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atom-writings · 10 months

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I'd love to see the main 8 in Hetalia coming home to their so passed out while reading a book. Extra points if the so is plus sized please! And btw your cat is ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!!(I have 2 tuxedo kitties myself named Italy and Romano). Please and thank you!!!

(Main 7? x Reader) Coming home to their sleeping S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N omg!!! kitties!!! send pics sometime!!! Btw thank u for ur continued support i know youve been here for a while and i appreciate it :3 (ALSO I DIDNT DO CHINA IM SORRY ITS 1AM AUUUGH)

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

As soon as you got home, Alfred could tell something was off. Although it wasn't every day that you would run to greet him, he could count on at least a loud “Hey!” from across his home. But when he set his bags down from work, he heard no such thing.

Immediately, he tried to recall the morning you had spent together. Unluckily for him, it was nothing but a blur. You had... been there. He remembered that for sure, but if you had said something about being busy, he couldn't recall.

But that must be what had happened. Maybe he should set his alarms earlier, he concluded. But as for now, surely you would return home soon. There was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well enjoy his time alone.

So, like a child, his immediate instinct was to tear off his stiff work clothes, now wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt (If anyone saw him through the window, well, that's nothing but a gift to them,) And like that, he pranced around the home doing his daily routine. Putting away his newly acquired paperwork, washing the dishes before dinner, and putting his suit away in the closet. Or well, that is what he was going to do, before he opened the bedroom door to you, fast asleep.

You were splayed out across the bed, your book still clasped tightly even as your chubby chest rose and fell. He sighed to himself, smiling softly and looking at you like one would look at a long-lost lover.

Well, clearly you had had a tiring day. It would be rude of him to wake you up now, he thought. He would rather do so later, after he's made a dinner both of you would adore.

Arthur didn't like quiet houses. It always made him nervous. Probably paranoia left over from back in the days when you would have to constantly fear for your life. But that justification didn't help. His fear remained, which is why he was so excited to have you move in with him. With you, there would always be a faint, friendly presence. But today, when he returned home from work, he couldn't help feeling unnerved.

Although you weren't spontaneous by any means, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to suddenly disappear, off to do god knows what. It wasn't a habit Arthur particularly enjoyed, but he loved you despite it. And because you loved him too, you would at least usually leave a text message. But he had received none.

Just to be sure, he pulled out his phone and checked again. Nothing.

Well, he was dismayed, to say the least. But you wouldn't be gone long, he knew that for sure. Now all he had to do... was wait.

So he wandered into the living room, setting his briefcase down by the door before he jumped back. His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly saw you, laying on the couch.

Clutching a hand to his chest to catch his breath, he approached quickly. But then he noticed the soft, almost unnoticeable smile on your face... the one you always wore while resting in his home. Slowly, he crouched down beside you, caressing your cheek while you slept. How adorable.

He was a lucky man, he thought to himself. He was very fortunate to be able to come home to this sight.

It was an exhausting day, to say the least. First, he was late to work, then he had to actually do his work, and then on the way home, traffic was the worst he's seen in months. So when he stumbled into his apartment, all he wanted was to see your wonderful face... and also maybe a cup of tea.

Which, when he looked around the flat, he was almost greeted by. Through the windowed doors to his balcony, he merely saw the end of your legs, propped up on an old metal chair.

“Mon ange?” He calls out to you, walking towards the balcony with a smirk.

When you didn't respond, he asked again louder, “Y/N?”

For a moment, he felt dread creeping up his spine, before he rounded the corner to see you. Fast asleep, with your book laid against your chest as you snored.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It seems you had the same idea he had. As slowly as possible, as to not wake you from your peaceful slumber, he pulled up a chair from inside right next to you. As he sat down, he kept looking over to you, a loving smile upon his face even as his eyes began to weigh more and more.

“Y/N, my love!” Ivan calls out as soon as he enters your shared home.

“Крошка? Where are you?“ He continues, as he begins wandering through the house in search of you. But as he entered more rooms, only to hear no response, his blood began to grow colder.

You had said you would be home when he got home, yet you were nowhere to be found yet. You rarely didn't respond to his calls either, so needless to say, your out-of-character behaviour was beginning to frighten him.

Had you lied? He searched the living room. Had there been an emergency? He searched the kitchen. Had you been taken? He searched the office. Had something horrible happened? He searched the bedroom- Oh.

As he burst into the bedroom, the door being moments from slamming into the wall, all his worries were eased. He grabbed the door to silence it before stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. Before him, you were curled up tightly around your book, your breathing soft and rhythmic.

“Как драгоценный…” he whispered to himself before crawling next to you. As he looked upon your sleeping face, he felt his heart doing somersaults. Well, if you weren't conscious to protest, there was no reason he couldn't watch your lovely face until you awoke.

Feliciano was not a working man. He had realized that within his first 30 years of life, and the last 3,000 had only cemented it. All he wanted to do when he dragged himself home to you was curl up in your lap and cry his stresses away. So when you told him you would meet him at home after work, he was quick to rush home (breaking countless traffic laws in his wake,) to meet you.

But when he reached home, only to not immediately see or hear you, he couldn't help flopping flat onto the floor. Dust and dirt be damned. He was goddamn tired, and there he would lay until you came home to see him. Or well, that's what he thought, until before he heard your soft snores coming from the living room. Lucky, considering he was about to start snoring himself and drown you out.

Reluctantly, he peeled himself off the floor and stumbled over to the living room. There, you were out cold on his old couch, still holding the book you had been telling him all about just the day before.

Adorable, was his first thought. Seeing you all peaceful, your chubby body relaxed on his couch. You really trusted him and his home that much? Amazing.

But then he started feeling jealous. He wanted to take a nap too! How long had you been here, relaxing while he had been working? Well, working was a pretty big stretch, but still! You were so lucky. But it's his couch, and you're his partner, so he was going to cuddle up against you and nap too, regardless of whether he woke you up in the process or not.

When he had given you a key to his residence, Ludwig had really not expected you to use it as much as you had. But it seemed that every other day, he would return from whatever he had been doing to find you in his home, doing whatever. You had said something about even mundane things being more fun when you were with him. A sentiment he could understand at least a little, considering he wasn't one to complain about your presence. It comforted him just as much as it did you, even if he was afraid to admit it.

So when he returned home from the grocery store to find your shoes laid next to his, he wasn't surprised in the slightest. He just simply sighed and continued his day, quickly putting away his groceries.

“Y/N, how long have you been here?” He asks casually from the kitchen after he sees your figure laying on his couch. No response, but maybe you had your earbuds in. It's no matter.

But when he finishes his task and walks over, he instantly realizes you were asleep. It was the first time this had happened... and he really didn't know what to do.

He sat on the coffee table across from you, staring at you intensely as he was deep in thought. Would it be rude to wake you? Would it be weird to let you keep sleeping in his apartment? God, he really wishes he could call Feliciano right now... but no! He knows you better, and he'll figure this out by himself. Even... even if it takes him a few minutes of pacing to decide.

But after he's finished sweating, he lets you keep sleeping. You must've needed it, and he'd be remiss to take that away from you. Plus, you look cute when you sleep, but he'd never even admit that to himself.

Although Kiku was one of the most anxious people on planet Earth, he never worried when it came to you. That's part of why he liked you so much. It was never stressful, around you, everything came easily to him. So when you hadn't responded to his text telling you he was on his way home, he assumed the best. You were busy, and it meant nothing more than that.

When he arrived at your shared home, he didn't panic when he didn't hear you. He simply decided to go about his normal routine, not searching for you. You would let him know where you were soon, he knew it. But even if it didn't, it was alright.

But when he was bringing his laundry into his bedroom, he was a little shocked to find you laying on your shared bed, still holding your book tightly. Although his heart stopped for a moment, he quickly calmed down. He silently set the basket he was holding down, walking over to you and leaning over the bed. With a gentle touch on the shoulder, he woke you up.

“Silly, you fell asleep...” He teases softly as you start to open your eyes, “Wake up, let's go make dinner together.”

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xaeydnquartz · 16 days

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Part of me kinda wants to stop DMing my first and current campaign? IDK just need to vent

So, brief expo. like many, got into CR during the pandemic (mainly due to "The Legend of Vox Machina" which lead to me actually bingeing the all 3 campaigns) During which time a friend (who was in my immediate friend group but like the rest of my friend group, i didnt really feel close to) told me that he was really into CR as well. As a fresh new critter, i was stoked. Was able to share my blossoming love of CR with someone (FINALLY!) during which we both mentioned how D&D looked so much fun and that it would be really great to be able to play and ooo what if we got our friends together and played.

