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evil-feather · 6 months

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Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings: sickness but comfort :)

Word count: 1807

Tags: @sam1kath @vykanya @mmemalwa @msperegrinesimp @l-lizzy-y

Notes: I know I know, this took me ages, terribly sorry about that. Also about one tiny thing (because it bothers me somehow): I settled for Fay as Alma's nickname given by Isabel YEARS ago and I actually find it cute to this day. I did cringe the hell when I wrote this because I don't wanna write my name in there so we'll just pretend like I'm not called Fay, right? Thanks🥲

Anyways another thing, there will be a little bonus "chapter" coming soon, as an apology :)

Oh and please let me know if you liked it!! <3

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It was a normal day, really.

The children were playing in the garden while the birds were chirping outside and the sun was shining through the big kitchen window.

Alma was teaching the last lesson for the Ymbrynes in training while Isabel was standing in the kitchen washing the dishes from lunch.

Just as she had put the last plate into the cupboard she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

She looked out of the kitchen and saw the class coming downstairs and separating themselves to go into the garden or the living room.

Isabel smiled slightly as she watched the few girls that went outside to enjoy the sun.

She put the towel away and made her way upstairs to the classroom that was full of students not even a minute ago.

The door was slightly open so she knocked and pushed the door all the way open.

The huge classroom came into view, with large windows and the wall plastered with pictures and posters.

At the end of the room sat a tiny woman on a desk that was way too big for her, leaning over some books and papers.

She looked up when she heard Isabel enter the room and gave her a weak smile.

"I see you are still working," Isabel chuckled as she made her way through the classroom.

Alma mustered her shortly before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

"I'd also love it if this paperwork did itself but sadly…," she sighed slightly as she gestured at her desk.

Isabel took a look at the papers, now standing on the other side of the desk.

Then she whispered: "Looks awfully boring."

She looked up and met Alma's face just a few inches from hers. There was a small smile on her face from the comment but there was also something different.

Quickly Isabel noted mentally, how tired Alma looked. She would make sure that she got to rest later.

Isabel leaned forward a little and dropped a kiss on the small woman's lips before she stood up again.

"I'll bring you some tea and then we can maybe get some things done together, I also need to prepare some lessons."

Her eyes met the green ones opposite of her and they seemed to shine a bit more than before.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Alma smiled.

"Anything for my favorite falcon," she laughed, making her way back to the door.

She heard Alma chuckle in the back but when she turned her face again, Alma's nose was already stuck in the papers again.

So she made her way to the kitchen to boil some water.

In the meantime, she collected all the things she might need to work on the next lesson.

When everything was there and the tea on a tray, Isabel left the kitchen but before she could make her way back to the classroom she bumped into Emma.

"- my, I'm so sorry Emma."

"Oh Miss, I was actually looking for you! Do you have a minute?"

Isabel looked at the tray in her hand, then at the blonde girl in front of her.

She sighed, putting everything on a cupboard and following Emma to the garden.

They stopped under a small tree where Bronwyn and Millard were sitting, a massive book in their lap.

Isabel raised her eyebrow and looked at the three children in front of her with a questioning expression on her face.

"Uhm-, well, we know that you two aren't the biggest fans of celebrating your birthdays and all that," Emma started slowly, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.

"We still wanted to make something for Miss Peregrine," Millard finished quickly.

Isabel's face softened and a small smile formed on her lips.

"And how can I help you with that?" she carefully put her hand between Emma's to stop her from picking her skin and returned her gaze to the two children under the tree.

Emma's gaze flicked to her hands and the Ymbryne beside her before going to the book in Bronwyn's hand.

"We started to collect pictures from the past weeks and months since a lot has happened and changed," Millard explained.

"And we have collected them into one big album," Bronwyn said, gesturing to the book in her lap.

"We were wondering if you might want to add something yourself."

The Ymbryne thought about it for a short while, then she shrugged lightly.

"I don't think I have anything newer that I could add."

"Nah, we already have newer pictures of you two-," the invisible boy blurted out.

"Millard!" Emma tried to shush him.

Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Emma who suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

She sighed and agreed that she'd see what she could find.

Leaving the kids to discuss the rest, she made her way back inside.

The tea had gone cold so she brought it back into the kitchen and quickly made a new one.

Finally, she reached the classroom with a delay of 47 minutes.

Carefully not to startle Alma, she knocked on the door.

When no answer came she knocked a second time and after being left in silence again, she slowly pushed the door open.

She nearly dropped the tray when the room came into view.

Quickly she put it onto the nearest table and rushed to the oaken desk.

Alma was lying with her head on the desk, looking incredibly pale.

When Isabel carefully laid her hand on the younger woman's forehead to check her temperature, she noticed how warm she was.

She cursed internally for not doing something when she had noticed an hour ago that something was wrong.

Gently she started to nudge Alma's shoulder to wake her up.

After a minute she slowly started to open her eyes, tiredly blinking at Isabel until her vision became clearer.

Then in seconds, her head shot up when she realized that she was lying on her papers.

Immediately she regretted the sudden movement as her head started to hurt again and tiny black spots began to cloud her vision.

Isabel caught her head, just as she started to faint again.

"Why didn't you tell me that you felt this bad?" Isabel scolded her softly.

"It's not that bad. -'m fine," Alma whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, I can see that," the other Ymbryne sighed. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Eventually, after a little bit of convincing, they made it into their shared room and Isabel got Alma to lie down.

"Stay? Please?"

Isabel sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand into hers.

"I can stay until you are asleep, but then I have to go check on the hatchlings and see what we're gonna have for dinner later."

It didn't take long until Alma was asleep. Isabel pulled the covers over the sleeping woman and did as she said, checking on the kids and Ymbrynes-in-training.

When Alma opened her eyes the next time the light in the room was dimmed and the house seemed to be quiet.

Not having the strength to stand up, she turned her head a little to the side. There was a tray on the nightstand with a small bowl and a teapot on top of it.

In the small armchair on the side of the bed sat a tall figure, cuddled in a thick blanket.

She looked up when she noticed that Alma was awake. Isabel smiled warmly at the ravenette’s tired face.

“What happened?” Alma rasped, not being able to move her head.

Isabel got up from her chair and sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand in hers.

“You are sick, and you passed out because you wouldn't stop working on your papers,” Isabel replied, a thick layer of worry in her voice.

“Nonsense, I'm not sick!” Alma murmured weakly, barely keeping her eyes open.

The other woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Alma's not-at-all-convincing reply.

“Well then, I made you soup. Here, you need to eat something. That shouldn't be a problem if you are not sick, right?” she teased, taking the

bowl from the nightstand and holding it out for Alma to take.

But she only groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. “Seems like you've defeated me.”

The cuckoo set down the bowl and softly squeezed the small hand she was still holding.

“Alright Fay, go back to sleep. But promise me that you'll try to eat something when you wake up the next time! It will help you get better soon!”

Alma nodded slightly but Isabel was sure that she hadn't listened to her anymore and was already asleep.

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She didn't get better, rather the opposite.

Three days had passed since she had collapsed over her desk. She had slept through most of the days and had barely eaten nor drank anything, looking paler than ever.

“I miss my children,” Alma whined weakly.

“But you need rest!” Isabel protested, her arms crossed over her chest. This argument has been going on for a while now.

“And I promise that I will do that, it's not like I can move anyways,” the ravenette pleaded, “I just miss seeing them!”

The older Ymbryne sighed loudly.

"Fine! But if they bother you too much, I'll send them to their rooms again!”

“Deal!” Alma gave a weak smile.

Isabel nodded shortly before picking the small woman up and carrying her downstairs into the living room.

The room was quite warm and comfortable. The fire in the chimney was crackling softly and the kids were sitting splattered around in the room, some reading, some playing games, or simply talking.

However, they all looked up and happily greeted the two Ymbrynes as they entered the room.

“Your Ymbryne is still sick so please let her rest,” Isabel reminded the children as she threw the blanket over Alma's shoulders.

She left the room to make some tea and when she came back a few minutes later, Alma was fast asleep again.

Isabel noticed however that Alma seemed to be much calmer than before and she could swear that there was even a hint of a smile on her lips.

Alma was slowly getting better over the next few days.

When Isabel checked on her, the following day, she was sitting on the sofas, wrapped in a thick blanket and having little Claire in her lap.

Olive was sitting to her right and they were coloring a picture together.

It was an adorable picture, that Isabel had to pause for a minute and just watch the scene.

It was at this moment that Isabel realized that the kids really seemed to do Alma good. And from that moment on she was sure that things were gonna be okay again.

#mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #miss peregrine #ymbryne #miss p #ymbrynes #bird wifeys #wlw #alma lefay peregrine #isabel cuckoo #miss cuckoo #perekoo #perekoo fanfiction #mphfpc fanfiction #gays #lesbain #pansexual

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nathrecsblog · 2 years

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Hi do you have some jikook recs where they always missunderstand each other ?? Trust issues with some heartbreak and angst💔🥲 ( Established relationship , post break , after breakup)

Jikook fic recommendations

Post breakup / misunderstanding / established relationship

Sugar pill : one shot (6411 word) Jimin hooks up with Jungkook years after they broke up. Maybe it's time for them to erode each other's sharp edges.

Verdigris Heart: 18 chapters (abo au) After omega Jimin and alpha Jungkook were catapulted into superstardom with the unexpected success of their film The Bearer of Light, they became the industry’s most loved Golden Couple ,Four years later, they’re unconquerable. What their fans, reporters, managers, bosses, and colleagues, don’t know, though, is that Jimin was once, in fact, madly in love with the man he used to call “His Alpha”...until Jungkook permanently broke his fragile heart, and left him.

White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands: one shot (11k words) Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer.

Together We're Better : one shot (3125 words ) Jimin and Jungkook break up and Jimin sees him a week later with another boy.

I breathe through you....!!!! : One shot ( 5 chapters): “Because I am not sure. I am not sure okay! I have only dated you till now!” The moment Jungkook said this sentence (in the state of panic) he knew he fucked up bad.

Stay a Little More: one shot ( 6911 words ) Jimin's come to learn that anger doesn't really look good on anyone. Especially not Jungkook.

don't you remember? : One shot ( 15k words ). Two whole years had passed since Jungkook last saw him, since they last spoke to each other; two years since Jimin had moved to Seoul, leaving behind not only his hometown, but Jungkook too.

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astaralys · 1 year

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Update!

heeellooooooo......? 👀

I may have suddenly remembered I have a tumblr. And that I write Frozen fic. except......

oops.

Short story: I have been incredibly busy but well! I'm healthy! I'm still writing and creating! I hope everyone reading this is doing great!!

Long story:

"girl what on earth have you been doing" Career change, moved house, masochistically started a postgrad degree while working full time, working on original story projects when I have time AND AND AND started a two-person creative studio with @lianthuss!! We have a webcomic oneshot releasing in the coming weeks!! More info on that below :D

"are you still working on TNU??" First of all, thank you for sticking around for this story! The fact you enjoy it means so much to me. I know exactly how frustrating it is to be invested in an unfinished story. I have every intention of finishing the fic, and the thought of it still brings me a lot of joy, which is all I need to keep writing. That said, the honest answer is I've been so busy I haven't worked on it for almost a year now. I didn't even remember where I was up to in the next chapter until I opened it and saw 1000 words (that I now want to entirely overwrite 🥲)

"when do you think the fic will be finished?"

Funnily enough, my mental goal was to have TNU finished before Frozen 3 comes out... and I might still make it! There are (I think) 5-7 chapters left to go, so not far. The question is when I'll have time to write. The second question is what else I'm working on - I have a lot of original story ideas in development that motivate me more than TNU right now. TNU is like my fun corner. I pick at it when I miss it, or when I need a change of pace from other projects. I know it might be disappointing to hear TNU isn't my highest priority and truly appreciate every reader. I do absolutely plan to keep writing this fic, but I'm also having so much fun with original stories and the new studio. I hope some of you will be interested in supporting this other dimension of my creative pursuits too :)

"so tell us about these other creative pursuits" Why I'm so glad you asked! I actually discovered a passion for game development :O I've only made one little one for my partner so far but I have lots of other game ideas brewing that I'd love to turn into reality and share with the world. I'm especially pulled towards concepts that have compelling narratives (I am a writer hehe) that use gameplay to create a story that can only be told in the game medium. (yes, playing Nier: Automata changed my life and you should play it too) And!! I got into 3D modelling and pixel art! Super fun. Please behold this fat chocobo I modelled and got 3D printed

"how do we keep in touch with you before you come back 7 years later and tell us you're an astronaut now" I go by wiredforwords on twitter and instagram. Also just started up a ko-fi if you'd like to support me. Someday soon I'm going to share some free pixel emotes and other updates on there!

nice! now what's this about a studio? and webcomic??

why, I'm so glad you asked!

STUDIO POINT9 is mine and @lianthuss' new baby. It's where we work on and produce our original stories. Our first project is MIDNIGHT HOUR, a oneshot webcomic based on a moment in a larger sci-fi fantasy epic (which will be a webcomic series in the future!) I wrote a 2k oneshot on a whim and lianthuss brought it to life with her incredible storyboarding and art. Coming super duper soon! As in WITHIN ONE MONTH soon!!

We have big plans for STUDIO POINT9 and appreciate any support! You can follow us on twitter and instagram (@studio.point9). Cool website to come!

I'll try to be more active here and not forget tumblr exists. Might be TNU related. Might be random pixel art. Might be studio updates. Might be martians.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for enjoying my stories!!

#i came in like a wrecking ball #writing #life update #frozen fanfic #my god I forgot how to use tags #game dev kinda #webcomic #nvm i give up #ty for reading

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andvys · 1 month

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Firstly, I think Steve & Blondie are biggest drama queens ever. And it's about to get worst. And they're already insufferable 😭😭😭

"The thing between you, his feelings, his actions are purely driven by lust, nothing more, nothing less. You won't raise your hopes up, this is bad enough as it is".

"The version of you now, is happy, content with what she has, even if she doesn't actually have him".

My baby 🥺 I just want her to be happy...

"It also hurt to wake up without him, it hurt all day to think that all he did was use you, that he took what he wanted and left".

The fact that she thinks he is just using her for his own entertainment, but she's still is willing to wait for him 😭 Find someone more selfless 😭 It's actually hurts... When you have such deep feelings for someone... Like you understand that you can easily find someone new, but that's the point if this someone new is not him?

"And it would've been fun / If you would've been the one".

"He is so special to you, but you aren't to him. And you never will be".

Just stop. Even I'm begging.

This "fake it til you make it", "you can just pretend, for those little moments, you can pretend"... It will stop working very soon. No, it won't be enough.

And Steve...

So Steve admires how she looks and her scars seem to make her even more appealing to him, he clearly doesn't want her to leave and tried to convince her to stay a bit longer, he's worried about her and wants to make sure that she's not experiencing side effects from Plan B and be like…

Yeah, it's just sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course, my dude. I believe you.

When she was upset with him not calling her.

“And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called / And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all”.

The jealousy well... I was excited and, I not gonna lie, I was satisfied with Steve tasting his own medicine, but jealousy will become exhausting very quickly. To the point that they will just have to set up on a date and start making baby steps to actual dating.

"And yet, you would wait for years. You would wait forever".

Can you just not? 😭

Also, highly recommend you I Love You (acoustic) by Woodkid. It's them. It's them.

you’re right they really are drama queens 😭

she truly thinks he’s only using her, not knowing that it’s more than that for him, and she will actually not find out that he feels more until much later 🥲

and don’t worry! the jealousy part won’t be around for much longer, only two more chapters of it 🤭

and omg all the song lyrics 😭 and i’m gonna check out that song later!!!

i’m so happy you liked the chapter 🩷🥹

#andy’s asks

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xilianx · 3 months

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AO3 ASK GAME DO THEM ALL DO THEM ALL NEOW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 (pls)

I AM...SO LATE AHHHH IM FINALLY GETTING THROUGH THESE I'M SO SORRY!!!

Just saw these 20 Questions for Fic Writers and decided I wanted to do it so ....... here it is! Lmao.

How many works do you have on AO3?

20!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

513,741 words…oh lawd

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve written for Godzilla in the past but now I write just for Bayonetta! More will come eventually…if my hyperfixation can be dethroned lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Witch of Causality (Bayonetta 3 reimaging/re-work)

Some Words Left Unsaid (AncientBayonetta AU where shit almost went reaaaaally bad for BayoJeanne)

Down By The Red Poppies (Sequel fic to “Where the Lobelia Would Grow, more Bayonetta AU)

Where The Lobelia Would Grow (First ever fic I wrote for the Bayonetta fandom!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to at least. I love getting comments on my fics (i mean, what fic author doesn’t???) And I love all the support that’s given and the fact someone takes time to leave me a comment, long or short, just makes my day 😭😭 I’m sorry to those who comment that I hadn’t replied too or haven’t too yet. I promise you I appreciate them so much ❤️

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooooo….I wanna say either ‘Vessel’ or ‘Forgotten Visage’. Both have pretty harsh endings that only insulate that it leads to more pain later. ‘Vessel’ is just straight up a Soulsbourne boss style fight with all the tragedy of a Soulsbourne boss fight tied in, and ‘Forgotten Visage’ is just sad AU of what evil Balder was doing right after Rosa died…so yay, they don’t go anywhere sad. BUT IF I HAD TO CHOOSE….I’m gonna throw it at Vessel lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Idk if I’m gonna get some hate from certain oomfs from this, but I’m gonna say ‘Down By The Red Poppies’ has one of the happiest BECAUSE of everything that had happened to all the characters throughout the fic (And even the first fic!) and making it in the end. There was def a lot of hurt and pain and angst throughout Lobelia and Poppies, but I think the ending the fic made it all the worthwhile and despite the pain/tragedy, it’s gonna be okay 🥲

