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roses-r-rosie3 · 9 months

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Prank You Very Much

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Crack, Jason & Damian being pranksters,

Summary: Jason and Damian are having a prank war and the reader gets caught in the middle of it

A/n: This is very inspired by the "Prank you very much" Episode from lab rats.

Quote: "You two have been pulling pranks on each other for three weeks straight and I always end up paying for it!"

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You didn't know how Jason and Damian's whole petty prank war started, nor did you want to know. But what you did know was that you were always caught in the middle of it. Like last week when you were hanging out with Jason. Jason was in the middle of playing some type of video game and you got up to use the restroom, leaving only Jason and Damian in the room.

"Hey Damian could you grab me a water, I'm trying to beat my high score, and if I stop this cyborg will melt me, and if that happens the colonial bomb will go off and if that happens-"

"I will get your water just stop talking" Damian said in annoyance.

But then Damian stopped and remembered the prank war that was still ongoing.

"I know your tricks Todd you're not going to fool me" Damian said confidently.

All of a sudden you came out of the hallway and into the kitchen area.

"Hey Jay, I was thinking I should make your family something to eat before we have to go" You said as you walked up to the fridge.

"DON'T OPEN THE-"

BAM!

(Btw I love this episode of Lab Rats sm😭❤️)

When you opened the fridge a mix of mustard, ketchup, and mayo blasted onto your face and body.

"Fridge.."

You slowly turned around in anger to give Jason the death-glare. Damian stood there, trying to hold in his laughter.

"Someone's getting put in the doghouse~" Damian whistled.

"Would it help at all if I said that was supposed to be Damian's face?" Jason laughed nervously.

"Jason Peter Todd!" you yelled.

Jason scrambled out of the room quicker than even the flash could.

"Well y/n because of this whole.. fiasco.. I would assume that you are taking my side in me and your boyfriend's little rivalry" Damian suggested.

Now it was Damian's turn to receive a death-glare from you, and he too scrambled out the room.

And a couple days ago when you were getting ready in your shared apartment with Jason. When you got out the shower and looked into the mirror your hair was hot pink.

"Jason!" You yelled.

Jason came rushing into your room and saw your hair and immediately bursted out laughing.

"This isn't funny! I had things I had to do today!" you complained.

"I'm guessing Damian put hair dye in the wrong shampoo bottle. HA! wait a minute.. how did he get into our apartment.." Jason said.

"Can this day get any worse" you whined as you picked up the blow dryer.

When you turned on the blow dryer, baby powder and glitter came flying out of it, causing Jason to laugh even harder. It took you all day to get the dye and glitter out of your hair. You finally decided that enough was enough, and that you were going to end it. You asked Alfred for a little favor and your plan was complete.

That day, Jason and Damian were walking upstairs from training, and the fresh scent of Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookies filled the air. Jason and Damian were immediately alured by the smell and went straight to the kitchen. As soon as they stepped inside, a trap was set, and little did they know, they were hanging upside down.

"Hey! What is this!" Damian yelled.

"It was me, with a bit of help from Alfred, but that's not the point" you said as you revealed yourself.

"You two have been pulling pranks on each other for 3 weeks straight and I always end up paying for it!" you said.

"He started it!" Jason said as he pointed to Damian.

"Well if you didn't dye Titus pink then-"

"Enough! I am sick of your pranks so if you don't stop, for Jason, I will burn all of your pride and prejudice books" you said as you held Jason's book in your hand.

"You wouldn't dare!" Jason gasped.

"Pffft, really you're that concerned over a book?" Damian scoffed.

"And for your Damian, I will shave off all of Alfred's hair" you said as Alfred (the cat) snuggled next to your leg.

"That's evil!" Damian yelled.

"Now, will the two of you stop your prank war? Or do I have to stick to my word?" you asked.

"Yes!"

"Deal!"

You clicked the button on your phone, and both of them were let down. After that day, both Damian and Jason learned something important. Damian learned not to get on your bad side, and Jason learned to hide his books in a safer place if he ever pissed you off.

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lonepantheress · 1 year

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♡ txt as sassy boyfriends

pairing: ot5!txt x reader

genre: crack

warnings: completely unserious.

a/n: working on masterlist and intro post and all soon. REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW!! <3 tysm for all ur love. now onto the apocalypse of diva boyfriends... i got carried away

Yeonjun

He’ll “K” you if you piss him off

Actually just a sassy texter in general, but the “K” is the cherry on top because it’s like an invitation to curse him out.

Also an avid user of the eye-roll emoji.

you: who was that girl u were talking to??

yj: girl 💀

Oh! Okay!

I actually feel like he would “girl.” you a lot.

LIKE - he could be sassy outside of texting but he seriously gives me the vibe of someone who will deliberately and strategically leave you on “read” and “delivered” for hours.

Strikes me as loving to gossip about your life.

Is someone pissing you off at work? Omg spill, tell him every detail deep down in your brain that you wouldn’t even think of repeating in the mirror!

But ask him about his drama? Nosy. You’re nosy.

Don’t ask him? You don’t care.

Soobin

The facial expressions he pulls

He is so sweet

But if you say something that he is just not comprehending he is pulling the meanest face ever.

The eye-rolls, the snarls, the furrowed eyebrows, the sass shines through in that face.

Also gives the silent treatment real bad.

Thinking of that video where Yeonjun is like, “Are you actually upset??” and Soobin is giving 1. The dirtiest look ever 2. The cold shoulder.

He might also unintentionally say something super sarcastic and then shock both of you in the process.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I SAID THAT, DON’T LISTEN TO ME, DON’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, DON’T-”

He would give backhanded compliments because he thinks it’s helping to not hurt your feelings.

“Soobin, what do you think of my shoes?”

“Wow! They’re definitely unique! I wouldn’t have the confidence to wear-”

“Ok. I’m taking them off.”

Over-the-top reactions to very minuscule things.

Like, gets a stain on his shirt and gasps like he just saw a dead body and you’re like “???????????? are u ok????”

Beomgyu

Invented being a sassy boyfriend.

Everything the other ones do, he does, and then some.

But if I had to pick one thing that just screams Beomgyu it would be sucking his teeth when he’s annoyed.

He probably doesn't even realize he’s doing it so then when you call him out he’s like, “No, I literally didn’t.”

Also just says the most outrageous princess-behavior-ish things ever.

“Okay, I gtg get my beauty sleep in. Byeee!”

Like the pretty boys in movies, if you’re playfighting he’ll go, “Not my face!!!”

Drama queen. Always has to add a little flair no matter the situation.

if you're watching a sad movie together, he might start sobbing dramatically and saying things like, "this is too much for me to handle!" or "i can't take the heartbreak!" even if it's not that emotional of a scene.

Or asking you to play a game with him so he could deliberately beat you, and then getting all mad when you beat him, “I love you, a lot, so I was just letting you win..”

Taehyun

Sarcasm

Enough sarcasm and snarky comebacks to drive you crazy.

His smart mouth makes you want to smack him sometimes.

Also a dirty-look giver.

Picturing this exact scenario rn: You guys go out to eat, he gets something that looks good, and you ask, “Can I try it pleaassseeeee??”

Cue -_- “Are you serious.”

Don’t even try catching him off guard because he’ll come up with some sarcastic comeback in an instant.

I also think he would be mature when arguing but he could petty really quickly. Especially in a situation where you both know that you’re in the wrong.

“Ok, y/n, list one thing that justifies this situation.” Followed by silence for a solid minute. “Mmmhmm, right, nothing.”

Or if you say something wrong, he’ll just go, “No, that’s not right,” and then not fucking correct you and tell you why it isn’t right.

When you spill something or unintentionally make a mess, he’ll give you a round of applause before going to help you. (I do this tbh…)

Huening Kai

You learn early on that he has an attitude problem.

He also reads into things too much.

So if you give him a short answer, he thinks you’re giving him an attitude, and he fights fire with fire.

Tries soooooo hard to act like he doesn’t gaf about anything

“Kai, what do you want to eat? I’m about to order.”

“Ugh.. I don’t care….. like I guess some ramen or something would be good but like I don’t care…..”

“So, you want Ramen?”

“I mean I guess that sounds good, I don’t care but yeah it sounds good.”

Classic arms crossed hip popping mom pose.

He's a master of the eye roll and will do it often, especially when he thinks someone is being ridiculous or when you're being too extra.

But god forbid you call him extra, he might actually have an aneurysm.

The type to send you videos on TikTok and be annoyed if you just heart them but don’t give him an actual reaction.

In his mind, he is literally the next Christian Dior, and he’ll spend time putting an outfit together and act like he doesn’t care when you give him a compliment.

“Oh? This old thing? I just pulled out whatever from my closet, you know..”

But if you criticize him in anyway shape or form, he'll go off on a tangent about how he's a trendsetter and you just don't understand his vision.

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iluvmyhannie · 2 years

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Pretty just for me

Genre- smut, perv Han, obsessiveness, fluff

Pairing- Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count- like over 11k (don’t worry it goes by fast)

Warnings- smut, perv Han, obsessiveness, unprotected sex(please be careful btw) angst, oral(f recieving), fingering, praising, reader has abusive mother:/, Reader is insecure, fluff ending, a lot of aftercare;) ig the reader in this would be considered virgin but it’s not like she’s stupid if you know what I mean.…… I thinks that’s it just let me know if I misses anything:/ oh and MINORS DNI

Notes- so this is something I’ve imagined maybe for a month straight before I even started writing things and it came out longer than expected:/ but I actually am really proud of this and took me a while to put all of it to words and correct it but here is the finished product:) btw, this is mostly in Hans pov which makes it even more crazy so tell me what u think cause this took me a couple days so yeah, enjoy;)

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“No, please no” He said as he was rushing out of his apartment trying to get to the main lobby elevator. Han wasn’t always the type to get up early, especially when he didn’t need to but there was a reason today….and what has been maybe a month or so. He had known that there was a certain someone heading down to the main coffee shop in the main complex of the lobby going to get their everyday breakfast, and them having no clue in the world though, he was trying to see you for even just a few seconds. He had to get there; he has to see you. As he was getting his bag to make it seen as if he’s off to a busy day, he quickly rushed out the door heading out the quiet hallway and to the main elevator. He waited for maybe 20 seconds holding the elevator open and when he finally sees you, what he seems to observe is a women standing at the door of the flat you had just come out of, he usually sees this. he walks in as if he didn’t just have a tantrum getting ready(almost late). You walk in, hair slightly done, wearing a casual dress that hugged your waist and flared out at the bottom but just short enough to catch a person’s attention, you didn’t ever really look for attention though. As he sees you step in, he takes in the fact that your standing next to him and tells himself to loosen up, he looks up at you and nods. “good morning” he says, usually his voice cracks but today it didn’t. “good morning” you say back knowing the casual when in the elevator together. He knows you don’t speak Korean or ever have with other people whenever he’s near so he speaks in English. He thinks of it in this way, he’s not great at English, but would speak it for the rest of his life if he had to communicate with you. Every day he practices his English, and usually in the house by himself he started the habit of doing so. The elevator was mirrored all throughout and you saw each other. Han was looking at you, you were looking at yourself, checking if you looked good today, if you don’t look like you rushed this morning to get downstairs, but you knocked your head down, disappointed at your image. You were really the prettiest girl though, Han thought that he had never seen such an angel so delicate and polite ever in his life, he didn’t even know your name, but here he was, thinking the most unprofessional thoughts of you. You were so innocent and small, he hated to think such things but he couldn’t help it when you look this pretty for him. He convinced himself that it was for him, even though you have no idea who he was. He was disappointed to see your face when you looked back at the mirrored elevator, he knew what you were thinking and hated the untrue thoughts. He just wished he could tell you that you really are something special. But the sad thing he hated to think was that he was very badly obsessed with you. When the elevator arrived at the main 1st floor, Han lets you through first. He would always want to add something before you leave but he feels that if he added too much words, you would think something of it. It’s just his thoughts clouding over. As he steps out of the elevator just for a few seconds, he observes you going over to the coffee shop and waiting in line. He would stand behind you and wait, but again, too much he thought. And also, he had to do something he hated doing. Just as the elevator was about to close he quickly lets out his hand to catch the door and steps in, heading back to his flat thinking about the next step. As he walks into his apartment, he heads straight for his bedroom and sets his bag down by the nearest table and throws himself on the wide bed. In about an hour he has to meet the other members in the main dorms because they are all working on something. They still have their dorms but some of the members have their own flat to go to when on a break. He actually didn’t have a break but he couldn’t just leave you, he always thought. He knew he couldn’t fall back asleep before he had to leave the house but there was always the one option he went to. He started having deep thoughts about you, he always

