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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.3k a/n: the italics are a flashback to allie and layla in their gym class btw! love you guys <3

pov: layla

I decided to stay home from school for the rest of the week, I just didn't have the energy to endure the looks people would give me. The whispering during my last two subjects after Matt and I came back at lunch was already too much and it was worse in gym when Allie stuck to her word and paired up with me.

She seemed nice, much nicer than Mia was to me. She talked my ear off the whole lesson but I didn't mind because then I didn't have to talk.

"Don't worry about Mia, by the way. She can be really bitchy at times but she just doesn't like change. I promise she is usually a lot nicer," Allie rambled as we walked around the gym as a warm-up, "It was kinda funny though. No one ever really stands up to her when she gets bitchy because everyone's scared that her dad will arrest them."

Oh, I've met her dad.

"Matt also stood up for you after you left. I trust Matt's opinion on people, he's kinda my scapegoat when it comes to talking to people. I told him to start talking to you like three weeks ago so I could ask you to hang out. I just get nervous talking to people I don't know sometimes."

You don't seem nervous now, motor mouth.

"Sorry if I'm rambling a lot. I'm just really glad you decided to pair up with me because I've been paired with Mia for like the past 2 years. It's nice to have a new friend. It's not like I don't like my friends but Mia is my only girl friend and the guys are such guys sometimes it drives me mad. You get your nails done?"

I shook my head no before she continued, "We should go get our nails done sometime. My shout of course, I'm not gonna force you to get your nails done as well as make you pay."

She was a ray of sunshine and I was sure people were confused as someone as sweet as her was talking to someone like me who looked like they had a constant rain cloud over their head. I found myself amused by her rambling and I decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing to talk to her every now and then.

I spent the rest of my week smoking weed when my father wasn't home and drawing on the last few pages of my sketchbook. The time passed quickly considering I slept for most of the days. Suddenly it was Friday afternoon and I heard a knock at my front door.

I paused my music, frowning when I looked at the clock to see it was 3:30. It was far too early for my dad to be home so I grabbed the metal bat that was lying on the bottom of my underwear drawer, sneaking towards the door silently. Another round of light knocks were placed on the door and I crept up to it before looking through the peephole.

My tense shoulders slumped as I looked at two people with the same face and their familiar brown hair. I unlocked the deadbolt on the door as well as the regular lock before I swung the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning my left hand on the handle of the bat now that the other end was placed on the floor.

"Hi to you too," Chris mumbled as he looked side to side, clearly tense to be in South End as Matt smiled at me.

"I figured you would forget about the game. Decided to come earlier in case you were ready which..." he looked down at my outfit which was my small sleep shorts and an old ratty t-shirt, "I don't think you are?"

"You didn't say it was this Friday!" I frowned and Chris looked down at the bat I was leaning on before shaking his head.

"Good thing I came early then," Matt smirked at me and I chewed at my lip. I tapped the bat on the ground as I thought making Chris look at me again.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna use it on you," I deadpanned to Chris and he just shrugged, looking back out at the street. I felt a nervousness in my chest because they were at my house but I knew if they stayed on the porch or in their car, someone would try something. So I reluctantly said, "Come in."

"We can wait in the ca-"

I cut off Matt quickly, "Get inside now." They looked at each other in surprise before shuffling past me and I closed the door behind them before saying, "Do you have anything valuable in your car? Phone, wallet, laptop?"

They both shook their heads and I locked both of the locks on the door before I spun around to face them again.

"Why?" Chris asked and I tilted my head, giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'll just say you're lucky you drive a fucking soccer mom car or it would be broken into within 15 minutes," I answered blandly and they seemed somewhat shocked but didn't talk, "Come on."

I walked down the hall towards my room, slipping inside and they followed shortly behind me.

"We could've waited on the couch," Matt said as I closed the door of my bedroom and raised my eyebrows.

"If my dad came home and you were sitting on the couch, say goodbye to hockey for the rest of your life," I replied dryly and he pursed his lips, "If he comes home, you will just have to go out my window and jump the fence around the side of the house."

"You don't know when he's coming home?" Chris asked as he leaned against the wall beside my mattress and I shook my head. I was suddenly very conscious that I had the two most loved boys in our school standing in my dirty bedroom. I looked around my room, realising that I looked like I lived in a trap house with my mattress on the floor, empty beer bottles in the corner of my room with cigarettes stuck in them and clothes all over the floor.

"Sorry about the mess. No one ever comes over," I mumbled as I moved a couple clothes off of my mattress, "Sit wherever. Just don't look over here because I'm gonna get changed."

I travelled to the corner of my room where my chest of drawers sat and I saw them both turn to face away from me quickly. After placing the bat beside the drawers, I pulled out black baggy jeans, took off my shorts quickly and slid them on. I then took off my old T-shirt and slid on a baby blue hoodie. I didn't bother putting on a shirt since it would be cold at the game and I wouldn't have to take my hoodie off at any point.

"I'm dressed," I let them know as I grabbed my boots off of the floor, sitting down next to my dresser so I could slide them on easily. I looked up to see both of them sitting on my mattress, looking around my room. Their expressions were unreadable as they looked around my room.

"I like your posters," Chris spoke up and I looked to the wall above my mattress where my Bob Marley, Frank Ocean and Kurt Cobain posters were hung.

"Thanks," I answered, a half-hearted smile being sent his way which he reciprocated, "When do we have to leave by?"

"Four," Matt answered and I nodded, checking the time to see it was 3:40. I hopped off of the floor, walked over to my desk and sat down on the old desk chair.

I scribbled some eyeliner on my eyes before smudging it with my finger and then putting mascara on. I grabbed my lip balm, placing it on my lips before I ran a hand through my curly hair. I grabbed the white beanie that was thrown onto the floor, sliding it onto my head. I jumped up from the seat, grabbed my leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair and slid it on.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, having no clue what else to bring to a hockey game.

"Just your team spirit," Chris cheered sarcastically and I tilted my head with an amused look on my face.

"I'm not a cheerleader for a reason," I answered and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't cheer when we win," he retorted and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm good as long as I'm not expected to start screaming 'Go Bats go!' like an idiot," I did a small jump when I said the slogan that I heard all the cheerleaders say proudly and Matt laughed in response as Chris shook his head with a smile.

"You wanna get food on the way?" Matt asked and I shook my head in response.

"I'm good, I just ate," I explained and he nodded, quickly checking his phone.

"We should probably go," he said, turning his phone to me to see that it was 3:55. I couldn't believe another 15 minutes had passed so quickly but I nodded. Making sure I had my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys in my pocket, I swung the bedroom door open as Matt and Chris followed behind me. I unlocked the front door swinging it open and motioning for Chris and Matt to go outside.

They walked past me and walked to their car as I turned around to lock the door with my keys. After triple-checking the door, I wandered down the driveway to the minivan. I noticed that Matt was always the one to drive and Chris was seated in the passenger seat, phone already plugged into the aux.

I slid the back door open, jumping inside before I closed the door behind me. As I buckled myself in, Matt started the car and Chris played a song by Lil Skies.

"We good?" Matt asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded before he spun around to look at me, "I didn't even have to remind you about your seatbelt, so proud."

"Start driving before I change my mind and go back to the comfort of my bed," I smiled slightly and he beamed back at me before he spun around and we took off down the street.

Within 5 minutes, we were in the parking lot and Chris was wriggling his body along to the beat of the next Lil Skies song. I could take a wild guess as to who his favourite artist is.

Matt turned the music down, earning a glare from Chris but he turned around to look at me ignoring his brother for a moment, "You waiting in the car or coming in?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke first then I'll come in," I explained and he nodded before turning off the car.

"You head in. I'll be there in a sec," Matt told Chris who was clicking away on his phone. With a nod, he jumped out of the car and walked around to the back of the car.

"You want me to take your shit inside?" Chris called from the trunk as I turned around to see Chris lugging his huge duffle bag full of hockey shit.

"Nah I got it," Matt called back to him and Chris raised his eyebrows as he leaned into the trunk again.

"Don't start fuckin in the car or I swear to god," he deadpanned before slamming the trunk closed and I saw him start walking towards the building.

"Sorry about him," Matt mumbled apologetically and I shrugged as I turned to face him.

"It's fine. Wouldn't expect anything less," I told him with an amused smirk making him shake his head, a smile creeping onto his lips, "Are you gonna go inside?"

"I'll wait for you to finish and then I'll show you where to sit inside," he explained and I nodded before hopping out of the car. I closed the door behind me before leaning against the car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips before lighting it. I heard Matt's door open and close before he rounded the car to get to the trunk.

As I began smoking my cigarette, a car pulled into the space next to Matt's and a few moments passed before Nate and Allie appeared out of the car.

"Hey! Matt told me you were coming," Allie beamed at me and I observed her outfit, feeling strange to see her out of her usual cheer or gym attire. Instead, she had blue jeans, a black puffer jacket with a blue beanie on and black and white vans.

"He failed to mention the game was this Friday," I told her and she rolled her eyes as Nate waved at me. I sent him a wave back with the hand that held my cigarette before I took another puff.

"Is Nick coming?" Nate asked and Matt appeared beside me, duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Nah. He said something about doing homework tonight. Chris is already inside," Matt explained with a shrug as Nate rounded the back of his car and popped the trunk open, grabbing a duffle bag of his own hockey gear.

"You coming in?" Allie asked me and I held the cigarette up.

"When I finish this," I told her, a smile tugging at my lips at her beaming personality.

"See you guys in there!" Nate called as he started walking towards the building with Allie following behind him.

"Is Miss Cheer herself coming?" I asked Matt once Allie and Nate were out of earshot and he shrugged, moving to stand in front of me as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"No clue. She usually shows up late if she comes though," he told me honestly and I nodded, noticing my cigarette almost being done. I quickly finished it before dropping it onto the ground and squishing it underneath my foot. I went to push away from the car but Matt stopped me by saying, "Hold up."

"What?" I asked, confusion written on my face. He held his hand up before he dropped his duffle bag to the ground and squatted down to rummage through one of the smaller pockets.

He pulled out a small pot of black face paint and a brush before standing back up, "Move your hair."

"What are you doing?" I squinted at him as he opened the pot of black face paint and he smiled at me.

"Just trust me," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him for a moment before I tucked my hair behind my ears. I tilted my head back as I peered up at him and he dipped the brush into the pot before he started painting my right cheek.

"If you're drawing a dick on my face I'll kill you with my bare hands, Matthew," I mumbled, trying not to move my mouth much as his tongue poked out between his lips in concentration.

"If I was gonna do that..." he trailed off before leaning back with a smile, "I'd use a sharpie."

"What did you do?" I asked and he just shrugged as he closed the pot again, sliding it back into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder again. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, opening the front camera to see he had painted the number 81 on my cheek, "What does this mean?"

"You'll see," he shrugged with a smirk and I frowned as he started to walk backwards before he tilted his head towards the building, "Come on. I gotta warm up."

I pushed away from the car, trailing behind him as we walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, standing behind it as he let me walk in first. We walked through the front area, some of his teammates being gathered around to grab snacks or energy drinks.

"Matty B!" one of the guys called who I recognised as Daniel and he jogged over to us as Matt paused, dapping him up quickly, "Who's this?"

"Layla, Daniel. Daniel, Layla," Matt introduced us and I just nodded at Daniel, not surprised that he didn't know my name.

"No Mia?" he asked Matt and Matt just shrugged in response.

"She's being weird. I don't know dude," Matt answered before he looked towards the rest of their team, "You guys gotta hurry up. We have 45 to warm up."

"Sir, yes, sir," Daniel sent Matt a salute before he started walking backwards and looked at me, "Nice to meet you, princess."

I sent him another nod before Matt started walking towards the doors of the rink, "Ignore Dan. He'll try to fuck anything with legs."

"Don't worry, Captain. I don't do goalies," I smirked and he chuckled in response, holding the door open to the rink for me to enter first again. I walked in, the cold air hitting my cheeks making me shiver.

"Layla!" I heard Allie's chirpy voice call out from the bleachers and I looked to my left to see her sitting front and centre, I sent her a small wave as I started to walk over to her with Matt following behind me.

"I gotta go get ready but are you good to sit with Allie?" Matt asked me and I turned my head to look at him now that he was on my right and I nodded.

"Yeah. Go make sure your hair is nice before you play," I joked as he rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly before spinning around to walk backwards while I paused at the steps that led up to where Allie was seated, "Break a leg, pretty boy."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he smirked at me and I bit my lip to hide my smile as he spun back around and walked into the locker room at the end of the rink. I shook my head to get rid of my smile as I walked up a few steps before sitting down next to Allie.

She smirked at me and I gave her a confused expression, "What?"

"Nothing," she hummed, her smirk turning into a smile as she looked out onto the ice. She pulled a packet of Sour Patch Kids out from her small handbag that I hadn't even noticed before she pulled open the packet, "You want one?"

"Sure," I shrugged, picking out a couple before throwing them into my mouth and her actions followed mine.

"So you and Matt..." she trailed off and I looked back at her as she smiled at me.

"Me and Matt?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.

"You guys are cute," she shrugged, a genuine joy spread across her face and I let my mouth fall open.

"Uh... I don't even know if we're friends let alone anything else," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes playfully before she hummed.

"Matt doesn't talk to just anyone. If he's asking you to come to his games clearly he wants you around," she told me as if it were obvious and I shrugged as I chewed on my lip. A few players from the other team skated onto the ice with their full gear, doing laps around the ice lazily.

"I don't think Chris and Nick like me though. His brothers' opinions probably mean a lot to him," I answered, looking at the players skating in circles. A couple players from Matt's team slid onto the ice as they started doing the same as the opposition.

"Chris is just focused on other shit. Nick tends to stick to himself a lot so just give them both time," she tried to reassure me and I looked back to her before she continued, "Besides, I like you so they're not getting rid of you that easily while I'm around."

"What about Mia?" I asked, genuinely curious as to how heavily Mia's opinion influenced her friends.

Allie sighed as she looked out at the rink, "Mia will figure it out. I don't know why she's being so weird about it. I think it's because she's protective over us."

"Matt's the one that came to me. I don't know why she was acting like I'm tryna break up your entire friend group," I mumbled as I looked out onto the ice to see a couple more players.