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really. Not that I’ve ever seen!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written smut ONCE!...It was the last half of one chapter out of a 117,000 word fic…HAVE I ATTEMPTED TO WRITE MORE SMUT SINCE, YES AND I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO FINISH IT YET!! The smut in Red Poppies was my first ever smut and it was, like, tender and sweet?? But the Balrosa smut that I have a low simmer is def meant to embarrass that fucking twink lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven’t, and don’t plan to!! Not my thing, to read or write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so, not that I am aware of…

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Another one that’s; if any of them are, I’m not aware of it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I haven’t done anything like that yet! Would be cool to do it, if given he chance!!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

YOU ALREADY KNOW!!! BRING EM OUT, TOMMY:

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ohhhhhh hohohho hahaahah AHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!! There’s so many lmao I have so many that are stuffed in folders and forgotten about. There’s a few multi-chapter ideas I wanted to try and do, but with Witch of Causality going on rn (and going on for awhile now) I doubt I’ll ever start them for long long time… (Chinese BayoJeanne AU fic based off of Causality, etc).

But if there is a KING of unfinished WIPS…it’s my now long forgotten Godzilla Final Wars fics from years prior. Sucks because I got to fic 3 out of the trilogy, but I’m just not in it anymore…wish I had the willpower to finish it, but alas, never will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Lots of my oomfs say all my fight scenes actually ‘feel’ like what Bayonetta fights, so I wanna say I write fight scenes pretty well!! I would say characterization, but I’m only comfortable with a few, not all…

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

looks at long list of comments and notes from my beta reader for the the insane amount of grammatical errors, structure errors, and sentences that just make no sense uhhh….so yeah, I kinda fuck up the actual writing aspect a lot asdjkasdsda

But seriously, I think sometimes (at least for recent, larger fics), I’ve had to pull back on the amount of filler that’s not necessary or structure of a chapter to make it actually make sense…(THANK YOU KELS FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT, YOU KEEP SAVING MY ASS!!)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think if you’re not super well-versed in the language, definitely consult or check with someone who knows!! Or do a bit of digging, especially if you plan on using quite a bit of it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

GODZILLA!!! Funny enough, I have literally only ever written fics for the Godzilla fandom and Bayonetta fandom. I have read quite a bit for other fandoms, but Godzilla is my dear yee ol faithful!! (Funny enough, it’s specifically only for Godzilla Final Wars as well lol)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

This one is actually hard…hmmm…It would have to be a tie between Lobelia/Red Poppies. I kinda put them in the same box, even tho they are 2 different fics. Honestly, it was just so fun coming in blind to a new fandom and just slapping together whatever I wanted to do because I really wanted to tell the story and had fun with it. I don’t even think it’s my best stuff, but damn nothing beats crashing into the Bayo fic community with a fic that just (spoilers) kills little Cereza in her own story and I have no regrets ASKJDSADHASDHA

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS KELS!! I'm so late with this, and I feel like this has been tagged to other oomfs, so I will just leave this open to anyone who wants to do it!!

#ask #ask game #bayonetta #fic ask

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ghost-proofbaby · 8 months

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Arg my gaahdd my heart. He's so sad 💔 I remember being stuck on one line in particular in the oneshot,

'that they had witnessed the aftermath (if there had been any)'

if there had been any. It's in brackets even, like its not even important. The aftermath hasn't let up for him at all.

Wayne doesn't even talk to him anymore 😭 that part got my throat tight. Eddie has done an amazing job of alienating most people. Manager Matt sounds like he's been a much needed force in his life. Love him already.

My heart did a little squeeze at him not sleeping around. because that could have gone a completely different way. And I don't know if I remember right, but it doesn't sound like there's been anyone else for her either. My whole body hurts for both of them.

I did wonder if she's scored this job because of who she is, that he knew she'd be there, but once it was clear he didn't have a scooby doo, I wondered if anyone else had a hand in it.

My favourite part of this was his protectiveness of the album, how he doesn't want to share it.

'it isn't their blood, their tears across every track'

I kinda feel like this is how you guys feel about your writing before posting. It's hard to let go of something that's yours and that means so much.

My breath was caught up the entire chapter, it might be my naive tendencies but this felt hopeful. I mean, it's gonna get worse before it gets better I guess, but he doesn't seem angry to me. She does. Dragon breathing fire. That was great imagery. Not angry at him maybe, but the situation. Maybe she expects that he'll request someone else now he knows. She's maybe preparing herself that this'll be the very last time she sees him. There's so many ways this could go!

Obviously loved this, knew I would. It was gorgeously heartbreaking 🖤🖤

i’m so glad and honored that stuck with you because it was definitely an easter egg towards the fact that even if reader didn’t believe the breakup would affect eddie that badly, it did — terribly so. continues to do so, really. but we’ll find out the extent of that later on 🥲

eddie in this story is really really really going through it and i’m so sorry in advance. he’s not been having a very fun time during the two years that passed, and all that he really has left is his music (and even that is starting to be taken out of his control… like we saw).

and it’s 100% how we see our writing! at least, it’s how i do. i have to tread so carefully when it comes to posting because if i sit and ruminate on just how much i’ve put into each thing i post, i would surely spiral and never post another thing haha. but putting your heart and soul into something is what makes art so beautiful and lets it connect to others. and yes, creating in itself is therapeutic, but sharing it with others (or the world in some cases) is also part of that process. it’s a very scary lesson i’ve learned, and one our dear eddie definitely needs to learn in this story 😭

thank you so much for reading and for your wonderful comments/feedback, bat. you’ve got all my love 🫶🏻🖤

#thank u ily <3 #bat 🦇#maroon

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adonis-koo · 2 years

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🖤weekly update🖤

Hey everyone!!! <333 it feels like ages since I’ve been on here even though it’s been hardly a week 🤣 I’ve been busy with work due to a coworker being out of town so I’ve been working extra shifts! I’ve also been…dealing with a potential partner- but alas I got called great friend material after we ate out so…😅

Writing!! Yeah definitely gonna write some this week 🥲 Chapter 14 has been sitting at 5k since I posted 13 haha! I’m hoping to maybe get some more written this week but I’m kind of struggling to find a good filler scene to bridge the gap between two very important scenes! I’m definitely gonna have to do some brainstorming later!

As of right now I’m working on getting the third draft of my book done quickly so I can get an editor hired on, the one I’m looking at has a free slot open by the end of the month so I’m gonna do a lot of grinding there and of course saving since I will be paying to get it done!! I’m nervous for the second half of this year because I’ll be returning to my old job meaning- I’ll be working roughly 40 hours between both jobs, full time basically but it leaves very little room to do much else!!

I’m just gonna take it a step at a time though and try to not worry about it, until then I hope everyone is doing well enough! I really really wanna answer some asks soon because everybody left some incredibly kind words for me after chapter 13 and I cannot thank you all enough for your support! 🫶🖤

#weekly update

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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Hi! I have a request but its totally fine if you dont have the time to do it :]] im going to be requesting a Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!reader wherein Sakusa and reader have this complicated no label thing going on. Reader really likes them but Sakusa's still very much in love with his ex. Reader's aware of this but still wants to be with him 🥲🥲🥲(like maybe he's avoiding doinh certain things because it reminds him of his ex or he mistakens reader for his ex and what his ex likes) After some time, maybe reader gets tired of this but its only when Sakusa realizes that he's in love with reader and wants them to stay :((( Fluffy ending pls 🥺🥲 + I love all of ur works and how u turn requests into amazing stories

you never called it what it was

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW; slightly suggestive

a/n: hiiiii anon!!!! I loved this request. I don't know why I love writing Sakusa angst so much, honestly 🤣 our poor boy. I will have to apologize tho, I PROMISE YOU'LL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING FOR THIS ONE 🥺 It's just that for the sake of the story, I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to reconciliation, and so I decided to make this into two parts. I really really really hope you dont mind 🥺✨ and I hope you enjoy this. Always let me know! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORDS THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Part I - Part II

You wake up on Kiyoomi's bed after a long night of sex, and you can't remember where your bra is, but the imprints on your hips are enough reminder of what truly happened during the night.

And you really don't need your bra anyway.

"I hope you understand that this doesn't means anything" he tells you, when you're about to leave his flat. He called you a taxi, made you breakfast, and even engaged in small talk with you, while you munched on your toasts and drunk your coffee. But that's as far as his niceness goes, and you're actually thankful for the warning.

"I get that" you say with a smile, and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "It was fun, that's all"

Kiyoomi nods, and watches as you climb into the car and disappear down the road, before going back to his apartment.