did, especially after seeing you. Imagining you in his own bed, underneath him, begging for him to keep going, spread out for him, and calling his name. Currently, one of his hands starts going down his body and so happens to end up in his pants. Before he starts anything, he sits up on the bed and gets comfortable. He goes to the head of the bed where the pillows are and leans back to try and relax. Before he even finished he started lowering his pants and teased himself before he started jerking himself off. The feeling of the growing pain was the worst, he just had to fix it. His head was naturally falling back and the room was filled with his low groans. This time he was imagining you sitting on him for the first time, holding on to his shoulders, slowly falling apart. “Your doing so good for me baby”. The words just came out, not surprising himself. “you’re so pretty, just for me”. He was going faster, until he had made a mess of himself on his phone. Before even cleaning anything, he collapsed back onto the pillows and fell asleep until his alarm went off to go and meet the other members. The next day, Han did the usual. Wake up and walk you to the elevator and back to his apartment. Later in the afternoon, he was heading out to grab some food when he saw you at the lobbies coffee shop again. The shop was empty but he saw you sat down at one of the tables near a window. You had what it seemed to be a hot coffee in your hand and your phone in the other. He decided to sit down at one of the tables and act casual on his phone, and ready to get up and grab himself a drink. Before he was even about to stand up, he saw your figure stand up from your seat and slowly walk over to his table. “um excuse me, do you know of any places nearby to go to, like for maybe just passing by?” you say, feeling like your bothering this strange man. “I moved recently and have been basically stuck in my house because I’m scared I might get lost”, you say embarrassed but you both chuckled together at the funny thought. The mood felt light and felt comfortable. Han eventually gathered his thoughts and found what to say. “One place I can think of might be the flower field, by the local shops”. He saw your face light up when you heard the word “flowers”. “I’m pretty sure you might like that, its private and a lot of people go when wanting to sit and eat”. He felt like he accomplished a task he could never have thought he would do ever. “that’s perfect!” you say excitedly, until you looked a little concerned. “I’m sorry, my Korean isn’t very good, are you okay with English”? you say nervously. Han chuckled again at your cuteness, you looked helpless and he felt bad that you felt bad. “its okay. I speak English even though my grammar isn’t always the best” he laughs, which so happened to make you laugh. Your mood was light and was nice, he didn’t want the conversation to end and knew this was his only chance so he tried to keep thinking of what to say. “so, what made you move to Korea?” he asks, nervous if you didn’t want to continue. Surprisingly, you sat down across from him and was as equally interacted. “My mom moved here because a job thing, but I really don’t know how that’s going right now. She speaks Korean so it’s easier for her to get around but as far as me, it’s not so I’m taking classes.” He had noticed a slight frown growing on your face, so quickly tried to lighten the mood. “that’s good that your taking classes though, for me, I gave up when the silent leaders came in for English” you both laughed, as if you could relate in the same way. He felt so happy and so nervous at the same time. You had the most beautiful smile in the world, and today was the first day he saw it. After you both calmed down from the laughter and silly jokes, he decides to ask something he never would have thought he would. “if it’s okay with you, whenever you want, I can show you around and we can go to the place I was talking about.” Han became nervous and instantly started regretting everything. “I’d love that, why don’t we go tomorrow” you say Igor to

get outside. All the nervousness went away for him. “perfect, let me give you my phone number so you can tell me what time.” He says as you both swap phone numbers. He had the biggest smirk on his face, and he was trying so hard to hide it but it just wasn’t working. He was actually getting your phone number, and you both have plans…….together..his head still wasn’t rapping around the fact that you actually want to spend time with him. “let me repay you though, I feel bad taking your time up.” You say. “no, no, your fine.” He says not wanting you to spend anything on himself. “let me buy you a drink at least” you insisted. Before he could even respond, you were already up and walking over the counter. He smiled at the thought of you caring about him, even just a little. Thoughts and just more thoughts came flowing throughout his head. When he heard you walking back to the table, he quickly pushed the unhealthy thoughts out and smiled at you. You handed him his drink and a napkin as you sat back down. His mind was going all over the place because you gotten him his exact favorite thing to get. “how did you know to get this one” he says, still confused. “You seem like an iced americano type of guy” you shrug. “well, I better get home now, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you say. “I’ll see you then” he says, eyes wide. “oh wait, I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” he quickly added before you left the table. You replied and asked him the same. “you can call me Han or Jisung, whatever you’re okay with” he adds. “okay Han” you say in a jokingly way. He smirked and you walked off the elevator to get back to your flat. “no way” he mumbled to himself. He didn’t just do that, did he really? All by himself, without Chan?. Still shocked, he stood up and walked out of the shop with his iced coffee in his hand and went up to his place. He had forgotten that he was heading out to eat in the beginning so he made something when he got back. He was meeting you tomorrow. All night he couldn’t stop thinking about it, what if he screws things up and losses the change? He tried to stay positive and think about what to do tomorrow, but all thoughts were blank. He had to rely on just the natural course. Next morning, he decides to not go to the lobby to seem casual and he slept in. he had a small lunch in the day time and was now sitting on the sofa watching some documentary when all of a sudden he gotten a phone call from none other but you. As soon as his phone lit up, out of nervousness he threw his phone to the other side of the couch. He quickly ran over to get it and picked up sitting back down to relax. “Hey y/n!” he says, without making you suspicious of what just happened. You replied back, “hey, are you free right now? This is really the only time I have to go out.” You sounded drowsy on the phone, as if you just woke up. “yeah, right now is perfect! We can meet out in the lobby, I’ll call a cab.” Han was ready to meet you, even if he were in a dying situation he would still leave and see you. “okay great! Thanks again for taking the time, I’ll see you then?” he replied quickly to not seem as if he’s bored. “no problem, I’ll see you then” you both hung up. Han was having a panic attack right when you said, “right now”. He didn’t think you would say right now, well he did but he didn’t think you would really call in general. He thought that himself would have to end up making the call. Standing up from the couch in the phone in his hand, he quickly heads to his room and rushes to his closet. He looks throughout everything and finally after 10 minutes of staring at his cloths, he decides to wear an almost formal jacket, unbuttoned with a white t-shirt and black jeans. He wanted to look nice because he was planning on staying a while with you, he doesn’t know how long you’ll stay though. After fixing his hair and grabbing extra things he decides to bring a professional camera(that he stole from hyunjin) because he heard the sunsets are nice….and he was thinking he might sneak a pic or two of you. After rushing out of his place, almost

Slamming the door, he ran to the elevator and waited for you on the couches of the lobby. After what felt like maybe five minutes of pure anxiety he finally sees you. You were wearing a short white sun dress with light flowers all over. The dress hugged you tightly at your waist and your breasts, while the skirt flared at the right part of your body. It had thin spaghetti straps and on each of them, it had a small lace tied into a bow. Your hair was done wavy and let down with the top half up to bring out your pretty face structure. He choked on his water that he brought, but luckily you were looking away at the right moment. He stood up from the chair and straightened himself. You both faced and headed for each other. “didn’t think you’d actually come” you say jokingly. “oh come on” he says laughing at the thought of him just not caring to come, which was impossible. “the cabs out in the front, it wouldn’t even take us 10 minutes to get there”, you smiled knowing it wouldn’t take long. You both head out with Han right behind you. He extended his arm over you to reach the door first to hold the door open for you, he didn’t want such a small girl holding the door for anyone, or even yourself. As he was letting you and himself out, he noticed how short your skirt was. He’s seen you wear short things but today was slightly shorter. It was barely covering your under garments. He knew that if you had bended over to get something, even just a little, he would see everything you had hiding. Maybe that would be one of the secret tasks he would give himself for today, just later today, throw something one the floor and you’ll most likely pick it up he thought. Doesn’t sound so hard does it? Still spaced out, he happens to multitask and gets in the car with you, holding the door open as you crouch down to get in the car. Your skirt rises up but your hand reaches to the back to slid it back down, almost unnoticeable if someone wasn’t paying attention. The car ride wasn’t awkward at all for some reason. You both were talking and you were telling him about all the places you’ve for so long wanted to go to since you moved. He took notes and remembered every place for the next time, even though you never mentioned a next time, he’s just hoping there is. When the cab arrives, you look out the window and see the flower field. It was beautiful. It had large wide hills that expanded and flowers covering every inch of land there was. Only a few people in the far were sitting by themselves either eating or reading. You thought the sunsets here would look amazing, but it was still early in the afternoon. You both walk on the covered hill and find somewhere far and private to sit. You both were about to sit when you quickly went through your bag to find a yellow thin blanket. Han collapsed on the blanket and he noticed your small laugh at his silliness. He thought you looked so beautiful with all of the flowers near you. He wanted to so badly take a picture of you, but he didn’t know if you were comfortable with that. Until you noticed something near his hand, you didn’t really see all this time. “What’s that?” you say. “oh this? its my camera, I brought it just in case.” He says nervously, he knows you wouldn’t expect anything of it but still he got fidgety in the moment. “oh, you should take some pictures!” you say anxiously. He quickly rolls over to lay on his tummy in a funny way making you laugh and aims the camera at the sun, slightly lowering it to get the ground. He took the picture and then stretched his arm and showed you the picture. You were in a daze when you saw how good it came out. He couldn’t get the idea out of him taking the picture of you. Even if it’s not anything bad, he still wants something to keep for later he thought. In a joking way, to make it seen normal, he quickly sat up and lifted the camera to his face and aimed it to face you and made sure to get the rest of your body. He was far enough so you looked framed and could see you and the background perfectly. You yelped at the sudden flash of the picture being

taken but you laughed. You quickly sat next to him to see how the picture came out. He started getting fidgety again but he gained control and showed the camera of you. Your faced was surprised, he was shocked that you didn’t expect yourself to look that good in one shot. You took the camera, having your hand on his while he was still holding it as well, and observed the picture more. “Never thought it would turn out like this” you say smiling. This was the first time he ever saw you smile at yourself. He was proud, especially because he took it. He was instantly thinking about saving the picture for the rest of his life for sure. When you pulled your hand away to sit back, he put the camera to the side of him and suddenly you got up and started running down one of the hills. He saw you laughing and jumping, picking flowers, and throwing then up in the air while spinning around. He quickly got his camera and stood up. He started taking fast pictures of you. You noticed and signaled him to keep going. Eventually you yelled for him to come down with you and he came to you. You both were in a cloudy feeling, it felt ethereal. Both laughing and jumping, you ran to him and snatched his camera and started taking pictures of him. He was getting shy but he enjoyed that you were paying close attention to him. You both collapsed on the ground out of breath and smiled at each other. Such a silly girl he thought, so innocent. How is she ever going to handle for what’s to come with him. “Want to grab something eat?” voice low he asks, not wanting the day to end. “sure!, I haven’t eaten yet” you reply, handing back the camera. Both of you eventually, after figuring out what to eat, get up and pack when you had left on the upper hill and started walking to where you guys had come from. When met with the main road, he decided to not put his hand on you, but have his hand around the back of you as a guard. It started getting busy and he wanted you to be safe and protected by him. Once at the restaurant, you both sit down in the cold place, across from each other. You both ordered your dish, and Han helped with the translation part. While waiting for the food, you both look over the pictures that were taken and laughed at how silly you both were being. When the food arrived, he thought that you wouldn’t like the food, but instead you loved it. You loved trying new things and traveling, he noticed over the whole day, you were getting excited over the smallest things. Cute he always thought. You still looked as pretty, maybe even more from when he first saw you today. He could tell that you both were getting comfortable with each other. After eating, he decides to get up and pay. You try and stop him because of how much he already did today but he insisted. As soon as he sat back down, gathering his things and ready to leave, you get a phone call from your phone. He saw the caller ID and it was your mom. You quickly answered and it sounded as if you and she were arguing, but you were trying to hide it. He was concerned, but you then hung up and put your phone in your bag. “I have to get home” you say quietly. He noticed your mood change, but you weren’t bad at hiding it. “okay, is everything alright?” he asked in concern. Your head was down but you pulled it back up to lighten the mood again. “yeah, just in a rush I guess” you say, trying your best to give a warm smile. He nods his head and you both stood up and the cab was outside waiting. He opened the door for you and got into the car. The ride was halfway silent but It wasn’t awkward. Both of you were in just deep thought. One thinking about the call they just had, and the other….well..they were thinking about the other person. Once arrived back to the apartment complex, you both step out the car and Han opens the door you both to step in the lobby. Walking over to the elevator, you both step in. you were looking at yourself in the mirrored elevator. A blank face you had, but when he saw you look back at him, you smiled. He was glad he could make you smile, even for a little bit.