Only then did I realise that number 81 with a small C on the chest of his blue and white jersey was skating around the rink and it was none other than Matthew Sturniolo.

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 1 year

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Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself.

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program. So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember.

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss.

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere.

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs.

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy!

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter.

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders.

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements.

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back.

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me.

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss.

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously.

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck.

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?”

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!”

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already.

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock.

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten.

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs.

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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Hehe I'm so glad I got sent a few of these! I'm gonna have fun rambling about aus now! Lots of rambling. I'm not kidding. This one at least is uh- long. Oops.

As I said before, a lot of my AUs are Ethubs focused, but hopefully you guys don't mind that! 😅

Soooo, let's see, which one should I start with, hmmmmmm. Let's go with one I was talking about with a friend a lot a few weeks ago!

And that would be -

Assassin Creed AU 🗡️ Well- it's inspired by Assassin's Creed anyway. I am not well versed enough on the series lore to do anything that sticks to it too closely. I wanted to play around with ideas a bit anyway. But I started playing one of the games again a while ago and that's where the ideas came from.

Assassin AUs have been done before, yes. But this one is mine!

Etho is an assassin, somewhere in the 18th/19th century, and has been with the Assassin's Brotherhood for most of his life. He's very good at what he does. He's smart, quick, and stealthy. Like a ghost with a knife. You won't know he's there until his blade has found it's way into your throat.

The Brotherhood consists of various other Hermits, including; Doc - retired assassin now serving as the groups main medic Tango - his targets often go out with a bang. or with fire. Grian - death from above Cleo - master of poisons and deadly concoctions Impulse - weaponsmith, where you go for a new knife or gun Zedaph - creator of gadgets and nifty tools and Mumbo - the spymaster. Kinda. Not really. Far too squeamish for assassin work. So he handles information gathering, sorting out jobs and targets, etc

They work together to take out criminals and other bad people who are causing issues in the area. As well as probably aiming to solve some sort of ancient mystery like in the games. (Though I haven't figured that part out yet.)

The story is mostly focused on Etho, a lot of what I have is about his and Bdubs' relationship too, but there's other stuff as well. Rambling continues under the cut ~

Etho doesn't interact with civillians much. But then he meets Bdubs. Bdubs is not affiliated with the Brotherhood. He's a craftsman. He works with wood, leather, and sometimes metal, making tools and clothes mostly, but weaopns too, and selling them in his little shop. Etho goes there on a whim looking for quick repairs or a replacement.

Bdubs is a pretty ordinary guy just going about his life. He has no idea what's in store for him when he meets Etho that day.

Etho is- odd. Tall and mysterious, and dressed in strange clothes. Bdubs doesn't know what to make of him. But treats him like any other customer. He does what's asked of him, Etho pays well. And he finds himself with a regular visitor.

Etho isn't entirely sure why he keeps going back there. He knows other people with the same skillset that he could go to instead. But there's something about Bdubs... There's something drawing Etho to him in a way he's never really experienced before.

Gradually, they become friends. And with time, that friendship progresses. Etho slowly falls in love with Bdubs, and realises that he's so screwed. He's never been in love before. And these- these- emotions. Are not easy to deal with! He doesn't know how to handle Bdubs being so gentle with him, so kind and smiling so sweetly.

And. Yeah. Things develop. A very touch starved Etho craves the gentleness and kindness that Bdubs gives him so easily. Etho has friends, sure, but this is different. Someone detatched from the violence of his work. Someone willing to care for him and love him despite all that he is. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Bdubs never expected to get tangled up with someone like Etho. Danger surrounds him. Etho could leave one day and just. Never come back. But behind all that. Behind the layers of Trained Killer. There's a sweet, slightly shy guy that Bdubs can't help but love.

It's not all plain sailing though. No no. There's drama and chaos too of course. The nature of Etho's work kind of requires it. One time Etho returns to base badly hurt, and in a state of 'I thought I was going to die and all I wanted was to see you again,' he's asking Doc, who's looking after him, for Bdubs. Another time, Bdubs gets captured by the bad guys and Etho and the other assassin's have to rescue him. There's heartbreak as events leave Etho thinking that Bdubs doesn't want to see him anymore. And the difficulty of tracking down an assassin who doesn't want to be found. Etho becomes over protective at times, which Bdubs isn't fond of. But panic ensues when that protectiveness leads to Etho hurting Bdubs accidentally. Bdubs doesn't know what to think of seeing Etho kill someone. Knowing it happens is one thing, actually seeing it happen is another.

There's ups and downs, and I want there to be some overarching mission that Etho and the rest of the Assassin's are working towards. But I don't know what that is yet. I need to brainstorm and play the games more I think.

However, meanwhile, in the present day. Another young man, funnily enough also known as 'Etho', has somehow gotten himself roped into an investigation being done on his ansestor. A- distant cousin. Or something. He thinks. But the guy was an assassin. Which is cool. Fancy technology he'd never heard of allows him to relive the 'genetic memories' of the assassin. See what he experienced and learn about his life. About the things he did, the people he knew, and the events he was a part of. Hoping it'll help them find answers to something that's going on now.

This Etho, nerdy computer science graduate Etho, is very confused but overall rather fascinated by it all. Though he realises quickly there's a lot more at stake here than facts and figures about centuries old history. He learns a lot about his assassin ancestor and the life he lived. Maybe... Maybe too much. He's not sure that he wanted to know about the more- private parts of the guys life. It's interesting that the man the assassin was in love with looked a lot like one of the technicians working on this investigation, though. It's probably just a coincidence. The odds of it being anything else are far, far too small. But he is rather handsome, so surely you can't blame Etho for having a bit of a crush on him...

And- I am going to stop there or I could ramble all night dfghj. I love this AU a lot, if you couldn't tell. I'm probably forgetting things, but this is already more than enough to get an idea of how things go! There's assassins! And drama! And romance! And it's so much fun!

Thank you Anon for giving me an excuse to ramble endlessly about my AU! If you want to ask more about this au though then please do! Aaand maybe I'll draw something for it at some point too, I've been wanting to for a while hehe!

#hermitcraft #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #hermitcraft au #violetanswers #and yes I know that in Assassin's Creed the assassin in the past and the guy in the present aren't like- super similiar #but I don't care #that's what I wanted to do here 'cos I thought it'd be fun to play around with #and then I get TWO Ethubs romances in ONE au! How cool is that!#but yeah this is about 1000 words of my rambles so I hope it's at least nice to read pfft

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The Struggles of Single-Parenting

Really quickly just to get things straight because people are wondering, requests ARE closed and may not be open again for a while. However, I'm leaving my inbox open, so feel free to share thirsts, talk with me, or just send me whatever's on your mind right now, whether it be q&a's or just silly ideas. And I'll still continue writing on my own. <3

So, as I said a while ago I've been really busy and my brother was shot, leaving me to fly down to Arizona to pick up my niece and fly back to California. And then when my boyfriend came to Arizona to fly us back (because his mom has flight benefits and helped us save money) he surprised me with a new puppy.

Fortunately, I had a little bit of time to write today while my niece was taking a nap, so here you guys go because I've been kind of dead trying to take care of a two-year-old, and a brand-new puppy while my roommate and boyfriend go to work every day. I think I'll be turning the children's fanfictions into a new series, too (for every character in both MTP and BSD) so be ready for some more chaotic fluff.

And for anyone who follows me on Wattpad and/or AO3, I may be linking the Bella series to Dazai Issues after the book is finished (if I ever finish it).

Unfortunately, this series may or may not come out in order, but I'll sort them out on my master lists the best I can.

Plus the name reveal of my new puppy!

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader Genre: fluff Summary: You have to try to take care of Bella while Dazai is at work. To make matters worse? You also have to take care of a new puppy, all while being pregnant with your second child. Warnings: None

Eighteen weeks pregnant with your second child, you found yourself in the midst of delightful chaos. Your husband had left for work at the Armed Detective Agency, leaving you to handle your energetic two-year-old daughter, Bella, and a brand-new puppy named Ryuna.

As the morning sun painted your cozy home with warmth, you sighed, watching Bella chase Ryuna around the living room. The energetic giggles of your daughter filled the air, blending with Ryuna's excited yips. Balancing your growing baby bump, you decided it was time for strategic intervention.

"Bella, sweetie," you called with a gentle smile. "How about we read one of your favorite stories?"

Bella's eyes sparkled, and she immediately abandoned her pursuit of Ryuna to hop onto the couch next to you. She handed you a colorful book from the shelf, and you began to read aloud, your voice soothing and comforting. Ryuna settled down, curling up at your feet.

You weren't quite sure why—or how—you convinced Dazai to adopt a dog—considering how much Dazai hates dogs—while you already have enough on your hands with Bella, alone, but seeing how happy the dog made your daughter was enough for you.

Just as you reached the climax of the story, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Dazai: "How are my two favorite girls doing?"

You chuckled, typing a reply while Bella listened with rapt attention to the story. "We're having a lively morning! Bella and Ryuna are quite the duo."

Dazai's response came quickly, filled with his usual charm: "Make sure Ryuna doesn't outshine me!"

After finishing the story, you set Bella up with crayons and paper, encouraging her to draw while you tended to Ryuna's needs. Puppies, like babies, needed constant attention and care. You made sure Ryuna had water and a fresh place to sleep, which turned out to be your second attempt after she'd decided Bella's art supplies were a cozy spot.

During this momentary lull, you took a deep breath and decided to seize the opportunity. You retrieved your phone and started researching ways to prepare Bella for the arrival of her new sibling. As you read through the advice, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the changes ahead.

Bella's joyful laughter interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to see her proudly showing you a scribbled masterpiece of stick figures and colorful swirls. With a proud smile, you applauded her effort.

"Mama, look! Art!" she exclaimed, beaming up at you.

"That's amazing, Bella! You're such a talented artist," you praised, feeling a sense of pride welling up within you.

The day passed in a blur of activities – from outdoor playtime in the garden to changing diapers and preparing meals. Your energy seemed to flow from an endless reservoir, fueled by the love you had for your daughter, the anticipation of your new baby, and the deep bond you shared with Dazai.

As the sun began to set, Dazai returned home, wearing his usual rakish grin. Bella's face lit up when she saw her father, and she ran to greet him. Ryuna, too, wagged her tail excitedly, completing the picture of a joyful homecoming.

"Hey there, my lovely ladies," Dazai cooed, scooping Bella into his arms. "Did you have a fun day?"

You joined them, resting a hand on your growing belly. "It was certainly eventful, but we managed just fine."

Dazai leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I knew you could handle it."

As the evening settled in, you all gathered in the living room. Bella snuggled up next to you, Ryuna curled at your feet, and Dazai nestled in beside you. In that moment, surrounded by your growing family, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment and love. The challenges of the day had only strengthened the bonds between you all.

With Bella in your lap, Dazai wrapped his arms around both of you, his love evident in his gaze. "Our little trio is the best team, don't you think?"

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely. And soon, we'll be a quartet."

Dazai's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he placed a hand on your belly. "I can't wait to meet our newest addition."

As the evening wore on, you cherished these moments – the simple joys of togetherness, love, and the promise of a growing family. With each passing day, you were reminded that no challenge was insurmountable as long as you faced it with the unwavering support of your loved ones by your side.

#bsd fanfic #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd spoilers #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai bsd #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem reader #dazai x you #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #bsd anime

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endless-summer-soldier · 1 year

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ice ice baby - chapter four

pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader

summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use

word count: 2.9k

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The next day, Y/N fell back into her routine. After catching up on schoolwork, she found herself back at the rink, focusing on the next competition. She was interested to see how James would progress. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tough on him anymore, but she still wanted to push him to be better. Her skates were tied up and she checked the time before starting her warm up laps. He was late.

He walked into the rink a few minutes past their starting time.

“You’re laaaaate,” she called in a sing-song voice, feigning annoyance. He walked right up to the glass where she was skating. His hair was down. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He usually pulled it back. And he was wearing a sweater instead of his normal T-shirt. She realized then something was off.

“Where are your skates?” She tried to keep her demeanor calm, but inside she was panicking that he was going to give up on figure skating.

“We’re not skating tonight.”

“Oh we’re not?” He shook his head in response. “I would argue that I am skating tonight,” she said, drawing attention to her current position on the ice.

“You’re not though,” he replied. She squinted at him, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Off the ice,” he directed, motioning for her to walk off.

“No,” she responded.

“Come on, don’t make me come out there and get you.” She turned away from him and skated away. He sighed and made his way through the opening to the ice.

“When Coach gives me shit for being on the ice in street shoes, I’m blaming you.” She came around her next turn and he intercepted her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in towards him. They had grown very comfortable around one another after skating together the past couple weeks. But that didn’t stop Y/N from letting out a small squeal. She tried to ignore the butterflies going wild in the pit of her stomach.

“Come on now,” he said, pulling her off the rink.

“James, seriously. What are you doing?”

“I think you mean what are we doing.”

“Okay, what are we doing then?”

“We are going to the bar to celebrate our victory.” He stepped off the ice and held his hand out to help her.

She sighed and stood firm, “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I have to practice.”

“You can practice tomorrow. Tonight, you are going to celebrate.”

“James…”

“Give me one good reason why you can’t take one night off,” he demanded, face turning serious.

She buckled under his gaze, mind going completely blank. A moment ago she could’ve given him twenty reasons why taking a night off wasn’t a good idea. But the minute his ocean blue eyes locked onto hers, she was lost.

A small smile spread across his face, “Not a single reason, huh? Sounds like you are coming with me.”

She regained her composure and rolled her eyes, “Fiiiiine. Just one drink.”

“Famous last words,” Bucky chuckled to himself.

As it turned out, Bucky was right in that one drink is never just one drink. Once he finally pulled Y/N off the rink, he let her change and then they walked to one of the local bars. Bucky ushered her into the bar as he greeted all the bartenders. Y/N found a seat at the bar and Bucky joined her, ordering a pair of beers in the process.

“Do you know everyone here?” she commented.

“Not everyone…I don’t know that guy,” he said, pointing to a patron at the other end of the bar. She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of beer. “When was the last time you had a beer?” he asked.

