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navybrat817 · 9 months

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Sign the Dotted Line

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You discuss the terms with Estelle and wait the week before seeing Andy again. Word Count: Over 3.5k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, tension, slight insecurities, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had a hard time relaxing after your meeting with Andy. You couldn’t put your finger on why you were wound up. The discussion went well, even better than you expected. Andy wasn’t pushy considering the power he wielded, but also wasn’t a pushover when you questioned him or offered alternatives. He conducted himself the way you needed him to, both professionally and personally. If he hadn’t, you’d have a much harder time going along with his contact.

So why am I so restless?

Estelle, once again reminding you why she was one of the best friends a girl could have, stopped by your place with wine and pizza. “You were not about to tell me over the phone what happened. Once I get this passed out, dish.”

Your friend was unusually quiet as you gave her the rundown of the meeting and terms you agreed to. It meant a lot that she listened, but you expected her to chime in once or twice with her opinion as she refilled your glasses of wine. Was she thinking carefully about what to say or did she not have anything to add?

“I have three questions for you,” she said, drumming her manicured nails along her glass. “First, why didn’t you accept his higher offer for more money each month?”

There it is.

“Because it was an excessive amount of money considering he’s going to pay my bills and rent, along with getting me a new wardrobe AND a personal driver. Unless I’m going out with you or our friends, it doesn’t sound like I’m going to pay for anything.”

Saying it out loud made you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Everything you had was because you worked for it. Soon, you wouldn't even work at the diner. To think the next nine months you wouldn’t work? It didn't sound real.

It didn't sound like you.

“All I'm saying is you could’ve used that extra money for savings,” she pointed out with a raise of her glass. “Or to stock up on wine.”

You snorted a bit, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m still going to put money aside for savings, but the amount he’s going to spend taking care of me? It’s a lot.”

“Doesn’t sound like it’s much to him if he agreed so easily.”

“It’s a lot to me,” you said under your breath.

And I’m not about to take advantage of him.

Andy was going to take care of you like he promised. You had no doubt about that. The world he lived in, maybe it wouldn’t make much of a difference in his bank account to take on your debt for the next nine months. You weren’t going to push for more money when he was giving you the world and then some.

Estelle smiled into her glass. “I haven’t met the guy yet, but I think he likes you because you’re a good person. I mean, he wants you to have dinners with him so he can talk to you and to get to know you even more,” she said, leaning forward when you tried to look away. “Which brings me to my second question. How do you feel about the ‘no sex’ in the contract?”

Your stomach sank a bit, making you wonder if that was why you felt restless when you should’ve been happy. “Is it bad if I say it hurts my ego a little?”

It was irrational to have a bit of a bruised ego. Andy gave you an explanation as to why he didn’t add that clause and it made perfect sense. The fantasy that he wanted you still played out in your mind though. But what would wanting him lead you to? What did you have to offer him besides companionship?

“A little? Mine would’ve hurt a lot,” she joked, causing your face to fall more as your thoughts crushed you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by that. Just because he doesn't have it in the contract doesn't mean he isn't attracted to you. Didn’t you say he complimented the dress, which we knew you looked hot in? And your smile?”

"He did,” you answered, heat creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with the wine. “But Andy is like a full course meal. What the hell am I?"

Estelle wadded up her napkin and threw it at your head, which you dodged. "So are you. If you don't believe me, at least consider yourself to be dessert or a fine wine," she said. You wouldn’t, but you weren’t about to tell her that. "And you know what? I respect the man a hell of a lot more for not adding anything sexual to the contract.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You said if something happened, he wanted it to be natural or organic. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He wants to seduce you the old fashioned way. And I say let him. You can start by taking some of that money he gave you and buy some fancy lingerie.”

You finished your glasses, wondering what Andy liked. Did he like something simple and classic? What colors would get his attention? "I was going to pay you back for the dress and the shoes," you told her.

With a wrinkle of her nose, she snatched the bottle from the table "Those were a gift and I won't accept any money back," she said, pouring the rest of the wine into her glass. You figured that was what she'd say. "And because you offended me, no more wine for you."

"You’re the one who brought that bottle, so your rules," you reminded her as she shot you a look. "Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered to pay you back for my present."

Estelle nodded after a moment. "Good. That's good practice for when Andy buys you something just because and you try to pay him back."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but she had a point. You would probably try to pack him back whether he wanted it or not. "Is it really paying him back if it's with his own money?"

She pretended to think it over before laughing. "Probably not," she said as you stood up to take your glass to the sink. "Hey, I didn't ask my third question."

"Fire when ready."

"Do you really want to give it a week when you have your mind made up?"

Estelle knew you all too well. Even if you hadn't told her from the start that you planned to sign the contract, she would've figured it out. "The time frame was his call."

While it did give you time to think it through, surely he had to get things in order, too. Like your new place. God, you couldn't believe you were going to move into his building.

"You could ask him to move up the date? Worst thing he could say is 'no'."

Maybe.

"Yeah," you said, going to sit back down with a huff. "Are you sure you don't mind being in the know of this? And having to keep it under wraps?"

"Are you kidding? It's an honor you asked me," she said, holding her head high with such confidence you had to smile. "I got your back."

"Thanks, Estelle," you said.

She waved her hand dismissively, but had a smile on her face. "Don't mention it."

"Okay. Now enough about me," you smiled. "Tell me about your day."

"Well," she smirked, tilting her head as she paused dramatically. "I may have found a guy for Wendy."

Your eyes lit up, happy you asked. Wendy was another friend of yours who hadn’t dated in awhile. "Tell me everything."

You managed to keep your focus on Estelle as she told you about the gorgeous guy she met in a coffee shop who was just Wendy’s type. You wondered how different things would've been had you and Andy met that way. Would it change your story? Would you be where you were now?

Staring at your phone when Estelle went to use the bathroom, you debated whether or not to text Andy. You just saw him earlier today and he had a business dinner. How desperate would you look asking him to move the contract date up?

"Fuck it," you muttered, snatching the device and quickly typing out a message. Communication was key. Like honesty.

"I don't want to wait a week, but I understand if we have to. I hope your dinner went well."

“BOO!” You nearly dropped your phone when Estelle smacked the couch behind you. "You messaged him, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you giggled, holding your chest to calm your pounding heart. "Told him I didn't want to wait a week, but understood if we had to."

"Hopefully he listens. Well, he will if he wants to get in your pants."

"Stop," you giggled as your phone went off, holding your breath as you read the message.

"I'd rather have dinner with you. And I understand you don’t want to wait, but what was it you said about anticipation?"

Using anticipation against me.

"Fine, Daddy."

The three dots popped up immediately as he typed. "You're teasing me, honey."

"Maybe. I'll see you in a week."

“Looking forward to it, but one more thing I forgot to mention. I’d like a witness for the contract signing.”

"Are you two sexting?" Estelle asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"No," you smiled.

Just called him 'Daddy'.

"But he's sticking it out for the week," you said, only a little disappointed. He did have to draw up a contract. “And we need a witness for the signing. I’d like it to be you.”

"Ooh. He's making you wait for it," she said, giving you a small smile. "Give me the time and date and I’ll be there."

“Thanks,” you smiled, sending Andy back a message. “Estelle volunteered.”

“Perfect.”

“One more week and he’s yours,” Estelle smiled.

"One more week."

It really was the longest week of your life to wait to see Andy again, but today was the day.

Your heart beat fast as you and Estelle went into the building and went through the motions with the security guard. You half expected Irene to tell you Andy didn’t have an appointment with you as you made your way to the office. It was silly to think he’d back out, but your nerves were getting the better of you. And why?

Because you hadn’t heard from Andy. Not once. You kept looking at the door expectantly during your shifts at the diner, only to be met with disappointment when he didn’t show. You also didn’t want to admit how many times you checked your phone to see if he reached out. The man had more important things to do than visit or text you.

“Cheer up,” Estelle told you in the elevator. You felt bad. You were sulking and you didn’t try to hide it. Part of that scared you because why did it matter that he had gone radio silent?

“You don’t think he changed his mind, do you?”

“No. He’s just a busy man. Get out of your head.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed.

You led Estelle to the office, expecting to see Irene. All you saw was an empty desk. The light above her chair was off, too. The double doors were shut. Maybe it was a sign. This was too good to be true.

Andy was too good to be true.

“There you are,” you heard as the double doors opened.

“Holy shit,” Estelle breathed, almost making you elbow her.

“Andy,” you said, not quite smiling when you caught sight of him. He didn’t have a blazer on and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. “I was just-”

“Irene wasn’t feeling well, so I sent her home for the day. Come on in.”

“Can you give us a minute?” You asked your friend, who raised an eyebrow in response.

“Yeah. I’ll be here,” she said, taking a seat. Once Andy's back was turned, she mouthed, "Hot!"

Yeah, he is.

You clutched your bag a little tighter as you walked in, reminding yourself to breathe as Andy shut the door. “We’re still doing this?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“Of course, we are,” he said, pulling out the chair that you sat in a week before. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No. Truthfully, I thought you changed your mind.”

Andy paused before he took his seat. “I have no reason to back out. I offered and want this. I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word. I’m happy to prove that to you if you don’t believe me,” he said, carefully looking you over as blood rushed to your cheeks. “What made you think I’d change my mind?”

You shook your head. “It’s silly.”

“It isn’t silly to me,” he said, sweeping his gaze over you once again. “You’re stiff, honey, and you’re barely looking me in the eye. What’s going on? What do I need to do to put you at ease?”

You swallowed a little. “It was a long week to think it over and I hadn’t heard from you. Because of that, I wasn’t sure if you maybe decided to change your mind,” you explained, lifting your eyes to meet his. You were met with concern and care. “Silly, right?”

“No, it isn’t,” he assured you, sliding a small packet across the table to give you a chance to look at the top page. It was the contact. He really put it together. “May I explain?”

“Of course,” you whispered.

He surprised you by moving his chair around the table so he was beside you instead of across from you. “First, I’m sorry my silence caused any doubt. That wasn’t my intention. I only wanted to give you time to think things through,” he said, his tone gentle as he tapped the contract with his finger. “Would I have this here if I wanted to change my mind?”

“No, I don’t think,” you said, feeling a bit small.

“Second,” he said, a small smile on his face as he took out his phone. “I was the last one to message you. Maybe I didn’t want to bombard you between work.”

You stared at his phone and realized he was right. The last thing he sent was “Perfect.” regarding Estelle was your witness. You never said anything else. God, you were an idiot.

“So you were waiting to hear back from me?” You tried to tease as his smile widened. It was a handsome look. “Okay. So. I may have let my nerves get the better of me. I’m sorry. I just really want this to work.”

It took a lot for you to say that, but there was no judgment from him as he placed his hand over yours.

“So do I, honey,” he said in a low voice. “For the record, you can message me whenever you want. It won’t bother me.”

“Ditto,” you said before you cringed.

Ditto? Really? So eloquent.

He chuckled as he handed you a pen, leaning in a bit closer and giving you a chance to catch that cologne of his you loved. You’d never be able to smell it again without thinking of him. “As long as you’re okay and ready, would you like to start?”

“Yes, I would,” you smiled, sparing him another glance. “Thank you, Andy.”

He didn’t have to put you at ease. He could’ve easily laughed you off as sounding clingy or desperate, but he soothed your nerves. You shouldn’t have expected anything less from an ex-lawyer and, what you believed to be, a good man.

“Of course,” he said, going to the door to get Estelle. “Come in. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, smiling as she shook Andy’s hand. “Heard a lot about you.”

A pange of jealousy settled in your chest when Andy chuckled, making you look away. Estelle was the kind of woman Andy should be with. She belonged in his world. But she wouldn’t do anything. She was a good friend and knew you were at the very least attached to Andy.

I need to get a grip.

You had no idea why the voice in your head was being so cruel to you. First the assumption about Andy backing out and now this. It needed to stop.

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule to be here. I realize there are some stigmas when it comes to contracts, so I want you to know I have her best interest at heart.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Estelle asked, winking at you as she sat down and squashing those nerves once more.

“I also have an NDA for you to sign,” Andy added as he took a seat again beside you and leveled your friend with a look. “I don’t really care what people say about me if word gets out. It won't make a difference. I won’t, however, have them slander her. So I’m trusting you to protect her.”

Estelle’s eyebrows shot up as did yours. Andy’s reputation meant a lot more than yours, yet it was you he was worried about. “You are so authoritative and bossy. No wonder you're in charge,” she said, grabbing a pen for herself. "I'll sign whatever you put in front of me."

“Okay then,” Andy smiled, tilting the paper so both of you could look together. “Let’s get started.”

Andy carefully read over each section, giving both you and Estelle a chance to object or stop him. Everything discussed was accounted for. The length of the contract, job, living arrangements, expenses, travel, he had it all. No red flags jumped out. Nothing of concern. You saw no reason to object when he stated everything as agreed.

“Any questions?” He asked, like he had after every portion.

“Back to the living arrangements,” Estelle said, pointing her pen at him. “I want to be there when she moves in.”

“You do?” You questioned with a look. “You hate moving.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on doing any of the heavy lifting,” she teased. She usually paid people for that. “But I insist on seeing your building and where she’s going to live. I may ask to see your place, too.”

His place? Why?

Andy appeared surprised by the request as well. “My place? Is that necessary?”

“If you plan on having her there, yes. I want to make sure it’s safe. I get that she’s your sugar baby once she signs the dotted line, but she’s my best friend. She was before she met you and she will be once this contract ends. You want to protect her? So do I.”

Andy hummed thoughtfully. “What do you think?” he asked you.

You would feel more comfortable with someone you trusted there. Not that you didn't trust Andy, but the situation wasn't normal and you understood Estelle’s insistence. Still, seeing his place? Was she being a bit nosy? Was she curious about the man?

She's looking out for me.

“I think that’s fine, all things considered,” you replied.

“Okay. You’ll be there when she moves in and you’re welcome to see my place,” Andy agreed.

“With me there,” you added. She had no reason to see Andy’s place all by herself.

“Duh,” Estelle smiled with a wave of her hand. “Proceed.”

Minutes later, Andy finished and signed the document when you didn't raise any concerns. He slid the last page in your direction and your hand trembled a bit as you went to sign. You caught a look of worry on Estelle’s face when you hesitated. You were so close.

“Honey?” Andy asked so softly you almost missed it.

“I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word.”

With an exhale, you signed your name. This was it. For the next nine months, you’d belong to Andy. Well, in some ways.

Andy’s smile warmed your heart as he passed the sheet to Estelle. Her smile was bright enough to light up the room as she signed. She was thrilled for you.

And you allowed yourself to feel happy, too.

“You’re officially a sugar baby!” Estelle said, quickly signing the NDA as you and Andy exchanged a look. You wished you knew what he was thinking. “We need to celebrate.”

Andy cleared his throat. “Actually, I was kind of hoping I could steal her away for a bit after I make her a copy of this.”

“You were?” You and Estelle asked in unison.

“Yeah,” he smiled as he got to his feet. He practically towered over you where you sat. “I want to take you to the diner myself so you can turn in your notice. What do you say?”

You smiled as Estelle clapped her hands together. “Let’s go.”

After that, you could celebrate the next chapter in your life.

It's official! Here we go! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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leqonsluv3r · 1 month

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funeral

—your boyfriend leon supports you after you start your new job, a drabble

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an: this is so self indulgent because i just started my new job. i needed to write this though, to get it out of my system and to stay somewhat active. imagine whatever leon you desire, used re2 for aesthetic purposes <33

you were tired.

so very tired after your first day. you just wanted to crawl under the sheets and let your cramping legs wither away.

you kept running through the day with images encompassing your mind, like snapshots of the day passing through a slideshow. you had been up since 5:30 am, it was now 4:30 pm and you had just gotten home from your shift.

you were beat, worn out and just wanted to wither underneath the sheets. to just relax and not move a singular muscle. even reading, your favorite pastime, sounded tedious and the idea made your head throb.

serving senior citizens, the breakfast and lunch shift. it was rewarding but grueling, so tiring and your back ached. the coworker that you shadowed just smiled, saying; “you’ll get used to it after a while.” and you hoped, you really fucking did.

because how you would do this five days out of the week, you had no idea. you had no clue. you knew that you needed the money, that you needed the stability even though leon, your boyfriend, lived with you.

you had been financially unstable as a kid, could count on both hands how many times you’ve had to move. because rent was just too much for your single mother, or the neighbors picked a fight, or your moms terrible ex boyfriend knew you & your mothers current address.

that was enough to push you to work yourself to the bone, even leon, saying that it wasn’t a good idea. and he was a cop, he had been for two years. he’d seen shit, worked himself overtime. and if they didn’t live together, they’d never see each other. hence, them living in a one bedroom apartment together.

but if leon was telling her to slow down, to take it easy, you knew it was going to be tough. it was going to take all of you to have the life you dreamed of. going back to school in august, seemed like a pipe dream after your first day at your new job.

because how would you ever have time?

and you feared this, you feared the loss of the future that was so close in your reach but…just not within shot of your fingertips.

but you were grateful for leon, for him and just…how he made things so much better. he just loved you, supported you and knew how stubborn you were to prove yourself, despite the reassurances that you would be fine. that things would just work out, he had been in the trenches too once, as a child, he had made it out.

but you couldn’t compare your childhood to his, it was awful in different ways, it wasn’t worse. wasn’t something that could be measured. it just was. it was the past though. and you were desperate to prove yourself to leon, to your kid self deep inside of you and to the others that have told you that you wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.

because you could. and you would.

just to prove them all wrong.

you were beat.

only your second shift shadowing someone and you were a goner, your back was killing you and your feet ached. you wish you could just win the lottery sometimes so you didn’t have to work yourself to the bone just for some money.

leon was helpful, he rubbed your feet, massaged your back and pressed kisses everywhere he needed to. he was supporting you, the thought and idea alone made you want to cry. because you didn’t feel appreciated, no one had showed it up until this point. but leon had, he’d cheered you on despite his skepticism of you taking on a larger workload.

you loved him so much, so much that it hurt.

and that was maybe all worth it in some sense, to have him to come home too. it made things easier, made you feel cherished and loved, even considered in the sense that he knew what you were sacrificing.

what he sacrificed everyday he went to work and put on his uniform.

you couldn’t imagine a world without leon, in any timeline, any universe he didn’t exist, was an unlucky one. a very unfortunate one. one that you never wanted to be a part of.

in the weeks that followed as you continued your new job, he just kept saying sweet things, buying you flowers and books from your TBR list and cheering you on. “your doing great, baby. i’m so fucking proud of you.” or “i’m so grateful for you, your so appreciated.” or your personal favorite, “i love you so much, beautiful. so strong, so kind and sweet.”

and that was enough, it was enough.

even though your hands were dry from washing copious amounts of dishes, your back hurt from standing for so long or your feet were killing you, or your mind was swirled with exhaustion. it pushed you, it made you want to push forward, it was hard. but with leon loving and supporting you, holding your hand and kissing your exhaustion and stress away…it was enough.

you didn’t think that without him you would’ve made it this far, that you would’ve pushed past the boundaries that you did. but you were thankful for him, for everything he did for you.

you wouldn’t be able to push forward alone, you’d likely fall. and leon would be there to catch you…

every.

single.

time.

an: this isn’t the update i promised, i know. but i just needed to write something. to deal with this change in my life and what better way to do that then with writing something about leon??? but anyways, pls like, reblog and interact with my masterlist linked at the beginning. let me know if you wanna join my taglist (also linked). i’ll have a oneshot up soon, pinky promise. i love you all, kisses. xx

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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yandere nbc hannibal with a very chill fem darling? like he kidnaps her and she’s just like ‘i don’t have to pay rent or work and you’ll feed me and love me unconditionally?? bet sign me up’ lmao i think that would be me. idk just random domestic headcanons would be nice 😩😭

YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

this would also be me (but with like, much more added fear💀) at least i’d have part of my life sorted

i’ll do a drabble and then put some domestic headcanons down for u💗

TW: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship, implied kidnapping and false imprisonment, manipulation reader is female

NBC!Hannibal x Accepting Female!Reader💗🌷 (and domestic headcanons)

Domestic headcanons under the cut:)

On the surface, from the minute he took you, it seemed as if you were simply in too much shock to properly respond to what he had just done.

