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mamasturn · 2 years

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dirty dancing pt 2

pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

warning: sensuality. might be a lil risqué. idk yet. 18+ warning just in case.

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"I cannot believe you danced with Elvis Presley!"

His name brought chills down her spine and a warmth between her legs. Images of his bold blue eyes and cheeky smile were stamped on her brain. His gentle touches were a juxtaposition to the lustful stares and inappropriate comments he whispered in her ear. It was a fever dream almost. No one she'd known had ever experienced such a thing with a white boy, let alone the most famous white boy in the world.

"Yeah, me either." She stared at the small note next to the rusted jewelry box on her dresser. It housed only one necklace, one ring, and one bracelet. Hand-me-downs from her great-grandmother whom acquired it from her father, the son of a rich southern man.

His scattered handwriting stared back at her tauntingly. Deep down, she desired to dial his phone number and engage in the hopeless romantic love she heard about in the movies. Ones where they talked until the sun came up with lazy smiles on their faces.

"Are you gonna call him?" Cynthia shrugged. She crossed dangerous territory dancing with him at the club the previous weekend. Hell, she could've gotten caught and punished severely for her actions. Elvis was bold to be in Club Handy, but getting sexual with a colored woman with no shame in his game, was even bolder.

"I might. I don' know, he's Elvis Presley! What could he find valuable in a colored girl?"

Her friend gave her a sad smile. "Everything."

He'd have her soft moans and gentle whimpers recorded on a record to play over and over again. He'd been with his share of women before, yes, but she was different. Aside from the obvious--a deep complexion, heart-shaped lips, coarse hair, and full hips--she challenged him. Held her where some women fell to their knees. She was attracted to him but she wouldn't let it cloud her judgement and that he admired.

Every night after a show, he ran to his bedroom and sat by the phone until sleep covered him like a blanket. And every night after every show, for four days in a row, he got no phone call. The feeling of rejection bubbled within him uncomfortably.

He presumed this night would be no different. He was the only one awake in the house, having gotten back around midnight. By the time he was showered and changed, sleep was the only thing on his mind. Then, the phone rang.

He jumped out of his skin at the sound and scrambled to pick up the phone. His rings clacked along the phone and he fisted the cord tightly.

“Hello?” he breathed out.

“Is Mr. Presley there?” Cynthia. She was nervous. Her voice shook like a leaf. Her tone was low, almost in a whisper like she was afraid she'd get caught.

"You called." He fought off the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips. "Thought you'd leave me hangin'."

A small laugh came from her. "I'm sure you had plenty of other company, Mr. Presley."

"I only want yours, baby."

Silence. He hoped he hadn't said the wrong thing. Suddenly, he took her silence for doubt. His heart raced and his palms began to sweat. Was she uninterested? If she called, that meant she wanting something to do with him, right? Or could she have called to tell him to never try to contact her again?

"Elvis." It was only the second time she used his first name, and boy, did it stir something in his loins. "I have never had a man be this i-i-what's the word? Infatuated with me before. Let alone a white man. Do you not understand how dangerous this is?"

"I do," he replied shortly.

"So, why do you keep pursuin' me, Mr. Presley? Both of us could get in some terrible trouble."

"There are some risks you have to be willin' to take, baby. I think this is one of them. Now, if you don't wanna live on the wild side, I suggest you tell me right now. I'll leave you alone if that's what you truly want. Not gon' force you to deal with me if you don' want me, sweetheart."

Silence.

"Where'd you learn how to dance like that, Mr. Presley? How we did in the club the other night." Cynthia asked in a low tone.

"From goin' to Club Handy with B.B.. Why, what's the matter? Think it's too vulgar, as the old folks like to say?"

"No," she giggled. "I was hopin' we could do it again sometime."

His breath hitched. Moments from the Club replayed in his mind. Her body pressed against his own, her plump lips massaging his own, her soft whimpers of his name as his hands gripped her backside in the small closet. Nothing felt better than her fingertips tugging at his dark roots.

"Can you meet me somewhere tonight?"

“Nice lil’ set up you have here.” Cynthia eyed the picnic blanket that was spread along a large patch of grass. She let him convince her to go to a secluded park on Beale Street not too far from the Club. One where if people were still out and about during the midnight hour, they wouldn’t be easily found. Not that the people on Beale cared anyway.

“Tried to make it somewhat comfortable,” he replied with a bashful look. “And private for your peace of mind.” Cynthia gave him a soft smile then took a seat beside him. She tucked her skirt underneath her knees and crossed them cutely. She was thankful for his car blocking their view from any possible pedestrians. She was also thankful he chose a black one instead of the bright pink cadillac he loved so much.

“Thank you,” she replied softly. “So, why’d you bring me out here?”

“I wanted to talk to you, is that so bad?” She gave him a blank look. “Look, Cyn, I ain’t never been with a woman like you before. You’re somethin’ different, interestin’, and I jus’ had to see you again.”

Cynthia twisted her lips. Of course he’d never been with a woman like her before. She was Black and he was white. It was a crime for them to be seen together, especially in a romantic setting. And of course, he’d never been with a woman who didn’t drop to her knees in his presence. And as much as she wanted to, she knew better.

“It is worth only seein’ me at night?” she questioned softly. He tilted his head to the side and inched closer to her. A gentle hand upon her thigh. “Is your curiosity worth not havin’ the typical romance you had with other ladies? Is it worth it, Elvis?”

He smiled softly. “If you’re askin’ me if you’re worth it, then I’d like to say yes. If you wan’ somethin’, you’ll work hard to get it. Pray to God you got sense enough to keep it.”

The wheels turned in her head. He could see it. The hesitation. The thoughts of the future. The fear of what would happen if things went wrong. He understood—hell, he could get in serious trouble too. Not as badly as her, but they could throw him in jail for loving on a Black woman in such a time. But if it meant just a few moments with her, then that’d be just fine.

“I-“ he cleared his throat. “I got a tune for ya.” He prepared to stand to his feet to mess with the radio inside of his car. A slow tune came on—I Only Have Eyes for You. She smiled softly. A classic in her house.

The moon may be high…

He crouched down to take her hand in his but was halted by a quick kiss upon his lips. His baby blues landed on her bashful face.

Cynthia sat on her knees, twiddling with her fingers. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and her eyes looked everywhere but him. She wanted to do it, but suddenly felt nervous now that she’d done it. Especially, after all the negative thoughts that were in her head about the situation. Could he blame her for it, though?

But, I can’t see a thing in the sky…

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without as—“He silenced her with a kiss. He moved close to her body, laying her back against the picnic blanket. His hands trailed up her exposed calf and around her thigh to spread them. She took the initiative to hike her dress up just slightly, so he’d have room to slot his body between her legs.

I only have eyes for you…

She was grateful for the night as a curtain and the song on the radio to disguise them. She’d been damned if someone saw her laying on her back, a moaning mess for a man she hardly knew. Her mother would be so disappointed. But in the moment, her mother be damned. Her focus was his lips on her collarbone and his hands underneath her skirt.

Cynthia’s breaths were heavy as he continued to touch her. There was an aching that she was desperate for him to satisfy, yet she was unsure how to go about it. She lowered her eyes and found him staring at her. A small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“What’s wrong, mama?“

That nickname pulled a whimper from her throat. “I—I want,” she stammered, embarrassed by the request that she so desperately needed to be obliged. His teasing hands wandered further up her leg, the junction between her hip and thigh. Fingertips ghosted over her cotton panties and she jumped. “Touch me, please.”

Ding, ding, ding! There it was. He smiled mischievously and placed a chaste kiss upon her mouth before lowering himself down her body. His left hand clutched the skirt of her dress and he pulled it over his head. Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

“What are you—oh, goodness.”

She’d never been touched in such a way. She’d tried to please herself before, but it was an uncomfortable feeling. But what she was experiencing with him, was electrifying. With every swipe of his tongue against her sensitivity and with every dip of his finger inside her honeypot, she was electrified.

Her songs of pleasure fell upon his accepting ears. He loved how she sounded. Like a sweet angel singing his praises. Through heavy eyelids, he admired her condition. Perspiration gathering at her temple, sighs falling from her lips, hands carding through his raven hair. Ravishing. He hummed against her and her legs shook.

Cynthia chanted his name like a mantra and it sent him over the edge. He pulled away from her and crawled up her figure, her body shaking from such a new experience. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down, his pace staying the same. She moaned gently at the pressure from his hips against her sensitivity.

“You alright, baby?” he murmured into her neck. Cynthia nodded and grabbed his face in her hands, exchanging a sloppy kiss. She smiled at the newfound taste.

“I’m alright.”

“How’s that for dirty dancin’?” A goofy smile played on her lips to which Cynthia responded with a giggle. She brushed fallen pieces of his hair away from his eyes and smiled.

“Perfect.”

#black authors #austin butler x reader #just a little something #austin butler #austin butler x black reader #austin butler x black!reader #austin butler fic #austin!elvis x reader #elvis movie #elvis x reader

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erajoie07 · 1 year

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"I can take care of my wife's satisfaction, brother: Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction x OC (SMUT)

Aegon taunts Margueritte through her most private life with Aemond that irritated her. When she attended a dinner party with the Team Green, Aegon only begs to be put down to his place, and Aemond caught his words and embarrassed him in front of their family.

Warning: jealousy, mature words and scenes, triggering actions

This fanfiction was based on TikTok video of an fan of HOTD, and after a day when I tried to rewatch it, I was like yeah let's write this. The TikTok content creator's account is @scarlettgracee_ then find the dinner scene.

Writer's note: When I finished this, I was not satisfied, so I had to reasdure myself to push through and fix it in the editing process, thus it ended with this. Hope you enjoy❤️ thank you

Word count: 1.9k

Margueritte thinks that her husband's brother, Aegon lives a miserable life: fucking most of the servants he could find, an arrogant man, and a man unfit to rule as king. Even though Aegon's flirty antics and his outrageous attitude and personality to rule outweighs his duty reaches her, there is a tiny part of Margueritte that feels sorry for him and the thought of strangling him felt awfully bad.

Margueritte settles under the weirwood tree in Godswood, on its trunk below with several signatures binded with a string. She indulges in the tranquility of the area and the blood leaves that fall. Margueritte thinks what she can do, eitger draw or write, even that bothers her.

“Tedious hands roam on the shape of her body, feeling the delicateness of her skin. He laughs maniacally. He tangles his fingers on the strands of her ink hair. He slides them to the tips that cross the middle of her back.” She recites the wordings from her mind, clearly imagining Aemond, while she writes it on paper. She sighs deep. Manic eyes watch her without being noticed. He heard her delicately voice those what he thought helpless words of want. Aegon approaches, “I didn't know your life with my brother was that hard, pouring your frustrations into letters on paper.” Aegon hisses after, playing with fire. “I can only imagine how unsatisfied you are every night.”

Margueritte scowls at him then shouts at him to leave her. Aegon approaches her with his hands behind him, Margueritte stands and takes a step back.

“Aemond is not here at the moment and if he persists, his memory of you will be black and his duty towards you will disappear.” Aegon eyes her from her head, resting his eyes on the round and plumpness of her breasts which the dress could not conceal but reveal. “And you'll be miserable once more, just eyeing him again from a distance.”

Margueritte abruptly stands, she is fuming with anger and she holds it back to avoid a scandal. She has to be a martyr here, but once she wants to feel the satisfaction to hurt him a little and give some sense to his head. Margueritte withdraws her hand and slaps Aegon on the cheek. “Yes, Aegon, you're miserable but you don't have to pour it on me or anyone else. You are insufferable!” She takes her leave after, leaving her standing there.

The dark has reached the night and lanterns are lit around the Red Keep and King's Landing. Aegon is the last one to enter the dining hall as he trudges wearily in the hallway towards the hall; he meets a figure also nearing the hall. He recognizes it to be Margueritte because of the black mane that falls to the middle of her back, only governed with a golden clip that clips two sections of her hair in front twisting each other in the back. On the front, Margueritte knows someone is behind her and little expects it to be Aegon because of his lack of time management due to his habits clinged to her. Margueritte reaches the dining hall first and she meets Alicent, Otto, and Helaena and her children. Alicent and Otto seem to be preoccupied with something that they didn't notice. She sits on the other side of the table. It is only the whispers in a dimly lit room that is heard, whispers she can somehow discern what it is about because she swears she heard her name. Helaena occupies herself with her children, while Margueritte is out there bored and restless. She wishes she could skip dinner but given her tendencies to feel hungry in the late of the night, she attends anyway. From the hem of her tight sleeve, she removes a folded piece of paper that is choking on her wrist and carefully opens it to occupy herself. The chalk she kept inside the paper has smudged the center of the paper and she groans silently.

“Is Aegon not here yet?” Alicent questions, annoyed at the fact that her eldest is still not present and their hunger continues to churn their stomachs. In timing, Aegon enters the hall, then walks to the top seat, adjacent Margueritte.