Jokes on you, because you didn't get shit.

You always had a penchant for running late. You were never on time for school, or dates, or anything before, really. In a more poetical way, you feel that that also applies for your relationship with Kiyoomi Sakusa. You had a crush on him for your three high school years, and only got the courage to confess when he got himself a girlfriend, starting college.

Late, always late.

You knew about the breakup, from a mutual friend. Nasty thing, with nasty accusations and petty fights that left Kiyoomi broken and lonely. More than before. Meeting him in the club was a coincidence, at least you could say that in your favor. Calling him a couple of days later to hang out, wasn't.

"This is your phone number, right?" he asks you one night, after another round of sex. You're sitting against the headboard, scrolling through Pinterest, when he sudenly shows you the screen of his phone. You're face to face with all the times you've called him.

"Ahm... yeah? You don't have me on your phone?"

"I'm going to put you on my contact list now" he explains, as if it's only normal that he does it now, after you've been having sex for a few weeks.

You watch him type your name above your number. Nothing more, nothing less. And then you get to see his favorite contacts, right before he can turn off the screen. A pet name that can only belong to his ex is at the top.

You try not to think too much about it.

But you do anyway.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" you friend asks you, worry evident on her face "A halfassed relationship with a man that still loves someone else?"

"I don't want anything" you roll your eyes, and take another sip of your coffee. Weekly reunions to catch up with your best friend are great, until she starts to actually try to give you advice. You're bad with advice "Didn't you heard me? We're keeping it casual"

"Casual" your friend repeats, unimpressed.

You nod "Yeah. Having fun. No strings attached"

"No strings attached with your high school crush? I don't know, it sounds like you've been attached from way before he even knew your name"

"That was before" you whine "I'm a grown up now. I know what I'm doing"

"I'm just warning you" you friend shrugs "Komori told me that they had a nasty breakup, and that Sakusa's still not over her. Just... watch out"

"I will, seriously. Don't worry"

You don't.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" you say, just because Kiyoomi looks as if he's been struck by lighting. You swallow around nothing and take another bite of your food, chewing thoughtfully and trying to make the tension go away "I was just curious, that's all"

"We had a... bad breakup" Kiyoomi finally answers, still looking down at his food.

It's the first time you two are having the most similar thing to a date, and you chose to ask him about his ex.

Of course.

"Yeah, I've heard. I'm sorry"

"It's in the past"

"Is it?"

When he looks up at you, his eyes seem like they're glowing. "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"It's nothing"

It's everything.

You remember why you used to like him so much one fateful winter day, when he falls asleep in your lap. You're both watching some silly Christmas movie that neither of you particularly likes, and he's so tired from practice that he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he's out like a light.

It's the softness in his expression, the way his eyelids flutter close, with his long lashes almost touching his cheeks. The curly hair, falling messily on his forehead. The soft Sakusa Kiyoomi, that you saw sitting down alone on a bench, the first day of school, waiting patiently for the gym to open. You took a liking to his most vulnerable side, and then the rest came easily.

You've been seeing each other for a while now, and you know you're not his girlfriend. You don't even have to ask. You go on dates, have sex, hang out on his appartment— but he still has his ex under that silly nickname on his phone, and there's a picture of her on the counter. A selfie she took, with Kiyoomi smiling softly on the background.

He calls her name softly, after you stand up and lay his head on the couch, just to get a much closer look of the photo you've never actually cared for before.

"It's just me" you say out loud, because deep down you want him to feel ashamed for calling you another's woman name.

If he regrets it, he doesn't shows it. He looks at you with sleepy eyes and becomes you to join him on the couch again. You purposely place the frame upside down.

"Oh, you're not coming" you say to Kiyoomi, while fixing your hair and checking to see if your makeup it's still in place. His apartment is closer to the party your friend's are throwing, and so you decided to change and get ready there.

It's been six months of this. You think it's fine.

Kiyoomi looks up with a start, and frowns when you turn around to ask him what's wrong.

"I thought you would want me to come with you"

"I know you don't like parties. So no"

He still looks incredibly surprised, and folds his arms over his chest when you sit beside him to put your shoes on "Are you sure?"

"Do you want to come?"

He doesn't hesitates "No"

"Then that's it. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you don't like"

You finish up with your heels to find him staring at you odly. There's something swimming in the dark of his eyes, that makes you simultaneously want to kiss him and step away from him. You do neither, staying frozen in place under his gaze.

"I'm not very... used to that" he finally whispers.

You purse your lips and stand up with a huff.

Of course he's not.

"I'm not your ex, Kiyoomi"

"I know that" he says, and you don't find any bite in his voice. It's still soft, and almost unsure, and you can't resist looking back. He's watching his hands intently. "I know that"

You really wish he did

"She called me" he tells you during dinner. You're both at your appartment, because apparently that's something you do now.

You know who 'she' is without having to ask.

"Oh?"

"Said she's in town, and wants to stop by to get some things she left behind at my place"

"I see"

"So I don't think we can see each other this Saturday"

You drink your wine in one go. Kiyoomi watches you nod out of the corner of his eye, before you go back to the meal you prepared specifically for him. He thought you didn't knew how to cook. He was wrong, of course. She was the one that didn't knew how to.

Just a simple confusion, really.

"It's alright" you lie.

"I think I'm in love with him" you say to your friend on the phone, and then pause, waiting for her to talk. When she doesn't, you press on, fed up with yourself, with her, with Kiyoomi and with the world "Aren't you going to say I told you so?"

"I know" it's what she says "I'm sorry"

You nod, even tho she can't see you, and cry yourself to sleep.

You call him on Friday, to tell him that you want to show him a special place. He's slightly reluctant, but agrees to go with you anyway. It's been getting easier, to go out and go to different places together. You think about that during the ride, while Kiyoomi silently looks out the window. It's been a year since you started whatever you have. From only hanging out in his appartament to slowly starting going places, you've come a long way. If only...

"Why are we here?" Kiyoomi asks, closing the car door behind him.

You breathe in, smile, and take off your shoes. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I used to come here a lot. When we lived nearby"

"You used to live around here?"

You nod, and make your way to the ocean. You're not sure if Kiyoomi will follow, but you flop down on the sand either way, bringing your knees to your chest. The sun is slowly setting down, and while the sky turns every shade of red, you can only think about how you really, really wish this could have worked.

You're a bit surprised when he comes to stand beside you— still wearing his shoes, of course.

"When I was feeling down, or too stressed out, my mom drove me here to watch the sunset. She wanted me to know that as sure as the sun would always come out the next day, things would also get better" you can't see what expresion Kiyomi is making, since half of his face is covered by a mask, but at least his eyes are trained on you. "Since we won't be seeing each other tomorrow" you add, trying hard not to sound too bitter about it "And you'll be leaving early on Sunday morning to your game, I wanted to bring you here today. I know your Sunday match against the Addlers is an important one and... well, I know you're stressed" you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, half expecting for him to scoff and tell you he's fine. He doesn't. He's still looking at you with that same intensity that makes you look back at the sea, embarrased "And I thought maybe here, you could find a bit of peace. As I used to, when I was younger" you laugh, gently rubbing your arms against the chilly air "Of course, I was only a dumb kid back when my mother used to bring me here, and you have real adult life problems. But still. This is like my place and... yeah"

You feel his jacket over your shoulders before you have a chance to look up and find him leaning over you. He's not wearing his mask anymore.

"I don't think I have a place" he tells you softly.

You wish he just sat down beside you, but you know that's just too much to ask. "No?"

"I just never thought about it"

"I get that, yeah"

When the last ray of sun dies in the horizon, you stand up and dust your pants. Kiyoomi grabs your hand as you're walking back to the car.

"We'll see each other after the game"

You don't check your phone until late at night that Saturday. He had sent you a text around 5 p.m, asking how was your day.

You don't answer.

You recognize the scarf on the back of the couch. His ex was wearing it in that picture you turned upside down one day, when you still didn't knew how strong your feelings were. Your first thought it's that it makes sense she still has the same one, since it's so hard to buy winter clothes.

It's called intrusive thoughts. You fixate on small, insignificant details when you're nervous, to avoid thinking about the bigger picture.

The bigger picture being that the ex of your non-boyfriend/not just a friend Sakusa Kiyoomi is still there, and that she probably went to his game, after spending the weekend together.

It's what arriving unannounced gets you.

It's what entering a mockup of a relationship with a man that it's clearly not over his ex gets you.

Your mom used to tell you that contrary to popular belief, we take the biggest decisions in our life without much thinking, without much planning. Epiphanies just happen.

You turn around, leave the door open behind you, and calmly walk down the stairs.

You even put some music on your way home, rolling down the windows to feel the fresh air of night.

When you get to your place, you have one missed call from him.

You turn off the radio, stare at the screen for twenty seconds that feel like a last time, and text back.

