#if anyone is out there could u please reassure me that it’s just my anxiety speaking 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
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HELLO guys i want to come back here but i feel like i missed too much and i’m overwhelmed 😭😭😭😭
#if anyone is out there could u please reassure me that it’s just my anxiety speaking 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲#sos#shaye.txt
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EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐
summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.
wc. 4.5k+
warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+
note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe
bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.
that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do.
you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole.
those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry.
and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy.
and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore.
which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day.
on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you.
he usually does, at least.
what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.
and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half.
he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”
you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying.
“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”
he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor.
he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”
you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.
“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time.
you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”
he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds. “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”
you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears.
you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”
“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”
you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”
he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?”
you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”
“like?” he frowns, pressing further.
you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”
truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.
but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you.
“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”
you nod, sniffling, “i know.”
his smile grows, “and?...”
your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”
“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”
you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”
“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”
the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.
i love my pretty girl.
my pretty girl.
your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.
so you take matters into your own hands.
you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly.
his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.
the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.
but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.
you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin.
you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.
and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long.
it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness.
“please,” you whisper, sniffling again.
he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room.
he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground.
“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”
his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments.
you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you.
he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth–
and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough.
it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body.
“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”
he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you.
and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you.
“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.
“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”
but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him.
“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out.
“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.
he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.”
you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.
his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”
you nod again, “yes, gyu.”
he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in.
your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand.
you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself.
the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”
you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–
and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.
you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu.
“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt.
fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?”
“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”
“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?”
you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.
“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest.
it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care.
he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed.
your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy.
“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly.
he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over.
you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.
and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.
he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained.
mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.
he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?”
when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full.
he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping.
an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing…
he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure.
“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”
you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things.
you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”
you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently.
“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.
a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.
he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.
when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,”
he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you.
he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction.
he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last.
his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face.
“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”
he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”
“for taking care of me.”
mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been.
it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours.
and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin.
he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.
“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”
he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add.
you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s.
he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt.
“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”
his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you.
“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”
the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”
he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat.
he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm.
“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”
your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”
“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.
he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.
“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”
“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest.
“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”
“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.”
he chuckles, “i don’t,”
“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.
mingyu smiles widely. happily.
“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.”
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Yo. Prompt for Dogday
Y/N and Dogday were in love before he was turned into Dogday. (Kinda like the Rich Dogday x reader fic but not fully) this is before the hour of joy. Y/N was busy at home when all of a sudden a massive dog mascot comes into the house. Finding out that is her parted, they now have to get used to the new life(Sleeping in bed, going on outings, etc). They still madly in love, like a constant honeymoon phase-ish. This just looks weird going on dates and stuff.
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Yo yo! Of course I can do that!
Trigger warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, very short but still
Requested by: anonymous
Romantic/platonic?: romantic
Category: reuniting fluff + a sprinkle of angst
Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader
Word count: 688
Second Chances
The house had been empty since Rich left, leaving his spouse behind. You mourned and craved for his return and still, never moved on. You kept your wedding band on and kept his belongings in the very place he had left them, not daring to see anyone else since you were still devoted to him.
You were busy dicing onions up for dinner, making spaghetti which was one of Rich’s favorite dishes made by your loving hands. But he wasn't here to enjoy it anymore, and all you could taste when you ate it was his memory. You drowned your thoughts out with music the two of you mutually loved, listening to We’ll Meet Again as you moved onto cutting up olives.
You hadn't even heard the front door open, not heard the clicking of it shutting and the heavy yet quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. You glanced up at the window above the sink and saw your reflection, and the glimpse of some.. creature. Your eyes immediately shot wide open as you turned around in a flash and clutched the knife you had been using dearly, breathing heavily as you gulped. What even was that thing?
“Get.. get out of my house!” You managed to choke out through your lungs threatening to collapse in on you, your mind going through fight or flight. Your knuckles turned white as you clutched onto your blade and your eyes so wide that they threatened to pop out of your skull. The big orange creature slowly approached, being cautious as it spoke. “Dear-”
it tried to speak softly, trying to reassure you in some way that you didn't understand. You looked around, looking for any way to get to the home phone quickly and get this thing out. You tried to dash off into the other room, not thinking clearly as your brain felt like an over inflated balloon. The monstrous dog-like thing quickly grabbed your arm and tried to pull you close.
“(Y/n)! Please listen, darling, Angel, it's me-” it tried to say, saddened by your wide eyes and the sight of your chest picking up in speed. You didn't listen and quickly used the knife in your hand to slash his arm, causing a loud yelp to erupt from it and it to immediately cradle his arm as you ran and stumbled. You were trying to quickly call for 911 or anyone, hands shaking but you let out a choked sob when the creature carefully dragged you away from the phone and had your arms crossed over your chest, holding you close to it.
“Shh.. shh.. please, please calm down. Darling, darling it's me.. it's Rich please..” he pleaded softly, watching as you shook your head through tears and tried to squirm out of his grasp. He carefully rocked you against him and let out a shaky sigh. “Angel.. it's me.. it's just me. I'm home.” He whispered softly into your ear, tears wettening the fur on his face but not as badly compared to your face that was drowning in tears. You dry heaved a bit, gulping down the threat of throwing up from such anxiety. You didn't believe it.. it sounded like Rich, it talked with Rich, but it didn't look like Rich.
After calming you down, the large canine say with you and held your hands throughout the entire conversation - rubbing his thumbs against your palms comfortingly as he explained everything. You broke down into further sobs and flung yourself at him, crying into his chest. He rubbed your back and peppered you in kisses, humming softly to the song you two listened to on your first date in a little restaurant to ease your anxiety.
Things finally went back to how they once were, the house back to being a happy home despite the pain that echoed through it's walls despite silence for so long. The married couple happily going through each day like it was their honeymoon again, loving each other despite well.. the odd circumstances. The couple happily asleep in their bed just like they were before.
Things were finally okay again.
Thank you for requesting!
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Don't worry, I'm here (TWST FLUFF)
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x M!reader
Warnings: panic attack
Word count: 474
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Lilia knew that Y/N suffered from anxiety, but he had never seen him have a panic attack. He thanked his lucky stars that he hadn’t. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle seeing his beloved in that state of distress. Though, he should have known that good things like that don’t last forever.
He was walking to the mirrors after school so that he could get to Diasomnia when he stumbled upon an almost horrifying sight. Y/N was standing not too far away, having a panic attack. He saw another person hurrying away, possibly the one who had caused it. An Octavinelle student by the color of the arm band. He’d have to have a talk with Azul later, but for now he had to help Y/N.
He had never calmed anyone from a panic attack, but he just leapt into action anyway. He had to do something. It broke his heart to see his boyfriend like this. He gently grabbed his hands first, having heard that some people dug at his skin during panic attacks.
“It’s okay, dear,” he said softly, releasing his hands to gently wrap his arms around him, “I’m here. I’ll help you through this.” The fae expected his partner to shove him away as he read that some people don’t like to be touched during times like this, but Y/N surprised him by clinging to him.
"I’m sorry you had to see me like this…” the human sobbed into his shoulder. He was shaking like a leaf and hyperventilating. He really needed to calm him down before he passed out.
“It’s fine,” he reassured him, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. One of his hands gently rubbed Y/N's back, “Let’s get you to your dorm so you can rest for the day.”
Y/N’s grip tightened on Lilia as he shook his head, “Can we go to your room instead please? I just want to be with you today. You make me feel safe...” he looked up at the fae nervously, “U-Unless I’d just be in the way… I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
“Nonsense!” The fae exclaimed happily, “I would love to let you rest in my room. We could even play video games if it’ll make you feel better.”
Y/N smiled and nodded, “I would really like that.” he said, “I just have to get a message to Grim so he’s not worried when I don’t return to the dorm.”
“Lilia smiled, “I’ll get Sebek to give him the message. I don’t want my darling to be walking all over the campus in this state. Let’s just focus on getting you to Diasomnia so we can both relax.”
Y/N nodded and followed his little fae through the mirror to his dorm. He knew he was safe with Lilia, so that brought him a little comfort.
#fluffy worm#twisted wonderland#twst fanfic#mxm romance#male reader#twst x male reader#x male reader#lilia x male reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#twst fluff
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Okay so— feel free to ignore but I need to talk about this with someone and know if I'm alone or not.
I HATE most fics where the reader has anxiety, maybe is anxious that the partner is getting tired of them, or cheating or them or anything along those lines, and the only thing that the partner does to make up and """"reassure""""???? the reader is with sex.
Now, I want to specify; I have NOTHING against who write these, I have nothing against who likes and these, and damn, sometimes I also find myself liking them.
But some are just so... I don't know how to put it into words. Like, where is the comfort? Frankly, eating out the reader's feminine area or fucking them senseless does not ease the paranoia or erase the problem at the beginning of the fic.
Most of these I found are: The reader is anxious. The reader talks with the partner, the partner understands (sometimes after an argument), and decides that for showing that they love the reader they have to fuck them, make love with them, depends on the way the sex is written ig lol.
And that's it! Where's the reassurance? Where are the kind, soft demonstrations that are not carnal desire that could actually ease the reader's anxiousness??
I am an anxious person if you can't tell LIKE LMAO YOU CAN NOTICE SO WELL AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE WRITTEN BYE, so when fics like this happen I kinda a lil bit gets frustrated (I repeat nothing against who likes/writes this).
And no, I don't mean aftercare; I don't mean after sex a softy partner who cleans them up, showers with them, brings them to bed and cuddle to sleep. This may be enough for a normal person, but an anxious person does NOT work like this.
Now, please don't come at me pls pls I don't want anyone to write in the way I desire or feel judged because honestly I appreciate most writings and most of these stories I stumbled upon are written BEAUTIFULLY, HEAVENLY. It's just something that gets me a lil frustrated.
Idk, hope this won't come off as mean, or rude, or anything.
Have a great day/night, DON'T FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, eat healthy and drink water! Okay so— feel free to ignore this but I need to talk about this with someone and know if I'm alone or not.
NONNIE !! NO I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND WHA U MEAN !! i dont read smut n i usually just delete asks that hafta do w it BUT OMGGGGGG THIS ACTUALLY ANNOYS ME SM
LIKE I HAVE ANXIETY AND IK IF IM FEELING ANXIOUS ABOUT ANYTHING GUYS FUCKING IS NOT GONNA FIX IT FRANKLY I'D FEEL EVEN MORE ANXIOUS (especially bc i have sexual trauma) LIKE I'D THINK U ONLY WANT ME FOR MY BODY NOT THAT U ACTUALLY LOVE ME NBVJKWFNVWEKJGVNJN like im sorry but it wouldnt fix the problem (at least for me) and im not gonna come after u bc i understand completely wha u mean !! personally while i dont read or write it i think smut can be a way to show that strong connection w someone BUT ISTGGGGGG THESE PPL WHO WRITE THESE FICS USUALLY DONT HAVE ANXIETY actually most fics where the reader is insecure or anxious, whether sfw or nsfw, usually does it rlly badly and im saying this as a person w diagnosed anxiety qwq
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If u get around to it (and want to of course) I could really use some Julian comforting MC who is struggling with depression and self-hate. I think he understands it the best
I completely understand that. I'm so sorry you’re going through that right no, hun. If you need someone to talk to, please feel free to reach out okay? I hope this helps in the meant time.
Warnings: Talk of self-hate, depression, and anxiety; comfort/fluff, reassurance, coping mechanisms
Julian Comforting MC:
“MC?” Julian asked cautiously as he knocked at the bedroom door. He hadn’t seen you in a few hours and wanted to check in. Beyond the door he had heard sniffling, adding to his worry. He waited a moment to no response. “MC.. May I come in..?” This time you answered softly. “Y-yeah.” He opened the door slowly to find you curled up on the edge of the bed, arms and legs tucked in close to your torso. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what was going on. Clumsily he climbed his way onto the bed to sit next to you making sure to keep enough distance in case you wanted it. “Having a bad day, my darling?” You nodded, attempting to hold back tears. His hand reached up to your back, carefully rubbing circles across your spine and shoulders. “I’m sorry, everything is just.. so much. I feel like I’m fine and then it just hits me all at once. How incapable I feel, how I don’t feel like enough for anyone of anything. I just don’t.. like me and I don’t know how to make it stop. It all just gets too heavy and feels like it’s going to crush the life out of me.” Tears began to fall as you finished, cool fingers wiping them from your cheeks before curling under your chin. Julian gently guided you to look at him. He smiled warmly though his own eyes glistened. “If it’s too heavy, it’s okay to ask for help caring it. You don’t have to take the brunt of all this on your own, MC. You’re allowed to ask for help. I know those thoughts will tell you otherwise but I don’t want you to doubt that you do have people who care about you and love you. I know it’s not as simple as that, easier said than done. But take it from me.. it’s worth it. You deserve to be happy, darling. I know it doesn’t stop or help how you feel much at all but you are enough. I understand how it feels to not exactly like yourself.. It’s a very long journey, sometimes I find myself still stumbling but you helped me start on this road and are always there when I fall. I want to do the same for you, love.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb, tracing the indention of your slight smile line but your eyes still seem upset. “Here.” His body turns to face you on the bed as he holds out his hands, cupping them. “Do this for me, MC, just trust me.” Hesitantly you turn to face him and mirror his hands. He grins, “Okay now I know this sounds silly but I want you to think about everything that is bothering you and imagine your dumping it all into your hands. None of it should be left.” As odd as it sounds, you dredge up every last painful thought and ‘put it into your hands’ until you feel empty of them, your hands overflowing. Once you’re finished, he holds out his hands. “Okay, now give them here.” Chuckling, you ‘pour’ the contents of your hands into his. He mimes it getting heavier until you finish to cheer you up. Once his hands are full he proceeds to mime crushing the contents and compacting them into a small ball. “There we go. I’ll hold on to these for now so they don’t bother you. If any more come up, let me know so I can take those too.” He ‘pockets’ the ball and takes your hand. “I can’t promise you’ll feel better over night, MC, but I can promise I’ll be here for you through it. Anything you need.” You smile and squeeze his hand. “I could use a hug..” He gasps. “A hug, you say? Well!” He carefully, pulls you into his lap and holds you nice and snug. As you rest your head on his shoulder, he runs his fingers through your hair. “I know it doesn’t feel like it but everything will be okay, darling.” He continues to murmur reassurances to you as he holds you for a long while, as long as you need.