“Does it ever occur to you for once that there are people who are being patient for you and that the fullness of their patience may run thin as mine?” Alicent berates and she grows more annoyed that he does not reply so she lets him simply toy with his wine goblet. Helaena fiddles with her fingers, mumbling something to herself.

“When you'll be king, are you going to let your subjects wait on you to defend while their necks are strangled and choked to death by Rhaenyra?”

“This is the dining hall, mother, you can scold me wherever you please, but here.”

Margueritte raises her eyelids in disbelief. The maids set the table after they think the argument has reached its limit. The food has gone cold as death and Alicent would like it warm once, but she settles with it. Margueritte folds the paper and chalk back into her sleeve and starts to eat.

The clanging and scraping of cutlery fills the room. It is a silent dinner, there are times when Margueritte is in the hall, there is a boisterous laughter, just them, with Viserys gone to bed and Aegon still tucked asleep in his chambers. It is in those moments they share wherein they feel and grow close as a family. Tonight is different.

Margueritte feels the hem of her dress being raised and a rough pointy object that does not pierce climbs up her leg. She hides them under her chair and continues on eating. Aegon catches her and pulls his seat further front. He no longer pays attention to the food but to the wine goblet the plumpness of her breasts that bears too big for her dress that some of its flesh sticks out. Margueritte is a minute away from stabbing him with a fork.

In a sudden change, Aemond enters the dining hall and steals a glance of you, but you are occupied with Aegon. Aemond clears his throat and you turn to the interruption of him looking at you, anger hiding in his eyes. Aemond greets his mother and grandsire. He takes his seat opposite Aegon. Aegon pushes his seat behind then switches to a seat beside Margueritte. Alicent watches him, again annoys her, despite the scolding earlier, it just goes from one ear to the other, just like every day.

Aemond, he steals glances, every now and then at Margueritte. Helaena seems to be content, but she mumbles something upon grasping the way Aegon looked at Margueritte for a second. Margueritte tries to give attention to Aemond and she meets his fuming eyes at Aegon. The latter scoots closer towards Marguerrite, a proximity she agitates with.

“I saw you walk alone to the dining hall earlier.” Aegon starts,

She hears him but she does not listen, minding her own business.

“I could have walked with you but that sting's still here.” He points to his left cheek.

The other three keep up with them both.

“However, I am merciful enough to think it was brought about by the lack of touch my brother gives to you, hence earlier. I forgive you.”

A maid comes to pour more wine, Aegon nears his goblet to the maid, and steals a glance at the poor one. The audacity of Aegon and his desires that renders him unfit in his station. When she thinks his antics are done, he moves closer. Aemond stops.

“I-uh- regret the disappointment you seem to suffer, but if you wish to know what it is to be well-satisfied, all you have to do is ask—”

Aemond pushes his chair behind then slams the goblet on the wooden table, starting and shaking the table and the occupants. Alicent stops and palms her face in disappointment, the grandsire also stops.

“I can take care of my wife's satisfaction brother.”

Aegons quiets down, embarrassed. Margueritte can see Alicent smudge her smile, seeming to be content with Aemond putting Aegon in his place.

“Don't taunt the dragon.” Helaena whispers to herself.

After the rather pleasant dinner, Margueritte returns to her chambers, who does not expect a visitor sitting in front of the hearth.

“Aemond, my dear,” she recognizes that cross-legged man sitting with his hands on the arm's edges. She goes behind the chair and binds her hands on his chest, before she gives a kiss on his cheek. Then she proceeds to walk in front of him and straddle him. If the situation earlier at the dining hall did not suffice, then she taunts him by rubbing her clothed cunt on his thighs, seeming to get herself wet. Somehow, Margueritte notices the jealousy evident on his face that he hides from her. Even a man like him so different and viperous from the rest needs some thigh rubbing.

“What else did he say to you?” A hint of possessiveness begins to envelop him.

“Nothing that will make you change your demeanor towards him.” She traces the scar of his left eye. He harshly grips and tugs it.

“But I am your husband, dear wife, I deserve to know what goes on about you.” His eye buries itself onto hers.

“Tell me, what happened earlier and why was he bothering when he has his own wife and whores.”

The thing that his mother, Alicent fears is how Aemond may bend his demeanor towards Margueritte and replace his plans. She forbids that but how can he not when he is on his knees lapping the deliciousness that Margueritte's cunt offers.

Aemond buries his head further in Margueritte's thighs licking and sucking her reddening clitoris. She squirms as he explores her cunt with his tongue. Aemond's becoming drunk on her cunt that the more Margueritte pulls his head away from her thighs, lies at her side, or buckles her pelvis to his face, Aemonds just keeps putting her back at her place. This is a different side of Aemond, but she indulges in it.

The next thing she knows, Aemond frees his cock from his trousers, the tip leaks and the shaft hard. He pulls her legs and places them to her side. When he inserts it to her wet cunt, she breaks down as she always did when Aemond seals her cunt with his cock. His cock reaches to its hilt and her mouth opens wider with pleasure as she slowly cranes her neck up due to his cock. She feels full and overwhelmed. When he starts to pound, she releases a string of profanities and holds onto his arms holding her thighs down. “Your cunt will be the death of me, love.” Aemond grabs her thighs and wraps them to his waist as he props his hands to her either side and pounds into cunt harder. “My prince, not too hard, please,” she pleads

But Aemond likely continues.

“Who do you belong to, my dear wife?”

She does not speak but her mouth is open, built from pleasure.

Aemond grabs her legs and places them back to her sides as he raises himself so he could pound his cock directly to where it should. Margueritte moans helplessly and she feels the coil untangling.

“You, you alone, please, I'm coming!”

Then she milks his cock with her cum. Aemond bottoms out after.

He pulls out his soft cock and lies beside her. She feels satiated and full, his words at the dining hall were not empty words, he never says things he cannot do. When Aemond looks at her, he sees her panting and zoning out. He smiles knowing he was not wrong.

#aemond x oc #aemond fic #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond fanfiction #aemond fandom #hotd #prince aemond

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pyreneese · 2 years

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Day 4- Free day/ AU/ Crossover/OC day

Rated: T

Pairing: None

@wammyweek

This idea/AU was inspired by a fan art I saw on Tumblr. But for the life of me, I can’t remember the artist T-T. It was an AU where L was younger than A and B and they were hanging out and it was a sibling dynamic. I think in the image, they were dancing. Gah. Let me know if anyone knows it!

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L yelped, fingers digging into the carseat’s cushion.

“I’m going to die,” he murmured, pale face practically ghostly now.

“That’s why you’ve got to live a little!” B whooped.

B came to a screeching halt, the harsh momentum throwing A and L forward. L clutched the seatbelt with white knuckles, grateful for the protection. A groaned, hands out and grasping the dashboard, as if confirming it was real and they were all, in fact, alive. His eyes snapped in B’s direction, lips pursed.

“Baby in the back!” He reminded pointedly.

L rolled his eyes.

“I’m twelve,” he defended, his cheeks heating as he pulled himself out of the car.

B chuckled softly, hopping out of the car.

“Yeah, Aiden. Kid’s a genius, remember?”

He lightly ruffled L’s already chaotic hair. As embarrassing as the action was, something almost pleasant twisted in L’s chest. Still. Just to keep his cool factor, he shoved off B’s hand. B seemed unbothered as he made his way to the fenced off area. It was an old, abandoned asylum. Windows had been smashed in and boarded up, graffiti decorating practically every inch of decades-old brick walls. Why the teens wanted to explore a decrepit building was beyond L, but between helping Wammy babysit Near and Mello or following the other sixteen year old boys, it wasn’t really a competition.

They stepped over debris and L had to cover his face against the ancient, moldy smells around him. The old building was dark, allowing L’s imagination to run wild.

There was a skittering next to him and he couldn’t but jump, grey eyes going wide.

“Did you hear that?”

A’s face went sympathetic.

“Hey, we can leave if you want t-”

“It was The Burned Man!” B cut in. He put on a spooky voice, shining his flashlight directly at L’s face. L squinted in annoyance. “He was a crazy psychopath, jealous of his genius brother. So in order to get his attention... he went on a killing spree! Dismembering his victims and leaving clues for their twisted game! The final play... to burn himself to death and forever stump his brother!”

“Jesus, Beyond!” A smacked him with the flashlight.

“Ow! What?!”

L shivered at the story, trying to ignore the hairs that rose on the back of his neck. Now every little creak and groan felt like a threat, lurking just out of his vision. He quietly followed after them, tuning out whatever argument they were in the middle of. The tension had just managed to leak out of L’s shoulders when a door slammed from somewhere.

He gasped and froze, accidentally dropping the flashlight. The boom reminded him of the gun that killed his parents a few years earlier, rooting him to the spot.

“Fuck! That’s our cue!” B yelled, already taking off for the exit.

“L! L, come on!”

He couldn’t move, fallen flashlight shining on the nearest door and listening to pounding footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. He couldn’t even tell if the footsteps were from B or something else. Am I going to die?

“Scoop!” A declared, wrapping his arms around L.

L yelped as his feet left the ground. He’d always been shockingly light for his age, allowing him to be easily carried. The older boy held him closely, and L was almost ashamed to say the grip was... comforting. Brotherly, in a way. A and B ran, racing out of the building and back towards the car. L craned his neck, but he didn’t see anyone chasing them. He gently patted A’s arm, indicating the boy could put him down now.

Throwing themselves into the car, B gripped the steering wheel and let out a delirious laugh.

“Holy shit! That was awesome!”

Despite the situation, L gave a small chuckle of his own, automatically pulling his knees up to his chest.

“That was... exhilarating,” he admitted softly.

A massaged his temple, but L could tell he was laughing too. Maybe more so from relief that they were safe again.

“I swear, I have to keep you two apart.”

B glanced at L in the rearview.

“What? Us apart? We’re the three smartest kids in that whole orphanage.”

L hid his smile into his knees.

“Who wants ice cream?” B asked, pulling away from the building.

Oh, yeah. L definitely wanted ice cream. But he didn’t voice it. Thankfully, he didn’t need to when A raised an eager hand.

#death note #Wammy Week 2022 #L death note #beyond birthday #A death note

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approximately20blorbos · 2 years

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who are the specialists of ur homemade blorbos?

!!!! thank you for the ask friend :)

I think instead of lying to myself to try and convince myself that I totally don't have favorites, I'm gonna have to say that the main family group in SATT are probably my favorites lol. I just think about them much more often than the rest, and they're usually the four I default to when asked universal/generalized oc questions. So that's Immor, Regaya, Immerlias, and Aryaea :)

Aryaea's the og of those four and I think my second ever proper oc? she is an aro-ace, very short half-elf, and also the lovely lady flipping off the camera in my pfp. she's a hardcore introvert with social anxiety and a maladaptive daydreaming problem, but she's also competitive af and has an impressively short temper, so she can kind of just be chillin in the background and then suddenly explode on people. she's also got some self-image issues that she's gonna need to unpack in SATT I think. all that being said, she's also undyingly loyal to the people she manages to form a bond with, and she has a very ingrained sense of justice and honor. I think she'd be pretty punk in a modern day setting and I think she would enjoy DMing dnd campaigns :)

Immerlias is a character I dreamed up very shortly after Aryaea, like about thirty seconds after I first thought of her, because they are (not biologically) twins! Immerlias is a very tall and spindly twink of an elf and in many ways is Aryaea's opposite. While she's aggressive and athletic and a pessimist, he's a pacifist and a giant nerd/artist and an optimist to a fault. he's got fantasy adhd and autism, and he's aro-ace and agender, though he still identifies as cis too. still though, he plays very fast and loose with expression, and given that he's got very naturally androgynous features, he does get mistaken for a woman pretty often. he thinks its funny. he encourages it. he will purposely fool people and then laugh. Immerlias, while being a golden retriever of a man, is in fact capable of being an asshole in many ways, and this is one of them /lh

Immor is their dad. He is a great dad but he is not without his faults. He's not great at communication in general and I think a lot of the ways he shows love (quietly, through his actions, but without words) tend to not really be picked up upon easily by Immerlias in particular, and throw in some other miscommunications, Immerlias's general naivety and tomfoolery, and Immor being a fair bit overprotective, plus worldviews that are ultimately pretty opposed to each other (on a surface level, at least) and you kind of end up with a father-son relationship that is more than a bit strained. but anyway. Immor's a generally quiet, actions-oriented man who is wise beyond his years but has a lot of trauma from fighting in a war (and being a prisoner in it) and a lot of trouble being vulnerable even about the littlest things. He doesn't want to burden the people he loves with his own heavy shit and he's very protective of his friends and family in general. (And when I say he's not vulnerable over the littlest things, I mean it. He very barely emotes and speaks nearly in a monotone. He doesn't like his thoughts and feelings on display.) Also, I want to note that he wears sweaters constantly, even in the summer, because he's kind of covered in scars and he does NOT want people knowing/seeing that. he is not about other people's pity

and then there is Regaya, who is the twins' mother and Immor's wife. she's bi! and has a lot of trauma. I do not want to go into her trauma. that would require so many trigger warnings and a lot more time to ramble. but she is a highly independent woman (her name literally means agency) and she has the equivalent of a doctorate in the biological applications of chemistry and alchemy. she makes potions in her lab in the basement for a living, and actually invented a means of keeping perishable food fresh for much longer periods of time than simply chilling them. (she did that as a present for Immor, btw—his favorite food is blueberries, but his birthday is in the dead of winter, so she found a way to keep a bowl of them fresh until then and surprised him with it. now the technology is being used to keep food fresh both through the winter and over long trade routes.) but on top of being a brilliant scientist girlboss she's also an excellent mother and enjoys the flowers in her garden. she has enough dresses that flare out when she spins to wear multiple in one day. and she keeps her lab notes in sparkly, color-coded pen and the walls of the lab are pink. also she's enchanted almost all of her tools to appear to be made out of rose gold. she is truly living her best life

that turned into more of a ramble than I thought it would! thank you for asking about the ocs :)

#this is almost an intro post but maybe a little too rambly to really be one #I'll do a real one later or something lol #wherearetheplants #ask #my ocs #oc: immor #oc: immerlias #oc: aryaea #oc: regaya

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santajp · 1 year

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Hey random question!! I've been following your blog, and really have been liking your photography! How did you get so good? Like, I know part of photography is right place and time, but you just make everything look beautiful?? Honestly excited to see more! Please keep takin pictures! Also, did you know there's another name for a portrait photo? When the subject is you, it's called beauty! No matter the angle or lighting.