She let out a sigh, "Probably at the last frat party I went to. Which was about two and a half years ago.”

“Not a big drinker?”

“My schedule doesn’t exactly permit it. I mean I’ll have a glass of wine every now and then but that’s about it.”

He eyed her as he took a long sip from his beer. He studied her and then said, “You need to have more fun.”

“Winning is fun,” she suggested.

“It’s more fun when you actually celebrate,” he countered.

“Touche,” she said, clinking her beer bottle to his. She took a long sip from the bottle and felt the alcohol immediately start to loosen her up.

“So, how did you get into hockey?” she asked.

“Wow, are you asking me a personal question? Are you actually interested in getting to know me?”

“Maybe. I am stuck with you for a few more weeks.”

“Ah so I’ve proven myself to be worthy.”

“Just answer the damn question.”

He took a deep breath, “I didn’t have a great childhood. My dad wasn’t around and my mom was always working double shifts to provide for us. I ended up running with a little bit of a rough crowd when I was younger. We would beat up kids younger than us just to prove we were tough. And then one of my middle school teachers saw something in me and held me after class one day. He knew that I was always getting into fights and he said they needed a few more players on his son’s ice hockey team. At first I wasn’t really interested, but he persisted. He paid for all my equipment, drove me to and from practice, and he helped teach me to skate. I spent more and more time with the hockey team and my teacher’s son quickly became my best friend.”

“Do you guys still keep in touch?”

He nodded, “He’s the reason I’m here. He helped me apply to colleges and everything and I couldn’t imagine doing this without him. So of course I followed him here and we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“That’s really sweet,” she smiled. “He must be a saint to put up with you for all these years.”

“Ha, he really is. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He’s a great guy. You’ll love him.”

“Please don’t tell me this is a set up.”

Bucky shrugged, “It’s only a set up if you want it to be.”

“I need another drink,” she murmured, as she finished her beer. Bucky flagged over the bartender and she ordered a vodka soda.

“So how did you get into skating?” he countered.

“I was raised in a skating family. My mom was a champion figure skater and all her brothers played hockey. So the minute I could stand they strapped on some skates and took me out onto the ice. And the rest is history.”

“Do you love it?”

She took in a deep breath, “I didn’t at first. Skating was my life and I missed out on a lot of those standard childhood experiences. I despised my parents for it. But they just wanted me to be the best. And then my mom died and skating was the one thing that made me feel closer to her.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he expressed with genuine empathy.

“Her dream was to be on the Olympic team, and she was this close,” she held up her fingers about an inch apart from each other, “and then she got pregnant with me. So she gave up skating and married my dad.”

He was quiet as he looked at her. It all made sense, why she trained so hard and why she was tough on him. It was more than just her competitive spirit, it was all for her mom.

“So that’s my story,” she added, trying to diffuse the silent tension. She took a long sip from her drink, realizing she over shared.

“Well I can promise you I will do everything I can to help you make the Olympic team.”

“Thank you,” she looked up at him and saw a look of determination in his eyes that she hadn’t noticed before. They locked eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say next when they were interrupted.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t our favorite ice princess,” someone said, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes and turned around, “You’re just jealous that I can land an axel.”

He greeted the two new faces before introducing Y/N to a few of his hockey buddies, Steve and Sam. She had to admit, they were both lookers. But she couldn’t be distracted with boys when nationals were right around the corner. Bucky ordered them all another round and the two joined them at the bar. Steve sat next to her and was extremely polite, asking about her skating and the competitions and the like. In another life, she’d be interested in him, but she couldn’t get someone else off her mind.

As the night progressed, Y/N continued drinking, alternating with the occasional water at Bucky’s insistence. At some point in the night Natasha, one of Y/N’s figure skating friends appeared and was pleasantly surprised to see her out. She leaned into Bucky and said, “How did you get her here? She never comes out.” He shrugged and said, “She just needed a little persuading.” Nat smiled and stuck around, chatting up Sam and Steve.

“So Y/N,” Bucky said, leaning close to her at the bar, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel good,” she replied.

“Are you having fun?” he asked. She nodded, as she took another sip of her vodka soda.

“Well I am going to say something, at the risk of ruining your fun, because I’m a little tipsy and I can’t help myself.”

“Okay…”

“I think we should change the routine for the next competition.”

She was taken aback and immediately became defensive, “What’s wrong with the routine?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s just…it’s a little cookie cutter.”

She tilted her head. “And what would you know about skating routines?” she challenged.

“Okay, maybe it’s not the routine. It’s the song choice.”

“You don’t like Harry Styles?”

“Harry Styles is fine. But every song in that competition was so poppy. I mean how many Britney Spears songs did we hear?”

“Britney Spears is an icon.”

“Absolutely she is. But what if we did something with a little edge. Something different, that helps you stand out.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, like Metallica or something like that.”

She paused for a moment and stirred her drink. “It’s an interesting idea.”

“Just think about it.”

“Are you sure you’re not a spy of Sharon’s trying to ambush me?”

He let out a big laugh, “Is that what you really think?”

“Well no, but I had to check,” she smiled.

Bucky looked around the crowded bar and noticed their growing group all seemed distracted. Which gave Bucky an idea.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her.

She held his eye and responded, “Yes.”

He took her hand and said, “Come with me.” He guided her out of the crowded bar, without anyone noticing.

“Wait, Bucky! We need to pay.”

“I’ll settle up-” he stopped mid-sentence and turned to face her. “Did you just call me Bucky?”

She looked guilty and a smile crept up her face, “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He continued walking with her down the street.

“I refuse to acknowledge this.”

“I think that means we are officially friends now.”

“We’re not friends,” she denied.

“Oh I think we are.”

“Of course you do,” she replied.

“You know, I think you enjoy disagreeing with me.”

“That is not-” she shut her mouth, realizing the successful trap he had just set for her. He looked at her with a knowing grin.

“You’re cute when you get all worked up.” She didn’t have a retort for that and she knew her cheeks were turning the faintest shade of pink. “Come on,” he said, pulling her into the ice rink.

“Oh so now you wanna practice?” she said.

“Not exactly.”

“Then what are we doing here…”

“I just figured that I’ve seen your world, but you haven’t seen mine,” he smiled.

“This seems like a terrible idea,” she commented with a smile.

“Only one way to find out!” He instructed her to grab her skates and she did, without a protest. He went back into the locker room and collected the goals, a few hockey sticks and a puck. He sat next to her to lace up his own skates and led her onto the ice once they were finished.

“Here, go set this up down that end,” he directed, giving her one of the nets. She followed his instruction and he skated toward the opposite end to place the net. He skated back toward center ice and Y/N stood in the net at the other end.

“Come here,” he called. She skated smoothly toward the center and came to a sharp stop, sending ice flakes flying towards Bucky. She gave him a snarky smile and he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s how you hockey players skate, right?” she added.

“Oh this is going to be fun,” he replied. He handed her a hockey stick and dropped the puck, “I’ll let you start with the puck.”

“Are there any other rules I need to know?” she asked.

“Always one for the rules. We’ll keep it simple for you. First to three-” He was mid-sentence when Y/N deftly scooped the puck and darted past Bucky, heading straight for the goal. His response was delayed due to pure shock. And once he recovered and skated after her, it was too late. She easily slipped the puck into the open goal and cheered. She turned to him with a smile and said, “This hockey thing doesn’t seem so hard.”

“Wow, I didn’t take you for a cheap shot,” he teased

She shrugged, “I saw my opportunity and I took it.”

“And here I was going to take it easy on you.”

“You don’t think I can handle it?”

“Oh I know you can’t handle it.”

“Bring it, Barnes,” she challenged. She collected the puck and brought it back to the center of the rink. She skated backwards toward the net, prepared to play defense. Bucky took the puck and started with a few slow strides toward her. She mirrored his movements, anticipating his next move when he faked to the left and spun on one skate to the right, easily scoring a goal.

“Did you just twizzle me?” she asked, referring to the figure skating move she had taught him that he just used against her.

“I’m full of surprises,” he grinned at her.

“I should be mad, but your technique is actually getting pretty good.”

“I learned from the best,” he winked at her. He slid the puck out of the goal and skated back to the middle as she followed him.

He held her eye as he dropped the puck, almost as if it was a real face off. She maintained eye contact for a moment but the minute he looked away, she was off. She skated toward the right, her dominant side, and Bucky picked up on the movement immediately. She squealed as she felt him gaining on her and he eventually dropped his stick and focused on his speed. He grabbed her hips and started pushing her toward the edge of the rink. Y/N dropped her stick along the way and Bucky tried to slow down as much as he could to avoid slamming her into glass. Right before they were about to hit, Bucky spun them around so that he was poised to take the collision He was used to it, so he didn’t flinch when his back hit the wall. Y/N was unprepared. She tried to soften the hit and braced herself, resting her hands on Bucky’s chest. She closed her eyes upon impact, but he proved to be the perfect cushion.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Bucky said in her ear. She opened her eyes and couldn’t look away from his stunning blues. Her breath caught in her throat and she became suddenly aware of the firm hold his hands had on her hips. She was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

They stood there in silence, each mesmerized by the other. Bucky leaned in ever so slightly, seeking her approval. She wanted to give into him, and she almost did, before her conscience kicked in.

“Thanks,” she said, removing her hands from his chest. “It’s getting late, I should probably get home.”

“Let me walk you home?” he offered. She nodded, as she skated off the ice. She unlaced her skates and caught her breath as Bucky cleaned up the rink. She wasn’t sure what her move was now. She wanted to kiss him badly, but she couldn’t jeopardize their skating relationship. So she pushed down her emotions and tried not to think about the butterflies swirling around her stomach.

“You ready to go?” he asked her, offering a hand to pull her up from the bench. She nodded and took his hand. She expected him to let go once she was standing, but he didn’t. He kept a firm, yet gentle, grip on her hand. She was quiet, unsure of what to say, and Bucky took notice.

“You okay?” he asked, peering down at her.

She nodded and gave him a small smile, “Just tired is all.”

“So I guess I can’t tempt you with some late night pizza?” he grinned at her.

She should go home, she knew that. But she also wasn’t ready for this night to end. And his smile was impossible to resist.

“Maybe just a slice,” she replied.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #hockey player au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #college au

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starsfic · 3 months

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Valentine's Week, Day 3, Fluff Fic

Summary: Ford is sent to find Stanley and bring him back to the States. He fails.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

So.

It had been a while since he had spoken to Stanley.

It wasn’t Ford’s fault. Stan had been the one to ruin his chances of getting into West Coast Tech. Of course he wasn’t going to talk to him. Ford had been more than happy just to pretend like Stan didn’t even exist.

And then the check, signed with Stanley’s name, had come in.

It…it had been ten times more than his grant. It had been more than he ever could’ve made with a West Coast Tech degree. Ford, of course, had called his parents.

His mother had been overjoyed. Apparently, Stanley had called her a week ago, right after a check for their parents had arrived, containing enough to set up their parents for life, enough to pay back all the lost millions. Before he could ask more questions, his father had grabbed the phone. He was less happy.

Stanley had told his father that he never wanted to hear from him or Ford again. Apparently, Ford’s machine had still been running when he left. He had never touched it. All of this could’ve been cleared up seven years ago. Because of their lack of trust in him, Stanley had been given advice just to cut contact, which he did.

But Filbrick Pines couldn’t handle that.

So, instead of running around the woods of Oregon like his muse suggested, Ford found himself in the streets of Wàn Qiān Chéng, China, looking for his twin.

“So, describe Stanley to me again?”

At least he wasn’t alone. Fiddleford stood on his tippy toes, looking around. Ford couldn’t help but look around as well, drinking in the sight of the city. Wàn Qiān Chéng was known as the beating heart of the tech world, to the point that they could control the weather. If he had attended West Coast Tech, he could’ve attended so many meetings here.

“I told you, he looks like me, just without the glasses.”

“And the eyebags?” Fiddleford jabbed, not even looking at him.

“Yeah, sure, what-” Ford came to a stop. They had walked out into one of the city’s squares that seemed to host a farmer’s market. For once, he wasn’t looking at the advanced city. He was looking at the people.

Not the humans. The animal-shaped people.

They were everywhere, just casually going about their business. The humans occasionally had to dodge a tail or shuffle aside massive weight, but nobody seemed surprised. They were just doing their own thing.

“What?” Ford looked around, feeling his hand itch to write and draw the sight. “What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Fiddleford adjusted his glasses, looking around. “But it-”

“Hey!” Ford grabbed the arm of the nearest person. The young man yelped, nearly dropping his book, but Ford had questions. “The animal-shaped people, who- what- what are they?!” A memory of his advisor was rolling in, warning him, but he was too freaked out to think about it.

“The yaogui?!” the guy said, yanking his arm away. “What about them?”

“Why aren’t you freaking out?!”

The guy blinked. “Uh…have you been living in the woods or something?” Before Ford could say yes, he continued. “China revealed that magic was real, alongside their yaogui population, five years ago.” Before Ford could say yes, the guy started sprinting away.

Five years ago. That…that had been when his advisor said his study might be “dicey” before giving him his grant. That… Ford felt his legs shake. Before he could collapse, a hand landed on his shoulder. “Is that Stanley?”

Ford looked up, following Fiddleford’s gaze to a stall selling peaches. His heart nearly stopped. Because, yes, that was Stanley.

He looked like he had barely aged. He wore a comfortable white shirt and jeans, his hair long and tied back with a yellow ribbon. Stan smiled and laughed at something the seller said. Ford couldn’t hear it from across the square, but he knew the noise like it was tattooed into his brain.

“Yeah.” His mouth was dry. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Fiddleford hummed. “You forgot to mention that he was handsome.”

Ford’s first instinct was to deny it because they had the same face. But seeing Stanley smiling like the sun reminded him of old things. While Ford had been smarter, Stanley had been the confident one, always comfortable in his own skin. He could’ve made hundreds of friends, but he hadn’t, because he wanted to stick by Ford.

Except, now, he didn’t have Ford anymore, did he?

The resolve to never speak about Stanley crumbled, and Ford wanted to crumble too. He felt a smile form as he took a step forward, and another and another and another. He wanted to say something, anything. It had been ten years, and ten years too long since he talked with his twin.

“Stanley!”