#the arcana#thearcanagame#julian the arcana#julian devorak#julian x reader#julian x mc#comfort fanfic#the arcana fanfic
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For the Follower event I would like todoroki + #7 ☺️
And this really isn’t a meme but I just love them so much so I thought you might as well!
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8v12cy9/
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8v12cgH/
"love together, be with you never" :: todoroki shouto
↻a/n:: omg the link u sent to me— its definitely what denki would do omggg and the OTHER ONE??? HE'S BEING CUTE IN THE WHOLE TIMEEE 🤧🤧 and fuck it seriouslyy i cried while writing this— i hope u cry in this one too ;-; WAIT I GOT CARRIED AWAY ON WRITING THIS—
↻pairing:: todoroki x fem!reader [pro-hero AU]
↻warnings:: angggst and a lil' fluff to lighten the mood but im not so sure if i call it fluff :))
↻wc:: 1.6k
↻prompt number:: 7
In life sometimes, lines were used to convey something. The sharp angular ones show anger. A soft wave line represents a calm sensation to it. In circular motions, shows fun and enthusiasm. A straight line? It represents “moving forward”, or sometimes it was represented as neutral. But at the same time, nobody knows the exact of it.
It hurts him. It hurts emotionally and mentally to witness this. He can't greet you while you give him a sweet smile just for him, giving him the same reason to fall in love with you all over again. Feeling the warmth of your hands, intertwining them onto his. Complementing his Heterochromia orbs as he admires your gaze on him. Your soft peppered kisses on his neck and face. The way you say his name is almost sounded like a small lullaby for him and only ears are the only ones who can hear.
Here, the bi-colored number 3 hero: shouto. Was standing in one of the rooms of the musutafu hospital. Gazing at his lover as she fights for her life inside the room while he was looking at you with an anxiety-feeling flowing to his entire body.
He can't blame anyone for what happened to you. No one at all.
"dada?"
He heard a familiar voice. He turned around to see his mother, and his only 5-year old daughter, Miyuki. He can't cry. Not in front of his daughter. He mustered up all the sadness away to meet his daughter.
Rei looked at his youngest son worriedly. It's been so long to seen his son being this sad again. Like when he was a kid, this is the exact expression he's been making as of now. "Shouto...", she started. “you should take a rest in your home dear.. you look tired..”, she added.
He shook his head in disapproval. “no, it’s okay mother, y/n needs me here. Please, look after miyuki.”, he insisted. Miyuki herself knows the situation. She’s a smart girl. She was hesitating to say something to her father. “uhm.. dada? you should take a rest...mama, she.. she wants you too to take a rest.”, she shyly said.
Shouto kneeled and held miyuki’s hand. “dada’s going to be okay, don’t worry about me. Dada’s strong remember?”, he tried to reassure his daughter. Miyuki shook her head. “dada, take..a rest p-please...”, she said, almost tearing up. Shouto hugged his daughter. “sorry for making you worry angel.”, he apologized.
“but dada, promise me you’ll take a rest okay?”, miyuki said then sniffed. Shouto looked at his mother beside them. She gave him a nod that he should take a small rest. “you two should go home, for now, I’ll be watching over her, fuyumi will arrive here soon.”, rei said.
"Thank you mother.", he thank his mother and held miyuki's hand.
"No, this...is nothing shouto, y/n is my daughter too. This is what I could do at least for her as of now. Your father is trying his best on looking for the best doctors too..", rei replied. She caressed miyuki's head for a short while. "Come on angel. Grandma will look out for mama okay?", he said and then they both left at the hospital.
Rei looked at your unconscious figure.
"y/n.. hang in there.."
After shouto and miyuki got home, he immediately made dinner for the both of them. What he didn't knew that out of his thoughts, he prepared a good for three person dinner.
"eh? You cooked dinner? Are you sick? did a weird quirk got you?"
His movement stopped as he remembered the first time he made dinner for both of you 6 years ago. He was never been that happy since then. He laid down the plates this time, he placed two instead of three. After that, he went to the living room where miyuki sat down.
Miyuki was not here.
In his instinct, he rushed to the garden. Hoping she was there, watching her pet rabbit for the meantime. But she's not here either. He then rushed to her room. Before he reached his daughter's room, he could hear soft whimpers coming from the door and finally she was there, laying don on her bed facing away from the door and curling herself like a small ball.
Shouto went inside and sat down on her single sized bed. "dada...w-will mommy be okay?", she weakly asked her father. He looked again at miyuki to see her holding a beige cardigan that belongs to you.
"mama will be better i promise, she's strong after all.", he comforted her. But in reality, he, himself doesn't know it at all. It's not that he's doubting you but to look at in reality, you were fighting so hard.
"Do you really meant it dada?", she asked once again.
He patted her head and gave a a warm smile. "Dada means it angel. Come on, mama and dada would appreciate of you will eat for today's dinner."
Now that miyuki is now asleep, he decided to get some sleep since it’s been roughly 2 weeks of him, getting lack of sleep. But he couldn’t feel the sleepiness. He felt like something is missing. You.
The space that you usually occupied on the bed that you and shouto shared feels cold and empty now. Those sweet moments you both shared in the same room. Be it be intimate and not. And your sleepy voice whenever you say your ‘good nights’ on him.He didn’t realize that he already shed a tear that has already flown to his chin. He shifted his head on the nightstand to see the time.
‘1:07 a.m’ it says.
In a sudden his phone rand. He jolted and got up to answer the call. His nervousness became much worse when he sees the name ID. He answered it immediately.
‘s-shouto! y/n is- please come here!’, his mother cried on the line.
‘i already called natsuo to watch over miyuki, come here please.’
“i’m coming there. wait for me.”, he replied. In an instant, he rushed to the doors downstairs. and he didn’t bother to use the car anymore. He used his quirk to fasten his speed. As soon as he reached the hospital, he quickly went to your room. He didn’t saw his mother from the outside, his nervousness got worsen when he saw doctors and nurses surrounding the bed.
When the door opened, the doctors looked at behind. He went near to the bed. the doctors and nurses gave a way to let him see you opening your eyes. His eyes widened to see you conscious again but your eyes are quite weak.
“shouto..”, you called. The doctors and nurses left the room leaving rei standing beside you. Rei caressed your head for the last time. "I'll be leaving you with shouto now okay?", she smiled as she wiped the tears on her eyes. The door closed, leaving you and him alone.
You gestured your hands implying that you wanted ti hold his hands. He held yours and gave you a kiss on the lips and a soft hug. "God, i missed you, love.", he started. "me too, sho. Me too.", you replied.
"how was miyuki been lately?", you asked.
"Angel is been sad lately, you know what i mean. And besides to her health, she's perfectly fine.", he replied. "I see, you better take care of her. Promise me that sho."
"Come love, don't say things like that.", his voice was trembling quite a bit.
"Sho, there's no way i'm getting out of here alive..."
A tear flowed from shotou's eye.
"The doctors told me earlier. It's inevitable. It's hetting worse than i imagined.. but, thank you... and i love you sho. Remember that.", you softly said with a soft smile plastered on your face. "i already accepted my fate sho, but i'm happy that i got meet you— marry you even. You gave me miyuki. You gave the world for me. I- I'm really thankful for you.. i wish i could've give you more.."
The sounds of the heartbeat monitor was getting weaker as you speak. Shouto couldn't say even a last word.
You weakly raised your hand to wipe his tears falling from his eyes. "I love you shouto todoroki. Ans shhh... don't cry... i hate seeing you cry... you've been through a lot.. i don't want to be the reason for your sadness.. not ever... smile for me, okay?"
"y/n! please.. please... don't leave me..", he cried.
"Kiss me. For the last time.", you asked.
He looked at you smiling. Not showing any sadness. Maybe you really did accepted your own fate. A soft and and gentle hand held on you face as shouto tilted his head and closed both the gap between you two.
The kiss was soft, shouto could say things the way he wanted to but instead, by kissing you, you will know what he was feeling. The kiss lasted for a quite while. He then kissed your forehead for the last time.
"Sho?"
"Yes, love?"
"I'm getting sleepy, sho.", you weakly said.
If you accepted your own fate, why not he? He helped you gently to lay back on the bed. Before you closed your eyes, you saw him for the last time.
He smiled.
"Good night, y/n. I love you.."
Right after he said that you, the heart monitor beeped. It was time. You were sleeping. Peacefully with a small smile on your unconscious face. You never regretted anything.
The moment he looked at the monitor, he couldn't help himself but to cry again.
"Who would've thought that a straight line could change everything?"
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#🍽.made with love#𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓!![🍰]#maia.300! 🎉#todoroki angst#bnha angst#mha angst#mha fanfiction#todoroki x you#todoroki x reader angst#mha shouto#mha shouto todoroki#todoroki shouto#bnha x reader#mha x reader#my hero academia#anime fanfic#todoroki shoto x reader
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hii can i request saebyeok or gi-hun helping the reader through a panic attack
thank u <3
She calms you from a Panic Attack.
Trigger warning: As the title suggests, this includes the reader having a panic attack.
Okay, I don’t know if anyone else has this issue, but every time I type “Sae-byeok”, I end up with saw-Byron or saw-book….. I spend more time checking the spelling of her name than I do writing!
Word Counter: 700
Sorry for the short amount written! It seemed that the more I added, the less sweet it became, so I tried to make it short and sweet! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request :’)
The world around you seemed to be swallowing you whole by the second. The sinking feeling just wouldn't go away, even as you stumbled up the steps towards Sae-byeok's apartment. The general stresses of life in South Korea had led to this moment where you felt like you had no breath left to take.
*BANGS ON THE DOOR*
"Sae, please let me in." you struggle out while feeling your legs buckle from beneath you. You almost collapse to the floor, but two strong arms grip you from either side with under hooks. You don't hear much outside of the buzzing that rings through your ears, but already you got the scent from someone you called your best friend.
She guided you inside to her tiny but cosy apartment and placed you on the couch by a small opened window. It was a place you were all too familiar with, but this acts as an ease for your panic-stricken body.
"Hey, hey. Y/N, what's the matter, love?" Sae-byeok questions with worry, but your breathing is out of control. You couldn't answer even if you wanted to.
She takes your face between her hands and attempts to get your trembling features to face her. Light salty track marks stain your cheeks as the tears begin to flow. She uses the pad of her thumb to wipe them away.
Your breathing-which was now out of control- stuttered, causing you to panic all the more.
"Hey, Y/N. Breathe with me, okay? Deep breath in and then out. Come on, love, do it with me." she softly speaks while keeping her eyes on you the entire time. She softly strokes your cheek and continues to do the actions with you.
“Close your eyes and listen to my voice, okay? Breathe in, hold it and then release. That’s it; you’re doing amazing, love.” Sae-byeok doesn’t stop the praise she gives you there. This continues for a while as she builds your confidence up with her positive energy.
Sae-byeok comforts you with softly spoken words and feather-light touches, which soon gets overtaken by a tight hug.
The sweet smell of her perfume fills your senses while you continue your deep breathing. The constant reassurances from Sae-byeok make your heart flutter. Her genuine interest in your welfare was never in question, but this only reinforced your first thought.
"Just keep focusing on your breathing for me; I'll be back in a second." she treads carefully while leaving your side. Almost instantly, you miss her presence; the warmth of her being provided a sense of security that no one else could provide, once again making your anxiety heighten.
This soon dissipates when Sae-byeok comes back to your side, holding a glass of water for your consumption. She strokes your back with one hand and places your head against her chest.
You can hear the steady beating of her heart from where your head is positioned. There is nothing greater, nothing more calming than the feeling right now. If this could be felt forever, you were sure it was the closest thing to heaven.
You close your eyes and enjoy the closeness for as long as it lasts, but eventually, she pulls away. Sae-byeok looks down at you and offers a smile, you can see that she has questions, but at the same time, her better nature tells her to give you the space and time you deserve.
Almost as if she reads your mind at this exact moment, she goes back to the previous position and allows you to bury your face into her sweatshirt.
“You’re safe now,” Sae-byeok whispers just loud enough for you to hear. And it was true. You felt safer here in her arms than you did anywhere else. The one person who would never judge you, the one person who always had your back no matter what. Sae-byeok was the only person that came to mind when your panic attack struck because you knew that she was the only person capable of calming you.
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Apex Legends - affection hcs <333
Yooo y'all, I'm sorry I've been absent for quite a looong time, BUT I've been busy and unfortunately I still am, so here I can offer You some hcs with our lovely legends to recompensate my inactivity :3
Mirage:
Soft. Softer. THE SOFTEST!!!
Mirage is the most touch-starved person You've ever seen, but how can You possibly mind? He is an angel <333
He may make an impression of a laid-back alvaro, but he's actually really anxious about what he can and can't do with You - You have to state Your boundaries clear.
After You do this, he is STILL unsure about everything and in need of constant reassurance if this is okay if he touches You like this or kisses like that, but that only adds to his cuteness.