Awww! Thanks for liking the photos and shooting a question! X3

As for how I got so good, I was far from born with anything. I had to learn all this stuff, but I'd say a big thing that helped me wanna learn more was a photographer who was way older than me and much more experienced giving me a personal moment to see him in action. Now I personally had already done photography with my phone and had only recently gotten a bigger camera (*a phone is a fine starting point since many basic ideas of a good photo are the same no matter what you use), but a quote that will always stick with me was, "You are smarter than the camera." In a basic sense, he meant to stop using all the automatic features and really get to know the ins and outs of the tool you used, but in a grander sense, it made me finally get what taking a photo was, less of the camera doing it for me and more of me trying to capture the world in my own way and through things I cared about.

From there I learned how to change the lighting and posing of my photos alongside what made a photo stand out and be pretty, by school classes and many, many photos that were not good enough. Much of my subjects for photos were things I found pretty anyway, which made the job change to capturing that. I wanted to pose my toy bear in funny situations, bring my camera on any nature walk I could take, snap shots of any city, and try to capture anything I found value in. I've ran outside when many others were simply doing their usual lives, myself going crazy in a parking lot over how great the sky looked after my last class, almost baffled at how you could just not look at it, or taken walks for no other reason than to get more photos. I have pictures of my friends, even if I don't speak much to them anymore, family I rarely see, pets I have lost, and so many things from all the places I've been to. ( All of these photos are saved in multiple places by the way! Be safe with your backups! >:] )

So, to answer your question in a long and sappy way, the main way I got good was through others and by simply living with my camera by my side. There are most certainly technical things, and you must practice, but that finding of meaning is the biggest aspect of doing any kind of art I've found.

I can draw, but only if I've seen others that inspire or a world which gives the process of doing so meaning. I can learn more along the way of drawing my OCs a million times too!

I can play a song, but only if the notes make me hear a depth that can simply be to please the ears or make me dance or laugh. I'm not a Vylet Pony level artist, but I sure as hell am not gonna stop learning music from a lack of current skill beacuse I have too many songs I love that make me wanna make one too.

And I can write, but only if what I'm writing gives me the motivation to put my thoughts into words, gives me the want to make more for myself rather than force my mind to for a grade. Then I also can only write seeing how others put their thoughts into words, how they give out their own feelings through these weird mixings of letters. Like this whole ass post for example (lol), I write when I care about what I'm trying to say and getting it out to others from my weird brain.

For any kind of art, the thing that stands out is love and passion. There are so many ways to show and do it, no matter what anyone says, but if you love the art, I trust you'll be fine. Furthermore, live a little! Use your life in what you create, and if one thing doesn't work out, switch gears and keep on running! I doubted my photos many times, and I still do way too much, but whenever that happens, I just keep living until I see a flower that is too good to miss, and then I am back on the horse by leaning down with my camera ready. Is it being stubborn? Oh absolutely, but is it how I got this far? Yes, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Lastly, your portrait photo definition is a tad bit off. Though I like the spirit, and it is absolutely right. Just remember it has two definitions rather than only one, but don't worry. All you need to do for the second one is change that 'you' to a 'me', beacuse acting as if you aren't beautiful is lying to the world.

#vent #personal

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, oc x reader warnings: nosy neighbors, mutual pining, fake dating about: request "You stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that we’re dating to show them” a/n: you have no idea how much fun it was to write this. if you want a part two… i wil one hundred thousand percent give it to you. now. a confession, i wrote this and finished it like two days after you requested but got caught up with a bunch of requests and didn’t get the chance to edit. i hope you enjoy!!

the keys in your grasp jingle and clink against each other when you move to quickly lock your door, even through your attempts to keep the noise down. you cringe when the bronze key, settled between two others on both sides, clangs loudly against the metal of your doorknob. quickly wrapping your fingers around all of the keys while your other hand is pressed against the wood of your door, you hold your breath and shut your eyes as if it mutes the noise.

when you hear nothing, you sigh softly, letting the shoulders you hadn’t even realized had tensed drop down, clicking your lock closed. you move to pick up your bag, sure you’re safe when the door across from you suddenly opens, light spilling out along with the woman living in the apartment, nestled in a deep purple robe that she tugs against her form, hair parted as if she was in the middle of doing it.

“y/n!” she exclaims, eyebrows raising in surprise as she crosses her arms over each other, “where are you sneaking off to so early in the morning?”

you give her a tight smile, grip tightening around the straps of your bag. “i-”

miss sellack gasps before you can continue, a dramatic hand coming up to her lips, “have you finally gotten a boyfriend? i told gertie upstairs you could do it. she’s always saying how lonely you are and i can’t say i disagree, but i knew you could do it. no matter what anyone says.”

you force a dry laugh from your throat, nodding stiffly at her words, clearly dipped in condescension from the little smirk playing on her lips and the other quips she’d thrown at you when she saw you around the building. annoying little sad smiles when she’d spy you alone—which was most, if not all of the time—while she was always with her partner. sad pats on the shoulder and patronizing whispers of “it’ll be okay” or “there’s someone out there for you, too.” basically a pathetically thinly-veiled “you’re alone and will probably die alone, and i will never stop reminding you of it.”

“not exactly,” you tell her, “but thanks, i guess.”

she pauses and pouts for you, solemnly shaking her head, “you’ll find him,” she says, "someday."

you hum tensely, “right. have a nice day.”

“i don’t know why you don’t just ignore her or move out. you know you have a room here at the compound, and stark is all too happy to get you a better apartment in a better neighborhood with nicer neighbors,” natasha replies in response to the recount of your morning, stirring her tea with a short green stick.

“she makes good cookies!” you defend, your words the complete truth; sellack made amazing cookies, and you’d take her deprecating actions for the large can of the cookies she gave you every few months—however, it didn’t mean you had to like it. “and bad neighbors are everywhere,” you point out. “besides, i like not depending on tony that much. i feel like he’d kick me out or something if i made him mad enough, it’s just like i’d have to pay a debt if i lived on him. it makes me feel a little more… normal, too.”

“like you’re not an ex-assassin newly reformed avenger?” natasha asks.

“like i’m not an ex-assassin newly reformed avenger,” you confirm. “just someone with no special skills and an annoying neighbor that won’t shut up about the fact that i’m single and pointing it out a little bit snobbier each time.”

"the epitome of normal if i've ever heard it," natasha grins.

you laugh. "exactly."

"besides," natasha starts, "you know she's wrong. if you were to, you already know that the minute you start to look, there'll be a line forming out your door. all the recruits are already head over heels for you, never mind barnes."

blushing, you shake your head, “you’re not still with that, are you?”

“i only speak the truth,” your friend shrugs, taking a sip of her drink. her eyes trace over your face before looking at something over your shoulder. “speak of the devil,” she smiles.

two hands, one warm and one cold but both soft, fall on each of your shoulders, fingertips beginning to gently dig into your skin in a sort of pre-massage. you can’t hold back the smile that graces your lips, tilting your chin up to meet bucky’s eyes over you, “hello.”

“hey,” he grins, “‘wanted to remind you that movie night is at yours tonight.”

you raise a brow, “is it now?”

bucky nods, “we are tired of tony being so loud, we can’t hear the movie, and steve’s already hosted, meaning we’ll be heading to your lovely neighborhood and trying to squeeze into your living room.”

you laugh, “alright. but one of you will have to watch the television from the bed in my room because you guys take up much more space than my apartment was made for.”

“‘s alright, i guess some of us will just have to squeeze in there,” bucky winks, making you chuckle.

“just try to not leave at three this time, my neighbor insisted i was in some sort of cult last time.”

“promise, doll,” bucky swears, “i will not leave your apartment at three in the morning.”

“you know, this is not what i meant by don’t be out of here at three,” you snort, making a bed on your couch as bucky helps you clean up around the apartment, the others having been gone by twelve. bucky throws away a beer with a clang in the garbage can, turning to look at you with a small smirk.

“well, you didn’t specify,” bucky shrugs, sweeping away bits of chips and candy from your table and into your trash can, getting serious once he straightens up, “but i can go home right now if you mind, really.”

you shake your head, patting a pillow you placed on the armrest, “it’s really no problem. i feel safer with you here anyway.”

bucky tilts his head at you, “you say that as if you couldn’t handle yourself.”

“never hurts to have a huge super-soldier on your couch, though, does it?” you query, eyeing the ensemble you’d put together with proud hands on your hips before looking to find bucky, groaning quietly when you see him cleaning your kitchen. “bucky,” you whine, “you don’t have to clean. i’m the regrettable hostess or whatever.”

laughing, bucky sets down your bin, “and i was raised right by my ma. i would’ve mopped by now if i knew where the mop was.”

“there is,” you begin, raising an index finger, “no need for that. you’ve already done more than enough, you should go to sleep. mop tomorrow.”

“yes ma’am,” bucky salutes, picking up and throwing away a couple more things before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

you grab some soda cans and other packages from the table in the middle of your living room to throw them away so as to make bucky’s space seem nicer, going to the couch again to pat the fluffy blanket you’ve piled atop other soft covers since you know how much bucky likes the feeling of them and fluffing a pillow.

“you know i don’t really get cold, right?” bucky asks when he comes out of your bathroom, spotting all of the blankets and furrowing his eyebrows.

rolling your eyes, you fix one of the ends of the fluffy one, “doesn’t matter.” you look up to see bucky in loose sweatpants and an old shirt, biting your lip when you turn to your couch, obviously too small for the man waiting to sleep in it. “‘you sure you don’t want the bed? i know you already said that you wouldn’t because of chivalry, but it might be more comfortable and half of your body won’t be falling off.”

bucky shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips, “nope. i’m good on the couch, i promise, doll.”

jutting your bottom lip out, you sigh before nodding begrudgingly, “alright then, but if you change your mind, just let me know, okay?”

bucky hums although he knows he’s definitely not going to do that, even if only half of him could fit on the couch. you send him a look because you know that, but the yawn that slips past your lips doesn’t let you argue much. “i’ll be fine, go.” he says kindly.

“goodnight, then,” you tell him, pecking his cheek like you usually do as a goodbye.

it’s late in the morning when he leaves. he wakes up earlier than you, trying his best to be quiet in order to slip out without you noticing, but he’s so used to being comfortable around you, making as much noise as he pleases, even with his spy training, your own experience and squeaky floorboards combined with his weight are too great even for him. you smack his arm when you realize what he’s trying to do, convincing him to eat something for breakfast before he goes back to the compound. he’s pleasantly surprised when you serve chocolate chip pancakes and two eggs, making extra just in case it isn’t enough to soothe his super-soldier hunger.

you say goodbye to him at the door, kissing his cheek again and barely noticing the creak of the boards in the apartment across from you.

“i’ll see you later!” you tell bucky when he leaves, giving you a small wave. turning to go back inside your apartment, the sound of a door opening stops you, and you squeeze your eyes shut when you realize you forgot to tell bucky to be quiet, although it wouldn’t have done much.

“y/n!” miss sellack exclaims dramatically, poking her head through the door frame in the direction through which bucky left, bringing her hand to her chest, “that man was so attractive. i imagine he’s just a friend, do you think he could be a good match for my simone?”

you’re ready for the dating accusations, but her real reply is more surprising—and offending—than you thought it would. you tilt your head at her without meaning to, choking out a laugh, “no. no, he’s actually my boyfriend,” you lie, the fact you’re doing it not processing until the words are out. fuck.