You block his number, and then burst into tears.

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meltwonu · 3 years

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〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [CHAPTER 8]

this chapter pairing; florist!wonwoo x reader x tattoo-artist!jungkook

genre&warnings; florist/tattoo-artist!au, dom!jungkook, dom!wonwoo, threesome, blowjobs, face-fucking, masturbation, spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, hair pulling, bukkake ☠️💕 Now when was the last time I updated DD huh kjdshfkjsdh 😭 LOL also sorry i switched up the days, this just worked better for me so 😭💕💕💕 Also I had this idea in my notes for a very long time, literally months so I’m glad i finally could bust it out !! It just… the jeons were too obvious of an idea i needed to bang out 😈🥲 And we all know they’re s-rank bias wreckers... 🥲🥲 And thank you, as always, for the continued support on this wild little miniseries!! I gotta make some… like, hybe office worker idol au fics for this one now that they share the same building… 😗 For next time~ Enjoy ch 8 for now and I’ll see u later!💕 I love u and stay hydrated! 💕💕

(this is if we had tattoo-artist!jungkook and fratboy!wonwoo meet levels nasty so u have been warned 😏)

*queued post.

word count; ~3100

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - ?

“Stop looking at him, I said.”

“I fucking can’t, he’s so cute!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes; slapping a pair of gloves on before picking up his tattoo gun. “See, this is why I don’t like bringing you into the shop with me. All you do is look at that florist across the street and tell me how you think he looks innocent and whatever the fuck else.”

You grin back at the tattooed male from your place behind the front table - eyes darting from the window to Jungkook who’s about to start tattooing Mingyu’s shoulder. “What else am I supposed to do then? I mean, I couuuuuld go over there and just talk to him while you work.”

Mingyu scoffs as he digs his nails into the tattoo bed when Jungkook doesn’t even bother to warn him that he’s started.

“Do that, I’d like to see you try.”

“Damn, Jungkook, ease up or you’ll fuck up my tattoo!”

The male rolls his eyes and wipes away the excess ink; dabbing on some vaseline before bringing the needle back onto Mingyu’s skin.

“Shut up and let me work.”

You laugh lightly as they continue to banter, simultaneously admiring Jungkook’s sleeve of tattoos as he works.

The two of you had been dating for three years already and you’d seen the artwork add onto his skin as Jungkook had made a name for himself in the tattooing industry.

Recently, he’d relocated his studio on the other side of town - across from a small strip of stores, one being ‘Jeon’s Floral Arrangements’. And while the street was a rather quiet and less traveled one, he noticed the flower shop usually had a string of regulars coming by every other day.

‘Weird, it’s my last name too,’ he’d mumbled - lollipop precariously hanging from between his lips as he’d unloaded the moving van, ‘Maybe it’s an old grandma running it or somethin’. We should introduce ourselves just in case she needs help with some heavy lifting.’

And as the two of you’d quickly found out, it was definitely not an old grandma at all.

“Ah, thank you so much for coming in again! Enjoy your weekend! And don’t forget to water your plants this time!”

Wonwoo beams at the chuckling man that leaves the store; the bell jingling above Namjoon who comes to replace the bonsai that he’d over trimmed again.

“Hmm.. what’s left to do.” Muttering to himself, Wonwoo undoes the apron around his waist to retie it before readjusting his glasses perched on his nose bridge.

He ran the shop alone and while most people asked if he ever felt the need for other employees - he’d often shrug them off and tell them he liked the quietness and calmness of the store when he was there alone.

‘I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself,’ he’d said; fingertips wrapped around a coral coloured rose as he inspected it for imperfections, ‘It lets me think and clear my head, to be honest.’

He takes a deep breath as he stretches from behind the register; arms above his head as he plans out the rest of his night as the sun starts to set in the distance.

“Oh! I should work on that arrangement so it’s ready for tomorrow…” Nodding, he walks to the front door and flips the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ before dimming the lights.

“Shouldn’t take me too long…”

“I just need to do some highlighting with some white ink and we should be done, 'Gyu. Shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes.”

Mingyu grunts in return as you come by with a glass of water for each male, smiling as the tiredness becomes visible in their eyes.

“We’ll all be out of here and enjoying our weekends soon!”

Jungkook sets the tattoo gun down onto the table as he stretches and takes a break himself; yawning and cracking his knuckles before he stands and takes the glass of water from you.

“Oh look, your little lover boy in the flower shop is working on a huge project over there.”

You follow Jungkook’s line of vision to see Wonwoo in the window with, what had to be, three dozen roses. “Woooow, that’s so pretty! And it’s getting so late too, I hope he’s not overworked.”

“He’s!? Overworked!?” Jungkook guffaws, water spilling down his chin as he laughs and peers back at Mingyu who raises a brow from his position. “You hear that, 'Gyu? Mr. flower man over there might be overworked. His poor, aching hands.”

“Yooo, if y’all have beef, leave me out of it. I just came for the ink, man.”

“We don’t have beef, my girlfriend just wants to fuck the florist, is all.”

“Hey!” You retort; slapping Jungkook’s arm as you pout. “I never said that!”

Jungkook leans down until his lips are ghosting against the shell of your ear; goosebumps rising on your skin as you gulp.

“So you’re telling me you don’t imagine his delicate hands all over your body with my rough ones? How he’d probably be soooo patient and slow when he fucks you while I ruin that cunt of yours? Hmm? Oh, how I bet you’d love for him to fuck you after I’ve already cum inside that filthy ‘lil pussy of yours.” He licks the shell of your ear as you let out a shaky breath and instantly clench around emptiness at his filthy whispers.

“N-no, but… Fuck, now I am, you asshole.”

He laughs and pulls away from you, downing the rest of the glass of water before handing it back to you and kissing you on the forehead.

“That’s very cute of you. We’ll invite him over for a light snack after I’m done, okay? I wanna have a chat with him, that’s all. Let him know a few things.”

Wonwoo finishes the wedding arrangement that needs to be delivered for the next day; a soft content sigh falling from his lips as he takes in his work.

The couple had requested an arrangement of coral coloured roses mixed in with red ones and Wonwoo had painstakingly made sure to arrange them in a way that was pleasing to the eyes.

“Okay, let’s see, I--wh--”

In the few seconds he lifts his head and peers out the window, he, very, panickedly looks down towards the countertop to make sure he didn’t accidentally see something he wasn’t supposed to.

What? No way, he thinks, I’m just tired, that’s all. I’ve been staring at the same arrangement for too long, I’m just seeing things.

He shakily looks back up and peers out the window to see that, yes, he was actually seeing what he thought he was.

“Holy… Fuck.”

“Jung---Jungkook! Ah, s--slower, mmh, fuck, he’s w-watching…”

Your hands grip onto the glass countertop as hard as you can as Jungkook’s hips slam into your ass with each powerful thrust, but he makes no effort to slow down as he grins up at the man currently watching the two of you with his mouth agape.

“Slow down? You’ve never asked me to do that before… What’s wrong? Don’t want your loverboy to know you’re a needy ‘lil cockslut who likes it when I use your pussy to my liking? Hmm? Do you want him to think you’re a pure ‘lil vanilla angel?”

Your breasts press into the glass as you whine and drop your weight down harder onto the surface; teary eyes trying to focus on Wonwoo before rolling to the back of your head when the head of Jungkook’s cock slams right into your g-spot.

“O-oh, fuh--fuck, right there! Fuck me right there, h-harder!”

Jungkook scoffs, blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your ass as your pussy clamps down harder onto his cock.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Wonwoo tells himself he should look away but the stare that Jungkook sends him tells him that the other male wants him to see.

He gulps and quietly palms himself over his slacks; soft moans spilling from his lips as his shaky fingertips move towards the zipper.

No, wait, maybe I shouldn’t…

But he peers back up, hyper-focused on the way Jungkook’s now put three of his fingers into your mouth from behind as your body rocks against the glass countertop he’d bent you over - and Wonwoo can’t help but imagine that’s his cock in your mouth instead of those fingers.

“What the fuck, what the fuck…” He mutters softly; throwing all caution into the wind as he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks before shimmying his boxer briefs down just enough to wrap a delicate hand around his thick shaft.

“Oh, g-god… Fuck…” Wonwoo lets his head loll to the side as he spreads the precum down his shaft - eyes focused on you and Jungkook and timing the flicks of his wrist to match the thrusts of Jungkook’s hips.

His jaw clenches and he thinks about the first time the two of you had walked into his shop - cheery and inviting despite Jungkook’s inked and pierced body.

“Howdy, neighbour.”

Wonwoo looked up to meet Jungkook’s grinning face only centimetres from his own - a soft gasp spilling from his lips as he took in the man’s eyebrow piercing and inked arm in a matter of milliseconds before pulling away and noticing you standing next to him.

