself as you run around the foyer, unsure of which entrance he’d be most likely to meet you in, so you end up running to all of them. there are around five entrances total.

“this is so stupid,” is one of the things you whisper to yourself.

“he’s not even that cute,” is another.

“why couldn’t he just ask me out normally?” a sigh at the second entrance.

“ugh, but he’s... so good at volleyball,” a remark at the third entrance.

and finally, at the fifth entrance all the way at the back, “you!” 

that is when you spot that familiar tuft of untoned bleached hair, swept to the left, his maroon club jacket replacing his jersey. you hope you’re not seeing a mirage, seeing as he hadn’t looked back when you first exclaimed of your presence. 

your voice is louder and more embarrassing than his, “miya atsumu!”

now he looks. 

now he turns red.

you see his brother osamu with some kind of amused grin as you grab onto the setter’s club jacket, dragging him somewhere. you mumble an ‘excuse me’ to his brother, and he surprisingly nods.

when you drag atsumu into a secluded corner still inside the venue, his face is bright red like you remember it. you let go of his arm, and it makes you cringe to see how you had literally just pulled japan’s number one high school setter by his sleeve.

“what was that?” atsumu fixes his bag. he tries to hide his incoming grin.

“you- you told me to meet you at the entrance,” you fumble with the ends of your jacket, “so i did.”

“huh,” atsumu mutters, matter-of-factly. he sounds amused. he looks at you with a smile. “i’m glad.”

there’s a silence as he offers to carry your bag. you let him.

“i know this place near this venue, do you- do you want to go there sometime?”

your ears perk up - it’s exactly what you want to hear. now, there is no contemplation.

you inhale. “yeah. i would like that.”

atsumu takes a deep breath, and he smiles like a happy child. you tell him your full name, and he tells you his, even though he knows you already know it.

it turns out, the first time you really meet miya atsumu, he is seventeen, wearing his dishevelled maroon club jacket, and so not ready to miss you.

and thank god; he was definitely going to see you again.

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