“is he?” sellack wonders, eyes wide and lips parted in a way that makes the offense sink deeper into your chest. ouch. “well then. i never thought—how surprising.”

“why?” you force out, genuine in your question because you knew how she was, but you didn’t assume she would look this taken aback when you were to get a boyfriend—not that you have one, but in the case.

“oh, just, i’ve seen him around and never really got the impression. i’d assume that with a man like him, you’d make sure everyone knew he was yours,” she shrugs, shaking her head distractedly. after a small pause, she looks back up at you, squinting, “and you’re actually together?”

feeling heat burn at the bottom of your belly, rising up into your cheeks, you nod, the guilt of lying completely erased. “yeah,” you state, “very in love with him.”

in your indignation, you don’t notice bucky coming back, eyebrows raised at your words. “very in love with who?” he asks when he comes closer, and with the risk of embarrassment in front of the neighbor that already does it on the daily, you decide the play the part, stretching your hand out to wrap around bucky’s. your fingers intertwine too easily, and it’s too effortless the way you pull him to you. his surprise shines through, only noticeable to you.

“you, of course,” you smile, his eyes narrowing in confusion as his tongue begins to soak in question, so you tug him even closer, pressing your lips against his, beginning to move with ease. he responds immediately after the initial shock, hands settling on your waist. you pull away after a few seconds, finding yourself standing much closer to bucky, his arms around your waist and a cocky look on his face.

“well, i see i was very wrong,” sellack huffs, flustered. you nod.

“yeah. it’s fine, we usually keep that behind locked doors, right honey?” you look to bucky, pleading in your eyes that he doesn’t even pick up on as he nods.

“right. can’t help it sometimes with this one, though. have you seen her?”

heat rushes to your face, the fingers on your hip tightening as bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“well then,” sellack says, “you two have a nice day.”

you and bucky repeat the words to her, watching her go inside her apartment before you bring a hand to your face, stepping inside your own with bucky trailing behind you. he shuts the door as you mutter oh my god to yourself, pressing your index and thumb to your nose.

“‘forgot my keys,” bucky starts, “‘m not complaining, just wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome back, i think that’s how you should greet from now on, actually.”

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hellfirelover · 2 years

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forever winter (ep. 1)

pairing: fezco x OC (belle)

18+

summary: fezco meets a girl that is desperate to subdue her brain. belle has never met anyone so kind.

sensitive topics (?): cursing, drug use, mental illness

word count: 3.3k

links to episodes: episode two : episode three : episode four : episode five

a/n: there will be more and further into this story there will be more explicit context ;). if you read this before and are re-reading it now, i changed mckenna’s name to natalia.

I just want to keep those who make me feel comfortable at my most vulnerable near me

episode song: new girl - finneas

Episode 1: favorite color

The first time I met Belle was in the back of Fezco’s car. I hadn’t even realized she was there before I heard the sniffling coming from what I thought was a pile of clothes stacked up behind the passenger seat. I studied Belle while I waited for Ashtray to get my stuff out of his black book bag.

What I noticed first about her were the yellow words written on her black sweatpants. Despite curling up into a ball I could still make out the words “Highland Colle—“. The rest were hidden within the folds of her scrunched up body. Her face was covered by the hoody of her large grey sweatshirt. But regardless, all I knew about this stranger was that from the occasional sniffles and the off patterned breathing that whoever this was, was not having a great day.

“Oh, uh, Rue this is Belle. Belle, this is Rue,” Fez mumbled under his breath, taking careful notice of the girls through the rear-view mirror.

Ash handed Rue her little plastic baggy filled with three powder blue circles.

“We gonna get s’me food and kick back at my place with movies. You in?” He took the last puff of his blunt before starting the car and throwing the roach in the plastic cup placed in the cup holder.

Rue couldn’t help but giggle at his actions. Right as she got the baggie, she opened it up, took one out, grabbed the book thrown on the floor of the car (used only for these reasons), crushed the pill on top of the book and under a dollar bill using the butt of a lighter, took out her card lining up the blue powder, took out her rolled-up cylinder paper and snorted the powder up.

Belle watched Rue the whole time amazed and terrified at how normal this was for her.

“What, you saving the rest of that for later?” Rue teased, nodding towards the red solo cup that now held the discarded blunt.

Fez started the car and the four were on the move. “Nah… j’st don’t wanna throw it out the window no more.”

“Birds eat it, and it kills them,” Rue jumped as Belle spoke up for the first time. She forgot the mess of a girl sitting next to her.

The rest of the drive was quiet while music played softly in the background. Rue snorted up the rest of the blue powder on top of the car’s book manual. She sat back and smiled enjoying the movements of the car and the sound of the music. Rue felt so serene in that moment that she didn’t realize she was singing along to the words, and how loud she was doing so, until Ashtray threw one of the McDonald’s bags at her hitting her square in the face. She stopped, gave Ashtray a blank stare, and then began knowingly singing to her hearts consent now with added clumsy dance moves. Her joy in this moment had made Belle burst into giggles. With hearing Belle laugh today, Fezco allowed Rue to continue her antics.

I didn’t pry into who Belle was at first. I never pride into any of the lives of Fez’s other customers. Belle met Fez during her first week at community college. She and her friends were participating in what every college student was participating in during their first week of college: sylly week.

Sylly week is when college students go absolutely batshit crazy to do anything and anyone before they are chained down to their desks to study till finals. Of course, not everyone left sylly week their only time to be crazy crazy. In fact 98% of the students who participated in sylly week would continue doing the same thing every weekend. Sylly week though, was the only time they had the freedom to get plastered on a Tuesday night without class in the morning.

But for the those like Belle, who didn’t party every weekend, nor barely even had a sip of alcohol until they were peer pressured during their Junior prom, Belle was nervous about the whole tradition. Her high school friends who went to parties with her and helped calm her nerves around the chaotic crowds were not there with her, and none of her new friends (one’s she had just met that day through her roommate) knew the claustrophobia and anxiety that Belle was prone to.

When Belle voiced these concerns quietly to her roommate in the back of the Uber XL that was filled with three other friends her roommate vaguely introduced Belle to, the only comfort she gave was –

“Don’t even worry about it! That’s why we going to J’s right now. To get some shit to calm us down and some stuff to fuck us up for tomorrow night.”

“Natalia, you told me we were going to your cousin’s place to make jell-o shots for tomorrow,” Belle kept her voice down, not wanting the other girls to notice her nerves. She felt like she already confided too much to her roommate.

“We are!” She said in a chipper like fashion. “We are just making a quick stop at this place so we can get good shit.”

“It’s a long fucking detour!” One of the girl’s shouted back.

“Yeah?” Natalia raised her eyebrows at the complainer. “Well, this is the only guy I trust to get this shit from. So, we are either making the detour or not fucking getting it.”

That ended the confrontation and soon the three girls were giggling at something their driver was saying. Natalia rolled her eyes at the girls teasing the poor old man making his money driving drunk girls around.

Belle could feel the familiar tightness in her chest and the narrowing of her windpipe. She let herself fixate out the car’s window, determined to keep this weakness away from her new friends. They partied. They were used to this. They were confident and they were spontaneous and fearless and-

Natalia put a hand on Belle’s own and gave it a comforting squeeze. Belle’s green eyes pierced back into hers, the tears already swelling up. “Listen,” Natalia was now keeping her voice down. “All we are doing is picking up some drugs from this really sweet guy. I want to just get in, get the stuff, and go but you know the girls are going to want to stay and party for a bit. We’ll make it twenty minutes tops, I promise.”

“What are you buying?” Belle asked, embarrassed by how weak her voice sounded.

Natalia shrugged and took her hand away, “Just some shit -- you know.” She sighed and gave Belle a mischievous smile. “’M definitely getting you some weed.”

Belle couldn’t help but laugh, because weed was exactly what all her friends from high school were begging her to smoke while they all watched the anxiety seep through all of Belle’s actions. The anxiety controlled her so much so that she was too anxious to even talk to her any of her doctors about the usage of weed thinking they may find her to just be a delinquent 18-year-old trying to just get high or sell the shit. No, instead she was allowing herself to smoke the shit from a guy she never knew on a promise of her roommate who was still a stranger to her.

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions.”

Natalia shrugged her off again, “My brother’s got anxiety. I understand.” She looked at Belle and gave her a reaffirming look. “You just got to tell me when you need me.”

Belle’s confidence grew as the Uber XL dropped them off. They didn’t bother having the guy wait for them, because Natalia turned out to be telling the truth. The other girls, seeing the state of the house party that was happening, wanted to stay “just a little longer”.

“I fucking hate- GET BACK HERE IN 20 MINUTES OR ELSE WE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!” Natalia yelled at her three stupid friends already getting lost in the crowd.

With a huff Natalia sat back down on the dirty brown couch right in between Belle and Fezco.

“So, you said your name is Bella?” Fezco’s surly voice came out. His piercing blue eyes looking over Natalia and to the new girl. He knew Natalia from his years in school before he dropped out. She was one of his early and most trusted customers. The other three girls they showed up with he’s seen before. Here and there, never though without Natalia. But here he has never seen a girl like Belle before. He would’ve remembered.

“Uh- Belle, actually,” She replied, looking at Fez only for a second before adverting her eyes again to the people around her.

“Oh shit! Like the princess chick,” Fez chuckled, taking a drag of the blunt held between his fingers.

Natalia eyed the smoke he blew out of his mouth, and giggled in a dream like state, “Yeah, she’s my new friend and roommate. My lil Princess Belle. You know I’m getting her high for the first time tonight.”

“First time? Where y’all doing that?”

“My cousin Greg’s house. My Uncle and Aunt are out of town, and we are going to go over there to make jell-o shots for tomorrow.” Natalia said and kept eyeing the blunt in Fez’s hand. Natalia’s fixation on the rolled up weed in this man’s hand had Belle giggling.

Fez’s eyes flicked to the new brunette named, he so rightfully stated, after the princess. The corners of his lips turned upwards, and he asked, “What are you trying?”

“Weed,” Natalia said for her friend, eyes still completely fixated.

“Shit- j’st take it,” Fez groaned and handed Natalia the rest of what he had left rolled up. This making Belle laugh again as her new friend cheerfully inhaled the smoke into her lungs.

20 minutes were not up, but the other three girls came back. Not to leave, but for something so much more important.

“Guys there’s a fucking cat in the laundry room you gotta come with!” One of the other girl’s grabbed onto Natalia’s arm pulling her off the couch, and the four girls ran off towards the laundry room. Before Belle could even stand, for she was too busy deciding whether she would want to go through the crazy crowd to get to the laundry room or just stay still on this couch and wait for them to come back, the decision was made for her as the visual of the girls quickly disappeared.

“You don’t like cats?”

Without Natalia here there was no barrier between her and this stranger named, Fezco. Natalia was also right in saying that this man could be trusted. For the instant Fez and Bell were introduced, Belle couldn’t help but feel a sense of clam surround her just from the simple “Hi” he first said to her. He wasn’t like any of the other drug dealers she’s seen before. Although, she was not experienced in the drugs and had only been introduced to things such as vodka and tequila, she tagged along with a lot of her friends to a many of deals. Many of them quick and simple. Some of them, when her friends kept upgrading to different and harder drugs, were cold and angry. She was exposed to the ease of those holding guns as her friends’ exchanged money. She was used to the superstitious eyes lingering a little too long on you. She was used to the gruff manner it the way things were arranged. Each time, Belle instantly felt distrust towards them. And often, always as a new girl in these situations, the dealer would always ask “Who’s this?” pointing at Belle as if they were entitled to her secrets. Always looking at her with eyes that carried thoughts of how to best mold this new girl.

Fez was different. He didn’t demand, he didn’t assume, he didn’t threaten, and he didn’t play word games. He was straight forward, simple, and most importantly kind. Belle could tell the genuineness of his smile.

“I- I lost them,” She spoke out, stupidly pointing in the direction of where they ran off to.

“Wanna chill here with me?” He asked, unknowingly asking a question that would change a big part of his life.

She gave back her own comforting smile at him and nodded.

That night I think was the night Fez fell in love with Belle. He was mesmerized by her. So curious about her story. Belle’s friends didn’t come back till midnight, the jell-o shots never made. That whole time, Belle talked to Fez and answered all of his questions and thought how cute it was that he asked simple questions such as “what’s your favorite color?” and through her answer could get her to share something personal about herself. Not to trick her into telling him her weaknesses. To only learn more about this brunette sitting nest to him.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Well, I mean, like... there’s got to be a reason why you like yellow.”

And there was. Belle loved the color yellow because that color was the symbol of freedom to her. When Belle was five years old her dad had gotten arrested shooting her mom’s brother in the face. With her father in jail, her mother dead, and no more family after her Uncle’s death, Belle was taken into the foster care system. Three years later, a family came to her in a yellow-colored buggy car and adopted her. Of course, Belle didn’t tell Fez all this that night. That would’ve been way too much. But she did say:

“The first day I was adopted my adopted family took me on a ride in their yellow buggy all the way back to their home. I love yellow because it reminds me of the feeling of being loved.”

