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phantom-playdough · 1 year

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LMK Migraine HC's:

How would Sun Wukong, MK, Macaque, and Ne zha handle their s/o having a migraine?

Sun Wukong

I think we all can agree that in the beginning, Wukong would really not know what to do or even what was happening to you at first.

HOWEVER

that doesn't mean he isn't concerned when he walks into your room to find all the lights off and zero noise with you on the bed.

But cmon, he would probably be accidentally annoying at first.

"What're you doing, Y/n? It's so dark in here! Lemme fix that!" He would yell loudly.

After you snap at him to get away from the curtains and threaten to turn him into a rug, he realizes he f*cked up.

So, he just heads over to the bed and whisper, "How can I help?"

After explaining you have a migraine and if you're still mad at him, he’d understand and leave you be, but not before leaving pain pills and water at your bedside.

But if you forgive him, he won’t leave your side till the migraine passes.

Ofc, he would be quiet and leave the curtains closed.

Water, painkillers, whatever you need, he will get it.

(Side note: he probably struggle getting the painkillers since he can't read. But plz be patient with him!!!!! He baby boi!)

Then...

THE CUDDLES!

I feel like if you have long hair, he probably would brush his claws through it or even braid it to try and distract you from the pain.

If you don’t have longer hair, he would probably just massage your temples while VERY softly humming a song that hasn’t been played in centuries.

Even after your migraine is gone, you ain’t leaving that bed for a while ‘cause it’s so comfortable…

AND because you are being held hostage by the king of monkey’s.

“Wukong, we have to get up.”

“NOOO!”

Macaque

I actually wouldn’t be surprised if Macaque has migraines.

I mean, come on. The man’s got six ears. So sensitive hearing to me seems like a strong trigger for him.

I feel like he might also hate really bright lights cause he is more used to dark environments. Idk if that’s just me or not tho.

So when he comes over and finds you in your bedroom with the lights off, curtains or blinds closed, complete silence, and painkillers on your bedside, Macaque already knew what was going on.

Mommy Macaque to the rescue!!!!

He goes and gets a wet tea towel, before placing it on your head to alleviate the pain.

But he will also be a gentleman about it too to be better

“Hey, (Nickname). I got a wet towel for you. You want me to put it on your head?”

Nods aggressively

Macaque may typically have a lot of barriers up, even with you.

(He can't help it)

But seeing you in pain throws that out the window along with the kitchen sink.

Sooooooooo…

PREPARE TO BE PAMPERED BABY!!!!!!!!

He would get WHATEVER you want!

ESPECIALLY cuddles, huggles, and snuggles!

But once he starts to cuddle with you........

Similar to Wukong, I feel like he won’t you go even after the migraine is gone without a fight first.

“Come onnnn, (Nickname)… five more minutes.”

“Macaque, you said that half an hour ago."

MK would probably be in the middle ground between Wukong and Macaque.

When they come over and find you curled up on the couch with all light and sound blocked, his first thought would be that you are napping. But then they notice your eyes squeeze shut tightly and groan.

"MK? Can you get me some painkillers?" You ask.

MK bolted down the hall to the bathroom to get the painkillers, before proceeding to forget to get you a glass of water.

Once you take the medicine, MK asks softly what's wrong.

"Migraine..."

MK understood. Even though he doesn't struggle with them, I actually imagine Pigsy does.

So, they just do what he does for when Pigsy gets a migraine.

First, a wet tea towel.

Second, water.

Third, food.

IF you can't eat, however, he would encourage you to at least try ONE bite.

If you aren't able to try one bite, however, MK wouldn't be upset. They'd understand and would be right in the middle of leaving before you cut him off.

"Xiaotian, can you stay with me?"

They do, of course. He would be slightly nervous cuddling because they would hate to hurt you somehow.

Even when you assure him that you won't get hurt from a little cuddling, they would still be a little apprehensive at first. But once you fall asleep, looking so peaceful beneath him...

MK'S HEART WOULD EXPLODE

They wouldn't have the heart to leave you alone and would stay.

Honestly, Pigsy and/or Wukong would have to physically pull him away from you.

But they just don't wanna leave you alone...!!!!

Ne zha

I also think Ne zha may possibly have some small experience with migraines.

Mostly 'cause Wukong gave him one too many...

But when he walks into your apartment to find the lights out and seeing you curled up in bed in the middle of the day, his first thought was that something bad happened to you.

What if a demon came in and attacked you?!

What if you were dying!?

What if?! WhAt If!?!?!

"Ne zha, can you close the door? The hallway light hurts..."

Only then did Ne zha realize his spiraling thoughts were pointless.

So, he would do as told before gently kneeling down by your bedside and ask, "What is wrong, love?"

"Migraine..."

Like I said, I feel like he may have experience with these things.

BUT

Not with a mortal.

I imagine things like a migraine for a deity is like a cakewalk compared to a mortal.

ESPECIALLY if you have chronic migraines. (Like mwah)

How-in-is-the-ever, Ne zha would NEVER let you suffer without trying to stop the pain.

So, he would ask what typically helps your migraines.

He would probably try all the at-home remedies in the book.

Warm tea and water to keep you hydrated, a wet tea towel, something small to eat, you name it he will get it.

This man would commit mass genocide to make sure your pain is alleviated.

But when you ask him to stay and cuddle with you, he would likely stutter and blush.

BUT he recover relatively quickly and do just that.

The key difference between Ne zha and the others above is that he actually would let you go once your migraine is gone.

At least, he would if you had somewhere to go.

If ya don't, he will only keep cuddling until you grow weary of it.

He doesn't want to keep you from doing what you need to do just 'cause he loves holding you against him...in his arms...with your soft skin...

No but seriously, will let you go when and only when you decide you need to get up. Very sweet and considerate like that, you could say.

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gay4abby · 6 months

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hii can i request a jordan li x reader comfort type thing? like maybe reader gets hurt during a fight or smth and jordan tends to her wounds & makes her feel better?

why would you want to fight me at cheesecake ??

masterlist. no y/n. requested, yes. warnings, angst (slight) & fluff. pairings, jordan li x reader. hope u enjoyyyyyy, i love me some caring Jordan. divider by kimjiho1.

Justine was the one who started it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was talking shit about Jordan and how they quite literally dislocated her jaw, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Just like any other Supe, you have the ability of strength, but what differentiates you from the others is that your power is to manipulate dark matter. Essentially, you can take dark matter and change its particles. It is absolutely devoid of any kind of life you can imagine, but by being able to concentrate its compounds, you can create chemicals out of thin air.

This kind of power doesn’t come very often. Anyone from a mile away can recognise the significance this kind of power has. But, it doesn’t protect you from the occasional bruise and cuts whenever you find yourself in a fight. For Justine to step to you as if you wouldn’t manipulate her out of existence was very bold, however. “You fucking cunt!” You screamed before lunging at her, your fists balled up to land a clean one on her eye. The eyeball itself is severely pushed back into her skull, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. You spat out some blood and wiped your mouth of any remaining traces of it left around your lips.

“Babe! What the fuck?” Jordan was approaching with haste, seeing blood on you was the last thing they’ve ever wanted to see. You can practically feel the worry oozing from them as they cupped your face in their nimble hands, their rings feeling cool against your heated skin. Jordan turned your face every which way to assess any other injuries that may have occurred that went unnoticed the first time. “What the fuck are you doing?” They practically yelled into your face. You clasped on to their wrists, slowly pulling their hands away. “Honey, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m cool.”

“No the fuck you’re not. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Do you see yourself? You’re all cut up, fucking kidding me. “I’m fine” the fuck you’re not,” Jordan ranted on as they made their way out, Justine wailing behind them. “Did you see what they fucking did to me? This isn’t fucking funny!”

“You’re a self healer, Justine, get over it.”

“Look at me, this way.” Jordan instructed you to face them as their subtle hands gently wiping away at the dried blood that developed around the cut on your lip. You whined slightly, Jordan scolding you with a silent expression. “It’s not that bad.” You spoke, turning your head to the side so they can tend to the gash on your cheek. “Stop diminishing the situation. You got into a fight. No wait, you got into a fight, at the Cheesecake Factory! Do you realise how that sounds?!”

A sheepish expression graced your features, embarrassed at the accusation. “At least I lived up to the Drake lyric, am I right?” You chuckled, immediately stopping when you saw Jordan turning red. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you’re fucking sorry. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

You were taken aback by that a little. What was Jordan trying to say? That you can’t defend yourself at a moment’s notice? That you’re so weakling who needs their reduce every time you find yourself in a scuffle? “I can defend myself, thank you very much,” you spat. Jordan’s expression suddenly softened.

“That isn’t what I meant. I know you can I just.” They stopped a moment trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a complete douchebag to their partner. “I meant that…actually. I just. I don’t want to lose you, okay? I know you’re strong, you’re the fucking strongest between you and me. But, you don’t always have to fight every battle.” Their voice got lower at the end, cracking just a bit. You saw their waterlines slightly filling up.

Cupping their cheeks, you kissed them off guard, Jordan leaning into it immediately. Soft and tender, your lips moved in unison. A puzzle piece finally connected from its part after being away for so long. It went on like that for a couple moments before the both of you pulled back for some air. You were just staring at each other, your eyes flicking to their lips every now and then.

“You could never lose me, you know that?” Jordan nodded, pressing their forehead against yours. Your warmth radiated off to them, Jordan basking in its comfort before moving back to continue tending to your wounds. “But,” they began pausing for a moment to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Cheesecake Factory, really?”

“Oh my god, you’re not gonna let this go are you?”

“I’m sorry! It’s just, so fucking comical. Like of all places, you guys fight at the Cheesecake fucking Factory.” Jordan’s laughter rang through the room as they placed a Queen Maeve bandaid on the gash on your cheek. Although they were making fun of you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soar beautifully at the laugh that could light up a thousand street lamps. “Whatever, I was defending your honour!”

“My honour was defended enough when I broke Justine’s jaw.”

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sleepiexx · 7 months

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Hi Sleepie🖤

I'm new to your blog but let me say I appreciate your existence already.

I have come to this establishment to request Alejandro Vargas x f!reader filth if you please.. so I did see an ask somewhere for Alejandro where the reader used his dog tags like 'reigns'. Like if he's too busy being a munch for too long reign him up?? Going for a ride and want some kisses, you know what to do.

I support the idea of 'salva un caballo, monta un vaquero'. Feel free to take this any where you'd like if you opt for doing this. I'm just here for the vibes and your thots.

Thank you for your time 🫰🏼

The One Trick Up My Sleeve

Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader

Note: Hiii!! Welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy the fic :))

Summary: Alejandro found himself lost in the taste of his lover, luckily she knows just the trick to rein him in.

Warnings: smut, for the first time ever no use of y/n

Word Count: 1233

He’s been at it for what felt like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her like he needed her taste on his tongue to survive. Intermittently, he would switch the position of his tongue and his fingers. Some of the time his tongue would lap at her clit like he was nothing more than a desperate, starving dog, and she was a five course meal. When he would switch, he would stick his tongue down deep inside of her cunt, repeatedly pressing onto that spot inside of her that drew out loud, whore-ish moans. Either way, his fingers were occupied in pleasuring her in perfect rhythm with his tongue. Half of the time they were buried inside of her and the other half they spent ruthlessly rubbing her twitching clit.

As much as she loved the hours he spent tucked in between her thighs, she grew antsy. The sucking and licking was torture when today, all she wanted was the appendage between his legs. She wanted to hear him talking to her, and to see him, not just the half of his face that wasn’t busy, but the entire thing, and most importantly, she wanted to bring him pleasure too. Of course, eating her pussy was pleasure enough, but on a day like today it meant virtually nothing with the sounds he made getting muffled as well as her dwindling stamina which only served to cause more urgency in her pursuit of getting him to actually, truly fuck her.

“Ale-“ she let out a loud groan, running her fingers through his hair, it only egged him on, foolish of her to think he would stop when she was moaning his name so perfectly, “fuck, Alejandro.”

Still, no response. It was like he was hypnotized by her, truly enraptured only in pulling another undetermined number of orgasms from her. She pulled on his hair, trying to get him to pull away, but it was no use as he only moaned into her core in response.

“Alejandro.” It seemed her resources were exhausted, he wouldn’t respond to anything. She was about to give up until a familiar sheen caught her eye. If he wanted to act like a dog, maybe the only way to get him to listen was to treat him like one. He was, of course, shirtless, so there was no shirt collar to pull on. But he had something much better, what may as well have been a government issued collar: his dog tags.

Alejandro was never able to resist her pulling on his dog tags, it was his greatest weakness. After a long deployment when she would pull him in for a kiss with his tags, he was weak in the knees. When they were in missionary and she would tug on them until the two of them were chest to chest, aching for closeness, he had to hold his breath so he wouldn’t cum on the spot. In a moment like this, the dog tag trick was perfect.

Her execution was nearly flawless, with the exception of her shakiness from Alejandro’s hard work. She moved her hands down his scalp to the nape of his neck, lightly scratching him with her nails. When her fingertips met the warm metal, she traced it down to the front of his neck. And finally, when she felt the slim tags on the bottom, she wrapped her hand around it firmly and tugged upwards.

He faltered only slightly, until he realized exactly what she was doing and the man melted. He allowed himself to be pulled up and he immediately put his mouth to use once more. She couldn’t even begin to talk when his lips were on hers in an instant, spreading her taste onto her lips from his. She grabbed the tags once more, holding him a small distance away even as his lips longed for her own. She pushed him over so he was on his back, taking her place on top of him quickly.

“I love your mouth so much,” she whispered, leaning in up close as though she were about to kiss him, “but I need more of you right now,” and in an instant, her hands were pushing his jeans and boxers down, sliding one of them up and down his painfully erect penis.

His hands shot towards her hips as she wasted no time in sinking down on his cock. He looked up at her blissed out face while she took a moment to bask in the pleasure. Once she gained her bearings, she began to move her hips up and down on him. Their moans mixed together like a symphony.

“That’s it, cariño,” he rasped, bucking his hips up into her, “take what you need from me, good girl.”

She clenched around him and he groaned, using his hands that had been barely touching her, mostly just guiding, to dig into her side and take control, bouncing her hard and fast on his cock. He could feel her wetness all over his thighs and he wanted nothing more than to feel her cumming hard, clenched around him. God she was perfect for him.

As Alejandro drilled up into her, and she tried desperately to keep up the rhythm and not lose any of the small ounce of control she had left, she could hardly hold herself up straight anymore. She leaned herself back down and tucked her head into Alejandro’s shoulder. Normally, he would protest her hiding away, wanting to see her face as she came; but right now he knew how tired she was, he could feel it as her own movements slowed and he took over more and more. He rubbed soothing circles into her hips but he never stopped. As she neared her peak, her hands found their way wrapped around his dog tags again, sobbing with pleasure against his neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whimpered, feeling the heavy buildup.