After which we discussed, if we did, who would be DM? Seeing as how none of our friends really played D&D our talk lead to either my friend or me and after asking the question "Which do you think you would prefer more?" It was clear i would try my hand at DMing (i like lore in games, and i like storytelling, and im a tad bit of a control freak at times, lol)

Anyway, we eventually got in touch with our close knit of friends, and though i intended to be a standard 6 we suddenly had an 8 party party (and that was with me having to tell even less close friends there wasnt room).

Feeling it would still be manageable (as there was precedent that i could pull inspo from, CR) i began planning a rough idea of a campaign and working with my friends to create their characters and running a session 0 so we were all on the same page. You know standard stuff.

-Fast Forward to current date and time-

It has its stressful moments, but i still am able to enjoy the time with my friends for the most part (though theres a lot of times were ive never felt lonelier) Which brings me to the whole point of the post, my need to vent to the void about this loneliness. Nobody really gets in touch or interacts with me at all. Not to talk about the campaign or even collab on their characters. The most i get are occasional critiques about how i could have done something better couple sessions prior and request to add another person to the 8 person party. When we have sessions, people show up late quite often, leave early quite often, have to cancel as they have other things they are doing (even though we planned and scheduled weeks prior) and even when people are there they somtimes feel like they arent always present. i already feel extremely distant from all of them as they all live closer to each other while i live on the totally opposite side of the state and theyve known each other way longer than i have, but the minimal interactions they have with me, the DM/GM of all people, just continues to add to all of it I know we all are busy with our lives, and that compared to those things D&D is really not that big of a deal or important. And i get that, it is just a game afterall, but it still manages to hit pretty hard

I've communicated my feelings through our time of this campaign, if im being honest, maybe not this indepth. I mean, its partially because i barely see or talk to them (again life gets in the way) but also because i feel extremely guilty for putting this kind of tension to something we are all supposed to be enjoying and relaxing to. Its especially painful as most recently 2 players, who said they would get in touch with me about changes possibly being being made to their characters, never got in touch in anyway shape or form, and its been about a month now? And session is in a week...i didnt even get much as a reply back. Idk, its been almost about a year now and i felt i just needed to get this out somewhere other than debating myself.

Thanks for listening tumblr.

#D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #venting #vent post #its just a game it really isnt a big deal #feels pretty lonely though #not what i was hoping for

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haecien · 6 months

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literature obssessed reader × author minghao

Come see the screening.... 🎥📷

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA??? Hello oh my god

Reader would definitely be a big fan of Minghao's works, they've collected almost every series that Minghao has published. Including special limited edition books other collectors would KILL for.

I have a feeling minghao would hide his face, sure he'd attend a few interviews but the interviewer would only be able to hear his voice, this was intentional ofcourse. Minghao wanted to go out in peace, he never wants interviewers and paparazzi to swarm him whenever he stepped out of his house. It's annoying to him. He only revealed his face to trusted individuals like his publisher. Other than that almost no one has seen his face, But there are times where he has almost gotten caught due to his distinctive voice, but he just argued that he has a similar voice and swear he isn't him.

Reader and Minghao would definitely run into each other by accident, of course reader doesn't know shit and thinks is just some random person they bumped into well... " What's the rush? " Minghao asks.

" Oh! Haha there is this book sale and they're featuring one of my favorite authors LIMITED edition book! It's the last one I need and I would do anything to complete my collection... Plus I really adore the author! He's such a good writer, his poetry books are also so good. "

Minghao's raised an eyebrow, he seems intrigued. " So, What's this authors name? " he leaned down and grabbed your bag which you've dropped. " OH! His name is Xu Minghao! But, now checking the time I don't think I can make it in time... My best bets is that the book has already been grabbed.... Awh man "

Minghao was a bit shocked to hear his name mentioned, he feels a bit bad so he proposed an offer " Oh Xu Minghao? I have some extras of his limited edition collection, Which one are you missing I could lend it to you. "

You were shocked since literally people would pay THOUSANDS for this, and hes giving this for free? Jesus christ is he your lord and savior or something. You tried to refuse but minghao didn't budge, eventually you gave up. " Im the reason why you're late, this is my apology. " You were touched how he was this considerate for a stranger you just so happend to bump into. " You never told me your name by the way? Hehe but my names y/n. " Minghao stood there thinking if he should tell you... " Oh uh, my name? Its Seo myungho. "

" Seo myungho? I see, nice to meet you Myungho! " you would not suspect a thing.

You both spent a lot of time after that, half of your conversations were about Minghao... on the inside minghao is giggling whenever you mentioned him, like. His cheeks got a bit red but you didnt notice it. You were too busy rambling about minghao, but if your conversations weren't about minghao you'd genuinely enjoy talking with "myungho " it was always the highlight of your day

I mean you did find out eventually! Haha in the most embarrassing way ever tho... you and "myungho" were talking and suddenly the topic of minghao was mentioned again and he said " Oh yeah I... " I? Haha ur fucked now minghao. Your eyes widened when he said this, you just connected the dots... Bye this is so embarrassing all this time you've been ranting about minghao to minghao

Minghao eventually came clean and he did confess it but, he made it very sure that you wouldn't tell ANYONE about it, well maybe also minghao had a tiny bit of feelings for you but thats beside the point... he trusted you enough to keep this a secret and you swore you'd take this secret to the grave.

Minghaos "little crush" never left tho! He waited awhile before confessing, like maybe 5 months... you were a bit oblivious to his feelings but eventually you started to catch feelings too... the confession was so sweet tho, he took quotes from your favorite book of his. And made a little love letter, you cried on the spot and hugged him so tightly.

(This ws suppose to be a drabble but its so long LMAOAO)

#ciens100event.mov #gloss!🍊#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt imagines #seventeen imagine #svt fanfic #minghao

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aroseformyself · 11 months

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hi dear~ so ya khow i just found you with pure luck and i fell in love if find some free time could you write yandere mafia tweels pleas / maby part two for rent with a little nsfw aaaaw both of them together! >///< i wish you a nice day or night .

a/n: i actually didnt know whether or not if i should continue the rent writing, but you asked so…

Rent.

PART 2

Summary: getting thrown out of your apartment for late bills while in LA, possibly the best place people come to get laid, isn’t what you had in mind, but a freaky twist comes into play when your “friend” Jack Howl reveals that someone has been staring at you for weeks. (yandere)

⚠️warnings: yandere, threats, mentions of violence, jealousy, drug use, NSFW, noncon, no magic, modern au, blackmail, language, possible mix of tense

reader sex not specified.

when you wake, you are still on the bed you were when you got knocked out…

abruptly, your memories come flooding in and you recall getting kidnapped. by the twins slave or agent? you don’t know all you can think about is getting out of this place.

thinking about it has made you even more confused, where exactly are you?

you remember Floyd wishing you goodnight so you have to be somewhere Jade and Floyd maybe live? or a bunker type thing?

you hope not, that would make it harder to escape. you try to get up, but as soon as you do you are hit with nausea.

you wobble for a good minute, trying to blink away the feeling when the door bursts open. the sound making you jolt, but at least the nausea is gone.

you snap your head around to see Floyd standing there looking at you with an utterly pissed expression.

but in an instant, his face fills with joy like a puppy. you have no time to get out of his way before he tackles you into a hug, his sharp teeth dangerously close to you.

he grins wide, reminding you of the chesire cat, and spins around, “shrimpy! ive missed you so much!”

your senses heighten when you hear the nickname. he always called you that when you were together and, now that you think about it, its awkward how hes still using it.

you decide its not worth the argument, all you wanna do is get out of here, “Floyd,” you say, making sure to get his attention, “where is my phone? i have to go.”

Floyd sets you down and pretends to think, making the iconic pose. he looked to be eyeing the door which made you a little nervous, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “i don’t know, shrimpy, Jade said he took it somewhere.” he shrugged.

“while we wait what have ya been up to?” Floyd sat on the bed, watching you glare at him with a smile, “i heard from jade you work at a little cafe now? well not that it matters…” he muttered the last part under his breath.

“what was that last thing?” you ask, even though you knw fully well what he had stated.

“well since you live here now it doesnt matter, you boss knows you got no where to stay, so your job is toast, anyways.” Floyd said, shrugging his shoulders and looking away unbothered.

“i’m not living here Floyd!” you huff out angrily, “Jade better come back with my phone.” you utter, gritting your teeth.

“haha! shrimpy~ you don’t have another coice!” he said, laughing in between sentences, “you have no house, no job, no fam—”

“speaking of family, who is Jack Howl to you?” Floyf entire demeanor changed in an instant, he grabbed your shoulder and stood from the bed, towering over you.