“Damn. That’s beautiful, princess.”

Princess was the nickname he gave her. His Princess Belle.

Belle came to visit Fez a lot after that night because the weed did actually help Belle’s anxiety. At first, she only came with Natalia, but as Natalia couldn’t go as much as Belle would have liked (nor did Natalia really want to) she ended up going to Fez’s alone. After the first five minutes of visiting Fez by herself, the nerves went away again, and they ended up smoking on the couch together.

Ashtray liked her too. She was always cooking and trying out new recipes having Ash and Fez as her taste testers. She wasn’t annoying when she got high and kept her chill when needed. She talked to them about her classes without dumbing anything down. She knew how smart these boys were and didn’t infantilize their intelligence. She appreciated their efforts of welcoming her into their little community. She was good company to him.

I had met Belle four months after Fez and Belle were introduced. This whole time I had never heard of her nor come across her in my buys. Fez’s quietness about her was how I knew Fez was in love, in love... He wanted to keep this feeling before she would realize how horrible he truly felt that he was. Just some drug dealing idiot. Nothing Belle deserved. If he told me or anyone about his feelings it would make it all too real. And the realness of these feelings, when he knew his heart would break, it felt like it would kill him.

“Can I use your shower?” Belle mumbled over to Fez.

They had gotten back to Fez’s place. Rue had already made herself comfortable on the couch and Ash was taking out the food from the McDonald’s bags on the kitchen table.

“Yeah- um, let me get you some towels, princess,” Fez said quietly back to her and put his hand around her waist, guiding her towards the bathroom to get her set up.

Rue gave Ash a sideways look and with the smirk growing across his face she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are they -?”

“They’re too oblivious to each other’s feelings to understand what the fuck to do with themselves,” Ash answered, throwing Rue a small baggy of fries and settling himself on the other couch getting Netflix set up on the PS.

When Fez had came back, he went straight to the food grabbing a burger for himself.

“So -”

“Rue, I don’t want to hear it,” Fez’s voice was matter-of-fact. He sat next to Rue on the couch and kept his focus on the burger in front of him not wanting to catch eyes with her. He knew just from looking at him Rue could tell what he was feeling. Ashtray could do the same damn thing, but unlike Ashtray, Rue couldn’t keep her mouth shut about the whole thing.

“I was just going to say she’s pretty!” Rue said, throwing her hands up dramatically in defense. “She’s very pretty and yes - I get it - definitely a princess.”

“Rue, shut the fuck up!” Fez yelled at her, but Ashtray’s laughter masked the anger coming from his older brother.

They finished a whole episode before Belle came out of the shower. Rue was now at the dining room table eating from the pile of fries watching as Netflix loaded up the next episode. Ash was fighting off the sleep as he kept to his couch and Fez laid on his couch smoking a freshly rolled blunt.

Right as Belle came into the living room both Ash and Rue had to hold in their laughter as Fez hurried up and sat up taller on the couch leaving just enough room for one other person to sit and share the couch. Rue fought the urge to take the seat just to witness Fez’s annoyed glare she got oh-so often.

But what really had Ash and Rue almost busting at the seams, was that Fez had given Belle his own clothes to wear. She was now in oversized M&M pajama pants and wearing a large plain black sweatshirt that would be a better fit on Fez.

Apparently, a shower was just what she needed, because when Rue met her, she was a crying heap in the car, but now she was glowing and smiling at the food spread out in front of Rue.

“Hey,” Belle said to Rue as she sat down next to her and started devouring the chicken nuggets.

Fez’s shoulders were rigid and although his eyes were on the television screen his ears were listening to the two girls worried about what shit was going to come out of Rue’s mouth.

But there was nothing to worry about. After Belle got a couple puffs into her new rolled up blunt, which Rue watched her roll up thinking “This has Fez taught me to roll a blunt all over it”, she became more talkative.

Belle confided in Rue about how she had just finished up her first semester of community college, and before Rue could give out a drugged up “cheers!”, Belle also confided to Rue that she had failed her political science final. The first class she had ever failed. This information making Rue say, “man, fuck school!” causing Belle to erupt in stoned giggles.

Before Rue went home for the night Belle had gotten her number saying, “I don’t often feel comfortable around people when I get high, but Rue it was so nice talking to you.” Even though her eyes were squinting so much to the point it seemed as if she closed her eyes, Rue could still see the goodness flowing out of them. “And, I don’t know, I just want to keep those who make me feel comfortable at my most vulnerable near me.”

After that night I understood why Fez fell so hard for her. She was easy to talk to. Her eyes gleamed with hope and motivation not everyone had around here. She stepped first with kindness and was open about her fight to be more assertive and confident. But I also understood why Fez was so cautious around her. He was worried to ruin her.

Episode 2: the three reasons for utter fascination

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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mayraki · 3 years

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✧ let me make your night better - bucky barnes

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summary: it all starts as a fun girls night out with your friends but when you get the unwanted attention from a man, your mood completely changes so you decide to call your boyfriend bucky to take you home. which leads to him wanting to make your night better.

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warnings: creepy guy at the bar. oral (female receiving) +18!!

“Do you actually have to go?” Bucky asked as his eyes were glued to your body while you were checking the outfit you picked for the night. You turned around to see the poor man giving you puppy eyes as he was sitting on the bed behind you. “I mean, you can stay with me and we can watch a movie or something-”

“Bucky, I haven’t seen my friends in person in a long time. And I see you everyday... c’mon, it’s just for tonight.” You left the mirror to get closer to him and stand in front of him to grab his cheeks with your hands and make him lock eyes with you, as his eyes didn’t seem to want to leave your body. “My eyes are up here, baby.” You bit your lower lip as he let out a little laugh and grabbed the back of your thighs to pull your body even closer to him.

“I’m sorry, doll, but the way you look on that dress... what I would give for you to stay tonight here with me.” He said softly while gently caressing your skin. You let out a little smile getting closer to his face to feel his breathing against your skin.

“Maybe when I get back.... someone has to take this dress off..” you said with the intention to tease Bucky and leave him with wild thoughts on his mind, but as soon as you tried to take a step back he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you up to sit you down on his lap with your legs between his body.

“So you’re teasing me and now you want to leave? That’s kinda rude, doll.” Bucky said softly against your lips before pulling in closer to touch yours with his. You immediately felt the hotness of his skin against yours, feeling your body with that desire you would love to feel so much. But you needed to keep your head up and not give him what he wanted, after all, that was your favorite game.

You pulled away and bit your lower lip seeing how his eyes were filled with lust. “Save it for later, Bucky. We don’t want you to get tired now, do we?”

Before he could make any other movement you left his lap and gave yourself a last look in the mirror. That tight red dress fitted your body like a glove. Ending right in the middle of your thighs and those tall black shoes making your legs more longer. You felt hot... and for the way Bucky was checking you, made you feel even more sexy.

You turned around to face Bucky once again and noticed how his eyes were slowly going down on your body, making the butterflies on your stomach go wild. But no wanting to show any weakness under his eyes, you walked closer to him and grabbed his chin to make his eyes look at yours, once again. “Time for me to leave, baby. See you later?” You asked softly before leaving a simple yet hot kiss on his lips.

“You count on that, doll.” He said when you pulled away. You smiled at him and then turned around ready to leave Bucky and your apartment behind. But not before feeling those blue eyes on your body just one more time.

>>>

“Cheers, cheers, cheers girls!” Your friend Kelly said as the sound of the glasses clinching together hit your ears. “For a wonderful night, for a wonderful life filled with love, money and success!” Those words were followed with yours and your friends happy laughs before taking your shot to your mouth, feeling the burning sensation on your throat as soon as the liquid was going down your body.

“Another round, please!” Your other friend, Jessica said loudly to the bartender which nodded quickly.

“I’m not going to black out tonight, girls.” You said as a little laugh escaped your lips. Immediately, you had your two friends looking at you disappointed.

“What?! Why not baby?” Kelley asked while shaking your arm playfully.

“C’mon! We haven’t party like this for a while! Let’s bring back those nights Y/n!”

You let out another laugh as you were shaking your head the moment the bartender pulled another round of shots for you and your friends. “I’m not ready to wake up with a horrible headache and throw up everything I ate today. Not happening. I need more night outs to finally get to that point.”

“Alright, seems fair! But we’re dancing until your feet can’t no more.” You and Jessica quickly nodded as Kelly let out those words. You all grabbed your shots and lifted them up ready to toast again. “For a hot and sexy guy to take me home because I haven’t got any action for months!” Jessica said and you let out a loud laugh before taking your glass towards your mouth, feeling once again, the horrible sensation against your throat making you close your eyes and shake your head waiting for it to end.

“I feel you on that one, Jess.” Kelly said after leaving the shot glass on the table. “I haven’t had a guy on my bed for ages, I’m starting to wonder if sex changed or if I have my virginity back.”

“Definitely.” Jess agreed. “We need to look for potential guys to take home, please. Someone rich, if it’s possible.”

They both turned around to wonder around the club as you let out a smile looking at your friends being their goofy selves. But soon after, they all turned around to face you with grins all over their faces. “What?” You asked confused at their facial expressions.

“Since we don’t have any sexual encounters in our lives, we need to live through yours.” Kelly said making you let out a laugh feeling the hotness going towards your cheeks. “C’mon, tell us what that hot boyfriend of yours do.”

“Girls! I don’t kiss and tell!”

“Don’t be like that, Y/n! Help your friends out.” Jess complained shaking your arm. “I’m pretty sure that man leaves nothing to the imagination.” She lifted her eyebrows repeatedly making you shake your head while biting your lower lip as the memory of the other night came back to your head.

“Oh, am I seeing that correctly? Am I seeing Y/n remembering something? Oh, girl, c’mon tell us!”

“She’s probably thinking about her boyfriend’s huge-”

“Girls!”

“What? C’mon, Y/n, I’m such touched starved!”

You looked at your friends but your mind was somewhere else, his hands touching you, his lips against your skin, your bodies dripping with water, your back against the wall... “The other night,” you started before your brain gave you a chance to decide about telling your friends “he decided to surprise me with something that he knows I like. He prepared a bath with roses in it and chocolate sented candles. We got in and well... one thing lead to another and we ended up-” you let out a tiny laugh seeing your friends carefully listening to your words “we ended up turning on the shower and doing it against the wall.”

Your friends pulled their bodies backwards to let their backs rest on the chair as they were covering their faces with their hands. “Steamy and wet, that’s the one right there!” Kelly said as you were letting out little laughs seeing how funny their reactions were.

“Please tell me he likes to go down on you.” Jess said and then carefully waited for your reaction, and then again, once you slowly nodded they both let their bodies hit the chair as Jess was waving air with her hand towards her face and Kelly ordered another shot. “Jesus, that man keeps getting hotter and hotter the more I found out about him.”

You gently punched Jess on the arm as she shrugged her shoulders. “Hey! That’s my man you’re talking about!” You said with a smile seeing how Jess took another shot like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Yes! I know you lucky bitch!”

“I need to dance and shake my ass.” Kelly said with her eyes closed, feeling the burning from her shot. “Twerking is the only thing that’s gonna make me feel better.”

After Kelly grabbed you and Jess to take you two to the dance floor, you danced and danced until you started to feel your throat getting dry as you started to move along with the music. Your feet inside those heels were making your toes hurt so realising your defeat, you pointed at the bar to your friends and they quickly nodded, letting you know they got it.

Making your way to the chair you were sat down a half an hour ago, you let your body as well as your feet relax once your weight was on that tall chair. You let out a relaxing breath as you felt your toes getting comfortable and the cold wind that was entering the club hit your skin, making your sweat slowly fade away.

“Can I have a glass of water, please?” You asked the bartender and as soon as they nodded, you let out a tiny smile thanking them. While waiting for your drink, you pulled out your phone to check out the hour and as soon as the time ‘01:35’ appeared on your screen, you blocked it to leave it again inside your tiny black purse. “Thank you!” You said as the bartender left with a smile a glass of water in front of you.

With a quick move, you grabbed your drink and headed it towards your mouth to let it fresh your mouth and throat. Seconds later, the water was long gone and you were feeling better. So, with the intention to see your friends and check if they were still on the same spot, you turned your head around but when a strange guy walked in front of you making it impossible for you to see your friends, you slowly followed him with your eyes as he quickly made his way towards the chair by your side.

“Waiting for someone?” He asked letting his elbows rest on the counter as his face was facing you.

You let out a tiny smile after checking your friends. “No, I’m with my friends. They’re dancing right now, so-”

“Oh, don’t tell me they left you alone! They’re bad friends.”

You slowly shook your head while you locked eyes with him. “No they’re not. We were dancing together but I got thirsty so I decided to come here.”