Alejandro nodded, “I know, I’m right there with you. Cum for me.”

White hot pleasure radiated through her entire body. She shook as waves of the orgasmic feeling wracked her body, dragging her along for the ride. She held an iron grip on him and he came shortly thereafter. His hot cum shooting up into her, only serving to prolong the intense feeling.

As they came down, he moved his hands from her hips towards her waist and shoulders. He gently rubbed her back, grounding both himself and her. She looked up at him, reaching out a hand to brush a small piece of hair from his eyes. It was an innocent gesture, especially compared to the act they were recently engaged in, so you can imagine her surprise when his hand caught her wrist; even more so when he stared down at her palm with a furrowed brow.

“What?” She asked, trying to catch his attention.

He looked down at her with a smile before facing her palm towards her. Indented in her hand, plain and clear, was his name: Alejandro Vargas. Clearly her grip on his tags had been harsher than she thought. Before she could fully react, he was pulling her hand back towards himself, pressing a loving kiss to the letters and then resting his face against it.

She melted, caressing his face and cuddling closer. The dog tag trick proved to be more useful than originally planned.

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 11 months

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First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky. I take a seat and listen in on their conversation.

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer.

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door.

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n - "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name."

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight.

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again.

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ."

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face.

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different, I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do.

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear.

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

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secret-sturniolo · 7 months

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under the stars - matt sturniolo

summary - it's y/n and Matt's 1 year anniversary, and she can't wait to see what Matt has planned...

warnings - angsty beginning but a fluffy ending, one kiss

a/n - thank you so much for all the love on my first fic "Hot Tub"! i'm so glad you guys liked it, and i am so excited to keep writing!

When I woke up to my alarm this morning, I felt super groggy, and my first instinct was to hit snooze and go back to sleep. That is, until I remembered what day it was. Matt and I have been dating for one year today! I immediately checked for any messages from Matt, but I didn't see any. That's strange I thought, but I figured he had something planned and he wanted to surprise me, so I didn't think much of it. Instead, I decided to get ready for the day so I would be prepared for when Matt told me what he had planned.

I started with my makeup, doing a simple, natural look like Matt always liked. Then I picked out a baby blue crop top, (Matt's favorite color), a pair of high waisted jeans, and I planned to wear my white Air Force 1's. Then I put on my silver necklace with 2 small hearts intertwined, which had been a gift from Matt for Valentine's Day. When I was done getting ready, I checked my phone again, but still nothing from Matt. I'm not going to lie, I felt my heart sink a little, but I decided to call him. Maybe he's just sleeping still I thought as I clicked on Matt's contact. I let it ring all the way through, but there was no answer. I began to get a little worried, so I decided to text Chris and Nick.

Hey, are you guys with Matt, he's not answering his phone? 1:32pm

I waited for a response, but still nothing. My heart began to sink even deeper, my hands shaky and thoughts racing. How could he forget? Hot tears began to roll down my face as I lost all hope, smearing my freshly done makeup down my cheeks. I decided to stop trying, figuring that he obviously didn't want to talk to me. Feeling heartbroken, I took off my carefully planned outfit and changed into sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, and crawled back under my blankets. I guess I'm ending up going back to sleep anyways I thought. The tears slowly turned into wracking sobs, until finally I was so exhausted that I could no longer keep my eyes open, and I fell into a deep slumber.

When I awoke, I couldn't immediately tell whether it was morning or night. I rolled over to check my phone, and the time read 8:57pm. I didn't mean to sleep that long I thought, as I began looking at my unread notifications.

hey babe, im so sorry but everything will make sense soon 8:46pm

im picking you up in an hour, wear something cozy :) 8:48pm

I stared at the screen, frozen in place as I re-read the texts. So he didn't forget? I quickly text back okay :) love you and I get out of bed once again to get ready. As I look in the bathroom mirror, I can see that my mascara is no longer on my lashes, but instead smeared around my eyes and cheeks. I gently wipe the old makeup off, but decide to leave my face bare rather than reapply more makeup. I leave my sweatpants on, and swap out my baggy tee for a better fitting hoodie, remembering how Matt told me to dress comfortably. Finally, I put the heart necklace back on, pausing to hold the hearts between the fingers as I wonder what could possibly have taken Matt all day. I remember how Matt thinks I look extra cute with braids in my hair, and I decide to put two dutch braids into my dirty blonde hair. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a knock at my front door, and I immediately knew who it was.

I ran to open the door, and just as I thought, Matt was standing there with a smile on his face, looking as handsome as ever. I jumped into his arms, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

"Matt, I thought you forgot!" I say, slightly exasperated.

"I know, I'm so sorry sweetheart." he says, holding me tighter. "I could never forget this day. I just had to make sure that my plans were perfect for you."

Smirking slightly, I ask him, "What do you have planned?"

"Get in the car, and you'll find out." Matt tells me, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door.

The ride was about 20 minutes. The whole time, Matt had his left hand on the wheel, and the other was tightly gripping mine, our hands resting on the center console. As the night sky got darker, I admired the stars in the sky. I had always loved them, and I had told Matt multiple times before about my dream of going stargazing one day.

"Matt, look at the stars, aren't they beautiful?" I said, turning to look at him. Matt just giggled in return.

When we reached our destination at the top of a hill, Matt put the car in park and motioned for me to get out and follow him. Once again, he grabbed onto my hand, waiting for me to notice what he had set up. When I saw it, my jaw dropped in awe.

Firstly, Matt had set up a circle of small lanterns, each one giving off just the right amount of light. At the center of the circle, there was a luscious pink blanket big enough for two people, along with two matching pillows at one end of the blanket. At the other end, he had set up a bottle of sparkling juice with two glasses, and an assortment of some of mine and his favorite snacks. It was so perfect, better than I ever could have imagined. All of the stress from earlier in the day melted away, as I turned to look at Matt.

"I hope you like it, I know I upset you earlier but-"

I quickly cut him off with a short, but passionate kiss that said everything that words couldn't.

"Matt, this is perfect! You know I've always wanted to do this!" I buried my head in his shoulder as he laughed and squeezed me back.

"C'mon, let's go lay down." Matt guided us into the circle of light, and we laid side by side, my head on his chest.

"What, am I a better pillow than the one I got you?" he teased.

"The pillow is great, but you're even better." I replied.

As we looked up into the sky, we took turns pointing out the constellations that we could see, just simply being in the moment with each other's company. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend our anniversary, or a more perfect perfect person to spend it with.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #angst #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fanfic #nick sturniolo #imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine

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sashimiyas · 1 year

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Lockstitch

Word count: 1.2k

Content: stylist reader x aged up professional athlete Isagi Yoichi; fluff; unestablished relationship

Summary: Isagi’s nervous. Is it because he’s a new client or is it because of something else?

A/n: I have no words other than I love him

A Chopin compilation plays from an outdated speaker in the corner of the dress room. You like having it in the background because it relaxes you and it keeps your clients still. No words, not modern, doesn’t really coerce the body to jive, it usually makes the work easier. Isagi, though, is completely statuesque.

You don’t even think he’s breathing with the lack of rise or fall of his abdomen when you wrapped your tape measure around his waist. The tension in his muscles, taut and tight beneath your fingertips, diffuses into the room and steeps itself in the garment.

His nervousness brings upon yours, though you try to hide it by focusing on the cuff of his pants leg as you measure his inseam. You notice that he has a tendency to do that. He might be a first time client for you, but it sure is definitely not the first time you’ve seen his face.

Isagi had changed the face of football in Japan to his, bringing on forth a whole country of avid supporters. He has a gravity so heavy that it’s impossible not to be pulled in. Of course, you are no better.

Frustrated with the way you can’t get a proper measurement from how he makes your hands tremble, you look up at him, “breathe, Isagi.”

His expression is shy with just the perfect hint of embarrassment. Pink blooms at his cheeks and truly, you never expected him to be like this. You smile, but again, keep that to yourself in case it makes him even more nervous by lowering your head and going back to work.

“You said not to move,” he tries to explain after the words find their way to his throat. The pin you place between your lips hides your amusement as you fold the ends of his pants.

“Yeth, but u c’n—“ you pull the pin from your mouth, “you can still breathe.”

As you say this, you trace a line from his ankle and shin right below the cuff of the leg, and pin the two fabrics together. Isagi, once more, holds his breath as if he’s about to jump into cold water.

“Breathe,” and because he looks so anxious, so unfamiliar from what you’re used to, you grip his leg.

A thumb at his inner ankle and the rest of your fingers on the other, your hands drag through the warmth of his bare skin and you squeeze just one time. Kind of like a hug but in the most bizarre of places. Like a hug meant for strangers? For a stylist and a client? It’s weird, but you want a way to absorb his feelings for once, for you to be the influence in a space he usually dominates.

“Please?”

Finally, he’s able to release the shakiest breath. You stand halfway up, afraid he’s withheld oxygen for too long that he’s lost consciousness, but Isagi’s hands find your forearms.

He’s so quick with it. It shouldn’t surprise you with the way he disappears and reappears on the field, but to witness his otherworldliness in person is something else.

Isagi seems paradoxical in that sense and that in of itself is the clearest definition of him. He’s everything you expect him to be, and everything you expect he’s not.

“Sorry,” he immediately backs away after releasing his hands, upright and palms out to show innocence. “I thought you were falling.”

Looking into Isagi’s eyes, the blues that are the perfect shade of vivid for TV screens and cameras, you really think you might be.

You shake your head, “no, I just. I just wanted to get a closer look.”

“Oh.” He looks at you like he can hear your thoughts, the words that are unsaid. When he realizes he’s actually been staring, he quickly turns away.

You take your time. It’s common to spend a little longer with new clients. You’re starting from scratch, a new canvas to visualize, and with Isagi, you make sure to savor it.

He’s built exactly like an athlete with an absolutely unfair hip to waist ratio. His top and bottom are slightly disproportionate, a thickness in his legs that marketing enjoys capitalizing on. Isagi’s face is candid, the muscles there are well loved, making his skin tight and ever so slightly boyish.

It’s all about Isagi’s eyes though. They tell stories and see the future, at least when it’s soccer involved. And for some reason, he can’t quite keep his gaze on you.

It’s disappointing. You almost want to say please one more time, just to give him a reason to glance your way.

That'd be unprofessional, wouldn’t it? And you are working with a professional athlete, debuting for the first time on a red carpet.

So you only take one step forward, the same amount of steps Isagi had taken back, and pull at the excess material of his dress shirt.

“We’ll just need to cinch the waist for a slimmer fit and I think you should be good. Would you mind wearing your jacket?”

He nods and robotically turns around. His eyes train themselves onto the floor as he passes each arm through the sleeve and when he’s done, he stands there awkwardly before you. Shoulders pinched and he’s clearly uncomfortable. You can tell he’s far more confident in grass stained jerseys.

You laugh to yourself and take another half step so you can button the jacket for him. He keeps his eyes pointed at your chest, though you think it must be harmless, just a spot where he doesn’t have to bear the brunt of your attention. After patting his shoulders down, you step back and tsk.

“Isagi, you have to wear the suit, not let it wear you.”

He lifts his arms and look at them as if they were stupid, “what does that even mean?”

“Stand there like you know you’re hot.” His eyes widen and you continue, “I mean, look at you. Your proportions are insane.”

“Really?”

You nod and all he can do is chuckle out his gratitude.

“You have to be confident,” you explain. “Just like how you are on the field.”

At this, he can’t help but match your gaze. Excitement greets you and here you go again, succumbing to the whirlpool that is Isagi Yoichi.

“You don’t think I’ve seen your games? You’re a sight to watch, Isagi. When I found out you wanted me to be your stylist, how could I say no?”

“Ahh, man.” The athlete knocks his head back, a hand to his face as he heaves a deep sigh. You think it’s irritation he’s hiding, but then when he removes his hand, you realize it's actually fluster. He’s red, but he’s also. Smiling.

“What?”

“Now I really have to ask you," he says cryptically, eyes still up to the ceiling.

“What do you mean?”

“A stylist is.” He pauses to find his words. Presses his lips together once just to let out a quiet pop, “you’re meant to make me look good, right? That’s your job?”

You’re not sure yet what to feel, leaving yourself at confused but also cautiously offended.

“Yeah.”

“Go with me then?” You’re disarmed by how charming he looks all of a sudden. How his shoulders hunch into a shrug and confidence tramples over his nervousness, eyes holding yours. “You make me feel confident which means that you make me look good. And,” He shrugs one more time, “and because I want you to come.”

You’re finding a pattern here, because really, with Isagi, how could you possibly say no?

#reina.writesbllk #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #blue lock x reader

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somnambulic-thing · 11 months

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Found family fluff with Eddie and Wayne, you said? This is for @storiesbyrhi <3 1.8k, fluffy stuff ahead | Eddie & Wayne, Eddie & Dustin, Eddie & Mews, Wayne/Claudia Henderson [Or: The Hendermunsons, like I call them.] didn't really read it back, very likely very messy

It’s 86, baby, and Eddie snatches his diploma, flips off most of Hawkins High and storms off the stage. Wayne is already up and on his way to meet his boy, well aware of the plan Eddie had made way back when he had failed his first Senior year, and Wayne wasn’t going to spoil the fun for his kid. In his opinion, Principal Higgins got off easy with just a middle finger.

Out in the parking lot, Wayne pulls Eddie into a firm hug, tells him he’s proud, so proud, pats his shoulders a little too hard, maybe, but he really is proud and when he holds Eddie by his outstretched arms, both men look a little teary.

“You ready for the next adventure, kid?”

Eddie’s grin could split the pavement. “Hell yeah, Wayne. You’ve no idea.”

Wayne walks to the driver’s side of his car and smiles a decent smile himself. “I raised ya, Ed. I think I got an inkling about that.”

Later that day, the two Munsons knock at the Hendersons door and are greeted with cheers and kisses; Eddie to both cheeks, Wayne to the mouth. Claudia is excited, has made every little treat she knows Eddie loves and there is enough food to feed eight people instead of four.

“How are you feeling, Eddie?” Claudia asks, cheeks pink, eyes a little teary. “Excited?”

“I’m good, I’m good. You can’t bawl on me before dinner though, I need some sustenance before that.”

She cups his cheeks and gives him a little pat, smiling up at him. “Of course. Dusty is in his room, go say hello while your uncle and I get everything ready.”