When you both stepped out of the elevator into the 4th floors hallway, you both face each other. “Thank you for today, I really had a good time with you” you say giving a big smile “no problem, it was nice seeing you. Whenever you want to go out just tell me, anytime!" you give a bigger smile at his response. "I’ll see you later then Han!" you say, he loved hearing you say his name, even if it was nothing much. "I’ll see you later y/n” after waving each other goodbye, you both walked away in the opposite direction in the hallway. getting near to his place he was in disbelief. “So, this is how she is” he mumbles smirking to himself. What a clueless little girl he thought. As he stepped to his flat, he put his key in and opened the door. It was silent, which for some reason felt weird. He heads to his bedroom and takes a shower, getting ready for bed. The camera was in the corner of his room and he instantly went to it. He looked over the pictures and connected it to his computer that was closed, laying on the side table. He then sat in bed while it was downloading the pictures and edited it there. When it finally loaded, he decided to put it as his home wallpaper. He smiled and then sighed. He felt like it was wrong to just do a quicky to the picture, but he thought about it and convinced himself that he usually does it after every time of seeing you so he quickly pulled his pants down and started pacing his hand on himself. Imagining you in your short dress rising it up for him, or even just you bending over to grab something and the skirt falling upwards to almost your waist, not pulling it down this time. It didn’t take him long to reach his high this time, usually it’s like this but he just spent the whole day with you so that was the main reason he thought. After his little session, he turned his computer off and fell asleep instantly. When Han had woke up the next day, he felt more refreshed than ever. He wanted to try doing his usual routine of seeing you so he got dressed and headed to the elevator without having breakfast yet. When he arrived at the elevator doors, he didn’t see you so he guessed you were already by the lobby going to the shop, but strange thing is that it never really happens. When stepping out of the elevator and into the lobby he didn’t see you there either. He started to panic. What if she left? What if something happened last night? While looking around, but making it look casual, he heads to sit down at the coffee shop. His stomach was growling and he saw people ordering food, which made it even worse. Eventually after sitting down trying to calm down by scrolling through his phone, he sees you from afar. You were in casual comfy clothes with a cardigan over. he noticed you looked tired, as if you didn’t get any sleep at all. You walk over and step into the line, not noticing him. When he saw you get your small sandwich and drink, you started heading for a table when you noticed him in the corner of the shop, near a small window. Han pretended to look up and finally see you while he gave a big smile and gestured to come his way. You came to him giving a big smile. “Good morning!” you say, trying to wake yourself up. “Morning” he replies but really wants to ask about last night but that might be pushing it maybe? “Hey so um, are you okay? You seemed in a big rush to get home, did I do something wrong or-“ “no you didn’t, my mom wanted me home, she didn’t know I was out.” You say while putting your head down, almost ashamed. He could tell that something else had happened last night, or even now. Looking at you, he saw something as if you were hiding your family life from him. He didn’t want to be one of the regular people to you though, he wanted to be someone that you could depend on and tell everything to. “oh ok, well if you ever want to go out again just tell me. I’m always ready to be the tour guide.” He said while giving a smirk, trying to make you give his favorite smile. You laughed at the thought of yourself just dragging him everywhere and him showing you places. “wellll, I can’t

really go out right now but we can meet up somewhere else if that’s okay with you?” you reply. Han got exited in his head, he was hiding it of course, but the only place he thought of was his house. The thought of you coming to his house was crazy, he never thought you would even talk to him in the first place, so how did it get to this? “Yeah, you can come by my place if you want?” he says unsure, scared you would turn down the offer, but instead you gave a warm smile. “That’s perfect, text the apartment number, I’ll be there in the afternoon” he was so happy you were going to come; the only thing was is that he needs to clean his house. With everything going on, he’s never really had time to properly straighten up and he wanted it to look presentable for you. “do you want me to bring some food, I’ll find something?” you ask, even though you don’t really know places to eat. “no your fine, I might make something” he says, you instantly were curious on his cooking. He could tell you were getting excited and all the past thoughts of this morning looks like it flashed away. Han would have stayed with you at the table, but he knew he had to start cleaning so you both made the plan official and said your greetings. he started cleaning, he found that mostly everything was just out of place. He vacuumed and sprayed maybe what felt like 10 cans of Febreze. He wanted to cook something that wasn’t too out of your range so he just did rice with multiple options of meat and vegetables. He wanted to feel comfortable so he put on sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He wanted to eat with you so when he finished cooking, he left it on the side of the stove until you came. He sat down on his couch and turned on the tv. He sat back and waited for maybe five minutes until he heard a tiny knock on his door. He fluffed and combed through his hair with his fingers while rushing to the door. He opened the door and you were standing there, giving the biggest smile. You had on cotton shorts with an oversized graphic t-shirt. He gestured his hand for you to come in and as you were walking in, he noticed your bunny slippers. As you walked the ears went up and the funniest part was you weren’t looking down to see the ears go up. He thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you like this. As you were walking in, you were purely taking in the sight. “woah, you live in here??” you asked. You didn’t think this complex made flats like this. It wasn’t too overwhelming as if someone rich lived here, but it looked well-made and proper. “yep” he says, as if he wasn’t spacing out again. As soon as you walk in, the kitchen is on your left and if you go straight ahead, the dining and living room rest near the big open window. You looked to your left and saw a long hallway, it had his main bedroom and a small guest room. “I made food, its nothing much. I hope it’s okay for you”. You walk back to the kitchen from being near the window looking out and you look at the food in front. “this looks so good, I don’t know what you’re talking about” you say laughing. You both dish out food and go to sit down, he could tell that you didn’t want to be respectful and sit on the couch but he gestured his hand to come over and sit with him. You both ate, watching a documentary that he was continuing from before you came. When you both finished, he sat back at the couch and looked through a selection of movies. “y/n, are you into horror movies?” you were looking out the window again, admiring the scene of the city. “um I don’t know” you say, embarrassed that your scared. He laughed, he could have kept laughing for longer but he kept it short, he didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you. “it’s okay, we’ll find something”. Eventually you both found a mid-horror/funny movie to watch. You both were siting comfortable and close to each other. He wanted to keep his distance though so the thought of him putting his arm around you was thrown away. He noticed that you were falling asleep leaning up against the couch. He looked at the way you pouted and had a soft face when you

sleep. Your bunny slippers were sliding off your feet and he was noticing your shorts. The way you were angled on the couch, it made your shorts rise up. Your t-shirt was covering a part of your shorts but soon enough, while you were still sleeping, it adjusted just for it to rise up. He tried looking away and continuing the movie, but it was so hard for him. You were right there, what do you expect when your sleeping on his couch, wearing the shortest shorts he’s ever seen. And the best part to it he thought was that you had no idea what you were doing to him. You just decided throughout the days to wear those particular cloths, trying to look nice. After a few minutes of the eager to not stare, but lost, Han sees your phone light up. He didn’t think it would be too important until he read that it was your mom. Before he could even reach for the phone, you already were waking up and picking up the phone. This didn’t sound good to him. You weren’t talking to back to the phone at all, you just had the phone to your ear. He turned away, to make it seen as if he doesn’t notice. You soon enough hung up the phone and jolted your head to him. “I’m so sorry, I have to go now.” You say, getting up from the couch and heading for the door. “thanks for everything, the food was amazing by the way”, you said giving a smile. He quickly stood up “no problem….but are you okay, something go wrong?” he says, even though he knows the answer. “I can’t really talk about it now, I’ll come back tomorrow to tell you. My mom isn’t going to be home for a few days.” Reaching for the door you quickly added, “I’ll see you later Han” giving a small wave and a big side smile. “see you later y/n”. So many things had happened at the moment that when you had left, his face was still and blank, tying to register. So officially he for sure figured out that your mom has been closing you from the outside world and most likely is abusive. He didn’t ever really see any marks on you but of course, there’s makeup. Even if she didn’t though, he could still tell that your mom was doing wrong. He was glad that your now are going to be comfortable with telling him everything. And then thinking about that, he realized that you’re coming back tomorrow. That funny part about was that you invited yourself. You didn’t ask him if you could come over to his place again. He actually liked that a lot though. A small innocent girl, telling him what she wants and not asking first. It would have been better to ask first but it’s okay. You’re still coming for him. He turned off the tv and went to clean when he noticed the dishes were already done. He remembered when he was scrolling through to look for a movie, he heard the sink on for a while. If he had noticed at the time, he would have stopped you. But he guessed you did it when he was distracted. What a sweet girl he thought, caring for him. He thought that you maybe smelled the too much Febreze in the house and guessed that he was cleaning before. Han definitely is going to repay you the next time you see each other, he doesn’t just let little things slid like that. He had worked on some things on his computer for a couple minutes before going straight to bed. In the morning, he made the biggest mistake of his life and slept through his alarm specifically set to go see you every day. He was going to try to go down and see if you were still there, but there was no chance. By that time, you would have done left heading back to your place. Instead he just got out of bed and made himself breakfast. After finishing, he decided maybe to call you and checkup casually. You didn’t answer and he started to get worried. What if something happened to you? What if your permanently banned from going out anymore? To take his mind off of the situation, he went to work on some things with one of the members and when he came back the afternoon started to kick in and he tried calling again, but you didn’t pick up. He tried texting you, but all of it wasn’t shown read by you. He officially started to think that this was it, this is the day

that you would vanish without him getting the big chance with you he always wanted. He always saw you and how you looked like you were struggling so badly. You hid it so much, but he always saw through it. He wanted to be the one to make you feel good. He wanted to please you and for him the be the last person you see every day. It was getting dark now and he was laying sideways on his couch in the living room watching tv. The place was quiet and still, until he heard the tiniest knock on the door. It couldn’t be y/n he thought. Now? At this time? It was around 9 o’clock but still, he doesn’t see you as the type to be up at this time. He still wanted to answer the door, even though he had no hope at all. He walked over and opened the door to see who it was. And it was the sight of his life. You were wearing an extremely short black silk dress and wore heels that had an exaggerated arch, you held a brown blazer in your hand as if you were just wearing it, your hair was let loose and done and you had a simple necklace with diamond earrings on. You were stunning. The outfit wasn’t overdone though, it looked like it could be an everyday wear and a onetime thing. He guessed that you had went out but you don’t go out alone. “H-hey” his voice cracked lightly, it wasn’t noticeable but how could anyone not, so many things were happening. “hey, I’m sorry. I had to drop my mom to the airport and there was a lot of special people I didn’t really know, am I able to still come in or is-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he had cut you off. “no, no, it’s fine, come in”, he moved out the way making space for you to enter in. You walked in observing the place again, He was so thankful that he didn’t make too much of a mess as it looked practically the same as yesterday. He observed you as you took your heels off and went to where his usual shoes were placed to put them there. “hey, I wanted to ask, can I look at your bedroom for a sec? I wanted to see if it looks like out here.” You ask, looking at him from afar. “yeah sure” he didn’t really care, but the thought of you going had some type of feeling on him. He went ahead of you to guide you to the right door and you followed both walking in the room. Even though he had turned on the lights, his room still had a dark setting to it. It was peaceful and simple in the room. Straight ahead was a king-sized bed and two furnaces on each side. On the far left of the room, the was a purely open window and a desk on the side, resting his computer and recording things. On the right side, there was what seemed to be a master bathroom and closet. You walked into the bathroom and were stunned at the view. There was also a big open window and held both a standing shower and bathtub with 2 sinks. “woah” you say, never seeing this type of bathroom ever. He chuckles at how every time you noticed a window, your eyebrows raise up and your eye lids open wide as if it was the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. He follows you back to the bedroom and notices you sit down at the edge of his bed looking out the window. He walks over and places himself right next to you. “Y/n” saying quietly and lowed voiced. Your head looks over to face him and he’s already looking at you. “I want you to be honest with me, I know things have been going on. You don’t have to be scared to tell me, I want you to have someone to talk to”. Sighing, he tries to keep looking at you, but your head slowly falls down. He notices a small tear fall down your puffy cheek and he raises his arm to brush his thumb against it. You look back up at him, almost in disbelief that he would ever even care at all. He knew you needed help, he couldn’t just let you cry he thought. So he stretched out his arm and hugged you tightly. He was mostly hugging your head because he knew you didn’t want him to hear your cries. You just sat there silently crying in his arms. He didn’t need you to tell him anything anymore at this point. He knew whatever it was, was enough to hurt and make an innocent girl cry. You both were hugging for a while,