The guy nodded as his eyes looked down to your lips. You moved in your seat uncomfortably as you felt his eyes under you. Trying to make it obvious that you didn’t want to talk you turned to the bartender and kept your focus on what they were doing. But when you still felt the guy by your side, you turned around to them once again to give them an awkward little smile.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.”

“Do you want a drink?”

If guys ever approached you on the street you would usually tell them politely that you had a boyfriend of that you weren’t interested, making them to leave you alone or sometimes leaving the typical comment ‘you’re not that hot anyway’ in the processes. But for some reason, there was a feeling in your gut that this guy wasn’t good news. The way he was staring at you and after every word getting his body closer and closer to you, made you even more uncomfortable and wanting to go out of that situation as fast as possible.

“Not really. I already had a lot.” You said dryly and wanting the guy to leave you alone you faced the bartender once again, but instead, Peter touched your elbow with strength the moment he moved his body closer to yours.

“C’mon, what’s one more? Please, hey, you!” He snapped his fingers to call the bartender. “Two shots!”

“Hey, I said no.” You said shaking your head. “I’m sorry but I have a boyfriend.”

“And what about it?” Peter let out a loud as soon as the two shots were in front of you. “Can’t your boyfriend share?”

You stared at his eyes and soon felt how your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked at his hand handing you the shot but then quickly shook your head, grabbing your purse with the intention to go back with Jess and Kelly. “I better go find my friends, they must be looking for me.”

“You told me they were dancing so they’re probably having fun, Y/n! C’mon, take the shot with me.” Peter got closer the shot to your face which made you turn your head backwards. “Don’t be a party boomer!”

“I don’t want to.” You said firmly trying to take his hand out of your face’s way, but him taking it even more closer to your face made you unintentionally push his hand away, making the shot fall on his shirt.

“You little bitch! This shirt is new!” With the intention to grab your arm he lifted his now wet hand towards you but soon was stopped by the bartender grabbing his shirt and pulling him away. You quickly got up from your chair and looked how the bartender looked at you and once they noticed you were fine, they turned back to Peter.

“You better leave her alone, asshole.” They said and soon called the security guard, who grabbed Peter to take him out of the club after the bartender told him some words quickly. “Are you alright?” They asked and you quickly nodded. As they were about to say something else, you felt someone grabbing your shoulders and soon noticing your two friends standing by your sides looking at you worringly.

“Y/n! What happened?! Are you alright?” Jess asked as Kelly was looking around for Peter with anger on her eyes.

“I’m fine.” You said after gaining the control of your tongue. The realisation of what just happened hit your head so feeling annoyed at the music around you, you turned around to walk out the front door and leave the club behind, soon followed by your two friends.

“I’m gonna kill that guy!” Kelly said with anger while Jess was gently caressing your shoulder.

“Are sure you’re alright?” Jess asked softly and you slowly nodded pulling out your phone from your purse.

“I’m gonna call Bucky so he can take me home.” You said and your friends quickly nodded.

“We better go too.” Jess said turning to an angry Kelly, who was still looking around for Peter. “Kelly?”

“Yes, you call Bucky and tell him what happened because I’m sure he’s going to be down with me to kill that guy.” Kelly said but you quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m not telling him what happened.”

“What?!” Kelly turned to you confused. “Y/n you need to tell him.”

“No, that’s going to lead the whole situation into more chaos and I just want to go home.”

Kelly was about to say something else but Jess cut her off. “Kelly, is Y/n’s decision.”

Knowing that Jess was right, Kelly let out a sigh and walked closer to you to gently caress your arm. “Alright.”

You looked at your phone and once you saw the name “Bucky” on your screen, you let out a little sigh before looking at your friends. “Not a word, ok?” They both nodded and then you clicked on his name taking your phone towards your ear, already ringing.

“Hello? Y/n? Are you alright?” Bucky asked with worry in his voice the second the call was answered.

“Bucky. Yeah, I’m fire. I just- can you pick me up?”

“Why? What happened?”

“Nothing. I just want to go home. Jess and Kelly want to stay and I don’t want them to end the night earlier because of me. That’s all.” You looked at your friends and noticed the anger still coming out Kelly’s eyes, but her mouth stayed shut.

“Doll, you don’t sound alright what happ-?”

“Can you come Bucky?” You cut him off with your voice cracked. Something about him sounding so worry about you made your throat to close up and to feel some tears wanting to come out.

“Stay there. I’m on my way.” He quickly said before ending the call. Leaving your phone back in your purse you locked eyes with your friends and tried your hardest to keep your tears inside your body.

“Are we taking an Uber?” Jess asked to Kelly but before Kelly could answer, you shook your head.

“No, you guys stay. C’mon, it’s early. I’ll be fine with Bucky. Besides, you two still need to find someone rich so they can take us on their fancy boat.”

Jess and Kelly let out a tiny laughs while you felt your throat going back to normal. “I can’t promise you the boat, but a house on a lake is enough?” Kelly asked jokingly and you quickly nodded while a little smile escaped your lips.

Soon after, the sound of a motorcycle hit your ears making your head to turn towards the noise. You got up noticing the entire attention of the people outside the club was now on your boyfriend arriving while riding his motorcycle. Seconds after pulling over, he took off his big and black helmet off and left the motorcycle to make his way towards you.

“What happened, Y/n?” He asked with anger on his voice. “Did someone touch you? Who? Y/n, please tell me.” Not getting an answer from you, Bucky immediately understood and looked around with anger. “I’m gonna kill whoever touched you.”

“That’s the fucking spirit!” You heard Kelly say behind you.

“Bucky-”

“Where is he? Is he still here? C’mon, Y/n, tell me so I can show that guy that nobody touches my girl.”

“Bucky!” You yelled loudly enough to gain Bucky’s attention. He turned to you and once seeing the tiredness on your eyes, he quickly grabbed your cheeks and left a simple kiss on your lips. “Just take me home.” You said softly once he pulled away.

You moved back ready to walk towards his motorcycle and put the extra helmet on, soon followed by Bucky. Once you were on his bike sitting behind him and wrapping your hands around his waist, you turned to your friends and let out a tiny smile.

“With a lake house?” Kelly asked with a little smile and you nodded.

“Nothing less.” You said before Bucky turned the motorcycle on and started the way towards your apartment.

As the wind was hitting your skin you started to feel cold and your body to shiver, so trying to look for warmth you touched your forehead with Bucky’s back as you tried to get your body closer to his as possible. Moving your hips to his, you noticed how Bucky did a quick look to you on the back and understood what you were doing. Being able to manage his motorcycle with just his metal arm, he let go and with his warm hand touched your naked thigh with strength, giving it a little squeeze before gently caressing your skin with his thumb.

The amount of safety he made you feel by just touching you it was unbelievable. Everything that you felt moments ago was slowly fading away, making you feel butterflies in your stomach and filling your chest with warmth. You unconsciously let out a tiny smile as the feeling of freedom hit your body, you let your chin rest on his back as his hand was still on your thigh. The way he made you feel on that situation, him riding his bike with you on the back, it couldn’t be described. You felt in movie, those things you were used to seeing in old movies where the guy is something so far off by reality that would always made you feel sad because you thought you were never going to find something like that. But there you were, with the man of your dreams driving his motorcycle while his hand was resting on your thigh, ready to protect you and make you the happiest girl in the world.

“Want something to drink?” Bucky asked softly as the door of your apartment was being closed by him and you were on the couch, taking your shoes off.

“Not really. Just want to take this dress off and go to bed.” You tossed your shoes aside and made your hair into a bun ready to head into your bathroom and take off your makeup.

As you feet touched the coldness of the floor in the bathroom, you shiver but quickly turned on the hot water to wash your hands and start with your routine. As soon as you grabbed the makeup remover, you sigh regretting going out with your friends. It made you feel so disgusting on the inside as the memory of Peter was slowly going back to your head. It was more anger right on that moment than sadness and shook, the way that some guys felt you were obligated to say yes to them just because they wanted to buy you a drink. No matter if you said no multiple times. It was sickening.

Your muscle memory made you remember his hands touching your elbow making you stop throwing with anger the makeup remover towards the counter and close your eyes to try and forget it.

“Doll?” A hand touching your elbow made you jump and quickly open your eyes. But as soon as your eyes locked up with his, your heart went down to its normal speed. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” You nodded before opening the cold water to wash your face. You opened your eyes to see the water dripping down on your skin but then your eyes went directly to the man behind you. Once you did, you slowly followed him and his lips as they were ready to kiss your bare shoulders. Feeling their warmth, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling.

His free hand slowly traced your body until it arrived in your stomach to gently push you against him, to warm your bodies against the other. Slowly living kisses on your shoulder, he then moved his lips towards your neck. Wanting to leave him more space, you tilted your head sideways as little breaths were coming out of your mouth.

“Open your eyes, doll.” He said against your skin making you shiver the second your skin felt the air hitting you.

As he said, you slowly opened your eyes to meet his as his lips were leaving gentle kisses on your skin. Your left hand touched his, the one that was carefully resting against your stomach to gently caress it with your thumb. Without giving you the chance to do something else, Bucky turned your body to face him and quickly grabbed your cheeks to leave a simple yet full of passion kiss on your lips.

“Let me make your night better, doll.” He said softly right in front of your face making you feel the hot air leaving his mouth in your skin. His eyes were glued to your lips and his thumb was caressing your cheek. With his metal arm, moved a piece of hair that was covering your face and carefully tugged it behind your ear.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked when a grin escaped your lips. Suddenly, like Bucky was waiting for that exact answer, with his metal arm grabbed your waist and pulled you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he was making his way towards your bedroom.

Once inside, as he was getting closer to the bed he pulled up your dress and left it right on your stomach. He carefully dropped you and quickly positioned himself on top of you. Feeling the coldness of his metal arm it made you shiver once again, but soon it was covered by the hot kiss he left on your lips.

Leaving your lips, he started to move on your neck and then your chest while his other cold hand was slowly pulling your dress up. Soon after, you were wearing nothing but your underwear. Tossing your dress to the side, Bucky held his body up by his knees and stared at your body like he was staring at a piece of art freshly made.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, doll. You know that?” He said with a little smile and that made your stomach turn as you felt the heat going towards your cheeks. Even if he had been your boyfriend for over a year now, no matter how many times he had seen you naked or called you beautiful, it still made you feel like it was the first time.

Getting closer to your face once again, he united his lips with yours but this time he managed to make the speed faster than the ones before. His tongue touched your mouth so you opened it wider to let it play with yours. As slowly as they were moving, you could feel the heat growing in your body. He had his metal arm by the side of your head holding his body on top of yours while his other hand was slowly massaging the side of your thigh.

His fingers found themselves playing with your underwear, pulling it and twisting it while his mouth was still focused on yours. But soon leaving your lips desiring for more, he ended the kiss and looked down ready to pull your underwear down. Like he was a pro at it, with quick moved he sat down on the bed and with his metal arm lifted your waist so the thin underwear you were wearing would come off easily. Letting out a grin Bucky toss it aside and used his hand to touch your stomach and slowly move it up towards your chest.

You could feel your insides asking for more. Wanting to feel Bucky against your legs even more as his hands were tracing your body. Joining them soon his lips were now against your skin. Taking his tongue out he gently licked your bare chest around your bra. Needing to take it off, you arched your back to let his hand go under and with a quick move making it undone to take it off your body and again, toss it on the floor.

“I’m never going to get tired of watching your naked body under me, doll.” Bucky said softly making you let out a smile as his lips were already flying towards your mouth.

“Bucky-” you said against his lips.

“What, doll?” He asked leaving your mouth to slowly caress your cheek with his thumb as his eyes were staring you and your eyes full of lust. “What do you want me to do to you?” He asked with a smile and you bit your lower lips while million of ideas were flying around your mind. “What is it, doll?” He asked more with a joking tone than before. The grin on his face became even bigger as a smile appeared on your face. “Oh, you want me do the thing- I’ll do the thing, alright.”

A little laugh escaped your lips as Bucky moved his mouth towards your chest and left little kisses on it, but soon placed his body lower so his face could be closer between your legs. Ready to feel that sensation your body was desiring so much, you closed your eyes and soon felt his lips against your inner thigh. Wanting to make more space for his head Bucky grabbed your thighs and slowly separated them without taking his lips away from your skin.

He was taking his sweet time around your folds leaving little kisses making you feel the hotness and the wetness of it become even more stronger and noticeable. You moved your hips to feel his lips more strongly against your skin, noticing this Bucky let out a tiny smile and looked at the desire in your face. “Want me to move quicker, don’t we?”

“Fuck, Bucky.” You let out softly gaining a little smile from Bucky’s mouth.

Just like you wanted, soon after you felt Bucky’s lips against your inner lips making you slightly shake under his touch. He started to leave gentle kisses before taking his tongue out and slowly tracing every single angle.