From the lack of fighting, screaming, crying, or begging like he had expected, Hannibal just assumed perhaps your mind had switched itself to survival instinct. To be as kind and patient with him as possible from the fear he may harm or kill you

And Hannibal loves the fact you’re so accepting of the sudden situation, it makes accepting being with him much easier and means he is able to be so much more lenient with restricting your freedom within the house.

He adores how you’ll obey any command without question, sitting when asked to or retreating to another room when he needs you to leave momentarily.

On the surface, it does seem like everything is alright.

But below? He’s concerned for you, quite a bit.

Sure, he presumed you were simply in shock, and it should've worn off the more he slyly therapised you, but each time you became more and more accepting of his i healthy obsession towards you, and his constant affections.

It worried him greatly that perhaps you’d developed stockholm syndrome. He wanted your devoted love, not some sick loyalty.

He was also concerned that perhaps you were trying to earn his trust to run away

So, he brought his concerns up with you one night over dinner, mentioning how ‘well behaved’ you’ve been and how you should think of a ‘reward’

((*hint hint* “please tell me why you’re being so obedient, darling. *hint hint*))

“I don’t want a reward Hanni, I just like living here with you. it’s free and I don’t have to work” you reply nonchalantly, barely lifting your eyes away from the food as you eat

Hes a little insulted that you view him more as a home and money bank, but happy nonetheless that you see him as the sole provider and have to rely on him only for food and shelter

You can tell that you’ve insulted him a little, so that evening whilst he’s reading in his study you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, asking when he’s coming to bed because you can’t sleep without him

(He forgives you forever)

Hey, it’s a win-win.

Most chores in the house have already been completed before you’ve even noticed something needs to be cleaned. Hannibal takes care of it for you, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t little things you can do

Hannibal will not let you cook. no no no. He’s worried his ‘special eating habits’ will undo all the love you have for him and you’ll run away, or worse, cease to love him at all.

He lets you wash the dishes instead, snaking his arms around your waist from behind when you take too long.

Dusting the corners of the bookshelf, only Hannibal persuades you to climb down from the ladder since “it doesn’t need to be dusted”

(Hes actually just scared you’ll fall)

Loves spending his off days with you quietly reading whilst you sit in his lap, one hand on the book and the other running through your hair

When he trusts you enough, he’ll start bringing you out.

Never to his parties, no. Nobody can know you’re with him since your disappearance, but he’ll roam the woods with you or take you somewhere nice and secluded, letting you babble away at whatever current thing you’re interested in

Which, speaking of babbling, he loves hearing you talk. Tell him anything and he’ll listen intently, eyes softening at the sound of your voice

#slasher headcanons #slashers #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal headcanons #yandere hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal x you #yandere hannibal fic #hannibal x you #hannibal headcanons #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal fic #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter fic #male yandere

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yippeecahier · 1 year

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NGL, I come from a place of privilege, given that I am under 25 and have no debt.

I have about $30,000 in assets - just my savings, car, tech, jewelry, and all my worldly goods that could be resold put together, at their current value. If I lost that 30k, which is really just (one) medical emergency away from bankruptcy, I would have to strip everything for the cash. In just cash alone, I'm not even close enough for a downpayment on a starter home, a multi year endeavor.

By comparison, millionaires such as Lady Gaga (130 million) and Keanu Reeves (380 million) are far above me. To be on the same level, I would have to earn and retain in financial or asset form, $129,970,000 or $379,970,000 respectively. Anything I spent on rent, insurance, gas, food, medicine, and other consumables that can't be resold doesn't count towards that net worth total.

That's a lot. But this pales in comparison to billionaires such as Jeff Bezos (117 billion) and Elon Musk (191 billion). I would have to retain $116,999,970,000 and $190,999,970,000 respectively. At my current income of $50k, which is above the median income for people with my level of education, assuming I magically don't need to spend any money on consumables and can just bank it all:

It would take me 2,599 years and 146 days to obtain Lady Gaga's wealth, or almost 26 CENTURIES.

It would take me 7,599 years and 146 days to obtain Keanu Reeve's wealth, or almost 76 CENTURIES.

It would take me 2,339,999 years and 146 days to obtain Jeff Bezo's wealth, or almost 2,340 MILLENIA.

It would take me 3,899,999 years to obtain Elon Musk's wealth. It would take me nearly 3,900 MILLENIA.

Oh, this is after having paid off all my debt and with my existing assets, by the way. For even Lady Gaga, the least wealthy of this list, I would have to work tirelessly from before the Roman Empire was even founded.

But that's just me, a college-educated middle-class American citizen who is both debt and child-free.

It's much more fascinating to compare these to each other.

Lady Gaga makes $25 million a year.

Keanu Reeves makes $40 million a year.

So, if I deduct what these millionaires already have in assets and divide the total of the billionaire's assets by their income to find how many years of just banking money (no consumables):

Lady Gaga would have to bank another $116,870,000,000 to have Jeff Bezo's wealth. Assuming she stops spending on consumables like food or whatever and every penny of her $25 million income goes into future asset wealth, it would still take Lady Gaga 4,674 years and 293 days for her to obtain Bezo's wealth.

Keanu Reeves would have to bank another $190,620,000,000 to achieve Elon Musk's wealth. Again, in a fantasy world where Keanu doesn't have to feed and clothe himself, it would take him 4,765 years and 6 months to obtain Elon Musk's wealth.

The gap between the assets of famous multimillionaires like Lady Gaga and Keanu Reeves (who make MILLIONS every year) and that of famous multi-billionaires is a little less than HALF what it would take me to become as wealthy as Lady Gaga at my income level, which is, again, above the median. I could never achieve that wealth in my entire fucking lifetime, because, even if I assumed my income would go up and actually outpace inflation, I still need to eat and I can only use my body for labor until I'm 80, tops, which is only 56 years of work and nowhere near the thousands.

This sounds very conspiracy-brain, but sometimes I think the United States deliberately undermines math education and the corresponding understanding of how to problem-solve and comprehend magnitude of these kinds of numbers. Because if kids sat down and did the math, they just might realize that there is no way to become this rich on your own hard work.

Sure, you can invest in the stock market - but that's gambling. Most people might be able to hamper the effects of inflation on their asset values with stock investment.

The American dream is a lie.

The middle class is closer to becoming homeless than they are to becoming multimillionaires.

Even multimillionaires are closer to becoming middle class or even homeless than they are to becoming multi-billionaires.

Don't fucking tell me to budget and I'll become a millionaire. It's more likely I'll get hit by lightning or lose it all to medical bills.

If this doesn't radicalize you, I don't know what will.

#anti capitalism #late stage capitalism #billionaires should not exist #elongated muskrat #fuck jeff bezos #us politics #economics #math #budget #yip speaks

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reversedanatomy · 4 months

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Finding Peace: Chapter 2

Summary: More of an in-between from the last chapter. Reader processing emotions after the breakup and making big decisions.

TW: swearing, some mentions of violence

Denial. This was the first step of recovering from a breakup. The note Wanda had written for you the morning she left was unlike her. When there was a serious topic that needed to be addressed, she always preferred face-to-face conversations, even when she was away for long periods of time on her international trips. Your mind raced like cars on a track, revisiting the same thoughts again and again until you grew weary from worry. You settled on an unlikely, but possible conclusion that maybe she was kidnapped. Yes, you thought, her kidnapper forced her to write this note with the intent play it off like one of her work trips.

You knew this was stupid, but you held onto the idea that she would be coming back. You always left your cellphone ringer on, now, in the slim chance that Wanda would be contacting you. You’d rush to answer your phone at every buzz, ding, or alarm you heard, even when you were out with company.

Your mom started to worry. She knew the situation between you and Wanda had been rocky for some time, and she expressed her relief that you two had parted. She would call you frequently, however, to reassure you and offer for you to come visit and stay with her.

“Maybe what you need is a new change of scenery,” your mom quietly suggested. You held the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you cooked over the stovetop.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a job here that I can’t just leave,” you retorted. You went to check the vegetables you set in the oven.

“It’s a pretty big company you work for. Can’t you ask them to relocate you?” You opened the oven door, feeling the heat burn across your face. You reached to check if your carrots were fork tender, and you shot back as you accidentally bumped your hand on the hot glass baking dish. You bit your tongue to keep yourself quiet, but the phone dropped to the floor.

“Shit, mom, I’m sorry,” you went to pick the phone back up and return it to your ear. “I missed what you said.”

“Don’t swear at me, Y/N,” your mother was direct.

“I’m sorry.”

“What I was saying was that you should ask to be relocated. Your lease is ending soon, and I know rent is increasing where you’re at. Without Wanda there, you’re going to need some help staying financially secure in a place like Chicago.” She was right. You didn’t have much of an option once your lease ended. You could either move somewhere cheaper, alone, or move back in with your mom in southern California. Both options stressed you. “I’ve already looked into it. There’s a position opening up to be a direct assistant under management here. It’s a bit less than what you make now, but, with your dad and I making dual income, you can stay here rent-free and bulk up your savings.”

“I’ll think about it.” If you gave her an open-ended answer, she’d pressure you less.

“Alright, hon. Let me know what you decide. I’ll call again tomorrow in the afternoon. Does three work for you?”

“Yeah, that works for me. Talk to you then.” You made quick goodbyes with each other before hanging up the phone and returning to your cooking. You held your hand under the cold water, letting the rush cool the anxiety in your head. You thought for a moment how your life was going to change when you moved out of your apartment, when you moved out of Chicago.

You ate dinner while searching for jobs on your computer. You investigated the job your mother was talking about. It was an assistant-to-the-manager position that offered significantly less pay than the social media manager position you currently held. Sure, you could put all your money into savings, but you sneered at the idea of moving back in with your parents when you were in your mid-twenties.

You continued to browse through the list of jobs your company offered until your eyes laid upon an office manager position that paid the same rate you were making now, but in a small, incomprehensible name of a town in Norway. You always admired the idea of visiting Norway. It reminded you of the mountains you and your family would drive through to go camping in the Pacific Northwest every summer. You also loved the idea of living near the water. Chicago’s waterfront was nice, but the pollution of the city ruined your connection to the water. Maybe this could be the change of scenery that your mother was suggesting.

It was a risky application considering you weren’t a Norwegian citizen, but you had more than enough experience from your current position to secure this job. You put your heart and soul into this application. When you finally submitted it, you leaned back into the kitchen stool and sighed. It creaked under your weight as you tilted your head back. For a moment you studied the stipples decorated across your ceiling. It was unlikely you’d be offered the position, but you felt more confident in leaving Chicago behind when you finished.

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You waited several days. Every morning, afternoon, and night you checked your email both at work and at home, praying for a response from your job application. You hadn’t made your application aware to anybody yet. It wasn’t like you had a lot of people to tell, anyway. Since dating Wanda, you two had fallen into a state of codependency with each other. Wanda had possessive traits, and you were a doormat whenever those traits were expressed in an argument. Regarding your family and your closest friend Darcy, however, you’d need to be prepared to convincingly tell them why you were leaving the country to seek ‘refuge’ somewhere else if offered an interview.

You thought about this from the comfort of your bed. You held your phone clutched against your chest and continued to stare at the ceiling just as you had when you submitted your application. Your mind felt all kinds of queasy and restless. Nauseating. It was the type of nausea that bubbled in your stomach rather than your throat. You were thinking about Wanda. What if she came back when you left the country? What if she came back bruised and bloody after escaping her hypothetical kidnapper, looking for solace with you, but you weren’t there? It felt like torture waiting for that damned email. Waiting and worrying became more of a reason to keep your mind off of Wanda, off of the breakup.

You were so hyper-focused on if a decision had been made that you were neglecting the rest of your notifications. There were several texts from Darcy, one text from your father, and several missed calls and voicemails from your mother. You had turned the ‘Read Receipts’ option off on your phone so you could still peek at the messages without getting an earful from Darcy. She was wondering where you were, if you died, or if someone had by chance stolen you off of the streets. She then sent a copy-paste message that if you didn’t reply to her message you’d have bad luck for 7 years. You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

Right then, you got another message from Darcy. It read: I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE READING MY MESSAGES, ASSHOLE!!!

Shit.

You rechecked your phone settings. You forgot to turn the ‘Read Receipts’ option off. Or, you had accidentally had turned it on sometime and just forgot about it. Shit, shit, shit, you started fumbling with your phone. Your heart started racing when a notification popped up that Darcy was trying to call you. Your phone buzzed and slipped from your hands, landing on your face. Your nose unfortunately answered the call, and you could hear Darcy’s animated voice booming from the other side.

“I’ve been trying to contact you for almost a week!” She whisper-shouted through gritted teeth. Her voice was breathy. Maybe her heart was twisting and beating just as fast as yours. You picked your phone up off of your face and brought it to your ear. The room started spinning as you tried to muster a response.

“I-I-I’m sorry?” You squinted your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows.

“You’re sorry? I’ve been trying to contact you with no response and you’re sorry?” You could hear Darcy exhale through her nose and scoff. “Look, I get it. Wanda ran away from you, but you need to stop running away from everybody else.” She was right. It hurt to hear, but Darcy was right, and you didn’t know how to respond. The words you were forming from your mouth lost all form and function, and they came out in a twisted scramble. You were playing a piano and pressing all the broken keys. You slid your fingers through your hair and gripped into your scalp.

Darcy just sighed.

“What’s going on?” Darcy lowered her voice until it was soothing and silvery. Her voice instantly settled into your muscles, relaxing you in preparation for the news you were to deliver.

“I…may or may not have applied to a job in Norway,” you closed your eyes and waited for Darcy to berate you about running away again. You heard Darcy exhale from her nose once more.

“Y/N, you’re acting irrationally because Wanda left. Look, you and I both knew this was coming. Fleeing the country isn’t going to get her out of your head. It’s just going to isolate you from the only support you have now.”

“Yeah, but what if I meet some hot MILF out there who turns my life upside down and fixes all of my problems?” You attempted to lighten the mood and forced out a laugh. Nothing.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N,” she emphasized your name to bring your attention back to the topic at hand.

“I know.”

“Then stay. There’s another internship opening up with Dr. Foster and you don’t need to be a college student to get in. You can work with me,” Darcy offered in the same tone your mother did when bringing up the assistant position back home.

“No, Darcy. I really do want this position. I think it could be good for my mental health to get out of the country and be somewhere new.”

“Do you even speak Norwegian?”

“No, but I can learn.”

“God,” there was a pause. “…okay. Wanna run by the bookstore with me tomorrow and see if they have learning material for that?” Darcy was being patient with you regardless of your spontaneous decision to leave the USA. She really cared about you, but you could tell from her voice she was worried, maybe even scared about you leaving. You felt sorrow fill your heart as you heard her voice break while speaking. You nodded to yourself.

“You don’t have to do that, Darce,” you replied.

“I want to.”

“Okay. Can I at least pick you up from your apartment?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then. Noon work?”

“Yeah. See you, Darce. Love you.”

Click.

#im just gonna make this really slow #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel wlw #wlw marvel #natasha romanov #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #wandanat #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #slow burn

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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caught on camera — bsk

summary: being a cam girl is great, that is is until you have to consider your roommate

tags: smut (minors dni!), camstar!au, roommates!au warnings: explicit unprotected sex, cam shows/sex on camera, female masturbation, sex toys, sir kink, fingering, guided masturbation??, bondage, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, aftercare wc: 7.9k an: so the original plot was supposed to be “cam roommates who don’t know each other cam” which i guess i kind of did?? but not totally the way i was thinking bc i was gonna do split y/n and sk pov but oh well, i still like it

There are two rules between you and your roommate that are absolutely non-negotiable. Most of your other rules are a bit more pick and choose on how strict you are with them, but there are two that you don’t dare cross.

The first is always knock and wait for an answer before entering someone’s room. The second rule is to never look in the other’s closest.

To the normal person they may seem a bit strange or strict, but to you they are imperative. You were glad that Seungkwan didn’t ask any questions when you brought up both of the rules. See if you had a more conventional job then you wouldn’t worry about those types of things, but you don’t have a more conventional job.

Hidden away in your closest is a plethora of camera equipment and an even larger array of sex toys. On top of your low paying part-time waitress job you also have a high paying three shows a week camgirl job. In your nearly four years of streaming you’ve gained a good amount of popularity and get enough tips to pay your rent and student loans even without your other job. The only reason you stay a waitress is as a cover up for your real job.