“he kept calling you phone over and over.. i was starting to think i would have to deal with someone again, shrimpy~” you were terrified, the last time Floyd went to “deal” with someone who had hurt you in school, they were black and blue next time you saw them.

your eyes widened, “don’t hurt him, were just friends! and stop calling me that, we broke up!” you yell at him, trying to push him away.

Floyd’s grip on your shoulders tightened, his face turned sour, “oh? and if i killed grim, would you still think like that?” Floyd turned his head, a couple joints cracking.

you stop struggling, what is wrong with me?! i forgot about grim!

“good. shrim-py.” Floyd said, leaning in closer, but his movements stopped when you both heard a noise.

“my apologies for showing up late.” Jade entered the room shuting the door behind him and locking it with a key. “Floyd. if you scare them to much they might end up running again.”

you noted how he was carrying a plate with pancakes, eggs, and strawberries on it. and you couldn’t help but think, is that for me?

Jade ushered Floyd to let you go and told you to sit back on the bed. he forcefully semi pushed you onto the bed.

“eat up. we can’t have you dying of starvation, now can we?”

you feel numb. they were so nice, yet they kidnapped you. and now they are acting like your a couple..

well Jade did always seem interested in you. but Floyd always wanted to be alone with you.

you turn your head to the side, refusing the food placed infront of you. for all you know they could have poisoned it!

Jade took notice of this and decided it was best not to force you to eat, well at least thats what you thought.

“Y/n. i understand you do not trist us, but when was the last time you eated a proper meal?” you did not answer, Jade sighed and then got am idea, a horrible, terrible, awful idea.

Jade shot Floyd a glance Floyd shot Jade a glance.

Jade scooted you over and sat besdie you, Floyd sitting on the other side.

Jade took the fork and ate a piece of the pancakes, to which you would have backed up if mot for the headboard and Floyd. you aren’t dumb, you know what hes doing, you’ve read your fair share of wattpad.

Floyd locks his arms around you, grinning on your shoulder, “Looks like shrimpy knows whats up!”

you close your mouth tighty, but Jade still smashes his lips onto yours. when you dont open them, Floyd pinches you hard. making you let out a yelp, Jade takes the opportunity to push the pancake into you mouth, he quickly puts his hand over your face and closes your nose so you can’t breathe.

you eyes tear up, but you chew anyways. something weird happened to the pancakes because when you swallow, the pancake goes down slowly and it feels warm.

“How’d it taste, shrimpy? any poison?” you know Floyd is teasing you with the nickname.

“fine…” you mumble, taking the fork and pushing the twins away from you, you eat the pancakes and strawberries/eggs in a few minutes. ignoring the way Floyd faked falling onto the ground with a hurt cry.

you could only hope that Grim and Jack are okay.

you hear the subtle whsipers of Jade and Floyd behind you, and turn around, “what are you saying!”

“oh, nothing of your concern.” Jade assures you.

you turn back around, you need to think of a plan to get out of here but you come up emtpy. sure you could try to just run out and throw the plate and form at them, but they probably have gaurds, they’re rich! plus if they caught you then they’d just be pissed off. trying to escape at night would make sense but again the gaurds. this room has no windows and you don’t have any of you stuff so you’d have to jump even if it did. you don’t have your phone. you could try to pursuade them?

a headache kicked in out of nowhere and you suddnely found it hard to focus, “ughh..” you hold you head in your hands, your legs coming up and you find yourself sitting in fatal position.

“w-what the…” dizziness has kicked in, and your body started feelign warm, a little too warm.

you cma hear the twins laughing quietly, “so naive…” Jade starts, “you ate one bite and it was fine so whats the problem with taking multiple, huh?” he said, condescendingly.

tears clouded your vision it was to hot amd though you could barely think, you noticed how it was especially hot in your nether region.

“wha- what did—” a ringing sound buzze din your ears.

”oho! whaddya know! its Jackie! go on and answer it, Y/n!” Floyd announced, handing over your phone.

but i can barely say anything.. you think, your mind still hazy.

you clicked on the phone after missing a couple times, finally answering the call, “H-helloo?” you voiced as best you could, but your voice came out slurred. or as if you were drunk.

“Y/n?! are you okay? i called multiple times amd you didnt answer!”

“Ye-ahh~” you reply, but your response is cut short by Floyd’s hand going down your pants.

he strokes your bits, running his hand up and down and up and down.

you move your phone away form your mouth so you can tell him to knock it off, but it just comes out as little mewls.

Jade comes up behind you to and starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your back, as if wanting to put you to sleep.

“Y/n?” Jack calls form the other side, trying to figure out what is wrong with you, “are you good?”

“Yeah-..Yep! sorry for not—answering!” you speak quickly wanting the call the be over.

“alright, are you still coming over?”

Floyd starts circling your hole with one finger, dipping in the slender and cold finger, making you shiver, but it also feels oddly calming.

after a while of Floyd fingering you he added another finger making you bite your bottom lip. Floyd nips at your neck, biting down hard, “yes! er.. yes.”

“maybe hanging up on him would be a good idea, unless you want him to hear you screaming.” Jade nips at your ear.

Floyd pace quickly sped up, his fingers moving in and out at a rapid pace, “ngh!~” you came, and you feel oddly relaxed, you lean back on Jade, who rubs your thigh and kisses your shoulder, mumbling about how you did good.

“i ha-ve to go..” and with that you hung up on Jack. feeling awkward as ever since your oretty sure he heard you moan.

Floyd grins wide when he finds the sticky white liquid in your pants, “shrimpy!” he says cheekly, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking your cum off his hand, “salty! wanna taste?” you weakly shake your head.

but Floyd doesn’t take no for an answer, Floyd leaned down towards your face, and Jade held you still so you couldnt move.

“Floyd!” Floyd pressed his lips angainst your rather harshly, biting your lip the same way and forcing you to taste your essence.

it does taste salty.

you begin to push on Floyds shoulders, it was getting a little hard to breathe, the tears you’d been holding back fell as Floyd didn’t let you go.

but eventually Jade flicked Floyd’s forehead, “Floyd, they were suffocating.”

Jade wipes your tears and turns you around, slowly undressing you before their very eyes. first your shirt, and taking off your clothes actually somewhat helped the burning heat in your lower stomach.

maybe its for the best, and if i wake up earlier than them maybe i can take the key and escape! you now had a plan formed in your head.

your clothes are off and Jade hurts! your being streched, and he’s not moving either he and Floyd are just talking like your aren’t even there.

you feel another orgasm coming your bits are sore, you’ve came a total of three times tonight, once on Floyd’s fingers and already once with Jade, and another is coming.

Jade rolls his hips ever so gently, watching as you hide your face in his neck and come, “aww! shrimpy’s still sensitive from coming, eh?” Floyd states, poking your back.

“i wonder what you’ll be like when you take both of us.” Floyd grins evilly as you jolt.

you didn’t know how long it went on. but Jade and Floyd had you fucked out by the end. you peacefully slept, curling up with one of the jackets around you, your not sure which.

you don’t know how long it’s been but you need to leave quick. you sit up after peeling yourselves form the twins grip, scooting off the bed and onto the floor, where their clothes sat, you checked Jade’s pockets for the key, silently celebrating once you found it.

you stood on wobbly legs, stumbling over to the door and feel a liquid running down your thighs, you hug them together. you couldn’t find your underwear but you did find your pants, and hoodie. you swiftly put them on and unlocked the door.

but as you reached for the doorknob someones hand already had found it.

“although you look cute all messy, i can’t stop myself from getting mad at you for leaving us like we were a one night stand, shrimpy.” Floyd said, his other hand hitting the door next to your head.

“Trust us when we tell you.” they said in sync, “you aren’t leaving again.”

holy shit that took me an hour to write 😪

i profusely apologize to jack again

#twst jade #twst floyd #floyd x reader #jade x reader #lemon0bear11 #twisted wonderland #smut #twst

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bridgyrose · 19 days

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Good afternoon Briddy. Most humbly do I request the next part of Transfer Student Weiss Redux. Please have a nice day.

(You asked, and you shall receive)

“Of course they’re late!” Weiss growled to herself as she paced in front of the restaurant while she waited for Yang and Blake. She had told them the time to come around and it wasnt like Vale was all that much busier than it had been a couple hours ago. Even getting a scope for Ruby didnt take that long. “What’s taking them so long?”

“Maybe they got stuck in line somewhere,” Ruby answered as she tinkered around with the scope. “We almost did.”

Weiss rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall near the door. “They could at least let us know why they’re running late.”