The cry of his twin’s name broke Ford from his trance. Stanley didn’t move, but Ford found himself ducking behind a stall anyway. The stall owner gave him a weird look, but he didn’t care, even as he felt Fiddleford hunch next to him.

A man had run up to his twin and now had his arms wrapped around him. If Stanley was handsome, Ford could only describe the man as radiant. Glossy strawberry blonde curls were braided back, revealing a smile full of sunshine. A loose pink sweater drooped down one lovely shoulder. “Stanley, did you get my peaches?”

“I’m getting them now, see?” The stall owner chuckled as Stan accepted a bag of peaches. “Honestly, you eat them like they’re going out of style.”

“You don’t know that. They could be out.” Ford felt his ears light up as the man leaned close, stage whispering into his twin’s ear. “And I so wanted to make that peach dessert you loved.”

…oh.

This might be a little bit harder than Ford planned.

#Valentine's Week #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Gravity Falls #GF #AU #Ford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Sun Wukong #Stan Pines #Stan x Wukong #my writing

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rugggie · 10 months

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TIC-TAC-TOE

malleus draconia x F!reader fluff

Synopsis- malleus visits y/n and she teaches him how to play a few games!

B/n = brothers name

HAS NOT BEEN PROOF READ YET!

You were just about to go to bed, but the bright green light that appeared just outside your yard meant one thing, malleus had come to visit!

You had just put your sleep set on, but decided it was a bit to chilly outside for tiny shorts and a tank top so you grabbed a sweater and your beat up f/c converse on ran outside going to great your friend.

"Hello child of man." He said rather formally

"Hi malleus!" You beamed, It's been a while since you two have had one of your night walks.

Without saying a word you both took the familiar dirt path, walks like these were very relaxing. Especially after a long week of cleaning up after the adeuce duo. "How was your week?" He asked gently

"Good, except yesterday would have been my little brother, B/n birthday.." you sighed feeling extremely homesick. It's already been 4 months since you came here, and it feels like Crowley never makes any progress on finding you a way home.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry you have to miss such a important event, how old is he turning?" Malleus apologized, feeling remorse for you.

"13 he's going into 7th grade." You said with a small smile thinking about all of your guy's silly moments together.

It almost seemed like malleus didn't know what to say, almost all of him wants you to stay here forever. Be with him forever, but he knows your only human. He feels incredibly selfish for feeling this way, (which he should) so he suppresses it. But that tiny, tiny bit of him just wants to see you happy, the love of his life (even if he hasn't told you yet) happy, back home with her family.

"Ah- sorry for pushing that on you, it's sorta a touchy subject so I get a little sad thinking about it" you apologized feeling a little embarrassed

"Don't apologize, I was just thinking." He said, with a very content face. "So how was it like growing up with your little brother?" He added very intrigued.

"He was quite the handful to say the least." You giggle reminiscing on the days when he was younger. "This one time we were playing tic-tac-toe and he got so mad at me he ripped the paper up and threw it at me." You kept rambling on with different stories of you and your little brother, malleus intently listened happy to be getting a small peek into your upbringing.

"Hey, do you maybe wanna play tic-tac-toe?" You asked when you both made your round back to ramshackle.

"Sounds delightful" he said taking a seat on the concrete stairs.

"Okay! Lemme go get pens, and paper" you said rushing back into the dorm, you loved this game since you were little due to the fact you always won. You collected the materials and ran back outside excited to show him.

"You've played before, right?" You questioned taking a seat on the stair below him.

"Mhm, though it was a while ago so i may be rusty." He muttered watching you draw the battle field. Sure it was a little messy, but you drew it.

"What color?" You held up a pink and orange pen waving them in front of his face. "Orange it is" you said as he snagged it out of your hand

You both started playing, since he was the "newbie" you let him go first, he placed his X right in the middle. You placed your O in the top right corner setting your plan into motion.

Malleus never saw it coming, you just kept winning how? He thought looking over at you.

"How do you keep winning?" He said examining the paper

"It's my secret strategy!" You teased "wanna know it?" You whispered leaning closer to him

He felt weird excepting, the emphasis on secret made it feel like something he shouldn't know. It being your secret was what made him feel him feel dirty as he nodded his head letting you show him.

"See if you fill out these 3 corners than you have an automatic win!" You smiled showing him the paper.

"Child of man, you truly are fascinating.." he said with the most childlike curiosity ever.

"Hey, malleus thank you for helping me take my mind off my home world things" you said with the utmost gratitude, it has been weighing on you for quite some time now

"You're welcome, though that wasn't my intention." He said feeling his checks heat up, with you he never seemed to realize how time flew by. Even though he cannot tell you how he feels about you right now. this was good enough for him.

#malleus x y/n #malleus hcs #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst x reader

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ljnsdump · 1 year

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ATTRACTION (Jeno x F!reader)

Jeno x Female reader

Summary: Her insecurities drowning her and breaking her apart, oh if only she saw herself in his eyes.

Genre: M/F, brother’s best friend, fluff with a tinge of angst, senior high school setting

Warnings: vaping, talking about insecurities, mention of corruption

Word count: 2 103 words

Please support me as I venture into writing! This is my first post, although I have literally had this story on my notes since last year. And I have a lot more so stay tuned!

Please leave constructive criticism so I know in which areas I have to improve. Thanks, enjoy!

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“Mom, I’m moving to Dad’s.” Y/N finally mustered the guts to tell her mom that she wants to leave.

Her mom raised an eyebrow, removing her eyes from the papers she’s reading and pulling down her eyeglasses. “And why is that?” Tension is starting to build up between the two.

She puts down the spoon and fork. “I can’t live like this forever. I hate this town, I hate the people. They make fun of me, talking about me behind my back and it’s already affecting my studies.”

“Why would you let it affect you?” Her mom argues, never seems to understand or even try to understand the suffering that her daughter is going through.

This time it was Y/N’s turn to squint her eyes in disbelief that she heard those words coming from the mouth of the school director. “Are you serious?!” She walks out and goes to her room to start packing.

The next day came.

She lazily opens the door of her mom’s office. “Dad’s coming to pick me up today, just in case you don’t want to see his face.” Y/N says.

Not even bothering to look at her daughter, she replies, “Close the door when you leave.”

Y/N is just getting used to living with her dad and twin brother, Mark. She just got here two days ago. Her dad is still processing her transfer that’s why she has a whole week to herself.

She changes to her fresh clothes after a bath. She looks at her reflection in the mirror as she slowly hovers her finger on top of the big dark patch of birthmark on her jaw area going down her neck that’s about the size of a penny.

“Ugly.” She mumbles to herself.

Grabbing a book, she then goes to the porch connected to their dining area and sits by the coffee table to read.

Just minutes later, noise from people talking and laughing are heard all over the house. It’s her twin brother coming back from school with two of his friends coming over.

Their maid smiles when they arrive, Mark notices her and she gestures, pointing her hand towards the porch where Y/N is and he immediately understands.

Mark was told by his dad that his sister is still adjusting, she needs space and peace of mind the most right now.

“Guys, let’s tone it down a bit, my sister’s just by the porch.” He tells his friends, Jaemin and Jeno. “None of you are allowed to talk to her.” He warns. Y/N hears what her brother is telling his friends and it makes her smile a little.

“Your sister’s here?” One asks.

“Yes, she’s gonna be staying with us from now on.” Mark nods. “ Which also means that both of you will be sharing a room because there’s only one guest room left.”

Oh, so they’re staying here for the night, Y/N thought. She listens to their conversations, how they played their games, and all. Through the big sliding window, Jeno sees Y/N’s side profile, her tiny smile at their jokes and it seems like she’s no longer reading the book in her hand.

Mark notices so he kicks his friend’s foot lightly. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns and Jeno just chuckles, obviously amused seeing his friend’s new possessive side. Something in him though is even more intrigued by her innocence, something in her is drawing him in. Maybe it’s because she’s too protected that he kinda wants to be the one to slowly corrupt her? May it also be her soft and gentle aura that makes him want to bring out the fire and anger in her?

“Why?”

“You’re no good.”

Jeno scoffs. “I’m good! Jaemin is the one that’s no good. Every mother wishes their daughters would end up with me!”

This time it’s Jaemin’s turn to scoff in disbelief. “What are you talking about, I’m the best!”

Mark just shakes his head. “Dude…” Then brushes them off. “Let’s just play.”

After about an hour, their maid called them. “Snacks are ready, kids!”

Despite being 18 year-olds, their maid still treats them like babies because she’s a lot older even than their dad. She’s worked for the family even before the divorce of the twin’s parents.

The smell of freshly baked pizza soothes into their noses, they all gathered on the dining table, including Y/N.

She was just looking at the food while Jeno is trying his hardest to get a glimpse of her face. It’s kinda hard because she’s a lot shorter than him. He notices that her skin is just as fair as Mark’s, dark brown hair, fully plump lips, slightly smiling at the sight of the food in front of her.

Jeno elbows Mark lightly and points at Y/N by protruding his lips to her direction. Mark just rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what his friend is trying to say. “Y/N, these are my friends.” He introduces the two guys beside him, making his sister look up. “Jeno and Jaemin.”

She smiles at both. Jeno observes her face intently, she looks very similar to Mark except for a few features that make her look more feminine than he is. But their eyes are almost identical, forming crescent lines when they smile. Also, there is a brownish-greenish patch on her face. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Kids, sit down.” Their maid pulls the chair out for Y/N.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles as she sits down.

“Is Dad done processing your transfer requirements?” Mark asks.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Mom may be giving him a hard time getting those. She’s the school director and those papers would need a signature from her, I believe.”

“Ey, don’t worry. Dad will get those for sure. If you wanna transfer, why would she hold you back?”

"Will she be joining our class?" Jeno asks Mark, still looking at Y/N, their eyes meet that took her back. He's such a charming, flawless-face. She pretends that didn’t happen and immediately looks down to her food that made Jeno smile a little. She looks cute when flustered.

Mark shrugs. "Hopefully. There's a lot of people there she can be friends with."

"Is that a stain on your jaw?" Jaemin points out and she immediately covers it with her hand and fear takes over her eyes.

"B-birthmark."

Jeno gives her a comforting smile upon seeing her reaction. "Why cover it? It's unique and cool."

It is her first time hearing that from another person, because she's been called a freak, weird, and whatever words they come up with just to describe it.

A flush of pink appears on her face as she looks at Jeno. "Thanks."

"No problem."

Mark didn't mind the smiles his friend and his sister shared. He's just glad they were able to make her feel better somehow.

"Wanna play with us?" Mark asks.

She shakes her head. "I'd rather just watch."

A few hours later, their dad came home and then they ate dinner. He said that she's already enrolled and she can start going to school on Monday. After dinner he gave her her new credit card, and key of the car that she'll use. It wasn't the most expensive car but at least it does the job of getting her from point A to B.

He touches his daughter's birthmark and caresses it with his thumb. "Promise me, you'll enjoy."

Y/N smiles tearfully. "Yes, dad."

Their dad left because he has a business trip to Macau and he needs to meet his business partners there in the morning. That's why he has to leave tonight.

"Manang Nancy, yung mga bata ha."

They boys spent the night playing games nonstop and at the end of the night they ended up cleaning the area and got more than 10 bottles of Red Bull and wrappers for their junk foods.

And just an hour later, Y/N notices that the light from the living room is off. That's the signal for her that says they're already in their rooms so she goes out because she wants to sit under the moon.

She jumps over the porch bannisters to the lawn outside. She isn't scared of the night because the moon shone so bright and also there are lights around the house.

While watching the night skies, she also has her airpods on. She's just singing along to the songs when the skies in front of her are covered with a cloud of smoke so she immediately sits up feeling so frightened. But she sees Jeno's face looking so amused with a vape on his hand.

"You scared me." She mumbles. "Jeez."

"Sorry, you just were so focused with what you were doing."

She stands up and brushes herself off. "What are you doing here?"

"Vaping, you?"

"Well, I was enjoying the night skies."

"You can still enjoy it." He remarks.

But she shakes her head. "Nope." She jumps to sit on the bannister and so does Jeno. They sit beside each other staring into the empty space.

"Why do you vape?" She asks.

"Kinda helps me relax." He replies.

"Is it good?"

"It smells good." He watches her as her eyes linger curiously at the vape on his hand. "Wanna try?" Her eyes meet his with excitement. "On second thought, no. Your brother is gonna skin me alive."

Their eyes meet and she pouts. "He's not. Why would he?"

"Because he plays the part of a protective brother who doesn't want his innocent sister to get influenced negatively."

"I'm not that innocent!" Her head cocks to the side. "And how does vape influence one negatively?"

Jeno raises the vape on her eye level. "Because this is just like cigarettes, and it's not good for you."

She scoffs. "But it is for you?"

"No, but I don't have someone who's over protective over me."

She rolls her eyes and snatches the vape from his hand. "Oh, give it."

"Y/N." He warningly says and somehow she found it endearing. Her name coming out of his lips. "You don't know how to use that."

"Then show me."

He sighs then says, "Just put it on your mouth then inhale, don't swallow, just exhale."

"I can do that." She positions the vapour in front of her lips. "I'm doing it." Glancing at Jeno then puts it in her mouth to inhale the smoke.

Jeno also inhales heavily unconsciously along with her as he watches her use the thing. Watching intently how she does it because it's her first time after all.

She exhales and a cloud of smoke comes out of her lips. She watched it giddily and the surroundings smelt like strawberry and vanilla.

He smirks. "Not bad."

"Told you I'm not that innocent." She smiled ever so gorgeously that he just stared at her. "W-what?" She immediately thinks he's looking at her birthmark and covers it right away.

He took her hand away from her jaw. "Why do you keep covering it?"

"It's ugly." She replies.

But his forehead creases in confusion. "It's not."

"Yes it is! You're just trying to make me feel better by saying it's not."

With one hand, he holds her face by the jaws and pulls her forward to him. She held her breath as they got closer, and her eyes widened at the same time. He gently kisses the birthmark on her face that made Y/N's heart fall to her stomach and jump along with the fluttering butterflies. "I'm not." He whispers.

"Jeno..." Thank God it's dark and he can't see how her face is turning into a tomato.