You could feel the sweat starting to leave your body as Bucky was carefully moving between your legs. That burning sensation he would always make you feel it was starting to appear when he moved to the top of your inner lips, towards your clit. With the tip of his tongue he started to make circles around it making you embrace every feeling that was happening inside of you. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to have gone into riot mode as your heart was going full speed under his warm touch. It was like he was putting you under a spell, making your entire body to fall for him no matter what he did.

“Fuck, fuck.” You spitted out almost in a whisper as Bucky’s tongue started to move faster against your clit. The faster he was getting you could felt your legs starting to shake around his head. The tightness of your inner lips and lower stomach was starting to make their way into your body as his tongue was professionally moving against you. But once you felt like you were coming undone, Bucky stopped leaving you wanting for more. “Oh, fuck you.” You said softly while Bucky just grinned before going back to your clit and leaving gently kisses on it.

Taking his fingers closer to you, with his index finger started to caress your folds up and down, making you, once again, fall under his touch. You could feel the wetness of your sex becoming stronger and stronger the more he spent between your legs. Moving his index finger away and taking his thumb against your clit, he started to caress it to place his middle finger right outside your orifice.

Feeling how slowly his fingers was entering your body you slightly arched your back and let out a long breath. The combination of his thumb moving against your clit and his fingers inside of you was making you fall into such a big relaxation and lust that whatever your body did or came out of your mouth was no longer under your brain commands.

Your hand flew towards Bucky’s hair to gently caress as he moved his tongue towards your folds to trace them up and down. Now, you had him touching your folds, his thumb tracing your clit and his middle finger slowly moving inside of you. He was a damn good multitasker.

The sound of your wet vagina was now louder as Bucky entered his ring finger inside of you to accompany his middle finger and make your legs shake around his head even faster. He replaced his thumb with his mouth and started sucking on your clit with strength to help you reach that wanted orgasm.

With the tip of his tongue and with speed, he started play with your clit and moved it around making your feel everything around it turn tighter and your folds to burn.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m close- don’t stop.” You said with your voice cracked as he was gaining speed and moving his fingers with more decision between your walls. As they started pounding he slowed down and took his fingers out to enter them once again, making you let out a loud moan in the process. “Shit.” You said as your legs were shaking and his tongue wasn’t stopping against your clit.

Seeing how close your were, Bucky removed his fingers from inside of you and took his two hands towards your thighs to spread them wider and make more space for his head once again and for you to feel his tongue even more deeper against your clit.

Faster than you could let out another moan, you felt your inner lips fill with lust and your clit to burn with passion as his tongue was slowly taking its speed down. “Fuck..” you said in a whisper and you felt the orgasm slowly fading away as Bucky was leaving gently kisses on your folds and caressing your thighs with his thumbs.

He slowly went back to your face as he was leaving multiple kisses on your skin. Once he arrived at your lips he left a simple kiss in them as you tasted yourself. As soon as he ended the kiss your heavy breathing started to mix with his, feeling how his chest was touching yours and his free hand tracing your legs up and down.

The amount of lust he made you feel under those minutes it was more than you ever felt with any other men in your entire life. The way he made you feel under his touch, under his eyes, under his presence... it was like no other. He was yours and you were his. You were his girl and he made sure you knew that, nobody was ever going to hurt you ever again.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a smile the moment you opened your eyes to meet his.

“Better than ever, Bucky.” You said softly before uniting his lips with yours one last time. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad night after all.

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Blood Oranges Part 4

Summary: The holiday break is on the horizon, finals are weeks away, and you and your older brother are attending college in Vermont, ready to be done with school and be back home with your parents. Though, while fiddling around with your parents old camcorder, you come across some old tapes that look a little all too familiar to you and your brother.

Word Count: 2,595

Warnings: language

Poly Lost Boys x FemReader | slight male oc x male oc

Notes: Part 4 is here! I might go back and edit a few things but I’m not sure yet. But I hope you enjoy, next update might be this weekend or Thursday night. Also I'm taking the boys the more "animalistic" side. More bat like characteristics more than anything.

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“Woah.” You mumbled out as Max invited you and your brother into his home. Neon lights, abstract art on every wall and the weirdest collection of furniture that almost looked unuseable.

You glanced back, seeing that Max wasn’t inviting the boys in like he did to you. If anything he acted like they weren’t even there.

“A lot of color.” Freddie commented as he walked aimlessly around what you only guessed was the living room. You hummed in agreement. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, it was just a lot in one space. It honestly hurt your eyes a little.

Max cleared his throat, “Please, take a seat.” He gestured to the couches, giving you a warm smile.

You gave him a small grateful smile in return and the second you took a seat on the loveseat, both Paul and Marko quickly jumped to take a seat on either side of you.

You blinked, not knowing what to really do with yourself when Paul draped an arm over your shoulder, “Hiya, hot stuff.” He grinned down at you.

Marko leaned in close with his own Cheshire Cat-like grin, “Funny meeting you here, babe.” Both of them giggled when you became flustered, playing with your fingers, not particularly used to anything like this.

Freddie rolled his eyes at the two terror blondes and took a seat at the far end of the large couch, David and Dwayne taking the open spots next to him but also keeping their distance.

Max seemed a little displeased by Paul’s and Marko’s actions but didn’t fully address it. He shook his head, “Would the two of you like anything to drink?”

You tensed a little at his offer while Freddie answered, “I think we're good.” He gave Max a thankful smile. You breathed a sigh of relief when Max nodded his head and took a seat in one of the lounge chairs. He didn’t seem to push either of you and you were grateful for that.

A brief silence settled over the room, “So, what would you like to know?” Max spoke, crossing one leg over the other.

You and Freddie shared a look and you nodded at him to go first. Freddie sighed, “Do they know?” Freddie pointed at all the boys.

“Know about what?” David asked, staring down Max.

Max shook his head, “No…” He paused, “Y/n and Freddie aren’t exactly from around here. More specifically, this is their time to be technically speaking.”

Dwayne furrowed his brow, “What do you mean?”

Freddie ran his fingers through his hair, “We’re from 2021… pretty much thirty-five years in the future.”

Paul let out a laugh in disbelief, “No way. What? Time travel is a thing?” He continued to laugh but Max’s stern look made it die on his tongue.

You snorted a little at his words, “What? If vampires are real, why can’t time travel be?” You stood up from your spot, Paul and Marko frowning a bit. You turned to Max, “Is that too far of a stretch?”

Max shook his head, “Not exactly. Though time travel could only be done by certain creatures and with the right conditions. What did you do before you showed up here?”

Freddie blinked, “We were watching a tape. It said ‘Santa Carla 1986’. We’ve never seen it before in our parents' collection so we played it and well, you were on it, so were our parents.”

Max hummed, “And how did you know that all of us were vampires?”

You bit your lip and crossed your arms, “It’s gonna sound even crazier than this. You, all of you, even this town, isn’t real. You are all characters in a horror movie that was made in 1987.”

Max’s eyes widened a little. You huffed, “And that’s why we know, Santa Carla isn’t real, vampires aren’t real and you are all actors. But somehow, here we are.”

You kept out any key components or hints as to what happened in the movie. You could let Max know the ending. It could change everything for the worse.

“You dimension hopped… but your parents are from here… makes sense.” Max stood up from his spot, taking off his glasses and rubbing his chin.

Freddie narrowed his eyes, “How so? You said that we weren’t human. What about our parents?” Max was being mysterious about all of this, it seemed like he wasn’t giving you a straight answer.

“You really don’t know what you are? After what you did?” David questioned you. He wasn’t believing this. A movie, actors, time travel, dimension hopping? He was getting just as frustrated with Max’s vague answers and it stumped him that you had no clue what you were.

Freddie shrugged as you looked down at the bleach blonde, “Should we?”

Max cleared his throat, “David is mostly correct. You two are a certain breed of vampire. You are what’s known as Dhampirs.”

“What?” Freddie questioned, standing up from his seat. You just stood there wide eyed.

“But I thought Dhampirs were rare? That their kind is mostly forbidden?” David spoke up for the both of you, noticing that you were both in shock at the moment.

“Most of them, yes. That’s because they are much more powerful than a normal vampire. They can walk in the sun and not get burned, the only thing that can kill them is a stake through the heart. They also don’t need to feed as much, their powers are much more broad and they don’t need a sire.” Max explained, slowly walking around the couches in the living room.

Freddie shook his head, “Aren’t like, Dhampirs also born from one vampire and a human?”

Max raised a brow in surprise, “You know your lore.”

Freddie shrugged, “Let’s just say vampire lore is widely available everywhere and it’s expanded since now. It’s a big thing in pop culture.”

You swallowed deeply, “Wouldn’t that mean our dad is a vampire and our mom is human?”

Max nodded, but raised a finger, “But, your father isn’t fully a vampire either, he is a Dhampir such as you two. Your mother is still fully human and they are waiting to complete their transformation until they are older.”

You waved your hands, “Wait, hold up. I thought Dhampirs just stop aging at a certain point. There’s steps?”

“Once a Dhampir is born they are for the most part human with the hunger of a vampire. They never make their first kill until they are ready. Only when they make their first kill is when they stop aging. And by your ages, I suspect that your father turned your mother into one of him and your parents made their first kills shortly after Y/n was born.” Max concluded, seemingly tying everything into a pretty little bow.

Though it wasn’t so pretty from where you were standing.

“Why do I feel like there’s so much more?” You questioned.

Max slightly frowned, feeling bad for you. You didn’t need to find out this way. Thrown into a whole other world and lost without guidance. “Much more.”

You tapped your fingers on the dining room table. You had the majority of your’s and Freddie’s belongings from your bags set out everywhere. You had to show everyone at least some bit of proof of where you came from.

Your laptop, your phone, and a few other things helped prove your case. Max was more than surprised to say the least. And he finally told you how you got there in the first place.

Apparently dhampirs had a rare ability to dimension hop or even time travel and it looked like you and Freddie did both. Though Max couldn’t explain why it happened now. He guessed it was because you were watching the movie while playing the tape and that brought you there. Mix strong emotions into it and it’s a perfect storm for you to use the ability.

And also, these blood oranges that you love so much, they were created for vampires to satiate your hunger for blood. For god damn blood. All these years, you ate the citrus fruit to prevent your lust for the taste of blood. And you were doing it right now.

“Never once did Max tell us about this.” David told you as he held one of the blood oranges in his gloved hand. Never once did Max give them an option, a different way to feed, and equal to their need for blood.

You chewed on your slice slowly, have only eaten half of the fruit in your hands, “Sounds neglectful to me.” You spoke quietly.

Even though Max was in the other room talking with your brother, who himself was chewing on one of his fruits. You didn’t want to risk Max hearing your own opinion of him.

David snorted, he looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, “You don’t like him do you?” He smirked a little when you didn’t deny him immediately. He found you amusing and found it interesting that you didn’t fully trust their sire off the bat, especially since he was giving you the answers you seeked.

“I, he, uh, from what I know, I’m not fond of him. He seems nice and there probably is a nice side to him, but I know I can’t trust him completely.” You explained. You took another slice into your mouth, and noticed Dwayne looking thoughtfully at the blood orange in his own hands.

You swallowed your piece, and held out another one in between your fingers to Dwayne, “You want to try?” You offered him.

Dwayne looked down at your hand before looking up at your face. He shook his head, gently grasping your wrist which seemed much smaller in his hand, and pushed the slice towards your mouth, “You need it.”

Your face felt warm as he gave you a gentle smile, your eyes locked into each other. Not looking away, you placed part of the slice in your mouth and your heart sped up once Dwayne’s eyes darted to your lips and his pupils became darker.

The growl in your chest came back and Dwayne matched it almost immediately. Dwayne’s grip tightened a little bit and you could tell he was holding himself back from whatever he wanted to do.

“Damn girl.” Paul’s voice brought you back to reality from beside David and Dwayne followed, letting go of you, but still looking at you. “You have no idea what you're doing do you?” Paul grinned, biting his lip and giving you the most sultry look anyone has ever given you.

Marko rolled his eyes, sitting next to Dwanye, “Of course she doesn’t.” Marko leaned on the table to look at you, “That growl you keep on doing, you don’t have any control over it do you?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “It just happens. I mean it happened to Freddie.”

“His was protective over you.” Paul said matter-of-factly, “Yours is more, possessive.” He grinned when he said those words, like he knew something you didn’t. Which was one hundred percent true. You had no clue what your body was doing.

You raised a brow, “Meaning?” You pushed, wanting a clearer definition.

“Vampires are a lot more animalistic than myth and legends depict us.” Dwayne explained.

It then hit you, “That’s why your vampire faces seem more bat-like. You guys literally are more like bats than humans.” You shrugged at your own logic, “Didn’t really explain that in the movie, though it was kind of hinted at.”

David smiled at your logic and was impressed, you picked it up quickly. You shook your head, “But the growling? Why am I being ‘possessive’ over you guys?” You asked the four, genuinely curious of this new tid-bit of information.