Dustin’s door is ajar and Eddie knocks against the doorframe, giving him no real time to respond before entering. “Ohhh Duuuusty-buuun,” he croons and is met with a massive eye-roll and an annoyed stare which holds for five full seconds before he breaks out into a big fat grin.

“There he is, Eddie the Graduate!” Dustin bows down low, his think cap slipping off his curly head. “Most metal departure ever! Even Nancy cheered!”

Eddie snatches the cap from the floor before Dustin can, puts it on and flops down on the bed, arms spread out. “Man,” he sighs, “I still can’t believe that I finally made it.”

The mattress dips a little as Dustin sits down and the silly giggle Eddie considers home by now fills him with a weird kind of warmth that toes the line between comfort and anxiety.

“Yeah, dude, non of us can really believe it,” Dustin says and Eddie pulls up his brows until they almost hit the visor of the cap.

“Rude?”

Dustin’s eyes go wide, “No, no, no! That’s not what I mean!”

“What do you mean?”

“That… well, that we’re going to miss you, man.” Dustin rubs the back of his head and mumbles, “that I’m going to miss you… you know… you’re like the big brother I always wanted… and Hawkins won’t be the same without you now…”

“Uhh, fuck,” Eddie groans and presses his palms to his eyes. “The Hendersons and their tear-jerking properties.”

He sits up, sees the slight pout on Dustin’s face and puts and arm around his shoulder, ruffling through his curls, swallowing a small lump before he speaks again. “I’ll visit, as much as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, of course, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, man…”

“You better use your time wisely, I want to test out your DM qualities the first time I’m back.”

“What?” Dustin looks shocked, and starts to stammer. “I… no… that’s… weird, no Eddie, no, I… I… horrible idea… could never…”

Eddie laughs and pulls his arm around Dustin’s shoulder a little tighter. “Speak after me: I, Dustin Henderson…”

“I, Dustin Henderson…”

“…will be a great Dungeon Master!”

“Good,” Eddie smirks and pokes the tip of his tongue out his mouth. “It’s okay to not be as formidable as I am, kiddo, it’s hard to keep up with the divine…”

“Ass,” Dustin mutters, shoving Eddie slightly but they both chuckle softly.

“But no, hey, really… Don’t try to do what I did. You do your own thing and it will be great.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie says and slumps back to the mattress again. “Would never have bullied you into taking over Hellfire if I wasn’t. M’ actually pretty fucking relieved to know it will be in good hands… don’t tell Wheeler, but I was considering failing another year when he declared his interest in taking over…”

“Man, would I be pissed after all those hours tutoring your antsy ass,” Dustin laughs and nudges Eddie’s knee with his own. “Your secret is safe with me.”

A soft knock on the door, then Wayne’s face appears in the doorframe. “You boys hungry?”

“Starving,” they say in unison and hop off the bed.

As they make their way into the kitchen Eddie remembers the first time he walked into the Hendersons house about a year ago on a mission to teach Dustin everything he knew about being a Dungeon Master. It had been like the house wanted him here, like it tried to persuade him that this was a place he needed to come back to, like the secrets on how to go on with his life that he sometimes was so weary of lay here in this humble one-story home.

It didn’t take long for Dustin to notice a pattern in the way Eddie did certain things. The kid started asking all kinds of weird questions about how Eddie went about his assignments at school and after he’d reluctantly answered all the very uncomfortable stuff, he could see a light bulb turn on and explode over Dustin’s head. Turned out that Dustin spent his summers at science camp with a lot of kids in need of alternative ways of learning and that over the years, Dustin had picked up on a few tricks himself. Tricks that worked wonders with Eddie. Soon, Dustin declared Eddie a fucking brain that just needed some directions from someone who was willing to be patient enough to show them to him.

Meeting Dustin hadn’t only changed Eddie’s life but also the life of his uncle and Eddie was proud of that. Proud that something he did ultimately lead to Wayne being as happy as Eddie had ever seen him.

Eddie had spent so much time at the Hendersons that Claudia one day told him to invite Wayne for dinner so that Eddie wouldn’t have to leave early to catch Wayne before his night shifts started. There had been nothing to prepare Eddie for how much of a flirt his uncle could be. Claudia had not stood a chance.

“Uhn, hey, Dustin?” he asks before they make it to the dark wood table Eddie was so familiar with by now and Dustin turns around, eyebrows high and waiting.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll miss you too, little brother.” Dustin’s eyes are huge, his lower lip slightly quivering and before he can speak, Eddie pulls him into a hug. “I owe you so much, dude. If you ever need anything you call me and I’m here as fast as I can, you hear me?”

“Uh-hn,” Dustin gulps against Eddie’s shoulder. “I will.”

“Good,” he releases Dustin, holds him by his shoulders and smiles. “Good.”

“Same goes for you, by the way,” he says a little shaky, reaching up to pluck his cap from Eddie’s head but Eddie evades him by leaning back.

“I’m keeping that.”

“What? Why? It’s my favourite!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and walks past Dustin towards the table where Wayne and Claudia are waiting, faces soft from what they surely just have witnessed. “Because it looks much better on me—“

“Asshole,” Dustin half laughs half grumbles, plopping down on his chair.

“Dusty!” Claudia says in shock while Wayne grins behind his hand. “Apologize to Eddie.”

“Nah! I kinda deserved it…” Eddie grins and looks around the room, “Where is Mews? He didn’t even say hello.”

“Oh,” Claudia stands up and hurries to open the porch doors. “Meeeewsieee!… He just went out for a walk right before you got here… Meeeeews… Eddie… come try it yourself, will you?”

Eddie joins Claudia at the door, puts his hands around his mouth and calls for the cat. “Oh, Meeeeews, where are youuuu?”

“MEOW!”

“I don’t believe it,” Claudia chuckles, strokes Eddie’s shoulder and walks back to the table as Eddie squats down, waiting, until Mews rushes out of an elder bush and right into his arms. He picks him up, scratching the special spot between his ears, the ginger fur soft between his fingertips.

“Hey buddy.” Eddie puts a kiss on Mews forehead and moves to sit down.

“Can we start eatin’ now?” Wayne says, eyeing the food impatiently. “I’m starving.”

“Sure, sure,” Eddie waits for Mews to find the best position on his lap. “Go ahead, you don’t have to wait for me. You know I have no table manners…”

“That may be, but I wanted to make a toast and I’d like for you to pay attention when I’m doin’ it, Ed.”

“A toast?” Eddie frowns.

“It’s a custom occurring during gatherings of people to honour something or someon— ouch,” Dustin shrieks, pulling up his leg to rub at his shin.

“Sorry,” Eddie winces, “wasn’t meant to be that hard.”

“Meow!”

Dustin laughs in disbelief. “Good thing you’re gone soon—“

“Meow?”

“You had to be a smartass, Dusty—“

“Well, you had to be a dumbass—“

“Boys!”

“Sorry Wayne,” they say in unison again, then fall quiet.

There is a smirk lingering somewhere around Wayne’s eyes, breaking out fully as he clears his throat and lifts his glass.

“This is to Eddie, my boy, who will leave Hawkins soon to bring chaos to Indianapolis and who hopefully won’t electrocute himself at his new job with that fancy guitar manufacturer because no matter what a menace he can be; I’m proud of him, always will be proud of him… and I love you, son. Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Meow!”

“Uhm, shit, uhm, thank you..” A stray tear runs down Eddie’s cheek and he lets it. Mews paws press against his stomach and he figures it doesn’t matter that he’s too overwhelmed to say something half as meaningful because they all knew it was there, somewhere inside him. “I… thank you… like… all of you. Truly.”

“Alright, my boys,” Claudia says, with a thick voice. “Let’s eat—“

“Not quite yet,” Wayne says and turns in his seat, glass raised once more. “And this is to my beautiful Claudia and to Dustin, who are willing to take an old man like me in and share their home with him. I’m one lucky bastard.”

“Cheers,” Eddie and Dustin laugh out, smiles splitting their faces while Claudia, cheeks flushed pink, presses a hearty kiss to Wayne’s cheekbone.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Yeah,” Dustin says, starting to load food onto his plate. “You’re welcome.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson & Dustin Henderson #Wayne Munson x Claudia Henderson #Eddie Munson fluff #my fic

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(The final part to what I’m now calling the Roses and Sunshine AU) | AO3 link

The next Wednesday, when it would be just the two of them again, Eddie knew what he was going to do. He was finally certain about what he wanted, but that didn't make it any less nerve-wracking, and he spent the whole day biting his nails and being constantly distracted as he went through his lessons with Will, Jane and a couple of other kids.

When his last student of the evening finally came in, Eddie was met with a smile as bright as the sun.

'Rose is completely obsessed with your present,' Steve told him. 'It's driving me crazy, that thing is the worst. One more time of hearing that tinned version of Old Macdonald again and I might throw it through the window.'

Eddie snickered. 'I'm sorry, I'll take full responsibility for it,' he said, raising his arms in a surrendering gesture.

He had planned on waiting until the end of the lesson before saying what he wanted to say, but he had never been a patient person – and how could he wait any longer when Steve was looking so beautifully happy and the opportunity was right there?

'Can I perhaps make it up to you by taking you out sometime?' he asked, trying to sound confident, but not entirely sure about how he delivered on that one. His heart was beating so loudly that he thought Steve could probably hear it from where he was sitting.

'Taking me out?' Steve repeated. It sounded incredulous, like he was afraid that he had misheard Eddie.

'Yeah,' Eddie said, softly.

He had been quite convinced that Steve was into him, too, but upon seeing the guarded look that appeared in his eyes, he suddenly wondered if he had made a huge mistake.

'Like a date?'

He nodded, feeling too nauseous to even say anything anymore.

'Um...' Steve rubbed a hand over his face. Seconds of silence stretched out between them and Eddie desperately wished that Steve would just put him out of his misery right away, as he waited and waited and waited for the guy to finally give him his answer.

'Look, Eddie...'

Eddie recognized that tone – he was about to be rejected. Fuck.

'I really like you. Honestly. But... I don't really... I don't really date around anymore,' he stammered. 'Not since Rose, I mean.'

Eddie looked at Steve, taking his own seconds before responding to that, his heart still thumping annoyingly loud in his chest. I don't really date around anymore. There was something about the way that was phrased, something that gave Eddie just enough hope to not give up entirely just yet.

So he nodded. 'Yeah, I get that,' he said. 'But I didn't really mean it in the “let's date around for a little bit” kinda way.' A nervous chuckle escaped from his throat. 'I'm kinda far gone for you already, Steve. So...' He shrugged sheepishly. It was a goddamn scary thing to admit, to be so straightforward about what he was feeling, when he had no idea if Steve was feeling the same way about him.

Steve cleared his throat, combed a hand through his hair. 'Eddie...' It was almost a sigh, the way he said his name. 'I don't think you really understand what I'm saying here. Rose and me – we're a package deal, basically. And I know that that's a lot. It's not something I'd ever wanna ask of someone.' He averted his gaze to the wall behind Eddie's head. 'Not even of someone I'm, like, totally in love with,' he mumbled under his breath, almost as if he didn't want Eddie to hear it.

But Eddie did hear it. And finally, he understood. He had been right, Steve was into him – but he assumed that his sister would be a burden to Eddie.

'Stevie,' Eddie said, softly. He reached out his hand; Steve didn't pull back as he intertwined their fingers with each other.

'I think Rose is amazing. And I'd love to get to know her better. You don't have to worry about that. If I'm gonna be a part of your life, I know I'm gonna be a part of hers, too. And I'd be fine with that. More than fine, actually, to be honest.'

Steve's eyes widened. 'Are you sure?' he asked in a slightly creaky voice.

Eddie nodded. 'Yeah. Hundred percent.' He watched Steve's shoulders relax and heard him release his breath.

'Actually, I desperately wanted to become her uncle-slash-brother-slash-stepdad ever since I saw her. I'm not actually interested in dating you at all, it's just my strategy to get closer to Rose.'

Steve laughed; it was a loud laugh emerging from the depth of his tummy, making his whole body shake and his face light up in a completely enchanting way.

'Alright, I can live with that,' he breathed out. 'It's a date, then.'

'It's a date,' Eddie agreed, letting out a shaky laugh while he squeezed Steve's hand. He had to say it out loud, to make sure that it was real, that he was planning a date with the single most wonderful person he'd ever met. 'Fuck yeah.'

Steve stretched out his hand – the one that Eddie wasn't holding – to carefully brush through Eddie's curls. 'You do know that you're not allowed to say “fuck” when Rose is around, do ya?' he said with a wide smile on his face.

'Can't make any promises 'bout that,' Eddie teased back.

'Can I...' He let his gaze wander downwards to Steve's lips. 'Can I do something else I'm not allowed to do when Rose is around either, now? Or is that only allowed after the first date?'

Steve parted his lips slightly, shuffling a few inches closer to Eddie.

'You can definitely do that now,' he whispered against Eddie's skin, letting Eddie meet him in the middle.

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#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic

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woman-of-balnain · 1 year

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Undone in Sorrow Part 9/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Rick relieves some of his built up tension before his final confrontation with Negan.

A/N: So, I guess the most important thing is to say that I’ve already decided I’m going to do a complete rewrite of this story. I’m going to post chapter 10 and then finish the other things I have on my writing list, but then I’m going to come back to this.

I just struggled so much with writing this story because my initial idea was kinda vague and things just kept adapting in my mind after the first 4 parts were posted. It’s hard with fanfic because you’re making it public as you’re still writing it and working it out.

So, yeah I just think the pacing is off with this one and certain plot points could have been handled better. I may eventually remove this version on here (idk yet) but I’ll keep it on ao3.

Anyway, if you’re struggling to keep reading at this point then I totally get it, since I’m struggling to keep writing it 😅 so if you wanna abandon this version and come back to check out the rewrite when I do it, then go for it. But I’ll still finish this one with the final part tomorrow.

Okay, regarding this part, it opens with smut. I'm not entirely happy with it, so I may come back and edit it to just expand on it a bit over the next few days, as I feel like it's maybe too rushed and/or repetitive.

The plot is kinda minor in this one, since the smut takes up most of it, but everything will be wrapped up in the next part, which is all plot.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Rick cumming inside, elements of breeding kink (but I mean Reader is already pregnant so...)

Word Count: 4,233

Dividers by: cafekitsune + newlips

Did you really believe?

C'mon, did you really believe

That everyone makes it out?

Almost no one makes it out

You're talkin' to one right now

For once, almost was good enough

It felt like at least half a year had gone by since you last encountered Negan. In reality it was only a couple of weeks, but Rick’s promise to keep the other alpha away from you had held so far. It was now an all out war, after your group had finally started fighting back against the Saviors. With everything going on, you started to see Rick less and less.