he was brushing his hand against your hair and shushing you calmly. After a little bit and he figured that you had let everything out, he pulled you out of the hug and slightly cupped your face. For a few seconds, he was looking deep into your eyes, seeing how crystal and big they were. And then his eyes were darting between your eyes and you lips. He pulled your face in and bent a little to kiss your forehead. He saw how your eyes opened wide and how you too started to smile softly with your checks red. He was still holding your head secure and you were still looking at him. He felt tension at to what was going on, though he was unsure of what you thought. “I’ve been very dishonest with you Han, I have so much things tha-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he crushed his lips to yours, putting his hand behind your head to push your head into yours and the other hand and your waist. It was sudden but was intimate. Yours hands went to lay on his firm chest and he quivered at your tiny touches. It was only for a few seconds before he had broken the kiss. Both of his hands were now at your waist, holding you firmly not wanting to let go. “let me take care of you, I want you to feel good.” He had a desperate look on his face. He saw how your eyes were big, not knowing how to answer. “tell me what you want princess” his voice was soft, trying to help you. He knew you were very shy, so he wanted to try and be patient with you. It was so hard for him though. He felt like just lifting you up and throwing you on the bed to tell you to get on all fours for him but he thought maybe next time. But he still wanted to have you, and for you to be his. He wanted you to behave for him today, if you didn’t, then he would just forget about waiting for you to answer. But after a few seconds of him waiting, you finally answered. “I want you to take care of me” your voice was high pitched as usually but sounded close to being a whine. “please hannie?” his thoughts went to what a cute toy he has now. “I will, but you have to be a good girl for me, okay?” he asked knowing what would happen if you weren’t. “okay” you looked almost scared but you knew to trust him. He quickly stood up and picked up your body and placed you at the center of the bed. Your dress raised up but he didn’t say anything, he wanted to keep the view without you worrying. Your head was now laying on the pillows beneath you and he was now creeping over you. He started kissing you everywhere, your neck, shoulder tips, and going further down while at the same time, rubbing his hands against your arms and hugging you to touch your open back. He was obsessed with kissing your lips and jawline, leaving open mouth kisses which made you mewl at the sensations. He smirked at the way he was barely doing anything, but it was having such a big effect on you. Both of your legs started to slowly wrap around his waist, making his shirt slightly lift. He was still kissing you everywhere and was going further down to now bellow your belly button, to your inner thighs. He could tell that it was a weird for you having the feeling of having someone so close there. He was teasing you though and he noticed you started moving around for him to get the hint. He then raised up to go back to kissing your neck, whispering things close to your ear. “patience, let me love you first”. He continued, trying to saver every moment just in case he wouldn’t get you back. He never thought that what was happening was even remotely possible, especially because you were being compliant. He was scared you wouldn’t except him but really, you just needed someone to be there for you, especially someone that would keep you company. Still feeling your body, all the times he imagined you, this was better he thought. At this point he was practically licking your whole body. He finally reached back to your thighs and was slowly lifting up your dress. He saw your white laced panties and thought you looked ethereal. Your face was innocent the whole time, and he saw you question why he reacted like that. He was

just purely staring about ten seconds and finally asked, “can I touch here?” you gave a slow nod. Before he did though. He wanted to remove the full dress. He sat you up and pulled the dress off of you. He observed the way your body was just perfect for him and how you had a matching bra on. You tugged on his shirt a little to let him know you wanted it off, so he removed his shirt. He saw the way your big eyes went from his muscular arms, to his firm chest, and then darted to his sculpted abs. “You like?” he asked, but you didn’t respond, only giving him a soft look. You definitely were shy and wasn’t talking much out of nervousness he assumed, but he knew today he would fix that problem. He left your bra on saving that part for later and went back down to meet with your core again. He was massaging your thighs again until he hooked his index finger in the middle of your underwear to pull it down. He saw how your hole was glistening and was proud. He did that? Only thing was that he’s been turned on and hard for a while now. You gulped loud enough for him to hear and he lifted his head, “shhhh, don’t worry baby” you looked at the way he was concentrated, it was insane. He looked back down and was still in disbelief, “so wet for me? You’re just asking for me at this point” he chuckled. Not even a few seconds and he was licking your slit almost completely dry. He latched his teeth onto your bud and tugged just a little to hear a little sound from you. He was going back and forth between tugging and pushing his tongue inside of you while at the same time putting pressure on your sensitive part with his nose . The whole time your hand was pulling on his hair trying to keep steady but you suddenly let go to cover your mouth and pull sheets to your face. He instantly stopped and pulled your hands back down and held onto your wrist tightly. “no no don’t do that, I want to hear your sweet little sounds you make” you cried at his voice, wanting him to keep talking, but he was still going at it. He was now flicking his strong tongue in and out of you. He was keeping strong eye contact while at the same time just eating you alive, as if he hadn’t eaten at all. He thought you tasted amazing and if he could, he would do this all day. He then circled two fingers around your hole to tease and after hearing you whine, he finally put in his middle finger and curled his fingers hitting your exact spot while moving fast. “is this good for you? Or do you want me to go slower?” you shook your head in response to him and were just a moaning mess, but him wanting to hear it more, he pulled out for a second to just add his index along with his middle still licking. He noticed how you were clenching around his fingers after every word he says. “baby you’re so tight, I don’t think you can take me” you hummed in response. He raised his left hand that wasn’t in use and forced his arm behind your back to unclasp your bra now. “so pretty” He said, staring hard while keeping his fingers in but then went straight to massaging to now sucking and biting on your breasts. You now were holding onto his arms for dear life and tears were running down. After a little bit, he pulled out his finger and licked off the excess from his fingers while his face was cover in you mostly on his nose and chin, following after he removed his sweatpants being left in his underwear. You looked at his growing bulge through it and instantly turned your head up to face up. “you want this?” he asked looking down and then back to face you. You nodded but he wasn’t too pleased with your response. “you need to use your words baby, how would I ever know what you want me to do if you don’t use that mouth of yours?” he was patient but his voice was firm. “I’ll ask one more time again, do you want me to stuff your little hole?” he really wanted you to listen to him, he saw how you straightened your back and nodded. “yes, I want you to, please” your voice was tiny but it didn’t crack. “good girl” he said while giving a smirk. Either way he knew you wanted it, he just wanted to hear

you say it. “you’re being so good for me” he kept saying as he one last time kissed your slit. He sat up and took his underwear off, throwing it across the room. He positioned you right and spread your legs further while taking your right leg to throw it over his shoulder. “tell me if anything hurts okay? I’ll stop if you want me too” you shook your head fast and he looked at you for conformation and you nodded your head to let him know it’s okay. He started to slip his tip in, making sure to angle it perfectly. He wanted to make sure that you weren’t hurt so he didn’t go in so suddenly. As he was still pushing in, he saw you arch your back while you mouth was left open trying to gasp for air. When he finally reached the farthest he could go, he first pulled out a little to start and then began jamming himself in you. He held your waist in place so you couldn’t move much and so that he had better control. He felt your nails digging into him and leaving scratches on his back, he loved the thought of being out and seeing the marks you made for him. “I need to hear you say my name, who is doing this to you?” it took you a few seconds to even realize what he was saying but before you could even answer him, he was going faster. He kept your right leg over his shoulder while the other one was gripped at his waist tightly, he still was keeping the right angle to have you screaming. “what did I tell you about not using your words, or do you want to just forget about the whole taking care of you thing?” he was teasing you. “who is making you feel good?” you then moaned out his name, making him groan at the satisfaction. “I-I think I-”,you started stuttering which made him chuckle at how close to stimulation you were. “oh you want to cum on me? It’s okay to make a mess on me princess” as soon as you heard him say that, you reached your high and let go on him. following after you, he did as well. You both felt each other on yourselves. He continued a little while after and slowing down to have your high last longer. When both coming down, he pulled out and saw you dripping out. He took all of what was coming out and shoved it right back in, following with him licking his fingers with a loud pop. “stay here, I’ll help clean you up.” He got up and was about to head for the bathroom when he felt a hand pull back on his arm and he looked back at you. “it’s okay, I want to take a shower either way” you say, trying to get up, but as soon as you stood your legs gave in. He then picked you up bridal style and took you to his shower. You stood in the shower, thinking that It would just be you and turned on the water. Not even a second later, he pulled you in by your waist and was hugging you from behind. He was hugging you, but at the same time observing how you were rinsing your hair out and it made him want to kiss you even more. He was just towering over you from behind and it gave you chills the way he was licking off water from your skin. He turned you around and knelt down to be face to face with your breast while still holding your waist but from the front. He was sucking on your right nipple while his right hand was massaging your left. You were playing with his hair and adding water to it. He was turned on again and stood up to give open mouth kisses all over. With almost every kiss, he was making sweet sounds out of his mouth that you enjoyed hearing. he was rubbing all of your body, making sure to get familiar with it, but he still was stunned and never would. “so pretty, just for me” he continued licking all over when suddenly he smashed his lips into you. It was more intimate and was forcing his tongue to be let in. he was holding your jaw in an angle for himself to control the kiss, which means you really had no say but you didn’t mind it at all. He was just sucking on your lips until he suddenly broke the kiss to lift you off your feet, having you wrap your legs around him and him grabbing your butt to be in place while squeezing it. he then started pushing you up against the wall and raised you up a bit to tease you with

his tip. He was rolling it along your folds and was occasionally stopping right at your hole, and then continuing back. You were crying out for him to stop, and that little nickname you gave him “hannie”, wasn’t helping for his part. “do you want me to fill you up again baby?” you started to whine and begged. He accepted the request and this time gave no warning and started railing himself into you, having his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on it every now and then. He was pushing himself while and the same time, helping you out by holding your waist and making you go up and down on him. you tried to do the work in the beginning by holding onto his wide shoulders, but it had gotten hard because of the position so he took over easily. This was something he could do maybe for hours. He could hold you up and lift you up and down without stopping, which he was proud of. Whenever he was working out, he always thought of the needs and this was always his first priority, even though he never thought he would get the chance. There were so many things he did for you even though he knew it wouldn’t happen, even speaking English more than usual. The members even noticed and asked him about it and of course, he just gave a lame excuse. But he really tried for you, and now him being able to see you messed up by himself was something his eyes were struggling to take off of. He noticed you kept trying to get a certain friction and you were desperate because of your strength. He lowered his hand and started rubbing circles on your bud to get you to your high faster, and it did. “it’s okay baby, you’re doing so well for me. You shook your head in response, you were getting weaker. “no I-can’t” he then looked up at you and kissed you. “just a little longer okay?” After just a few, you both again reached your high and was moaning out his name while his head fell back making a loud groan come out of him. Both of your mouths were left hanging at the familiar flash of pleasure, which felt better this time than before. When both of you finally came back to reality, he rest you back on the ground helping you to stand and was leading you to were the water was pointed. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you tiny and didn’t let go. “I love you so much Y/n” he whispered in the small of your neck. You came out of the hug and pulled his jaw to face you, cupping his cheeks. “I love you too Jisung” and he smiled brightly at the sudden name that you never used. He kissed you quickly and splashed water on the top of your head and you both continued showering. When done, he helped you step out and brought you a soft towel. “I just put your cloths in the wash” as he came to you, he handed you some of his own cloths, a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He watched you put on his cloths and he decided to help dry your hair. He sat you down on a chair that was still in the bathroom near the big window and pulled out a hair dryer, following after he did his own. You both finished and head back to the bedroom. Walking you over to the other side of the bed, he put you on the spot that he normally sleeps and crawled over on the never used side of the bed. He tucked you under the covers and came next to you and hugged you tightly as you were practically folded in his arms forwards facing each other. He had a shorts on but had no shirt on which made you warmer. After a few seconds, you re-arranged yourself and pulled your hand up to slide your hand along his toned body and playing with his fluffy hair. He was calm from the tingly feelings you made. He was rubbing your head pulling it into his chest while putting his chin to rest on the top of your head. This was perfect, this was better than he could have ever imagined he thought. He felt like he just won the lottery and spent his money on the best of things. He for sure didn’t want this to be the end. “sooo, what’s the plans for tomorrow?, Coffee shop?” he asked. You both laughed, still holding on tight to each other. “I’ll take you somewhere nice, I promise”. You knew you could trust him, he

he was the only person you could ever rely on even though you only met him a few days ago. Both of you fell asleep and all night while he had his arms around you, even when you turned, he still had at least one hand on you to make sure you still were there. When he had woke up, he darted his eyes to you and was relieved that you were still there. Your eyes were still closed and were facing him. his arm was still wrapped around you and he put himself on his back, looking at the ceiling and sighed of relief. He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When he finished, not even a few seconds later he saw you move a little. “hey y/n” he said while rubbing your arm to gently wake you up. Eventually your eyes open and you see him looking at you. He was still standing, brushing his hands through his hair. He gives a closed eyes smile and you smiled as you quickly jumped onto him, having him hold you as your legs knelt on the bed. He went to sit back down when he suddenly laid back because you were still hugging him, he hummed in response to your cuteness. “hungry?” he asked, your head jolted up to face him. “yes!” you loved his cooking and was hoping that was what he meant. “I left some things in the bathroom for you to use” you nodded in response and quickly got up heading to the bathroom. Han in the meantime stepped out of the room and headed for the kitchen. He really liked the idea of someone else in his house and was happy he got to make you breakfast, especially knowing you eat the same thing almost every day. He made a whole thing for you, eggs, bacon, French toast, pancakes, and for some reason felt the need to add his left-over cheesecake from yesterday when he went out. He was just about to plate everything, when he saw you come out of the room and you ran over to see what he made. Your eyes were big when you saw everything. “there’s so much food! You didn’t have to do that”, you looked at him silting your head. “ Yes I did, now you go eat” he handed you a plate with loads of food as he led you to the table. He sat down at the head of the table and you sat next to him. “I can’t eat all this” you say as you were looking at your plate. He laughed, “yes you can, if you can’t then I guess more for me” you chuckled at him. You both ate and were full. After eating you both went to sit on the couch looking for places to go when he suddenly remembered that your mom is coming back, and this might be only temporary. He was worried and was trying to shake it off and not tell you but he started getting quiet and you eventually realized he was off. “are you okay, did I do something?” you ask as he turns his head to you. “no no, you didn’t do anything.” You didn’t believe him. “I’m just worried about your mom coming back that’s all, you didn’t do anything baby” you were at relief when he had said that. He hugged your head while laying back on the couch. “she’s not coming back until a few days” you say. Still he wasn’t satisfied at your answer. “if you told your mom that you were to live somewhere else, would she let you?” he said smiling at you, trying to lighten the mood. “not really, only If it was for me going to school” you say, frowning at the thought of not being able to stay with him. “then just tell her that then” he adds. You shook your head but then actually thought about it, it really was the only way. “hmmm…..okay I’ll tell her when she gets back” he smiled brightly and quickly put you on his lap to hug you. You were finally going to live with him, and you are now his. That’s all he ever wanted, so much to the point sometimes he forgot about the other members. Eventually when the time came, you told your mom and after a few days of begging, she let you leave not knowing anything about Han. It didn’t take you long to move in with him. As soon as you stepped to the door, he was already hugging you tight. Living together was a very dangerous secret, but it’s worth it you both thought. He wouldn’t let anyone touch you or bother you anymore, you wouldn’t even need to think twice about it. Even if she did find out,