Simple gestures are able to melt him completely, just cup his face and tell him You love him, kiss the tip of his nose, nuzzle against him, and he'll be all Yours, almost in tears.
He longs for such affection and reciprocates every single act of it; for instance, he adores hugging You from behind randomly and hide his face in the crook of Your neck to breathe in the smell of Yours and feel the velvet softness of Your skin.
His growth brushing against Your neck tickles You and hence causes You to giggle - listening to Your laugh soothes him totally.
He does his best to complement You, as he thinks You deserve it and he regards You as the most perfect person he's met, even more perfect than him ;DDD (seriously, because he really thinks that, he's gonna boast about You being his lady all the time so that the whole world shall know You're a couple)
B U T
He's bad with words, we know that. Stuttering ruins and at the same time makes everything more adorable when it comes to Mirage
"Oooh sweety, You look so so extrard-ext-extraordrin... Just amazing, You look amazing..."
His face turns blood red in seconds, but to be honest with You, that's the moment in which You want to spread kisses all over his face the most.
After a long day apart, prepare for being trapped in a makeahift cage of his arms and arms of his decoys.
He just runs to You excitedly with his arms spread widely, wraps them around You, and then You feel more and more of them snaking here and there. He missed You and can't imagine not exposing his longing for You to You.
He tries to do his best in Your relationship, he really does, but his anxiety hidden under the veneer of pride tells him he isn't enough for You, so talk to him about that, learn him how to cope with feelings and not be ashamed of them; he'll be more than thankful, nothing solves problems better than honest conversation.
Moreover, after a hard "psychology session", he enjoys sharing a hot, steamy shower with You.
He rests his forehead against Yours and closes his eyes; now You can see him as himself, no pretending, no fake confidence, no armor, just his bare body, naked mind and boiling water streaming down Your chests and backs.
Bangalore:
This woman. She is tough. She has no weak spots... Apart from You.
She casually looks as if she was ready for murder, but when she looks at You, she immediately softens.
You're like pain killers to her; You calm her down in split seconds and it's amazing to watch her features soothe, one of the corners of her lips travel up in a delicate, hardly noticeable smile.
She isn't an affectionate kind of person, especially in front of the others, but she is more than glad to receive affection from You.
She gives the best bear hugs and let me tell You, the feeling of the warmth of her muscular, womanly body, the plush of her breasts and hard abdomen... It's irreplacable.
She doesn't say it out loud then, but You can perfectly sense how devoted to Your relationship she is, she confesses her loyalty to You with her whole form embracing Your own.
One of her favourite moments during the day are early mornings; she usually wakes up just before dawn while You're still deeply asleep. Then, she can adore Your peaceful face looming up from under the duvet and graced with first golden rays of sunlight finding their way to Your bedroom through the window.
Before she leaves, careful not to wake You up, she watches You for a while and tries to picture this beautiful view in her mind precisely and keep there for the rest of the day.
She kisses Your forehead gently and silently gets out of the room, one last time glancing at You behind her back from above her shoulder before shutting the door.
She's keen to talk to You about everything and she's beyond recognition then; You can talk to her about everything and nothing, starting from Your own serious issues and ending on exchanging some girlish gossips.
Whatever topic You throw on her, she's always willing to not only listen to You, but also actively partakes in the conversation.
During such talks, she really does enjoy having her arm wrapped around You whilst You're resting against her on the couch.
She'll most probably be caressing Your shoulder with her thumb without even realizing it.
Your laugh causes her to laugh widely, which is a wonderful chain reaction as she rarely smiles on her own.
I must mention jealousy here; Bang hates seeing someone flirting with You.
Her face lines turn even sharper, she grits her teeth not to let herself lose control over her emotions.
But if she has enough, she'll most certainly approach You two steadily, pull You to her side and glare deadly at the motherfucker daring to flirt with You as if she was looking at a pathetic pile of horseshit.
It's likely she'll warn them to fuck off before she shoves a granade up their ass.
I know this is amusing and boosts Your ego, but spare her nerves, she just can't lose You and wants to be the best version of herself for You.
Pathinder:
Cinnamon roll made of metal.
He loves everyone as friends and because, unlike the most of the others, You actually reciprocate his affection, he WORSHIPS You in particular.
He's a hug-person, that's why often he forgots how painful it is when he wraps his arms a little too tightly around You.
When You politely tell him to let You go and state why, he's a trembling mess.
He asks You questions whether he harmed You, made You uncomfortable and if You're okay. Reassure him everything's okay, please, all he wants is to make You feel loved and appreciated.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, friend... Can I get a second chance? I promise I won't be uncomfortable anymore" 👉👈
You can't say "no" to him; he hugs You much more tenderly, he's calculating his every move when he slowly embraces You again.
He may be boxy and angular, but the metal he's build of is pleasantly warm, or at least it seems like it because of Path in general.
You press Your hands to his back and cheek to his chest, and when You open Your eyes, pink light radiating from the screen on his torso blinds You as a large, smiley face with heart-eyes appears on it.
This causes You to giggle, and then him; You two could stay like this for eons, him resting his head on the tip of Yours and just, laughing innocently like little children.
He's the number one comforter, this needs to be said. Whenever You feel blue, Path emerges near You out of nowhere and is ready to give his best to You.
His arm is instantly around You; he takes You somewhere peaceful and quiet, probably to Your bedroom, and sits You gently on the edge of Your bed.
He kneels in front of You, palming Your hands on Your knees and looking up at Your sorrow face.
"Hey, I don't like it when You're sad, it makes me sad, too. Path is here for You, and will be even when they break me apart. That'd be even better! There would be more of me to listen to You!"
His positivity, even in the darkest of times, is able to lift anyone's spirits in a flash.
While venting Your disappointment, anger, helplessness and other damaging emotions on him, he listens to You letting Your words sink in his mind and brushes single tears flowing down Your swollen cheeks every now and then with his thumb.
Surprisingly, he's more gentle than any man build of flesh, You wouldn't recognize whether it's the touch of his robotic fingers or soft human hands if You didn't know him.
He a l w a y s manages to make You laugh somehow, You actually don't even notice when Your mood changes from gloomy and suicidal to amused and happy.
"Low-five?" he asks, still crouching and showing his flat hand to You, so that You can give him low "high-five" and begin Your day again, but better.
Octane:
Speedy boi only You are able to slow down.
There's a significant spark of rivarly burning between You and keeping Your relationship sufficiently heated.
And that's why You enjoy competitive video games; You sit on the couch next to each other and follow the flying controllers in Your hands.
At some point You begin to interrupt each other's playing not only virtually, but in real life as well.
He nudges You with his elbow and You give it back by shoving Your smaller form towards him with the maximal strength.
Finally, You put the game aside and You start wrestling; it looks a little brutal, but You both know it's just fun.
You roll down from the sofa and fall on the floor, Your limbs tangled together, You two laughing and screaming at each other; an adorable picture of the pair of energetic fireballs.
You don't even care whether anybody remarks on Your playful joshing, at most You just stop for few seconds and simultaneously snap at them.
Then, You continue what You've started and what I must state here is the fact that Octane isn't merciful. He comes up with an idea of tickling.
You can't even attempt to grab his hand and stop him, he is already faster than You and he knows EXACTLY where to touch You to make You double up with laughter.
Only when he pins You to the ground by Your wrists and You officially give up, he lets You go, proud of his success.
He loves sneaking behind You and picking You up randomly during the day, making You shriek and swear in surprise.
He loves it when You swear at him in spanish, especially if it's him who taught You his native language.
You sometimes do this on purpose just to see him staring at You blankly.
He's also more than glad to give You piggyback; having You pressed against his back and giggle in his ear is pure bliss, what man wouldn't love that?
He may start spinning around or run with You on his back so be prepared, he's unpredictable, especially when excited, even without drugs.
Last, but not least, if You manage to somehow calm him down and sit him still, when You're snuggling against his side, he gets flustered by the view of Your leg caressingly sliding up and down his prosthesis.
"Ah, hermosa, eres mi mejor droga."
Fuse:
The daddiest daddy among all the daddies in the world. Lucky You!
He's the type of man loyal to You to the grave and he's more than pleased to show it; he rarely leaves Your side, places his hand on Your hip or loosely embraces Your shoulders with his arm.
He subtly establishes the boundaries of reciprocal contact between You and someone who might be potentially interested in You, but he's not possessive. This man doesn't lack finesse if he wants.
You kindle the flame of artistic creativity within him, thus he writes songs for You; he loves singing them and playing his guitar for You later.
He may forget to go on with the lyrics if You start swaying to the rhythm of his music. He knows You do this to purposely tease him and test his patience, but he's prepared for losing all of his attention divisibilty.
Focusing his gaze on Your effortless, wanton moves is enough to make his day.
When he's done playing, he expects appreciation with words ("Aaand? How was it, m'lady, eeh?") and with actions (he usually pokes his cheek and awaits well-deserved kiss).
For the first time, You fell for his little trick he pulled on You; when You were going to place a kiss on his cheek in rewarding gesture, he lightly grabs You by Your chin and makes You kiss him on his lips.
After that incident, every time You reward him, You intentionally "fall" for these tricks of his or it's You who pulls him for the kiss first.
You two giggle into each other's mouths and wordlessly swear to make that little game Your own ritual.
Often, when the situation gets heated, he finds his way to Your neck and the touch of his rough mustache on Your delicate skin sends shivers down Your spine - he loves it when Your throat vibrates because of Your sirenic chuckle.
You adore joking together; he's the master of pun and dad jokes, hence You two sometimes get trapped in a vicious circle of laughter.
Then, You just lean against each other and laugh so hard tears start flowing down Your cheeks, especially when each of You tell new jokes, funnier and funnier than previous ones.
Of course, You two enjoy a good, old game of poker, too; You sit opposite each other on the bed, legs crossed, and try so hard not to snort while glancing at each other's pokerfaces.
He attempts to distract You, make You laugh, cheat and make this card game the most ridiculous it only can be and You hit back, obviously.
If he wins, You throw cards in the air and make him pay for it; You jump on him, but he's quick to incapacitate You by lying his bulky body on Yours so that You have to haul Yourself up from under him to catch a breath.
If You win, it pretty much ends in the same way.
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Tactical Touch - Drabble
Summary: After senior officials make you doubt your capabilities, Kylo Ren is there to quell your worries.
Words: 1.2k
A/N: this is basically self-indulgent fluff. it's short n sweet! enjoy <3
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You were sitting in your quarters after a long officer briefing with General Hux and Kylo Ren, trying to focus on your tactical plan. Every officer in the room had ruthlessly questioned you about your new tactical plan against the Resistance. One officer had gone so far as to suggest that you were not capable of composing a successful strategy, and his comment stung as if he had slapped you in the face. Luckily, you’d fought your anger back, but it made you stutter for a few minutes. Now, you decided to stare at your datapad even longer to revise your strategy and plans, hoping to have more success in tomorrow’s briefing.
There was a knock on your door, and that’s when you realized that you’d left your uniform strewn all over the floor—you’d quickly undressed and thrown on a large shirt to get comfortable.
“Shit,” you murmured. You looked at the door, standing up and yelling, “I’ll be there in a moment!”
After shoving your uniform in your closet, you fixed your hair, taking a breath before pressing the button to open your door. You were met with a broad, masked man in black robes. It was a sight that would terrify anyone, but you allowed the man inside instead of screaming.
“Kylo,” you sighed, closing the door. “It’s late, why are you up?”
“Why are you up, sweet girl?” Kylo retorted, his modulator enhancing his snarky response.
You closed your eyes and chuckled. “I need to work on my plans.”
“Why?”
You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You heard me in there. My plans are…” Your voice trailed off.
You walked over to your bed and sat down. You could feel your shoulders curling inward, your anxiety beginning to fester and spread throughout your body. Your eyes were trained on your lap, avoiding Kylo’s imposing mask. There was a hiss of air and the clunk of metal on your desk, and you looked up to see Kylo staring at you. His brown eyes were trained on you, assessing you while the corner of his mouth twitched. He wanted to speak, but he was holding back, waiting for you to continue your sentence.
All you could do was stare at him, your exhaustion beginning to set in. It had been a long cycle, and the briefing was the poisoned cherry on top of it all.
General Hux, are you sure we can trust the commander’s strategy?
The comment was echoing in your head, consuming your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome distraction during your last-minute work session; second-guessing every move and strategy you wrote and used was certainly not helpful. You felt a gentle push in your head as you began to fall deeper down the well in your mind. You looked up at Kylo to see his eyes still trained on you. He approached you, stopping in front of you. You tilted your head to look up at him, meeting his gaze.
He whispered your name. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
For some reason, his question broke you. There was a crack in your armor, and he was so damn perceptive—his ability to use the Force was helpful too—that he knew exactly where to tap and make you shatter into a million pieces. It was a good thing when you weren’t feeling up to talking; he could simply feel your energy and respond appropriately. Sometimes, though, it wasn’t great, especially if you wanted to be left alone with your thoughts. At this moment, however, you appreciated his ability to break you open and hit your soft spot.
Your eyes teared up and you looked away from him. “The briefing...Captain Landa…”
Kylo knelt, taking your hands in one of his large ones, the other reaching to cup your face. His gentle touch was enough to cause a tear to roll down your cheek. It was incredible that someone so fearsome and brutal could make you feel safe—safe enough to cry.
“Captain Landa is arrogant,” Kylo said, wiping your tear away. “You know that Hux trusts you. That other officers trust you. That I trust you.”
You nodded. “I know,” you whispered. More tears slid down your cheeks. “It just…It hurts.”