“Yang will be here any minute with Blake. Just be patient.”

Weiss sighed and looked at her scroll to watch the seconds tick by. Yang was already five minutes late, which she had to admit wasnt like her. Both her and Ruby seemed to always be on time for everything, even getting up earlier than the rest of them for class. So seeing Yang run this late… something had to be off.

A frown crossed her lips as she saw a call from Yang pop up on her scroll. “Where are you?” she asked angrily.

“We’re on our way, but we ended up getting a bit… sidetracked,” Yang answered.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Yang paused for a moment, only a faint whisper coming over the speaker for the call before she finally spoke clearly. “I… Blake can explain once we get back to the dorm.”

“Fine,” Weiss sighed, annoyance in her voice. “Just get here as soon as you can. We’re already late and I dont want to lose our reservation.”

“We’re five minutes away, so we’ll be there soon.”

Weiss hung up the call and stuffed her scroll back into her skirt pocket as she huffed. “Of course Blake’s the one making them late and they cant even give an excuse for it.”

Ruby slipped the scope back into its bag and sighed. “You know, you should go easier on her.”

“If she wants me to treat her better-”

“She’s our teammate, that should be reason enough. I dont know what Atlas is like, but if treating people like this is how everyone acts, then you’re going to make a lot more enemies than you will friends. How do you expect to work with your team if you cant treat them with just a little respect?”

Weiss went quiet as the words got stuck in her throat, her heart started to ache about the team she had lost. As far as she cared, this team wasnt *her* team, it was just a replacement until graduation and she could be a real huntress. Though, she did have to admit that maybe she was being a lot rougher on them than she should be. They werent Atlas trainees, but they still seemed to be one of the best teams in their class. And even if they were willing to open up to her, it was hard for her to want to put down the icy shield she kept up to keep herself safe.

And then there was still the matter of her promise to try to help find Penny, the lie that brought them out here in the first place. Or at least, it had been a lie that she wanted to try to help. And as much as she wanted to keep buying time to prevent herself from having to help, with one of the SDC Vale branch office not too far away, it’d only be a matter of time before Ruby would say something. “I… I spoke out of turn,” Weiss responded as she had been trained. “It wont happen again.”

Ruby smiled a bit. “After we try to find a clue or two about where Penny went, then maybe we can all try to open up with each other and at least try to understand each other. Maybe you can even let us know what brought you here to begin with.”

“You were given the paperwork, it’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

“Yeah, but, I want to hear it from you.”

“That’s not-” Weiss’s words stopped as she looked over Ruby, almost seeing the same look her original partner had given her whenever he tried to get close to her. Her breathing hitched as she felt her heart start to pound and she instinctively reached for her scroll. “I-I have a text from my Father I need to answer,” she lied as she started to pull away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Dont take too long!” Ruby called out.

Weiss nodded and checked her vitals as her fingers shook while moving over the screen of her scroll. The only thing she could see wrong with her was that her heart rate was more elevated than normal, but nothing else indicated she was having a panic attack like normal. Though, even if it was a panic attack, there wasnt much she could do now to take care of it. At least, not without letting her team know the full truth of everything she’d gone through. And she wasnt ready for that. With a deep breath, Weiss did her best to calm down and made it to the restaurant with a small smile as she saw Yang and Blake finally there. “About time you both made it.”

“I told you we were coming,” Yang answered. “Like I said, we got a bit… distracted.”

“Right…” Weiss sighed and opened the door to the restaurant for her teammates to file in. “Just as long as you keep your promise and tell us when we get back to the dorm.” She quickly grabbed Blake’s arm as she passed, letting go just as quick and turning away. “I’m… sorry about getting upset at you earlier.”

Blake paused in her step, still not looking at Weiss. “Its fine, but… you really should give them a chance before hating them like you do. I know they havent exactly been keeping everything lawful-”

“I know. But things are… complicated.”

“Then will you talk about it with us?”

“I-I… I’ll try.”

“That’s all we ask.”

Weiss let out a heavy sigh as Blake walked through the door, heart pounding nervously at the thought of even discussing any of her feelings with her teammates. But for now, she could enjoy lunch with them and maybe get them to forget about that kind of talk before heading back to Beacon. She glanced over at Ruby, frowning a bit when she saw her looking down the street. “Ruby, you coming?”

Ruby nodded for a moment, eyes still locked down the street as she took a step forward. “I need to go check something.”

“Wait, Ruby!” Weiss growled as she watched Ruby rush off in a flurry of rose petals. “That… that dolt!”

“Weiss, you and Ruby coming?” Yang asked.

Weiss took a breath as she looked into the restaurant, seeing how packed it already was as the maître d' waited for them to give him the information for the reservation. She then looked off in the direction that Ruby had rushed off in, seeing the rose petals already fading. “Dammit,” she whispered to herself. “Ruby ran off and we need to go after her.”

“What about the reservation you were worried about?” Blake asked in almost an annoyed tone.

Weiss took a step into the restaurant and gave a quick smile to the maître d'. “I need to move our reservation back a couple hours. Will that be okay?”

He nodded and flipped through the waiting list. “We have a spot for four this afternoon-”

“I’ll take it. The name is under Schnee.”

“Alright, I’ll have that moved for four today.”

“Thanks.” Weiss turned away from the maître d' and walked to the door, her smile fading into a frown as she left. “That dolt!”

Blake sighed and followed behind Weiss. “I’m sure whatever made her run off had to be important.”

Yang nodded. “Do you remember which way she went?”

“She went down that way,” Weiss said as she pointed down the street in the direction that she and Ruby had originally come from. “We’ll have to start going down that way and if we’re fast enough, we can follow her trail-”

“No time.” Yang started to run off. “You and Blake search together, I’m going to check the places that Ruby likes to go.”

“Wait, Yang-”

“Come on, lets go,” Blake said. “Yang knows Ruby better than anyone and we’ll slow her down if we go with. Besides, I’m better at tracking when I have someone who can follow me.”

Weiss paused for a moment and looked over at Blake. “You know how to track?”

“Its a… skill I picked up outside the kingdom. Doesnt matter, which way did you say she went again?”

“To the north.”

“Try to keep up.”

Weiss sighed as she watched Blake use her weapon to get up onto the rooftops and started racing over the streets. She cursed quietly under her breath and used her glyphs to follow, making sure to stay behind Blake. “Dont worry, I wont slow you down!”

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #drabbles #transfer student weiss redux au #transfer student weiss redux #and now things can start getting interesting

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years

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Blitz, Alastor, Vaggie and Octavias reaction to finding reader sing a jazzy somber Voltaire song like "In the Land of the Dead".

Their reaction to finding reader singing a jazzy tune

Blitzø

He'd been working late, the Imp having to go through a mountain of paperwork he'd been ignoring. Hoping it was all disappear if he ignored it for long enough.

But alas, no such luck. And while he usually wouldn't hesitate to bring work home with him, he knew he wouldn't get any work done if you were around for him to annoy/flirt with.

He'd gotten enough done to justify to himself calling it a day, and had driven himself home.

And he'd just gotten home when he heard the tell-tale sound of the shower running.

Hearing this and knowing Loona wasn't home, the Imp quickly grew a wicked grin, many exciting thought zipping through his head.

So, getting his shoes off, the Imp discarded piece after piece of clothing as he approached the shower.

But as he opened the door, he heard some of the most exciting, jazzy singing he'd ever heard.

Which was strange, because you didnt really sing.

Blitzø loved music, and so did you, but you'd hardly mumble lyrics, let alone sing.

And here you were, singing your heart out in the most jazzy, excited tuned he'd ever heard. It was a bop.

And you could imagine how surprised you were when you'd opened the shower curtain only to find you half naked Imp S/O standing in the doorway. Staring at you in clear shock.

You both stood there for a second, before you asked how long youd been there.

Blitzø just told you long enough, asking you how you could sing so well. And more importantly, why you hadn't sung for him before.

Letting out a sigh, you grabbed a towel, covering yourself before sitting down on the toilet.

Youd tell him you used to sing a lot, even doing so professionally for many years. But you got the attention of some very powerful, very dangerous people.

People who wanted you to work for them, singing and... doing other things.

So you stopped.

Blitzø took it rather well, asking if you could sing for him sometimes.

You just smiled, promising to sing for him some times, the two of you sharing a tender kiss.

After a few moment you realised Blitzø was still mostly naked and unshowered.

You glanced at the shower And with a smile you asked if maybe he'd like to hop in with you again.

Blitz just grinned, practically tearing his clothes off as you got into the shower. Blitzø assuring you he'd make you sing.