Han would be there to protect you, and you wouldn’t even have to face her. Soon after living there permanently, you meet the other members and became all good friends. They were first shocked at the news but happy for Han, and everything was going right. You supported him and helped him with everything, and even sometimes stay at the dorms with him if he wanted to see them. And yes, he didn’t have to get up early to go see you for a few seconds anymore. He had you all to himself now.

#kpop #han jisung #straykids fanfic #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #jisung x y/n #straykids scenarios #han jisung scenarios #kpop fanfic #quokka #han quokka #hannie #stray kids fluff #han fluff #jisung fluff #han jisung fluff

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anon from the simon ask here,, sorry if the enclosure thing was to much i didn't know how else to express how insane i am for that man (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) and never EVER apologize for ranting i love it n i get it ! i don't think i ever saw my feeling so well explained in words. also, i completely understand the competence kink thing there's something so hot about a man that knows what he's doing and simon IS that man like he just looks so capable n ready for everything AND THE WAY HE CARES UGH i could cry thinking of the way he silently shows it. when i first started getting involved in cod i thought he would be this cold cold man but after watching a 5 hours walkthrough (i told you im crazy) i discovered this truly intricate character who seems like he feels so much even if he says so little HHH i just love him. for me his size was a principal attractive because duh but also i feel that it screams safety, like nothing can hurt you as long as he holds you but that could be my own conglomerate of issues speaking ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌ over all, n as dumb as it can sound, he's a big source of comfort for me cuz i feel that if there's someone who could understand me it definitely him.

anyway im looking forward for the new works, i already know they r going to be amazing, and sorry for the long ass ask you can ignore it if you want <3

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THIS ASK, IM DEVOURING IT!!! thank you for interacting back btw like oh my god i dunno how else to express how ?-$,&2$:$!: i am for this man and so seeing my ramblings be mirrored back makes me so happy 😭🫶🏼 also dont worry about the enclosure thing hahshshd made me laugh so hard, swearr

AND YOURE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING!!! theres something so fucking attractive about a man whos exceptional at what he does. the authority that underlies his competence because well you cant help but trust him; you cant help but want to trust him. AND THE WAY HE CARES??? THE WAY ITS THAT SILENT TYPE??? i (still) dunno much abt him but just like u, i thought hes those cold guys whos a lil bit of a lone wolf yk? then i found out that those dad jokes he kept cracking for soap was to ensure soap doesnt pass out because hes been shot?? i didnt expect it from him tbh but i think thats why i started spiralling harder – seeing how hes just a caring man!!!

N HHHHH THE SIZE AND HOW HES YOUR SAFETY?? ITS LIKE YOURE PEERING THROUGH MY MIND RN??? im sorry in advance bc ive been overusing this phrase but his size, on top of his personality and skills, makes me feel small but in a safe and tender way. does that make sense?? like, when he holds you, it just feels like he’s folding you within himself before tucking you in the pockets in his chest. and hhhh i cant stop envisioning the way that when he loves, it feels like safety and comfort; security and steadiness. LIKE you fit perfectly in his arms, under his chin, your face pressed on his chest where you can hear his heart beating. because he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s back home with you because he’s found a home in you. yk???

I JUST. I THINK THAT DYNAMIC SUITS HIM N YOU SM – HES YOUR SAFETY BUT YOURE HIS HOME RAAAAAHHHHHH hope that makes sm sense bc im typing this w my heart lodged into my throat and ik im rambling all over the place. im just so into him, its so 😭

“i feel like if theres someone who could understand me its definitely him” YEA. JUST, YEA

thank you so so much for ur support omg 🥹🫶🏼 im like a puddle rn its hdhjwjdjd thank you again for this ask darling <333 im sorry that my response turned out long (again) and hhhh sorry for the sporadic capslock usage 😭 take care sweetheart 💘💘💘

#anon #ask #simon is just.. wow yk?#an absolute unit of a man #the way i need him in a visceral way is just. WOW #i cant even explain past me overusing ‘HE MAKES ME CRAZY’ 😭#but yea! thank u again bb for this ask <333 #simon ghost riley

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modestbones · 4 months

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THE RIDE TO HOGWARTS

Feedback is appreciated , and requests are open 💞 —my interpretation of how Y/N become friends with the ‘Pranksters’. (btw Amanita is an OC Of mine, I’ll introduce her later.)

GEORGE X READER (Y/N POV)

After tearfully hugging my mum and dad goodbye, knowing I wouldn’t see them for at least a couple of months, I stepped onto the train. Instantly I was able to pick up on the strong scent of dust, and something that reminded me of my grandmother. I tightened my grip on my suitcase, and braved the walkway. I searched desperately for a space to sit, and noticed immediately almost all of the seats were taken by people who seemed to already know each other.

Thankfully, a girl with long black braids, and dark skin waved her hand at me, beckoning me to come. Once I came to her, she smiled widely, showing me her pearly white teeth. “Hey! I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit lost. A first year, yeah?” She said, having to raise her voice to make sure I could hear her. She didn’t give me enough time to respond, and quickly piped up. “I’m Angelina, you can call me angel,” she quips, her voice friendly. Before she can continue I hear someone call out behind her, “She’s anything but that!”

Giggles ensued, and a knot tied in my stomach. “Sorry about them, you’ll get used to it.” She grabs my arm, not too harshly, but quick enough to make my eyes widen. She pulls me into the cart, and I’m able to get a good look at those inside.

Two identical looking boys, with carrot coloured hair and matching smirks. A boy, who looked my age, with black dreads, who seemed to be engaging in an argument with the girl across from him, who wore her long black braids in a ponytail. Their arguing didn’t seem too fierce, as occasionally the boy would pause and smile. I faced the girl who took me in, Angelina. Angel. Seems like her attitude mirrored her name.

I look at them all, still speechless a little. “Guys, this is.. sorry, what’s your name love?” I batt my lashes. “Uh, Y/N. nice to meet you all..” I say, my voice drifting off a bit, as I stared outside, avoiding their piercing stares.

None of them spoke, until the other girl with braids spoke. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Amanita.” She stuck her hand out and shook mine. “That’s lee,” she continues, pointing at the boy she was arguing with, “and that’s Fred and George. Don’t ask me to tell you which is which.” She grins at her last words, and the boys smiles increase. “Wow Amanita, I can’t believe you don’t know our names.” One says. The other speaks quickly after, “it’s insulting.”

She rolls her eyes, and pats the spot next to her. I move quickly. After talking with Amanita, I realize she’s a first year herself, and so is Lee. They seem to have apparently just met, though already are close. George, Fred and Angelina are just 13, one year older than me, and already seen so grown. I wouldn’t say mature, as Fred and George are anything but that. They crack jokes whenever they can, and tell me all about their mischievous plans to start their ‘usual routine’ up again. I notice how Fred’s eyes trail off to Angelina everytime he tells a joke, looking for her smile. Angelina seems obvious, or at least tries to be.

Amanita sketches Lee, as he poses himself to look outside. Lee protests occasionally, but every once in a while, she rewards him by giving him food, or buying him something from the trolley.

And me? My muggle book— Narnia, sits politely in my lap, as my fingers skim the papers. Eventually, I hear a voice that calls my name out. George.

“So, where ya from?” He asks, tilting his head slightly. A smile sits politely on his lips, and it’s unlike the mischievous ones he wore earlier. I return his smile, and say, “London, you?”

I’ve always been used to the loud buzzing life that London offered for me. A twinkle seems to appear in his eyes. “Really? I’ve always wanted to live in the city. I live in the countryside. Incredibly tame compared to you.” He mutters, brushing his hair with his fingers, which seemed to be starting to grow out.

“I think the countryside seems nice. Calm. Cool even.” I say, imagining myself in the countryside. I can imagine myself wearing long flowery dresses.

“Well, maybe you should switch lives with me then, eh?” He quips. I smile. “You think I could pass for a Ginger?”

He laughs. His laugh makes me laugh, and soon enough everyone in the cart is looking at us, stopping their own conversations. Fred nudges George, and says, “I didn’t know first years could make you laugh this hard?” He teases.

Amanita- who requested I call her Amani, is grinning widely. Lee laughs, and for once, Amani doesn’t ream him out for moving, but joins him. Angelina looks at me and smiles widely. She whispers in my ear, “you have no idea what you just signed up for.” She grins, and I start to laugh. I’m glad she called me over.

We laughed all the way to hogwarts.

#Y/N #george weasley #Hogwarts #Harry Potter #New writer #new writers on tumblr #boost #Lee jordan #Harry potter OC #x reader #reader insert #angelina Johnson

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So... CONTEXT. Lots of yelling about it in the last episode of The Winchesters, which I am going to keep referring to as Deanception: Into the Deanverse.

For my money, Dean (and his vessel, the adorably shameless fanfic producer better known as Jankles, long may he reign) is recontextualising the end of Supernatural to reveal/create a version of events that makes more sense and more importantly, is more meaningful. I don't remember where I read it, but Jankles himself is not a finale DENIER per se -- he accepts that Dean's stupid death is part of the story -- but he is a finale HATER. He acknowledges that it happened, but he hates it and (100% rightly) thinks it was a shitty, ignominious end to 15 years of story, to which I can only say…

U THINK??????

Like, my theory is that either there was some shit going on on the DL that we did not know about and which would recalibrate what happened, or Dean is time-travelling to retcon the whole thing to recreate his fate, which is apparently a thing I've heard you can do, if the millions of times someone who was a narrative mirror for Dean said it on The Winchesters last week is to be believed. So basically, either we have all been missing a bit of vital context, or Dean needed to make some contextual adjustments to transform it into less of a shit sandwich... or maybe both: there are things we don't know that happened AND Dean is time-travelling from heaven to retcon his life and change his fate.

And seriously, I don't need to tell anyone hereabouts that there are just a lot of things that just simply DO NOT COMPUTE about the end of Supernatch, which make me think there is some missing context -- like, a plan or an existing romance, or some things that happened that we were not privvy to that Jankles is simply shoving into the cracks. I mean... for example:

First and foremost, why was every minute of the finale as fucking terrible as it is humanly possible to make a thing? Did ANYONE involved in that actually think it was acceptable? I doubt it.

Why was everyone's fate like, THE OPPOSITE of what they wanted and deserved? Why did every single character's fate simply ERASE their road so far?

Am I really expected to believe that Dean never did anything to get Cas back? That Jack never asked about it? That Dean told Jack and Sam "He's gone" and they were like... Cool. Whatevs, man. I mean... we already know that Jack CAN (and DID!) bring Cas back from the Empty.

Are you telling me seriously that Dean gets to heaven, and Heavenly Bobby is all, "Yeah, so Cas helped Jack renovate heaven" and like, he just found that out? How does Dean die on a piece of rebar however long after the end of Chuck not knowing Cas is not rotting in the Empty???

Am I supposed to believe that when heavenly Dean supposedly finds out Cas is not in the empty, that he just nods and goes for a fucking drive listening to Kansas on a loop until Sam arrives??? BECAUSE IF SO, FUCK YOU. SERIOUSLY. AND YOUR HORSE.