When you did see him, he was always tense and on edge. It was usually only late at night, on evenings like the current one, that he ever seemed to let himself relax a little. You were half asleep when you heard the front door open, telling you Rick must finally be home.

You snuggled further into the covers, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs and expecting him to come into the bedroom at any moment. But when everything got quiet again and there was still no sign of Rick, you realized that it must have been Carl coming upstairs alone, without your alpha. You knew that Carl would’ve told you if anything was wrong, so your curiosity got the better of you and you got up.

Your steps were soft and quiet as you walked out into the hall and then descended to the bottom floor. The kitchen light was on and that was where you found Rick, sitting at the table with a drink in one hand and the other running through his hair in frustration. His whole body looked tense and there was blood on his skin and clothes.

“Are you hurt?” You asked him worriedly, crossing the distance to stand beside him.

He looked up, seeming like he had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed you were there.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted you softly. “I’m okay, it’s not my blood.”

You moved behind him, letting your hands rest on his shoulders before you moved to take his jacket off. He let you, shrugging his arms out of the sleeves to help you remove it more quickly. Then when he was left in just his white shirt, your hands moved under the material and began to lightly knead at his tired and aching muscles.

You felt Rick relax, and he tilted his head back slightly as a moan of relief escaped his lips. You began to apply a little more pressure, working away the knots that had built up with all the stress he’d been under.

“That feels so good baby,” he breathed out.

You just smiled, continuing your ministrations as his body began to ease up more and more. Rick let out quiet, but content sighs and you felt bad that he’d barely had any reprieve lately, let alone time to himself. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he reached up to take one of your hands in his.

“Come here,” he murmured.

You pulled back only briefly, just so that you could move around the chair and come in front of him. Rick wrapped one arm around your waist like it was second nature and brought you closer to him until you were pulled into his lap.

Your legs fell to either side of his and the thin material of your panties did little to stop the stimulation you felt from his half-hard bulge being pressed against you through his jeans. You brought a hand up to his cheek, fingers lightly tracing over the short grey hairs there while your thumb brushed over his bottom lip.

You let out a quiet but startled laugh when he nipped playfully at your thumb, pulling it between his teeth as his eyes darkened with desire. You pulled your hand away from his mouth, bringing it down to his shirt and playing with the collar while his hands settled on your hips.

“I need you,” he breathed out. “Please baby.”

He used his hold on you to grind your hips down onto him and you felt him harden even more, proving his point. You let out a sound that was something between a gasp and a moan, tightening your hold on his shirt in the process. You bit down on your bottom lip and his pupils dilated so much that the black seemed to completely consume the blue.

“Let me fuck you ‘mega,” he continued, his voice deep and gruff, betraying how badly he needed it.

You nodded, feeling wetness build between your legs just from the way he was looking at you - let alone the way he was talking and how insanely sexy his tone of voice was. Rick moved his hands lower before letting them disappear underneath the bottom of your oversized nightshirt. His fingertips moving gently across your naked skin was the best kind of torture. It was enough to excite you but also not enough, because it just left you aching for more.

“Please,” now you were the one begging. “Don’t tease me, Rick.”

A smirk played across his lips as his fingers inched ever higher.

“You wet for me already baby?” He guessed.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Sometimes it felt like he knew your body even better than you did. He knew what he was doing to you and how easy it was for him to turn you on. You let out a desperate moan when his fingers brushed over your clit through your panties. Then he ran two fingers up and down your slit, feeling how moist the material of your underwear was.

“That’s my girl,” he praised you. “Always so eager for me.”

Your hips bucked, making his fingers press into you, only stopped by the barrier of your panties. He clearly didn’t like that, since he was quick to push the fabric to the side and let himself touch you properly. Your back arched as he buried his fingers deep inside you, curling them up to tease the bundle of nerves there. You squeezed down around him, and he groaned.

“Rick… I need you now. Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Not yet baby,” he denied you.

“Why not?” You practically whined in frustration.

“I need to taste you,” he moaned.

Rick then pulled his fingers away from you and you felt frustrated by it for only a brief moment before he was lifting your hips and setting you on the edge of the table. He pulled your panties down your legs impatiently before spreading your thighs wide for him.

His gaze was fixated on your wet pussy, and it made you feel hot all over with intense desire. He spread your folds before pushing his fingers back into you and leaning forward until his head was buried between your legs.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned out, hips pushing forward slightly.

His tongue flicked over your clit while his lips sucked around it and the coarse hair of his short beard tickled your soft and sensitive skin. Rick was no amateur; he was a god damned expert. He knew exactly how to bring you into a state of euphoria. His tongue gave firm and precise strokes, causing your sensitive nub to harden with sheer arousal. And all the while his fingers were working your pussy towards ecstasy with the way they pumped in and out of you, scissoring and then curling up at other times.

You brought your fingers to his thick hair, grasping at his curls in desperation. Rick alternated between flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit and flattening it out to give long and languid strokes. That, paired with the movements of his fingers, and the way he sucked down around you every now and then, was bringing you closer to the edge.

He moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your pussy and causing your hips to buck up of their own accord. And when his teeth nipped ever so softly at your clit, your entire body seemed to quiver with pure and intrinsic satisfaction.

You threw your head back and your entire upper body arched as your legs wrapped around Rick’s shoulders. He just kept worshipping you with his mouth and fucking you with his fingers, loving the way he could make you come undone. You were breathing heavily, soft moans leaving your lips as you didn’t even bother trying to hide them.

When your body stopped shaking, Rick pulled away from you gently. While your mind reeled with orgasmic bliss, he pulled his shirt over his head and then worked to get rid of his belt. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, gazing at him appreciatively as his body was gradually revealed to you.

Taking in the sight of his toned chest briefly, your eyes then wandered downwards to where he was pulling his jeans and boxers down his hips. You moaned at the sight of how hard he was, his long and thick cock clearly aching for its own release.

Rick settled himself between your thighs, one hand grasping his hardened length as he let it glide up and down your pussy. The head nudged against your clit, and you thrust your hips up in frustration.

“You ready for me baby?” He asked, deciding to tease you a little further.

“God, Rick,” you moaned out. “Just fuck me already!”

“You sure?” He smirked. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”

“I don’t care,” you whined.

He pulled his cock back far enough so that he could line himself up at your entrance before thrusting in hard. Rick let out a deep and guttural groan before sliding out and then pounding back in rapidly. He stretched you out perfectly, in a way that caused your walls to wrap tightly around him.

“Your pussy is always so greedy for me baby,” he moaned out, setting a ruthless pace. “Like you never wanna let me go.”

He slammed his hips back and forth, the sound of your skin meeting and smacking together reverberating throughout the room. Rick held onto your waist in a vice like grip, continuing his merciless rhythm. You couldn’t say a word; the only sounds leaving your throat were ones of shameless desperation.

You felt him everywhere, not only deep inside of you, not just the touch of his skin around you, and not simply his lust-addled scent either. You felt his emotions through your shared bond too. The aching need he felt for you, how much he loved the feel of your pussy clamping down around him, his desperation to ensure that you would always remain solely his and the deep and intense love he held for you.

You looked down through half-lidded eyes, seeing the way his cock disappeared so effortlessly into your pussy, burying itself to the hilt and then sliding back out at a relentless pace over and over again. His movements were more primal and brutal than usual, causing his cock to overstimulate your sensitive walls.

Rick leaned forward, bending his head down to capture one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, relieving the aching nubs which had been begging to be touched. He moved one of his hands from your hips to squeeze and knead your other breast, his fingers wrapping around and teasing your other nipple. All the while, his teeth gently tugged on the one between his lips, sending a feeling of carnal desire through you once again.

Your pussy contracted around Rick’s cock, squeezing down tightly. His tongue lapped over one nipple, while his fingers tugged on the other. Your legs spasmed and your mind momentarily went blank as that familiar and intense wave of pleasure washed over you once again.

“That’s it baby,” he coaxed, pulling away from your tits to take in the sight of you. “I love the way you milk my cock. Love the way you look when you cum for me.”

He never let up in the brutal and rough way he was fucking into you, but you felt the way his length throbbed and twitched deep inside of you, telling you that he was close to cumming as well.

“Rick…I need…to feel you…”

Although your words were vague and breathed out in utter desperation, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to cum deep inside you baby?” He practically growled out the question, voice filled with unbridled lust. “Right here?”

He pressed his hand against your lower stomach, and you nodded wildly.

“Yes,” you moaned desperately. “Please, I wanna feel it.”

“You wanna feel my cum filling you up?”

“Mmm,” you continued nodding frantically.

It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t do anything. You just needed to feel the evidence of his own release deep inside of you. To have it anywhere else just felt wrong. Rick brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing against you expertly and driving you even crazier.

You were still coming down from your last orgasm, so you felt hypersensitive. Rick bent his head again, this time so that his lips could kiss along your mating gland. It sent shivers of desire coursing through you and when he began to suck down on the sensitive skin, your pussy squeezed down around him again.

Rick seemed to react out of instinct more than anything, his teeth biting down lightly. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but it did cause another wave of pleasure to wash over you. Your back arched but Rick kept you held tightly against him as he thrust in deeply one last time, spurts of his cum flooding your pussy and filling you up with wet warmth.

“Oh god…” you moaned out wantonly, clinging to the naked skin of his back.

Rick continued to bite gently on your claiming bite, almost possessively as each pinch to the sensitive mark caused your pussy to contract around him repeatedly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praised you. “My perfect ‘mega. Made just for me.”

He began to kiss along your neck affectionately, the long curls of his hair brushing lightly against your skin as they fell down over his forehead. Your pussy squeezed him for everything he had to give until he was completely spent.

Your walls were sore from the rough fucking he just gave you, but it was the sinful kind of aching, which left you thoroughly sated. You were both breathing heavily, with a light sheen of sweat covering your bodies as you came down from your highs.

You kept him pressed against you, enjoying the way his lips soothed your hypersensitive body. His fingers traced along your hips and then across to your lower stomach, caressing the place where his child already lay.

“I’ll keep you both safe,” he murmured against your skin, like he was talking more to himself than he was to you.

You brought your hand to his cheek, coaxing him to look at you. When he did, you saw that he looked far less tense than he did when you found him after coming downstairs. Still, the way he had ruthlessly thrust into you usually only happened when he was in a rut and then sometimes when he felt extremely angry or frustrated over something.

“Are you okay?” You asked him gently.

His gaze softened into a loving expression, and he brushed the tip of his nose against yours affectionately.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.”

He seemed like he was telling the truth but something in the back of your mind still made you feel unsure. Nevertheless, you gave him a small smile and tried to forget about it. He had sheltered you from most of what was going on lately, so you had no real idea of what he was facing every day. But it only seemed natural that he was more on edge than usual.

“Stop overthinking,” he softly said, reading you easily.

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly.

His lips curved up into an amused smile, as his fingers came up to gently take hold of your chin.

“You make everything else fall away,” he murmured, looking at you with such intense adoration and love that you felt your cheeks heat into a blush. “Until it’s just you and me.”

He had never told you anything like that before, but it was exactly what you experienced when he was kissing or touching or making love to you. The world slipped away, along with all of your thoughts and worries until there was only Rick.

You didn’t get a chance to tell him that though because he didn’t wait for a response before he brought his lips to yours in a soft and devoted kiss. You let yourself melt into it, the aforementioned experience quickly overcoming you, leaving just you and Rick occupying your mind, with everything else fading into nothingness for now.

Looking back, you wished you had cherished that moment a little more because it was the last really intimate and private moment you had with Rick before everything got bad again. Alexandria fell during another attack from Negan and the Saviors, causing you all to abandon your home and flee to Hilltop instead.

You had been relieved when you saw Maggie and she had hugged you tightly for far longer than usual. But the need to get things finished took precedence over any proper semblance of a reunion and she was quick to get to work with Rick and the others so that they could finally end the nightmare that had begun the first night you all met Negan.

Rick wasn’t really himself in those last days. He wasn’t necessarily distant, but he was a little closed off, the stress of it all getting to him. The night before they planned to go against the Saviors for the final time, he was quiet and lost in his own thoughts. You were both staying in the same room as last time, the one you had recovered in after he came back to Hilltop for you. It was there where you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hands with his mind somewhere else.

“Hey,” you said softly, moving to his side. “Everything okay?”

He looked over and up at you with his brow furrowed in a way that expressed he was having some doubts.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Just thinkin’ about tomorrow.”

You sat down beside him and lifted one of your hands to gently run through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“It’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure him.

“What if it isn’t?”

“I believe in you. If anyone can beat him, you can.”

“You know, that’s what Maggie said to me that day… in the RV. That she believed in me.”

“Rick…”

He turned to face you properly and your hand fell back down into your lap.

“I promised you I’d kill him,” Rick reminded you. “But every time I’ve gotten close, he always gets away.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” You asked with a frown. “Rick, I don’t care about that! Not really. I only care about you getting out of this whole thing alive. If he gets away again, then you can just try again.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” he promised, taking one of your hands in his. “I just… what if killing Negan makes us as bad as him?”

You wondered if his promise to you was weighing on him. You had grown so used to the person he had become, the man who didn’t hesitate to kill if it meant protecting the people he loved. The idea that he would have doubts about killing Negan of all people seemed strange to you. But ultimately no one had pushed your group to the depths of grief and despair like he had. Maybe Rick had a point. Maybe you needed to start being the better people within the cruel and merciless world you now found yourselves in.

You couldn’t help but to think back to that conversation you had with your father, back at the prison. Looking back at the Governor, he seemed like nothing compared to Negan. But you had been so worried that this new world would make all of you become just as cold and heartless as he was. In retrospect, you wondered if people like him just always had darkness lurking deep inside them and the world falling apart meant that they no longer felt a need to hide it.

But Hershel’s words rang through your mind, telling you that a day like this might come, where you had to remember what was right and what was wrong, even if it was hard to distinguish between the two. What would he make of all this, though? The pain Negan had inflicted on you and Maggie. The brutal way he had killed Glenn. The inner conflict and turmoil Rick was facing.

Things at the prison seemed like a picnic compared to this. Would your father tell Rick to spare Negan? Even as his daughter, you weren’t certain of the answer. You could only give Rick your own advice.

“I don’t know if it makes us as bad as him,” you answered honestly. “If you get the opportunity to do it, I think it’s ultimately up to you to decide what you do. I’m sorry, but I just don’t know…”

He nodded, lowering his gaze from yours to look down at your joined hands.

“But I’m not going to hold it against you, either way,” you continued. “Whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you no matter what.”