You cam under the name teddybearbaby and only one very trusted person knows it’s you behind the name. You keep your bedroom discreet and even have a special set of bedding and different room layout you use when you stream. When you stream you make sure to keep the majority of your face out of frame, only showing from your lips down.

You’ve found that you actually like streaming. It’s fairly easy and you get paid good money just to touch yourself. The only issue is having to work around your roommate. Don’t get it wrong, you love Seungkwan, and living with him is a dream, but trying to keep an aspect of your life hidden while living with someone else is a bit difficult.

Most days you stream when he’s not home, but when he is you often have shorter, less intense streams where you stay relatively quiet. You try to stream on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays but it doesn’t always go that way, especially if Seungkwan puts a dent in your plans.

Luckily for you he’s on a long weekend trip with a couple of his friends so you have the house alone until Monday night, which means you get to have an extra long Sunday stream.

When you stream you have three different backdrops you use. One is your bed (with the lilac sheets and white floral bedspread), the other is the black faux leather futon couch that sits in the corner of your room, and the final one is on the floor with the fluffy white rug that stays in your closest until you take it out to stream. You always change the setup of your room when you stream and move it back when you’re done just as extra precaution.

You mull over where you should stream today as you walk around your apartment in just a big t-shirt and a pair of black underwear. As much as you love Seungkwan you also love when he’s not home so you can do things like this.

The rug is what you decide on as you walk back to your room to start setting up. You pull the rug out from your closet and unroll it in front of the blank wall behind your door. You set up your camera gear and hook it up to your computer. You shoot out a message telling your audience you’re about to stream before you get changed.

You stare into your closest at all of your options. Your fingers trail over all of your pretty lingerie sets before you pick out a light purple (your signature color) lace set. You pull the set on before going to sit in front of your camera. You don’t start your stream yet though, wanting to get yourself worked up a bit beforehand.

Your hands gently trail over your body, stopping to squeeze your boobs for a moment. After a couple more moments of pleasuring your breasts you bring one hand down to touch yourself between your legs. Whenever you get yourself off you don’t often have someone in mind, more just vague ideas and outlines in your brain, but they do just as good of work as any other fantasy.

When you’re breathless and have thoroughly soaked your panties you finally decide to start your stream. As soon as you click the confirmation button to go live you already have a handful of viewers ready. You smile at the tips and comments that flood in just from seeing you in your lingerie set.

hoshytiger: shit baby, you already look so good, been waiting for this all weekend

bigdickdokyeom: teddybearbaby rug setup? i KNOW this is going to be good

bigdickdokyeom tipped $100

iamdino: i know it's only been a minute but i need to see you naked RIGHT NOW

iamdino tipped $150

“Haha, you guys are eager today. It’s okay, I am too.” You sit up on your knees a bit so you can wiggle your hips for the camera. “It’s been a long week and my roommate is gone so you guys get to have me the whole day.”

The image you’ve made for yourself on HYBEHub is the sweet girlfriend. You rarely play a bratty character, instead opting for an innocent, obedient act.

daddycoups: you’re so perfect baby, need to see you get off so badly

catboymoon: the whole day? take all of money right now

catboymooon tipped $50

“‘M just so needy. Need to get off soon before I burst.” Before you started your stream you set out a couple of sex toys you thought you might want to use throughout the show. You look over to your side and pick up the large glass dildo before producing it for the camera. “Thank you daddycoups for sending this to me, but I think I need to open myself up first. Can I touch myself sir?”

daddycoups: glad my teddy bear likes her gift <3

daddycoups tipped $60

t4styw00: Take your bra off precious, then you can touch

“Yes sir,” you respond before you reach behind you to undo your bra clasp. You let the fabric fall to the floor as your breasts fall out into the open. Your rosy nipples are already hard from your pre-show teasing and you push your chest out a bit so the camera can get a better look.

The comments and tips go crazy at the sight of your bare tits. After it calms down you ask again if you can touch yourself and you’re then given the go ahead. You sit back so the viewers can get a better look at your wet pussy. You bring your fingertips down to touch your clit and you let out a loud moan.

“Sir, I’m so wet for you.” You spread the slick around in your panties before you hook a finger around them and pull them to the side so you can show off your bare, sopping cunt. “Look how needy I am for you sir.”

angelhan95: stick a finger in yourself baby girl, you deserve it

“Thank you sir,” you whine as you sink a digit into your wet heat. You thrust it in and out of you a bit more as your breath shakes.

wooziversefactory: Take your panties off and then add two more fingers. And be quick about it.

wooziversefactory tipped $200

You have a good amount of regulars in your chat but there are only about twelve or so that you truly look for. The same accounts that tip the most and have been watching you since the beginning. Those are the comments you take orders from the most often.

Swiftly, you strip out of your panties before you shove two more fingers into you. It’s a tight fit going from one to three without much build up and you can feel yourself struggle to stretch to the width.

“I don’t know if I can do it sir. It’s so t-tight,” you whine as you continue to work yourself open.

bboy8: pathetic little thing can’t even get three fingers into herself

gentles3xy: i know you can take it baby, fuck yourself nice and slow

gentles3xy tipped $75

“I’m trying so hard sir.” Your fingers are sliding in easier now but you still feel full from just the three fingers. Your fingers speed up as you fuck into yourself. Your fingers aren’t super long though, and you can’t reach where you really need to. You thumb at your clit, trying to help your orgasm along.

hoshytiger: are you close? i need you to cum soon so i can cum too

“I’m so close sir. Can I cum? Please.”

t4styw00: Go ahead darling

gyuranhae: cum

hvc21898: please cum

bigdickdokyeom: cum for us baby

wooziversefactory: Cum right now

With permission from the comments you release all of the built up tension in your body, your pussy spasming on your fingers as you cum. You can still feel yourself pulsating as you slide your fingers out of you. You spread your legs a bit wider so the camera can see. Your tips are going crazy as your views blow the chat telling you how hot you are or telling you how hard they just came.

“I’m glad sir liked it. Your baby needs more though. I need your big, thick cock inside of my tiny little pussy.” Your fingers find the glass dildo again and you rest on your lower back, your legs spread, as you press the tip to your entrance. “Can sir please fill me up?”

iamdino: my dick would stuff you so full if i was there

angelhan95: push that dildo into your needy pussy teddybear, want to see you creaming on it

gyuranhae: shit im already hard again

Slowly you start to push the dildo into you. It’s even bigger than your fingers and you can feel it drag against your walls the deeper it goes. You whine loudly when it finally is seated fully into you and you can feel the tip touch into your cervix.

You’re already clenching down on the glass as you try to adjust to it. It takes you longer than you thought to get to the use of the phallus inside of you. You’ve used glass dildos before but never one this big. When you think you’re finally ready to take it you grab the base and pull it out of you before you slam it right back into your pussy. Your toes curl into the rug below you as your hips lift off the ground.

Your eyes are clenched shut but you can hear the sound of the tips coming in. A slick squelching sound fills the room and you hope your mic is picking it up because your viewers love when they can hear how wet you are. You can feel yourself getting closer, your breath shaky as you try to get yourself off.

“I’m so close,” you whine. “Sir please, I need to cum. Please.”

daddycoups: look at your pretty girl, asking for permission so nicely

daddycoups tipped $100

hvc21898: please cum before i bust a nut

bboy8: let go baby, its okay, we all want to see it

With the approval of your audience you reach down to play with your clit. The extra stimulation is just what you need to send you over the edge. Your body stiffens up as you feel pleasure course through your veins, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Your pussy is clenching hard as you shallowly thrust the dildo into you, helping you through your high.

Your body slumps against the wall, motionless, as you try to catch your breath. The toy is still inside of you and you force yourself to sit up and pull it out of you. When you do you can see the white ring of creamy arousal on it. You stick your tongue out and kitten-lick at the shaft, cleaning it off.

catboymoon: holy shit my brain is going to explode

gentles3xy: i wish that was me

“Mmm sir, I taste so good. I wish you could taste me.”

gyuranhae: wanna taste you so bad baby

BOOtyful: oh my god you’re so hot wtf

BOOtyful: how have i not see you before??? i need more right away

BOOtyful tipped $500

“Oh my god, thank you so much BOOtyful. I’m glad that you were able to find me.” You rarely ever notice commenters who aren’t your regulars but this one catches your eye, especially because of their large donation.

angelhan95: woah who’s the new hotshot here?

iamdino: $500?!?! DAMN

hoshytiger: who does this dude think he is coming in here like this?

“Boys place nice,” you purr to the camera. “New viewers are a good thing. Especially when they tip like that.”

t4styw00: Baby girl is right, as long as they help take care of her

daddycoups: especially when we know we’re always be the favorites

wooziversefactory: You guys are all annoying. Don’t mind them teddybear. Now, are you gonna cum for us again?

“Ah, good question wooziversefactory. Do you want me to? If so, how should I, sir? Does sir want me to set up my Sybian?”

The chat goes crazy and you smirk to yourself a bit. Today is going to be a long day.

The tips you rake in from your single Sunday stream are even more than the amount you would make in a month as a waitress. Your body is worn and dirty when you get done and you head to the bathroom right away, scrambling through the halls naked. Normally you have an aftershow process you follow but you don’t feel too rushed considering you’re home alone.

You take a long, hot shower, cleaning away all of the sweat and slick from your body. Afterward you feel considerably better and wrap a towel around your body as you leave the bathroom. You’re humming quietly to yourself when you suddenly stop in your tracks.

“Uh, hi?” Your roommate, Boo Seungkwan, is standing in the kitchen, eating a sandwich, staring at you as you’re frozen in place in just a towel.

“Y-you’re home! I wasn’t expecting you back until tomorrow night.” You try your best to pull the towel tighter around you, trying to cover up as much as you can.

“I uh, got called into work tomorrow so I had to come back earlier. I didn’t know you would…ya know.” You can feel the way his eyes trail over your form. In the ten months of living together you’ve never had a run in with each other like this before and you shift a bit under his gaze.

Okay, here’s the thing. You maybe have a small crush on Seungkwan that you try not to think about because he’s your roommate and one of your closest friends and you don’t want it to be weird so you just keep it to yourself. It’s easy to hide when you guys have a more playful relationship with one another and focus more on teasing than anything else. But maybe sometimes (only sometimes) when you stream you think about Seungkwan but that’s besides the point. Seungkwan has never showed interest in you in that way so you shove it to the back of your mind but now he’s looking at you like you are the tallest glass of water ever and he is the thirstiest man alive and you can’t help but well your pussy start to damped a bit.

You’re about to respond to him when you remember the state of your room. Your whole cam setup is still laying open in your room, shoved to the side so you could get out of your room.

“I’m uh, gonna go get dressed,” you squeak out before you scramble off to your room. Quickly you pick up all of your camera equipment and shove it into your closet. You throw your used toys into a mesh bag to clean later. You glare down at the rug. You were a bit messier than usual today and it needs to be properly cleaned.

“Hey Y/N?” There’s a knock on your door and you jump. “Can I come in?”

“NO! I mean erm, I’m still naked.” You kick yourself at your choice of words. Why would you phrase it that way?

“O-oh. Well I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I should have texted you beforehand.” Seungkwan’s voice is a bit high pitched and shaky.

“No biggie! It was an honest mistake. We’re roommates, it was bound to happen at some point,” you respond to him. You’re frantically rolling up the rug and throwing it into your closet (you’ll clean it after he goes to bed) before you start to open your windows and spray air freshener around.

“I still feel bad. Have you eaten yet? Let me buy you dinner to make up for it.”

You’re about to decline, saying it’s unnecessary, but then your stomach grumbles. You’ve been camming all day and you need to get your energy back up.

“Yeah okay, let me get changed and I’ll be out soon.”

Sometimes when you cam you have guests. It’s not often but it happens sometimes, especially if you have a special vision in mind. When you do, you take to enlisting the help of your friend Wonwoo. He doesn’t cam himself but he’s always down to help you out, especially because you give him a cut of the profits.

Wonwoo watches you streams (under the name t4styw00) so he knows what you like and all of your viewers love when he joins so it’s a win-win. Thankfully none of your viewers have connected that he is t4styw00, but Wonwoo claims he doesn’t care either way because his identity will still be anonymous.

You actually knew Wonwoo before you started streaming, you guys being close friends in college. You told him about how you wanted to try and start camming and as an occasional Twitch streamer he helped you set up the camera side of everything.

As a special four year anniversary stream you’ve decided to let Wonwoo join you so you could try something your viewers have been asking for: bondage. Wonwoo is extra though and insists on going the whole nine yards with a whole shibari arrangement.

“Is this too tight?” He asks as he tightens one of the knots he’s made in the light purple rope.

“I’ll tell you if it’s too tight Woo, I’m okay, promise.” You’re resting on your knees, naked, as he carefully ties your wrists behind your back. When he finishes with the ropes, he gingerly ties a matching light purple lace blindfold over your eyes.

With your consent Wonwoo starts your stream. You can see a little bit through the lace, but not fully, and you rely on your ears to listen to the three second countdown. Behind the camera you can hear Wonwoo stripping down to his boxers.

“Hi loves. As you can see things are a bit different today. As you know it’s my four year anniversary so I thought I would finally try out using ropes,” you tell the camera. “Woo is here today and he’s going to help while I’m all tied up.”

“Everyone tell TeddyBear how good she looks.” Wonwoo’s deep voice fills the air as he walks around the bed into view of the camera. He climbs onto the bed behind you and runs his hands over your body before tugging at the rope that sits over your hip. “She was so good for me while I tied her up.”

You can hear the tips coming in but you can’t read the chat with the blindfold covering your eyes. Wonwoo knows this and he chuckles at a few of them before reading aloud what they’re saying, telling you how good you look and how good you are.

“Hmm? You want me to play with her clit? I can do that. That okay with you baby?”

“Yes sir.”

You feel Wonwoo’s hand trail down your body until he reaches between your legs to touch you. His touch is gentle as he starts to rub slow circles into your clit.

“She’s already so wet. Did you get turned on just by being tied up?”

“Yes sir. It feels so nice.”

“What a good girl. So needy for me already. You’ll need much more than my fingers later on won’t you?”

“A lot more sir.”

Wonwoo continues touching you at a painstakingly slow pace, waiting for your tips to get higher before he does anything more. When they finally meet his standards he pulls his hand away from you and stands up.

“Lay down.” Due to your hands being behind your back you have to lay down on your front, your ass in the air and your face pressed into the pillows. As you follow the order you can see Wonwoo shift the camera so the angle doesn’t have your whole face in it. Even though you’re wearing the blindfold, Wonwoo is careful to take extra precautions with both of your faces.

When the camera is situated Wonwoo walks over to your dresser where you’ve laid out a few toys to use. He makes a ‘hmm’ noise as he looks over each one before picking up a black dildo. It’s on the bigger size of your toys and you don’t use it often due to that, but you’re not surprised it’s Wonwoo’s pick.

The bed dips when Wonwoo climbs back on and you feel him slap your ass hard. “Sir is going to fuck you with this dildo and you can’t cum until I tell you, got that?”

“Yes, sir, of course.”

“Always so obedient for me.” You feel Wonwoo press the tip of the fake cock to your entrance and you try not to squirm around, wanting the thick girth inside of you.

Wonwoo is in a good mood today though and he doesn’t make you wait too long before he’s pushing the dildo inside of you. You can’t take all of it right away though and Wonwoo shallowly thrusts it in and out of you to try and stretch you out.

“Ah, the comments are telling me how I should have fingered your pretty little pussy first. I’ll be nicer next time, okay? But you’re doing so well for me, taking it the best you can. Can you take more?”

“Yes sir.” You arch your back a bit more and spread your legs wider. “Want to take more for you.”

“My good girl.”

The praise has you melting as Wonwoo continues to thrust the dildo into you. After a little bit more he’s able to fit it into you down to the hilt and you feel completely full with the whole toy inside of you. Wonwoo gives you a few seconds to adjust before he’s pulling it out and thrusting it right back in. The fit is tight and your walls cling to the toy as Wonwoo moves it in and out.

“How are you always so tight? Shit baby, taking this cock so well in your small little pussy.”

Wonwoo’s free hand comes down onto your back, pressing you into the mattress even more. Wonwoo’s thrusting picks up speed and soon he’s properly fucking you on the toy. Pin-pricks of pleasure tingle across your skin and your mouth has fallen open so you can openly moan.

“The viewers are saying how good you sound, teddy bear,” Wonwoo tells you.

“Woo, I’m so close,” you whimper.

“Do you need to cum?”

“So badly. Please.”

“Okay baby, you can cum.”

You sob out as you clench down onto the toy. Your body is practically vibrating as you let yourself orgasm. Wonwoo pulls the toy out of you and replaces it with his fingers, curling them up into you as your insides flutter around them. Wonwoo is rubbing your back as you continue to cum.

Wonwoo pulls you up into a sitting position when you’re finally coherent. “You were so good for us. So proud of you baby.”

“Want you to cum too Woo,” you tell him.

“Ah, do you? How about you suck me off first and then I’ll fuck you. That sounds like a plan?”

“That sounds perfect sir.”

Wonwoo makes good on his plans and you two go at it for another hour and a half before he ends the stream. He undoes your ropes before pulling you into his arms, rubbing at all of the sore spots on your body.

“I need to shower Woo, I’m all gross.”

“Stay here with me for a second. Your body isn’t going to like you if you try to stand up right now, you were just tied up for two hours.”

You can’t argue with that so you stay in bed, letting Wonwoo work out all of your muscles for you. You like streaming with Wonwoo because that means you have someone to perform aftercare on you, other than having to take care of yourself. On top of holding you and giving you a massage he often brings you water and changes your sheets for you too as you shower.

With a bit of help from Wonwoo you’re able to stand and walk over to the bathroom. You clean yourself off, letting the warm water run over you, before you get out and pull on a pair of soft shorts and a large t-shirt.

When you walk out of the bathroom you find yourself faced with Wonwoo and Seungkwan stuck in a very awkward conversation with each other. What is Seungkwan doing here?