“Oh, baby,” Kylo sat next to you, taking you in his arms. “Sweet girl, please don’t cry.”
His words just made you begin to softly sob into his shoulder, nestling yourself into the safety of his strong arms. He held you close, his body warm and firm. Feeling his chest rise and fall comforted you; he was there, he was real, he cared about you, he wanted to comfort you. The physical reassurance started to help you relax, your sobs turning into sniffles. You sat up, his arms still around you, one hand stroking your head. He was looking at you, his brow furrowed in concern, his eyes revealing his sadness at seeing you hurt. Kylo gently kissed your forehead, and his tenderness was enough to make you tear up again.
“Do you need me to stay with you tonight?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay,” he murmured.
He stood up to quickly shed his robes, and you admired his body. It was riddled with scars and marks from battles and training. When you asked him about each one, running your fingers over his marked skin, he’d refuse to tell you until you’d nearly covered him in quick kisses. Kylo was tall and broad, towering over everyone and intimidating all who met him; you loved the way he used his size with you, taking advantage of the difference more often than not in bed. You didn’t mind—you loved how safe his arms made you feel, the way his lips crashed into yours, and the way he held you against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.
You were laying down in bed under the sheets, exhaustion finally beginning to take over now that you were sure that you were safe. Kylo got into bed next to you, taking you into his arms. You let your hand rest on his chest, feeling his warm skin under your fingertips, reminding you that he would protect you.
“Do you need me to take care of Landa, baby?”
You laughed, looking up at him. “No, babe, I don’t. I think I want him to hear Hux—and you, Supreme Leader—give me permission to execute my plan.”
“If you say so.” Kylo brushed your hair out of your face. “You know I don’t mind.”
“I know.”
You scooted up to kiss him, and he held you closer, wanting to feel your body against his while his tongue explored your mouth. When you pulled away, you smiled at him, and Kylo smiled back at you. Seeing him smile was a rarity these days—he was stressed, even if he didn’t tell you, and knowing you made him relaxed enough to smile was enough to make your heart sing. You loved him, and you knew he felt the same; you didn’t need him to explicitly tell you all the time. Right now, he showed his love to you through his touch, stroking your head and kissing your forehead.
The deadliest man in the galaxy kissed you softly and held you close, humming a gentle lullaby to help you fall asleep, his arms protecting you from any harm that may come your way.
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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (2)
pairing: taehyung x f reader
genre: horror au, yandere au, saw/john kramer au
synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughs, abusive relationships, stalking etc. dont read if triggered. there are some ?? fucked up things in this but idk what to word them. but also mentions of self harm/self hating thoughts.
wordcount: 2.2k
a/n: unedited so pls forgive me for any mistakes and lmk if u want to be added to a taglist^^
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You’d spent a couple of hours in the café with Taehyung. Jimin popped over every now and then to talk with his best friend and to make sure you had everything you needed while there.
When you left, Jimin wrapped his arms around you as he bid his farewell, “It was lovely to meet you Y/N! Please, don’t be a stranger!” You simply nodded your head as you pulled away from the hug. You grinned back at him as he moved to Taehyung. You opened the door, carefully stepping outside to leave the boys with some privacy.
Once the door shut Jimin’s smile beamed, “so she’s the girl you’re always talking about, Flower? Right?”
“Yeah she is, thanks for that though man but, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later?”
Taehyung smiled as he made his way towards you, you looked up and he swore, he saw a hint of nervousness in your eyes, probably because it’s dark, he thought to himself. “Come on then, let’s get you home.” He held out his hand, you were quick to grab a hold of it. Taehyung intertwined your fingers as he tugged you back across the road, “it’ll take about twenty minutes, you gonna be alright to walk?” he glanced down to you.
Your heart warmed at the way his eyes smiled with him, “I’ll be fine, thank you.” He seemed happy enough with your answer as you fell into a steady rhythm. You felt a little conflicted, you may not know Taehyung well but he had an energy about him that made you wanna spill every secret you knew, you’d shared pointless stories while you were at the café, having learnt Taehyung was a family oriented person, he loved art and he was passionate about little subjects other people would deem small. Yet he had a warmth that you’d not seen in anyone else.
Fuck it, you thought, he’s shown nothing but kindness, you may aswell open upto him… atleast.
“I was in an abusive relationship.” Taehyung felt himself smirk but quickly wiped it from his face, he arched an eyebrow as he looked down to you, “it was my first too. It left me, fucked up, in a way. Not that I wasn’t already fucked up.” Progress. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, go on… “I’ve always been insecure and uh, uncomfortable with the way I look. After that disaster of a relationship, it left me worse for wear.” you kept your eyes on the road, you didn’t want to see the judgement on his face yet it didn’t stop you from carrying on, “I never told my friends or family about it. None of them knew I was struggling before it anyway so I’ve been letting it tear me apart.”
“Why tell me then doll?”
You risked a glance at his face. There were no traces of judgement or pity. Swallowing down your nerves, you added softly, “I had to tell someone. Even if that someone is a random person— who showed me kindness when I needed it.”
Taehyung felt his heart clench, she’s already trusting me… this was easier than I thought. “Don’t feel like you need to tell me anything baby,” I already know it all.
You felt your cheeks burn from the pet name, how could something so simple, affect you this much? God, talk about a schoolgirl crush. “That’s the thing, I don’t feel like I need to. I just, I want to.”
Taehyung presented you with his boxy grin, “Then you can tell me anything you want, whether it's big or small.”
“Thank you Taehyung.” It was like the sun had shone down on you, the simplest gesture meant the world. Here you had a person willing to talk to you about your darkest secrets. A person willing to listen. Someone who had no ties to your family, which made it easier for the words to flow from you, “It’s like, I was this happy, care-free kid. I smiled without forcing it and when I laughed… I felt free. I didn’t feel like I was losing my breath. Not like I do now, everytime I do so much as breathe, it's like these roots have twisted around my lungs and everytime a breath escapes, they crush them tighter. It’s like a reminder. You’re never fully alive. You’re never fully happy. Pain overrides any other emotion. I’ve learned that, after all those years. I used to think, I’d never accept it.” A solemn silence fell over you. The roots squeezed your lungs even tighter as you whispered, “I’m scared of living.”
“Flower, some people are anchored to this world by their feet, others by their fears. You don’t have to voice it, I know you’re scared. You have your fears. Your demons. The thing you were doing at the cafe; is destructive. Anything that harms you, is destructive. Fuck, it may only be something as simple as picking your skin but that can lead into bigger things.”
It already has.
“Taehyung, I know that. I knew when it started but it helps, it lessens my anxiety. You’re the only one to have picked up on it. My friends… they don’t notice. If they do, they don’t mention it.”
Taehyung scoffed, “You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?”
Your mouth was sewn shut. You didn’t want to admit it but, there was some truth to his words.
You walked home in silence.
That night haunted you. It forced its way into your dreams. It clouded your thoughts when Yoongi and Hoseok were with you. When you’d spent time together, you were vacant. A soulless body. It was like a poison had found its way into your brain, second guessing relationships and people’s motives.
‘You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?’
Why were you letting it get in your head so much? You knew your friends. They were the only ones you felt safe with. They were your friends for a reason, they supported you (albeit sometimes they had a sense of… tough love) but they always had your back.
You didn’t mention Taehyung to Yoongi or Hoseok. You felt as though that was something that should be kept between you and him. Plus, the duo would’ve felt betrayed and upset by the fact you had wandered into foreign territory alone and found company in a complete stranger-- especially after they’d warned you about the whole Jigsaw shit.
To save the arguments, you went about your life as usual. You helped out your Mum with the flower shop, the array of flowers made you realise how the simplest things were beautiful. That of course, didn’t include yourself. Rancid thoughts clouded what was once, a tranquil space. Those god forsaken roots hadn’t lessened. Breathing was still difficult— as was pretending that you were absolutely fine.
You avoided mirrors, a quick glance could wreck your entire mood. You hated people taking photos of you, it made you scrutinise every single thing.
My nose is too big.
My chin is too round.
My face just shouts ugly.
My legs are disgusting.
My stomach is embarrassing.
My boobs are weird.
Not to say, you didn’t have these thoughts on the regular. However, the more you eluded your appearance, the voices lessened. You could ignore the way you looked, forget it completely. Often convinced yourself you were a plain person. The stereotypical norm: someone that no one would look twice at. It helped you get on with everyday tasks, it helped you ease the anxiety.
After all, every flower must grow through dirt.
But how would you react? If you knew, he had all the pictures of you?
Tuesdays you worked at your Dad’s garage. You didn’t know much about cars but you enjoyed his company. As well as spending time with Hobi and Yoongi. You often found yourself pranking the former with Yoongi, little jokes that luckily, didn’t piss Hobi off too much.
Today though, you were late. You’d had to spend more time trying to find the more appropriate clothing… you didn’t want people to see the slashed lines of red that littered your body.
After you messily threw an outfit together, you made your way down to the garage. You found your eyes trained on the silver Nissan Skyline, mouth agape as you collided into something.
You felt hands grab your shoulders, “Watch where you’re going,” Yoongi brought his hands to ruffle your hair, “gotta be careful while we’ve got that here kidda. That fuckers expensive.” He released a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, softly elbowing him out the way.
Your dad was under the bonnet, a box of tools were scattered around his feet. Organised mess, your Dad was infamous for it.
“Sorry I’m late Pops, what do you want me to do?”
Not even a second later, your Dad turned to face you, “Ah darling, not a lot while we’re working on this. Can you go make us some drinks?”
“Yeah course, I won’t be too long!”
You passed Hoseok on your way to the little kitchen situated at the back, he sent you a wink as he shouted across, “Coffee for me kidda!”
Three cups were spread in front of you. Americano for Yoongi, Coffee for Hobi and Cappuchino for Pops. Just as you were about to shout the guys, a presence had situated itself comfortably behind you. Before you had time to turn around, a deep baritone voice addressed you, “You not gonna ask me if I want a cup baby?”
You felt yourself still. You knew that voice. The voice that was haunting your dreams, even your wake.
You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?
Taehyung watched the way your body tensed, your shoulders stiffened, your breathing altered. Hm, she’s nervous. How cute.
“What are you doing here?” the words passed your lips, delivered as though they were encased in thorns.
A deep chuckle filled the room, “What do you think I’m doing here?” Taehyung inched closer, the atmosphere was almost palpable. You felt the way his chest brushed against your back, a sudden chill shot through you as he brought his hand up— which grazed against your skin whilst he moved your hair from your neck. His eyes turned hungry at the sight of your goosebumps. Your heart raced when he brought his head lower, lips next to your ear, “You think I’m here for you baby?” I am… but you don’t need to know that just yet.
You spun around, squashed between the table and Taehyung. Heat radiated off of him, how can he be so hot? It felt like you were in a furnace (while face to face with the Devil.)
Fear stricken, you tried to fight through it. Don’t show him. Don’t let him see. With a sarcastic smile plastered on your face you retorted, “Of course you are Taehyung. You tracked me down using the information I gave you and figured out which Garage is ours.”
The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone like venom. Taehyung felt himself stifle a laugh.
You just didn’t know. In all fairness, you didn’t know anything. How would you know that Taehyung had done exactly that, except he’d done it months prior.
He lowered his head to yours, your hands raised to push him away but Taehyung wrapped his fingers around each wrist and tugged them to lay between you before you even had the chance to nudge him. You felt like you were stuck in a Venus fly trap.
“I’m not some type of sicko, doll.”
You were just a naive, misunderstood, little girl.
“I’m getting my car fixed. Your dad’s working on it right now.”
Your body visibly relaxed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Oh, the Skyline? Wait, you have a car and made us walk back to mine the other week?”
“I didn’t make you walk for the fun of it baby, my car is literally in the shop so obviously it was broken.”
Only, the car was perfectly fine when you met him those weeks ago. He had made the pair of you walk so he’d have more of a chance to speak to you and to touch you. The only way he could follow you around without being suspicious, especially at your dads work, was to have a somewhat reasonable excuse (which resulted in him messing with the engine). He knew although you’d shied away from him that night, he could easily win you back around.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Taehyung. I’m also uh, sorry about how that night ended.”
“Don’t sweat it, I know what I said came off a little... weird but I didn’t mean any harm.”
With an angelic smile on your face in return, Taehyung knew that soon, that smile would morph into a grateful one. After all, he was going to help you.
Until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Live or Die.
Your choice.
He had first seen you out and about last year. However, he had first heard of you when the guys working for him had slammed a file onto his desk, Subject #13 was scrawled on the top. Filled to the brim with pictures of you and everything about your life down to the littlest detail.
L/N Y/N— D.O.B 03.11.02— 19 years old.
Phone number: XXXXX.XXXXX
Female. Lives with parents at: 171 Norm Street, Falfield F91 7DW. Was outcasted at school but befriended a Jeon Jeongguk [19 years, male. 92 Carriers Road, Cressage CY5 3EA. XXXXX.XXXXX].
Ex partner is Kang Jaehyo. [23 years. Male. Abusive and manipulative, laid his hands on Y/N multiple times leaving bruises and scars. Sexual abuse was also discovered. Have been broken up for 4 months. 13 Walkers Drive, Falfield, F73 1DL XXXXX.XXXXX]
Y/N has suicidal ideations (as well as 7 attempts). Self harms by “cutting” “punching” and “scratching”. Diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder on May 13th 2016. Works at Toret Garage and Letty’s Floral. Both places owned by parents.
The web of lies and deceit had barely scraped the surface.
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A caring hand goes a long way.
Jean Kirschtein x F! Reader
Anon request: prompt 22 and 26 with jean please!! feel free to change one of them if u need.
“How do you sleep at night?” “Wait, you’re scared of the dark?”