I feel like there's a lot to work with, and a lot of cracks to patch up. I am looking forward A LOT to how The Winchesters eradicates the dishevelment of literally the worst finale in the history of television. And, I have this delightful, thrilling feeling that it's not about going BACK for Dean, but going forward from wherever he is now, as whatever he is now, into a fate of his own making, and really, can that even begin to happen without Cas?

OMG, SO EXCITING.

BTW, if you want to talk yell about this to another person, ME TOO!! PLEASE INTERACT!! Let's hear all your theories!!

#spnwin #the winchesters #jensen ackles #i love your fanfic #carry on sir!#deanception #into the deanverse #you say 'retcon' like its a BAD thing #Please #retcon my ass daddy

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charlotteflair69 · 8 months

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The Queen Charlotte flair Puts The EST in her Place

Click* *Clack* *Click* *Clack*

Charlotte flair was waking down Hallway to go to the locker room and teach the EST Bianca Belair a little bit of Respect and Put her in her place. The outfit Charlotte was wearing was a Long Sleeved Mirror Dress with Feather Sleeves.

Bianca was in locker room going through her bags Charlotte happened to walk in a say

Charlotte : "the EST Bianca Belair just the women I want to talk to."

Bianca "What do want Charlotte".?

Charlotte "I want you to know that I'm the leader of this locker room and I want you to show me a bit of respect my Dear

Bianca "Girl uh uh"

Charlotte : " is that smile on your face you think I'm being funny you better wipe that grin off your face or I will do for you

Charlotte: "Ok Bianca since you don't want to Listen to My advice. I'm going to Have to teach little bit of respect I'm going have to knock you down a few pegs and put you in your place.

Charlotte : "So Can't try and call for help or try and escape I'm just going to closed & lock this door to the locker room."

Charlotte : "I need something to keep you quiet for a lit bit Bianca

BTW what is that smell phew" Charlotte scrunch her face up in disgust. Also Charlotte waved her hand in front of her face to get rid of smell.

Charlotte noticed the smell was coming from one of lockers Charlotte walked over to it and Saw a white towel that smell really bad. After seeing the towel a lightbulb went off in Charlotte's head and she turned and looked at Bianca and said seductively

Charlotte : This towel is going to come in handy for me😈

She picked it up slowly moved towards Bianca and said to in a very calmly manner with a smirk on her face.

Charlotte flair: "I Just want you to know Bianca that this going to hurt you more than it's going hurt me.

Charlotte flair : "Now if you excuse me I need to hold this smelly towel over you you for a few minutes its going to stink so

Don't move and Hold still

Charlotte proceeded to cover Bianca's face with the towel. Bianca couldn't stand the smell but Charlotte keep applying the Pressure.

Charlotte then whisper into Bianca's ear "Just relax Bianca and breath in the sweat and stink Woo".

Bianca "MMPH MMPH" zzz😴

Bianca eventually passed out as Charlotte was putting down the towel she caught a wiff of smell coming from the towel and scrunch her face up in disgust then said to herself.

Charlotte :"Phew this Towel sinks" but they will keep Bianca knock out for a while who knew that women's body odor could put someone to sleep.

Charlotte then notice a security camera Walk over to it and said started saying to herself.

Charlotte : "I am Queen of division none of these women respect me WHY HASN'T ANYONE put them in their place😈

Charlotte Covered up the camera with her hand to distort the Footage

About 20 Minutes later

Charlotte woke Bianca up with some smell salt by holding it under Bianca's nose.

Bianca : "What Did you do to me Charlotte did you drug me ?

Charlotte : " No I didn't drug you. I just knock out with a towel that smelled very bad.

Bianca : "Are going to let go you bitch"

Charlotte : "No I don't think so I need to have a talk with you about respect.

Charlotte : "Im still the Queen you must respect me

Charlotte :"I want you know Bianca that there's a Hierarchy to this women division and I need you to say in line and place or I'm going to put you back in it.

Bianca :"girl uh uh you ain't going to do nothing. ( Bianca cracked a smile)

Charlotte : what's so funny you think this a joke to you Bianca wipe that stupid smile off your face or I will do for you.

Charlotte : "Since you want think this a joke Bianca I'm going to keep under wraps for a while wait here.

Charlotte return with a Roll of wrapping paper she placed it on the table. She unpicked the end of it slowly stretched out a long length from it. And slowly moved towards Bianca with and said to her

Charlotte : I Just want you to know Bianca I figured that I would practice my Christmas wrapping on you.

Charlotte "DART

Charlotte proceeded to Wrap Bianca up in wrapping paper

Charlotte "Hold still

With Bianca completely wrap up Charlotte took a step back and admired her handiwork. "

Charlotte proceeded to laugh and unwrap Bianca

After unwrapping Bianca. She told her

Charlotte : "If you thought one second that's I meant by putting you in your place you were very Surely Mistaken.

Charlotte : "While your pretty little ass was knocked out I walked over to the janitors closet and grabbed a few things. I filled up a spary bottle with water and grabbed a Rag because I'm going wipe that smile off your face and a can of air freshener because this locker room stinks. After I wipe that smile off your I'm going to beat up and smother you with a dirty Towel.

Charlotte : I Just want you to know Bianca that you can laugh all you me putting you in your place is what's best for you. Btw everything I'm about do to you is going to Vicious and Violent and uncomfortable So I'm just going to shut off lights so you won't be able to see anything.

For about 5 -10 minutes

There's a lot of bangs and crashes a little bit of wiping and even a few muffled screams

Charlotte Eventually walks out locker room dusting off her hands and being very pleased with herself.

#charlotte flair #charlotte flair x reader

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i-love-you-all · 1 year

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Feel free to ignore if you don't want to answer, but do you have the original version of day 21? I would love to read a more comfort version of that shot too.

I love your writing btw! It's amazing

Finally responding to this bc I've been too lazy/had no time to go looking for the original again, but here it is. It can be Christmas present :))

A few bullets whizzed by the frog statue, narrowly missing Omen. He noted where the shots came from, but there was not a lot he could do right now. His spectre had run out of ammunition in the first combat zone, and he hadn’t had the chance to refill it since moving on. He felt around his pouches to count up what pistol ammunition he had left but had to quickly roll out of the way as he heard a familiar whoosh sound.

Right as he took cover in the hallway, an explosion of electricity bloomed where he was standing moments prior. So, the hunter had caught up to him. He knew Sova’s abilities were many and well honed, so he should’ve been more prepared to fight against his mirror version.

He scampered down the hallway, trying to put as much distance between him and Sova as possible before the hunter figured that out too. On his way half sliding, half running away from the incoming confrontation, Omen’s foot slipped on some rubble and sent him tumbling down the rest of the steps into a lower level of the building. In the time it took him to recover, he heard another sound. Pebbles were cascading down beside a pile of rubble. While that would’ve been normal, after all, this building had just taken a beating from a few different explosions, what caught his eye was the fact that he saw a small flicker amongst the shadows. An unexpected colour amongst the bricks.

Gently, so that he didn’t make a sound as he unholstered his pistol, he crept closer until he saw what had caused the movement. They held a brick in their hands, ready to throw it, yet also slow enough that Omen easily dodged it. While, yes, that was an attack on him, he could tell from the dust and concrete in their hair, the casual clothes and name tag, and the fear in their eyes that… well… This was not a mirror agent. Not even a soldier of any kind.

He's seen some of his fellow agents bring back civilians, but whenever he’s found someone, he’s always been able to call someone else over to deal with them. This was the first time he’s had to be the one to interact with them.

What was he supposed to say? They clearly saw him as a monster, unable to look past the blue lines in lieu of a face to see that… I was once like you.

“Do you need help?”

Omen noticed that their leg was bent in an odd way, likely broken, though not past the skin. He knew that this was still a doable mission even if he was solo. Only if they could trust him though.

They were already reaching for another brick but paused when he spoke. “Did… Did you just say help?”

He scanned the area, looking for any sign of danger before joining them in the little crevice. Omen didn’t miss how they pressed against the pile, trying to lean away from him as he examined their leg.

“What are you doing?”

And it really shouldn’t bother him, he’s been called worse by his own fellow agents, but seeing a regular civilian treat him this strangely was… he took a deep breath.

“I’m looking to see if I can splint this.”

“I can do that myself if you have the splint. Don’t touch me.”

Omen paused, fingers just about to move the person’s leg over a little. He lifted his head to stare at them for a moment longer without any movement. They were scared. He couldn’t blame him. He knew he had a monstrous appearance, and an inhuman voice. He supposed he just got used to being treated as a man amongst the agents at the protocol.

He looked around for a plank of wood or something to help act as a splint. He came back with what looked to be a walking cane, the owner nowhere to be found. The crack echoed around the caved-in hallway, but he was able to line up the pieces on either side of the leg. He made sure to keep his hands in the open, not touching the person directly. They were hesitant but ripped off parts of their shirt to tie around the pieces. At least they didn’t appear frightened about their situation, so there was that.

There was a second of silence after he backed off and they relaxed. With the splint in place now, they just needed to find a way out. He surveyed the wreck of a building. No matter where he tried to bring them, they would need to climb. And with their leg so twisted… If only they could teleport like him. Then, that would’ve been one less problem to deal with instead of thinking about the mirror Sova, the crumbling structure, and their broken leg. Maybe… He’s never tried bringing someone with him before, and it didn’t really make sense. After all, it was his body literally ripping apart, moving to another location, then reforming. There was no room there to bring someone with him.

Then, he considered the fact that he didn’t need to. If he could just get himself somewhere high, maybe he could attach a rope or a pulley and help hoist them up. This building once featured hanging lights and sturdy lamp posts… He looked back at them now. And just the turn of his head made them shrink back further into the crevice. Yeah, no. He couldn’t get them to relax in his presence. There would be no way for him to convince them that he had their best interests at top of mind.

“I am trying to help you.”

He didn’t know why he said that. It wasn’t like it’d change anything. They looked at him, and he tried his best to remain neutral. Then, behind him, he heard something clatter and move. Shit. He had spent too much time with this civilian in the open, and for what? They wouldn’t trust him, and he could help them like that. At least not while also being chased. He noticed that the civilian had noticed his alarm.

In a quiet hiss, he whispered, “That man is not from our world. Do not trust him.” And with that, he teleported out of sight.

Even if Sova found them, they would likely survive. Sova was pragmatic and ruthless – he wasn’t cruel. He watched with bated breath from afar as the hunter entered the area, scanning, searching for omen. Then, as he took steps towards the centre of this room, Omen noticed the person shift ever so slightly from their cover. They were trying to get a good look at Sova, and in doing so, dislodged some of the rubble around them.

The hunter was quick to hone in on the noise, and for a terrible second, Omen, thought that he had misjudged the hunter, and that Sova would actually harm this innocent. He readied himself. He had nothing but a knife, but his mere presence would distract the hunter. But when Sova came face to face with the civilian, he immediately pointed his gun down, realizing that this was not his target.

“You should not be here,” he said with just the barest of chuckles. “Someone will be here shortly. Do not fear.”

Omen relaxed, letting himself lean against the wrecked wall. He wasn’t needed here after all. He could leave and—

“Have you seen anything strange around here? Dangers?” There was a pause, and Omen crept close to the center again. “Monsters perhaps?”

He froze. This time, he was sure that it would be it for him. As of now, there was ambiguity of whether or not this person could’ve found the materials to split their own leg or stayed out of sight of Omen, but in just a moment, they would say ‘yes’, and then he would be on the run yet again. He turned, eyeing up the ground and the lighting so that nothing about him would be given away as he carefully moved towards what might’ve been an exit.

“No. I… What do you mean by monsters? I-I didn’t listen to the evacuation warning. I’m the only one here.”

Again, he stopped. He must’ve stopped and started, back and forth several times now, but this was something he hadn’t expected. And the foolishly curious part of him demanded that he stay and figure out what was going on.

“Are you certain?” Sova asked.

The civilian on the ground looked around and nodded their head. “Please. Send help soon, my leg hurts…”

Sova nodded, then scanned their area one last time before walking off again. A minute passed. Then another, and another, until he heard a quiet sob. He moved back to the civilian, keeping his eye out in case Sova had been waiting for him to reveal himself. When he was standing in front of them again, they looked up at him, tears just barely gliding down their cheeks.

Without saying anything, Omen offered his hand out to them. There was a hint of hesitation, but when they reached up and grabbed the offered hand, there was no fear anymore. Just the pain of a broken leg, and the fear of the situation they were in.

“I just need help.”

“I am here to help you.”