“Kwan! Have you uh, been here the whole time?” You ask. If he has, he definitely heard you moaning out Wonwoo’s name. Nobody in your life knows that you and Wonwoo have had sex now it’s even worse that your roommate knows. From the way his skin is tinted pink you already know your answer.

“I-it’s okay!” He assures you. “I just didn't know you guys were uh-”

“We aren’t! We uhm, it’s not like that.”

Wonwoo hasn’t said a word since you walked out of the bathroom and he’s looking like he wants to just disappear into the walls. You don’t blame him.

“Anyways, sorry about that Kwannie. I’ll be a lot more mindful next time!” With that you grab Wonwoo and quickly drag him back into your room. Why do you keep ending up in these situations with him? The idea was already outlandish but now you know Seungkwan isn’t going to want you if he thinks you’re hooking up with Wonwoo. Which you are but this is different, it's for your literal job. Not that Seungkwan knows that and you can’t tell him that so now you’re just screwed.

Your fourth anniversary stream blows up, which you’re not surprised by. The highest tip you received was $1000 from user ‘BOOtyful’ which also doesn’t surprise you. Ever since that one Sunday stream he’s watched all of your other streams (whether he shows up during the stream or watches it later when you upload it to your page) and he’s even gone back and watched some of your old streams and tipped on them as well.

You’ve never been curious about who your viewers are. You like your regulars but you’re not jumping on the chance to find out who they are, but this guy has taken an interest in your mind.

The second person that’s taken an interest in your mind is another streamer who goes by yourboobear. Your viewers keep telling you you should collab with him since you guys apparently stream around the same times and both have “bear” in your users. You’re not too keen on the idea though. You don’t really like having anyone other than Wonwoo on your streams and even though they’re also a streamer, you don’t love the idea of another person knowing your identity. You don’t even bother checking out the guys’ channel, instead just telling your viewers you’re not looking to collab with anyone any time soon.

Your anniversary stream made so much that you cancel your normal Friday night stream so you can relax for once. You consider going out but decide you’d rather stay at home and have a more laid back night.

A night in with your roommate sounds nice so you walk out of your room to find him. When you walk into the living room you see him sitting on the couch, totally entranced by his phone. When you get closer you can hear small moans coming from the device and you realize what’s happening.

“Are you watching porn?” You snort as you try to look at Seungkwan’s screen over his shoulder to see if you know who he’s watching. Unfortunately for you he slams his phone into his chest before you can get a good glimpse at anything.

“N-no!” He sputters out, his pale face already turning pink.

“Lemme see.” You try to snatch the phone out of his hand but Seungkwan isn’t going to give it to you that easily.

“Get away from me!” Seungkwan scrambles off the couch and starts to run away from you but you only follow behind him closely.

“Why is it something dirty?”

“Y/N!” Seungkwan stops, his phone turned off now. “I wasn’t watching porn in the living room.”

“Then show me your screen.”

“No.”

“C’mon Kwannie, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you tell him.

“Okay then, what kind of porn do you watch?”

“Oh I don’t watch porn.” It’s not a lie, you really don’t. You know some other streamers but you don’t really watch their content. You can get yourself aroused enough before your streams that you don’t have to watch something to help you get into the mood. You don’t even watch your own streams back.

Seungkwan looks a little dumbfounded at this. “You…don’t watch porn?”

“Nope. I don’t need to.” You shrug. You’ve seemed to catch Seungkwan off guard which gives you the chance to lunge for his phone in his hand. You’re able to snatch it and it takes Seungkwan a second too long to process what happened because you’re already running away, typing his password into his phone.

You can hear your roommate screaming at you as he chases after you but you don’t focus on him, instead looking at what’s on his phone. When you finally see what’s on his screen though you stop in your tracks, your mouth hanging open a bit at the sight. Seungkwan catches up to you and is about to chew you out but stops when he sees your reaction to his phone.

On the screen HYBEHub is opened and it’s playing a video of a girl sitting on black futon, bouncing on a large dildo while she holds a small purple bullet vibrator to her clit. Normally you wouldn’t find anything weird about it, but what catches you off guard is that you’re watching yourself get off.

“Fuck~ sir I feel so good. Your big dick filling me up so full,” your whines flow out of Seungkwan’s phone speaker. You remember this stream, most likely because it was only from a few days ago, the stream you did right before your show with Wonwoo.

You’re finally snapped out of your daze when Seungkwan speaks up. “W-what? It’s just a cam girl.”

“How long have you been watching her?”

“What?”

“How long have you been watching teddybearbaby?”

“I thought you didn’t watch porn!”

“Boo Seungkwan, answer the question.”

“I don’t know! Like a few weeks or so? I just remember it was a Sunday when I first watched her.”

“YOU’RE BOOTYFUL?”

“How do you know that! Wait-”

You quickly slap a hand over Seungkwan’s mouth so you don’t have to hear him say what you know he’s about to. You didn’t mean to reveal your identity to him, but you were just too stunned when you finally realized who was behind some of the biggest tips you’ve ever received. Your roommate, your friend, your crush Boo Seungkwan has seen you masturabte on camera multiple times.

“When I take my hand away, you’re not going to say what you’re about to say, got it?” Seungkwan nods and you slowly remove your hand.

You two stand silently, staring at each other. It's obvious you both want to say something but don’t want to make things awkward, or well, even more awkward.

“So…” you start, “I guess you know now.”

“Yep.”

“Look, I know you watch and all but watching and doing are two different things and I really don’t want you to think like…lesser of me because I cam and-”

“Wait, wait, wait. I never said anything about that! I uh, also cam,” Seungkwan admits in a small voice.

“YOU WHAT?” Out of everything that is not what you were expecting.

“Y-yeah. Uhm, I’m yourboobear.”

You blink at him a couple of times before you realize what he’s saying. “What the fuck,” you mumble. “Wait you cam?"

"How do you think I get the money to tip you so heavily?"

"But I've never- you never- when do you cam?”

“I cam a lot of the times you do. That’s why I'm never home when you cam and why I rarely tune in live when you stream. I cam over at Hansol’s house.”

“Hansol?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t like, watch, or anything but he lets me cam there for the privacy. He actually watches your streams,” Seungkwan says, not being able to meet your eye. “Hvc21898? Yea that’s Sol. He’s how I found you in all honesty.”

“Oh.”

“So I’m guessing ‘Woo’ is Wonwoo?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s like the only person who knows that I’m teddybearbaby,” you say. “So that weekend when you were out with your friends but came back early was also the Sunday you found my channel…”

“Uh yeah. I actually wasn’t out with my friends. I was supposed to have a collab that weekend and things went south so I came back early. I was actually on the train when I saw your stream. Not my best moment.”

“My viewers want us to collab,” you blurt out.

“I’ve noticed. I mean I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Like I obviously find you super hot but you keep during down the suggestions so-”

“I want to.”

“Y-you want to?”

“Yeah…” You think about if you should tell Seungkwan about your crush on him. Fuck, the man has already admitted to wanting to fuck you, waht’s the worst that can happen. “Actually Kwannie, I really like you. M-more than you know, sexually.”

“Fuck Y/N.”

“W-what? Do you not like me like that because honestly it’s okay you can just ignor-” Seungkwan cuts you off with a kiss. It’s fleeting though and he’s pulling back within seconds.

“I like you too, dummy.”

Your chat goes crazy the second you start your stream. Most likely due to the announcement you sent out earlier and the title of your stream. the teddybearbaby and yourboobear collab you have been waiting for.

bigdickdokyeom: holy shit it’s happening

bboy8: no because i’ve been waiting for this one

bboy8 tipped $75

daddycoups: damn you two are hot together

daddycoups tipped $125

You’re in a honey yellow lingerie set sitting on Seungkwan’s lap. His hand is rubbing circles into your hip as his mouth sucks at your neck. He already fingered you before you even started the stream but he pulled out right before you were able to get off and now you’re dying for your release. Your boyfriend can be so mean sometimes.

“Ah they’re so eager already baby,” Seungkwan says huskily into your ear. “Ready to give them a show?”

“Yes Boo, so ready.” You squirm around in his lap, too horny to think about anything other than your orgasm.

Seungkwan’s hands come up to grope at your breasts under your bra and you moan at the touch. His fingers work at your nipples, spreading pleasure through your body.

gyuranhae: my dick is already so hard

t4styw00: well would you look at that

t4styw00 tipped $50

gentles3xy: you better treat our girl right boo

“Don’t worry gentles3xy, she’s in good hands.” To emphasize his point Seungkwan squeezes your breasts extra hard, causing you to mewl out.

hoshytiger: you’re taking too long, i wanna see her pussy already 😩

iamdino: personally if that was me i would never make a woman wait

angelhan95: who even is this guy smh teddy bear blink twice if you need help

You laugh at your regulars’ antics. “I think they want us to do more Boo.”

“I see that,” Seungkwan mutters. “May I remind your viewers that I’m the one in your bed, and not them.”

hvc21898: lmfaoooo he got you guys good

“They’re lucky you’re irresistible,” Seungkwan says and he removes his hands from your bra. One hand is placed on your thigh while the other is brought down lower to where you really need it. Automatically he starts to rub harsh, quick circles into your clit. His hand helps spread your legs open to give the camera a better view.

Your pussy soaks your panties as Seungkwan plays with you. His fingers are already slick and there’s no resistance when he pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you. You jump at the intrusion and you clench down onto him. You pant as Seungkwan continues to finger you, even as you cum.

“Did you guys see that? Our little teddy bear here came just from me putting my fingers in. What a dirty little girl,” Seungkwan teases. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to your lips to lick clean. You suck on the digits, running your tongue around his knuckles, tasting yourself off of them.

wooziversefactory: Holy shit baby, that was so hot

wooziversefactory tipped $100

catboymoon: i’ve never seen her cum so fast, thank you for your service yourboobear

catboymoon tipped $80

“Oh we’re just getting started.”

“Shit sir, please. You’re so big. Fuck you fill me up so good.” You continue to run your mouth with nonsense as Seungkwan pistons up into you. His dick is girthy and stretches your pussy out to extremes you didn’t even know it could stretch to. He has his hands on your waist as you bounce up and down in his lap. You’re free of your lingerie but Seungkwan is still in his boxers, his dick pulled out of the fly.

“You’re so noisy,” Seungkwan growls as he grabs you by your neck. He pulls you into him so your lips crash into his. You feel his grip tighten around your jugular while his lips move against yours. He kisses you roughly, bruising your lips and making your heart flutter.

Your fingers sit daintily on Seungkwan's chest, helping you push yourself up only to fall right back down onto his cock. His tip kisses your cervix and you can feel the tension in your body getting too much. Your fingers start to dig more into Seungkwan’s skin and he starts to get the message.

“Are you close?” His voice is breathy and whispered. You can’t bother to speak and only nod. “I’ve got you baby.” He wraps his arms around your torso tight and plants his feet onto the bed so he can use it as leverage to punch up into you harder and faster.

You nearly forget you guys are streaming but then you hear another influx of tips and remember that you’re putting on a show. The sound of Seungkwan’s name falters out and you moan out his stage name instead.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me.”

You whine loudly as you fall apart on Seungkwan’s cock. Your muscles twitch as you let a euphoric feeling fall over you. It doesn’t take long for Seungkwan to follow right after as he pulls out of you so his cum can spurt all over your guys’ stomachs. Your pussy is still pulsating and you can feel the soreness in your thighs from riding Seungkwan’s lap for so long.

Seungkwan’s bangs stick to his forehead with sweat and you smile dopely at it, knowing that the viewers don’t get to see this, only you. You push said bangs off of his face so you can press a kiss to his forehead.

“Do you want to keep going?” Seungkwan whispers low enough that the microphone won’t pick up on it.

“Yeah, kind of you,” you tell him.

“Okay, we’ll keep going.”

Seungkwan picks you up off his lap and lays you down onto the bed. Even though he just came, his dick is still half hard and you know it won’t take much to get it back to being fully stiff. Your hand reaches down to grab him. You fist him in your hand, abusing the tip. As you thought, it only takes a couple jerks to get him to full mast.

daddycoups: i bet her fucked out face is so sexy

bigdickdokeyom: fuck i wish it my cum that was all over her

angelhan95: okay maybe you’re not too bad boo…

angelhan95 tipped $60

Neither you nor Seungkwan are paying much attention to the chat as you lazily play with each other. Seungkwan’s fingers trail against your labia, not directly stimulating you, but still enough to leave tingles under your skin.

“Ready for another round?” Seungkwan asks you.

“Yes please.”

“Anything for you baby.”

Seungkwan shucks his boxers before crawling over your body and lining his tip up to your entrance. Slowly he pushes back into you and you sigh in contentment. Seungkwan’s thrusts are a lot slower and gentler than earlier, taking his time to work at your body.

bboy8: is it just me or is the vibe…different than when she cams with woo?

iamdino: no i’m picking up on that too

gyuranhae: it’s more soft

gyuranhae: not that i’m complaining

gyuranhae tipped $50

gentles3xy: well i think they’re cute

catboymoon: same, i kind of prefer this lol

t4styw00: bruh

Seungkwan’s lips are tangled with yours as he kisses you sweetly. Your hands are buried in the hair at the nape of his neck and melt at the way his hand holds your hip tenderly. His thrusts are long and slow, the pace completely different than just a few minutes earlier.

Neither of you are in a rush to find another orgasm as you both have already cum multiple times. After Seungkwan fingered you, he ate you out and you came on his tongue, his head buried between your thighs. You of course paid him back with a blow job that ended with him fucking into your throat.

You were expecting Seungkwan to finally fuck you after that but instead he grabbed your magic wand and pressed it up to your clit and made you cum from just that and nothing else. You were sobbing and writhing around on the bed as he did. The audience seemed to particularly like that little segment of your guys’ show.

Then finally after Seungkwan was fully satisfied he flipped you over and fucked you from behind. His hands gripped you tight as he pulled your hips into his. His thrusts were heavy and forceful and you had to grab your headboard for stability. Half way through though, Seungkwan made you change positions so he could see your face (and tits) while you rode him.

Now you guys are where you are, lovingly having sex a lot softer and carefilled than before. Seungkwan’s hand finds yours and he laces your fingers together as continues to roll his hips into you. You can feel him gradually working the pace up, but not at such an alarming rate here you both feel obligated to make it rough and heated.

“Oh Boo, you feel so good,” you mumble. “Love having you inside of me.”

“You like it baby? I like it too.”

You’re still a bit sensitive from your orgasm earlier and Seungkwan speeding his thrusts up is making the tension in your body build up quicker than you expect.

“Need you to speed up, please,” you beg. Seungkwan complies to your needs, planting a knee firmer on the bed and sitting up a bit so he can thrust into you faster.

“So, so pretty like this,” Seungkwan tells you. His hands run down your front and stop at your breasts so he can squeeze the supple flesh there.

“Need more sir, want to cum again. Need it so badly.”

“Ah I see now. My baby girl is getting a little desperate. Don’t worry anymore teddy bear.” Seungkwan grabs your legs and pushes them up to your chest and then uses them as leverage to thrust even harder into you. With your legs up he hits at a different angle that has your mind reeling.

Your fingers grip onto your sheets tightly as you try to ground yourself. Your legs are shaking in Seungkwan’s grip and your breath comes out in heavy pants the more his cock digs into your pussy. You want to release so badly but you know better than to without permission.

“She’s so close. Do you guys think she should cum?” Seungkwan asks your audience.

angelhan95: obviously, look how good she’s been

wooziuniversefactory: Let our baby have her release

t4styw00: Don’t be mean Boo, let her cum

“Ah, your viewers are attacking me again,” Seungkwan pouts. “But they say I should let you cum so go ahead baby, I know you need it.”

You cry out your gratitude as you orgasm for the umpteenth time. Your pussy is fully spent when Seungkwan finally pulls out and cums all over your thighs. Your body is limp on the bed as you try to catch your breath and your bearings, your mind all fuzzy with post-coital haze.

Seungkwan is already up off the bed, most likely going to get water and some towels for you guys, leaving you to end your stream yourself.

“Well I’m thoroughly fucked out now and I’m in need of a good shower and nap so I think we’ll be ending this here. Thank you all so much for tuning in and commenting and tipping it means the world to me. I hope you all liked youboobear because you’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the future. Love you all and I’ll see you next time!” You blow a kiss at the screen before you hit the “end stream” button and close your laptop. You flop back on the bed and close your eyes, ready to go to bed.

“Nuh uh, not yet,” Seungkwan says, already reading your thoughts. “Come on, the sheets are gross and so are we. I’ll draw us a bath but as I do you have to drink this whole glass and then go pee.”

“Ugh why are you so responsible?” You whine but still open your eyes and sit up.

“Because I don’t want you getting a UTI,” Seungkwan responds as he drops a kiss on your forehead.

You groan and stand up, or well at least try, but your legs give out and Seungkwan chuckles before he sweeps you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He runs a bath like he said and he helps you in before he slides in behind you.

His soft hands run across your skin lovingly as he presses a kiss into your shoulder before he asks you, “So when are you going to come on my channel?”

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llamagoddessofficial · 2 years

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Okay so, inquiring minds and all: have there ever been any AU ideas you had that you really liked the vibe of, but couldn’t quite make work? Like half formed, would love to rotate the blorbos in this space, but something about it didn’t quite click? (You have so many excellent ones I can only imagine there’s been some cutting room floor ones, haha. Maybe just the aesthetic worked but jot quite a story element, etc)

Hoopz this kind of question is exactly why you are my most beloved mutual of all time

There’s two particular AUs I’ve had consistenly simmerin’ on the backburner... taking up rent-free space in my head as they often do

An AU where Mc is a journalist who ends up sticking her nose too deep into some pretty dangerous business. Someone scary has had enough of her prying, and a hefty bounty is put on her head- three of the underworld’s top assassins decide they’ll take a crack at being the first to get the money. Sans is a silent, unassuming but incredibly deadly killer, who specialises in blending into crowds and getting up close. A calm and emotionless creature who can swap out any face he needs to suit his situation, there’s no target too hidden, he makes precise clean kills and then he disappears like he was never there. Nobody ever sees him coming. Red is loud and brash. He’s the one you send when you want to send a message- when you want it to be messy. He likes to have fun during his kills, make a spectacle of it... see someone’s true personality under all those layers of pomp. Where’s the fun in watching the life leave someone’s eyes if you haven’t heard them making a complete fool of themselves first? Skull doesn’t kill up close, if he can help it. He is, instead, a terrifyingly deadly sniper. Accurate to a hair’s breadth, he doesn’t know how he’s so good at shooting when he struggles so much with other fine motor skills. But it doesn’t matter- he adores the feeling of having precision again, the sensation of such an immense degree of control. All three of them find her. And all three of them immediately fall in love, deciding they need to abandon everything to help her. I have a scene going in my head where they’re trying to catch her, but are all simultaneously hindering each other enough for her to keep getting away; Sans nearly catches up to her but Red starts brawling with him, only for both of them to have to duck behind a countertop when bullet holes start appearing in the wall around them. Overall... drama, intrigue, lots of danger and romance.