Alastor

Alastor often spent his days out of the house. The overlord handling buisness or dealing with a potential threat.

But more often than not, he was just looking for something to entertain himself with.

Of course, he began spending lots of time with you, both in and out of the house, but you still found you were often left along for great lengths, if you weren't out and about with your radio Themed s/o of course.

And this particular day, you'd been left alone, and took the chance to peruse Alastors extensive library.

And in said library, you'd began humming a tune.

Said tune steadily growing in your chest, until you began an all out sing along, breaking into a song straight out of the 1920s.

You jumped about the place, singing your heart out in a spectacular somber about the vast assortment of books you'd read.

It was a little cliché, but still a fun song.

And it'd be just as you finished, giving a bow to the rows and rows of books, that you'd hear vigorous clapping.

Freezing, you slowly turn around, finding none other than Alastor standing in the doorway, absolutely beaming.

He'd shower you in praise, on you in a second flat, practically throwing you into the air.

His enthusiasm and pep would be infectious, you quickly caught up in his excited praise.

After a few minutes of him showering you in attention, the man would settle, asking why you never told him.

Youd go silent for several moments before telling him about your past, telling him your musical abilities brought you a boat load of trouble.

At that Alastor would be silent for several moments before quite literally swooping you off your feet, boldly assuring you such issues were void now that you were with him, and he'd be expecting you to sing whenever you'd like, the Radio demon unable to approve more of your newfound singing.

Youd just lean into him, the two of you sharing a tender moment, you thanking him. Promising to sing as you pleased.

Alastor just smiled, telling you that's all he could ask for.

Vaggie

Vaggie wasn't happy.

Ever since that accursed Radio Demon had shown up, she'd been pushed aside and talked over, Charlie's idealism causing her incredible stress.

She was walking back to her room, hoping to get some time away from everyone, maybe getting lucky and finding you there.

It was as she made it to your floor, intending to hide away in your shared room, that she heard the darndest thing.

It was music.

Coming from your room.

Getting closer, she noticed the music was very lively, all over the place, and it instantly popped into her mind that Alastor could be in her room.

So, with hot vinegar in her vains and a scowl on her face, she stormed to her room, practically kicking the door open.

But instead of finding that Red Prick, she found you, dressed in a bath robe, your room covered in candles, a table set up and rose pettles scattered around the floor.

And you, standing on a cupboard, caught mid song, staring at her like a deer in headlight.

Well, at least you weren't a certain Other deer.

She asked what was going on, a little smile already on her lips.

So, getting down, you would explain. Telling Vaggie how you knew she was under a good bit of stress lately, with all the big decisions Charlie had been making. So you had set up an especially romantic dinner date for the two of you in hopes of helping calm her down.

Vaggie was touched, giving you a big hug and a smooch, you quickly turning and putting her in her seat.

You presented her with her favourite comfort food. Perhaps not the most romantic, but you knew it would help calm her down.

And it would be as you ate, the moth demoness just beaming, the demoness would ask about your singing, the girl not knowing you could sing so well.

You would lament that was intentional, you hiding your vocal abilities.

You'd tell her about your past, and how youd actually planned on telling her about it, believing it was an appropriate time in your relationship.

But with Alastors arrival, you'd gone right back to hiding it.

You explaining how Alastor had been around a long time, and you were fairly sure Alastor would remember you if he heard you sing, and well, you weren't confident he would try and use it against you.

So you'd played it safe and kept it hidden.

But when you were preparing your romantic rendezvous, you'd put on some music and... you just got a little too into it.

Being swept up in the rhythm.

Vaggie found it all rather cute, thanking you for opening up to her, and of course, setting up your romantic dinner.

The moth standing you up, thanking you with a tender kiss. Telling you she'd like to see you sing some day.

You just kissed again, telling her it was a promise.

Octavia

Music was a common thing amongst Hells nobility. Most households having at least one member adept in the musical arts.

Not to mention, it was very common for nobles to learn several instruments over their lifetimes.

Although much of that came from Their Lords fondness for the musical arts.

But regardless, music was an intrinsic part of Demon culture. Octavia herself was practically raised on her father's music. The girl sung to sleep more times then she could possibly count.

And you, being a fellow noble, would be much the same. Growing up with a firm grasp of music.

But, well, your style was quite energetic. Hectic one might say, and for your parents who identified themselves with the more refined aspects of demonic culture, your singing was deemed unsightly.

And throughout your relationship, Octavia would only know the more traditional style your parents forced in you, never hearing how you truly sang.

But it would be one day, Octavia had decided to pay you a surprise visit.

The girl easily navigating the halls, knowing the way quite well. And it would be as she opened your door, hoping to surprise you, that she first heard you really sing.

You were moving across the room, singing your heart out, really getting into it.

Octavia was in awe.

She had never seen you so into a song. Never seeing you get passionate about a song.

Sure you'd sung before, but it was always classical material, and you never really got into it, it was never really you singing.

And after finishing your prime tune, you'd turn, finding Octavia in the doorway, utterly beaming.

You wouldn't say anything, just turning away from her, wearing a sullen expression.

Octavia would approach you, gushing over your singing, asking why she'd never heard you sing like that.

You just sullenly told her how it was improper, and you shouldn't sing like that. It was unbecoming.

Octavia just snorted.

Looking up, you found the Princess on the brink of lauger.

You, utterly bewildered, asking what was so funny. A little indignant in all honesty.

Through a rather adorable giggle, the girl explained that, well, demon royalty was the most deplorable and deviant of demon kind, only surpassed by the Sins.

So to act like a you, a noble merely singing a certain way was un-befitting a young demon, was funny.

You felt a little silly after that. A smile quickly over taking your face, the both of you sharing in a laugh.

Holding the girl close, you shared a simple kiss, thanking her for helping you grow and mature and all that teenage crap.

That made Octavia giggle, asking if you'd sing for her.

With a smile, you promised she'd hear you sing, but you'd just sang and you can't force perfection.

That made her giggle and the two of you shared a kiss.

Just 3 more to do and requests will be opened. Just hold on Y'all.

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iouinotes · 10 days

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

#carl gallagher #shameless #x reader #love #smut #betrayal #love confessions #angst with a happy ending #angst

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greasersgyatt · 16 days

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Can you do a quick lee! pony ler! darry

Pony acts childish and has a fake attitude but the whole time he just wanted darry to wreck him.

{YESYESYESYES OMGOMG}

Ponyboy sat up in his bed. The sun was shining through his curtains. He looked over to his side and noticed that sodapop was already out of bed, probably making breakfast with Darry in the kitchen. They let ponyboy sleep in, wow thats suprising. Any other morning he would have been woken up by them jumping about like monkeys. Ponyboy got out of bed and looked at himself in the small mirror that was sitting in the bedroom. He more he looked at himself, the more of a odd feeling grew on him. It was a tingly feeling going through his body. It made him shiver, letting a small smile turn on his face. “..weird” ponyboy thought to himself. He didnt think much of it. He just left his room, going to the kitchen. That weird tingly feeling was haunting him. It was like a soft electric feeling going down his sides.

Ponyboy peeked his head into the kitchen to see only Darry sitting at the table, drinking some coffee while reading some newspaper. “..morning darry” Ponyboy said with a grin that seemed to be stuck on his face ever since that feeling started. “Morning pony” Darry grumbled. Ponyboy made his way behind darrys chair, peeking over his shoulder to look at the newspaper. “Whatcha doing’?” Ponyboy asked in a weirdly happy tone which made darry look up at him. “..reading the newspaper” Darry answered nonchalantly. Ponyboy nodded, biting the side of his cheek as that tingly feeling made its way to his ribs. He tried itching them a little to try and make the feeling go away but it didnt go away. It made it worse. Ponyboy started to figure out that his every so often ‘lee mood’ was coming back. Now he had to just start the long process of annoying everyone in his wayuntil they somehow get the hint. “..wheres soda?” Ponyboy asked darry, leaning back against one of the kitchen counters. “Went to work early” darry replied, his eyes not lifting up from the newspaper. “..ah okay” ponyboy nodded, staring at the back of darrys head. If sodapop was home it would have been only a minute before he would realise what kind of mood ponyboy was in but soda wasnt gonna be back til late evening which was hours away so he had to work with what he had which was darry.

He smirked as he came up to darry again, snatching the newspaper. “Ponyboy” darry said in a stern voice, glaring at pony who was smirking and holding the newspaper behind his back. “Give it” Darry continued. “Nope” ponyboy said with a confident tone. Darry stood up, grabbing the news paper. Dammit. Ponyboy sighed as darry went back to reading the newspaper. Maybe he can try later.