“Sh--shit, sorry, I--I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t even hear you guys come in! I’m so sorry!” He chuckles nervously before clearing his throat. “Can I help you find anything today?”

“Nah, we just moved in across the street!” Jungkook grins and points to the studio across the street - the minimalistic black building with a simple ‘JK STUDIOS’ in bold above the door. “We thought there’d be an old lady in here but it’s… you. Not that that’s a bad thing!”

“We just wanted to come introduce ourselves since our shops are right across from each other… Oh, and Jungkook noticed your store name has his last name too!”

Wonwoo smiles at you and readjusts his glasses, “Ah, yeah. My name is Jeon Wonwoo. It’s a pleasure to meet you! Funny how things work out, huh?”

You introduce yourself and shake his hand - already noticing how soft they were. “Your hands are so pretty!” Wonwoo blushes at your compliment just as Jungkook grins.

“And I’m Jeon Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, man. Hope we get along well!”

And now here Wonwoo stood, precum leaking from the tip of his cock as he fucked his enclosed fist in time with Jungkook’s quick thrusts.

He watches as Jungkook takes his fingers from out of your mouth - drool pooling onto the glass underneath you as the inked male makes a ‘come hither’ motion with his saliva coated fingertips.

Wonwoo furrows his brows in return, using his free, shaky hand to point at himself to which Jungkook just nods before planting his hand firmly onto the small of your back until your chin is touching the other end of the countertop.

Oh.

And Wonwoo has never sprinted across the street that fast in his life.

He thinks to knock but the way you and Jungkook pay him no mind lets him know that the door was unlocked the entire time.

“O-oh, go--god, fuck, your cock is s-so big, mmh, stretching my ‘lil p-pussy out so g-good…”

Goosebumps rise on Wonwoo’s skin the second he hears your whiny, filthy words and he makes sure the door is shut and locked behind him before he saunters over to the end of the counter where your head is.

“Well, howdy, neighbour. Hope you enjoyed our little show.”

Jungkook smirks, glittering eyes meeting Wonwoo’s blown out pupils through the lens of his glasses.

“This needy ‘lil cockwhore got her panties alllll wet earlier over a few things I might’ve said… My bad, I didn’t mean to bring you into it.”

“W-what did you say…?” Wonwoo whispers.

“Oh, y’know, just… She thinks you’re so… nice. And sweet… Told her maybe you’d fuck her nice and slow while I fucked her dumb ‘lil cunt into the shape of my cock. Y’know, praise her for being so good while I spit in her mouth ‘n all. We just wanted to see if that was true.”

Wonwoo threads a hand through your hair, soft and nice as you mewl and lean into his touch. He massages your scalp as soft sighs escape your lips despite the way your body rocks with each snap of Jungkook’s hips.

But it doesn’t last long.

The grip in your hair gets tighter - almost as tight as Jungkook when he’s being rough. “O-oh, W--Wonwoo!”

The bespectacled man smirks down at you before he returns Jungkook’s toothy grin.

“Maybe all Jeon’s think alike.”

You can barely touch the ground with the way the two males have you bent over the glass countertop - body rocking between the two as they use your pussy and mouth to their liking.

“Fuck, if her pussy is as tight as her fuckin’ mouth, I might need to come over here more often,” Wonwoo licks his lips before drawing his hips back and thrusting into your mouth, “Or maybe she can come over and I’ll teach her a thing or two about arranging.”

Jungkook grins and slaps your ass once; the action making you whimper around Wonwoo’s cock and clench around Jungkook’s.

“Oh? Hear that, baby? Wonwoo’s gonna be nice and arrange some things for you. Isn’t he nice? Just like we thought, right?”

You gag around Wonwoo’s cock as he starts to fuck your face - tears streaming down your cheeks and messing up your makeup as both males thrust into you at the same time.

Wonwoo’s cock thrusts into your mouth just as harsh and quick as Jungkook thrusts into your wet cunt and makes you think about just how rough the two of them would be fucking both your pussy and your ass at the same time.

The fullness makes you feel lightheaded and the way they both almost challenge each other on who can fuck you the roughest makes you want to cum already - except you know better than to cum without Jungkook’s permission.

“Fuck, her cunt is getting so tight… Mm, pretty baby wants to cum already~ But we’re not done with you just yet,” Jungkook grinds against you just as Wonwoo’s cock cuts off your air supply when he sinks his entire length into your mouth and throat.

“Can we both cum on her pretty face? And then we can take turns cumming in her pussy too,” Wonwoo grunts.

He holds you onto his cock for a few more seconds as you choke around his girth - Jungkook laughing cruelly behind you as you clench around his cock.

“Fuck, maybe all Jeon’s do really think alike.” They both share a laugh before they pull out of you - your pussy feeling painfully empty as the air returns to your lungs.

“We want you on your knees now, baby. Wanna give you a ‘lil treat.”

It takes a second for you to process anything the two males said and it’s only when Wonwoo starts to round the counter that you feel Jungkook starting to help you from your bent position over the glass.

The rug digs into your kneecaps, your makeup is smeared all across your face, and your clothes are bunched up around your waist from them not bothering to undress you properly - not that you care.

The ache between your legs to be filled and fucked has you obediently sticking your tongue out and closing your eyes as both males wrap a hand around their cocks before they step closer to you.

“Mm, such a good girl… You’re quite lucky you have such an obedient slut on your hands… Makes me a little jealous, to be honest.” Wonwoo teases.

“I don’t really like sharing but… Might be able to make a few exceptions here. I think she’s in good hands.”

Jungkook leans over your body - a glob of his own saliva hitting your tongue first as you whimper and swallow it down before sticking your tongue back out and waiting.

“So good, baby~”

All you can hear are their grunts and low moans as you rub your thighs together and try to alleviate the carnal need in your body.

“Oh, f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum...” Muttering, Wonwoo tightens his grip around his cock and aims straight for your face - rivulets of cum landing directly on your tongue and chin as he lets out a string of curses.

And Jungkook follows suit after a few more quick flicks of his wrist; cum landing everywhere from your hair to your breasts as both males continue to ride out their highs.

The warm cum slides down your skin and only makes you crave them more as you open mouth whine and start grinding against the air.

“Fuck, you’re such a ‘lil whore. Look at you grinding against fuckin’ nothing... Need us to ruin your pussy so fuckin’ bad, don’t you?” Wonwoo quips, “If Jungkook wants, I have all night too, we can do our worst~”

“I wanna see my pretty baby swallow down all that cum in her pretty mouth first~”

You immediately do as you’re told - swallowing down all the warm cum before you bring a shaky hand up to your eyes to wipe the cum from your eyelids.

“P-please… I--I--” You peer up to both males with teary eyes; the need in your body reaching a record high as they stare down at you with teasing, lustful eyes.

You take the cum on your fingertips and collect more of it from your body before reaching between your slicked thighs and smearing the combined loads of cum all over your soaked folds before repeating the process and easing two of your cum-soaked fingers into your pussy.

“N-need you b-both, a-ah, right here… Inside m-my pussy… p-please…” You all but beg; letting them watch you as you collect their drying cum on your skin and fuck it deeper into your own pussy as you finger yourself. “P-please! W-wanna feel you s-stretching my--my pussy out, mmnh, so good...”

Wonwoo lets out a whistle just as Jungkook scoffs - somehow knowing that this is exactly how things were going to pan out as he and Wonwoo take a second to tug their pants back up.

“I have a piercing room in the back. How about we take it back there, huh? I think we’re going to need more space for the things we’re gonna do to you, baby~”

You nod feverishly before trying to get up on your shaky legs - your inner thighs slicked with your wetness and their cum as Wonwoo walks behind you and grins at the way you’re glued to Jungkook’s back.

“Ah, think I can fuck her pussy first? I wanna teach her a thing or two about arranging, y’know? Give her a crash course.”

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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Chapter One

Summary: Reeling from his failed engagement a year later, Marcus had nearly given up hope on finding love again. A spur of the moment night at a local bar leads him to you and he is immediately entranced. However, you are also still healing from a bad relationship; can you and Marcus help heal each other?

A/N: Omg okay I'm so nervous posting this because I just don't know how people will respond and my writing is nowhere near as good as anyone else's on here but I've never been this excited about a fic I wrote so I'm going for it 🥲 be gentle pls lol also I'm horrible at summaries, that's taken from a future chapter but it pretty much sums up the feelings from both sides lol this is the only time I'll post it, but it'll be on the story masterlist.

Warnings: I just wanna say really quick that Reader is a victim of domestic abuse & she describes it later (the future chapter is an optional read) but it is indicated/mentioned throughout the story so I totally understand if you'd rather not continue reading to avoid it! Also for future reference I will put the 18+ warning now. Refer to masterlist for more warnings.

There's not really any warning for this chapter, a mention of a degree in the arts not being a practical one (it's only meant to be part of the stigma, it's not my actual opinion), mention of alcohol, a cop joke & mention of Teresa 🤢 lmk if I missed anything!