A classic eldritch horror AU. Mc and some other humans are pulled into another dimension, where they have to survive long enough to find a way of possibly getting home alive. It’s a terrifying, dark, upside-down esque world full of monstrous creatures, toxic slime and rot and decay, toothed abominations hunt them everywhere they go to pick off anyone who lags behind or drops their guard even for a moment. One thing the humans all learn, sooner rather than later, is the importance of staying quiet- the monsters that chase them know to avoid making too much noise and it’s not a difficult cue to pick up on. There’s something much, much bigger out there. They hear them, at night, truly massive beasts stalking across the landscape... every ecosystem has its apex predators. There's only one steadfast rule in this hellscape; don’t catch their attention. For some reason or another, Mc breaks the rule. Perhaps she decides to sacrifice herself to save her friends, perhaps she’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time when an idiot human makes too much noise. But she catches the attentions of three very ancient, intelligent, dangerous eldritch monsters that find themselves smitten and delighted with the prospect of her company.

#llamagines

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haerinari · 9 months

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$* Criminal Love

pairing: criminal!yeonjun x criminal!femreader

warnings: use of a gun, explicit vocabulary

summary: inspired in loser lover yeonjun by txt. A little short story about you and Yeonjun being a couple and robbing a bank.

a/n: sorry for not posting this days, i don’t have inspiration lately hahaha.

Robbing a bank wasn’t an idea that ever crossed your mind, that was until you left school and your mom kicked you out of the house. In this case money was a problem, you couldn’t afford new clothes, food, water, or even a shelter.

So, it all started with the idea of just robbing a supermarket, taking with you some bottles of water and ramen and hiding them under your oversized hoodie. You did that for a couple or times, until one day, the woman on the cash register saw you hiding a bottle of water under your shirt.

This was your first time getting caught by someone, and damm, you didn’t knew what to do. The woman was yelling at you, screaming that she would call the police if you didn’t return the water you were taking. But obviously, you didn’t want to put it back.

And then, that was the first time you saw him. Black hair, dark eyes, soft pink lips, white shirt and blue jeans. He took your hand quickly and got you out of the store, running with you crossing a couple of streets.

“Thank you very much” you said.

“No problem” he reply. “Was this your first time getting caught?” you nod. “Yeah I saw that.”

“What’s your name?” you asked him.

“I’m Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun, what about you?”

“Thank you, Yeonjun. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N” he smiled.

And that’s how it all started, neither you or him have were to go, so you just kept together…

Today was one of your big days, you and your boyfriend Yeonjun, had been planing this for a couple of months. Robbing food was not enough, you need money. And what a better place to rob money than a bank?

It was around 11 pm, you and Yeonjun were on a gray car that you rob from a car deposit like 2 weeks ago. Yeonjun drove to the nearest bank on the city and park the car a few meters away from the place.

Both of you got out of the car and walked a couple of meters to reach your finally destination. Lucky you, there were only around 2 people inside the bank. You weren’t scared at all, but the thought of someone calling the police and you ending on prison didn’t leave your mind.

Both of you got in the bank with a small gun on your hand, just to scare people you know.

“Everybody stay fucking still!” said Yeonjun. “If one of you move I will shoot you directly in the head, clear?”

You need to admit it, Yeonjun looked very hot threating people.

“Hi” you said pointing to the man that was in behind a table. “Would you be kind enough to put all the money you had over there here, please?”

You handed the man a black backpack so he could add all the money he could provide. Nervously adding and adding big quantities of money inside. When the backpack couldn’t take more, you gave the man a fake smile and got out of the bank with Yeonjun.

Both of you were jumping and laughing like crazy while running to your car. Someone must have called the police, because you could clearly hear the siren from miles ago.

“Turn off the light” you said getting into the car.

“Put your seat back”

Yeonjun turned off the car light and both of you put the seat back. The police car passed near you, lighting the inside of the car with blue and red lights.

Yeonjun and you looked at each other while laughing. Everything turned out very well, and now you had enough money to rent an apartment.

“Robbing with you is my favorite activity in this world” he said giving you a smile.

“Mine too” you answered.

“I love you very much, Y/N”

“I love you too, Junnie”

a/n: please give me ideas to write, pleaaaase.

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faeprincefelix · 2 years

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Hot Summer Night

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, some public stuff

You didn't need to look down to feel Eddie smirking up at you. He whistled at you under his breath "damn baby, what a view". It didn't take a genius to work out he was making the most of being able to see right up your dress.

"Such a perv" you teased. You were half way through the bathroom window of your local cinema. Sneaking in here was something you and Eddie did a lot, often just to sit in the dark and make out whilst some movie played in the background. Eddie would take you on proper dates whenever he could as well of course, but you knew he didn't have a lot of money. Whatever he made from selling drugs to his classmates usually went straight to helping his uncle out. It had taken a long time for Eddie to fully open up to you, and he'd spoken a few times about how he never wanted his uncle to feel guilty about not always being able to afford to put food on the table- so he'd insisted on paying rent since he was sixteen. It didn't bother you at all that Eddie was poor, and really you didn't understand why people looked down on him for it. Eddie was one of the most genuine people you'd ever met, and you felt lucky every single day to call him yours. You didn't know what you did to deserve him, but boy were you thankful for it.

A bit more shuffling and you made it through the window, dropping down onto the floor on the other side as carefully as you could. You couldn't hold back a laugh as Eddie not so gracefully followed you. He was taller than you, so climbing through the window was naturally more difficult for him. Eddie stuck his tongue out at you in response before walking over to you and gently taking your hand in his. It didn’t take him long to navigate to the correct screen, leading you up the stairs to the chairs on the right at the very back of the cinema. He let go of your hand ushering for you to go in first before quickly following you and sinking down in the seat next to you. Eddie wasted no time in letting you know where his mood was at, his hand already resting high on your thigh, brushing the edge of your dress. You shuffled, getting a little more comfortable. As the movie started you leaned over, opening the bag of popcorn Eddie had brought from home that was now in his lap. You hand sliding inside and purposely taking longer than needed to grab a handful of the popcorn. You could feel his eyes on you already and his hand squeezed tighter on your thigh. It didn’t take much longer for his hand to start exploring. He dug his nails harshly into your inner thigh, and you had to cover up your reaction with a fake cough.

“A little warning” you hissed at him under your breath. You loved playing games like this in public, seeing how far you could push each other before someone snapped. But it was always a dangerous game for you, Eddie got reactions out of you that nobody else ever had and god could they be difficult to hide sometimes. His actions were already sending waves of heat through your body and you could feel yourself beginning to get wet. It was ridiculous how easy he could turn you on, but you weren’t complaining, it definitely made things more interesting.

“I could warn you” he teased, his mouth inches away from your ear “but where’s the fun in that.” Within seconds his hand was under your dress. Fingers tracing the seams of your underwear. Hand reaching for his jaw, you pulled him closer to you, lips crashing against his. Eddie kissed you back with urgency, fingers now rubbing you over your underwear. Your hands curled into his hair making him moan into your mouth. His tongue slipped into your mouth at the same time that his hand slid into your underwear and this time it was your turn to moan into his mouth. Eddie was smirking into the kiss now and it was so hot. His fingers teased you slowly, dancing across your entrance. You tried to grind against his fingers, wanting more.

“Stop teasing me” you muttered against his lips. Your mouth moving down to his neck. Licking a long trail up from his collarbone, before biting him a couple of times. You didn’t miss how his body stiffened. He finally slid his fingers inside you, setting a steady pace. Distracting you from your own actions, you buried your face in his neck. Muffling moans against his skin. Eddie groaned quietly himself. He kept up the pace for a few minutes, your hot breath against his neck giving him goosebumps.

"You're so fucking hot" he muttered under his breath, though still loud enough for you to be able to hear. His words made you fight through the pleasure and resume your earlier actions. This time trailing soft kisses across his collarbone, then tracing them up to the bottom of his throat before lightly dragging your teeth across the area. The groan Eddie made was almost too loud and you smirked in satisfaction. That was until he wiped the smirk right off of your face as he turned the pace of his fingers brutally fast. fuck. He was really testing your control and you weren't sure how long you would be able to last without alerting the whole cinema to what was happening. Eddie showed no signs of easing up though.

You clawed at his arm, surviving only a few more minutes before you grabbed at his wrist. "Eddie, i'm going to need you to slow down" you breathed heavily "otherwise you're going to get us caught." You released his wrist from your grip, trying to gather yourself.

Eddie looked at you mischievously before completely ignoring your request and going straight back to the pace he'd set. He leaned more towards you "wanna get out of here?"

"Yes" you replied almost too quickly. Eddie slowed down his pace before slowly taking his fingers out. Eyes locked with yours he brought his fingers up to his lips and slowly licked your juices off them. One finger at a time.

"Delicious" he teased with a wink, knowing exactly the effect he was having on you right now. If it wasn't for the fact that you'd be arrested for it, you'd jump his bones right here, right now.

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The walk back to your house seemed tortuously long. Most of the time the two of you ended up back in Eddie's trailer, but luckily for you your parents had gone away for the weekend and you had the place all to yourself. It was also much closer to the cinema than Eddie's place. Eddie had been his usual dramatic self on the walk back, acting out parts of the new D&D campaign he'd been preparing. You weren't part of his group, but you still loved to hear about what he was creating. It was great to see him so passionate. That utterly gorgeous smile of his, wide on his face. There was no better sight.

You eventually reached your house and you could feel how close Eddie was behind you as you unlocked the door. He barely gave you both time to get inside before slamming you hard against the wall.

"And here's me thinking I was the horny one tonight" you teased between kisses, hands curling into his hair.

Eddie practically growled at you. "I don't think you have any idea what effect you have on me, hearing those moans, feeling how easily you get wet, knowing it's all for me- that nobody else could make you feel that way- fuck sweetheart there's nothing hotter." Eddie's mouth dropped down, sucking a dark bruise on to your neck "i don't think you understand how much control it took me not to have my way with you right there in the cinema- especially when you were giving me such desperate 'fuck me' eyes."

You couldn't argue with him. He was right, that is exactly what you had done. As soon as he'd picked up the rhythm of his fingers you'd been dying to have him inside you. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, rubbing it against you through his jeans. You couldn't hold back a filthy moan and fuck you didn't want to wait any longer. “Upstairs" you pleaded with him. As tempting as it would be to let Eddie rail you right here in the living room, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to look your parents in the eyes afterwards.

"Your wish, as always m'lady, is my command" you squealed in surprise as Eddie picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your arse once for good measure. It always made you a little nervous when he did this, you didn't count yourself as light and Eddie didn't exactly work out, but he didn't seem to mind and carried you up the stairs with relative ease. Chucking you down on your bed. Eddie crawled on top of you, his fingers lightly running through your hair. Faces inches away from each other. You watched him silently as he seemed caught up in his own world for a few seconds. “I must be the luckiest guy in the world” he mumbled after a few moments, his gaze locking with yours, and his hand moving to caress your cheek. “i love you y/n” the sincerity in his gaze was almost overwhelming “i hope you know that.”

“I do” you brought your hand up to mirror his “i love you too Eddie- more than anything.” You ran your finger across his bottom lip, his lips parting slightly. A beautiful sight.

Eddie groaned impatiently, taking your hand and pinning it above you on the bed. “Sorry sweetheart- but fuck I can’t wait any longer to touch you” with that Eddie moved up on to his knees, shuffling back a little so he could grab the bottom of your dress, dragging it up and off of you with your help. His hands roamed your stomach, slowly moving up- your breath hitching as you locked eye contact for a second. The hunger already present in his eyes taking you a little bit by surprise. You hadn’t grown up that confident but Eddie made you feel beautiful every day. The way that he worshipped you, god just the way he looked at you sometimes.

Eddie had been the one to make the first move between you. Though you’d been totally smitten after the second time you met him, you were too nervous to say anything. You had been new to town, moving with your dad here after your parents separated. Robin had been allocated to be your buddy on the first day and the two of you became quick friends. Things hadn’t been easy for you at the time and you acted out a lot, and ended up in detention pretty quickly. That was where you’d first met Eddie Munson. He was hard to miss, a live wire in a quiet room. You’d hardly been able to take your eyes off of him. The hour detention had flown by and you were admittedly a little gutted not to have an excuse to be in his space anymore. What you didn’t know at the time was that Eddie had noticed you the very first day that you’d joined Hawkins High. Purposely getting himself detention at the same time as you so that he had at least a shot at getting your attention. Eddie had appeared next to you at your locker the next day, making an excuse to talk to you by giving you back the pen he’d borrowed from you. You’d walked to class together, getting to know each other a little - finding out you had a fair amount in common. It took only a week before Eddie was inviting you to sit with him at lunch. You’d alternated your lunch breaks between him and Robin, not wanting to abandon the first real friend you’d made here. You and Eddie became good friends, though you both flirted shamelessly with each other. It had been a month later, when you were sharing a joint in Eddie's bedroom after a show that he’d finally got up the courage to kiss you. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend almost instantly after you’d confessed the way you felt about him and there had never been a day since where he hadn’t made you feel special.

You were dragged out of the memory by the feel of Eddie's cold rings against your breast. He kneaded slowly at first but started to get a little more rough. His fingers moving to pinch your nipple between them, dragging a loud moan from your throat. He licked his lips in response, his other hand trailing down your body. “I love the way you sound” he muttered against the skin just under your breasts. His hand paused on the waistband of your underwear for a second, teasing you and double checking for permission at the same time.

“Please Eddie” you half begged, rocking your hips upward. With a smirk his hand slid into your underwear, his thumb immediately finding your clit.

“Still so wet for me” he groaned “it’s practically sinful how desperate you get for me.” Eddie’s mouth moved to your other breast, licking a trail around your nipple. You squirmed underneath him as he took the bud between his teeth, tugging harshly. He slipped a finger inside you, setting a steady pace, his eyes watching your facial expressions carefully. He knew exactly what made you tick by now, but still he loved watching your reactions. He only gave you a few seconds to adjust before adding a second finger.

Your whimpers and moans were more regular now. Eddie told you off when your eyes flickered closed “I want your eyes on me, gorgeous.” You whimpered pathetically in response. Eddie slid his fingers in deeper, now up to his knuckles. Your back arched on the bed whilst you mewled and whispered curse words under your breath. Eddie’s pace was now relentless. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades. You could feel yourself heading towards your climax. "Feels so good" you mumbled, breath shaky. Eddie was too focused to reply. Instead taking your nipple in his mouth once again, sucking attentively. One of your hands found its way into his hair, pulling harshly. Eddie groaned against your skin, biting down on the flesh he'd been sucking on. That action was all you needed, crying out loudly as your orgasm spread through your body. Eddie's fingers worked you through it.

Eddie motioned for you to clean yourself off his fingers and you didn’t hesitate to oblige him. The look on his face was enough to already spark the heat in body once again. "Look at that" Eddie teased, a ridiculously cocky grin on his face "i made you come and I didn't even undress you properly." He hooked his fingers under your panties and pulled them off. He came back up, chin resting on your still sensitive cunt. "Can't be having that- think we're going to need a do over."

To your surprise Eddie moved off you, laying back on your bed. He signalled for you to join him and you straddled his waist. Eddie shook his head at you amused "oh that is so not what i meant." He grabbed the back of your thighs harshly, pulling you upwards. You smirked as it finally clicked what he wanted, and you moved with his hands, now straddling his face instead. Heart already pounding. Your hands immediately reaching for your headboard, knowing far too well how much you'd need it for stability. Eddie started by teasing you, one slow lick between your folds. It had you whimpering already and you felt Eddie chuckle beneath you. It was a tortuous few seconds before his tongue was on you again. He licked a bold trail up to your clit, his tongue swirling around it. He had never done this to you before fresh off the back of another orgasm and the extra sensitivity just made everything ten times more intense than before. His tongue finally slipped inside you as his hands moved to squeeze your arse.

“Mmm, fuck” you renewed your grip on your headboard, your hands sweaty from how hard you’d been holding on to it already. Eddie was good at everything when it came to sex. He had really taken his time in the beginning to find out exactly how you liked things. Which actions would get the biggest reactions out of your body. But this, god this was a whole other world of bliss. You were pretty sure he could get you to say or do anything for him right now. His pace increased and you moaned his name, feeling him groan against you which further amplified your pleasure.

“Ride my face baby– please” his request was mumbled into you and fuck it was so hot. His hands were already on your hips, guiding you. You matched his rhythm, whimpering and moaning as his tongue lapped at you hungrily. His nails dug into your thighs and the moan you let out was pure filth. You couldn’t help yourself as you rocked yourself against him, deeper and faster.

“Ah, fuck, Eddie” you were already close again and you could feel your legs beginning to shake. Eddie had clearly noticed too, his hands moving to grab your thighs, helping you to keep steady. You almost thought you might break the headboard from the death grip you currently had on it. It didn’t take Eddie much longer to bring you over the edge again. His tongue lapping up your orgasm as your whole body literally shook.

“I’ve got you sweetheart” he murmured softly as he helped you manoeuvre yourself back down onto the bed. He lent over you, hand brushing your cheek, and some of his hair falling into your face. You were both silent for a few minutes as you both got your breath back. “Are you good baby?” Eddie checked in with you.

You nodded. “I’m more than good, Eddie” you smirked at him and he chuckled. It really was the most beautiful sound. Your body was starting to feel like it belonged to you again and you knew that Eddie had been very patient with his own pleasure. You didn’t want to make him wait much longer. “But what about you?” your hand slid down his body, cupping him through his jeans. Eddie’s intake of breath as you did so was delicious. He was so hard and god you could feel yourself getting wet again. “You’re wearing far too much clothing right now, Eddie Munson” you stated teasingly.