He shakes his head as if waking up to reality. "I-I'm sorry, I-I couldn't help myself." But he notices her more shocked than he is so he pulls her closer again and his lips perched on top of hers. "Relax." Then he holds her on her waist, she feels so stiff and tense. He slides his tongue in her mouth and kisses her like it's the last time he ever could. "Y/N, just relax." She exhales and just goes with the flow.

Y/N has never felt this feeling before. She's usually scared, frightened, and even sometimes feeling threatened but now she just feels warm and it's like there's a blanket over her heart.

Her eyes got teary and she bit her bottom lip when they separated.

"I literally just met you today but I can't stop the attraction I'm feeling for you." He confesses.

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novacqnes · 2 years

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insomnia // rosita espinosa

summary: grappling with heartbreak and her sexuality Rosita finds solace in you and a little more.

warning: very brief smut (fingering, masturbation)

word count: 2.2k

pairing: rosita espinosa x fem reader

a/n: noticed a lack of rosita fics on here, if you guys enjoyed please don’t forget to reblog I really appreciate it :)

Loneliness was an unmistakable feeling. It was the depravity and isolation that came with being alone that made living unbearable. It was a feeling that Rosita knew all too well but she was good at masking it. After all, she had Abraham, someone who she’d known since the start of the end and he wouldn’t dare leave her- until he eventually did. But there were more men after Abraham, all of whom meant nothing to her, none of them could replace the growing loneliness she wrestled with day after day.

From the moment Rosita emerged from the tank by Abraham’s side you were in awe. Not just by her physical appearance but the way she cared for people, especially those she loved. She was fierce but in an a passionate way- being loved by Rosita was unlike anything else, or so you imagined. There were many things stopping you from professing your long held crush on her; the first began with the 6ft blue-eyed ginger with a loaded machine gun. The second was that Rosita was presumably straight. She never talked about girls or even hinted at a possible attraction to them which made you doubt the possibility that she’d ever reciprocate your feelings.

So maybe it was loneliness, or maybe it was curiosity that led Rosita to your doorstep for the first time 6 weeks ago. That night Rosita wandered around Alexandria aimlessly until she came across your dimly lit house on the corner of the street. She didn’t have a particular goal in mind but before she knew it she was at your front step, ringing the doorbell.

When you appeared Rosita was shocked by the absence of fatigue and dark circles under your eyes. You looked put together, almost as if you weren’t sleeping in the first place. It made her feel embarrassed to be standing in front of you with nothing but a tank top and shorts.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked.

Rosita looked more flushed than usual. And any other day you would’ve blamed it on the scorching Virginia heat. It was something about the way she stood in front of you, out of breath, balled fists and messy hair. You knew there had to be something more.

“Yeah, I saw the light from outside. Can I come in?”

You opened the door a bit further to let her in when you finally saw it. The dim light over the fireplace illuminated the room to where you were able to finally get a clear view of Rosita. You hadn’t realized it before but her eyes were red as if she’d been crying for hours.

“Sorry for the mess, I can clean it up if you want to sit down.”

Rosita had only visited your house a handful of times yet this was the first time she truly got a good look. There were candles lit all around your living room, the couch was pulled out and numerous books, pencils, cigarettes, poems and drawings spread all across the mattress.

“No- don’t it’s fine, I don’t mind.” She remarked, a drawing on the corner of the bed catching her eye.

She sauntered over to it picking it up, it was a drawing of Michonne. Around her dozens upon dozens of flowers drawn meticulously to outline her locs. Around her locs were splashes of color that only enhanced the picture.

She stood in disbelief, “You did this?”

Rosita was astonished, she’d never seen anything like it. She couldn’t fathom that something so beautiful could come to life in the world they lived. A world of pain, loneliness and fear.

“Yeah, I tried to get the eyes right but they look off-“ You rambled.

“Y/n, this is beautiful. Is that what you do all night?”

“Pretty much, I can never really fall asleep so I find something to do, to keep myself busy.”

“Is there more? Can I look?” She urged, her eyes falling on more.

“Knock yourself out.” You chuckled, giddy excitement ran through your body as you watched Rosita face light up at the sight of your creations.

She sat on the mattress reading through the poems- your poems. She found herself smiling at your handwriting, the way you wrote with passion and pursuit. Each and every drawing she came across made her heart swell, especially the ones of the group. Something about the way you drew people felt majestic. The way people wanted to be seen as something more than themselves, as something greater, you displayed through each stroke.

Rosita kept looking until she came across one at the edge of the bed, you began to panic recognizing the figure through the page. Before you could rush over and grab it she was already on it, flipping it over to see herself.

At first she was speechless, it felt as if she was staring at her own reflection. In the pit of your stomach several knots formed as you stood by anxiously hoping she wasn’t creeped out or hated your drawing. You picked your cuticles hoping to distract yourself from the unnerving silence.

At last a painful smile broke through Rosita's face as she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

She hated it.

You stuttered, “I’m sorry Rosita, I tried my best but I could redo it if you’d like—“

“No, no- Y/n this is perfect, you’re perfect. I love it.” She reassured.

“Then what’s wrong?” You asked, joining her on the side of the bed.

“Abraham. He left me.”

Rosita filled you in on how it happened. When she came into the room they shared together and he was packing. He didn’t offer her much of an explanation besides the fact that he now knew that she wasn’t the only woman in the world anymore. But you both knew it meant he’d fallen for someone else and kicked Rosita as well as all of the years they’d spent together to the curb.

“I’m not upset that he’s found someone better for himself, you know? It hurts like hell but it’s how he did it. Like I was nothing.”

Anger bubbled inside of you as you found it hard to contain your thoughts. You’d always created a picture of what you imagined Rosita and Abraham's relationship to be. You thought of them as some sort of unbreakable force. They weren’t joined at the hip like Maggie and Glenn but their loyalty to each other spoke for itself. Rosita would do anything for him and until now you assumed it was the same back.

“He’s an asshole.”

“Y/n—“

“Listen I know you love him and all but he’s still a dick, and I’m entitled to believe that.” You said curtly.

She chucked, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She held up the picture of herself.

“The way you drew me, I want someone to see me like that. Strong, beautiful, unbeatable.” She gushed, placing a hand on your clothed thigh.

Someone. Although she didn’t say your name directly, it felt like she was talking about you. Like she was calling out to you and once again you felt the heat rush to your cheeks but this time you said something.

“You are.”

Rosita blushed, nervously shaking her head as she sensed the atmosphere shift. The vanilla scent from the candles made her feel like she was walking on air. How she so deeply wanted to lean in and kiss you right there yet she held back. She pulled her hand in, placing it back in her lap.

She grinned, “I really needed this Y/n, thanks for being an insomniac.”

“Anytime.” You mumbled, heart sinking as you felt like you’d driven her away.

She headed for the door clutching the picture in her arms shooting you one last bittersweet smile. Once the door closed you flung yourself onto the bed. You screwed up you thought, you let your feelings get in the way and it chased Rosita away. Now you really weren’t going to sleep.

Little did you know Rosita hadn’t let the tension deter her from seeing you. Every day since that night she found her way back to your house. Sometimes it was to talk, admire your work, but truly it was because she liked being around you. That night Rosita practically begged you to let her model for you. She went around all of Alexandria collecting acrylic paints and a canvas for you to work on. When she finally arrived she was bursting at the seams with excitement waltzing through the door. She dumped the tools on the pull out bed.

“You’re way too excited for this.” You giggled, setting up your workstation.

“Never been more ready for anything in my life- you know I had to play a game of chess with Eugene to get those fancy paints for you?”

“Chess?”

“Yes, chess! It lasted a whole 3 hours. You should be thanking me.” She exclaimed.

You smirked, “I’ll make sure to thank you after, have a seat.”

Rosita took a seat on the bed as you settled on the stool behind the canvas. You meticulously studied her face and you noticed it had a new joy to it. Over the last few weeks you could feel Rosita’s confidence slowly beginning to build back up. There were a few setbacks but she was repairing her heart with your help, every step of the way.

You guys had grown extremely close as Rosita began to spend the night, but you guys never slept in the same bed. Since the first night you were careful not to cross any lines with Rosita, your relationship was strictly platonic and it was going to stay that way.

With each stroke you replicated the beautiful woman seated in front of you. You covered each and every inch of her body accentuating the slightest detail.

“Almost done there?” Rosita called out, growing a bit restless.

“Almost….” You answered back, adding the finishing details to the portrait.

Once you were finally satisfied you turned the canvas around allowing Rosita to see. A heartfelt smile spread across her flushed face as she admired the art.

“That’s you,” You beamed, taking a seat right next to her.

“Y/n…. I don’t even know what to say, it's beautiful.” She cooed, turning to look at you.

For a second you felt time stop as your eyes connected. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you caught a whiff of her maple scent. Instead of pulling away Rosita placed a gentle hand on the side of your face moving in to kiss you. Her lips were so soft, you couldn’t think straight as her hands ran up and down your body pressing herself further against you.

“Wait no-no.” You shook your head going to remove her hands from you.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t really want this.” You croaked.

“What?”

“You’re heartbroken because of Abraham so this is your way to cope, you don’t really like me.

She began, “Y/n-“

“No-“

“Y/n, listen to me.” She cupped your face so you could see she was truly serious.

“I like you and I want to be with you. This isn’t some phase or coping mechanism. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. You make me want to be better and I hope I can be that person for you. Please let me.” She pleaded.

You knew she was telling the truth, you could see it in her eyes she was being genuine. You’d gone down this road way too many times to know that you just needed to trust her, you felt it deep down that you could.

“Okay,” You nodded, moving your hands, allowing Rosita to continue.

Something about the way she kissed you, the passion behind it made you fall all in. The kiss grew more fierce as she slipped her tongue into your mouth causing you to moan. Her hand traveled to the band of your sweatpants before looking at you for permission.

“I’m not experienced, when it comes to girls. But I want to try…can I touch you?” She muttered in between kisses.

“Yes, please.”

You placed your hand over hers slipping it under your pants and underwear, guiding her in the right direction. The pad of her thumb gently connected with your clit as it sent a shiver through your pussy. She began to rub tauntingly slow circles kissing up and down your neck.

“Just like that.” You moaned, as the pleasure built inside of you. Seeing how this affected you Rosita applied more pressure to your clit, slipping one finger inside of you.

“You’re doing so well Rosie.” You cried, as her pace sped up, she leaned down to sloppily kiss you, your tongues swirling over one another.

Rosita angled her finger meeting your g spot as you gasped. She kept going until you were a moaning mess in front of her on the verge of release. When you were done she placed her head into the crevice of your neck, admiring her work. You looked down at her content and out of breath.

“I could do that for you too you know, take care of you.” You suggested, slipping a hand over her thigh.

“I know but you always do, I wanted to be the one this time. I promise to be.”

That night you laid in the same bed comfortably tangled in each other’s arms, drifting off into a long slumber for the first time in years. Although your insomnia wasn’t cured, having Rosita next to you every night made it a little easier.

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littlelesbinonny · 7 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 26: In Which Soft Turns Sharp

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"I have been in IT for years and I've never once actually seen this happen."

"How does this even happen?"

"It blew up, literally."

"Yo! That's uh... that's a mess."

You were currently standing in the middle of a category 5 disaster. The bottom half of your pants and all of your shoes were completely black; powder-coated by your lovely office printer you were just having words with.

Toner was spewed all over the ugly grey carpet like the remanence of a cartoon explosion. The coworkers and IT tech were standing around amused and befuddled by the whole thing.

Jeff nudged your arm with a giant grin on his face, "did you at least say 'bless you'?"

You wanted to groan.

"No, really though..." Jade, the IT guy asked, "what were you doing again before this happened?"

Another exasperated sigh.

"I've been having communication issues all morning with it and my computer, so after I got sick of trying to repair the connection through my server I came back here to see if perhaps the ethernet was disconnected. It wasn't. Then I was going to get into the settings to see if there was something wrong there, but the screen went all blinky and wobbly, then the fucker shit itself. That's it."

Kind of.

You left out the part where you grabbed the sides of the operating screen in a threat to rip it off it's hinges, then it exploded.

Jade mused on your explanation one more time while the other two morons were drawing finger pictures on the side of the printer with toner.

"Ok - as exciting as this is I'm gunna go and see if I can save my shoes from being stained forever. Bye."

With a huff you kicked off as much toner as you could and immediately headed out the door.

In truth technology had been acting really funky the past few days. First your phone started acting up; the screen would randomly black out while you were using it (the thing was barely a year old so you hoped it wasn't frying already), the location changed on you twice (once it threw you to Paris, the second time to Idaho), and getting your keyboard to work properly was an entire fight all on it's own. You finally turned it off for a couple hours and it seemed to help a little. Then, the clock on your desk started sucking batteries to death. Twice this week you had to change them to keep the damn thing correct. Your work computer had had a couple hiccups and now the printer. Was Mercury in fucking retrograde or some shit???

You didn't bother to tell your boss you were leaving and left the building without saying anything to anyone.

8 days had gone by without Alcina and you were missing her so badly. The bouts of unusual aggression were sporadic and it really wasn't like you, but you just weren't used to such strong feelings about someone and it must be making you a little weird. You guess.

A calmer energy seemed to be following you now but it didn't completely phase out the worry or aggravation. You began to feel better overall since the random muscle attack in your back which helped ease a lot of your tension, but still, you couldn't help but... wonder. You didn't know where she was but somehow she felt closer. You hoped she would be back soon. Sooner than later.

Suddenly your phone began to ring and you reached for it out of your bag.

It was Louis.

"Heyyy man, what's up?"

"I got you another cassette my friend; Miss D and the Pallboys in a rare recording done at a live event - interested?"

"What kind of question is that; hell yes I am - I'll be there in half an hour!"

"See you soon."

Ok, today was not a total bust.

The mirror was not as kind today as she was hoping.

Alcina looked at her naked body with a twinge of scrutiny.

She'd gone through all of this with no fruits for her labor.

After Dmitri and her troops arrived 5 days ago the trail of evidence and any leads went dead. It had gone completely silent. No more attacks, no more sightings, not even a hint of action. While everyone was relieved it didn't sit well with anyone, but what were they to do? They'd scoured every inch of the territory through the sector where everything had taken place, and miles around that.

Nothing. Anywhere.