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #answered asks #valorant sova #sova #valorant omen #omen #my writing

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xplrvibes · 2 years

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Not Sam the literal guy who told us not to put so much energy into vacations & time off, crying over his life “feeling like a job” now. Wasnt this the same man who has been posting about expensive meals, and amazing friends, and amazing parties, and woo hoo this and woo hoo that?? So it’s all been for show you say? And he really wasnt or hasnt been “having the time of his life?”. I think instead of buying self help books for dummies, this man needs to take a crash course on sociology, and human behavior/social environment to really understand where most of his followers are coming from because he does not present himself to be relatable at all. Its like me reading one history chapter and calling myself a historian. He works for himself and complains more than someone like myself with a grummy 9-5 would, and not saying he isnt allowed to complain but why write bullshit think piece after bullshit think piece telling fans that vacations and relaxing arent all thats cracked up to be. He goes back and forth. Why not be real and show who you really are rather than pretending shitty music being played by a boombox is making you have the time of your life with “friends” who come and go yet always seem to be the best people ever for 2.5 seconds.

Sorry for ranting but this kid is really getting on my nerves, and i think you always give real raw opinions on them instead of sugar coating everything.

I will say this: for better or worse, his speech on snap yesterday was probably the most real I've ever seen him be. No bullshit, no trying to sell us a bill of goods about how great life is...nope, it was just, "Things are really hard and I'm very stressed about it."

I appreciated hearing that more than some "working all day, everyday, is the only way you'll ever achieve true greatness and happiness," bs.

Sam is hard to figure out and relate to, because he's so damn focused on building a persona of himself instead of just being himself that it just comes across sometimes (to me at least) as someone who is just playing a part in a one-man show that we all didn't know we bought tickets to, and that's the thing that can sometimes be grating about his little "think" pieces. They aren't always genuine, they aren't always true, and I don't think they are truly him- they come off as the him he wants to be perceived as, and not the person he is inside.

I also think a lot of his posts about loving the job and the grind and the "party life" is all part of that- he wants to be perceived as a fun guy with a great life and an internal library of great stories and life lessons because of it, and sometimes he has to alter the perception a bit to make the reality he's presenting fit the narrative he's tryjng to present, you know what I mean? I believe they call it "smoke and mirrors."

Now, does that mean he isn't always having a grand time in life? No, he does have a unique and high adrenaline, fun life and I'd love to hear all about it- but I can never tell with him when he's genuinely having fun and having a good day vs when the smoke and mirrors are out in full force and hes trying to justify a way to continue to live at as fast of a pace as he's living, or trying to sell this made up perception of himself. Whats real and what's a bill of goods? I don't know. I don't even know if he knows anymore, which is a little sad.

The food posts, btw, are them just trying to use payola to their advantage to get a free meal, which I have no issue with- if I had that kind of juice, you'd best believe I'd never pay for food again lol.

Anyway, for once, he wasn't sugar coating shit yesterday. He wasn't trying to sell anyone (at least on snap) on how great life is. He's stressed, his life choices are starting to cost him strain in places he didn't realize he couldn't afford to have strained (primarily relationships) and he's approaching burnout.

And btw- I said they would burn out eventually, if they had to do their own editing. I said this back when their fandom bullied them back into doing their own editing again, and look where we are, right on cue. Sam's crying in the parking lot of the post office, Colby's turned into a self help guru on snapchat as a way to try and avoid his own issues, they've got two mansions and no furniture in either one and that is somehow a great symbolism for how empty their lives are right now.

Let these boys have editors.

Anywho, Sam, if youre out there in tumbrland (please dont be out there in tumblrland): I'd appreciate it greatly if you were more honest and direct, not just with us, but with yourself more often. Not everything needs to be a Ted talk, a teachable moment, or a self-help quote. Sometimes, life is awesome and sometimes it's balls. Be honest and raw and not preachy about it all, and for fucks sake- stop trying to sell that more work = more happiness, cause you, Sam and Colby, are a textbook example of that not always being the case.

Also, please don't ever tell people again that vacations aren't the bomb dot com, as we used to say way back in the 1990s. Downtime is a necessary tool for anyone looking to not burn out completely.

#asks #disclaimer: opinions. also snc are not on tumblr; that part was a JOKE.

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your-generic-art-blog · 2 years

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Hey there

So these two little doodles from a large sheet of doodles and sketches that I’m drawing in the style of a sticker sheet, bc I think that’s cute

I was gonna wait until the full thing was finished to post but I have time sensitive things I need to work on (art and college assignments) so I wanted to have at least a small thing to post.

Btw this week will be busy for me. I’ve got Halloween, then my birthday, then a college presentation (that I have not started working on) and then there’s the surgery for my tooth (at least I’m p sure that’s what the appointment is for, I genuinely have no clue) so rip me, I’m gonna sleep for a month afterward.

So again, here’s two drawings from the sheet! Here’s the stories behind them.

Toasty:

I was on a trip with some family members the other week and I toasted marshmallows for the first time! I wasn’t originally going to, but I made the joke “toasted marshiemallow” in my head and got a little chuckle.

I still wasn’t going to try until my sister turned to me and made the same joke. We had a laugh and I just had a moment of “well I have to now, don’t I?” I didn’t do very well because I was in an awkward crouching position by the fire we were around, and I was too busy trying not to fall in the fire to get a good toasting lol. Was still good tho

(Did not make smores with it, before anyone asks. Have never had smores either lol (my friend is quaking from that knowledge rn)) (Also this joke won’t make sense for long since I’m changing my “branding” so sucks to be me ig)

“Could you… not?”:

Okay so I have properly fucked up my tooth and there’s a cracked hole in it (have looked at it in a mirror, it honestly looks bizarre) and I’m still waiting for surgery to take it out and it’s been stabbing me in the face for weeks. My mom actually said it best (said from her own similar experience): “you honestly get to the point when you just want someone to fuckin deck you in the face” and I finally understood what the agitated feeling I had was lmao. Anyway, it still hurts, gotta deal with it for like a week, so have a baby Marsha being fucking stabbed in the face. This is how I’ve felt for like 5 weeks send help.

#my generic art #art #digital art #doodles #stickers #chibi style #kinda #mini comics #she a toasty bitch #also was not joking about feeling like there’s a knife in my face #feels like my face is tearing itself apart from the inside at times #big rip #oc tag: marsha mallow

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— mirror sex (smiley/nahoya kawata + kazutora hanemiya.)

cw: 🔞 ! afab but gn reader, hair pulling, cum eating (?), recorded sex, praise, creampie, not proof read btw.

note: tw: rushed content im so horny i made this when i was ohrny and not thinking striaght, i am sorry.

tagging: @nahoyaa bc nahoya...

NAHOYA.

This always happens, you're sure he's only doing it to humiliate you even harder than his words could ever do. You're bent over, trembling as you try to grip onto the walls next to the mirror.

He loves being able to see your figure and ass bouncing with each thrust, but he also loves the access of seeing your beautiful fucked out face. But he can't see what expression you're making and it's pissing him off. "Why're you hiding away from me, hm?" His voice has a low growl to it, his grasps finding a handful of your scalp, repositioning your head to look straight into the mirror.

You're too cock drunk to respond, only broken moans escaping your drooling mouth. But that doesn't satisfy him. He slides out, himself almost leaving you until he shoves his entire length inside of you with a powerful thrust, making you croak— eyes rolling back. "There's my sweet baby," His laugh is low. "Look at'cha, only my cock can make you look this good."

You whimper in response— legs twitching as his words make you come undone again, and so embarrassingly quick. His condescending laugh returns as his movements halt to gawk at you. "Fuck— pussy'so good.." He groans as your walls squeeze against his length. The slick of your releases begin to overlap each other, juices starting to drip onto the floor.

Nahoya still has a grip on your hair, pulling your body close to his. His hand trails down to your sopping cunt, sliding in between your folds. His fingers quickly coat with your juices as he brings it up to your mouth, shoving it inside of your mouth.

"Eat up."

KAZUTORA.

Oh Kazutora loves fucking you in front of a mirror. And he loves recording as he does so, you've got one leg hiked up so he can look at your pretty pussy getting filled and fucked by his long cock.

"That face—" His moan interrupts him, "Does that feel good, Angel?". His strokes are hesitant but he's still trembling, holding back so he won't cum too quick. The camera is shaky but he's trying his best, "Please— Kazutora!"

Hearing you moan out his name cracks open a side of him he can't control, his thrusts quickly speeding up. He can't last long when you're all he's ever fantasized about, you're so cute and that face you're making is pushing him to the edge, he can't help but come undone inside of you.

"So pretty, fuck— you're so pretty." He moans out, thrusts becoming a bit more frantic and harsh. He's jack hammering into you, but you don't mind, tongue lolling out with eyes your eyes rolling back as he dumps his release inside of you.

He loves recording during these moments, watching over the video as he fills you. He'll jerk off to these videos when you're not around and he's horny. Looking over it again and again, thanking god for blessing him with someone as sexy as you.

He'll even send the videos to Chifuyu, knowing Chifuyu has a crush on you and knowing Chifuyu can't get you the same way he does.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya smut #smiley smut #smiley x reader #nahoya smut #nahoya x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata smut

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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned

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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

#tomura fluff #tomura smut #tenko smut #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

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s4turns-r1ngs · 3 years

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DSMP - Golden

Summary: You liked to braid Wil's hair when they were younger, so why not have you braid his?

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: swearing

-> [a/n] - yooo!!! more writing time B] also sbi au woo! i deadass spent half an hour looking up stuff about flower meanings. also i legitimantely started tearing up man i want someone to talk to me like the reader does to c!tommy and braid my hair sobs,, reader is blue text btw :]

-> idea by @nightmarefox15 (thank you again for this idea :D)

-> p!c!tommyinnit + reader

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the two of you sat on tommy's bench, watching the sunset as you would every now and again. it was nice; it gave you a chance to relax after a stressful day. it was the perfect view, as well.

you hear a small huff from beside you. turning to face him, you watch as tommy quickly turns his head away, blond hair flying in front of his face as he does so. laughing, you watch as he tries (and fails) to blow it out of his eyes.

"what are you even doing?" you ask, still giggling slightly.

"why the fuck does it matter?" he tries to sound annoyed, but you can easily see through it. you smile smugly at him. "the fuck 's that look for?"

you shrug, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at his face. "man, you're practically my brother. i can see right through you."

his eyes widen (and you think you see them start to water), but he quickly turns further away, as if that would stop you from seeing how he's truly feeling.

"aww, do you think of me as a sibling too?" you ask playfully.

"shut up! shut the fuck up!" tommy crosses his arms. "you don't know shit about me, prick!"

you raise an eyebrow, a smile present on your face. "uh-huh. sure."

you turn back towards the sunset, leaning back onto the bench.

it takes a moment for either of you to start up another conversation.

"hey, uh, [y/n]?" tommy asks, albeit hesitantly, while messing with a bit of his hair.

you turn towards him again, with a questioning gaze. "yeah?"

he starts to turn red, and you snicker. "shut up!"

raising your hands in mock surrender, you speak, a smile still present on your face. "okay, okay, i'll stop."

"you better." he pauses again. "okay, so uh...remember when you used to braid uh, wilbur's hair when we were kids?"

your eyes brighten. "...are you asking what i think you're asking...?"

"no!" he shouts defensively. then a moment later, glances away and mutters a quiet "yes."

with a gasp, you respond with, "of course! do you want me to do it right now, or...?"

he huffs. "yeah, sure, whatever. do it if you want."

you fist pump the air and motion for him to face away from him, while quickly checking your inventory for flowers.

"what's got you so excited?"

you shrug. "you were the only one between you, phil, techno, and wil that wouldn't let me braid your hair."

"techno let you braid his hair?" tommy asked, confusion obvious in his tone.

"yup! it was only like, once or twice i think. the second time he made me teach him how, because i guess he was embarrassed to know that a six year old was better at doing his hair than he was."

you begin filing through his hair, a smile (with more behind it than you think) present on your face. "he was always like that when i hung around. i remember bringing it up a few times and he completely denied everything each time."

tommy laughed, "yeah, i think i remember that happening a couple of times."

you giggle along with him. "yeah, and then there was that time wilbur made fun of him for it, so he decided to dye his beanie pink!"

tying the braid in a knot for a moment, you scroll through your inventory. you had plenty of flowers on you, but they all have different meanings; you needed to find the right one for tommy.

"are you done yet?" he questions, cracking his knuckles.

"almost, hold on." you find the flower and weave it into the braid. smiling, you scoot back. "done!"

he turns towards you as you pull out a small make-shift mirror from your inventory as well. his expression is blank as he stares at his reflection. it's dark, but luckily there's a few lanterns around to help you see.

you peak around the mirror in an attempt to see his reaction. "...well?"

a pause, and then a question. "what kind of flower is that?"

"oh! um, it's a hydrangea. if i recall correctly, they symbolize heartfelt emotions towards the people you love, like your spouse, children, and family in general. y'know..." this time, you pause. turning towards the now almost dark sky, you smile and wipe at your eyes. "y'know, like how i kinda think of you as family."

you turn back towards tommy, still smiling. before you get a chance to say anything else, you feel him wrap your arms around you.

blinking in surprise, you stutter out, "wha-"

"...i think of you as family, too."

and with that, you hug back, and the two of you cry. you let go eventually, and return to more light-hearted conversation.

but what he said will stick with you forever.