You pushed him back onto the bed climbing on top of him. You kissed at his neck softly as your hands reached down, pulling his t-shirt up over his head. Your fingers danced down Eddie’s chest as he watched you, mesmerised. You ran your tongue across his body just above his jeans. Smiling against his skin when he groaned. You weren’t as confident or as talkative in the bedroom as Eddie but you still knew how to make him feel good. Your hands were undoing his belt, sliding his jeans and boxers off of him. Eddie’s eyes never left you as you slid yourself down onto him, both moaning. You were still for a few seconds, letting yourself adjust. Eddie was slightly impatient and rocked up into you once, a pleading expression on his face. Having him like this, desperate for you, it was such a powerful feeling. You started to move, a steady pace at first, building bit by bit. Eddie sat up, his mouth finding your breast, hands on your hips guiding you up and down on him faster, whilst he continued to rock up into you. The sounds coming from the both of you were echoing around the room and it was paradise. Your hands tangled in his hair, one pushing him further against your chest, the other pulling hard on his hair.

“God, y/n, you always feel so good around me - can’t take how fucking great you make me feel” Eddie groaned. His hand sliding down your body, thumb connecting with your clit. You moaned loudly as he started aggressively rubbing circles. He helped you as you struggled to focus on maintaining your rhythm. Eddie’s own thrusts were getting a little sloppy and you could tell he was close as well. You were always amazed at Eddie’s level of self-control, you weren’t very good at holding back your own orgasms, but you knew Eddie would be determined to have you finish for a third time this evening before he finally let go. You bit his shoulder as the familiar feeling flooded over you, trying your hardest to keep going so that Eddie could have his own pleasure. It wasn’t long after that you felt him fill you up with a loud moan of your name. You fell back on to the bed, chest heaving, reaching out for Eddie’s hand. He linked your fingers. “You’re gonna be the death of me one day y/n” he breathed, giving you an adoring look.

Eddie rolled off the bed, wandering over to the bathroom, bringing back a towel and a glass of water which he handed to you. He gently cleaned you up whilst you took large sips of the drink. You handed it to him, leaving some so he could have a drink himself, before signalling for him to lay back down next to you. You were quite convinced that you could spend the rest of your life with him, a terrifying thought really but it didn’t actually scare you. Still you weren’t ready to share that with him just yet, instead placing a soft kiss on his lips. “You mean the world to me Eddie, you really do”

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kensboytoy · 6 months

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A Boy and His Doll (Ch. 1)

Title: A Boy and His Doll

Fandom: Barbie (2023)

Pairings: Ken/Original Character (M/M)

Ratings: General

Chapter: 1/?

Summary:

An underpaid middle school librarian gets the surprise of his life when his childhood doll waltzes out of Barbie Land and into his workplace. When the two reconnect, both start to realize they have been chasing the wrong things in life.

A/N:

This is singlehandedly the most indulgent thing I've ever written. I have selfshipped since I was a kid, yet Ken has blown every other crush out of the water. He means the world to me and I hope this fic can be a glimpse into why I adore him so much!

Quietly shelving books that preteens had shoved in various nooks and crannies around the library, things almost seemed peaceful for once. It was just before the final bell was due to ring and everything was finally quiet since class after class had descended upon the tiny library like wolves. The teachers tried their best to handle the large class sizes in an environment outside of the classroom and, well… At least there wasn't a ton of trash to clean up today. Just ripped up books that would either have to be taped up again or tossed in the ever-growing destroy pile.

Why were kids so destructive these days? Oswald sighed to himself as he ran his fingers along another torn cover. He didn't blame the kids, really. Junior high was rough, after all, and he certainly knew that the larger class sizes each year meant that so many of these kids were falling behind. Sometimes he wished he had pursued that teaching credential like he had dreamt of since he was young. That was a far and distant dream nowadays. Many of those silly childhood dreams were. Teacher. Cartoonist. Writer. This job barely paid the rent in Los Angeles, adding teacher expenses alongside student loans would be the final thing that would send him living in his car.

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The young librarian plopped down in his shoddy swivel chair to begin the process of rebinding all the destroyed books now piled up like an unstable mountain on his desk. It already took him through his lunch hour earlier, so he would just spend the rest of the day working on the daunting task. Somewhere in the faculty fridge, his salad was only getting more wilted and pathetic. It could wait. If he didn't do this now, it would just be another project to work on for hours after school and he loathed staying too late. Classifieds like him with no teaching degree weren't exactly encouraged to have more hours than what was on the schedule and the school had already warned him that there was plenty of time in the day to get all his job duties done.

Oz rolled his eyes at the thought. Administration was just so out of touch with what actually made the school run. When you get paid enough money, you stop caring if kids actually are thriving in public education or not. He let out a soft sigh as he booted up what was now considered an antique: the old Cover One machine. Lazily, he reached around in his drawer for his X-acto knife and gave a blank stare as he pulled it out. No blade. Seriously? How these little thieves got into his locked drawers was seriously impressive, yet mildly infuriating.

"Just take the whole thing next time," he muttered under his breath while reaching for his bag. Years of art supplies were stashed away in there, so he held his breath in prayer for a blade refill. "Shit!"

Of course it was loose. When did he ever have the common sense to put things in their proper cases? He carefully pulled the blade out and was thankful that the cut wasn't deep enough to bleed for more than a few seconds. A quick sucking on the tip of his index finger would heal him enough. Into the holder the blade went and Oz was back at the task of dissecting this book apart. As the blade sliced through the cover, severing it from the spine, Oswald winced. He was always so careful with his own books, always keeping them pristine while reading and never dared to even dog-ear the pages, he felt a bit guilty for the inanimate object he was holding. Hopefully books couldn't feel being tossed around and ripped apart. So many of them sat lonely and untouched on the shelves that he wondered which was a worse fate for something designed to be helpful to humans.

The librarian hummed to himself as he carefully cut off the dust cover before preparing a piece of adhesive to slide against the now bare spine. With the Cover One now warmed up, Oz delicately wrapped the book in wax paper before placing it in the machine. He firmly held the book steady until there were a few beeps signaling that it was done. Out the book came, almost for a breath of air, before he plopped it back in to let it settle for the next eleven minutes. He mused that he could try and fix some of the paperbacks while waiting for it to cool off when he heard the thick library door push open.

Figuring that it was one of the quiet kids coming in to retreat from the chaos of class dismissal, Oz’s face softened into a smile while he stood from his seat to greet them. However, when he saw the fully grown figure in a… cowboy costume? Oz paused. Having adults on campus wasn't unheard of, there were in fact many parents on a daily basis who came in and out even though they really should have stricter security measures at the school. But this person didn't really look like a parent trying to pick their kid up from school.

Was there an assembly Oz had forgotten about? Some weird yo-yo man teaching tricks to bored kids even in this day and age? Or maybe he was a cowboy teaching kids for a career day or something? But that costume didn't scream a real, genuine cowboy. Oz had grown up with vaqueros in Gilroy, watching them skillfully take care of the farmlands out there. And they did not look like this delicate, untouched pretty boy who had just strutted in.

Curiously, he elected to watch the stranger for the time being as nothing about the man really warranted him to freak out quite yet. It was actually a nice surprise. Oz sat back down in his chair and continued to work on his book repairs, his emerald eyes flashing up every now and then to see what the cowboy was up to. The man looked lost, like he had never been in a library before. He was staring at the ends of the isles, desperately searching for where a certain subject would be. Alright, he was starting to look pathetic enough that Oz had to help him out.

"Can I help you?" he inquired, sneaking up behind the cowboy.

There was a soft yelp from the blonde before he whipped around, baby blue eyes wide in fright. Oz was looked up and down before the stranger stood back up at his full height, eyes narrowed.

"You must be the keeper of these books?"

The question sounded almost impressed. Oz, obviously amused, gave a small nod.

"The one and only. What can I help you find?"

That caused the cowboy to look more relieved as a wide smile stretched across his goofy looking face.

"I'd like your books about men, please."

Oh. Oh? Well that was interesting. Was this man…? No, no. No need to make speculations. Just because Oz was gay didn't mean that every guy was. Though, with that outfit…

Oz shook the thought from his mind quickly, not wanting to assume that this pretty man was talking about the wide selection of queer books they had. He led the man to the non-fiction section before turning his head back up at him.

"Well, you'll have a lot to pick from, but I'd start here. Try the biographies and autobiographies if it gets too overwhelming," the ginger haired man offered with a smile. "If you have a better idea of… men, well, I can help you narrow it down."

The cowboy scanned the books for a moment, still seeming so puzzled. Oz might have to hold his hand through the entire library process wouldn't he?

"Do you have books about… the patriarchy?"

Oz blinked in surprise. Huh. Yeah, this guy was a weird one. Didn’t exactly scream incel but the request was a bit amusing coming from a handsome boy. He quickly walked down the isles to the war section and pointed out a few very outdated pieces of literature the school still somehow hung onto. The man ran his index finger along the spines before grabbing a few that interested him. Pleased with his selection, he beamed at Oswald. There was something charming and almost innocent the way he smiled. Like a proud child picking out their first book. Oz couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his heart at that.

"How about horses?"

Now that was a normal request. Fitting for the cowboy! Oz returned the smile and showed the cowboy their small selection. Wasn’t anything fancy, really. Perhaps an elementary school would have a wider selection. Back when he was a horse girl, that was the ultimate treasure trove of knowledge. Middleschoolers didn’t care about that sort of thing too much. ’That stuff’s for babies’ would be the usual complaint. So, the school barely kept anything fun in stock. Booooring! A total snoozeville. It’s like no kid could harbour a special interest anymore.

Oswald carefully pulled out the only book that was specific to horses and watched the man’s eyes go wide. Eager hands snatched it up, thumbs dancing along the cover as if he was trying to actually pet the horses plastered all over the book. That goofy smile never faded from the stranger even for a second.

“Yes! Yes…” The man was giggling. “This is perfect - do I have to pay for these?”

He suddenly looked very worried, full of cautious optimism searching Oz’s face for an answer while protectively clutching the handful of books to his chest. Oz let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“Normally you’d need a library card but, uh, you’re not a student. ‘sides, no one will miss those books if you took them. I think the last time anyone even looked at those books was more than a decade ago. They’d probably end up in a landfill soon anyways.” Playfully, he shot the cowboy a wink and pressed his index finger to his own lips. “Just keep quiet about it, ‘kay?”

There was that sweet smile again followed by frantic nodding.

“Of course! Your secret is safe with me, bookkeeper.”

“School librarian, but I kinda like bookkeeper better,” Oz laughed.

“Well, bookkeeper, I shall take these fine books and bid you ado,” the cowboy grinned, tipping his hat to Oz.

As the cowboy turned to leave, Oz reached out to grab his hand. It was so instinctual - like he was afraid of saying goodbye to this stranger. He couldn’t just let him go so easily. Maybe he could ask him what his deal was. Anything to spend another minute with him.

When their fingers grazed against each other, his mind exploded with visions that suddenly froze every muscle in his body and completely immobilized him.

Visions of him being very little with a doll in his hands. The only doll he ever had growing up. Ken. His Ken doll that he found in a pile of cheap toys at the flea market his family vended at. The one that caught his eye underneath the mountain of stuffed animals he normally would jump at the chance to pick through. Still in his tattered box. Oz never thought he’d be able to afford something so nice. His usual toys were old and discarded ones no longer wanted by their owners. Broken, unbranded, or simply just cheap fast food toys that other children grew tired of. The kind old lady selling the doll had given it to him for all the change he had rattling around in his pocket that day once she saw the quiet child’s nervous excitement just holding the box.

How very careful he was taking such an exquisite toy out of the box. Delicately opening the packaging and saving what he could before holding Ken tightly against his chest. Tears had rolled down his cheeks from just how happy he was to own something so nice. A little dollie all of his own. He’d be oh so careful to love and cherish this Ken for as long as he could!

They were inseparable. Ken was always in his coat pocket wherever he went. Despite being so young, Oz made sure to play with his toys as gingerly as possible. Ken was handled especially tenderly. Always getting a nice long bath in the sink after spending the whole day outside. Then getting tucked into a makeshift bed made out of tissues or scraps of fabric samples Oz’s mom let him have. All set up nice and cozy on the dresser next to his own bed so that he could keep Ken closeby. With Ken around, nightmares didn’t stand a chance.

Memories like this had been long locked away by Oz’s deep-rooted trauma. Yet now they were pouring in uncontrollably.

“Ken?” Oswald’s voice cracked as tears flooded his vision. It was so soft and uncertain. Surely this was a dream. It couldn’t be his Ken, right?

It looked like Ken had been hit with the same realization. His twinkling blue eyes were wide like a deer in the headlights as he searched Oz’s face. Immediately, his arms were around Oswald, holding him tightly. A laugh bubbled up from him and he just kept squeezing. So afraid to let go.

A memory. Ken had a memory! He wasn’t sure if he ever had one before, but it felt so nice. Brand new, a bit scary, but… he could feel something deep inside him that he had never felt before. The only thing he could compare it to was the feeling he had been chasing whenever Barbie looked at him. What was that funny feeling that made him feel so full?

“Oz! Wow!” He couldn’t stop himself from letting out excited little laughs of disbelief. “Is that really you? Look at how much you’ve grown…”

Clutching onto his old friend, Oswald was overcome with emotion. His smile was wide and shaky as he began to sob softly into Ken’s shoulder. Those were words he always craved to hear from loved ones since his transition. No one had ever said something so sweet to him.

Worried that he had upset his dear friend, Ken pulled back enough to closely examine the weeping man. Oz wasn’t frowning, no there was still a smile on his face, but why did he cry? Was he not happy to see him? Had he said something wrong?

“You should be standing in my curio cabinet at home,” Oz’s voice cracked, teary eyes looking up at his doll. “How…”

“You kept me?” It was Ken’s turn to be surprised.

“Of course I did.” Carefully, as if he were afraid that Ken would disappear like a fading dream, Oz cupped his doll’s cheek. “I tried to keep all my toys that my family didn’t haul off without me knowing.”

Family.

Ken remembered those people - they weren’t very nice. As the memories continued to trickle into his plastic brain, he could recall the nights Oz would cry after being berated by his aunt and uncle specifically. He had been so scared after his parents passed away. Hugging Ken close to him every night even though he was all grown up. How desperately Ken wanted to hug him back and tell him he was okay. To protect his boy. He could feel that protective surge swell in his chest, arms tightening his hold onto Oswald. Now he could properly hold his boy.

It was an unfamiliar feeling to be held like this. Sure, Oz gave plenty of hugs to his friends even as an adult. This was far different from that. His body tensed up for a moment like a frightened prey animal unable to move. However, the longer they stood in the embrace, he felt himself relax into Ken’s touch. The tears couldn’t stop themselves as soon as they cascaded back down his cheeks. Safe. For the first time in more than a decade, Oz felt safe.

“I’m so happy I found you again,” Ken murmured, dipping his head down to rest against Oz's.

“How is this possible, Ken? I - I’m not having one of those hallucinations again, right?” Nervously, the librarian pulled away so that he could stare into Ken’s eyes. It was so bizarre that Ken looked so human and yet still very dollike. “You feel real.”

“I am real!” Ken puffed out his chest and gave a bit of a flex to show off. “Does this not totally look real?”

There was a giggle from Oz as he placed a hand on the firm bicep that was being showcased. The fact that Ken was such a show-off was rather charming, he couldn’t lie. A true himbo like the human had always imagined.

“C’mon, dollie. I didn’t mean it like that.” He gave him a reassuring pat on his arm. “You know that my brain plays tricks on me.”

Ken’s boisterous behaviour faltered for a moment as he looked at his boy.

“You still see those… monsters?” he quietly asked.

“Sometimes. It’s not as scary like it was back then.” Oz gave a sheepish smile, feeling bad that he was causing Ken to worry so much. “I take medication to help now.”

Those arms were back around him, pulling him in for another hug.

“I won’t let them get to you. I can fight them for you now!”

How could Ken so easily make all the years of trauma slip away like it was nothing? Oz had been fighting for so long on his own, trying to make a life for himself in this crazy world. And now his doll was human-sized and a walking, talking being that somehow waltzed back into his life? He didn’t believe in fate. But this was one hell of a coincidence.

“But how are you here, Ken? I don’t understand.”

“That’s easy! Barbie was trying to find the little girl who was playing with her. Something about cellulite - whatever that is. Lots of transportation. And now we’re here in the Real World!”

Staring at him like he grew a second head, Oz cocked his head to the side.

“Barbie? I never had a Barbie. Did you… find a Barbie?”

Suddenly, Ken felt very warm. His face was red hot! That was weird. He was plastic. Was this another funny feeling he didn’t quite understand?

“Well, yeah. It’s Barbie and Ken, you know?”

Oz’s face softened at that.

“That’s sweet. My Ken has a Barbie. Huh.”

“Wh-what?” That blush was growing deeper. Ken looked nervous. But that funny feeling was growing when Oz called him his Ken.

“Nothin’. ’s just cute that you found your girlfriend. Is she here too?” He peeked out the window of the library, glancing through the crowds of preteens. Nothing loud and pink out there.

“She’s uh. Doing her own thing.”

Oz’s brow shot upwards and he tried his best to suppress his grin.

“Well, don’t let me keep you, Ken. Go on, go to her.” He pulled away from his doll, heart feeling achy at the thought of Ken leaving. But if Ken had a Barbie, he wasn’t going to keep him from her. Looks like his doll didn’t need him anymore.

It was Ken’s turn to grab Oz’s hand.

“I wanna stay with you longer. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” It was surprising to Ken that he was saying all this. Normally, he’d do anything to trail in Barbie’s shadow in the hopes she’d so much as look at him. But that didn’t seem to interest him right now. Not with his boy right in front of him. Something was telling him that he needed to stay with Oswald. “Please?”

Oz couldn’t say no to such a sweet face. How could anyone?

“Okay, okay. You’re really twistin’ my arm here,” he joked. Ken immediately let go, panic on his face. “Oh, no! I was just teasing! It’s an expression.”