Throughout the way, ponyboy has been annoying the fuck out of darry all day. He has been taking his stuff, poking him, messing up his hair, yapping to him and other stuff.

Finally, at around 4pm, ponyboy had succeeded.

Darry was fixing something with his tools. Ponyboy came up behind him, watching him silently. Well, he tried to be silent but he kept letting out small tiny giggles every now and then as the tingling feeling was getting worse and worse. It started spreading around to his belly button, knees and feet. “Do you need something, pony” darry asked. He seemed to be in a okay mood. “..nope” pony replied with a snicker before grabbing one of darrys screw drivers right before he was gonna pick it up. Darry turned his head to ponyboy. “..give it back” darry said, standing up. Ponyboy shook his head with a smirk, backing away. It ended up with darry chasing ponyboy. It didnt last long since there wasnt much room in their house to run so darry caught him almost instantly. Darry had him pinned on the middle of the living room floor. “NohOho” ponyboy was already giggling and darry didnt even do anything to him yet. Darrys face softened at the sound of his little brothers laughter. He couldnt help but smile himself. “What? Im not doing anything yet, ponyboy” Darry told ponyboy who blushed out of embarrassment and just ended up laughing more. “Got one of ‘em lee moods, havent you” Darry teased, smirking at his little brother. Darry gently hoovered his fingers over Ponyboys ribs. “NOhOHo sTAhaAhp” Ponyboy laughed out, squirming. Darry snickered. “I still havent touched you, pony. Whats so funny?” Darry asked in a teasing tone. “JuHust dohoOhO iT!” Ponyboy snickered. “Very well” darry said before instantly scattering his fingers all over Ponyboys ticklish ribs without any warning. Ponyboy howled with laughter, squirming from one side to the other. The mix between the tingly feeling and Darrys fingers was so much and ponyboy loved it, even if he would never admit it. Ever. “StAhHAhp Th-tHis is hAraHAhssmeHent!” Ponyboy laughed out loud. Darry couldnt help but laugh at that himself. “Harassment? You were the one who was annoying me all day for me to wreck you, pony.” Darry called him out with a smirk. Pony turned a deep shade of red when darry said. Darry knew it all along? Darrys fingers worked their way up to ponyboys armpits which made him go literally crazy. “DAHAHARRY STAHAHAWP IT” ponyboy screeched. “What if i dont? What if i just..-” darry said as he moved one of his hands to ponyboys hips, pinching them. The twospots getting attacked genuinely killed ponyboy. He was basically wheezing at this point.

Darry knew he had enough so he got off pony, letting him breathe. “You alright, pony?” Darry asked with a soft smile. “..ye-yeah” ponyboy answered, out of breath.

#tickles #the outsiders #tickle fic #the outsiders tickle #lee!ponyboy #lee!pony #lee!ponyboycurtis #ler!darry #ler!darrycurtis #ler!darrel

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ataraxixx · 7 months

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How did roleswap citrus meet each other? 0: also how are some of their conflicts reversed? if this is stuff you can share lol :)

HI ok so im still working out a lot of this au in my brain bc i am kind of bad at aus so sorry if some of this seems kind of bad or makes no sense….. This is also gonna be a long one and answer a lot more than just ur question so sorry. But i need to infodump it somewhere </3 ill put it under a break bc this is a LONG One sorry

So for morro ive talked abt how i think hes a robot who was built to fulfill the green ninja prophecy and his is his sole purpose/directive. To defeat the dark lord. Kind of how zane/echo are ‘built to protect’ and live by that (or try to lol). So morro is created a long time before the ninja come together and he seeks out wu in order to figure out how to get to Garmadon. Because his purpose is to defeat garmadon. And wu is like.(who the fuck is this guy) and basically takes him in under the impression that. Maybe he could actually be the green ninja? And even though wu realizes its definitely not morro he does keep trying to train him bc he doesnt want morro to go off on his own to try and find garmadon. But eventually he has to come clean and morro is annoyed bc he thinks wu has put everyone in danger by stalling the prophecy (he obviously doesnt believe it when wu tells him hes not the green ninja because he *is*!) and he tries to leave as wu predicted, but wu doesnt let him and instead shuts him off for his own protection. Morro gets to live in the monastery basement for awhile and wu always thinks abt powering him back on but doesnt bc hes like. This guy is going to try and do stupid shit (hes right). So he just stays in the basement until obv the ninja arrive and the shows events happen as normal but the monastery gets burned down and in the rush to get out and the move to the bounty, wu forgets abt morro being there… and when he does remember hes there, he ultimately decides its probably for the best if he isnt powered on again bc there IS a green ninja now and he doesnt know what morro would do if he met lloyd. And doesnt want lloyd to get hurt. So cue skybound when nya and jay are on the run from nadakhan, instead of going to the lighthouse they instead go to the ruins of the monastery because jay remembers wu had this cryptic ass basement he would never let the ninja go into, and jay thinks maybe theres some kind of crazy secret weapon in there or something that can stop nadakhan. Instead they find morro, and they power him on. And hes like. Oh! Youre the other ninja from the prophecy. and agrees to help them although hes a little confused on whats going on bc hes like shouldnt we be fighting garmadon… but he joins the substitute ninja in the fight against nadakhan.

Echo was Dr. Julien’s original son who was alive and like. A #real boy. I think maybe dr. julien wife(??) died in childbirth and echo was born very sickly so dr. julien sought out a magical way to heal him. I think this is probably how he got involved with the skeletons in the first place bc them seeking him out always felt random to me i feel like they should have some history mb. So maybe like samukai or another skeleton was like oh i totally know a spell that will make your son healthy and normal. And dr julien was like . Hm. but kind of desperate so he went with it and of course it did make his son healthy and normal. Except the price of the spell is that it curses the soul of the person its used on. So echo lived normally with his father for many years until he was outside late collecting firewood one evening and was attacked by treehorns (this was before dr. julien built the guard robot) and A) discovered he had the ability to control the wind which was cool. Except he didnt know how to use it and just kind of fucked up badly and got lost in the woods while trying to run from the treehorns. And B) was still injured in the fight and now Also Lost and basically died trying to get home from both injuries + hypothermia. Rip bozo!. And of course dr. julien was devastated and like pinocchio-core i guess decided to build a new son and that is the Current Zane. he is a copy but he was never told about that of course bc dr julien didnt want to think abt the son he lost. But yea echos soul was cursed and he went to the cursed realm which um. Hardened him so to speak. He learned he was cursed because of his father and it pissed him off a little bit but only mildly. But i think the cursed realm is like hell or whatevr so the ghosts go through bullshit all the time bc like. Theyre the souls of the damned or whatever right. So by time echo manages to get out hes become apart of the pre eminents ranks and her plans and what not and hes like sure whatever. I want revenge on my dad for cursing me (<-- guy who has gone through the ringer) but he gets out at the end of s4 and discovers. Oh. my dad didnt just curse me. When i died he replaced me with a stupid machine! Ok! And he possesses zane and also does pre eminent plan and etc….average s5 stuff i think. Idk im not the best at rewriting seasons if anyone has any ideas for this let me know.

I think at the end of s5 echo doesnt get his shit rocked because i like him. And i think it would be nice if he could get along with zane a little. So maybe he stays as a ghost and maybe nya or borg or whoever builds him a robot body he can possess and use instead of being a ghost all the time:) and he doesnt necessarily join the team bc hes not . a ninja nor does he want to be but hes still the master of wind so hes a useful ally to the ninja and helps them out with bigger threats. LIKE. the sons of garmadon. Transition…. (PS. i also think that echo and morro would meet in skybound bc echo would also be on the substitute ninja team but this would be undone by jay. Of course)

So. the SoG go to the ruined monastery at some point or other to try and find some dirt on the ninja and also just to find old wu scrolls or whatever they can scrounge up. And What they DO scrounge up is this fuckass robot whos been here for however long bc. Obviously skybound didnt happen! And jay and nya never went back for morro bc they were like. Umm he was weird and also would probably try to kill lloyd if he met him maybe. And also like lets be real they just wanted to ignore this shit ever happened why else would they leave echo in canon lol. So the SoG find Morro and power him on and hes like ummm. Hey. its me. The green ninja. Who are you. And harumis like…??? Are you sane or what. But she sees an opportunity here. Bc this robot solely wants to fight garmadon. And shes like. Ok. well we’re gonna get garmadon here. If you help us you can fight him. This is your destiny. And hes like damn ok sure sounds good to me! (nobody is gonna tell him that the destiny already happened and theres Another Guy who is the green ninja btw). So morro joins the SoG idk what his name should be. Mr. M is fucking stupid sorry. If anyone has any ideas for morro biker name lmk. But hes there or whatever and then when lloyd goes undercover in the SoG and snake jaguar fight a la mutt malamute style. Morro and lloyd fight and morro reveals his identity to lloyd as the green ninja (he thinks hes very cool) and lloyd is like. What. lmfao. And is like. Youre not the green ninja …? I am…? And they get into a fight abt it and morro beats up lloyd bc hes annoyed at all the lies this guy is saying to him about how his destinys already been fulfilled and wu lied and etc etc. lloyd loses the fight rip bozo.