The 'cave' itself proved pointless; it was caved in not a thousand feet from the entrance. Still, no one was convinced this was over and Alcina agreed. Dmitri and Sylvia kept several outposts active and would continue to do so for as long as they deemed fit.

The deceased mutated vampire lay in the bin hollowing out with nothing more of interest to study it seemed. No bugs, no worms, nothing exited his body to help Joel in his quest to understand him. His tests came up with very little information outside of a strange anomaly in the dead blood he'd collected, however it was nothing he had seen and without a live sample of possibly another mutated specimen he was hitting a dead end as well. How could he research a dead, dying crumb of evidence? Oddly though, when they put his body out to disintegrate in the sun, he didn't crumble to pure ash as he should have. His bones remained slightly in tact, which Joel collected to see if that could lead him anywhere instead.

Mother Miranda had finally been reached; she had indeed been on travel to Romania which is where Donna was finally able to speak with her. Her reaction was... limited at best. Unconcerned and satisfied they had it under control. Donna was unamused by her stance and Alcina couldn't have scoffed harder at her dismissal. She was nothing if not flippant unless it directly concerned her these days. She could rot in hell or Romania for all Alcina cared.

The suspiciousness of the ordeal had everyone who was aware remaining on high alert. This was far from over and neither clan was backing down from their posts to make sure whatever, if ever, something came next, they'd be more than prepared.

Thankfully no word had seeped into the underground and everything was carrying on as normal it seemed.

Alcina had returned home yesterday and was getting ready for a good nights rest in her own bed where it was quiet, and private.

Well, a little.

Donning her nightgown she clicked off the light to her bathroom and exited.

"Ai dormit pe partea asta aseară, e rândul meu," Daniela stated flatly. (You slept on this side last night, it's my turn)

"Conteaza? Încă dormi lângă mama," Cassandra replied, "sunt două laturi, poate s-o lase pe Bela să doarmă lângă ea în seara asta.." (Does it matter? You're still sleeping next to mother, there's two sides, maybe let Bela sleep next to her tonight.)

Bela sighed as she situated at the end of the very large king size bed, "e în regulă, sunt bine aici jos. Atâta timp cât suntem cu toții împreună, nu-mi pasă." (It's fine, I'm fine down here. As long as we're all together I don't care.)

"Dani este doar un nebun, vino să dormi aici." (Dani is just being a brat, you come sleep up here.)

"Nu sunt un nebun!" (I'm not being a brat!)

"Fetelor..." Alcina intervened as she approached softly, "într-adevăr acum, am destul pat și timp și cu mine să merg. Vă rugăm să încetați să vă certați." (Girls... really now, there's plenty of bed and time and me to go around. Please stop bickering.)

They smiled at her as she began crawling under the covers with them, nestling down with a smile of her own.

When Alcina returned home she hadn't had a moments peace since she walked through the door. Her daughters had warm blood waiting for her, not the wine, and tended to her every unspoken need. Which, they apparently seemed to make for her by the dozens. Donna had of course informed them of her attack and they were more fretful than she at the news. It was only expected they would be exceptionally doting to their beloved mother when she arrived home. They had nearly lost her once, many many years ago and the memories were still fresh and vivid in their hearts. The bond the 4 of them shared was deeply rooted and strong; Alcina may not be their biological mother in the human sense, but she was their rock and anchor, their protector and very much the loving, nurturing, caring and doting mother figure. While the girls were quite old as far as human standards go, somehow deep inside of them was still a childlike need and fondness with Alcina.

Cassandra had run her a bath, Bela washed the clothes Dani had packed and sent with Dmitri for her, Dani continued to bring warm blood on the hour and while the house was never truly a mess, it was spotless. Spot. Less. Alcina couldn't help but grin at their attentiveness. She jested perhaps she should get wounded more often... they didn't find it humorous in the least.

"Acum, fiicele mele... noapte bună, vă iubesc, dormiți bine," she cooed, caressing their beautiful faces one by one. (Now, my daughters... goodnight, I love you, sleep well.)

Exchanging kisses to the cheek they settled in, snuggling close to their mother as the silence of the room seeped in.

Cassandra, now on the right side of Alcina, caressed her arm softly, "esti bine mama?" (You're alright, mother?)

Alcina smiled, "da, draga. Dormi. Sunt acasă, în siguranță cu fetele mele. Totul este în regulă în lume," she whispered and kissed her forehead once more. (Yes, darling. Sleep. I'm home, safe and sound with my girls. All is right in the world.)

She felt complete.

Almost.

She missed you. She needed you.

Tomorrow she would venture out to see you. She couldn't stand the distance from you any longer.

"More goodies for the pests, ey?"

You gave Malka a raised eyebrow as she scanned the bag of mixed nuts and dried berries.

"Those pests were here waaay before us, it's not their fault we moved in on their territory."

Malka broke her stern visage and smiled brightly at you, "yes yes, good good, you have a Yiddishe Kop my girl."

Malka was an old Jewish woman who ran and owned the tiny corner store a couple blocks from your apartment. It was your favorite place to get groceries and oddities. The produce was always fresh and she was constantly stocking the shelves with fun, niche little snacks from all over Europe and her home in the Netherlands. She'd adopted you as the neighborhood stray long ago and you happily claimed her as your long lost Bubbeh - her chosen term. She was small but a pure spitfire. Her hair was long and white with fading pepper streaks that she wore in a braided bun high on her head. Malka was a darling.

"I still think you should ween them off the dried fruit and give them fresh - it's good for the soul, you know," she advised knowingly.

You chuckled, "they like what they like, who am I to argue? Getting them off the pastries was hard enough!"

She placed the last of your things in your tweed bag and handed it over to you, "my pastries were the cause of several village wars, I'll have you know."

"Yes, yes, I know Sophia Petrillo. I doubt I'll ever see another twenty dropped on my doorstep until I treat them again."

"Ahaha," she cackled, "off with you now, enjoy your evening and give my best to the birds. Tell them Bubbeh wants a twenty dollar bill too next time."

By the time you made it to your block you caught their shadows overhead as they swarmed and landed in the trees in the courtyard. You smiled and treaded around back to the grass and benches on the other side. They followed with happy caws and grunts and coos.

You sat on the bench and watched them gracefully land at your feet as you opened the bag and began divvying out the goods.

You still couldn't tell them all apart yet but there was a considerably bigger one and a runt that stuck out the most. The smallest was easily the most vocal and it was skittish. The biggest one was very regal but had a playful side, you'd noticed. He, or she, would play with the baby squirrels in the neighboring tree, almost a game of tag, it was quite amusing to watch.

The gathering usually gave you odd looks from the passerby's but you got used to ignoring it. So you had a tiny army of crows, so what?

Without giving away the whole bag you watched them trek around the grounds for a while enjoying the falling evening. It was getting a little cooler now, autumn was around the corner. Every season in New York was pretty, except winter. Winter could fuck all the way off in your opinion.

You sighed. As the darkness shifted the hue in the sky your heart silently wished upon the universe that your Alcina was safe and would be back in your arms before too long. 9 days was a really, really long time at this point.

There was no way to accurately describe the sensation that coated you like warm molasses; it was slow in enveloping you and you became light headed, a fuzzy heat trickled through your system and your limbs felt numb and tingly. A smile erupted on your face and you instantly knew this feeling.

In a split second you were off your couch and headed for your room.

There creeping through your doorway was that tall black silhouette you longed and craved to see and touch for 9 too long goddamn days.

"Alcina," you whimpered as you ran to her and collected her in your arms.

She sighed long and heavy as her own strong arms enfolded you with haste. Your scent wafted through her sweeter than a summer breeze offering reprieve from the hot sun and she drove her nose deep in your hair.

"Oh... how I've missed you, draga mea," she whispered near your ear, feeling her own relief and satiation of having you back within her grasp, "I have missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much," your muffled reply came as you slowly inched your face around to claim her lips.

The two of you moaned softly and satisfyingly at the connection. Yes. This felt like home, this felt too good to be lost for so long.

Alcina carefully grasped your face in her cool hands, which you noticed were slightly trembling, and you looked deep into her stumbling slate colored eyes. Pools of ethereal eternity. Somewhere you wanted to be for the rest of your days.

"Hi beautiful," you smiled.

"Hello, dragul meu," she smiled right back.

You snaked your arms back around her torso and clung to her like she might slip away again. Not today Satan, not to-fucking-day.

Although, there was something amiss. Something not quite right. You weren't completely sure what it was but somehow your hands began to pull higher up her back where you found, under her leather jacket, an unnatural heat. And raised ridges of... something.

Alcina hitched as your hands splayed over her wounds and grabbed for your arms and pulled you away. The concern and confusion was not hidden on your face and she sighed, forced a smile and hoped there could have been at least an hour pass before this came to light.

Feeling the hesitation peel off her like layers of a wilted rose you stepped in a little closer to her, taking her hands in yours.

You could throw the thoughts of her absence dealing with something dangerous out the window all you'd like; they would return like a handful of sand to the wind and back in your eyes every time. You knew. You knew.

With a short breath you swallowed your worry, "I know you can't tell me everything, or maybe anything at all for that matter, but... what did I just feel?"

Exasperation was now the most common emotion she was friends with these days. Alcina didn't know how to tell you. It wasn't as if she could hide this forever. But she wanted to. Her healing was so slow - they should be gone by now, but they weren't, and she didn't want to be away from you any longer. Somehow this made her feel too vulnerable to you, a desperation to keep it locked away and never let you into this dark corner of her world.

"Draga..." she started, tossing her eyes away from you.

This was not something you would receive well, in fact she feared for how it would affect you period. How was she supposed to just brush this off as a; 'well, you see draga mea, I was attacked by a mutated vampire that nearly killed me and more lycans than I care to count, that may or may not have many other mates running loose that we can't find, and truly that's just where the story ends for the moment,' and expect you to have a normal reaction. And, at the same time, how could she just say; 'I can't tell you what happened and I'm sorry you have to look at these scars that looks like I fought 8 meet hooks, you'll just have to accept that,' and move on.

Alcina's pause made you lean in closer. You understood the barrage of thoughts you couldn't hear her fighting all too well, so, softly and carefully, you began to remove her jacket and moved to her tight black turtleneck.

Her body immediately tensed and an anxiousness wrapped around her, but what was she to do.

Well, here we go, Alcina thought.

She allowed you to continue and it actually surprised you. You half expected her to grab for your arms again and immobilize your efforts, but she didn't.

As you stood behind her and lifted the soft cloth, the sight that assaulted your eyes sunk your heart to the pits of your stomach like a deflated lead balloon.

Did you gasp? No clue. But you felt ice shoot through your veins at the sight.

"My god..." you whispered, "Alcina... what - who did this to you?"

Your fingers were so gentle as they passed over the raised dark purple scars Alcina almost buckled. The caress didn't hurt but it felt like little sparks of electricity passing through her. Somehow your touch was the most soothing thing she'd felt so far in her healing, or, maybe, she was just starving for your touch more than she had been aware.

As your eyes wandered you could now see in the dim light that there were fully healed scars all over her. All in swipes of 4, like sets of claws. Eventually you just removed the turtleneck all together and rounded her to look back into her eyes. She wasn't completely dodging your glance, but she wasn't seeking it out either.

You tried to choke out more questions as you softly trailed your fingers over her arms, chest, and abdomen. What was there to say, how were you to say it? Suddenly another rushing wave of icy water pelted over you as the memories of that night you had your little 'muscle attack' just about drowned you.

Did you feel this happen to her?

Who or what could have done this? Was the war between vampires and lycans returning?

Your visage torqued the twinge in Alcina's heart. You were so concerned, plighted by a tied tongue. But also, something else. Alcina gently reached out to cup your jaw and offer a soft smile. Truth be told she didn't know what to say either. She didn't want to answer your question.

In your short lived elation to see her you were unable to address the tiredness about her, but now you saw it loud and clear. Her eyes lacked the sparkle of light, her skin looked worn, her lips, thinner, her trembling hands alone should have told you how lacking her energy was.

Taking her beautiful long fingers to your lips you kissed them gently, repeatedly, locking her eyes with yours as you then began to move your hair away from your neck.

Alcina grabbed you up in her arms and held you, "dragul meu, please, I didn't come here to feed off you -"

"I know you didn't but you're depleted, I can tell," you shut down her argument softly, "please, drink," you urged, "I don't like seeing you like this. Please... I want you to."

She didn't budge.

Stubborn ass.

Accepting her refusal you secured your arms even more tightly around her bare torso and held her back. She may have won for now but you would give her your blood before she left, you wouldn't have it any other way. Softly you began pressing your warm lips against her bare collarbone and kissing her cool skin with revered tenderness.

Alcina closed her eyes and leaned into you, feeling you against her seemed to bring down all the pillars of worry and concern around her. But you, your offer, it panged her with guilt and remorse.

Pressing her lips to the shell of your ear she whispered softly, "you are not for my consumption, draga mea, you are more to me than what I think you realize and it pains me to think if I have lead you astray in that... you are not for the taking, for use, for simply delectable taste and pleasure. I love you, I never want you to feel less than my equal, for all sense and purpose of our differences."

You sighed.

"You big dummy," you muttered, pulling back to look into her eyes once more, "I love you too, I love you so much... you're my vampire and I'm your human; I belong to you because I want to. I'm not offering my blood out of - fuck, I don't know - pressure, duty, some form of guilt - no! I love you, I want you to feed because I want to take care of you, because I don't want to see you drained and weak, because your wellbeing is not only my job as your lover but my honor. You're a mighty Matriarch. You fight battles and command armies and rule over a literal underground city of vampires and lycans. I am a chaotic, dysfunctional, boring as fuck but loving human who was just lucky enough to be chosen by you - I can't offer you much, literally, I have like nothing of real value... but you've got my love, my dedication, my heart and blood and whatever else you want or need, ok?"

What have I done to deserve you? Alcina mused in the silence. You were the unintended enigma that was never-ending.

Carefully tracing her fingertips along the outlines of your face, Alcina leaned in gracefully to kiss you. Each caress of your lips together grew a little deeper and a little deeper, everything outside of this room ceasing to exist as she was once again back in the safest place she could ever imagine. Your arms. Your embrace. Your love.