The librarian turned his head to the stack of books on his desk. He should have stayed to finish the daunting work and not have even more on his plate for the next day, but…

Oh, come on! His childhood doll springs to life and he’s just supposed to go back to his mundane day job? Nuh-uh. He was going to spend as much time as he could with Ken in case he was plucked away back to wherever the hell he came from.

“If you give me ten minutes, I’ll wrap up everything here and maybe we could…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Go back to my apartment or something?”

Ken lit up at that. Like an excitable dog, he was practically bouncing up and down. Then he realized he may be looking very uncool and tried to stand up straight to posture himself as calm and collected.

“That would be rad.”

“You can go over to those bean bags and chill for a bit - I’m sure you wanna read those new books you got.” Oz smiled, pointing to a circle of janky bean bag chairs that had seen much better years.

Oh right. The books. Ken had almost forgotten about the books he was carrying, fingers curling against the thick spines of each one. Somehow, he wasn’t that intrigued to explore the topics of this world that he had been so curious about not even ten minutes ago. That didn’t matter to him when Oswald was right there.

“I can read that stuff later,” he shrugged. “No big deal.”

Oz tried to bite back a laugh at the fact that Ken was trying to act so smooth after nearly bursting at the seams getting these books just a short bit ago. Was he wanting to impress Oswald now? What a silly doll. He simply gave a little nod and began to tidy up the books he had been rebinding, taking notice as Ken shuffled closer to try and take a peek. Oz didn’t mind the audience. Having his doll near him felt safe. A warm feeling that pooled in his belly that he hadn’t felt in so long. Maybe Ken could stick around longer before he went back to his dollhouse. Did Ken have a dollhouse? He’d have to ask a million questions about where Ken came from when they got back home.

The little flutters in his chest with Ken nearby were so bizarre. Was it excitement? Nervousness? There was a frenzy of emotions running through him all at once due to the fact that his doll was lifesize and following him around like a lost puppy. Such a sweet face. He could feel his own face grow warm with the threat of blush rising to his cheeks. Shit, when he went red, it was so painfully obvious! So he tried to hide his face with his long copper locks of hair and turn away from Ken as much as possible when tidying up. Maybe since Ken was so oblivious he wouldn’t notice his human getting flustered.

And he didn’t, thankfully. The doll was too occupied with watching what Oz was doing with his hands. How gentle they were with the tattered books lining his desk. Ken smiled to himself. Of course his boy was careful - he remembered how well taken care of he was when he was Oz’s doll. There was something swirling around in his own chest at the thought of it. Kens were merely accessories for Barbies and not typically played with on their own. Yet, with all the memories filling him, he now knew that he had been loved by his human. Looks like it wasn’t just Barbie that had someone! His half smirk was wide on his face with just how smug he felt. There was someone out there that loved Ken for being Ken. Wow!

“What’s that look for?” Oz chuckled, bag slung over his shoulder and car keys in hand as soon as he walked back up to Ken.

“Nothing!” Ken lied. Had to still play it cool. Couldn’t mess this chance up! “Just… ready for our hangout sesh.”

Oswald looked skeptically at Ken before he absentmindedly reached for the doll’s free hand. Their fingers laced together and Oz was pulling him to the door. It felt so natural that neither of them had questioned how sudden this was. Just bashful glimpses at one another like two shy kids holding hands for the first time.

“Alright, cowboy. Let’s go home.”

#Works of Oz #Fanfiction #Selfship #Ken #Barbie 2023 #I swore I would start posting my Gosling stuff here so... hello everyone ;u;#Ryan Gosling

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Four

“How long are you going to make me stand like this?”

“Claire, the life drawing models do this for an hour at a time, I think you can handle ten minutes.”

“At least they get paid for it, all I get is criticism.”

“Please, try to keep your feet in the same spot, the legs are really important.”

She sighs and readjusts, planting her feet back onto the two X’s I’ve marked on the floor with masking tape, then stands still for a good five seconds before reaching up to touch her hair.

I sigh with frustration. “Claire…”

“Sorry, I just feel like my hair looks weird.”

“It’s fine, please can you just…”

“I’m worried you aren’t going to make me look good.”

“It’s not about making you look good, it’s about capturing an accurate portrayal of human anatomy.”

“Ugh.” She moves her arms back to roughly the correct position, but now her torso has kind of twisted out of position, so I take my gummy eraser and start rubbing out what I’ve already drawn.

‘Why is this so hard?” I mutter under my breath as I bring the charcoal to the page again, drawing a fresh line for the curve of her spine. It seems like no matter what I do, I can never recreate the focus I have in Ida’s studio. I’ve tried drawing in my sketchbook on the bus, in cafes, while sitting on benches at the park, but my drawings always look off, I don’t feel sure about my talent like I used to. I’m not carrying an inspirational spark with me when I’m outside of the walls of my college and yet, tomorrow is Friday. The day that we all have to lay our sketchbooks out on the floor and critique each other for the work we’ve done during the week, so really I have to come up with something halfway good. I want Ida to be proud. I don’t want the cursed Dean Cullen to be mean, although he inevitably will. His default mode is nasty, but still, I can’t help but want to prove myself. To be good enough. To be the best.

“I’m not going to move, don’t worry…” Claire says. “But I just want to say that I’m getting very cold.”

“It won’t be long, I promise.” I plead.

“Don’t life drawing models also have heaters?”

“It’s not like you’re naked. Leggings and a vest are like, roughly the same thing as a heater.”

“Not at all. And it’s almost winter. Why don’t we at least have the radiators on?”

I shudder at the thought of the last electricity bill, the memory of opening up that little white envelope and feeling like I was going to have a heart attack and collapse onto the wooden floor. It was revealed then that Claire was leaving the heating on pretty much all day from the moment the temperature dipped below fourteen degrees, for the sake of being cosy. Her parents pay for everything, including her half of the utility bills, so really, nothing matters at all to her, and I know she doesn’t really understand why we have to suffer in the cold, or why I kept telling her to buy a hot water bottle instead of cranking on the radiators every time she goes to bed. If I didn’t keep remembering to switch it off our bills would be astronomical every month. I wish I could be the passive-aggressive housemate sometimes and put a padlock on the timer.

I’m on the student support grant, which just about covers my rent and food. I don’t think she understands that some people have to think about money, that it doesn’t just endlessly flow into all of our accounts, or materialise from thin air whenever we want a new skirt from American Apparel.

It frustrates me sometimes, the disparity between our finances. I’d never really thought about class, or where I stood in society before I moved away from home, but now it’s all around me all the time and utterly impossible to ignore, woven into my identity. I’ve never associated with the notion of being a working class person from a working class household but when I’m here it feels as though it’s the number one thing that defines me. It saturates everything, everyone’s accents and postcodes under scrutiny. Who’s dad can afford this and that, who has to work evenings and weekends to pay their way, who gets the grant, who doesn’t. I’d never before considered the fact that Claire got a thousand euro for her Confirmation and at my house, the year of the financial crash, we had plain pasta for dinner every day for three weeks, but now it seems as though this was something I should have always been aware of.

Shane comes into the apartment without knocking, as usual at that very moment, and Claire immediately drops her pose to skip over and embrace him, as if they haven’t seen eachother in a month, instead of every single day. He has his own apartment in Clonskeagh, but is seemingly never there. He’s become our third housemate – the one who never pays rent. I groan and drop my willow charcoal back into my plastic pencil holder. Whatever is on the page now will just have to do.

“You alright there, Evie?” Shane says over her shoulder, never letting me just have a tantrum in peace.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just finishing up an assignment.”

“Seems to be going well, sure you look delighted.”

I stick my tongue out at him, and he ignores me. “Bit cold in here, isn’t it?” He comments, and Claire throws her hands up in agreement. “Thank you!” She says. “I’ve been trying to tell her that all evening.”

“She’s cold because she’s in a vest in leggings.”

“That you made me wear for your drawing.”

Shane smirks. “I’m not complaining about the vest and leggings anyway. Come on, just flick the heat on for a while.” He goes over to the thermostat and flips it on expertly, like a man who lives here. Which he doesn’t. He just sleeps here three to four nights a week. Then he comes over and sits beside me on the couch. I try to close my sketchbook before he can catch a glimpse, but it’s too late. He puts his big hand in the way to block me.

“That’s good.” He says, pointing at the drawing I’ve just done.

“Is that the one of me?” Claire says, coming over to perch on the arm of the sofa next to him. “Oh, it is good. You made me look very pretty.”

“Not hard to do.” Shane tells her with this dreadful, flirtatious look on his face and I have to suppress a disgusted shudder.

“It’s fine.” I say begrudgingly. “But it’s not going to be good enough.”

“I think it’s great.” Claire reassures me. “What more could they be looking for?”

“Perfection.”

Shane lifts the sketchbook out of my hands without asking and starts flipping through it. “So what, is your tutor like some kind of dragon, or?”

I sigh. “Ida is fine, she’s honest but she’s fair. There’s just this one guy.” I take the sketchbook back off him and try to close it in my lap, but he easily slips it away from me again and resumes his snooping.

“A student, like?”

“Yeah. Dean Cullen. He’s always horrible about my work.”

“I wouldn’t care if some random man was making comments about my work. Sure he’s hardly going to give you grades, is he?”

“No.” I say. “But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of criticising me.”

“I doubt he sees it like that.”

“Yeah, and do you know him, do you?”

“Obviously not but he probably just thinks he’s being constructive, like.”

“He said the legs on my piece were lazy last week.”

“‘Lazy’ isn’t very constructive.” Claire agrees.

Shane turns another page thoughtfully. “Some lads just say what they think and they don’t care about how it comes out, though. He’s probably like that.”

“He’s not.” I insist.

“Sounds like he’s got under your skin.”

“He hasn’t.”

“Alright so.” A pause. “Is this me?” He holds up the sketchbook on a page of drawings of a man’s head in profile. They’re done in brown pencil. He’s got a short-back-and-sides haircut and a bump on the bridge of his nose where it was once smashed with the butt of a hurl and never quite set back the right way again.

“Yes. That’s you.”

He looks at it again, saying nothing for a few moments. Then: “Can I have it?”

“No, I need the sketchbook intact for my grade.”

“Well, can you put it online or something then?”

“Why would I do that?”

“So I can show it to people. Sure it looks exactly the same as me. I’d make it my profile picture and all.”

“Nobody wants to see my work online.” I say, going red.

“Oh they would!” Claire says. “Everyone is doing it now.”

“On Facebook?”

“No, Instagram.”

I pause. “What is that?”

She and Shane exchange a look as though I’m some old age pensioner who just had a ‘moment’, and I sigh with frustration. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is, apparently I’m technologically illiterate.”

Claire whips out her brand new iphone to show me the cute little app that looks like a polaroid camera, and then scrolls through her feed, which is just pictures and more pictures, no text posts, no statuses, just photos. “Everyone with an iphone has it now.” She explains. “You just take pictures and upload them. You can edit them in the app and everything, and you follow your friends so you can see what they post too.”

“And everyone is doing this?”

“Yeah, it’s the new Thing. And look.” She opens up a search bar and types in the word “Art”, and immediately the screen floods with images of paintings and drawings. “You can look at what other artists are doing too. I think you’d really like it.”

“Hm.” I say. “Maybe.”

“Hand me your phone.”

I obey her, and she starts tapping away at it. I watch as she downloads the app, signs me up for it, and then she follows both her account and Shane’s, who I can see has exclusively posted photographs of himself on the football field. Not content I’d be especially interested in, but I can always unfollow him later. She lifts the sketchbook off the couch and carefully turns to the page with Shane’s head drawings, and snaps a picture. She applies some brightening filter to it and then uploads it, and there it is. My first post on Instagram.

“Thank you.” I say.

“Go through my follow list and see if there’s anyone else there you want on your feed.” She instructs me. “And like, find out who else in your drawing class has it. You can all compare your drawings and leave nice comments or whatever.”

“That kind of sounds like a good idea.” I admit.

“Listen to the good feedback, not just what stinky Dean Cullen says.” She strokes my hair affectionately. “You’re so good at drawing, I’d hate it if someone made you think that you aren’t.”

“Thank you Claire. And Shane.” I say as I get up from the couch and start heading towards my room.

“We’re going to watch a film, if you want in.” Claire offers, but I shake my head.

“I think I’m going to keep drawing. I can do more studies of my own feet or something.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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announcement - ko-fi launch! ✨

hello my babes and friends 💕 i hope you all are having a fabulous new year thus far! i am coming to you with an announcement that i am equal parts excited and nervous to make! deep breath, okay~

if you want the (very) long version (y'all know how i am) i put alllllll the words under the cut, but i'll keep it short and sweet up here!

TLDR: i'm moving! and to help fund my efforts, i'm launching a TEMPORARY ko-fi donation page where y'all can send me a little cash if you feel so inclined, because this shit ain't cheap. please do NOT feel obligated to donate if you don't want to or aren't able, and understand that there are zero perks or rewards for sending me any amount in donation - except for the knowledge that you've helped your local orgasm dealer in her efforts to start her life over. 🤍

if you feel inclined to help out, you can do so at my ko-fi via this link - i will also link it in my bio thru june 1st, after which i plan to shut the page down (or when i'm done moving, whichever comes first lmao)

whether you donate or not, please know i adore you with all the horny love in my gay little heart, and i will never be able to properly express how grateful i am that you all exist and that we found each other 💜

keep reading for extremely boring personal life details 😂

as some of you may know because i absolutely like, live-tweeted my way through it, lmfao... i got out of a long-term relationship in the middle of 2022. LONGGGG term, 5.5 years, a relationship where we shared a home and got a kitten and talked about marriage and said we'd be together forever like it was a done deal. and then, it wasn't. which has been - and continues to be - really fucking hard! even though i know it was the right call, ultimately.

and the thing is, ever since that call was made, i feel like my life has been... stuck. on pause. i'm still in the same house, just without that person, without their stuff, and without my kitten (ugh 😭). i still live in the same town, and it's a town i never planned on settling down in, i just moved here for school and by the time i graduated, i somehow had a full-time job and a long-term partner and a year-long lease.

but... now i don't have that partner. now my lease is month-to-month. now the job is fully remote, and they've confirmed they have no problems with me picking up and moving wherever i want. and i've realized over the last 7 months, that i do want. i want to un-stick, to stop feeling like i have one foot in my past and one foot in my future: in short, i really, really want to get the hell out of here.

and i do know where i want to go, i'm certain of it, though for safety reasons i don't feel comfortable sharing that information just yet 💜 but the catch is, it's... over 500 miles away from where i am now - and that is a big and fucking expensive move to sort out 🥴

so! i'm taking a chance and doing a thing i never do (to a fault) and that is - ask for help. allow people to help me, lmao. and i'm doing that by setting up a ko-fi page, where anyone who has both the desire and the means to send me some cash is welcome to.

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however, if you do feel so inclined 🙆‍♀️ - if there's a fic living in your head that you'd like to start paying rent on, or in the words of hali, if i've ever made you wet and you want to pay the water bill (💀💀💀) - you can do so at my ko-fi via this link. i deeply deeply deeply appreciate any amount that anyone is able to give, even just a dollar! (and pls note the email address and info associated with my linked accounts is not my real name, so apologies to anyone who had a grand plan to dox me lmfao)

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Hi! I'm the Ozzie x timid yet affectionate reader anon :D I LOVED what you wrote. As you said, it's stinkin' cute. Thank you so much for taking my request 🥹 I was wondering, how do you imagine that Oswald would become closer with her? Basically a oneshot or headcanons (or whatever format you feel writing in the most!) of how they met and grew to like each other if you have anything in mind!

I'm so sorry for sending two requests in such a short amount of time, I genuenly loved what you wrote sm that I couldn't help myself- Please, do take the time you need and thank you again if you consider writing this too! No pressure at all! ♥️

A/N: Omg, I'm so glad you enjoyed it anon! You are so sweet I just wanna give you the tightest hug I swear! Don't ever apologize! I'm glad you shared this idea with me. This reader type has definitely grown on me. I hope this answers your request, it's a drabble about how they met and I kinda summed out the rest, I hope you don't mind. I didn't realize how much I put into their first meeting lol. I also hope you don't mind the little backstory I came up with, it was the only thing I could think that would work. I hope you enjoy it sweet anon and I hope the others do as well!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of murder, overall talk of crime, crime families, gambling, and drinking.

Word Count: 2.0k

Arkhamverse!Penguin x Timid F!Reader - Humble Beginnings

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You were low on income. You were laid off from your job. The bills were piling up, with the very first envelope being a last notice for your rent…

You also had one of Gotham’s most influential crime families, breathing down your neck no matter what you did.

The Falcones didn’t want to leave any stone unturned, especially not the only daughter of a diner owner they once got protection money.

Which is what led you to the Iceberg Lounge. Your hands were clammy, your mind was constantly going over the information you've come to possess. The type of info you knew the Penguin would be interested in.

You just hope you didn't cease, you could find the courage to say what you needed to say. Maybe even get offered a job…protection…

Don't go overboard, just get in and get out with your head. Make a quick buck and just figure out things from there.

"Oh there you are, you the bird I talked to on the phone?"

You were shocked. You didn't expect to see him first. You were sure there was a hierarchy to these things. Like a lackey takes you to an assistant, and the assistant to that assistant and THEN the boss.

However, here he was in the feathers…eh flesh. Oswald “The Penguin” Cobblepot.

You swallowed the lump down your throat again, a lump that’s been growing into a valley of highs and lows. You do somehow manage a nod.

“Aww, don’t be nervous, love…Unless you’re wastin’ my time then you can leave now.”

“N-No, Mr. Cobblepot…I-I wouldn’t do that…I have very..i-important information I know you’ll want.” You stuttered out of fear he’ll slam the door in your face.

“Well, come on in, you’re letting the heat out.”

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To say the least, you were surprised he heard you out. You had quite a bit of dirt on the Falcone family, seeing as how they had your father’s diner under his protection bracket for as long as you could remember. Although after your father retired and tried to get out from Falcone’s thumb, your father and uncle paid the ultimate price, their lives.

Your only chance of survival at this point was to be protected under Penguin. You knew the Falcones would find you, no matter how fast you ran or how many names you changed.

You didn’t want to run away anymore. You wanted revenge, but didn’t even know how to go about achieving it. A name kept coming up though whenever the crime family visited your family’s restaurant. Penguin…Cobblepot…Oswald Cobblepot.