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Loading the cart with materials, Levi and Henge climb onto it along with Pastor Nick. Armin is already sitting opposite of them next to Eren and Mikasa. Y/n walks back to get the last box, she couldn’t believe Christa was the Princess, such a sweet girl. Y/n hoped she was alright.
Armin looked just as nervous as y/n; it ran in the family she guessed. Armin was her younger brother, only by a year and yet she wanted to keep him safe from the scary world they lived in. Sometimes she had no choice but to let him go.
“Armin!” y/n ran up with the last box, “you’re not cold, are you?” she looked at him with anxiety-ridden eyes, their blue eye looked at each other.
Armin looked at his sister with an embarrassed look, “No, y/n I’m okay, thank you.” He grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze of reassurance.
Letting go, Y/n finally backed up from the wagon, walking to the side. Erwin called for the mission to begin and they were off. Y/n stood there watching the very last horse left. She felt a hand on her shoulder making her jump.
“Calm down, Arlelt” Jean chuckled, handing her a note “You and I were called to Trost District, along with a few others but yeah.”
Y/n looked at the two-toned-haired teen, “Alright, but it’s Y/n please.” She handed the note back, “we should go now.” Jean only nodded.
Walking to the stables, they saddle their horses, hopping on to them. On their out, two scouts handed them torches. Y/n looked out to the tailor what she could see of it, it was too dark. Her horse felt she was scared and started backing up.
“Arlelt, we have to leave now if we’re going to make it before daybreak,” Jean said annoyed, he looked back at her, seeing the fear on her face. “Wait, you’re scared of the dark?”
Y/n didn’t answer, Jean jumped off the horse with a thump, walking over he grabbed the rope pulling her horse over to his and getting back on. Y/n sat silently, gripping her torch so tight that her fingers turned white. Her eye darting all over the darkness ahead of her never letting anything out of her sight.
“Y/n?” Jean called, she looked at him then back at the darkness anyone could’ve missed it. “If you’re this scared of the dark how do you sleep at night?” Jean chuckled “I didn’t know both Arlelts were sacred of everything.”
Y/n’s head wiped to Jean, looking angry “Jean! We’re not scared of everything, I’m not the one who almost chickened out on joining The Scouts!” she paused for a moment “and sometimes I don’t…” Jean looked at her, frowning.
“Yet, looking nearly shitting your pants over the dark.” Y/n face went soft slightly,
She looked away, “It’s not the dark… it’s what’s in it.” She whispered the last part.
Y/n looked back to the darkness and continued scanning it.
After two hours of travel, Y/n’s eyes kept drifting close only for her to jump up and repeat. Jean watched her try not to fall asleep for a few minutes till he began to feel bad. She was exhausted.
“Y/n,” Jean called out making her jumped awake again,
“yes,” she said in a small tired voice.
“Come onto my horse, sleep on my back. You’re tired.” y/n was about to protest “y/n…” he gave her a look saying not to lie.
Y/n put out her torch, tying it onto her saddle. They stopped moving, Jean moved up a little letting y/n sit behind him. He then tied Y/n’s horse to his and started going, a little faster than before. Y/n rested her head in between his shoulder blades.
“Jean?” he hummed at her, “weren’t you already in the Trost District?” she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
“yeah, but I knew you were scared of the dark. I knew you would’ve never made it to Trost without me.” Y/n only said a little thank you, as she slowly fell asleep. “because I saw you one night during training get water from the well, you looked like you going to have a heart attack.” Jean laughed, only to her soft snoring behind him.
“Plus, I missed you."
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Hiiiii this is really dumbbbbb but I love ur work!!! Can I request one w isaac where the reader is afraid of like cutting her hair like it gives her anxiety and isaac helps her?? Idk like maybe she's stiles sister and like stiles is pressuring her about it? Thanks luv u lots ❤ totally fine if ur like whatever never doing this lol
Tonsurephobia
Isaac Lahey x Stilinski!reader with long hair
Summary: Stiles is pressuring you to cut your hair and with a fear of having your hair cut, you call Isaac to help you out.
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A/N: Okay sorry it took so long to post this. I did a little research into this so hopefully it’s accurate too because I’d really hate to upset someone so please tell me if I got something wrong.
GIF isn’t mine
You loved your brother. Honestly, he is so important to you and you look up to him and respect him but oh my god, you just wanted to kill him sometimes. It would just get to a point where you wanted to just wack him with the thing closest to you. Like right now, you were debating throwing the book in your hands at him as he spoke. You weren't really taking any of the words in, your fierce glare unnoticed by the ranting boy. Stiles was talking to you about cutting your hair after it got in the way and almost got you killed. It had blocked your view and your shot was off and then the wolf attacked you and you're only human so it took a while to heal. And now you were being lectured on cutting it.
You would, honestly. You understood where he was coming from and you knew that it was the right thing to do but for some reason, it terrified you. Whenever you had to even think about it, you would shake and cry and it would slowly get so bad that it was a panic attack. So naturally you did your research and found out it was a common fear called tonsurephobia. Mostly seen in children but it can stick with some people as they grow older. There were quite a few ways to help with it but most involved having another person there to help reassure you and such and you weren't telling anyone about your phobia. You just knew that they probably wouldn't understand and you didn't need that.
You heard Stiles huff, your gaze flickering up and meeting his as you realised you spaced out and was staring at the book in your hands. Your brother had his arms crossed, frown on his face, "Are you even listening?" Your head tilted to the side, an expression of thought making him scoff. The book fell into your lap as your hands rested on top of it and you leant forward just a tad, "Not really, no," You watched him groan into his hands before muttering about giving up and leaving the room. As you watched him leave, you couldn't help but think that he was right. That maybe it was time to start working on it. So you called the one person you felt comfortable talking about this with.
Isaac took a little while to get there and because Stiles was home, he had to climb through your window. The first thing he had done was tackle you onto the bed which had you both giggling. You hadn't told him over the phone why you needed him but had said you needed him as soon as possible. "Hey," You ran a hand through Isaac's curls, the boy grinning as he pecked your lips a couple times. "Hi. What's up?" You shrugged, considering backing out but Isaac immediately noticed and frowned at the fact you were so panicked. Realising that he'd used his werewolf abilities to pick out your anxiety, you huffed and pouted, "Fine. I want to cut my hair,"
"Okay?"
"And I don't like having my hair cut," He looked so confused so you began to explain it in a bit more depth, "Apparently its called tonsurephobia. It's a fear of having your hair cut, I sometimes have panic attacks when I have to do it," Isaac slowly nodded in understanding and brushed back some hair out of your face. He sat up, pulling you with him, "So, you want me here to help?" You gave a small nod, linking your hand with his as you avoided any eye contact. It felt so stupid as you spoke and you were pushing down the nausea at the thought of ridicule. But Isaac just squeezed your hand tighter and tilted your head down to try and catch your eye, "Okay, so what do I have to do then?"
Isaac laughed when you looked at him wide eyed in disbelief, "So, you don't think it's weird or anything? You're, like, completely understanding?" The boy grinned as you watched him apprehensively, seemingly waiting for him to say something different. He pulled you closer, smiling sweetly as he kissed your nose, "Well, yeah. You're the same with me. So do you want me to actually cut the hair or...?" Your face relaxed and your head fell onto his shoulder in relief. You could feel him laugh and felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "Um, yes. Yeah, I want you to, um, cut it," your fingers began to fiddle with his as he nodded with a small okay.
You shakily got up and went to go get scissors but Isaac caught your wrist and pulled you back. His smile seemed hesitant and worried, "You know you don't have to, right?" At your silent nod, Isaac wrapped his arms around your waist and stared up at you with this gaze of comfort that had you relaxing slightly, "Okay, if you're sure," his fingers grazed just under your shirt as you grinned wobbly and slipped out of his arms to go over to your desk. The scissors were under a bunch of papers and pens and wires. Once you’d dug them out, you held them out to Isaac who slowly took them. Pulling the spinny chair out to the middle of the room, you fell into it with a death grip to the arm rests.
Isaac immediately noticed and placed the scissors down on the bed in order to just run his fingers through it. He could hear the trembling breaths and could see how tightly you had your eyes screwed shut. You could tell he was hesitant to do it so with one deep breath, you tried to pull yourself together. “Alright,” your voice shook and was extremely quiet compared to your usual loud sarcastic self, “Just above the shoulders, maybe. Means I won’t have to cut it for a while,” Even though you couldn’t see him, Isaac nodded and reached for the scissors and grabbed a brush from your nightstand.
He was careful and gentle, trying his hardest to not trigger anything. He knew what it was like to have this big fear of something and he knew how suffocating it could be. So he was being mindful of it all and you were so grateful for him. Isaac stopped turning you to check if it all seemed even and then he spun you to face him, holding your hands with this goofy smile that cheered you up. He quickly intertwined your fingers and when he spoke, you could hear the joking edge, “Now just remember, I’ve never cut hair before,” A small groan left your lips, smile growing slowly on your face which made him chuckle, “It’s terrible, isn’t it?”
“No, I’m not that bad,” he seemed genuinely offended by your words but the two of you were giggling still as he pulled you up. You followed him to a mirror, a hand covering your eyes before it dropped and you could see yourself reflected back. Isaac arms were wrapped around your shoulders as he nervously grinned at you. The haircut wasn’t actually that bad, pretty decent. There was a few pieces that were too long or too short but they weren’t overly noticeable. You actually looked really good.
You turned to peck Isaac’s lips, thanking him as he relaxed into you. “Oh thank god,” you laughed into his hair as his head rested on your shoulder. You were so glad to have Isaac by your side.
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Alpha Beta Charlie- A Frankie Morales Story
Summary: Frankie is a lonely man with a big heart. His life changes when a new girl comes into his life.
W/C: 4.1k
Warnings: This one is a little heavy. Lots of language, talk of poor mental health (Frankie has depression and anxiety), Frankie’s recovering from a coke addiction, alcohol is prevalent here, harm to animals, lots of talk of blood and injuries.
A/N: This story is different than I normally write. There’s no reader in the story, this is just a story about Frankie Morales and a moment in his life. Please note that this is darker as it centers around an injured animal. Be warned of that. P.S. some of my friends might see ur names in here :) thank u to all of my friends who helped me pick Charlie’s name, and to @ilikechocolatemilkh who helped me create this whole story!
Frankie Morales is a kindhearted man. Anyone who meets him knows it instantly. He’s got a wonderful laugh that’s warm and inviting, and it’s often on display to anyone who chats with him for more than a few seconds. He’s caring, it’s clear, with big brown eyes that radiate compassion.
His friends would describe him more as an idiot. Frankie, who they call Catfish from their days in the military, insists that they’re the idiots. He’s the voice of reason in their group, making the rational decisions and de-escalating fights within their group.
That’s not to say Frankie is entirely sunshine and rainbows. He’s now several months sober from a long and grueling addiction to cocaine. It ruined him: it took away his pilot’s license, his everything in life. Flying helicopters was Frankie’s passion, but he’s recovering. He’s on the right track.
He had a girlfriend, who became his fiancée, and left him not long after he returned home from a dangerous mission in South America. It didn’t matter anyway; her child, who Frankie had dedicated all of his heart to before the birth, was revealed to be another man’s. As much as she resented him for taking the mission, he resented her for cheating and lying and holding the information back.
So now Frankie lives on his own. He resides out in a more rural town, not far from where Benny has his weekly fights and Will (also known as Ironhead) works with young military recruits. It’s been a couple of months, and it’s hard to be alone. Santiago pops into town once or twice a month, and it’s always the highlight of Frankie’s very being. His best friend brings light and laughter into his life. When he leaves again, Frankie’s small home feels massive and quiet.
He plays lots of CDs. He has bluetooth speakers all around the home and blasts his favorite songs. He’s learned how to cook and clean and has even learned how to bake a decent, basic version of a nice loaf of bread. He works as a mechanic at a shop in his small town’s center, working the odd hours that no one else wants, the hours where others want to be home with their families.
He’d considered different options to make the house more home-like, more welcoming. He tried his hand at gardening, only to find that he had the opposite of a green thumb. He painted the walls a warmer color, then painted them again. He was currently considering changing the colors for the third time. He’d burn candles that he thought smelled nice. He’d hung up a few photos of him and his friends, or his family. Nothing really worked.
A typical night for Frankie held one of two patterns:
-Night A: Frankie gets home from the shop at about 7:30, hands covered in grease and smelling of burnt motor oil. He gets in the shower and cleans up, then either ends up at Benny’s arena to cheer him on, or at the bar with both Miller brothers.
-Night B: Frankie gets home at the same time. He showers to clean himself, simply because he hates leaving smudges over his home. He cooks a nice dinner or orders takeout. He eats it on the couch and watches a new Netflix series. He gets sad and feels alone and drinks a beer, then a few more, to drown the sensation. He goes to bed early and calls into the shop to see if any of the morning shift workers want to go home early, because he can come in an hour or two before his shift. He claims it’s for the overtime pay. It’s really to avoid the loneliness.
Frankie likes patterns. He likes routine. It’s soothing. Maybe it’s a remnant of his military days, where not a second would pass without having a title affixed to the very second he was living in. Predictability made the hurt easier.
Tonight was an A Night. Frankie and the Miller brothers sat at the bar of McCreary’s and talked about everything and nothing at once. Will talked about the new girl he was seeing. Benny made lewd comments. Frankie smacked his arm and ordered another round for the other two, then nursed one beer for the entire night.