I am a wojira duo fan and i think that persists here except its echo and nya instead so im gonna talk abt that. I think theyre friends. So i think nya would confide in echo about the events of skybound and so i think echo remembers what happened (in my mind skybound is like. Everyone can remember it but they have to be reminded what happened for it to be recalled? Bc splinter implies lloyd and clancee have vague impressions of it in their minds. Idk its interesting). So he remembers morro and when lloyd is like yea some fuckass robot is saying hes the green ninja jay nya and echo all collectively just kind of look at each other about it. Like thats OUR fuckass robot saying hes the green ninja. And because i am not limited by pacing i can do whatever i want and have jaya tell the team abt skybound finally (things that shouldve happened in s8 originally lol) and theyre all like. Oh. what girl. And jay insists that if they can get to morro and tell him what happened in the lost timeline he will remember it and join them bc hes a good person at heart. (probably). So the next time they encounter him would actually be when pixal finds the SoG in ‘the quiet one’ so i think. Echo and her went together to go stall them since echo can also just fly over w the mech using powers lol. So they find killow morro uv and echo and morro fight 1v1 . yuri btw. And echo reminds him of what happened and morros like. Hm. I do remember this. But i need to help the SoG so i can defeat garmadon and prove im the green ninja. So fuck off? But i think obv when the SoG DO revive garmadon morro immediately tries to fight him and gets his ass kicked……I dont think he gets destroyed but i do think he gets fucked up enough (the ninja probably fix him) that he realizes lloyd wasnt lying and that he isnt supposed to be the one to fight garmadon. Like theyve all been saying. Which kind of fucks him up a bit bc like. Thats literally his sole purpose and wtf is he existing for if he cant even do that. Youve given the perfectly good robot anxiety oh no. but also i could probably talk abt this for another like 4 paragraphs i need to put an end here bc this is already like 3 pages on google docs…….Sorry you did not ask for all this. But i needed to explain the context

#citrusswap au #ajasks

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Ok the convo between Cahaya and Tok just had me crying….Ik Cahaya accepts the circle of life and death but uk it still hurts

Hey just a request can you actually tell the scenario when the brothers arrive and they see all the arrangement and a cutely sleeping Cahaya, atleast their thoughts and how overwhelmed they would be when Tok tells them that he had worked hard for their birthday and slept being tired!

It would be so cute and sweet!!!

Context

Note: this is before they went to databot

8:00 in the morning

eyes slowly open, he wonders, why is he in his room? wasnt he downstairs? when is today? he firstly took his glasses which also happens to be at the desk beside him, he sat up

he finally checked the time on his phone and realized

yesterday was their birthday. they didnt arrive that time.

all he could do was sigh and look blankly at his phone. he wonders if they're here now, if not maybe he should check up on them with the watch, if it could even reach them. He doesnt see Api, Air, nor Daun in their beds, he wouldve noticed immediately, they share the same room after all

he stood up and decide to check Petir, Tanah and Angin's room

they weren't there either.

well that checks out, they're not here-

He faces Daun, just as he was about to go down stairs

"Daun?" he spoke out with mild disbelief "i was just about to wake you up" Daun says smiling

Cahaya furrowed his eyebrows a bit, confused but relieved, all of a sudden Daun hugged him

"Thanks for preparing that huge feast for us, and dont worry we havent ate a single bite! we were waiting for you!" Daun told him, letting go of the hug he tackled him with

"you were waiting for us after all, its only right we wait for you to eat all together!!" Ruffling his hair, Daun chuckles

"Thanks little brother" He says with a warm smile

"dont call me that." Cahaya softly says

Daun chuckles again, pulling Cahaya downstairs

As Cahaya finally regained his footing from being pulled down to the kitchen, He sees his brothers prepping up the table, the cake in the middle has had the Candles rearranged, the plates and food lined up.

he was then, greeted with more bearhugs, this time from Api, Angin and Tanah. "HEY STOP IM BEINGSQUISHED HERE!!"

"Haha sorry, thats just a big thank you for all of this" Angin laughed

"aww you still have your heart despite all that darkness in it" Api teased

"sorry we didnt come earlier and celebrated on our actual birthdate, but we'll make up for it right now, wha'd you say we blow the candles now?" Tanah calmly spoke out

"i got the camera ready!!" Ochobot cheered out

"I've got the lighter" tok Aba said as he came in the room

"OH! Atok let me do it!!" Api exclaims point ing at himself while approaching the old man, but before Atok could reply tanah had already grabbed Api by his shirt and pulled the flailing Api away

Cahaya let out a snort watching the entire scenario

he was called by Daun to sit down by the cake, he smiled brightly running up to him.

the candles are lit each by color, as every year, the way they blew their candles are one by one

"one!" Petir shouted before blowing his yellow Candle

"two!" Angin shouted before blowing his purple Candle

"three!" Tanah shouted before blowing his brown Candle

"four!" Api shouted before blowing his red Candle

"Five!" Air shouted before blowing his blue Candle

"six!" Daun shouted before blowing his green Candle

"seven!" Cahaya shouted before blowing his white Candle

After that they shout altogether"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" before they would start eating.

Cahaya smiled brightly, he enjoys everything about this. It lofted his entire spirit from yesterday

It might not be their actual birthdate but, theyre here, as long as theyre here. Hes fine.

"We havent really spending that much time with you lately." Petir spoke up walking towards the glasses wearing boy

"you think?" replied Cahaya

"sorry" Cahaya was caught off guard by that reply, usually, Petir would be mad by his snarky remarks or tone

"we'll make it up to you, i heard there would be a mission we would be involved in. After some thinking, and talking with tanah, We'll let you be involved in missions, physically." Petir spoke in such a soft spoken way, when he looked at Cahaya, he saw what he expected, what he wont admit he missed,

A big bright smile and glowing eyes that reminded him of the boy who would always love to share everything with them

"Really??" Cahaya says in full ecstasy

Petir nodded, Cahaya immediately hugged Petir, Petir could only so return it back. "I promise you." Petir says

As they let go, Petir kept the conversation going "since your the 'informant' of tapops or smth... Can you tell me something about tapops? Spill their dark secrets to me." He knugged the boy with his elbow as he continues to kid around

"sorry, Even to family members thats classified!" Cahaya teased as he ate his cake

"oh really, shame." Petir chuckled as he replied

"what about space?"

"really?"

"go ahead"

"Well, did you know space is above or below negative 400 Fahrenheit?"

"that's cold"

"according to some information Tapops had recorded, some froze almost immediately just by stepping out to space unprotected"

"mhm"

"well by our earth recordings, it is negative 400 degrees Fahrenheit, but i think the tempeture is written differently in a book from Tapops, i dont know what it is so i guess i'll have to research more about it"

The conversation went out long, through all of Cahaya's ramblings, Petir never once looked bored, infact he stops Cahaya time to time by asking questions, and Cahaya would happily answer them

The conversation would only fully stop once Atok called the brothers in to create a video to send to their father

"HI ABA!!!"

"We turned 15 yesterday!!!"

"we were late and a bunch but Cahaya fixed up something for all of us!!"

"wish your here aba!!"

They continued for the next hour or so talking about anything to the video, sadly the video had reached its limit and they had to stop. The rest of the day was calm relaxation few events, like kokotiam coming in with presents and the septuplets opening them up with little banters and teasing

They all decided to sleep together in the living room that night, they slept peacefully

#boboiboy #xoshi answers #xoshi asks #bbb septuplet au #boboiboy galaxy #rambles #thoughts

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starssabove · 1 year

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HI! This part actually got too long so im sorry for the cut off! I will try to get the next part out as soon as i can! If you cant tell im feeling a lil whumpy lately lol :p so enjoy some more torment!

We are nearing the end of this series and i seriously cannot express how much i appreciate the support on this series! there will probably be about 2 more parts to this, depending on how the split up works. I promise youll get some comfort sometime soon ajkshdakjf.

Anyways, enjoy!

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 (this is part 8)

[Content Warnings- Once again, a severe chapter!! Mentions of torture, distrust/emotional manipulation/betrayal, mention of vomit, description of panic/shock, descriptions of injuries/pain. Please let me know if i missed anything!!]