Oz took a deep exhale. “That’s a lotta priceless information, love. Bet it’s a load off your shoulders, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Why’re you bringing this up to me now? Not anytime before, you sure don’t look like the type to be dealin’ with crime families…”

You clung to your wrist, slowly every now and then rubbing your arm to calm the upcoming shakes. You had nothing to hide, you weren’t lying, but just the fact that he could end your life with one false word had you shaking.

Oswald put out the cigar he was smoking. You noticed his eyes rake over you and you could tell he noticed your hand and arm. Even through the broken glass stuck to his eye, you could still see him stare.

“M-My father and uncle owned a diner. Falcone had them under their protection bracket…constantly took advantage of us, quite frankly they did protect us much from anything or anyone…”

Oswald huffed at that, he didn’t expect anything different from them either.

“But they would talk, and they talked a lot. Especially drunk. And they brought up you a lot, and how you were becoming a threat to them…”

Oswald grinned at that. “So that’s how you come to sought me out…”

You nodded.

“Listen, love, if we’re gonna continue this discussion…I’m going to need you to lighten up, all right. I’ve liked everything you had to say so far, so try to loosen up, yeah?”

“O-oh uh…” You hastily shoved your hand down and just settled to have your arms behind your back.

Oz sighed, “it’s a start…” “Where’s your pa and uncle now?”

“Dead.”

“Jesus…sorry, kid.”

You shook your head, “it…it was just a matter of time. The minute they spoke of getting out, I could just tell…”

A moment of silence hung in the room. Oz got up from the table and went over to another table in the corner. There was a couple buckets of ice with champagne bottles in it. He grabbed the bottle and a couple glasses.

He set a glass in front of you and himself, before pouring a little bit in each glass.

“Take a sip, love. It’ll help the nerves.”

Not wanting to know what happened if you refused. You took a sip, you cringed at the strong taste, never really one for alcohol. Oswald laughed at your distaste.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his laugh. You didn’t expect it to sound so warm and welcoming.

“So, Ms. L/N…what do you want ol’ Ozzie to do for ya? I am a businessman, obviously, you’d want somethin' in exchange for the lucrative information you’ve given me…”

“I just want you to use the information. Do whatever you will with it, just…” Your clenched your hands, knuckles going white. “Just…take them down…I don’t care how or when just…please.”

Oswald’s seen that before. The absolute fire in your eyes. The hatred, the anger, unbridled rage at the world and the cards you’ve been dealt. It wasn’t like the drunks in the Lounge that throw a temper at a losing streak. It wasn’t like the frustration at a business deal going sour. No, this was something more personal and deeply sown.

“That’s good and all but where does that leave you?”

“E-excuse me?” You quirked your eyebrow. You weren’t expecting the sadistic Penguin to be this...considerate. Maybe he just doesn’t like any debts.

“The Falcones are looking for ya, yeah? They aren’t ones to leave family members unchecked that they once controlled. Especially clever pretty ones.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment. You felt a small bit of heat tint your cheeks. “Y-Yes they are…they’ve already gotten me kicked out of one apartment. Came in demanding me and when they saw I wasn’t there they trashed the place.”

Oswald nodded. Typical Falcone.

“Stay in one of the upper rooms upstairs. I’ll have one of my boys go back to your digs and get your things.”

“Oh..uh...Mr. Cobblepot, I-I couldn’t that’s too much!”

Shut up, Y/N, you wanted this!

Yeah but not like this! N-not so soon!

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll find a job for you, yet. But don’t fret over it now. I owe a lot to you right now, best to just take it.” He gets up from his chair, iconic umbrella in hand.

He walked over to you, “unless you really wanna turn around. Face them head on? I’m a strategist, love. I don’t work overnight. And I’d hate for something to happen to a pretty thing like you in the meantime…”

Your heart was hammering against your ribcage. For the first time in the past few days you finally realized the weight of everything you’ve just done.

You just ratted out the Falcones, one of the main crime families of Gotham…to the Penguin, an arms dealer, and racketeer. The Penguin, known to be a sadistic and cruel man, also just offered you shelter from the Falcones. No doubt, with ideas to employ you under him.

You were only able to snap out of it when Oz placed a calloused hand decorated with a few rings on your shoulder. “Easy, love. I ain’t gonna kill ya, so quit looking like your life is flashin' before your eyes.”

You blinked a couple times and nodded. “U-Um…I-I’d like to stay, i-if that’s okay.”

Oz lifted a hand to silence you. You immediately clamped your mouth shut.

He whistled and soon you heard the bustling of boots.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Cobblepot?” A couple lackeys with black leather jackets with an emperor penguin insignia on the sleeve came in.

“This young bird right here just gave me a golden goose egg. She’s gonna give you boys an address and apartment number. You’re to retrieve all her belongings and bring ‘em back ‘ere. Understood?”

“Yes sir!”

Once you told them your address and what all you wanted from your apartment, they men were off.

You stood up, watching the men until they left down a lower floor corridor. You jumped when you felt Oz put his hand behind your back.

He chuckled. “Jumpy thing ain’t ya, that’s all right. Good to be on your toes, c’mon I’ll show ya to your room.”

Before you knew it your new life under Penguin’s employment began, but it didn’t feel like employment for long. Thanks to your info, Penguin was able to get the upper hand on a lot of Falcone’s dealings, practically leaving them without a leg to stand on after the events of Arkham City and their feud with the Maroni’s.

You stuck around the Lounge. At first, Ozzie thought to have you as one of the waitresses at the Iceberg Lounge, but the instant you clamped up at the thought he decided against it. It wasn’t long until he found the perfect spot for you. You became a dealer.

Nights, weeks, months. Ozzie taught you the ins and outs of various card games. How to read people, how to control your poker face.

“Hell, you’re as quiet as a mouse. You won’t peep a bit.”

“Now I know you gotta good pair of listenin’ ears, I expect you to also be paying attention to what they’re sayin’. Let the drinks flow and let ‘em think they’re gonna hit, you’d be amazed how many bellends spill their guts during a winning streak.”

Boy, was he right about that.

You got very comfortable with Oswald, it didn’t take long for you to open up to him. Especially during a game of cards or when you came to him to indulge information after a card game. His smile and laugh were contagious to you, you started coming to him when…there wasn’t a reason to. He didn’t seem to mind thankfully.

You truly couldn’t believe you found yourself falling for the crime boss. He made you feel safe, safer than you’ve ever felt in your life. He taught you things you wish you knew sooner, he always knew when you were on edge and was always able to comfort you.

You didn’t care for the rest of his gang or Tracey and Candy, who the latter eventually left. You remained quiet and standoffish around them. Only really communicating when you needed to, but you only ever wanted to be with Oswald.

As for Oswald, he didn’t seem to mind. He liked having you around, your sweet smile warming his once stone-cold heart, or at least he was certain it was. He enjoyed your company. He liked hearing you talk, asking him questions and genuinely trying to know Ozzie. He felt himself open up to you about his family and his times in London.

He actually felt something more powerful than money, drugs, or weapons. He didn’t want to quite call it love, but he knew that’s what it had to be. He knew it had to be mutual, by how you stuck with him through it all. Oswald being in and out of Blackgate, the feud with Mr. Freeze, the Joker’s death, everything.

Most would’ve left, some did, or some died trying. You didn’t budge through any of it, even when he was sure you would. He knew then he had to keep you, just like that night you came to him with that fire in your eyes.

When he made his feelings known, it took everything to keep him on both legs after you immediately embraced him. If you two weren’t inseparable before, you definitely were now.

Come what may in Gotham, but as long as you two had each other, you two would make it.

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Laxus Dreyar x Dragon Slayer!Reader (Pt.2)

A few years had passed since Y/N had joined Fairy Tail. He eventually moved in with Laxus, as Laxus had taken a responsibility over him. When he was old enough to start going on jobs, he joined the Thunder Legion and he pitched in with rent every once in a while. Y/N tended to go on jobs that were far away, that way he could keep an eye out for Tatsuya. Laxus always told him it was pointless, that he wouldn't find Tatsuya because Tatsuya didn't want to be found.

Not once did Y/N think that Tatsuya just abandoned him. He knew that one day he would find him, he just had to look harder.

Y/N had been on his current job for about 3 days now and was heading home with a sack of money. He wasn't that close with the rest of the Thunder Legion and him and Evergreen butted heads often, so he didn't go on jobs with them that much. He mainly stuck to his own thing.

When Y/N arrived back at Magnolia, he was excited that he got back in time for the Magnolia Harvest Festival. He loved being in the Fantasia Parade. He also felt a sense of impatience. He had heard about Team Natsu and the Tower of Heaven mess. He hoped everyone was ok.

As Y/N was walking towards the guild hall, he saw Gray, beat up in an alleyway. "Gray?! Are you alright? What happened?" Y/N said, rushing over to him and helping him up. "Laxus and those other goons are trying to take over Fairy Tail. They're putting everyone against each other. Evergreen turned the girls to stone and now we have three hours to find Laxus and defeat him." Gray said. Y/N was shocked. He knew that Laxus was upset about how Fairy Tail was being seen, but he didn't think it would come to this.

Y/N dropped his bags and took off through the city, hoping to find Laxus before one of the other members did. As he was running, he watched the Thunder Palace activate. He stared at the lacrimas in horror. Would Laxus really pull a move so destructive? Y/N picked up his pace, running past fallen members of Fairy Tail. He eventually runs into a battle. Happy and Lucy we're attached by Bickslow's dolls. He spots Bickslow on top of one of Magnolia's toy stores.

"Bickslow! What the hell is going on?" Y/N yells at him. "Y/N! How nice of you to finally join us! Help me out, would ya?" Bickslow yelled back. Y/N glanced at Lucy and Happy. Should he help him? Laxus was the one who took him under his wing, who helped him become the mage he is today. But what kind of person would that make him? To attack his own guild mates? "No! Stop this before someone gets killed!" Y/N yelled, standing in front of Lucy and Happy, shielding them.

Bickslow laughed. "I guess we'll have to fight this out, huh?" he said. Y/N nodded and prepared himself. Bickslow sent his dolls after Y/N, but Y/N already knew Bickslow's attacks. He jumped out of the way and upwards. He dodged the dolls and was now on top of the building with Bickslow. "Last chance, surrender." Y/N said. "In your wildest dreams."

Y/N took his stance and let out a roar. Bickslow was taken down almost immediately. "Woah! That was a strong attack." Lucy said as she watched Bickslow fall. "That's what happens when you mess with an S-Class wizard!" Happy yelled happily. Y/N joined the two on the ground. "He should be out for awhile. Do you know where-" Y/N was cut off by one of the lacrimas exploding. He watched as a bolt of lightning shot out. He knew that someone had tried to attack one of them and it had backfired.

"I have to find Laxus." Y/N said and took off again. He heard the sounds of a battle coming from inside the Cathedral. He ran there as fast as he could, running hard.

By the time he gets there, it's empty. The battle noise fill the streets. Outside, he sees Natsu and another man, badly beaten, Laxus standing over them. Once he hears Laxus announce his Dragon Slayer title, he prepares to fight. He knew Laxus wouldn't surrender, so he had to defeat him.

"Laxus! If you want to fight a worthy opponent, get down here!" he yells as he walks toward him. Laxus looked down at him from the rooftop. "Get out of here. We'll talk later." Laxus brushed him off. Y/N didn't go, he stood there, waiting for Laxus to pay attention to him. "I said get-" Laxus was cut off by Y/N jumping onto the roof and punching him in the face.

Laxus quickly recovered from the blow. "Alright, then. Let's get this over with." he said. Y/N didn't give Laxus enough time to prepare himself before he let out a roar. Laxus was stronger than Y/N, he knew that, but Y/N wasn't going to let Laxus hurt his friends.

Unfortunately for Y/N, Laxus was a lot faster than him, and he had stronger attacks with less effort. That one attack took a lot of stamina. Laxus quickly used his roar and almost knocked Y/N out completely. Y/N fell off the roof and hit the pavement. "Sorry, kid, but you asked for it." Y/N tried pushing himself off the ground, but his body ached. Laxus jumped off the roof and walked over to Y/N.

"After everything we've been through, you're gonna ruin it for some rejects? You're an S-Class wizard, and you're gonna stand up for some losers?" Laxus taunted. "They're our friends." Y/N hardly got out. Laxus laughed. "Friends? Yeah, right. What have they ever done for you? I've practically raised you and you're gonna side with them?" Laxus shouted angrily.

Y/N finally found the strength to stand up. His body swayed and it was obvious how weak he was. "No matter. I'll show you, and everyone else, that I'm the strongest member of Fairy Tail. Laxus prepares himself to cast Fairy Law. "Laxus...please, just stop." Y/N said softly. Laxus ignored him and casted the spell.

Both Laxus and Y/N were equally confused. Everything was still the same. "What the hell?!" Laxus yelled out in annoyance. "You idiot...it's because you know, in your heart, that you still consider the rest of Fairy Tail your comrades and the spell only hurts the people that the caster considers enemies." A beaten up Freed said. Laxus seemed to grow angrier at this and let out a burst of lightning, hitting Y/N, finally knocking him unconscious.

When Y/N finally woke up, he saw Laxus and Makarov in the infirmary. Y/N let out a groan, gaining the attention of the other two. "You're awake. How are you feeling?" Makarov turned to him and asked. "Everything hurts." Y/N let out. Laxus couldn't even look at him, the guilt becoming too much. "Laxus, would you like to talk to Y/N alone?" Makarov asked as he turned back around. "I doubt he wants to talk to me." Laxus said. "You two can talk about...the recent decision." Makarov said and walked out of the room.

Y/N slowly sat up, wincing in pain. "Don't move, you idiot." Laxus said when he saw the pain Y/N was in. "What was the recent decision?" Y/N asked. Laxus sighed. "Gramps excommunicated me from the guild." Laxus looked down. Y/N's eyes went wide. "W-What? He can't do that! You're one of our strongest members. I'll talk to him." Y/N said as he tried getting out of bed, but had no luck. "Don't bother. I deserve it. What I did hurt the guild. It's only fair." Laxus said.

Y/N felt tears prick his eyes. "Y-You can't leave. What am I g-gonna do without you?" Y/N said, voice cracking. Laxus felt his heart shatter. He did this, he's caused him both physical and emotional pain. This was his fault and he knew it.

Y/N sat up as straight as he could. "I'll go with you! We can go together!" he suggested. "No, you stay here. It's safer here." Laxus said sternly. "Please, Laxus. You can't leave me." Y/N said, his voice filled with heartache. "I can't lose you, too."

Laxus sighed. "Everything will be ok. I promise." he said, then left the room. Y/N finally let out the cries he had been holding in. He let the sobs rack his entire body, ignoring the amount of pain that came with it.

Outside, the other Fairy Tail members watched as Laxus left and listened in silence to the crying of the younger boy. They all felt pain for him. "Should someone go talk to him?" Natsu wondered aloud. "No, he needs time." Erza said. Makarov sighed. He knew that Laxus leaving would take a large toll on Y/N, but it's what had to be done.

The night of the parade, Y/N couldn't bring himself to join in the festivities. Laxus was always here in time to celebrate with him, and now that probably won't ever happen again. He was wandering the streets when he saw him. Laxus. He was standing behind the crowd, watching the parade. "L-Laxus?" Y/N choked out. "Hey, kid." Laxus said and gave him a small smile. "You're leaving right now, aren't you?" Y/N asked, sadly. "Yeah, but if you really want, we can get some dinner before I leave." Y/N's lit up. "R-Really!?" Laxus chuckled. "Come on." he said and motioned for Y/N to follow him.

The two ended up at some restaurant in town. It was empty except for them. "So, will you ever come back?" Y/N asked, mouth full of food. Laxus thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. If I do, it won't be for a while." he said. "Well, I'll be waiting here." Laxus smiled. "Of course you will."

The silence wasn't an awkward one. It was nice to have a moment of peace and quiet after the past few days. "I'm sorry." Laxus said. Y/N looked at him. "Don't sweat it. The others will get over it." Y/N reassured. "Not for that. I shouldn't have hurt you. You were just trying to stop me from hurting everyone." Laxus said. Y/N didn't say anything, he didn't know what to. "Laxus, I'll always care for you." was all he could come up with. "Same here, kid. Do me a favor though? Don't come looking for me. Stay here." Laxus said.

Y/N nodded. He wasn't completely sure he would keep that promise, but he would try. "Please, just be careful. I don't want to hear you died or some crap like that." Y/N said. "I'll stay alive, just for you."

After they were finished eating, the pair walked to the gates of Magnolia together. The walk was quiet, they were enjoying these last few moments together. "I'm gonna miss you." Y/N said at the gates. "I'm gonna miss you, too." Laxus said. Y/N looked at the ground. It felt more real now that Laxus was about to leave. Y/N could feel the tears threatening to spill at any moment. "Don't cry. It'll be ok." Laxus said as he placed a hand on the other's shoulder. Y/N wrapped his arms around Laxus's waist and pulled him into a hug. "Come back soon, Laxus." he mumbled into his chest.

Laxus returned the hug. "I'll do what I can. When I get back, I'll make this all up to you. I promise." he promised.

After a few moments, the two pulled away from each other. "I'll see ya around, punk." Laxus said. He ruffled Y/N's hair and left. Y/N waited till he could no longer see Laxus before turning and walking home. He could hear the laughter and noises from the festival, but couldn't bring himself to join in.

When he got home, Y/N walked to Laxus's room. Most of his stuff was gone. Even though it was just one room, the whole house felt empty, like something was missing. Y/N sighed and walked to his own room. He climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling.

Y/N knew he would see Laxus again one day, but the ache he felt in his heart wouldn't go away. He was going to miss him. He couldn't help but think about Tatsuya. Y/N wished he could ask him why he left. Why he would just abandon him like that.

He probably wouldn't ever know the answer. But with Laxus, he knew the answer and that was enough to soothe him and help him fall asleep.

Laxus wandered through the forest that him and Y/N had searched for Tatsuya in. He remembered everything the two had gone through and felt his own tears prickling his eyes. He quickly wiped them away before they got the chance to fall. He was doing what was for the best, even if it hurt him. He did it for him.

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