Feeling the inevitable plume of heat deep inside of you, gorging yourself on everything that was this glorious woman, you urged and silently begged for her bite; pressing your body so close into hers, pulling her as near as possible, arching your neck as your lips escaped to graze her jawline. And then you felt the shudder within her; the release of the tiger that was prowling for blood with no need to chase.

Her teeth were sharp and precise and the painful pleasure coursed through you like your blood into her. Bliss, euphoric release; a chaotic intertwining of black and white, up and down, hot and cold.

As the sensation of heat poured down her throat, Alcina groaned out her long-awaited desire to taste you again. Your blood fed fuel to her fire like nothing else in this world, but within the rush this time something else was taking place. Her body began to burn. Her senses thrown into a frenzy. The striking, piercing sensation of an itch so violently unable to scratch tore through her and she ripped her mouth away from your neck with a pained wail.

Alcina's knees buckled and she fell to the floor with a thud.

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duhnova · 1 year

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someone new - lee chan

song inspo: enchanted - taylor swift

warning(s): angst, tiny bit of fluff?

synopsis: love has always been hard for you but with chan it seemed easy, until it wasn’t.

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when you and chan met it seemed like the world had slowed down for you. it was enchanting, really. he was surrounded by his friends in a cramped night club when his eyes caught yours from across the room. your shy smile seemed to draw him in as he pushed through the crowd to introduce himself.

no one wanted to believe him when he said he met a girl that night and none of your friends could believe that you gave a loser like him your number. but there was something about the aloof smile he gave you after he almost tripped walking up to you that had you hooked. that’s why you found yourself out in the middle of the night a lot with the windows down blasting all your favorite songs while he drove you two around the city till the sun came out.

no one understood the connection the two of you had but they didn’t need to. the only thing anyone needed to know was that you were in love and you hoped chan was too.

it was safe to say it was hard to understand lee chan sometimes, even when you two were as close as your feet to the ground were. or maybe you two were as close as the moon and sun considering you never knew he had a crush. at least all his friends made it out to be a crush.

chan never spilled the beans on who it was and you hoped it was because he liked you and he was just terrified to ruin your guys’ friendship - which is something you two didn’t have in common.

one night you decided enough was enough, you were finally going to confess to him and what better way than to do it on valentines day - even if it was a little cliche. you had the whole night planned out, from the second you two woke up to right now. it was dinner time and you asked chan to meet you at a restaurant that you had spent weeks getting a reservation at.

you and chan had come separately because you had some last minute things you needed to take care of, such as the freshly polished silver chain you had tucked away in the pocket of your long coat. you remembered chan eyeing it awhile ago when you two had taken a trip to the mall to buy someone a gift and when you two had split ways you ran back to the shop to buy it - even if it costed you almost your whole car payment (chan was worth it after the years he had been putting up with you).

a couple more minutes were spent in your cars as you fixed your appearance a little, smoothing down fly hairs and straightening out your clothes. you wanted to look as good as possible, even though you know chan wouldn’t care if you had shown up in a hoodie and leggings.

it felt like an eternity as you walked into the restaurant and followed the waitress to the table where chan was already sitting, his normally messy hair slicked back as he talked quietly on the phone with someone. you waited patiently for him to be finished before you made yourself known.

“chan!” he almost jumps out of his seat as you laugh quietly at how startled he got.

“i thought i was going to have a heart attack.” he lets out a dramatic sigh as he smiles back at you, watching you take a seat across from him.

“you clean up good.” you whistle lowly at his appearance, he definitely looked a lot more dressed up than you.

“oh thanks.” he blushes lightly as he scratches his cheek - a nervous habit he picked up a while ago. “you look pretty.” he offers you a shy smile.

“thank you.” it's your turn for your face to start heating up as you pick up the menu to look at their drink selection. “do you know what you’re going to order yet?” chan hums quietly as he looks back down at his own menu.

“i was just thinking of having a house salad.” you look up at your best friend curiously.

“are you not hungry?” you watch him shrug a little before his phone dings quietly, his hands typing away at the screen as he responds to whatever message he got before setting his phone back down and apologizing.

“i’m trying to save my appetite.” he doesn’t dare look you in the eyes. a small pit begins to form in your stomach as you begin to think that maybe he didn’t want to be there with you.

“oh?” you tried to keep your voice steady as you went back to looking at your own menu. “if i didn’t know any better i would think that you had another date later.” the silence was a little too long for your liking as you looked back up at chan who was already staring at you wide eyed. “what?”

“how did you…” you felt your heart stop a little.

“you have another date later?” you swallow the lump in your throat.

“i do..” his voice is small before he looks back down at his menu, trying to distract the way your fallen face hurt him.

“with whoo?” you tried to sound excited for him.

“her name is lin, we have bio chem together..” his voice shook a little. “she had asked me if i wanted to join her for dinner later and i couldn’t say no..”

“is she the one you have a crush on?”

“what?” he looks back at you wide eyed like an owl.

“y’know, seungkwan can’t keep his mouth shut about you liking someone.” the laugh you let out sounded a little bitter before you sighed quietly. “you don’t have to sit here and eat with me if you have plans.”

“no i want to be here with you i ju-”

“you just want to hang out with lin more, right? i get it.” you offer him the best fake reassuring smile you could muster. “you finally got asked out by a girl for valentines day, you shouldn’t have to spend it with your best friend when you can spend it with her instead.”

“y/n..” his voice trailed off as he tried to think of what to say, which only made you sigh quietly.

“just go be with her now chan..” this time your smile was genuine, even if your lips shook as you held back your tears. “enjoy your valentine's day with someone who isn’t me for once.”

“but i..” his sentence got caught in his throat as he watched you look back down at your menu. “do you really want me to go?” he whispered. you couldn’t trust your voice anymore as you nod your head. a loud silence fell over the two of you as minutes passed by before chan finally stood up, quietly dismissing himself before he left the restaurant.

a single tear fell down your cheek as you tried to hold your sobs in, not wanting to break down in the middle of the restaurant. why did it have to turn out like this? today was supposed to be the perfect day, where you finally confessed to the love of your life.

“just… please don’t be in love with her.” you whispered to yourself as you whipped the tear off your face before grabbing your phone to text the one person you knew was free.

‘jeonghan.. do you want to come have dinner with me and then watch a movie after?’

‘i thought you were out with chan right now?’

‘didn’t go as planned.’

‘send me your location’

after sending him the name of the restaurant you put in your drink order along with something to drink for jeonghan when he got there. even if you weren’t able to spend valentine's day with the man that enchanted you from day one, at least you were able to spend it with someone who could lighten your mood - even just a little.

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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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Bleeding Out

Relationship: Stephen Strange x fem!reader

Warnings: angst but sorta ends in fluff (:

Summary: You come to realize your neglect of your relationship with Stephen Strange after he makes you aware. Needless to say, you feel awful and hope to resolve this small rift between you two.

Word Count: 742

A/N: It's been a very long time since I've written anything Stephen Strange related, but a situation came up a couple months ago and he seemed like the right character to help me through. I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll reformat it, add the keep reading line, etc. once I get back to my desktop Tumblr, since I'll be away a few days. Lastly, the fic title and song inspiration come from Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

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“You’re still here with me?”

“I was always here, I never left.”

The pain inside your chest swells only growing, stretching, aching in agony. You shouldn’t have let it get this far, and yet your world was crumbling down within paragraphs of words. Bottled emotions pounded through your bloodstream, threatening to tear you apart by the minute, and oh, you let them. It is the least of what you truly deserve after this entanglement. Your sorry pitiful attempts to show any semblance of caring now rip a hole inside you, awakening the storm, embracing the turmoil you relentlessly try to paddle through with no ending in sight. It is what you deserve after all. You deserve to fall into cardiac arrest and not be revived. It’s what got you into the situation in the first place.

You’d abandoned him, like you had yesterday’s project, though he should have told you right when the problem started, not six to eight weeks after it began seeping through, reaching the breaking point in this relationship, whatever you want to call it you are part of. You don’t understand why it had to happen this way.

His hands tremble as he looks into your eyes, which you hope isn’t the last time. You watch his Adam's apple bobble forcing down whatever feelings of remorse he has towards this tumultuous breaking point. He steps closer still, his comfort aching, begging to draw you closer as the Cloak of Levitation brushes against you, sensing your own sorrow and wanting to take your pain from you.

“You have to understand…I did it to protect us, to protect you.”

“Then why did you wait so long, Stephen? It hurts worse now than it would have if you only spoke sooner,” you spit each word out, on the precipice of rage, the unfamiliar fire inside you consuming your heart, possibly your soul. Why did you even bother with this, with him? He’d told you about his journey to Karmar-Taj, sparing some details and still trusting you with it. For all you know, you are his friend, occasional lovers after that one long stint. The pulsating in your head grows by the moment, the pressure unrelenting, you let loose a silent scream.

Yes, of course, you left him a few months ago, your work and lessons at Karmar-Taj filling up your schedule, while he was off saving the world from who knows what. You never expected him to be this vulnerable, so concerned for the status of your friendship, the abandonment too. You wonder if Christine has anything to do with contributing to his sort of behavior this way. Surely not, but part of you hopes it does. Thinking about anything else to relieve yourself of this torment would be beneficial, but truthfully, you’re just as lonely as him.

You hated all those nights coming home to an empty bed. Stephen hated waking up without someone in his arms, to help ease his burdens and be there for him. That’s what you were, what you’d slowly become to him. His rock, someone he could trust but you’d somehow slowly begun slipping away and he didn’t know what to do. Now here you were in front of him, his beacon and he braces himself for the light he knows is slipping away. He’s not expecting you gently cupping his face in your hands, brushing away those loose strands of hair that always tickle his forehead.

“I’m sorry, Stephen.” Your voice is soft, his heartbeat almost drowning out your words. He swallows, eyes meeting yours, his hands shaking for a moment before they rest carefully, almost unsure on your hips.

“We have a lot to figure out,” he manages to say, the Cloak drawing you closer to him. “But we need to work through this together, figure it out. I don’t know if I can come home to an empty bed much longer.”

The solemn confession makes your eyes watery and you draw him closer, pecking his cheek. “I don’t think I can either, but you’re worth it in the end, Stephen even though we’re both assholes with inflated egos.”

The broken laugh that parts from his lips sends electricity fluttering through you, making you feel a semblance of peace, a bit more freer and alive. You’d both overcome many things in your lives, but fighting for each other, choosing to fight for each other was something you were willing to do for eternity.

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sleeplyparks · 5 months

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First fic on this account, let’s go!!! This is just a silly story where Jeff & Sally r literally siblings guys. You don’t understand, look at them. I’m going insane.

Word Count — 1,511

Date — 2023-11-19

Note — this FIC does not include any romance at all, only platonic relationships are shown.

Scattered Drawings

The kid was weird, Jeff had decided that weeks ago when she had first came to the mansion. She had kept quiet, which was fine at first, then she started to follow him around the mansion like a lost dog.

“You have a shadow,” Tim comments from the sidelines, and Jeff has to bite back a remark. He knows he does, the little shit had been following him all morning! Everywhere he went, he had spotted a pink dress in the corner of his eye, and stare of two dull green eyes.

“Thanks, captian obvious.” He mutters, ignoring the look from Tim, and he most definitely refused to knowledge the sound of floor boards creaking just a couple inches away from him, instead prompting to grab some food from the cabinets.

Tim leaves the kitchen, meaning that Jeff is alone with the kid. He can feel her stare from be-hide him, he lets out a groan, turning around. “Fuck do you want?” He asks, tried and done of being trailed after.

She doesn’t answer, the only thing she does is bounce on her heels.

He frowns, looking the girl over— and really he should probably learn her name. “Can you talk?” He tries again, she just stares ahead with that creepy expression— he looks at her, slightly unnerved.

“Okkay then, do you want toast?” He questions, turning around to grab some bread from the cabinet, “can you even eat bread?”

He glances at her. She says nothing.

“You’re getting bread then,” He decides for her, passing the piece of probably stale bread at the girl. She looks at it, and for a second he thinks he has to ask if she knows what bread even is— but she smiles. “You gonn’ eat it?” She doesn’t answer.

Fuck, children we’re weird.

—

The next day, unpredictability, she follows him to breakfast. Eyeless Jack is at the dining table, and moves his head towards the sounds of him walking— his mask is slightly lifted to expose his mouth.

“Jeffery, you’re up early.” The demon comments, and jeff has to hold back a scoff because he was— its eight am, usually he wouldn’t wake till the hours passed noon, but a certain little shit had woken him up by walking into his room.

The same little shit that is currently following after him.

“Fuck you, man. You’re not the only one who can wake up early.” He says, sliding into a seat across from Jack. The other just raises an eyebrow, before frowning. “There’s another presence?” Fuck, Jeff was gonna punch him in the face. Who even says presence anymore? “Yeah’, the kid the big man picked up.” He says, but gets caught off guard by a tug on his sweater. He glances down, and dirty little fingers are gripping at the back of his hoodie.

He looks back at Jack— and yeah, well. He’s a bit of a unsettling dude to watch eat, especially when the thing he’s eating is quite literally a human limb. Sometimes, he forgets how desensitized most people in the mansion are to well… everything.

He looks at the girl, who seems to be worried— or scared? Fuck, he doesn’t know, but for some reason he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like seeing her.. being like that.

Before Jack can get a word in, he stands up, pushing his chair out from the table. “Well, nice chatting, jackie, but I gotta go.” He ignores how the girls hand is on the sleeve of his sweater now, following after him as he leaves the dining room.

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Natalie, because of course it’s Natalie, who brings it up one day when they were trailing the forest.

“The new kid seems to like you.” She states, it’s not a question.

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Yeah, the fucker can’t seem to go a step away from me.” He was surprised when she hadn’t shown up to follow him on patrol, some part of him was worried. He ignored that. Natalie laughs, it’s sharp, ugly, but it’s Natalie, so it’s fine.

“Stuck to you like glue.” She laughs, he huffs.

“Hopefully she latches off, man. Maybe she’ll go to Jane or somethin’, give me a break.”

“Oh c’mon, I thought you would’ve liked the fact that she follows you around.”

“What?”