Rick looked up at you again, his eyes filled with relief.

“I’ll keep us all safe,” he promised, alluding to the fact that he would stick to that vow no matter the outcome. “I won’t let him hurt you again, Y/N.”

“I know,” you offered him a small smile.

Rick pulled his hand from yours so that he could tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers then moving to cradle the back of your head, bringing you closer to him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

“And I love you,” was your ardent reply, before you pressed your mouth to his.

Rick’s fingers tangled in your hair and pulled you closer. Your hands clung to the front of his shirt, and you let yourself get lost in the way his lips claimed yours desperately, forceful and bruising in their movements. His tongue stroked passionately against yours, like he was cherishing the feel and the taste of you.

There was so much worry and anxiety plaguing your mind, as you were unable to know what tomorrow might bring. You hoped with every fiber of your being that it would all work out, but you just didn’t have the ability to know that for sure. So, you savored every second of his kiss and every touch he offered you.

Then, eventually, just like always, those troubles left your mind as it became consumed by Rick. And rather than just savoring it all, you allowed yourself to enjoy it too.

Rick groaned from the wounds on his stomach that Negan had inflicted with that bat he called Lucille. He wasn’t able to get up just yet and had to listen to the other alpha drone on and on about the night they met. But then Negan shifted the topic of conversation, inciting Rick’s wrath once again.

“You know, maybe with you out of the picture, I can finally get a real piece of that omega of yours. I’ve claimed her now, bit into that sweet and supple skin… once you’re gone, she’ll be all mine.”

Rick should’ve known the other man was intentionally trying to get a rise out of him, but he didn’t care. He saw red whenever someone threatened you - in any way. So, he kicked his foot against Negan’s leg, tripping the other man and causing him to fall to the ground as well.

Rick didn’t waste time, moving to climb on top of the other man and plummet his fist straight down into Negan’s face. The other alpha tried to reach for his bat, but Rick kicked it out of the way before landing another blow. Negan grunted in pain, blood pooling out of his nose as the bones there broke pitifully. Rick didn’t stop; he was finally able to release all the pent up rage he had been holding in, unleashing it on the man who had tried to destroy his entire world.

He forgot his doubts from the night before, believing that he was better, simply because he had been pushed to his limits, brought to his breaking point over and over again until it all culminated into this. He wasn’t as bad as Negan, who did it all out of some sick sense of satisfaction. Rick told himself that he was doing this for you, for Carl, for Judith, for your unborn child and for everyone else - both the ones who were gone and the ones who had been left behind.

The only thing that was able to stop him as he raised his fist to pound it into the other alpha’s face another time, was the sharp pain that suddenly spread through his body. Rick paused, looking down as warm liquid pooled across his skin and seeped through his shirt. Then he saw the knife sticking out from where Negan had plunged it into him.

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The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Mention of Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 4:

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My eyes immediately went to my phone, which was lighting up. I chuckled as soon as I saw the name of the person sending me a message. I unlocked my phone using Face ID and checked the message. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw a picture of Yeji.

Yeji (20:12): You're a simp.

Me (20:12): You're a buzzkill.

Yeji (20:12): Says the person who lost on purpose!

Me (20:13): Well... there were reasons for that! I didn't want to embarrass you too much.

I laughed a bit as I saw Yeji typing, but it seemed she kept deleting her messages. Feeling confident, I looked around. I spotted Yeji sitting at a table, and my eyebrows raised. Yeji looked at me, and our eyes met for a few seconds. She then stuck her tongue out at me.

Yeji (20:15): Loser.

This made me laugh, and both Haewon and Yunjin looked at me with curiosity. Yunjin, who was next to me, leaned in and glanced at my phone. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You have Yeji-Sunbaenim's number?" she asked, visibly shocked. My head tilted to the side inquisitively. "You don't?" I asked, to which Yunjin shook her head.

I chuckled as I shrugged my shoulders. My attention went back to my phone as another message came in.

Yeji (20:19): Don't freak out. Take a deep breath first.

Yeji (20:19): Mamamoo is here.

My eyes widened, and I immediately looked at Yeji. She was currently talking to Chaeryeong. My head was practically spinning. Where? Where was Mamamoo?!

"Unnie?" Hanni asked, clearly confused by my frantic movements. She had noticed that I was trying to find someone. My face twisted in stress as I could already feel my heart pounding with excitement. "Mamamoo is here!" I squeaked out quietly.

Hanni's eyes widened. "Really? Where exactly?" she asked, smiling slightly. I think everyone knew that Mamamoo were my absolute favorite people. I had only spoken to them once, but it was very brief. I really wanted to get to know all of them better.

"I don't know. Yeji messaged me, look," I said as I unlocked my phone, and immediately the chat with Yeji was open. My eyes landed on Yeji's latest message, and my mouth fell open.

Yeji (20:29): Why are you so easy to fool?

I stared at my phone with my mouth agape and then back at Yeji. She had apparently been watching me the whole time. She laughed and even clapped her hands. She was really enjoying this.

But now, I was genuinely disappointed. I placed my phone on the table with the screen facing down. My phone vibrated, but I ignored it. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Hanni looked at me. "So? Where?" she asked, but I just stared at her with narrowed eyes.

Hanni immediately looked away from me when she noticed my mood.

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Yeji (22:03): Are you mad?

Yeji (22:06): I'm sorry, Y/n.

Yeji (22:07): Can you please reply?

Me (22:09): Might as well slap me in the face instead of fooling me like that.

Yeji (22:09): Seriously? I didn't think you were this sensitive.

Me (22:12): It's MAMAMOO! Why are you giving me false hope? Why are you toying with my heart like this?

Yeji (22:12): 😮

Suddenly, my phone rang, and I noticed that Yeji was initiating a FaceTime call. I accepted it immediately. I pushed my headset, which was on my head, down a bit and put one of my AirPods in my ear. My eyes were fixed on Yeji, who had a small lamp next to her. It seemed she was lying on her bed.

"Are you really mad?" she asked, pouting slightly. I looked at her, my mouth slightly open. My controller was in my hand, indicating it was connected to my PlayStation. I swallowed slightly, almost forgetting about the game entirely and just focusing on Yeji.

"Not anymore," I replied softly, which made Yeji smile. She sat up. "Good. I don't like it when you're mad at me," the older one said, which made me chuckle. I took off my headset and moved my other AirPod to my other ear.

"I've never been mad at you. So how can you not like something that's never happened?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. Yeji rolled her eyes but laughed a bit. "I don't like the thought of it," she replied, which surprised me.

I needed a moment to process that. "I'm sorry. Am I just too gay, or... are you flirting with me right now?" I asked, which made Yeji burst into laughter. She quickly covered her mouth when she heard Lia mumbling something next to her. She held a finger to her pursed lips. "I have to be quiet, Y/n," she whispered, and I nodded in understanding.

I placed the controller aside. I had already been kicked out of the game due to inactivity. I grabbed my phone, a small smile on my face as I just looked at her. Yeji turned her head and pointed to her earphones, indicating she could hear me perfectly.

I smiled a bit wider. I stood up from my gaming chair and went over to my bed. Yuna was lying on it, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly. I turned the camera around. "Did you know that Yuna sleeps like a log?" I asked, and I heard an interested hum from the other end.

I gently touched her cheek with my finger. "Y/n," Yeji said, laughing lightly. I couldn't help but laugh along. I turned the camera back towards me. I settled back on my bed, covering my legs. My eyes were fixed on Yeji as I lay down. I held my phone above me, hoping it wouldn't slip out of my hand.

"I won't be in Japan until tomorrow," I said with a quiet sigh.

Yeji's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? We'll be there too," she replied, which honestly surprised me. My face lit up a bit. "Is... Ryujin there too?" I asked, a bit nervous. Yeji looked at me for what felt like an eternity, taking a deep breath. "Of course. How about we meet up for a meal?" the older one asked curiously.

"Aww. Is that an apology?" I teased, amused. I sat up on my bed and covered my legs. My eyes were locked on Yeji as I lay down again, holding my phone up. Hopefully, it wouldn't slip out of my hand.

"Maybe. I knew you liked Mamamoo, but I didn't expect you to get so excited. I really didn't," Yeji said, chuckling lightly. "But thank you. The video turned out pretty cute," she added, making my eyes widen a bit. I looked at her. "Video?" I asked, and Yeji bit her lip.

I chuckled. "Send me the video," I demanded, and Yeji shook her head vigorously. I laughed. "I didn't know you became a reporter, Miss Hwang Yeji," I said with a teasing grin, making Yeji hesitate. She stared at me for quite some time until I received a message. Yeji had sent me the video.

I watched it and couldn't help but laugh. I looked like a lost puppy excitedly looking for its mother. It was kind of funny. I looked really excited.

"Wow. I look pretty excited. How could you break my heart like this?" I asked, making Yeji burst into laughter. I laughed along. I smiled at her until I started to yawn. Yeji yawned too, and her yawn infected me as well. My eyes went to the clock. "Wow... we've been on the call for 3 hours already," I said softly. Yeji seemed to check the time on her end too.

"It's late," she said, and I nodded, agreeing. "What time is your flight?" I asked. Yeji yawned once more, and this time, it made me yawn too. "7 AM," she replied, and I nodded in understanding. "Then you'll probably be there earlier. We're flying in the afternoon," I replied.

We both fell into a comfortable silence again. Yeji sighed with amusement, which I mimicked. We seemed to be staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. The blanket was pulled up to my chin as I lay on my side. Yeji also lay on her side. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Somehow... it feels like we're sleeping together," I said softly, which made Yeji smile.

"I feel the same way."

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With a cap on my head and my hoodie pulled up, I pushed my suitcase alongside me. My manager was right beside me, repeatedly trying to take my suitcase from me. However, I didn't allow it. It had become a bit of a cat and mouse game with him. Every time he attempted to take my suitcase, I quickened my pace.

"Y/N!" someone shouted, causing me to stop and look toward the person. I smiled when I saw a fan holding their phone. Our manager had set up a barricade to keep the fans in check. I made my way over to the fan since the others were still further back.

"Can I take a photo with you?" the young man asked, and I nodded immediately. I positioned myself as close to him as possible. This time, my manager managed to take my suitcase. I took a photo with the fan, and the others around us also requested photos and autographs.

Haewon, Yunjin, Hanni, and Yuna also approached and interacted with the fans. Suddenly, someone said to Yuna, "Come here, bitch," in English. My forehead immediately furrowed as I looked at the person. The woman chuckled a bit. "No swear words, please," I immediately said, which made her eyes widen.

She looked at me, now with her mouth open in surprise. "I was just joking," she said. She spoke in English, apparently a tourist.

She looked at me. "Can I take a photo with you?" she asked, her cheeks turning red. I put on a smile. "No, thank you," I replied, which seemed to shock her even more. Shortly after, I moved away from her and went to another fan. I took some pictures with them and gave autographs to each one of them.

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K-Pop Star Y/N Delights Fans at the Airport

Seoul, South Korea - May 23, 2023

In a whirlwind of excitement and emotions, fans at Incheon International Airport were treated to an unexpected encounter with their beloved K-pop star, Y/N, as she embarked on her journey to Japan. posing for photos and signing autographs with fans.

The scene was nothing short of electrifying, with fans gathering around the barricades set up by their manager, eagerly awaiting their turn to meet their idol. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, as fans couldn't contain their joy at the chance to interact with Y/N up close and personal.

For many fans, this unexpected encounter was a dream come true, and they expressed their gratitude to Y/N for taking the time to engage with them despite her busy schedule. The singer's warmth and approachability left a lasting impression on those who had the opportunity to meet her.

However, amidst the joyous atmosphere, there was a light-hearted moment when a playful tourist attempted to address Yuna, one of the members of Moonlight, with a cheeky English phrase. Y/N, who is known for her good-natured humor, quickly intervened, reminding the fan to keep the language friendly. The incident drew a smile from onlookers, showcasing Y/N's sense of responsibility and her dedication to maintaining a positive atmosphere.

As the encounter with fans continued, Y/N's fellow band members joined in, engaging with fans and creating unforgettable memories for those present. Hanni, Haewon, Yunjin, and Yuna all contributed to the delightful experience, making the fans' day even more special.

This impromptu fan interaction reflects not only Y/N's genuine connection with her supporters but also the strong bond she shares with her fellow Moonlight members. It is a testament to the group's commitment to their fans and their appreciation for the unwavering support they receive.

As Y/N and the Moonlight members boarded their flight to Japan, the fans bid them farewell with waves, smiles, and hearts full of love. The unexpected airport encounter was a reminder of the powerful connection between K-pop stars and their fans, showcasing the genuine appreciation and affection that exists on both sides.

As Moonlight continues their musical journey, their fans eagerly await their return, knowing that every interaction, no matter how brief, is a cherished memory that strengthens the unique bond between idols and admirers.

popLover93: OMG, Y/N is just the sweetest! 😍 I can't believe she took the time to interact with fans at the airport. She's so down-to-earth!

JustHereForTheNews:Can we get some real news, please? I couldn't care less about these so-called "celebrities." 🤷‍♂️

XOXOunicorn: Y/N and the Moonlight members are true queens! I'm so proud to be a fan. This article just made my day. ❤️

KpopFanatic123:Y/N's kindness knows no bounds! I've been supporting her since day one, and this just reaffirms why I stan her. Love from the USA! 🇺🇸💕

DanceMachine97: I was there, and it was a dream come true! Y/N's smile is even more beautiful in person. 😭❤️

MusicSnob101:Seriously, who cares about these manufactured pop stars? It's all just a money-making scheme, and their fans are falling for it.

KpopEnthusiast:Moonlight are such role models for the K-pop industry. They know how to treat their fans right. 😊

KpopIsTrash: Ugh, not another article about these K-pop idols. They're so overrated. 😒

CynicalSoul:Y/N probably gets paid for these "spontaneous" encounters. It's all a publicity stunt.

RealityCheck: These K-pop stars act all nice in public, but who knows what they're really like behind closed doors. 🤨

#itzy yeji #itzy x reader #itzy x yn #hanni pham #haewon #huh yunjin #shin yuna

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angstyboodle · 1 year

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Brain rotting a bedrock bros au where Tommy works late nights at a near by fast food place and Techno works throughout the day so he can be there when Tommy gets home or able to pick him up. They lived like this for years, ever since their parents up and left.

You what they say, it’s a choice to be a parent. Guess theirs decided to only be a parent until their eldest can legally take care of the baby of the family, that doesn’t matter. Techno can be a parent and an older brother, that’s his choice. It will always be his choice.