W/C: 3.9k

Side note: This fic has its own soundtrack, just a song or two in each chapter (give or take) so I will link the songs mentioned at the top if y'all would like to hear them.

I'm rambling so without further ado, please enjoy & I would love the feedback!

Songs mentioned:

(I recommend listening to this one ↑ first cuz I describe it starting at the 2nd chorus & it just might help with the visual)

Chapter Two

The Singer Masterlist

Letting out a deep, frustrated sigh, Marcus flipped the confidential file closed and threw it on his desk, rubbing his eyes until the kaleidoscope of different shapes and patterns appeared behind the darkness of his eyelids. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere closer to putting together the new evidence the department received today, no matter how much he stared at the paperwork. He figures it was time to call it a day and he decides he'll stop at his favorite bar on the way home, just a beer or two to help him relax.

"Hey Pike," his coworker, Anthony, said as he knocked on the open door twice with his index finger knuckle. "Today beat my ass and I could really use a drinking partner."

"You read my mind," Marcus replies, standing from his swivel chair and cracking his stiff back in the process before grabbing his suit jacket and leaving his office.

"There's this new-ish place, it's called Cecil's. Really easy going and laid back; they have an amazing live band and singer. I think you'd like it." Anthony explains in a convincing tone, hoping Marcus would say yes.

"A live band?" Marcus groans.

"What, you're not into it?" Anthony chuckles.

"Music in general, I don't really listen to anything anymore." Marcus brooded as he thought back on his failed engagement last year.

He had moved on from what happened, but it was a wound that left a scar on his heart, never to be forgotten. As a result, he learned to tune out melodies as he walked through the grocery store or mall and always kept his radio off in the car now for fear of catching a song that reminded him of Teresa, of the hurt she caused him.

"C'mon, I promise you'll like it!" Anthony persuades.

"Well...I've trusted your judgement so far, I don't think you'd let me down now. Let's go," Marcus gives in, mainly because he just really wants a beer and doesn't feel like arguing. He flashes a tired smile and walks behind Anthony, who grabs his own jacket from his desk before they both head out of the building.

They continue walking a few blocks down from the bureau when they reach what looks like a hole in the wall bar with a bright, marquee style sign above the entrance lit up with the name Cecil's. They walk in and hear the band playing a tune that Marcus immediately ignores out of habit. They greet the security guard and walk towards the bar top, all while Marcus takes in his new environment; a quaint little bar that has dimmed, recessed lighting and small, round tables, each one with an oil lantern as a centerpiece, creating only enough light for the couple sitting there. It seemed more of a romantic setting, confirmed by both young and elderly couples basking in the ambiance and giving one another flirtatious glances. Marcus thought to tease Anthony about it, grinning to himself as he thinks of a joke.

Marcus opens his mouth to speak when finally he hears you, your soft, yet powerful voice bursting through the walls in his ears. You're singing the song "Blue Bayou" by Linda Ronstadt, one of his favorites he used to have on rotation in his playlist. His breath catches in his throat as you belt out the chorus with ease. He stops walking, completely entranced by your voice and for the first time in a year, he lets the sweet melody dance against his ear drums. He begins to stare unapologetically, the spotlight shining bright on you and helping to isolate you in his mind.

After catching his attention with your voice, he takes note of your features and couldn't help as his eyes gazed upon you from head to toe. You were swaying in rhythm to the song, the long, boho style skirt flowing along with your movement. There's no doubt he would have thought you were attractive just in passing, but with a voice like that coming out of that body, Marcus knew he needed to know who you are. Anthony comes up next to him and nudges Marcus's arm, startling him out of his stupor.

"I told you she was great!" Anthony exclaims in Marcus's ear, careful not to be too loud to interrupt your singing. Marcus could only nod, never once taking his eyes off you; the longer he looked, the more he felt a familiar flame of desire burn within him.

He watches your eyes close as you get caught in the feel of the song, your face crinkle with passion during the louder notes and smooth out with a beautiful grin as you hit the softer ones, your voice adjusting perfectly to help the audience feel the emotion of the song as well. You clearly love singing and he could tell it wasn't just a hobby or paycheck for you. Marcus knew a lot about art on canvas, but you were art come to life, being painted right before his eyes. Since his whirlwind romance in Texas, he had never felt so inclined to know more about a person that wasn't involved in a crime he was trying to solve.

The small, slow break comes in the song and it gives you a chance to look around at the members sitting in the audience in front of you, some with their eyes on you and some with their eyes on their lovers. As you glance to the patrons sitting at the bar top, your heart skips a beat when your eyes lock on to a pair of soft, brown ones, belonging to a person you've never seen at the bar before.

He's staring at you with such an intensity and admiration you haven't felt in all the years you've been a singer. Your stomach flips and suddenly you feel very nervous and self conscious, something else you haven't felt since you started singing live. It doesn't help the fact that he's very handsome as well and from where you're standing, you can see scruff lining his jawline, matching the dark brown hair on his head.

His friend pats the intense man on the shoulder and he finally breaks his gaze from yours as he sits down in one of the stools, just in time for you to continue singing the last lines of the song. You close your eyes and hit the last high note a little shakier than usual, your nerves now rattled from the stranger, but you hold the vibrato steady until the last chords of the guitars are played. You lower the microphone, opening your eyes once again and smiling at the cheering and clapping crowd.

"Thank you, thank you," you tell the audience and as you wait for them to quiet down, you can't stop your curious eyes from flicking up to look at the man, goosebumps littering your arms when you see him staring intently at you once again, now with his jacket off and sleeves rolled up his forearms. He has a beer waiting for him on the counter, but his hands are busy clapping for you and his whole body is facing forward to give you his undivided attention. You look away quickly, trying not to stare and the clapping dies down.

"We've got one more song before we join the crowd," you smile as you speak softly and even toned. "We'll have some drinks and we'll have some fun. Thank you for being a wonderful audience tonight."

There's some light clapping once you finish talking and your band mates begin to play the intro to "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac. You glance up at the man again and you see his eyes perk up even more and he starts smiling widely. He must like this song, you think to yourself. Something inside you wants to impress him and show off, but the practical side of you starts singing like you've been practicing. You sing the lyrics in all the highs and lows of the song, occasionally stealing looks from the brown eyed man. You manage to make it all the way to the end without messing up and the audience cheers for you again.

"Thank you everyone, I hope you enjoyed the show tonight, you all have been great and we will see you next week," you say with a smile and the generic soundtrack picks up over the speakers, playing a mix of classic rock and instrumentals.

You place the microphone back on the stand and turn to face your band. You all praise and congratulate each other on another successful show. As the other half of your group walks off the stage, you're left with your closest friend from the band, Celina, as she slowly puts her guitar back in its case. She calls you over to her, wanting you to get close enough so she can whisper. You chuckle and step close inside her personal bubble.

"There's a guy at the bar who would not stop staring at you," she whispers, fiddling with her guitar case unnecessarily longer than usual to make it look like she's busy.

"I know, I saw him too. He's kinda cute," you giggle and Celina gives you her famous 'excuse me' face. "Okay, he's hot," you correct yourself and Celina nods erratically, agreeing with your statement.

"Should I go talk to him?" You ask and Celina's eyes dart from yours to beyond your shoulder.

"I think he beat you to it," she whispers, trying to contain her excitement.

Your heartbeat speeds up and you turn around to see the well dressed man walking onto the stage and towards you. Your skirt trails behind you as you walk forward and the motion catches Marcus's eyes as he looks down at your legs being outlined underneath the fabric. His eyes then trail up to your torso and catch on the strip of skin peeking out between the top of your skirt and underneath your white, knotted t-shirt.

"I'm sorry sir, only the band can be up here," you explain, closing the gap and preventing him from walking any further.

"Oh...I, uh-," his eyes move back up to yours and he stutters and freezes, unsure if he should turn around and leave or try to get you to let him stay, but you already had your own plans.

"I'm on the way to the bar now if you'd like to walk me," you smile and dial up the charm slightly, not wanting to come across too eager.

He smiles at you and you detect a dimple hiding beneath his patchy beard on his right cheek, but not the other. Damn, he's much more gorgeous up close. He lets you walk off the stage first and follows close behind as you weave through the tables, stopping to wait for you as you briefly say hello to people.

The breeze you create as you walk wafts into Marcus's face, a gentle, floral scent from your perfume mingling in his nostrils and he finds it irresistible as he feels a primal instinct build inside him, like a caveman finding his mate. An elderly woman stops you to start up a conversation and you turn to the man to apologize for the hold up, squeezing his arm softly as you do.

It makes Marcus's heart flutter and he blushes and feels his skin heat up at your touch. He looks down at your delicate fingers and painted nails, contrasting against his skin as they apply the lightest pressure on his bare forearm. He still can't take his eyes off you; you've already been so charming both on and off the stage and it only further intrigues him to get to know you.