Winters were the worst for Catfish. He lived in the South, where snow was uncommon, but the dreary February weather stole whatever energy he could muster up and sent it up to join the gray masses that hung in the sky, yet never shed their raindrops. It gets dark early, another thing Frankie hates. It reminds him of the look on Tom’s face when he died. Of the way his bachelor home never made sounds unless he created them. Of the way the craving for one more hit of that devious white powder felt, the way it scrambled his brain until he thought it was the only thing that could take it away.
This A Night, which also happened to be an especially chilly Tuesday, Frankie drove home from the bar at 12:21. The backroads that lead from the suburbs out to the rolling hills are dark, with a rare streetlight or two illuminating a fork in the road that led to a house. The radio droned on, some old Waylon Jennings song that was threatening to send Frankie into a fit of rage and smash a fist into his dashboard. He turned off the radio instead.
Another car drove the opposite way, far in the distance. He could see the lights approaching, then dim slightly. Frankie turned off his brights, instead allowing the road to be illuminated just by his front headlights. He turns up the heat in his truck as a shiver runs down his spine.
Something is running across the road. Frankie can see it now. It’s far from him, but visible in the other car’s light. He slams on his brakes, his body jerking forward.
The other car doesn’t slow.
He slams his horn several times, for whatever is in the road and the other driver.
The thing doesn’t move.
The car doesn’t slow.
The car and the creature- oh fuck, it’s an animal- collide.
Everything that happens next is too quick. The car stops for a moment. Frankie whips the truck into park and turns on his hazards.
The other car stops for a moment. Frankie can just make out a silhouette inside. He gets out of his truck, eyes wide and frantic. He runs to the animal’s side.
The car drives off.
Dust swirls across the road as the car’s tail lights fade into the distance. Leaving just Frankie and his truck and the mangled mess of fur and blood.
“Fucker!” Frankie screams after the car. “You fuckin’ bastard! You didn’t even check, you motherfucker!”
He gets closer and realizes it’s a dog. Its fur is white and brown and so painstakingly red with its own blood, and it whimpers and cries and Frankie realizes the poor fucking thing is still alive. Whether it’s his caretaking or his military instincts that kick in, Frankie isn’t sure, but before he knows it he’s ripping off his jacket and picking up the poor poor baby, oh you little angel, he coos to it, wrapping it in the denim and setting it in his passenger seat.
It’s still whimpering and crying, and Frankie gets in the driver’s seat and grabs his phone. “Nearest 24-hour pet hospital,” he shouts into it, hands shaking. He doesn’t realize either reaction is happening. It gets the words wrong. “No, fuck,” he groans, shifting the truck into drive and whipping a U-turn. He types in the words as he starts to speed back in the direction of the town. He knows he shouldn’t text and drive and normally he doesn’t, but he’s a fucking former military helicopter pilot, he rationalizes with himself, he can handle this. He finds the directions and types them in and tears start dripping from his eyes.
“Hang in there, buddy, hey,” he says and rubs the poor dog’s big ears as they drive. “It’s gonna be 30 minutes. Think you can hang on for me?” he asks it, not expecting a response. He wants to check the dog’s sex but now is certainly not the time, not while he’s doing 85 in a 60 zone and the dog’s blood is seeping into his denim jacket and his passenger seat.
The tears are flowing freely from his eyes now, his heart breaking. He can feel the animal’s shallow breaths as he drives, and he sobs to himself. “Hang on, buddy. It’s gonna be okay, I gotcha. I’m Frankie,” he introduces himself to the dog, “and I’m gonna take real good care of you. You’re gonna be alright and we’re gonna get you fixed up and back to your owners.”
The drive takes 24 minutes when Frankie is flying down the backroads. Fuck if a cop sees him. Fuck blowing a tire. That can be cared for later, when there’s not a dying creature next to him. A steady murmur of ‘it’s okay’ spills from Frankie’s lips. He’s not sure if he’s saying it to the dog or himself. One hand firmly grips the steering wheel and the other never leaves the animal’s body. He comforts the poor creature, murmuring more reassurances the closer they get.
“Please hang in there for me, cariño,” Frankie whimpers, chewing his bleeding lip. “I gotcha. It’s all gonna be alright, bud.”
When he sees the hospital, he drives a little faster. He pulls into the emergency room area and parks in front of the door, turning on his hazards and running inside. There are a few veterinary nurses inside and they greet him, but their looks turn to fear when they see the denim-wrapped animal. “Please, please, Idon’tknowthisisn’tmydogitwasahitandrunandIpickeditup-”
“It’s alright, sir, come with us. Please breathe and tell us again,” a kind woman tells him with a hand on his arm, rushing him and the dog back.
Frankie calms down after a moment and explains what happened. “It’s not my dog, I don’t know whose dog this is, you gotta check it for a chip-” he rambles.
“It’s alright, sir,” the nurse tells him kindly and takes the dog from his arms. Frankie clutches after it and a new woman pushes his arms down. “We’re going to take it back and operate on it. Would you please wait here for us? We’ll come give you updates as we get them,” she tells him, gesturing to the waiting room. He nods. “And is this your dog’s first time here?” She asks.
The tears come back, choking his throat as water falls steadily from his eyes. “It’s not even my fuckin’ dog, man,” he whimpers, worrying his lip between his teeth again.
The woman is still kind. “I see. Please, sit, Mr….”
“Morales,” he manages out.
She nods. “Mr. Morales. I understand you’re worried. Please just wait in here for us and we’ll bring you information when we have it.”
He nods softly, grabbing a tissue from the front desk. He wipes his eyes and nose. “My truck is parked right outside, it’s in the way, I’ll go park it somewhere else,” he tells her.
“That’s perfectly fine, sir. You can even leave and come back if you’d like.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll be right back,” he tells her and walk-jogs outside, getting in his car and bringing it around to park.
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Frankie enters the emergency room again and sits in a chair. He worries and worries for hours, texting his group chat with the Millers and Santiago. He gives them a play-by-play, but only Santiago responds. He sits awake for another hour, nervously wringing his ball cap.
The dog must be alive, or at least be able to save, he rationalizes with himself. After a while, the worry fades and he falls asleep. Two hours later, no other patients around to disrupt him, he’s woken by the nurse who took the dog back. “Mr. Morales?” She calls out gently.
He jumps awake. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me.” He sits up from his slumped state, readjusting the cap from where it had been resting over his eyes.
The nurse smiles softly at him and sits in a chair across the waiting room from him. “The dog is safe now. We had to amputate her front left leg, and she had a lot of stitches, but she’s stable and looks like she’ll do well.” He lets out a sigh and her smile becomes more genuine. “You told us she isn’t yours?”
She. The dog is a girl. Of course she is, Frankie smiles a little. The smile falls as he remembers the fact again. “No, no. It was a hit and run. I saw it happen, the other guy took off, it wasn’t me who hit her, I’m-”
“Mr. Morales.”
“Right. No, she’s not mine.”
The nurse nods and writes that down. “Well, we scanned her several times. She has no chip, no identifiers at all. Our options now are to send her to some rescue or kennel of some sort, or you can take her home with you.”
His heart breaks at the image of the sweet dog in the front seat of his car going somewhere without daily love and affection. “She’ll come with me,” he answers before he can rationally think about it.
“Wonderful,” she nods, marking that down as well. “She’s looped up now on some drugs. We’ll let her sleep them off for a bit and then she’s all yours. We do have some procedures we’ll need you to follow, for caring for the wound and such. But after that, it should be all good. You’re free to head out now. We can call you when she wakes up.”
Frankie nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.” He looks down at his watch and notices how early in the morning it is. “Thanks,” he tells her with a genuine smile, taking off his cap and running his hands through his hair before replacing it.
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From that moment on, Frankie was enamored with the dog. He called in from work when the shop opened bright and early at 6:00 A.M.
“Hey Carol. It’s Morales.”
“You can stop asking if you can come in early, Frank. Just do it,” the woman chuckles on the other line. A loud slurp is audible- it’s the coffee she’s always drinking, the dark sludgy shit that she brews in the break room that Frankie can’t stand but she absolutely adores.
“No, uh. Actually, I was calling in to see if someone else could cover for me today.” He explains the whole story to her, wringing his cap between his hands. “So. I was kind of hoping I could take the day to look for the dog’s owners and care for her.”
There’s a beat of silence over the phone. “Of course, Frankie,” the older woman says kindly. “You got a real big heart, kid. Real big. That’s awful kind.”
He smiles a little. “Just doing what I can. Thanks, Carol.”
“Keep me posted, Catfish.” The woman hangs up.
Frankie’s in more comfortable clothes now. He didn’t sleep at all once he got home, waiting for the hospital’s call. He distracts himself, cooking a breakfast he only picks at, watching his new series halfheartedly on the couch.
The animal hospital calls him again at 7:30. He gets off the couch immediately and into the truck. There’s a bit of blood on the passenger seat, from where the dog wasn’t immediately covered by his jacket. It’s not a worry, though, he thinks to himself. He’ll get some stain remover and maybe a new and nicer jacket.
When he arrives, they usher him back to a check-up room. The dog is lying down but she wags her tail at Frankie, looking up at him with big brown eyes that could rival his own. “Hey, sweet thing,” he calls softly, and the dog stands and walks over to him. It’s pained, that much is clear, but she’s already adjusting to walking with one less limb. She rests her head on Frankie’s lap and he scratches her ears gently.
Some paperwork is filled out and Frankie leads the dog out to his truck with the leash and collar the hospital provided. He lifts her into the passenger seat and she snuggles in. The scent is familiar to her.
Frankie drives her to a pet store nearby, smiling over at her. She looks at ease with him, relaxed and trusting. Of course she is. This is the man who saved her.
He helps her down once they arrive and leads her inside. Her walking is pained, he can tell. “Aw, honey,” he frowns. There are carts right inside; Frankie sees the immediate solution. He scoops her up and sets her in a cart. Her tongue hangs out happily as they go through the store. “We’re gonna get you all kinds of fun stuff, huh?” He asks, scratching her head.
Frankie spares no expense for the dog. As they cross through the store, the cart fills: bags of food and treats, a new leash, and a pink collar decorated with donuts “because you’re such a sweetie, right cutie?”, doggie bags, and food and water dishes. Finally they reach the toy aisle. “Do you wanna pick your own toy?”
He picks her up and sets her down on the ground, unclipping her leash to allow her to explore the toy aisle. She meanders, sniffing toys here and there, even considering one big bone. A few moments later, she comes tottering back to the cart with a toy in her mouth. It’s a big plush hedgehog. Frankie grins. “Aw, that’s a good one! Good choice, cutie.” He kisses her head as he puts her back in the cart.
They check out and drive home, and Frankie allows her to wander inside. “Welcome home. At least for now. I suppose I should put an ad out for you online.”
The dog doesn’t respond, just wanders around the house, sniffing the furniture warily and looking back at Frankie. Asking if he’s coming. He smiles and leads her to the couch, sitting down on it. “I know they say you shouldn’t let dogs on the furniture, but I think you and I can share.” She jumps up and Frankie praises her, giving her a smooch and earning a big lick in return. “Oh, pretty girl, I think you’ll like it here,” he coos to her. She snuggles into his side with a sigh and Frankie sighs too.
Over the next few days, he posts ads for her, but no one responds. He reaches out to people from the area he was driving in, but no one responds. After Day 4 of searching, there’s no response and he allows himself to sigh in relief. “You’re mine now, baby girl,” he coos to the dog, who’s happily panting and grinning.
During the first week, Frankie tries out different names for her. None of them seem to stick. He wonders if she ever even had a name before. Ada, Lucille, Thea, Sunny, Miki, Zulu, Fox, Pancake. None of them work right for her personality.
It’s not until late one night when Frankie’s coke cravings decide upon a name for her.
It’s 2:24 in the morning and Frankie is quaking like a leaf. The dog is cuddled up into his side on the bed. Wherever he goes around the house, she follows. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s drawing blood. Normally when he’s this anxious, when he yearns to call his dealer, he rides it out by balling his fists so tight his knuckles turn white. But his dog seems to notice.
She rests her chin on his hip, wagging her tail against the mattress with a steady thump. She whines quietly. She knows.
Frankie’s at least momentarily distracted. “Hey, beautiful, what’s wrong?” He asks her, scratching his head and rolling over to pet her. He’s still desperate but the focus shifts from the sensation of one last hit to the feeling of her soft fur beneath his fingers. She sighs happily and snuggles into Frankie’s side, and he starts to cry.
No one has ever needed him. Not his plants: they’re succulents. He deals with them once every other week. Not his former fiancée. She didn’t need him, just liked him for his money and his dick late at night. Not his friends. They had other friends to go to. No, this dog needs him, and it makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst.
Sitting up, Frankie turns on the television. He hits a random button to choose a channel, and Princess and the Frog comes on. He chuckles a little. “How about Tiana?” He asks his dog and scratches her ears. She doesn’t react.
It’s near the beginning of the movie. The relaxing music soothes him as the movie starts. The dog lies with her head on his thigh, happily receiving scratchies from her new father. Her head perks up when she hears a shrill noise from the television: Tiana’s best friend in her puffy pink dress.
“It’s okay, it’s okay baby. It’s just Charlotte.”
Charlotte. Her ears perk up and she looks at him. “Charlotte?” He asks again, and she looks at him in confusion. “Do you like that one? How about Lottie?” No response. “Or Charlie?”
The dog pounces on him with her one front paw and licks his face. Frankie laughs happily scratching her sides. “Is that your name, pretty girl? Is your name Charlie?”
The answer, it seems, is yes.
It’s funny, Frankie thinks. Charlie is the third letter of the military alphabet, after Alpha and Beta.
Before Delta.
She would be, he realizes. She’s more important to him than his Delta Squadron guys. More important to him than the terrible things he did in the military. She comes before Delta.
And that’s how Charlie got her name.