#saturn.writes #platonic tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic dsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #HAHA LETS GO *crys*

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mlmxreader · 3 years

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Bad Days | Frank Castle x trans!m!reader

request; Hello! I'm not sure if you write for ftm readers, but if you do could I have a frank castle x ftm reader on a really bad dysphoric day and he like reassures the reader that he still loves him even on the days where he can't love himself? If your not comfortable with a ftm reader I'm sorry for requesting it, I love your writing btw (Sorry I haven't requesting anything before) ❤ - anonymous

summary: Frank does his best to help during a particularly bad day.

warnings: swearing, dysphoria

word count: 668

Dysphoria could be a bitch. Some days, you could wear just a shirt and jogging bottoms and you could place it to the back of your mind without being too affected by it, but they were the good days, they were the good days where you didn't feel like shit; but then there were days like today.

Days where your dysphoria reminded you of things you didn't want to think about, nagging you about the way you sat, about how people could tell, about how you weren't a "real" man; those were the days where you couldn't even bring yourself to brush your teeth, let alone shower or change. Thick and old baggy hoodies, avoiding looking at yourself in reflections. Wondering if you would ever be comfortable in yourself.

Today was one of those days, and as you kept yourself under a blanket as well as a hoodie, Frank could tell; he knew it from the second that he laid eyes on you looking glum and nowhere near as bright as your usual self, and he sighed as he yanked the footstool opposite you and sat on it, legs spread and hands clasped between his legs.

"You wanna talk?"

You nodded, although not entirely sure that he would understand. "I don't feel like I'm a real man."

He scoffed, scratching at the underside of his jaw. "You are. I don't give a shit about what that voice tells you - you're a real man."

"My body doesn't represent me, though," you lamented. "I can't… Frank, I can't even look at myself in the mirror today… I can't even leave the room and go outside because… because what if people think I'm just pretending? What if I'm not really a man and I'm just pretending? What if people look at me and see someone else?"

It was true, Frank wasn't exactly expecting the conversations and he couldn't entirely understand because it wasn't an experience that he had had, but he would be shot down dead if he wasn't going to try his best to reassure you. "(Y/n), nobody's gonna think you're pretending. You're a man. I know it's a shit time, knowing that your body doesn't represent you, but trust me when I say that you're definitely a real man. You're one of the best men I know, actually… and fuck anyone and everyone who says differently, they don't know shit. I promise, if anyone says shit, I'll knock 'em out."

"Please don't," you shook your head. "I mean, I should get used to it… being called the wrong name, the wrong pronouns… it's gonna happen my entire life no matter what and-"

"Those kinds of people are fucking assholes," he growled. "And they don't fucking know anything. They're just fuckwits that spend their entire day in a fucking internet echo chamber and refuse to go outside… is there anything I can do right now, except give you reassurance that you're a real man? Like give you one of my hoodies? A bottle of cologne?"

"Cologne," you said quietly. "But the one that smells like smoke, if that's okay?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "I can't… I can't say it right, but I care a lot about you, (y/n). A whole fucking lot, and I know it's a shitty thing to feel, but even on days where you can't even look at yourself, I still care. And I'm still here."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Frank nodded. "I'm not gonna stop giving a fuck about you just because you have bad days."

"Thank you," you mumbled. "Really, Frank, I can't-"

"Don't finish that sentence," he said sternly. "I care about you, a lot more than I can say, and I know I ain't the best person for this but… I'm here. Whatever you want."

"I love you, too…" you dared to crack a smile, nodding slowly.

Grunting as he rose from his seat, Frank flashed you a smile. "(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not just a man, y'know, you're, uh, you're a good man."

#frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #the punisher x y/n #the punisher imagine #the punisher x you #the punisher x reader #the punisher #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel

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allforyoumylovely · 3 years

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emma, hiii. you're taking requests, like that's the best thing ever hihi. idk why but I've had this image in my head of sander resting against robbe's chest as he robbe reads to him, while he runs a hand through sander's hair. maybe sander is coming out of a bad episode or maybe they're just relaxing on a sunday, but yeah.... maybe something like that hihi. much love to you emma <333

Cille, this was an absolute dream prompt for me, my gosh 💘 📖 I went off on a few tangents but hopefully that’s okay sfhjg. Walk, shower, read. It’s their little routine 🧡 Thank you for sending me this. Love you! Btw let me know if I should upload these on ao3 or if they should just be little tumblr exclusives?

Sander always knows when he’s fading away, when he’s turning into a shell of himself. But he never knows when he’s going to fall asleep at the wheel. Until it’s too late, until he crashes. And that’s when he loses all sense of who he is, of what he enjoys or how he likes to dress or what his voice normally sounds like. Sometimes the only indication of time passing is his alarms that tell him to take his meds and eat at set times.

Although he doesn’t reach the point anymore where he wants to be physically erased – he knows that this seemingly perpetual state of sadness isn’t definitive no matter how much his brain tries to convince him otherwise – some days all he can drag himself out of bed for is a cup of coffee and a cigarette or a few slices of tangerine, the scent reminding him of his boy, his college boy. He’ll crack open a window in the living room and curl up against the cushions in the window-seat, the hood of his black hoodie over his head, and there he’ll try weaving his way through the weeds and the tangled neurons in his thunder-stained mind to anything resembling an actual thought with a pinch of substance.

For the days where he’s more clear-headed his mama puts up little post-its around the house with simple tasks for him to do to help him feel useful and necessary. And in the mornings whenever Robbe has spent the night, Sander finds little notes from him too; there’ll be an I love you on his pillow, an I’m so glad you exist placed on his desk and I’m bringing you flowers later <3 hanging on his door. The first time Sander doesn’t think Robbe actually means the one with the flowers, but when he buzzes him in later that afternoon, the first thing he sees is a bouquet of light pink lilies cradled in his arm against the autumn brown of his jacket, the hues so lovely and gentle, just like Robbe. It’s more than Sander’s frail mind can take, and Robbe wipes away the thin streams of warm tears with his sweater paws, and they laugh softly when it only makes it worse.

Since before Robbe, Sander has been figuring out what soothes him, what makes him feel more at ease, what helps him settle back into his body and bones when coming out of a bad episode, and he has slowly built up a list of things that assist in bringing the puzzle pieces of his mind back into place.

Walks

Sander’s aunt has a golden retriever, Bella, who goes on a little holiday at Sander’s when he’s down and spends most of his days at home. In the mornings she’ll pad over the hard-wood floor to his bed and nuzzle her nose against Sander’s face until he wakes up, waiting patiently for her walk. It’s easier for Sander to get out of bed knowing there’s someone relying on him for their needs and wellbeing. He’ll take her and himself on a walk in the fog-blue mornings when the morning traffic is yet to come, and then again in the early evening when it’s still light out but the streets are quieter, enough for him to give his brain some stimulation when it feels like it has slowed to a halt. The sound of his boots against the sidewalk reminds him that he’s still part of the world, that he hasn’t completely vanished after all.

Sometimes he goes by himself, just listening to and observing the city around him with pale eyes. Other times Robbe goes with him, sleepy-eyed and rosy-cheeked in the mornings, relaxed and loose-limbed at night. He doesn’t curl his hand around Sander’s but lets it hang by his side with their pinkies brushing, open and inviting, for Sander to take if and when he feels like it. Sander will thread their fingers together always, but he loves Robbe for giving him a choice and never forcing anything on him.

Often, they find a bench somewhere, in a park or at the river, a place that isn’t too crowded but still has plenty of things for Sander to rest his eyes on. It’s only the middle of September but some leaves are already falling, lying yellow and limp on the ground, and Robbe notices Sander’s wondering expression.

“It’s probably because the weather has been so dry; they’re shedding their leaves to conserve water and energy,” he says.

And Sander instinctively inches closer, a small smile on his lips. “Clever you.”

Bella sits by Sander’s legs with her head propped on his knee, her deep brown eyes alternatively scanning the place and glancing up at him, sensing his sadness. She’s calm and curious and cuddly, reminding him of a certain someone. When Sander tells him, Robbe breathes out a little giggle, making Sander gaze at him more deeply than he has in days, at the silky curls around his ears and the blinking hoop and the crescent dimples curved into his cheeks, and he’ll quietly rest his head on the slope of Robbe’s shoulder, a few tiny clearings of blue sky starting to appear in his overcast mind.

Showers

Back at home, he and Robbe linger in the hallway for a bit, their hair messy, the scent of fresh air in their clothes. When Robbe says that his green, sparkly eyes are coming back, Sander curls a few fingers in the front of Robbe’s shirt, feeling the firm plane of his stomach against his knuckles as he mumbles, “Shower.”

Some nights Sander can’t stand the mere idea of catching glimpses of himself in the mirror; hates the way he looks with his violet circles and dull, greasy hair. So Robbe will light a couple of candles, and they’ll undress in the dim orange glow and quietly get under the shower spray. And there, with Sander’s forehead resting against his own, Robbe will wash Sander’s hair and tell him that he looks beautiful in this light, while his fingers work in small, bone-melting circles. The near orgasmic pressure on his scalp helps reconnecting Sander’s mind and body, making him press up tightly against Robbe, finally diving back into the swirling, velvety heat that licks into every cell of his being.

“Thank you for… For staying with me,” he says between hushed breaths and light kisses. It falls clumsy from his lips, sounding graver than he intends it to, but Robbe, the angel soul that he is, moulds his answer into five words of pure reassurance that protectively wrap themselves around Sander’s heart.

“I’m going to marry you.”

Sander doesn’t cry. But he’s very damn close.

Reading

This one begins one night maybe a year into their relationship. While Robbe brushes his teeth, Sander wanders Robbe’s room, taking in the familiarity of it, running a hand over the forest green sweatshirt draped over his chair, trailing the edge of his desk with a few fingertips. When he reaches his set of shelves, he sees it wedged in between a plant and some school supplies: a book of bedtime stories filled with beautiful watercolour illustrations, the cover a painting of a dark blue night sky with a full moon reading for her stars over a little sleeping village. The spine is threadbare, seemingly from the countless times of being opened and closed. As he flicks through the crinkled pages, soft lips press against the nape of his neck and the back of his shoulder.

“Are you snooping around my room?” Robbe mumbles.

“Mhm,” Sander hums. “What’s this book?”

Twining his arms around Sander’s stomach from behind Robbe says, “When I was little my mama used to read these stories aloud for me at night. She was looking through some stuff the other day and found it again.” He hooks his chin over Sander’s shoulder. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Very.” Sander glances back at Robbe with a squeezing feeling in his chest. “Did it make you fall asleep?”

Robbe smiles. “Every time.”

Sander drops his gaze back to the book, asking quietly, “Will you read for me?”

And Robbe brushes a “Sure” and a kiss behind his ear, tugging him along to the bed.

It’s something they do now: Robbe reading aloud for Sander whenever he feels low and doesn’t have many words to offer. Sander then tucks his head under Robbe’s chin, and Robbe tangles his fingers in his freshly washed and citrussy-smelling hair, scraping over his scalp in endless, soothing motions. Safe and sound, Sander listens to stories about naughty star-children, wizards flying about in rolled up rugs, and a Goodnight-ship with live stuffed animals as passengers. They flow over him like dripping streams of honey, Robbe’s voice lovely and wonderful and a little sleepy, and Sander tries so desperately to make his foggy brain hold onto the words.

Sometimes when the night air is cooling Sander’s room and Robbe feels a little cold, he’ll wear a thick hoodie to bed. Sander loves the scent and the comfy feel of the well-worn fabric under his palm, but sometimes he gets a little frowny and frustrated at having to fumble for his small waist; so Robbe pulls it off despite the goosebumps rising on his skin, and Sander presses his ear to his heart and tightens his hold around him, sharing his body heat his only job while he listens to stories from when Robbe was little. And Sander feels little too; but it’s something he allows himself. A few years ago, he didn’t dare dream that he’d ever have this with someone; didn’t think he even had this level of softness in himself.

But here he is. Here they are.

He has never wanted to be someone’s more than he does Robbe’s; it’s so clear that he belongs to him. And it’s crazy, Sander thinks. Because no matter how feeble and numb around the edges his body and mind feel, his love for Robbe is always right there in a molten pond at the core of him, and Sander could cry at the fact that his brain always lets him have that.

In the days following, when he finds that he has enough energy to send Robbe little dorky, flirty texts throughout the day, such as Bella woke me up with wet, sloppy kisses. Wish it was you or when you’re in the mood for a snack but you’re not there💔 with an attached photo of himself pouting at the open fridge, he knows that the darkness in his chest and brain is releasing its hold and taking flight.

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