He also hates that Tommy works so late, hates it even more when he has to walk home from work. His kid brother would always brush off his concerns, saying he’s fine. Joke that if he were to be kidnapped they’d bring him back. Techno would roll his eyes, never finding the joke funny.

That’s the thing isn’t it, it was supposed to be a joke. Tommy was supposed to be home an hour ago. loudly telling Techno about his day, eating the dinner techno made and reheated for him. A plate of his own in front of him, as he nodded along to his little Brother’s chatting. That’s how things always went ever since Tommy started working, that’s how things are meant to stay until Tommy can provide for himself, graduate secondary school, went off to college or decided to move in with a few of his friends only to show up on Techno’s doorstep after a few months with some awful lie about why he has to move back. Because he’s to proud to admit they couldn’t afford rent or whatever.

…okay maybe that last one was his brain running a bit off it’s hinges, but you get the point.

Tommy isn’t home, he’s not by Techno at their cramped dinner table in their small apartment. It’s taken everything in himself not to go John Wick in an attempt to find its brother. He’s taken a less gory route for now, this would be his second loop to and from his home to Tommy’s work. He interrogated his coworkers, all of them confirming that Tommy left his place of work exactly at 10 pm with his usually cup of hot chocolate he takes home with him after every shift.

Techno can feel his world start to crumble as he desperately explains this to the dispatch officer. Not caring how the world will see him, as he all but screams out into the night begging for his little brother to come home.

Tommy is scared, comfortable and warm, but still scared. He’s not locked in a basement, chains to walls or half beaten to death. Sure he was knocked out and now he has a nasty headache because of it. Maybe not being held in some dingy, gross place would make him feel better, but it doesn’t. It only scares him more as he glares at the bedroom door. It’s locked, and his shoulder hurts from when he tried to ram his body into it. His face feels tight from the tears he definitely didn’t cry as begged anyone to hear him, to save him. Begging Techno to come and help, wanting nothing more then to see his big brother.

He ignores the heaviness that settles into his chest. Kicking himself for being so stupid, he should have called his brother, hell even call Skeppy and ask for a ride. If Techno wasn’t home, Skeppy has never said no to him, and probably never will. Sure he may tease and make fun, but when Techno and him needed anything Skeppy and his family would always be there to give a helping hand.

A fresh wave of tears well in his eyes as he wishes he could go back in time. It’s not fair, why him? Why couldn’t he have just been able to go home to his brother. The door handle to the room clicks and Tommy freezes. Head shooting up in time to see a two people stand in the doorway. He can feel their eyes on him, it makes his skin crawl.

“See dad, a new son!” One says, there’s not enough light to see which one.

He pales. Nothing is said but a hum, but that doesn’t matter as tears stream down his face.

Son? He doesn’t have a dad, not anymore. He has an older brother who would do anything for him, he doesn’t need a dad.

“Wilbur, we talked about this.” The time is scolding, slightly amused. Like he’s taking about being surprised with a stray dog and not a kidnapped child.

“I know, but I can see how an empty nest has been affecting you. So, look at it this way, you get a new son, and I get a brother!” He assumes Wilbur says.

Tommy is scared shitless, but he can feel his anger bubble under his skin. Staring at the two with a mix of horror and fury. Upset that they think they can just take him away from his home, and talk about him like he’s some fucking pet.

“What the fuck are you talking about!?” Tommy shouts, curling tightly in on himself. “I have a brother! I don’t need a stupid fucking dad! Let me go home!”

The air suddenly felt tense, the silence deafening. But he glares at the two, refuses to back down. He wishes he was at home, one hug from Techno and everything will be alright.

“He’s a brave, I’ll give him that.” Not Wilbur says, in a tone he can’t quite describe.

Tommy wants to scream, he wants to sob and cry, he wants to be held tightly in Techno’s arms. And strangely he wishes for his parents, wanting to hear his mom whisper her reassurances. Wanting to feel his dad’s steady presence, he cries more.

“When my brother finds me, you’ll pay. He will make sure you pay.” He sobs into his knees.

He can hear a set of footsteps, suddenly feeling like a deer about to be ambushed.

“Look at me mate.” It’s not asking.

He looks up, not wanting to find out what would happen if he didn’t.

He’s met with red, crimson, like freshly spilled blood. He feels his heart stop for a moment, suddenly unable to get in a proper breath. His fear leaving him paralyzed at he looks into the eyes of a creature that is supposed to be a myth.

He hears it laugh, before speaking again. “I would like to see him try, after all these centuries, maybe someone can finally get close to killing me.”

And all Tommy can do is stare off into space, realizing he might never get to see his big brother again.

#bedrock bros #sbi au #sbi fic #tw kidnapping #tw dark sbi #sand duo are vampires #mcyt fandom

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eddieslov3 · 2 years

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First longer fic with Eddie Munson x Transmasc!reader . I just hope you will like it! In this one Eddie knows you're transmasc and is also madly in love with you, but you're oblivious. So a little sad but with a happy ending ;)! I just hope this is not stupid..

Trigger warnings: Transphobia, Homophobia, mentions of sexual actions, unprotected sex, oral, p in v, , drugs and alcohol (kinda), violence, dysphoria, unsafe binding. How to build a blunt with me (aka someone who never smoked weed). He likes to be called Master. Switch!Eddie and Switch!reader.

Its mostly fluff and sex but with a bit of plot...

Love, Love, Eddie Munson.

You're just staring at the words on your sheet of paper, your teacher gave you, your mind wandering. Today you woke up feeling super dysphoric and because you also had trouble breathing, you decided that binding wasn't the best idea. Yet you packed the bandages in your backpack. "Y/N are you okay you look so pale" a very familiar and to you comforting voice asks.

The Munson boy is looking at you from the row infront of you. Because usually you did talk to your best friend in Class. Today wasn't one of the days you were all bubbly and talkative. He frowned when you still didn't respond. "Hey.. Y/N." He even fully turned around his chair by now. With a low hum he just stands up. "Hey Mr.B. Y/N isn't feeling well, I'll get him home" he exclaims leaving both you and the teacher confused when he grabs your backpack, he didn't have to get his, because he never brought one like ever. And just drags you along out of the classroom.

Finally you realized what just happened and giggled while he just runs outside with you. Leaving school behind and jumping into his Van. "Come on baby, get in, lets go to my place" he said waving you over grinning. "Oh Eds you're such a mess, thanks for getting me out.. I.. I wasn't feeling well" you admit while getting in the car.

He snorts. "Yeah I know you little idiot", he says it lovingly and ruffles your h/c hair carefully. "I'm sorry that you have to go through that baby" he called you baby. He always does, it makes you feel special since he only ever called you baby. Even when the others are around.

Grabbing the steering wheel and turning the key, he does the little tounge thing and you can't not look at it. You stare at his hands in the process. No no no we can't be thinking about this...

You just think its adorable when he does. "You're doing it again Eds" you say putting your seatbelt on and then putting his seatbelt on for him too. "Doing what?" he asks starting the van and putting on music.

"the tounge thing! Put it away, no one wants to see your tounge!" you laugh and click in his seatbelt. He liked to be careless so you have been sticking with fastening his seatbelt because you don't want him to die. You lean back into your seat and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you kidnap me out of school again?" you ask him to get back onto the topic.

"You know how I care about you and can, clearly as your best friend, see when you're not feeling well. Especially when I know why~ so that's why we're gonna go to my place and just.. chill and smoke, okay?" he says his eyes focused on the road, but that somehow doesn't help since he isn't the best driver.

That is the last thing you're worried about. Became you're definitely used to his driving skills by now. "Smoking and just not thinking seems great", you respond clicking your tounge when he grins. "Oh please like you ever think at all" he teases trying to cheer you up, which is sadly not working at all. And he hates ut with a burning passion when youre upset. Hell.. he will do Anything just to make you feel better. To hear your beautiful laugh.

Slowly he pulls up to his Camper and parks the van a few feet away from it. As you buckeled him in, he also wants you to unbuckle him. "Baby can you unbuckle me?" he asks, voice soft and his gaze locked on yours. As soon as you hear him ask, you turn around and do it for him, your heads slightly bumping into each other. "Oh sorry Eds, I didn't mean to" you giggle and he just smiles. "Thats my boy" he says and unbuckles you before getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

You follow and gently close the vans door. He already has your backpack s you don't have to worry about that one. "Baby come on you're slow today" he calls out as he opens the campers door, smiling brightly as he sees that is uncle is not there.

Patiently he waits for you to walk in first. "What a gentleman you are, Eds" you say while kicking off your shoes and jacket. Even tho the camper wasn't the most beautiful or best decorated, you loved it there. The small bundles of trash from takeout or just old cans of beer and coke or the huge jar full with bottlecaps. Everything made you feel at home and safe. It may sound weird. It maybe could be that whenever you were with Eddie you could just be yourself and not face weird comments from classmates or even your own Family.

"Wanna drink something?" he asks you while you mindlessly walk to his room. "Can I maybe have a coke?" you then ask. He nods and grabs two cans and then hushes you into his room. Not really thinking about it you just crash into his bed, not long after he joins you. "So now can you finally really tell me whats wrong?" he knows, but on the other hand he also knows that it helps you when you can rant about it.

"nothing..." He already rises an eyebrow. "Ok ok fine, i couldn't bind this morning my lungs hurt from.. from binding too long and possibly wrong but how would I know" you ramble as he sets down the cans of coke on his nightstand. You run a hand through your hair. "So I didn't bind.. my mom called me her.. beautiful girl... And dad agreed." Your voice pitches a little when you say 'beautiful girl' just undermining how much you HATE when she calls you that. Because you did tell her you were trans.. she simply didn't care.

You quietly sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eddie lays down next to you, he's on his side, head propped against his hand. His other hand finding its way to you face wiping the tears carefully.

"she just doesn't care and it hurts Eddie.. its hurts so so much" you turn so that you can snuggle into his chest, not long after his arms wrap around you comfortingly. "Shh its okay.. she doesn't understand.. amd maybe she never will. But I understand and will never.. ever. You hear me baby. Never allow people to hurt you, even if it's your parents. No especially if your parents hurt you." he mumbles. "Really?" you ask sniffling.

He the looks at you, looking slightly hurt, you can tell that he is being dramatic. He lets go of you and swiftly brings his fist um to his heart collapsing onto the bed. You begin to laugh. "Oh no Y/N. You hurt my little black heart" he exaggerates and looks at you. You start laughing. "That's my beautiful boy.. no my beautiful manly man. You're manlier than me even, like have you seen me? I wear skinny jeans, babe" he said. Playing with his hair before sitting up again.

He grabs his weed and starts rolling a blunts always you look at him in awe. "You're Lite so good at this.." you look so awestruck everytime I do this" he mumbles doing the tounge thing again. "That's because I can't do it and try to copy your technique..." You say, telling the half truth. The other half being that you are literally crazy about his hands. He acts like he doesn't notice, but he always does. You're not particularly good at hiding shit from him. "You wanna try and roll one again?" he suggests. "We can do it together step by step.. come here" he pulls you closer and then goes to grab his grinder.

"that one I know, that's your Iron Maiden grinder, give that to me I can work that thing" you proudly say. He holds out his weed to you and you an smell him. He smells like cedarwood mixed with something that reminds you of how the sea smells with a tint of weed. But not the kind that smells awful. No. He just smells so fucking good. You just wanna lean into him and forget the world. Instead you grab the weed. "How many buds do we want?" you ask and he hands you two. "Just got a new delivery so as much as we like, which is two.. as of now. Wouldn't want you going home high as fuck" grinning he puts them in the grinder for you to crush them.

"That's right pretty boy" he says while breaking a cigarette for you, so that you can add tobacco to the blunt. You reach for his drawer. "Your filters were in your drawer right?" "Uh yeah the papes are there too" he says but he already has two filters between his lips. "Eds, can I have the one between your lips so we don't waste filters?" you ask, since he has two filters lodged between his lips. Grinning you reach out and take one, that's when he winks at you. "Thanks" you reach for the papes and give him one. "Now carefully look what I'm doing. I first take tobacco and put it in." You carefully watch and repeat the steps. "Now" he takes the grinder and empties it onto a small tray. "Some weed, make sure to spread it all over the tobacco" since he is concentrated his tounge is sticking out again, so does yours now tho. Doing as he says you smile, you knew these parts, what was hard for you was the blunt rolling. "Now the filter and then we roll" he states looking over. You're really focused on not fucking up. "Yes just like that. You're doing great" he smiles.

"now look how I roll it" he lifts your chin from your work and makes you look at his. With a few and quick movements, and him licking the pape, while you bite your lip, the blunt is done. "Voila" he grins. "Okay I can do that" you say, mostly to yourself. And then try, and to your surprise it works. You lick the pape and he looks you dead in the eye. "What?" you ask and roll the blunt. Not perfect but it works. "You're just adorable Sweetheart"

He grabs the blunt from your hands and sticks it between his lips. "Lets try, shall we?" Quickly he lights it and takes a hit, handing the blunt over to you. As always you take a hit just like him and lean down on the bed. His eyes scan you and you hold out the lit blunt. "Mh take it from me" you mumble and of course he does. After a few seconds of holding the smoke you puff it out in little circles. Eddie taught you one day and since then you like to show him every now and then.

Grinning widely he looks down at you and keeps smoking. "Good boy~" he purrs while softly blowing his smoke in your direction. "Thanks Master" you jokingly say and he just shoots you a weird look. "Mhh I like the sound of that" he mumbles but you're too distracted with sitting back up. "Mh what?" You ask and he just takes another hit, putting the thing aside and begins tickling you. "Eddie Stop!" you exclaim trying to push him away, beginning to laugh. "I will not, you little mischievous Idiot" he laughs lovingly while keeping to tickle you. This goes on for a solid ten minutes, but you actually don't mind. He is distracting you and you couldn't be happier.

He then gives up eventually, but you are still laughing and he can't help but look at you lovingly. "You're so pretty.." he mumbles and reaches out to cup your face.

A little confused you blink up at him. Without properly thinking, you answer. "No you are." He looks at you. Eyes to lips and back. You bite your lower lip slightly nodding. You don't need words, you just understand eachother. Slowly he leans in for a soft, pure and passionate kiss, slowly deepening it when he uses his thumb to open up your mouth a bit more, deepening the kiss. Slowly he pushes you down onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. "Eds.. I-"

"No, just.. let me know if you're okay with this.." he almost stumbles over his words but they still come out right and soft. Nodding you allow him to go further. "But.. just so you know.. I mean you know already- the point is. I have a vagina.. and you know." you reply while he just nods. "I know and that is okay." he continues, now slowly undressing you. If it is the weed that made you brave or him treating you like royalty, you just feel awesome.