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The guys finally came over to Frankie’s house on Night 9 of owning Charlie.
All of the men are dog lovers, and Charlie takes to Benny quickly. He gives her her favorite kind of scratches: one hand behind the ear, one hand on the tummy. “Yeah, that’s a good tripod,” he teases her as he snuggles her.
“Hey man, cut it out,” Frankie frowns and smacks his arm. “She’s insecure about it! Be nice.”
Santiago laughs. “Hey, you know what, Fish? This isn’t what I meant when I said that you should get a girl, but I’ll take it. Especially when she’s such a sweetie- oh hi, beautiful,” he coos as Charlie hops his way and licks his face.
Frankie shakes his head. “Isn’t she a cutie?” He laughs happily as he watches his dog. “I tried posting ads for her, but no one answered. She’s such a sweetheart, potty trained and everything. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”
Benny grins. “And all because we asked you to get a beer and you caved and said yes.”
“What the hell do you mean caved, Ben? I get beers with you two fuckers three times a week,” he laughs and shakes his head.
He’s been home alone with her all week, but he hasn’t felt as anxious as he normally does. Her companionship is all he needs, the way she snuggles up tight against him, the way her meal schedule motivates him to eat more. He has a purpose now.
After the initial excitement, Charlie finds her place sitting at her dad’s feet, panting happily and looking around the room. “She fits in well,” Will nods and leans over as he scratches her head. “She’s the newest member of our group, I suppose.”
“She’s much less work than Fish. Maybe we replace him with her,” Santiago teases and Frankie flips him off, chuckling softly.
This was a pattern that came to be known as the newly named C Night in Frankie’s head. These are the nights where they order a pizza or takeout and hang out in Frankie’s living room with Charlie. She’s the entertainer of the group, giving the men each some individual snuggles and wandering around the room. She’s funny, flopping onto her back at a human’s feet so that she can get tummy rubs, spending an absurd amount of time sniffing one specific spot on one man’s jeans. They all adore her.
Life improves for Frankie when he has Charlie. He works shorter hours, spends time brushing her fur. He sleeps at better hours and cares for himself better as a result of caring for her.
He takes her on a jog every morning. At first, he was nervous to do it. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to pass those Special Ops fitness tests. The thing that encourages him most is that Charlie is just the same speed as him. She runs along happily on three legs at the perfect pace for Frankie to match.
Frankie lovingly refers to her as his copilot. She loves riding in the passenger seat of his truck, letting the wind from the open windows run through her fur. She gets excited when she hears the word truck and demands that Frankie snuggle her when they’re on a long drive. She even fell asleep on his lap once, with her face resting in the curve of the steering wheel.
Charlie is Frankie’s baby, and Frankie is her favorite human. The two of them are each other’s soulmates, Frankie thinks. His baby girl, his fluffy baby, his cuddlebug. His girl. His one true love is his dog, his Charlie.
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SO HEAR ME OUT an nsfw alphabet for draco
hey bestie - im literally so excited to do this (: i have a guilty pleasure of reading nsfw alphabets so u really hit the nail on the head with this request . n e ways , enjoy !
AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (duh but still) , hair pulling , breeding k!nk , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , masturbation , choking , light bondage , praise kink , general adult themes and content so please only read if ur okay with that .
reblogs are always appreciated ! <3
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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
draco is the literal definition of a fluff fic after sex - hes so soft and loving and affectionate . if the sex was on the rougher side , draco goes out of his way to kiss any bruises , cuts , or red marks he may have left on you, soothing the sinfully painful spots with soft touches of his suddenly gentle fingertips.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
draco is built like a greek mf god , and he knows it . he’s all lean , toned muscles and his alabaster pale skin only makes him look more ethereal . draco is quite proud of his body and isn’t afraid to show off if needed.
draco literally loves everything about you , and you’ve tried over and over to get him to pick his most favorite - he never does it because he’s a stubborn little shit and refuses to let you think that he values one part of you over any other . finally , you wore him down to coming up with a top 3 : your hands , your hair , and your chest .
your hands as they fit perfectly in his , they brush his hair out of his eyes with a gentleness that melts him every time (and the way you dig your nails into his back or his arms iykyk) .
draco loves your hair mostly because its the exact opposite of his own ; long , thick , and chocolate brown . he’s constantly playing with your hair , whether that's running his hands through it or gently tugging on it to get your attention . he would kill you if you ever told anyone , but draco taught himself how to braid your hair so he would have something repetitive to do to calm his anxiety .
draco loves your chest : he's such a boob guy . he is such a boob guy . even in a non-sexual context , draco loves having his hands up your shirt just feeling how soft your breasts are , the way that he can feel your heartbeat if you’re still enough . when things are getting *frisky* draco loves your tits - in his hands , using his mouth on them , titty-fucking you , literally everything .
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
draco has a huge breeding kink , but is simultaneously terrified of getting you pregnant. he knows that he wants to be a dad eventually , but draco malfoy is the king of daddy issues™ and can’t fathom having a child right now .
that doesn’t stop him from filling you up with his cum every time you guys fuck - draco loves watching your face as you take his entire load , begging him not to pull out .
once he does , though , draco’s head is immediately between your legs watching his manhood drip out of you , fingering it out of you while you whimper at the way he seems to hit all the right spots .
he’s extremely thankful for the tiny , yellow birth control pills that you’re on , and he reminds you every day to take them .
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
draco had never , ever said i love you to someone during or after sex until the two of you had your first time . now , its a normal occurrence for draco to tell you how much he loves you as he thrusts into your pretty , fucked out body . he lets his forehead fall to yours , moaning the words in between heavy breaths as he finishes inside you .
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
draco had a couple of hookups , and a complicated friends with benefits situation before the two of you got together , so he was somewhat experienced by the time you guys finally got down to it . he made sure you felt so good the entire time , using every trick in his book to make you cum around him over and over until he reached completion as well .
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
draco is a sucker for regular old missionary . he likes being able to watch your face as you take every inch of him , watching your facial expressions change and morph under the influence of his pleasure . if he’s eager to feel you - all of you - draco will hook one of your legs over his shoulders , giving him better access to your sex . this is the one instance where draco wont keep eye contact with you : he can't resist watching himself slide in and out of you , coated in your cum .
however
he's an absolute sucker for you riding him , too . he loves to let you take control and chase your pleasure - plus the visual of you bouncing up and down on his cock , eyes rolling back into your head as you hit all the right spots is enough to send him over the edge . if you get tired while on top , draco will gladly hold your hips in place , fucking up into you until you practically collapse into him , entirely taken over by the force of your orgasm.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
intimacy is something that didn’t come easy for you and draco; he’d never been with someone that he actually loved before you . there was a deep intensity to the emotions shared between you two during sex , and draco viewed that time between the both of you as something almost sacred . foreplay , or just general teasing can be silly with you two , but making love is more serious .
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
draco keeps himself trimmed , but not entirely clean shaven , and the hair down there is darker than his signature white-blond locs .
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
(refer back to g but i could talk about this for days) draco is incredibly romantic when it comes to sex . your first time was like something out of a movie - draco had lit candles everywhere , filling the room with soft , flickering light , as well as changing the sheets on your bed to a soft , white cotton . he’d taken his time making you comfortable ; you and draco had talked through all your fears for hours before he laid a hand on you . once you were ready , draco’s touches had been soft and slow and tender all over your body - he’d made you feel like the angel you were . quickly , you learned that draco wasn’t like that just because it had been your first time ; draco made an effort to make sex just as special every time.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
draco was raised thinking that masturbation was a shameful act , something dirty and below him (you literally can not tell me that this isn't true i'll fight it until the day i die . as much as i love narcissa the malfoy family fkn sucks and they damaged draco so bad . anyways) so it’s very rare that he’ll get himself off. when he does , its somewhere where he can quickly get rid of the evidence , such as the shower .
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
while draco makes sex between you two meaningful and special , that doesn’t mean that he’s afraid to be rough (after yall have had a long talk about it before where you gave him enthusiastic consent ofc . )
draco loves to pull your hair or wrap a hand around your throat while he’s hitting it from the back , so much so that he’ll bring your back up to his chest .
he really enjoys a bit of light choking here and there - just enough to watch your pretty face flush with blood , making your moans the slightest bit weaker .
draco loves to tie your hands up above your head while he’s eating you out as well ; it makes you take all the pleasure he’s willing to give , and he lives for the way your body writhes and bucks under his skillful tongue.
you literally can not tell me that draco doesn’t have a praise kink - both giving and receiving . draco loves to tell you how good of a job your doing whether you're sucking him off or taking all of him inside you , and he’s constantly reassuring you that you’re doing such a good job.
however
he fucking loves when you praise him as well (my theory as to why is so fkn sad so we wont go over that here) but that boy lives for you telling him how good he’s making you feel , and when you encourage him nodding and whining for him to go faster . its the one thing that undoes him almost immediately , and he flushes furiously every time you tell him just how fantastic he’s doing .
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
you and draco rarely get it on outside of your bedrooms at hogwarts , or your childhood rooms when you’re home for the summer - but there’s an exception to every rule. draco has absolutely ruined you in the quidditch changing rooms after a rather brutal loss , and he’s the king of shower sex , too.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
praise !! draco loves you telling him how good his dick feels , or his tongue , or his hands . he also appreciates when you’re rather direct with him - telling draco exactly where you want him , what you want him to do - it drives him absolutely insane . hearing such dirty words come from your sweet , innocent mouth kills him , and it makes draco that much more excited.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
there's nothing draco wouldn’t try at least once , but he’s rather uncomfortable with voyeurism. he hates the idea of anyone else seeing your body , watching how you wriggle and whine underneath him as he makes you cum . while the two of you have done it in some questionable locations , draco had made sure that no one could see .
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
while draco loves your mouth wrapped around him , that boy could spend all day between your legs . he's nothing short of obsessed with eating you out , and its one of his favorite things to do for you . he cant help the way it makes him feel - hearing you whimper and moan while you pull on his hair , your back arching off the bed when his tongue flicks in just the right way . he gets a sort of high from it , and absolutely prides himself on making you cum with just his tongue .
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
it really depends on the day . draco loves fucking you slow , watching his manhood slide in and out of your pretty body coated in your arousal , but he cant resist fucking you so hard he leaves bruises , either . if its just a regular day , the two of you fall somewhere in between , a perfect mix of rough and sweet .
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
draco loves a good quickie every once in a while ! sometimes he needs a release , and your body is his favorite vessel . usually quickies are where the two of you get a little more risky - he’ll grab your arm , pulling you into an empty classroom or the shower and take you then and there .
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes and no . draco would try anything and everything , especially if you asked him to , but there are some things that are a one-and-done for him . the two of you are good at talking about that stuff - if something made one of you uncomfortable , the other would understand 100% . its all about the balance of boundaries and still being adventurous.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
draco would fuck you all day if you would let him . he can make you cum many , many times before he’ll allow himself to even get close , and even then his stamina is through the roof . he can go at least 3 rounds if not more , and switch positions as many times as you’d like .
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
while draco doesn’t mind you using toys on yourself , they do make him slightly jealous . you gently tease him about this sometimes , how he works himself into a sulk over an inanimate object - however, that usually leads to your hands tied to his headboard , draco holding a vibrator on your clit until you can’t take anymore orgasms.
you two have expirimented with using your vibrator during sex , but draco much prefers playing with your clit over using an outside source , and seretly , you do too . he’s amazing with his hands , and rubs tight , fast circles onto your sensitive nub while his hips snap against yours only intensifying the sensation .
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
draco loves to tease you - he likes to watch the way you come undone under the slightest touches of his hands . very rarely does he tease you for long - he can’t resist giving you what you want , what you’re begging him for in that high , breathy voice .
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s a loud motherfucker all the time , and the bedroom is no exception . draco’s moans are music to your ears , and they turn you on more than anything . his already rough voice only gets raspier , and deeper , too . he loves to talk dirty to you , but as he approaches his orgasm , he can barely form full sentences . his cocky pillow talk turns to almost desperate moans and whimpers as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker , his hips snapping against yours hard . his groans as he cums are heavenly , especially since he’s usually buried his head in your neck or dropped his forehead to yours by then .
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
we all know that draco have a superiority / god complex (as he should 😌) , and this manifests in the bedroom - you would’ve never known , though , if it weren’t for a complete accident . you and draco had been studying together , and he’d asked one of the yes or no questions written on a flashcard . not thinking about your actions , you’d answered the question with “no, sir” - then physically felt draco’s entire body stiffen underneath you . you’d picked up on it immediately , blood flooding your face as you’d asked him if he liked it .
yes , he did .
he loves when you call him sir as he’s fucking the life out of you - like , he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot .
when you want to fuck with him for whatever reason , you’ll jokingly call him ‘sir’ in front of your friends
you’ll pay for it later , though
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
mans is built in every sense of the word . draco is quite well endowed , which was something that took you a bit to get used to . he was never one to measure - it just seemed wrong to him , like he was doing something dirty - but by your estimations , draco is about 7 inches . he’s thicker than most , too , which only adds to your pleasure .
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
draco lives in a constant state of horny™ . he can’t help it - something about you brings out his most primal instincts . he’s so in love with you and your body that he can rarely keep his hands off of it , but he knows how to control himself . he tries to match your sex drive ; when yours is high , his is too , but he doesn’t mind waiting on you to give him the green light if you’re libido has been lower .