“‘Cause of your big ass ego, bigger than your forehead.” She snarks, and his eyes snap towards her, “I will stab you. I will stab you so good.” He narrows his eyes.

“Nah, I’m one of the only Proxies you like, you wouldn’t.” Natalie teases, it’s light hearted, but true. He bites his tongue. “Fuck you.” He says instead.

—

He comes back from patrol, and there’s blood on his pants and sweater. Some loser adults we’re trailing the woods, trying to hunt down something. He walks into his room, welcomed in by his usual mess of a bed and floor— changes clothes, but before he can lay in bed he spots a paper on his covers.

It’s, well. It’s a drawing, not a well crafted one, by any means— but it’s a drawing for him, with two stick figures, a girl with a triangle pink dress and a more taller stick figure with black scribbles for hair and a red mess for a hoodie.

In the corner, the very top corner, there’s a little name scribbled in hot pink crayon— the name Sally, with a little heart.

Oh. The girls name was sally.

Without a second thought, he gently— more gently than he has ever held something before, puts the drawing on his wall with some loose tape he had found from his drawer.

—

Unlike the past week, he doesn’t get woken up early. Instead, he wakes up at two in the afternoon— he can hear footsteps from downstairs, and mumbled talking as well.

He has an urge to roll over and go back to sleep, but he doesn’t. Instead he sluggishly throws on a white tank and some pants he had found on his floor— before heading downstairs.

He was halfway down the stairs when he realized there wasn’t any footsteps from be-hide him. He turns his head, and the girl— Sally, isn’t there. He shakes his head, and goes down to the kitchen, where Brian seems to be one second away from dying while Ben talks his ear off.

He goes through breakfast, has a slight chat with Brian about the bitch ass that is Masky, but Sally never comes around.

“Have you seen the kid?” He questions Ben, who seems to be more interested in getting to the next level on his video game, or whatever. “Uh, the little girl? Short brunette?” He nods, cause who the fuck else would he be talking about? “Nah, haven’t seen her.” He says, back to his game.

“Thanks, Ben.” He says, dryly, ignoring the chippy “you’re welcome!” he gets in return.

Because he’s dumb, it takes him fifteen minutes to realize that she’s probably in her room— the room that was originally a spare office, until the operator came back from a child. On the door, there’s a sign that has a very badly drawn stuffed bear with the name Sally next to it.

He knocks on the door, and there’s some movement, but no talking— he’s not really sure if the girl can talk, so he opens the door. Sally is sitting on the floor, papers scattered everywhere with crayons of all colours next to them. There’s some stuffed animals too.

She looks at him. He sits down, watching as she goes back to drawing her pictures.

“I got the drawing you gave me,” he starts, “I really like how you drew my.. well, everything. You’re quite good.” He.. he doesn’t know why he is complimenting her, he would be caught dead rather than give praise to another person. But, she was, she is different some how. Smaller? Younger? Innocent? He doesn’t know. He swallows hard in his throat.

He looks at the other drawings, there’s some of animals— but there’s another of a messily done mansion, and a couple stick figures, one he can pick out is him, of all people once again in the drawing. “Didn’t see you this morning, get bored of following me?” He teases, but it’s light hearted, he doesn’t except an answer but—

“It was loud.” She says quietly, and he’s taken back by how quiet her voice is— how rough it sounds like she’s been screaming for hours at a time and lost it on the way. He looks at her, “downstairs?” He asks, “it was loud, downstairs?”

She doesn’t answer, instead just shrugging before scribbling on paper.

“Well, Sal.” He starts, ignoring the quick look she gives him at the name, “If you don’t want to hang around those jackasses downstairs, my rooms always open. I have some cool shit in there, too.” He says, “I can teach you on how to throw a knife or some shit.” Jeff shrugs, but she smiles at the words.

He doesn’t know why he feels proud because of that.

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outer-andromeda · 1 year

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Also I realized I haven't made a proper post about Beetlejuice closing on Broadway. And it HAS been like-

*checks computer's calendar*

Almost four weeks since their last show in the Marquis (oh god already!?). So uh- let's do that. Never too late to be emotional amiright.

Long post ahead. Feel free to read if you're up to it. Just a bunch of rambling and venting about the show and more. ✨

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Let's start with the beginning.

I'm not gonna lie, the first time I ever heard one of the songs was from a Tiktok video. A cosplay video. With "The Whole Being Dead Thing P. 2" playing. I had no idea the song came from a musical at the time but I remember enjoying it a lot, to the point of leaving the video on loop simply to listen to the beginning bit of the song over and over again. I had no idea where to look for it and didn't try to look for it either so I kind of forgot about it eventually.

Then October 2020 came around the corner. Halloween was approaching. And Mads mentioned Beetlejuice the Musical to me. I was sort of drifting along different fandoms at the time while also trying to figure out myself and do as well as I could in school after the first lockdown... So uh- strange and unusual times indeed. 😭

I wasn't sure what I was getting into. But then I checked Shnikkles's animatic of "Invisible (Reprise) / Say My Name" on YouTube. (I always loved this artist for their work on Steven Universe so I was still following what they were doing on socials.)

And in THAT FUCKING MOMENT. That's when the brainrot began.

And also my embarrassing simping phase for Alex Brightman which turned out to be admiration for the guy... And a lot of gender envy. But but we ain't gonna be talking about that.

After that moment, I started listening to the whole cast recording. FINALLY recognizing the song I had heard months ago on that freaking cosplay video. And then I started drawing the man. After Halloween, both me and Mads made BJsonas based on our Beetlejuice costumes... Which turned out to become, with time and a lot of character and design changes, the Veda and Zeta you know and (hopefully) love.

Then I suggested both girls meeting Beej. Which then turned into an AU. Which then became the Sequel Musical project/concept and which inspired the human AU.

The human AU (later renamed the Feral Fam AU, then the Lawrence AU in current days) was mostly made for comfort. We turned Beej into an anxious, grumpy, touch-starved cuddley guy with strong paternal instincts who was incredibly sweet and soft for the girls but who was in deep denial.

... Which... To be honest, is sorta still the case. 😭 But now the story is a lot more flushed out and has depth and work into it. And Mads and I both love how much the way we portray the guy has changed over the months. We love that he's more than what I described. That he's still a comfort character but he's also still Beej. He still has flaws and he's still an asshole but he's slowly developing into something more as the story keeps going.

(And we love character development in this household heheh >:D)

And thanks to that, Beej became a very important comfort character to me. Beetlejuice the Musical came at a time where things were getting confusing and rough. Where choices had to be made. Where changes were supposed to occur. Where something was ending and I had to move on to something else; in this case, moving on from high school and being a teen, and going to college and learning how to be an adult.

I still feel like a teen. I'm not that good at adulting. But I've matured. I've went through shit, shit that's affected me deeply. But despite everything, I'm still here. And that musical was there every step of the way. The story, the characters, the cast... They unconsciously played a big part in my life and I'll never be too thankful.

I've got to meet new people, try different things, discover new incredible artists that I still follow and admire to this day, some that I can proudly call my friends. It helped me get closer to my partner and finally start dating her (almost 2 years and still going babeyyy).

I've got to be part of an incredible, deeply loving community and I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. I like to think the Beetlejuice fandom feels like another home now. I'm not well known within this fandom. Or atleast I don't think I am. I tend to draw more of the human guy than the bug beverage man himself which isn't something everyone is interested in. But still. I feel at peace here.

And I'm so so grateful I got to discover this musical. So so grateful I got to get close to so many people. So so grateful I got to experience the show before it closed. I am absolutely aware of how lucky I was to get to see it not once, but twice in a row. And the LAST DAMN SHOW.

It was a dream come true. It was the momentum I needed before the Broadway run ended. The ending I needed. I'm still sad it closed, I'll always miss the cast and crew videos of Alex and Elizabeth's bows, Kerry's lipbalm taste testing, backstage videos of the actors just being complete dumbasses and having so much fun...

I'll just miss the Broadway cast and crew so much. It doesn't feel the same without them, even with the Tour going on. It feels like a whole different show when it's the same story (with necessary changes), the same songs, the same characters... But the general vibe isn't the same.

I've been relistening to the cast recording a lot now. Appreciating every song instead of just a few ones. Delia quickly became one of my favorite after seeing the last show (If you know, you know. Leslie fucking KILLED it that night). If anything, every character became my favorite. I started loving them all a lot more than before. Understanding them more than ever. Even Beetlejuice himself, although he's the character I've focused on the most for the past two years. I finally feel like I now have a good grasp on his character, something I've always had trouble with for a long time.

So uh... Boy. This is getting long. Long story short... Thank you. Thank you Beetlejuice the Musical. Thank you to the cast, thank you to the crew. Thank you to the wonderful people I got to meet. Thank you to the friends I got to make. Thank you to my dearest partner. This musical has a very special place in my heart now thanks to all of you.

Hey guys? Love you guys. 💚🖤💚🖤💚

As for BJ content? Well... You can bet your asses I ain't fucking done drawing this man. He's gonna be sticking around for a veeeery long time.

#ramble #vent #goodbye beetlejuice on broadway #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #bjtmtmtm #beetlejuice broadway #my art #doodle #OH GOD THAT WAS LONG #I'm not good at emotional but I hope this is good enough #I haven't cried as much as I thought I would #But I very much miss the Broadway run so so much #I still have a hard time realizing it's gone now

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nothing came after (oc x shua /p)

fair warnings: i have no idea how exactly their dorms work or how they're exactly situated. i'm just braining. also i'm just kinda tired!! i was writing the second bit with josh when almosgt 1am hit hhh im gonna assume that near future weiss is just gonna edit the text formatting and higt post. so no, it's not gonna be proofread whatsoever. if i butcher your fave please criticize me godbless

i thought of it and fell asleep to it methinks. shua making bead bracelets and garam making yarn bracelets. then i woke up at 4pm and started writing

choi 'river' garam, helios, you know the guy. it'd been a week since it was announced that he was on hiatus, everybody knew that. garam needed emotional support every now and then, everybody also knew that.

but nobody really knows who he'll go to next. two days earlier, woozi was approached and the two had made some joke song together. just as a break from 'all the serious stuff' (helios' words, not mine). the other day, he was texting jun about the cats he'd seen on his most recent walk, comparing the older to the stray felines. and literally a few hours ago, he'd gone to dino's room to leave him a stuffed animal that he decided not to keep; it was a buy one take one deal. and dino was one of his favorite people out of seventeen others.

... haha, seventee- anyway. that's a lot of emotional support.

(it's what i want, personally.)

now garam had been staying in his room for the time being, having gone right back after giving dino that plushie and a hug. a bit of work was being done, non-idol work at least, and it involved a bit of handcrafting and drawing a few blanks. ("... i think i did this step wrong- fuck, i need to do it again.") yeah, the guy had been at this for a few hours just because 'he could and nobody could stop him', at least from what the ravenette had said in the groupchat.

at least he'd managed to make two of these mysterious things, because that was all it took before he got up from the floor of his room, and walked out the door. there was a faint smile present on the man's face, and it stayed on his way to one of the rooms on his floor. sixth one.

garam wordlessly approached a door, hung something on the doorknob, before sticking a note next to it. and like nothing happened, he was making his way back to the room he once sat in for hours that day. there was a little hum as he did, wringing his hands or wiping them on the fabric of his pants despite the lack of things to wipe off.

"hopefully that can make up for my spotty pop-ups," murmured the guy with eyes looking down at tiled floors like it was artwork. "... i'm sure he won't mind another one to add to the collection." his thoughts were barely above a whisper, tumbling from his lips like beads out of a box. which was funny, but not where he was exactly thinking, furrowing his brows. "he likes that kind of stuff. right-"

when he stopped himself, garam found that he'd been pacing around. he also found that he'd stopped in front of the first door he'd visited. unable to help how blue-grey hues bored into the wood, the ravenette thought for a few seconds. a moment. then he knocked thrice like he always did. "shushua!" then he ran like hell to his own room and hid.

what a kid.

joshua wasn't doing much, just watching the weather pass by while music played through his phone. mans just didn't know what to exactly do today, but did know that he'd be taking it easy, enjoying the tunes with light nods to its beats. at every song with guitar, his fingers found themselves holding an invisible instrument and placing themselves on a fretboard. just a fun little thing.

then he heard the knock at the door, and the sound of garam (who he honestly thought was fucking asleep) calling his name. the blond turned his head, blinking once. and then twice as he stood up to see why the younger could be asking for him. maybe shushua would be the one to hang out with the guy, after being cooped up in his room for so long.

"... what the-?" joshua heard a door close in the distance when he poked his head out, looking around and about. it was even weirder when he saw that it was garam's damn door. "garam?" called out the older, just to see if he'd respond.

...

nothing came after.

just when he was about to go back inside, he saw a note on his door, prompting the raise of a brow. "what are you up to this time...?" because notes either meant sweet message or a wild goose chase he'd fallen victim to. so plucking it off the wood, he read through the english letters written on there with pencil.

'shushua :) i know you like bracellets bracelets but i physically can't like. handle beads bc i will lose them and i still need to get new ones for you (yes im the one who took it BUT I JUST WANTED TO TRY AND MAKE ONE. NOT LOSE BEADS) im so sorry bro. im looking for one rn as ur reading this <3

so i js mde one out of yarn. i asked my sister to help me. we can match with the rest of the guys once i finish the rest of them. sorry if i scared u lol

- the sunday night to ur sunday morning'

he blinked before looking to the doorknob. the bracelet was adjustable and had a nice strawberry color palette, which lead shua to assume that garam's was the opposite with blue instead of red. yeah, with how the note ended, they really were night and day. opposites yet clicked like puzzle pieces. unable to help the way he beamed, the bracelet was taken and put around his wrist.

the ravenette stared blankly at his ceiling, gazing at the green stars scattered across it like a sky outside. maybe one day he can ask somebody to look at the real night sky with him. lie on the grass, say that the sky looks pretty while looking at anywhere else but the stars.

then again, the stars had always been his company.

...

nothing came after.

#selenicives.chr ✶#moonlit tracts ✶#impulse writing!!!#m.t ; fallin' flower #seventeen 14th member au #oc #choigaram.chr (oc)#hong jisoo #joshua hong #svt imagines #svt scenarios #posted on 6/20 at 01:31am. christ

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