Hesitantly you reach out for his shirt, carefully removing it from his body, tossing it somewhere next to the bed. Running your hands over his chest smiling and blushing at the same time. He chuckles. "You're adorable, you know that right?" he asks, while also tossing your shirt away, since you were already feeling bad in the morning, you had only thrown on a sportsbra, which he was quick to remove aswell. "Wow.. Y/N you're..."

Somehow this made you nervous so you covered up instinctively, he starts shaking his head slowly. "No need to Sweetheart, you're more than beautiful.. Handsome. The most handsome" he starts to leave small trail of kisses down your neck, then up again to your ear. Carefully he pulls you closer his hands toying with the hem of your underwear, you prefer to wear boxershorts, makes you feel manly.

Softly you take them off while looking at Eddie in the process. He just looks at you in awe, putting a strand of hair infront of his mouth. Clrearly blushing and pulling you close into a loving and pure kiss.

You can twll that he means it. Slowly he pulls you closer, kissing you slowly while you put your arms around his neck. You can feel his erection against your pussy, making you whine. "Oh fuck baby" Eddie hums into the kiss, rocking his hips slightly. Resulting in you moaning. "Eddie, please.." you say, voice breathy and shaking.

He continues and you start to rock against him. Grinning he looks at you. "Oh baby, you're so desperate for your master, arent you?" he asks, voice hoarse. His hands find their way to your ass and he holds you still while starting to massage it. Pressing your lips together yoy fight the urge to let out a lod moan. Instead you whimper and nust nod. "Use your words, Sweetheart~" teasingly he squishes your butt and then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"may I?" he polietly asks, and waits for your approval before continuing. You nod and look at him, lust in your eyes. With a slight chuckle he pulls on your underwear, with cooperating to take it off, the underwear flies across the room. "Fucking hell you're already so wet for me?" his tone shifted, his voice an octave lower while he lays you down on the bed to admire you. "Jesus H Christ.. you are even hotter than I could have imagined" he blurts out standing up to free his erection making you gulp. You bite your lip and immediately crawl up to him.

Licking your lips and looking up at him now it's his turn to whine. "Don't look at me like that, Baby" he warns you, but patiently waits for you to to do something. Finally close enough you adjust yourself. "I wanna give you a blowjob.. Please.. Master." you say giving him the best puppy eyes. "Mhhh fuck okay" he gives in pretty easily. "You're so fucking hot.." he mumbles while you take his cock in your hands and start licking the tip slowly. Trying to muffle his whines he bites his lip, lacing his fingers into your hair, grabbing it lightly. The power he now has over you makes you even wetter, you're basically dripping for him.

He throws his head back, his eyes rolling back with lust. He gently pushes you towards his lengh, just for you to lick all over and then take him fully in your mouth. "Fuck Sweetheart you're perfect" he moans through grittet teeth looking back down at you. While deepthroating his cock you innocently look up at him which makes him grunt, rutting his hips against you. You let him slip out of your mouth, licking your lips.

Now a little more confident, you stand up pushing him down onto his bed, crawling over him. "Now let me fuck you" you say running your hands over his chest, up to his throat scratching him a bit. He moans your name along with a few profanities. "Oh please do fuck me... You're literally so hot" he points out grabbing your butt and massaging it while pulling you into a heated kiss. You automatically deepen the kiss and just lay on top of him. His erection pressed to your lower belly, you grin into the kiss and start moving against it

"JesusH Christ, Y/N Sweetheart, you're being a tease" he grunts but still continues kissing you. "I know Babyboy" you tease him even more, your hand slipping between the two of you, running a hand over your wet pussy whining while doing, before using it to tease him even more, he can't thake hiss eyes off of you.

You coat his cock with your wetness as he moans your name again. "Fuck Baby" you say, slowly jerking him off teasing yourself with his tip. He starts to get impatient and grabs your hips slowly pushing himself into you. Both of your moans mix and you dind it extremely hot when he just carelessly moans, especially when he sits up, as he is doing, leans back a bit on one hand using the other hand to hold you in place, fucking you just right. "Fuck Right there keep going" you whimper and start moving against him.

Both of you moaning eachothers names and nicknames, when you call him Master again he starts moving a little faster, you lace your Hands around his neck, holding yourself steady. Which leads to him leaning forward to use his free hand to rub your clitoris. "I'm cumming" you moan at the pleasent feeling of him now hitting the right spot. "Me too Babyboy" he whines. Working to your highs together always gets you. As you feel his warmth fill you, your body reacts by climaxing aswell, juices mixing, him being out of breath, his locks sticking to his face from the sweat that build up.

For a moment the two of you continue moving, causing you to quickly climax again. "Fuck that was hot, not gonna lie" he admits grinning while slowly pulling out of you, carefully. He then gets up to grab a towel, slowly and as careful as possible to clean you up. "God I'm so in love with you Eds" you finally admit while he is cleaning up your pussy. With a slight chuckle he looks at you. "Good because I also am deeply in love with you, Y/N"

I so hope this didn't suck, I hope this made some people happy ;) and just hope you also like it. And just saying my inbox 📥 is open for ANYONE who needs help or just someone to vent or just if you wanna send me cute pictures of your pets! Have a Lovely day and just know you can also suggest things for me to write! I'm also open to write for different fandoms and ofc different stranger things characters!

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honeytreah · 3 months

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ONESHOT (WARNING SEX) MINORS DNI

“Do you want to run away?” Beth whispers softly as she turns onto the other side of the blanket. Away from her. Her bun unravels and the white lotus Hazel had tucked into her hair earlier slips out, getting pushed along by the river of brown curls that covers her back a moment later. Eventually, it falls in the space between them and Hazel can’t help but feel like she’s the flower. Beth’s pushing her away, she thinks, Because she already knows her answer. She had only asked if she wanted to run away just now, not because she thought she was going to change her mind, but because this was her way of saying goodbye. Hazel’s chest tightens.

She can’t imagine a world without Beth, but it’s better this way. Hopefully, she can find peace somewhere far away from Lang and this cruel place. Moving closer, she presses her body against hers. She’s so warm, and she smells like jasmine. Beth sniffles, wiping her eyes and Hazel cups her face, turning it so she looks at her. Her face is lit by the soft, orange glow from the lamp on the ground beside them and she can just glimpse the gold flecks in her eyes. The ones she’d spent every waking moment counting. 14. That’s how many she had in each eye. Hazel rubs her thumb over her bottom lip, watching as her eyes darken. She pushes her thumb between her lips and she sucks it into her mouth. She expects her to do it hesitantly, but maybe it’s because this is her last day with her, but she licks her with abandon, and it feels as if this is her way of saying all the things she couldn’t. How much she’s going to miss her. How much she doesn’t want to leave if it’s not with her. Hazel pulls her thumb out, and kisses her. Beth slips her fingers into her hair, her touch gentle, and her chin trembles.

Who will ever touch her with so much tenderness again? Beth parts her lips and Hazel slips her tongue into her mouth. Their kisses are rough, frantic, and all she can think about is how she’ll wake up tomorrow morning and Beth won’t be at her side. She rolls on top of her, pressing her body flat to hers, and she’s vaguely aware of their bodies moving. . .Then they begin tumbling down the hill. Splash! They fall into the pond and Hazel kicks up to the surface. Beth. She can’t swim! She gropes around for her, grabbing onto Beth’s arms.

Pulling her up out of the water, she holds her breath. Waiting for her to scold her. But then she laughs, the sound so soft and sweet it makes her heart ache. And as she does, the most beautiful dimples appear in her cheeks and she wonders when she’ll ever see a smile so beautiful again. Moving towards her, Hazel cups Beth’s cheeks and pushes her mouth against hers. She moans, wrapping her arms around her neck as she opens her mouth. Hazel lifts her up onto the bank, biting her lip as she looks at her. Long, wet curls fall past her shoulders, stopping at her hips. Her brown dress is completely soaked through, contouring mercilessly to her curves. Her nipples are tight against the fabric, and leaning forward, Hazel licks one of them. Beth shudders, her green eyes smoldering. She licks her slightly harder as she slides her hand up her dress. She presses her fingers against her wet panties, watching as Beth’s dark lashes lower. Moving her fingers higher, she rubs against her clit. A shaky moan leaves Beth’s lips and Hazel goes faster.

Beth throws her head back, the light catching her sharp jaw. Hazel grabs her throat, kissing along her jaw all the way to her ear. Her earrings glint softly, and watching her, she sucks one into her mouth. Beth cries out, arching her breasts. Hazel cups them with both hands and Beth grabs her wrists, whimpering. Releasing her earring, Hazel smiles. She moves to the other and Beth gazes at her, her eyes dark and seductive. She sucks this one a bit harder, still rubbing Beth’s breasts. Her breathing becomes heavier and she moves one of her hands back underneath her dress. Pushing her underwear slightly to the side, she rubs Beth’s pussy. Her skin’s so soft, and wet. Sliding her fingers inside of her, she moves to yet another earring. This one right on her cartilage. The diamond’s a bit larger than the others but still, she sucks on it anyway. Beth bucks her hips, pushing her fingers in further. There’s no words said between them, but there doesn’t have to be. It’s honestly better that way. Hazel doesn’t think she’d be able to get a word out without crying. And neither would Beth. She thrusts her fingers in and out. Beth clenches her legs, whimpering. Hazel gently pushes them apart, moving her hand faster.

Beth slides her fingers into her hair and brings her mouth down on hers again. This time, the kiss is a bit gentler. Hazel licks her softly, wanting to take the time to feel her mouth against hers. Beth returns her licks with softer, slower ones, tilting Hazel’s head as she wants. She moves her hand between Hazel’s legs and rubs her clit. Hazel breaks the kiss, panting against her mouth. Beth moves faster, sliding her other hand up Hazel’s shirt. She cups her breast, pushing her palm against her her nipple and she groans, leaning her forehead against Beth’s. Beth sucks on her bottom lip as she pushes Hazel’s underwear to the side, and slides her fingers inside of her. Beth’s fingers are soft and warm, and she bucks her hips, pushing them further in. Hazel pushes one more finger inside of her, rubbing along her clit with her thumb as their lips meet again. She kisses her roughly, matching the pace of her fingers with Beth’s so they’ll orgasm together. Beth‘s legs begin shuddering and Hazel grabs her other hand, threading her fingers through hers. Beth squeezes her hand, her fingers turning white. They move faster, swallowing each other’s moans. Heat fills Hazel’s body, and she pulls away, looking at Beth.

“I love you,” Hazel whispers. She doesn’t know if she’ll say it back. And maybe, it’s because of the haze Beth’s fingers had put her in, but she can’t get herself to care. All that matters, in this moment, is that they’re here. Spending their last day together.

“I love you too,” Beth says, so softly she almost doesn’t hear it. Hazel swallows, her heart racing. Had she heard her right? But before she can ask her, Beth cries out, climaxing. Hazel wants to hold back just so she can ask her to repeat what she said but she orgasms a moment later, her hips shuddering. Beth kisses her, and Hazel’s eyes begin to lower. All the fighting from today has worn her out. She licks her softly, coaxing her to close her eyes. If only for a moment. But she knows it won’t be. She fights to stay awake but Beth’s mouth is too soft, and too warm, and so with each second that passes, she forces herself to remember how breathtaking her skin looks in the moonlight, how soft and beautiful her laugh is, how tender her gaze is when she looks at her, and most importantly, the 14 gold flecks she’d spent every day since they’d met counting.

“I love you,” she murmurs over and over as their lips part and then find each other’s again. Her eyes finally close, and the last thing she feels is Beth’s hand squeezing hers before she falls asleep. . .

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"I feel safe around you" The Danse x X6 fic

Chapter 5

WARNING: SMUT, LIKE SO MUCH OF IT- A LOT OF SEX

Also this chapter is longer than the rest-

With that in mind enjoy!

X6 sat there speechless.

"I mean you don't have to-" Danse started before X6 cuts him off.

"N-no I want to help..." X6 said flushed. The idea of seeing, let alone touching Danse's cock made his entire body hot. Danse smiled and kissed X6 again- grabbing the the sides of his face.

X6 pulls away so he can turn more towards Danse, Danse leans in and kisses X6's neck, making him moan quietly...

He starts kissing down X6's chest, sucking on his chest as well, leaving a trail of hickeys, and making him let out embarrassing whines. Danse's hands are roaming up and down his sides.

"...fuck Danse...." X6 moans out. Danse hands tug at X6's sweat pants and underwear. Before he could ask, X6 shuffled out of both and tugged at Danse's pants, he let out growl of approval and also got out of his pants.

"Can I touch it...?" X6 asked.

"Go ahead..." Danse said.

X6 bites his lip and grabbed Danse's cock, it was bigger than his and throbbed at his touch, he moved his hand slowly. Danse hummed in approval and reached out his hand to do that same for X6.

X6 jolted when Danse's hand grabbed his cock, it felt different from when he would do it himself, he moaned softly as Danse moved his hand, and he tried to match his rhythm. They continued like this, speeding up a little more and more.

"Shit I'm already close..." X6 said between moans, his hand letting go of Danse's cock and griping the bed sheets.

"Good... let it all out...." Danse encouraged softly, moving his hand faster.

"Oh fuckk... D-DANSE!!!" X6 shouts as he thrusts in Danse's hand, making loud shuddering moans- leaning his forehead on Danse's shoulder, catching his breath....

"Better?" Danse asks.

"Much... let me finish you off..." X6 said, griping Danse's cock again and moved his hand- making Danse tilt his head back and moaned.

X6 kept at it, increasing speed slowly as he kissed and left hickys all over his body- Danse's moans where like music to his ears...

X6 moved his hand faster and faster, teasing Danse's body with his mouth and other hand.

"Mmmm fuuuuckkk... I'm close...." Danse moaned out. X6 griped his hand a little tighter and moved even faster at those words, his other hand groping Danse's chest, X6 pulled his head away so he could see Danse cum.

"F-FUCK!" Danse grunted as he buckled hard in X6's hand, cuming all over the others torso.

"shit..." X6 said breathlessly, and realized that his cock was hard again-

"It's going to be a long morning isn't it?" Danse said in flirty tone, his dick was still raring to go.

"mmmm... I suppose we're both pretty pent up..." X6 says, rubing his hands on Danse's chest and continues "I wanna taste you..."

With that said, Danse grabbed X6's face once again and opened his mouth with his thumb, and slid his tongue in the others mouth.

X6 moaned into Danse's mouth, he grabbed hold of the sheets and tangled his fingers in them. X6 broke their kiss, breathing heavily.

"I ment something... else..." X6 said suggestively.