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
its safe to say that the both of you are extremley tired after sex - its quite the workout . draco is so soft once he’s finished , and he would live in that post-sex haze forever if he could ; he’s all sweet kisses and skin-to-skin contact , but he’ll usually wait until you fall asleep on him before he can drift off . something about making sure that you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him fills draco with a sense of immense pride . once you’ve fallen asleep, depending on how vigorous everything was , draco will usually fade pretty soon after ; on the off chance that he still has some energy , draco stays up and watches you . he looks at you as if you were a piece of art , usually following the soft lines and curves of your face with a gentle finger ; admiring you like the angel you are .
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May I Have This Dance? PART 2 (Sal Fisher x Reader)
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Summary: After you confront Ash on your crush on Sal, she takes you to some friends who she believes to have good advice on what you should do. Meanwhile Sal is trying to work up the courage to asking you out.
Warnings: Swearing, possible mentions of drug use, slight angst?
It had been a few days after your conversation with Ashley, that day she had taken you to go meet up with Maple and Chug, who were somehow excellent advice givers. Not only that, but they knew how to keep a secret too, you weren’t too trustful of them at first, but after a couple of days with their lips sealed, you started to trust them a bit more.
So there you were sitting in your apartment with Ash, your mom was out getting groceries, so it gave you two some time to try and plan out how to ask Sal to the prom. Little did you two know that Larry and Sal were doing the exact same thing on the fourth floor in Sals room.
“I was thinking of either wearing this purple dress I have, or a green one.” Ash commented as she messed with her polaroid camera.
“I think the purple would really compliment your eyes.” Ash smiled at your feedback and nodded her head in agreement.
“What do you think Larry, Todd, and Sal are doing?” She questioned, getting up and sitting beside you at your desk and taking a look at what you were writing.
You have been spending almost the whole day writing down ideas on how to ask out Sal, but everything that came to mind just sounded either cheesy, dumb, or both.
“Probably playing some video game on Sals gear boy.” You responded, sitting next to Sal and watching over his shoulder as he attempted to beat a video game was one of your favorite things to do, you found it adorable how he celebrated every time he beat a level.
“Speaking of Sal, these ideas of yours are starting to get pretty creative!” Ash took the paper you had been scribbling on from the desk and started to read what you had been writing.
Quickly, you snatched the paper back, even though you appreciated the compliment, you couldn’t help but imagine every way Sal could turn down every idea you came up with.
Sal stood in front of a mirror in Larrys room, messing with his hair and thinking of how he’d style it for prom.
“You should do a bun, I heard a lot of people find those attractive.” Larry commented from somewhere in the room, he himself was occupying his time with a painting he was working on.
“Nah dude.” He let his hair fall to his shoulders as he removed his pigtails, messing with the blue strands in his face.
“They’ll probably like your hair regardless what it looks like! If you wanna go with something mature then maybe you should just wear your hair down.” He continued to suggest from his easel.
“Yeah maybe,” he began, touching his prosthetic. “Larry, what if I want to kiss them?” That caught his attention real fast.
“Then do it bro! Nothings holding you back, unless of course they don’t want to.” He set his brush down and made his way over to the mirror, putting his hands on Sals shoulders.
“Yeah but.. They’ve never seen me without my prosthetic before, what if I scare them?” This was Sals usual nervous thoughts, always afraid of how his appearance would affect others.
“You’re not gonna scare them, trust me. You know (Y/N) better than that, they’ve gotta be the most kindest, and accepting person we know!” Larry tried to reassure his friend as Sal lowered his hand from his prosthetic, turning his gaze to his feet.
“I guess.” Deep down he knew Larry was right, but all the anxiety pent up inside just wouldn’t budge.
“The dance is in two days, you still have time to think of what you want to say to them.” And that’s all Sal thought of for the next two days, practicing in the mirror, even asking his dad for advice, which ended horribly since Henry was more proud of the fact that Sal wanted to ask someone out rather than giving him advice.
“Mom, I have to get going soon.” You tried to exclaim as your mother snapped another photo of you in your prom dress, part of you was feeling disappointed that you never got to ask Sal to the dance, but he had been avoiding you for the past few days now.
In fact, you actually started to grow worried that somebody might’ve told Sal about your little crush on him, your bets were on Chug. You could see him somehow spilling the beans on accident and then immediately trying to take it back and playing it off as a joke.
“Oh just one more photo!” Your mother cheered, snapping you from your thoughts, but before your mother could continue on with her photo shoot, there was a knock at the door.
“Those are my friends, can I go now?” You asked in a more harsh tone, trying to hint that you were getting impatient. Honestly, your mother could probably fill a whole scrap book with the amount of photos she had taken of you.
“Oh, fine! Maybe I could get a picture with you and your friends though?” She attempted one last time to get a few more pictures out of you.
“Mom!” You whined as you stepped over to the door, opening it to see your dear friends, Larry, Ash, and Sal.
“Heya (Y/N)!” Ash chirpped, she was wearing that purple dress that she spoke of a couple days ago. Larry and Sal were both in suits, and even though Sal still wore that blank prosthetic mask, he looked nervous for some reason.
“Hey (Y/N), y- you look nice.” Sal spoke, and wanted to punch himself for stuttering. Larry nudged Sal lightly and did his best not to burst into laughter right there.
“Thanks Sal! You look lovely too, are we ready to go? Where’s Todd.” You questioned, looking around for that brainy friend of yours.
“He’s helping Chug out with his outfit, he’s kinda nervous since he wants to ask Maple out.” It was Sals turn to nudge Larry back and give him a look from behind his prosthetic.
“Dude! We weren’t supposed to tell anyone!” Ashley and you both laughed a little, and honestly it was because you both knew Chug liked Maple from the start.
“Trust us, our lips are sealed!” You commented, stepping out of her apartment and waving your mom behind before closing the door before she could come attack you four with her camera.
You and the others stepped out of the building into the night, Larry pulled some car keys out of his pocket and unlocked Lisa’s car, which wasn’t far.
“We’re taking your moms car? Please tell me she’s okay with this.” You asked Larry, he only laughed and patted your shoulder.
“Yeah, she’s completely chill with me using her car tonight as long as I don’t wreck it! Only problem is that one of the seats is unavailable, and there’s six of us.” Larry explained.
“I call shot gun then!” Ash shouted as she rushed to the car in heels, it amazed me how fast she could run in those, even if they weren’t that high.
Chug and Todd had made their way out of the apartment just as Ash got to the car, you could now see what Larry was talking about when he said Chug was nervous. The poor guy was sweating bullets.
“Two people are gonna have to sit in the trunk.” Larry continued to explain, and Todd immediately spoke up.
“Chug can’t sit in the trunk, this nervous wreck will throw up all over Lisa’s car.” Chug tried to protest, claiming he wasn’t nervous, but it was clear to everyone that he was.
“I don’t mind sitting in the trunk.” Sal finally spoke, he seemed less nervous than before has he proceeded towards the car.
“Well then it’s settled I guess, (Y/N) and Sal will sit in the trunk, Todd and Chug will sit in the back, and Ash and I will sit in the front!” Before you could even try and argue with him, Larry was following Sal to the car with Chug and Todd close behind.
Why would you even try to fight with him on this? Being stuck in a small space with Sal Fisher? It was the perfect moment to try and make a move, you supposed you just didn’t want the others to overhear you, or end up having Ash tease the both of you.
“So you decided to join me?” Sal joked as you climbed into the trunk and laughed.
“Guess so!” You sat beside him as Larry closed the trunk and got into the drivers seat, starting the car and putting on some heavy metal music. Nobody really seemed to complain since he was giving everyone a ride.
“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” He continued to conversation as the car was too noisy for anyone else to hear the two of you.
“Fine I guess, a bit nervous.” He seemed to relate to that as he nodded and stared up at the ceiling of the car, the both of you sat side by side, with your hands dangerously close. His nails were painted black, his hand looked so soft and holdable.
“What are you so nervous about? We’re gonna have fun tonight.” He stated that with enough confidence that it almost felt like a fact.
Silence fell between the two of you as Larry’s metal music started to overtake the car, the sound of Todd reassuring Chug mixed into the ambiance of the car. Slowly, just ever so slowly, your hand creeped closer to Sals, your mind raced with thoughts both positive and negative, what if he pulled away? What if he held your hand? Before your hand could even touch his, Larry took a tight turn, and Sals body crashed into yours.
“Larry!” You could hear Ash yell from the front of the car, your head hit the floor of the trunk rather roughly.
“What!” Larry cackled as he continued to drive the car, the pain in your head instantly faded when you made eye contact with the blue haired boy on top of you in a rather intimate position.
“U- Uh- I- I’m so- so sorry (Y/N)!” He immediately sat up and pulled himself off you as you sat up yourself. Before you could try and say anything, Larry took another tight turn and this time you fell against Sals chest, his back colliding with the side of the trunk.
“Larry! Sal and (Y/N) are in the trunk without seatbelts! Could you be a bit more gentle on those turns!?” Todd spoke up this time, you were just praying he wouldn’t turn back and take a look at the two of you, now smushed together.
“S- Sal I’m sorry!” You could feel your face practically about to burst into flames as you tried to pull yourself up, and his hand wrapped around your wrist to help support you.
“I- It’s okay, it’s neither of our faults, just Larry’s reckless driving.” He chuckled off the tension between the two of you as the car started to come to a halt. Todd turned back in his seat as Chug exited the car.
“Hey, we’re here.” He stated bluntly before leaving the car. Larry opened the trunk for the two of you as the both of you climbed out, Sal gave Larry a punch on the shoulder.
With that, most of your friends vanished into the crowd of students you have known for a while, you stuck close to Larry and Sal though as you made your way into the schools gym, which was now decorated surprisngly nicely by your peers. Students were dancing, chatting, and overall having a nice time.
“Hey, hey (Y/N)!” Ash shouted over the music, she looked relieved that she finally found you. It had been almost an hour into prom, and you have just been standing to the side and dancing to some of your favorite songs. Maple had came by a few times to ask you about the Sal situation, but you didn’t have much to say to her. You just didn’t know how to approach him after that moment in the car.
“Yeah Ash?” You responded to her, you knew your voice was gonna be a bit soar after tonight, but who cared?
“I got the DJ to play a slow song after this one! You need to go find Sal!” Ash yelled to you, instantly your face heated back up almost similar to that moment in the car.
“Why would you do that!?” Now beginning to panic, Ash took you by the shoulders and looked you in the eyes.
“Because the both of you need to just get your shit together and dance!” And with that she pushed you off into the crowd to go find Sal.
Instead of finding Sal, you found Travis Phelps, school bully and your friend groups worst enemy. You couldn’t help but sometimes feel bad for the guy though, since you heard his dad was a preacher and he was always looking a little beat up. Travis gave you a disgusted look.
“Oh, it’s you, I overheard you and that bitch.” He sneered, you wanted to defend Ashley, but he went on. “Do you really think that freaks gonna wanna dance with you?”
“Shut up Travis, all you ever do is pick on us, I don’t understand what we did to deserve your cruelty!” You replied, clearly upsetted by his comment.
“Whatever, can’t wait to hear all about how Sally Face rejected you tonight!” His final remark made your heart sink, as you heard a familiar voice from behind you. Sal was standing there with Larry close behind, looking ready to beat the crap out of Travis.
Waves of embarrassment washed over you as Sal just seemed to blankly stare at you, was Travis right? Did he really not like you like that? You didn’t want to think about it, you did the only thing you could think of, which was to run away from the three of them and escape to the outside of the school.
You hated Travis for doing that to you, he let everything you worked so hard on just slip out right in front of Sal. Hot tears filled your eyes as you collapsed to your knees, attempting to frantically wipe your tears.
“Stupid, stupid..” You mumbled, the music from the gym had made its way outside the building now muffled though and more quiet, you always hated how loud school gatherings would play their music. As you attempted to contain yourself, you heard the door you exited from open and close, and a soft and gentle voice call out to you.
“(Y/N)?” Sal called, the sound of his shoes against the concrete floor rang in your ears as you lifted your head.
“Sal.. I’m sorry. I..” You were lost for words, what were you suppoed to tell him? Try and lie? Tell the truth? You soon snapped out of it again as you heard slow music begin to play from inside the gym, and Sal offered his hand out to you a bit hesitantly.
“(Y/N), may I have this dance?” Your heart sank as you quickly took his hand, he pulled you onto your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping his other hand entangled with yours.
The both of you were so close that you could hear him softly breathe against his prosthetic, your heartbeats were almost in sinc as he began to lead you passively with the song. His eyes remained on yours, and yours remained on his.
“Sal,” you began, he was all ears, “Do you like me?” He lightly laughed at your comment, which made you a bit nervous until he responded.
“(Y/N), I’ve had a crush on you for like, three years. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this since forever.” He spoke softly, you never knew that he could be this romantic, it made your heart just want to burst from your chest.
The song eventually ended, but Sal continued to hold you, slowly he untangled his hand with yours and touched the bottom of his prosthetic. You had always silently theorized what Sal may have looked like under his prosthetic, so excitement overcame you as Sal slowly lifted his prosthetic off his face.
“You’re.. A work of art.” The compliment escaped your lips before you could even process them, his cheeks grew deep red as he sheepishly smiled.
“Thank you, (Y/N), would you.. Or.. Could I um.. Kiss you?” He softly asked, of course you responded with a nod before pulling him into a light kiss. Sal instantly dropped his prosthetic and carressed the side of your face with his now free hand, you wrapped both your arms around his neck as he kissed you back lovingly and passionately.
When the two of you separated, you both were blushing messes, and lost for words. Your moment was at and end when you heard Larry open the door and call out for you two, Sal took your hand and gave you a caring smile.
“We should head back now, okay? Enjoy the rest of the night.”
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read this :) if you want more Sally Face content lmk!
#sally face#sal fisher#sal fisher x reader#sally face x reader#larry johnson#ashley campbell#todd morrison
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