"Hello Ms. Lidia, did you enjoy the show?" You ask the silver haired woman and her wrinkled eyes nearly shut close with how wide she smiles at you.

"Dear girl, in all my years I've never heard such passion come from such a beautiful young lady, you've got what it takes to blow all these other singers out of the water!" She says passionately as she grips your hand tightly.

"Oh my, I'm flattered, but there's no way I could make it to the big leagues. Besides, that would mean I wouldn't sing for you anymore and I'd miss you too much!" You tell her and before she can say anything else, you end the conversation, saying that you'll see her next week. You and the gorgeous man finally make it to the bar, the bartender walking over to you as you walk up.

"Hey Jim, can I get hot water with lemon and a vodka cran?" You reach down instinctively to grab your purse when you realize it's not on your body. "Oh shoot, I left my purse on the stage," you pat your hand on your forehead and giggle. "Just the water then."

"Please, allow me," the handsome stranger says and you look up at him, just now noticing the considerable height difference between you two. You smile warmly at him.

"Yeah, sure," you bite your bottom lip to keep your mouth from stretching into a wider smile than it already is as you watch him order a drink as well. "Thank you."

"Of course, it's the least I could do after that amazing performance," he smiles at you, once again showing off that ridiculously adorable dimple. Jim swiftly returns with your water and you begin to sip slowly, sitting down on the barstool and Marcus sits in the stool next to yours, his and your legs pointing to each other.

"Ah, you exaggerate," you wrinkle your nose and shake your head. "I wouldn't go that far."

"It's true though, and for what it's worth, I agree with Ms. Lidia back there. You've really got what it takes," his smile never leaves his face and you feel like your heart could just about fly away at this point.

Jim returns to place your drinks in front of you and the brown haired man pays him with a $20 bill, telling him to keep the change and Jim thanks him and walks away. You bring the glass to your mouth, instantly smelling the strong scent of vodka mixed with the cranberry and it tingles your nose.

"No, no... Thank you, but no," you smile back and chuckle awkwardly into your drink. Marcus tweaks his eyebrows slightly, confused at how you suddenly became very shy and demure when on stage you seemed so confident in your singing abilities.

"My name is Marcus Pike," he introduces himself and you hold your hand out to shake his, giving him your name as well. You feel a shock of electricity as your soft hand brushes against the skin of his slightly calloused one, his handshake firm, but gentle. It's like Cinderella's glass slipper, your hand fitting perfectly in his.

"So how long have you been singing?" He asks and takes a sip of his drink.

"Oh, I've always loved to sing since I was little," you beam as a memory pops into your head of a seven year old you singing to your audience of stuffed animals. "I kept it up throughout middle and high school, but once I got to college I had to focus on my schooling more."

"What did you go to school for?"

"I got my bachelor's in art history," you look at him and his eyes widen. "I know, you can't ever make a job out of anything in the arts." You shake your head as you feel the regret of your confession creep in, hoping he doesn't look down on you for not having a more practical degree.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," he laughs and it piques your curiosity. "I uh..." He pauses for a moment, leaving you in suspense. "I work for the government in the art department."

"What, really?" You ask, unable to hide the excitement in your voice. He grins at how interested you seem. Whenever he mentioned it to a girl he was on a date with they would think it was so boring.

"What do you do? Are you like a special agent? Can you even answer any of my questions?" The questions spill out of you faster than you can stop yourself.

"Well, I can't talk about certain things, but yes I'm an FBI agent. I lead a task force dealing in international art theft."

He explains past cases he's worked on as you rest your cheek in your hand, eyes gleaming with interest and his heart beats a little faster now. He finds himself reciting Romeo's monologue in his head. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.

"So like, if the Mona Lisa disappeared, you would try to find it?"

"Yeah, that might be something we'd have to do," he smiles.

"Wow, that's so cool!" You smile as you take another drink. A moment of silence passes and you realize he's now alone when you know he came with someone. "Wait, where'd your friend go?"

"Ah, he ditched me. His wife was waiting for him at home." He chuckles and you're starting to enjoy the prominent smile lines in his cheeks and the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he grins, wrinkles that don't have as much to do with age and are just a reflection of the happy life he must have lived so far.

"Oh," you giggle and he finds himself just as mesmerized in your soft laugh and the expression your face makes when you do.

"And you?" You start off nervously, knowing your transition to this question is anything but graceful and you stare at your glass in embarrassment. "Your wife wouldn't mind you hanging out with me at a bar?"

"I'm not married," he replies softly and you feel the blood rush to your face and ears.

"That's what they all say," you look back at him and give him a teasing look. Before your mind can stop you, you reach to grab his left hand, looking for a ring. You can see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, matching your own sentiments.

"Hey, you can check all you want, check my pockets for that matter," he flirts casually as he laughs, not pulling his hand away from your grasp. "I'm single."

You mouth an oh and smile as you place his hand back on his thigh, your fingers grazing the fabric of his pants as you pull away. Your head is whirling now with adrenaline and you decide to blame your boldness on the alcohol.

"Your husband wouldn't mind me buying you a drink, would he?" Marcus asks in the same tone as your initial question.

"No, he wouldn't," you tell him and his eyes dart to the side and back to you, confusion creeping on his face. "I'm divorced." You smile softly and try to push the thought of your ex husband out of your mind.

"Oh..." Marcus sighs in relief. "I've been there before," he shrugs at the thought of his other failed relationship. You frown slightly when you see his saddened expression, but before either of you can dwell on the mention of divorce, he speaks again.

"It's his loss," he smiles, now finding his own courage to flirt more openly.

You bite your lip nervously and his brown eyes stare into yours softly and full of kindness. Something about him gives you a gut feeling that he'll be different, that he'll treat you right should you continue pursuing a relationship with him, but the walls around your heart prevent you from looking too far into the future and you decide you're content with this moment you're in now.

"Hers too," you affirm. You both look away and take another sip of your drinks, the silence getting a little awkward as you struggle to find something to say.

"So, I've-" "Would you-"

"I'm sorr-" "You go ahe-"

You laugh together when you realize you both tried to start up a new conversation and both apologized at the same time.

"Please, you first," Marcus insists and you nod.

"I was just going to say that I've never seen you here before. What made you decide to come in?" You look at him with a puzzled look as you take another sip of your drink.

"Well, my friend — the one that ditched me —" he chuckles. "He suggested this place and said it was really good. I really just wanted to get a beer so I took his word for it."

"Ohh..." You say almost disappointingly and Marcus feels a pang in his chest as he senses he might have hurt your feelings just now. His words came out more truthfully than he meant, but it was too late to take them back. He scrambled in his mind, thinking of a quick apology.

"I was thinking maybe our Instagram page was starting to reach new people. I guess we should just stick to Facebook," you jest and Marcus feels the stress exit his body, glad you didn't take it the wrong way. Marcus chuckles, a slight relief hiding behind it.

"Well, I'll be sure to post some flyers up in the break room at the bureau. This place will be crawling with FBI agents before you know it."

"Maybe you should just keep it between you and your friend, we don't need the cop vibe in here. It's already bad enough with two of you," you joke and playfully nudge his elbow with yours.

"Hey!" He laughs and nudges you back. You both laugh until it fades into smiles and you turn to face him again.

"Where are you from, Marcus?"

"Originally I'm from Wisconsin, but I just moved here last year from Texas."

"Oh really? What part of Texas?"

"I lived and worked in Austin for a few years," he says as he swallows the last of his drink in one gulp, shoving the thought of his life in Texas to the furthest recess of his mind.

"Wow, I'm from Austin," you say excitedly and he looks into your eyes in shock. "My parents still live there. I moved out here last year too."

"What a coincidence," he smiles. Suddenly he doesn't hate Austin as much anymore. "I wonder if we ever passed each other and didn't know it."

"It's possible," you chuckle. You finish your drink as well and take a look at the watch on your left wrist. "Oh shoot, I need to get going," you frown genuinely. You truly don't want to end the conversation.

"Well, maybe I could get your number? And we can go out for coffee or something," Marcus asks and you hesitate as past words and insecurities flood into your mind. You want to say yes so badly, you want to get to know him and see where this goes, but your guarded heart stops you.

"Ask me again next Wednesday," you say as you stand from the stool. "Thanks for the drink."

You smile at him, taking in one last look of his features to hold you over and you leave his presence, walking back to the stage to grab your things. On your way to the front, you stop by a table where Celina is sitting and sipping lemonade, tapping her on the shoulder to let her know you're ready to leave.

Marcus sits there discombobulated. He watches you walk away and he wishes he could have left with your number, but he'll take all the time in the world, going at your pace, if it meant getting to know you. He smiles to himself as he stands up, grabbing his jacket and leaving the bar. He will definitely ask again next week.

Chapter Two

The Singer Masterlist

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