"Are you sure?" Danse asked, knowing what X6 meant.

"Very..." X6 said, shifting on the bed so that his mouth was mere inches from Danse's cock, only stopping to look up at Danse for approval, who nodded at X6- with that X6 licked Danse's cock slowly, savoring the taste.

"Fuck..." Danse moaned out, watching X6 lick the length of his cock clean, then move slowly up his shaft, making slow circles around Danse's tip, lapping up his precum. X6 had seen humans do this by accident- he's glad to have seen that now.

He then put his lips around Danse's cock, which rewarded him the sounds of Danse's moans, he moved down slowly, sticking his tongue out as took Danse's cock inside his mouth.

"Oh fuuuckk that's good... keep going..." Danse panted out, grabbing the back of X6's head lightly, guiding the others motions. X6's cock twitched at Danse's praise. He moved his head slightly faster, and a little deeper, obeying Danse's hand, going along with the rhythm.

"Shhiiiiittt... you're sooo gooood...." Danse praised, moaning loudly, making X6 dick throb and twitch- and making him moan on Danse's cock. Danse grunted at the feeling and tightened his grasp on X6's head, pushing down on his head hard and thrusting into X6's throat- getting lost in the pleasure, X6 blinked hard as tears welled up his eyes and then squeezed them shut as waves of pleasure washed over him and he began to moan as Danse thrusted relentlessly.

"AH FUCK!" Danse grunted loudly buckling as he came down the others throat, X6 moaned helplessly as he came as well, managing to swallow Danse's load, Danse jolted as he realizes what he just did, and pulls X6's head off him.

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Danse asks, breathing heavily.

"Yeah... I'm okay, it felt really good... and you taste so fucking good too..." X6 said, a little dazed.

Danse let out a sigh of relief, and kisses X6.

"Let's get some breakfast in us, hmm?" Danse says chuckling a little.

The two took longer to ready than usual, as they couldn't seem to stop flirting- lost in their own world...

~~~a week later~~~

The two were inseparable, and the news that X6 and Danse where a couple spread around pretty quickly- X6 managed to deal with the questions

'When did this happen?' 'Oh how long?' 'So you and Danse aye?' things like that. Nate was ecstatic when Danse and X6 told him.

"That's amazing! I thought you two might of got along, but not THIS well! Ahhh! I'm so happy for you two!!" Nate said energetically.

"Thanks Nate..." Danse chuckled.

"Yes, thank you" X6 said with a smile.

~~~

X6 never knew he could miss someone so much, but here he was trying to get back to Sanctuary so he could see Danse, it'd a had been a long day of doing solo missions.

"I'm home" X6 called out, seeing his boyfriend (he still can't believe he's calling Danse that) making dinner.

"Welcome home X." Danse greets, putting the freshly made soup into bowls for the both of them, and putting them on the coffee table.

"mmm smells good" X6 complemented as he sat down on the couch.

They ate dinner as they caught up with each other, chatting about their days.

"I missed you while I was out..." X6 said as he washed the dishes.

"Aww, I missed you too~" Danse says getting off the couch, hugging X6 from behind.

"Heh... it's strange feeling to me, I've never missed someone before..." X6 says, drying his hands on a towel.

X6 turns around and returns Danse's hug. Danse smiles at him and kisses his forehead gently.

X6 chuckles softly and kisses Danse. The two stay in the embrace, swaying a little- X6 kissing Danse again and letting go of the hug.

"Well I'm sure you'll get used to missing me, you're a fast learner after all..." Danse said being flirtatious, grabbing both of X6 hands. X6 couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I'm sure I will..." X6 said, lacing his fingers with Danse's, who smiles at X6 and leans in and kisses him deeply, X6 wrapped his arms around Danse's neck and deepens the kiss. They pull apart for air and continue kissing. Danse puts his hands on X6's waist and smiles into the kiss a little, X6 can't help but do the same.

"I... I love you" X6 says breathlessly, meeting Danse's eyes.

Danse's expression turns to pure joy when he hears that.

"I love you too X..." Danse responded happily.

The two smiled and stayed there for a moment in their embrace, holding each other and kissing again, kissing turned into making out...

After a while, they parted again, leaning on one another's foreheads- catching their breaths.

"We should continue this in bed..." Danse said with a flirtatious smile, X6 nodded in agreement.

It wasn't long before the two where both naked and in bed together, kissing one another passionately. X6 straddles Danse's lap, biting at the man's lower lip and nibbling on it lightly, teasing him a bit. This caused Danse to bite X6's lip back, X6 whined at the feeling, the two teased each other... X6 could feel Danse getting hard and that made him even more horny.

"I want you Danse..." X6 said, breathing heavily- rubing his ass against Danse's hardened cock.

"Are you sure...?" Danse asked in a lowered voice.

"Yes, please... I'm ready..." X6 begged.

Danse didn't hesitate any longer and pushed X6 down onto the bed, he leaned down on top of X6, pinning him down with his body. X6 moaned when Danse kissed the skin under his chin and jaw.

"Fuc-" X6 started, but was interrupted by Danse licking down his neck, sucking at the soft skin.

"Fuck" X6 whispered out, arching his hips up.

Danse kept licking and sucking all the way down making his way to the others ass, Danse licked X6's ass- sending a jolt of pleasure right up X6's spine, making him moan.

"You okay?" Danse asks.

"Y-yes, keep going..." X6 said, griping the bed sheets.

Danse continued to lap at X6's asshole, making the other man moan out.

"I'm going to stick my fingers inside, alright?" Danse asked, looking at X6 for consent.

"O-okay..." X6 nodded, blushing.

Danse's finger slid inside X6's hole, moved slowly in and out, X6 breathing with the movements- he moaned lightly as another finger entered him, Danse increased speed and went a little deeper. X6 felt a building pleasure pooling in his stomach and he starts to unconsciously thrust against Danse's fingers.

"Danse... please...." X6 begged, his whole body was screaming for more. Danse pulled out his fingers and stroked his throbbing cock and spat on it- getting the tip wet, X6 watched with baited breath.

"Are you really sure...?" Danse asked once again.

"Yes- please... fuck me..." X6 pleaded.

Danse growled as he placed the tip against X6's asshole and pushed as gently as he could, X6 breathed deeply as Danse slowly entered him, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Almost there..." Danse soothed, cuping X6's face. X6 feels that pleasure starting to pool again in his stomach and moans a little, fluttering his eyes open.

"Fuck your tight..." Danse grunts as he finally thrusts the rest of his cock inside of X6.

X6 takes a big deep breath "You can start moving, I'm okay..." X6 reassures.

Danse moves slowly, in and out- caressing X6's body as he does so, X6 moans softly, grabbing onto Danse's back.

"You feel so good X..." Danse groans as he thrusts deeply into X6- hitting a sweet spot, making X6 see stars.

"AAAH F-FUCK!" X6 Moans loudly, digging his nails into Danse's back. "Aaahh... shit... D-Danse... keep doing t-that" X6 huffed.

With that, Danse increases his pace, hitting that sensitive spot again and again. X6 was gripping onto Danse's back tightly, moaning out in pleasure every time Danse hit that spot. He began to pant heavily as the pleasure builds and builds.

"Danse's! D-Danse~ I'm gonna... I-I'm gonna c-um!" X6 cried out.

"F-fuuuckkk... me too..." Danse grunted, his thrusts becoming desperate.

X6 reaches his climax within seconds, he moans loudly as he cums, leting out screams of pleasure as Danse is still going.

"Can I c-cum inside?" Danse manages to pant out, as he starts to buckle.

"Yesss!" X6 shouted, feeling like he's going to cum again. Danse thrusted hard as he finally came inside, grunting loudly.

"Ahh!" X6 moaned as he came again.

They were going to be sleeping well tonight...

{End of chapter 5}

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[07 Casey Summer]

Casey had no idea why he was doing; he didn't really understand much of anything he's been doing since his mum passed away. Things were a strange blur. It felt like he was stuck in place, while everything around him moved on, changed. He didn't like the feeling. But he figured, maybe he just needed a change too, and he'd feel better. Yeah, totally how that works.

It's why he was starting simple; his hair. That was easily fixed if he hated it. Shame he knew approximately fuck and all about it. He was smart enough to grab a box of red hair dye but, that's as far as his knowledge went. Good thing he had a daughter who knew a lot more about this than him.

Stopping at her room, Casey briefly knocks, before letting himself in. He notes the mess; one day she'll clean it - Casey will be sure to play the lottery that day,

"Dimsum, I need t' ask yer somethin'," Casey asks, glancing down to the box in his hand, "How d' yer add red streaks t' yer hair?"

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Summer luckily some may say, had never be to a funereal before the one held for her grandma. Go through all the motions that came from it. Sure they still had time with her before it happened Summer asking to go every chance given, sometimes she went by herself just wanting to try and soak in every last minute with her grandma that was left. But didn't matter if those minutes span into hours, days and more. When the time finally came, it was still too soon. Summer thought funerals were meant to help with the whole saying goodbye of someones death. But it didn't help Summer in the slightest. When she would tell her grandma goodbye before during visits and such? that was different because she was there to say it back to her. Summer sighed as she was looking over the copy of the funeral program she had kept for herself. Looking at the image of her grandam on front. Listed under was some basic information to summarize her life. Summer didn't like how short it was. Felt like it should have more to it then a few sentences. Felt like it should be bigger or have more pages even.

How can you really capture all one person was in just this one piece of paper alone? She wasn't the biggest fan of the photo they picked for it either didn't 'feel' like her grandma either. Laid out on her bed, program held up in the air above her thinking of how many things shes still wanted to ask and talk to her grandma about. Summer could talk for ever enough for three people she heard pop's joke before. But, not even Summer could cram in every conversation she wanted and needed to have with her grandma. She just felt hurt now. Not the kind you walk off in a hockey game either. It was hollow.

The faint knock on her door dose snap her out of her mind as she hums a little and lowers her program down to her chest before look to the side of the door. A few silent blinks looking towards her Dad right now. Casey wasn't hiding the pain of the loss as much as he seemed to think he was. But more than Summer was aware of she just offers a smile and swings her legs over to side of her bed. Swift motion to help set her to sit up right as she did. Gently setting her program to the bedside table. The only thing in her room not half hazard throw into the mess it always was. And would be.

"Dimsum, I need t' ask yer somethin',"

"Yeah?" Summer asks with a tilt of her own head a slightl frown tug her smile down. No one could blame Casey for how he was these day's. Summer was sure the days she had to go through what he was would be hard as well. Course, she wasn't excatly in the mood to fully explore that thought shifting her thoughts back on to the small little things. How her Dad's voice was just off these days, the sadden look that filled his eyes, the way he carried himself was so different as well. His sadness was heavy and clear. Summer noticed how he looked at the mess in her room sure he always tossed out a 'clean your room' not that anyone understood why. It wasn't going to happen after all.

"If it's ta clean my room, I 'hink the bed and closet are to full at 'his point." Summer makes a mention of because that was her way of cleaning her room. She was just trying to lighten the mood a little as she started to kick her feet. Maybe it's just because shes with her Dad so much but it's so easy to feel how low and heavy his mood has become these days. Maybe working a faint smile or laugh would work? Uncle Mikey always said smiling and laughing was the perfect cure. Please be right for once.

"How d' yer add red streaks t' yer hair?"

She tilts her head further as the swing to her legs come to a stop a moment "my hair?" She reaches up to play with a strand of red at the moment. She been doing the streaks longer than the blue black she started desperately to stain her hair with. "Well I jus' get the junk from the corner store and -" Summer slwoly let's her words fall off her tongue as something click.

Moving to stand uo on her mattress as she sets her hand son her Dad's shoulders. Pushing down on them as she struggles to try and peer over the top of his head. Casey was sturdy enough for the sudden act of Summer inspecting the top of her father's head. "Jeez Dad ya gettin' all Grey again? Old age ain't takin' it easy uh?" Summer questions before moving to hop off the side of her bed assuming she has the right puzzle pieces in her head. "Last week they had a sale so I got extra! We can cover up your grays real quick."

Summer suggests hopful in tone and her gaze she has fixed on her Dad. Because well they been so down and they haven't hung out much, all the funeral stuff doesn't count. Besides Casey felt not fully here lately. Summers sure it's just grief maybe but.

"I mean I only got 'he course but we could match it'll be fun an' I won't tease ya 'bout your grays even!" She threw in a little bargaining chip not that needed it, Casey was a massive push over when it came to Summer and she knew it. As she took hold of hus wrist with both her hands and started to tug and pull for him to follow her. "Come on I wanna try and get it done before pops gets back we can surpise 'im."

Summer seemed to get her Dad to go along with her plan. Having him sat on the kitchen floor due to height as she was stood behind him taking care of his hair, making sure she got a good covering on every sliver section she found helped the red stand out more too. Section it all off so she could make it wasn’t all choppy. sure it be clear it was a home dye job but she was determined to make it look nice as can be.

"See now you an' I can match even more be like we did it on purpose, oh! I can get a mask and we can take photos together like that too!" Summer has been chatting away and away with Casey well they waited for the dye to process before having to wash it out. "Ya should let me borrow more of your clothes then we can go all put on the twinsy" Summer contuined on to talk and talk. Things she normal would hate and cringe and calling embrassing, but Casey wasn't talking, so if she kept talking, maybe he would?

Hearing the sound of the window opening had her moving over to peek over towards Raphael climbing on through the window. "Aw popd ya back too soon." She fakes a pout but gestures him to come over anyway. He'll tease Casey like always and Dad will be a bitch back. "Check it out pops!" Summer says presenting Casey to Rapphel soon moving to sit next to Casey on the floor. "Ain't done yet but once he's done well be all matching with red." She beams woth taking out her phone and holding it up to take a picture of the two of them together. "It'll look betta once done." Summer contuines on chatting away pretending not to notice.

Not to notice Casey not talking, and to not notice that Raphael seemed just as concerned himself. When he didn't out right tease Casey for doing this. Raph walked over slowly pulling over a chair from the kitchen table to sit near the two of them.

"Jeez she talk ya into it 'hat easy?" Raphael finally spoke up. And summer tried to not notice the lack of a response to follow. Raph went and slightly nudged Casey with his leg. Casey saying something thought he try it out but there's not really emotion to the words. Summer dose risk a look up towards Raphael who share her stare a moment before he jist slams his hands to Casey's shoulders. Playfully rocking Casey back and forth. "Ya know ya too old for that Case, trying to act younger now?" He teases just faintly.

Summer hopes it's enough for at least an annoyed expression. She really wishes grandma could have stuck around just a bit longer, for her Dad at least.

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