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Jay let out a small laugh before he set down his phone on the side table, turning his attention back to the small, quivering form that was Kai. He loved when they looked like this. Crumpled like discarded paper, absolutely shattered as they laid on the ground, unable to do anything but sob.

Nothing would ever replace this high. Nothing would ever be better than standing above a quivering mess, knowing he made them break.

And the work wasn't finished. Not when the only thing that could somehow shatter them even more was practically running to the job.

Jay let a stupid smile find his lips. He didn't even have to do anything. He had planted all the seeds, and now the pain would practically make itself. But he did have a grand finale to plan.

—--- – -

The floor was so cold. The whole room was so cold.

Perks of having ice powers, they guessed.

They remembered when they had used that line just before cozying up to their enemy. They had felt so safe. Why had they felt so safe?

It's not like Villain had actually cared about them- the whole time it was a ruse just like every other connection they'd had in their life. But why had it felt so real?

Why did they crave that gentleness as they felt nothing but sheer pain from the purple blossoms that spread across their body. The little white lines that decorated their skin were now in contrast to fresh red ones, weirdly tinged yellow as infection gnawed at their skin; The bandages Seth had gently put on long torn to shreds, along with Kais heart.

Being a hero had had its days. There were days they had felt on top of the world. Unbeatable. And then there were days where they had hit every possible bump, wandered home tattered and beaten. They had always tried to justify the bad. Always tried to think “tomorrow could only go up”. But now they didnt know which way was “up”. And they didn't have the strength to find it.

They weren't a hero. They weren't a friend. Least of all not a lover. So were they anything?

—---- - -

The stitch in their side was excruciating. Seth had been running for 5 blocks. Panting and sweating, they arrived at the front of a building stupidly grand, the agency. It practically swarmed with heroes and other personnel- maybe they hadn't quite thought this all the way through-

In the back of their mind, they knew their power could take out the crowd in one move. They could gather the energy that crackled through their body, through their blood, and direct it outwards, light and pure energy that destroyed everything it touched. Their power terrified even them.

They barely ever used it- opted for knives or anything that helped them avoid using that. They hated feeling out of control, useless to stop the energy that escaped them and caused destruction all around them. It was too much. They had learned that so early on.

They could let all of it out. Let out the fire that had simmered in their being for so long, untouched, unused, bubbling around in their blood, and set the area around them ablaze. The heroes, the agency, all with one careful exhale.

But they refused to become any more of a villain. Not when Kai needed them.

If they saw themself as a monster, how would they let someone else love them?

That was all the reasoning it took. Think of a better way. No casualties, no fire. Just distract them, make chaos, slip in.

Focus.

Exhale.

Let it seep out. Let the energy separate from your blood where it had become so intertwined.

Shit that hurt.

Exhale- Ah!

Energy burst out. Mostly where they had intended it, the empty street in front of the building- but some stray particles of purple energy hit the front ivory pillar of the agency. Apparently, not using your powers for years had its costs- Seths muscles ached, searing hot pain found their skin. It was overwhelming enough to make them want to crumple against the wall where they stood.

But they had to keep going. They could rest when they had Kai in their arms, not before.

As heroes and personnel shuffled out of the building, hurriedly searching for the source of the destruction, Seth slipped in the side door. Now they just had to find Kai.

They had been turned in years ago. The building was a blurry haze, but they trusted their gut and their wits. They knew it had to be on the third floor, they remembered that much. Running up the stairs, ignoring the stitch in their side, and the ache and the white hot pain, they burst through the doors to the third floor corridor.

“Get up!”

They hear it from down the hall.

It makes their stomach turn.

If they weren't already sick, they practically vomit when they hear Kais scream.

—---- – -

“Villains coming in for a little fun, now, darling.” Jay says as they stare down at Kai, crumpled over their stomach following the kick he had planted there. After they process the other’s words, Kai raises their head.

Jay absolutely relishes the look on their face. The pure terror in their eyes.

They knew Seth would go in and explain to Kai what really happened- that they're not going to hurt them. That their ruse was up. Maybe this even meant that Seth would kill them.

But they were going to enjoy the way both of them absolutely shattered when they first looked at each other. They were going to absolutely delight over the sight of Seth staring at their absolutely shattered lover, at the way Kai felt visceral terror towards the only person they had ever really trusted. Even if it was just for a moment.

With a last look at Kai, they opened the door and left the room, seeing Seth just down the hallway.

Seth froze. Did they have to use their power again? Just how strong was this bastard? Would they be able to get through with just their knife?

“Go on,” Jay said, an arm motioning to the door.

What?

Why?

This had to be a trap. But they needed to get through.

Seth focused, taking deep breaths, pulling the energy from their blood. They could feel the heat rising to their skin. They moved their hand to their knife in its holster too, taking a few cautious steps forward.

Jay made no move.

Seth walked closer. Just a step to the door, now. And they moved on leg in front of the other-

The heat in their skin died. Everything went cold. Their heart stopped pumping, the oxygen pushed from their lungs like they had just been pushed into a wall.

Seth stared at the crumpled figure in the middle of the room.

What happened to them?

They thought about turning straight around and killing Jay. Just like they had promised again and again.

But Kai moved, tried to prop themself up, and failed. And Seth couldn't take it.

“Kai!” Seth practically yelled as they hit the floor.

They took multiple steps forward, crouching down ready to help Kai up, to embrace them, to cry as they finally held their world in their hands again-

Kai had gone completely still.

There was no relief. No joy that Seth was there.

Something was very wrong.

As Kais head finally lifted from where they were on their knees, the only thing in their beautiful eyes was terror.

This wasn't right.

“Please don’t- please. I- I can't take anymore-” It was basically a whisper. A desperate plea that escaped quivering lips.

“What?”

Seth had never felt anything like this. They had never felt this out of control. Their eyes were wild, in shock, tears pricking at the edges. Their hands started to shake. Everything spun, everything became unfocused. They were going to faint. White hot shock was in their chest, gnawing away at everything inside. It was so heavy. Their chest was so heavy. Their legs went cold, fuzzy, their arms and hands the same.

Why was Kai telling them- begging them-

“Baby, I- I am here to rescue you, what-” Seth stuttered, tried to say before Kai cut them off,

“No! Don't get my hopes up again!” Kai truly yelled this time, tears streaming down their bruised cheeks.

“Just do what you’re here to do.” they said, softer, completely resigned.

“Kai- What?! I never- get your hopes up? I am so sorry i let him get you again- but i'm here to help you get away!”

“Let him?” kai let out a crude laugh, cut short by a flinch. “As if you didn't get paid for your whole endeavor- for acting like you loved me to get my hopes up”

“Paid?! I don't know what he told you Kai- but I never worked with that bastard! I do love you!”

Seth was only met with a sharp glare from Kai as tears gushed down their face.

“We need to go, Kai-”

“Then why didn't you hear me scream Seth?! Why did I scream your name praying to a god I don't even believe in that you would come in the door and make him stop? That you'd clean me up just like you did in that godforsaken hotel and hold me again?!”

Kai came undone. Anything they had held back, all of it was coming out. Violent sobs shook their whole body.

Seth reached out their hand, finding Kais cheek. They knew it wasn't the best idea considering that Kai thought they were going to hurt them, but it was all they could manage.

Kai flinched but didn't pull away. Seth lifted their head slightly so they looked each other in the eye.

“Kai. I've meant every word I've said to you. I've meant every touch, every kiss. I-” and their voice broke, tears spilling out and they dropped their head. Lifting it slowly back up, they looked Kai in their enchanting eyes.

“I am so sorry I couldn't help you. He drugged me before he found you-” and they turned their head to the side, showcasing the needle mark on the neck below their ear. It had developed into a gross bruise, yellow and purple muddled together.

“That's a guilt i'll always live with. You don't have to trust me, you don't have to like me. But we have to get you away from that fucker.”

Something in Kais gaze shifted. They wanted to believe. So badly. They wanted to feel safe, wanted to escape the pain that encapsulated them. But they hesitated.

And how could they not, when everything they've ever trusted had failed them? Their parents, the agency, their “friend”, and now, it seemed, the person they loved.

“They're not lying, you know.” Jay chimed in from the doorway.

Seth immediately shifted themself fully in front of Kai. A cute effort, Jay thought.

“I'll kill you.” Seth shouted, hand going to their knife.

“I'm sure you will, sugar.”

……….

Finally a Seth power reveal loll

Once again this got longer than i expected so sorry for the cutoff! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated :D

Hope youre doing well!!

-anthony :7

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