David’s lip curled into a smirk with a hint of amusement, “What do you know about bats mating habits?”

Your eyes went wide and all but froze in your seat, “Not much, but from that I’m only guessing that you're implying that all of us…” You trailed off not bringing yourself to bring up the word.

Dwayne noticed a bit of your discomfort, and placed a comforting hand on your thigh, “Nothing has to happen, for now. This is a lot all at once.”

You took a deep breath, “That’s an understatement. But for the time being let's not bring it up.” This was too much all at once. You needed a minute to let everything sink in. Not only that but it seemed like you needed to do some research too.

Saving you from your awkward self, Max and Freddie come walking into the dining room. Dwayne immediately lets go of your leg when Freddie glares at him.

Freddie looks down at you, “You good?”

You forced a small smile and nodded, “Yeah.” You noticed a thick book in your brother's hand, “What's that?”

Freddie sighed, “Not so very light reading about our kind.”

Max clears his throat, “It’ll have everything you’ll need to know and other questions that might need answering.” Max gave you a smile and clapped his hands together, “Now, I know it’s probably been a long day for the both of you, would you like to stay here or go with my boys?”

You and your brother blinked at Max’s offer. You weren’t exactly expecting him to give you a choice. You expected him to make the two of you stay with him, keep an eye on you two.

“Of course, I do want you both to spend a night or two here every week, just to make sure you’re adjusting properly.” Max stated.

And there it was. The one underlying condition no matter where you chose to go. Good thing you already made your decision way before he even asked, “I’ll stay with the boys.” You firmly decided.

Freddie took a moment but then nodded, “Wherever my sister goes, so do I.” He sets his foot down, making you smile a little that he wasn’t going to separate from you.

Max sighed as the boys seemed to be smug about both of your decisions. Like they had just won against Max. “I see. Well, either way, you’ll be needing something to get around in while you're here for the time being.”

Yours and Freddie’s jaws dropped as you stood in front of the car that Max was giving to the both of you to use. “Y-you got a 1956 chevrolet bel air convertible?” Freddie stuttered out in disbelief. That was the car in front of you, colored black and practically brand spanking new.

You whistled, “You're just giving this to us to use?” You asked, a little jarred by the offer. You weren’t into cars like Freddie was, but you knew the classics, and you appreciated their beauty.

Max grinned at the excitement that was building up in both of you, “For the time being of course, but yes.”

After a second both you and Freddie put a hand out and did a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. You didn’t even need to look when Freddie groaned in disappointment; you won. You smirked and you heard the chuckles of the boys behind you.

“I’ll be driving, Max.”

You smiled up at the man and he shook his head fondly, handing you the keys, “Be careful.”

After handing you the keys, Max bid all of you a good night, but not without giving David one last look. You didn’t want to know what that look meant.

You sighed, “Alrighty, lead the way boys.”

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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hello 🧸 i really enjoy reading your alice in borderland writings and just wanted to say that your writing is ✨immaculate✨ hope you keep up the good work!also, i wanted to request something where the reader is this badass/genius at the beach and niragi and chishiya can’t help but be attracted to her and so they try to pursue her both. but even though she acts tough on the outside she does like them back and the rest is up to you if that’s alright~

Thank you so much! That just made my day. 😊 And of course, here you go!

Two Peculiar Admirers | Shuntaro Chishiya, Suguru Niragi

PART 1 | PART 2

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya, Niragi (Aguni, Kuina, OC)

Summary: You are a new member of The Beach with a harsh attitude and a strong personality. Chishiya and Niragi can’t help but be a little bit lovestruck.

Warnings: a lot of swearing, blood, stalking, violence, threatening

Word Count: 3.5k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: I planned to fit this all into one part but it got a bit too long and I still have more to write. I’m so sorry I left it at a cliffhanger but I promise I’ll upload Part 2 before you know it!

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It had all begun when Aguni had brought you back to The Beach.

You were a particularly strong woman, both on the inside and the outside. You didn’t hesitate in games to do what needed to be done to survive. And best of all, you were on your own. He thought you would be a perfect little guinea pig to add to the pile back at The Beach to help collect cards.

Aguni had found you at a heart’s game, a game of betrayal. He noticed you at registration, believing that you would be killed off within the first few minutes. But he got a great surprise to see that you gave up other player’s lives without hesitation. At least you knew how to survive in the Borderlands, no friends, no one to betray.

He followed you for a while after the game, trying to find the right moment to grab you and place the black bag over your head. You noticed him following you a few times, so you kept your guard up.

But eventually, he used his strength against you and knocked you out with a few hits to the head. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you black out.

He didn’t want to take any chances. After seeing your strength and skills conveyed at the hearts game, he didn’t want to risk becoming injured or even killed by you.

After being brought back, Aguni spoke highly of you in the meeting room, causing Hatter to move you to a higher number than most. You were annoyed if anything, you were doing completely fine by yourself. Why did these people have to drag you into their selfish and chaotic dynamic?

You were rather cold-hearted towards everyone, being upset about becoming a part of all this mess. You felt like a soldier in a meaningless war. You didn’t want to put all your energy into your games just to let one person leave this hell. Everyone seemed blinded by it, didn’t they realize they were believing empty promises?

*************

On one of your first nights at The Beach, you had been sitting at a booth nearby the pool by yourself. You enjoyed watching people acting like drunken idiots, it was entertaining to you. Sipping your drink and laughing at people getting pushed into the water had become one of your favourite pastimes, since there didn’t seem to be much else to do other than drink or dance.

This was when Niragi first approached you.

A sudden arm slung around your shoulders like a snake. You whipped your head around harshly, receiving a fright from the action. A young man with several silver piercings in his face had decided he had the audacity to make himself comfortable right next to you. Well, technically it felt like he was sitting right on top of you he was that close.

You furrowed your eyebrows roughly at him but didn’t move, just staring at him with a surprised look on your face.

“Hey sweetheart, you’re looking awfully lonely,” he began, leaning his face much closer to yours. “Why don’t you come with me? I’m sitting over there with a few of my friends. I would love it if you could join us.”

You could tell this guy had never been rejected before, his ego was so large it oozed off his words like a bad smell. You put a hand against his chest and pushed him away from you. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Look sorry… whatever your name is. You’re being real fucking annoying right now,” you said, being straight forward with him. Although you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t appreciate his confidence. But there was a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and this man seemed to be right in between the two.

He sat up and off you with a shocked look on his face. “Are you sure you want to be saying that to me?” he said in an annoyed tone. You watched as he cocked his pierced eyebrow upwards, being interested in how you would answer.

You gave a big sarcastic smile and giggled. “Yeah, you’re nothing special sweetheart. Thanks for ruining my peace and quiet.” You stood up out of your seat and his arm slid off your shoulder. He watched you in shock as you strutted away from the booth, making your way to the bar nearby. You didn’t want to argue with a man who just so obviously wanted to get into your pants. You weren’t going to give into anyone that easy.

Niragi let out a big breath and smirked as he checked you out from the booth. “Hopefully no one saw that.” He said to himself.

No girl had ever rejected him so harshly before. You didn’t know who he was? Did no one tell you?

Your harsh remark to his attempted flirting struck a chord within him. He felt his heartstrings pull tight in his chest. That attitude of yours really hit him.

I mean, who wouldn’t love to play a game of cat and mouse? Because the vibe you were giving off to Niragi gave him the idea that you would love to play a little chase game of emotions with him.

***********

Chishiya’s meeting with you would have been rather bizarre. He met you at a game because you were assigned to the same group as him for one night.

During the drive on the way there, you kept glancing your eyes over to the mysterious figure. He sat quietly in his seat, hood over his head and earbuds in his ears. He wore all white, reminding you of a ghost.

The game was a four of clubs. Pretty easy for someone like you, or so you thought.

It was held in an apartment block that reached twelve levels high. The aim of the game was to find the safe zone to disengage the bomb within the time limit and without being ‘tagged’ by the tagger.

During the first five minutes of the game, you tried your hardest to remain alone, but a young man who didn’t have any idea what he was doing followed you around from registration. He seemed to be a new player, so after a while you decided to tolerate him. He could be used as a shield from the tagger if worse came to worse.

As you made your way around the levels, checking every door and looking around every corner, you heard rapid gunshots every now and then. It made your heart drop every time you heard it just below you or just above you.

At some point you watched as you saw the tagger take aim at someone who was on a different level. You watched as the young man ducked down to avoid being killed, bullet holes shredding into the wall next to him in the process.

You frowned. Why did the tagger attack him so far away? Every victim has been on the same floor as him when he kills them.

Then it hit you: he was trying to protect the door that the young man was attempting to open. That must have been the safe space.

You and the new player that remained with you made your way down a few levels to the door that the tagger had been shooting to. There had to be something there, he wouldn’t aim from that far if he didn’t want that door opened.

As you arrived, the tagger and the young man gone, you were about to open the door before you heard a voice call from further down the balcony.

The mysterious figure from the car was there, strutting along the path like he owned the place. You kept your hand on the door handle and looked at him to see what he had to say.

“Are you sure you want to open that?” he gloated, smiling slightly and stopping just next to you. You looked him up and down. He had a shorter stature than you expected.

“I was planning on it,” you remarked, jiggling the door handle in your grasp. It was unlocked, unlike all the other doors you had tried. This must have been the safe zone.

The figure tucked his hands into the pockets of his white hoodie and raised his eyebrows while scanning the door up and down. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that the tagger didn’t just stand in front of it?” he said.

You thought for a second. He had a point, but you didn’t have time to think logically at that moment. The game phone in your pocket beeped and announced that there was only five minutes remaining.

“Look I’ll just open it slowly. But we must hurry because we won’t know how long I could take to disengage the bomb,” you said matter-of-factly.

The man nodded and stood behind you so he could see what was through the door when you opened it. You breathed out heavily and slowly turned the door handle to peep inside.

The room blossomed with light as soon as you opened the door. It seemed normal enough, except there was another door on the other side of the room that led to a lit-up area.

“That must be the safe zone,” you breathed out, relieved. “Must be,” the figure repeated.

A sudden deafening sound filled the air behind you and you both whipped your head around to see the new player that had followed you lying on the ground with several holes in his chest. You felt blood splatter onto your face from the impact, shifting your eyes upwards just to see the tagger at the end of the hallway, quickly storming their way down towards you and the man.

“Shit!” you screamed. “No time to waste!”

You pulled open the door completely, and before Chishiya could even think quick enough, you grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and tugged him inside harshly.

He stumbled from the sudden movement and ended up falling on top of you from the force, managing to kick the door shut with his foot in the process.

You groaned underneath him. “Sorry,” you muttered. “You weren’t moving so I didn’t have a choice.”

He chuckled above you and pushed his arms against the ground to stand himself up and off you. “No worries, I could never be mad at someone for saving my life.”

*************

You thought that both of those encounters with the strange young men would be your last, but apparently not.

You began being put in the same games as Chishiya more often, eventually forming a bond with him and always teaming up together during games. He introduced you to his friend Kuina, who you became rather close as time went on.

Although you still preferred your time alone greatly, there was always a certain someone who would disturb your peace and quiet.

Niragi would take any opportunity to annoy you, whether it be in the hallways when you’re on your way to bed where he would back you up against a wall and try to make you feel threatened, or whether it be out at the pool when you were by yourself. People would stare at you both as he sat with you and tried to make it seem like to the public that you were together, which was quite embarrassing.

He would never leave you alone, and at some points you began to believe that he was stalking you. He managed to find you everywhere, so it wouldn’t be an outrageous claim.

Chishiya however you found a lot more likeable.

He was subtle, kind of making sly comments about his attraction to you every now and then. You appreciated him trying to hide it more rather than being too open about it like Niragi. It made you more interested in the intelligent and mysterious man.

Chishiya at times though would come across as rather overprotective. That was the only thing you had a problem with, because out of all people he would know that you can handle yourself simply fine.

Sometimes in games together, he would do everything in his power to make sure you stay away from potential death. At times he would drag you around like a ragdoll just so you stay beside him. It became quite annoying, but you dealt with it anyway. You did not want to offend or upset him.

**********

Niragi leant against the hallway wall just outside your bedroom door. He was waiting for you to get changed so he could take you down to the bar and have a few drinks with you. You did not know he was outside though, he kind of just saw you after you arrived back from your game and followed you.

As he fiddled with his rifle to kill time, he heard a small pitter-patter of feet just down the hall from him. He glanced upwards to see none other than Chishiya making his way up the carpet towards him.

Both exchanged confused looks, until Niragi’s mouth pulled up into a smirk and he ran his pierced tongue over his bottom lip slowly like a snake.

“What’s a blondy like you doing here?” he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and slinging his rifle over his shoulder in its usual position.

Chishiya raised his eyebrows, conveying his usual confident expression on his face. “I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted, walking further towards Niragi.

Niragi chuckled deeply then spoke. “I’m waiting for someone.”

“Really? Giving them a fright before their execution. That’s quite low Niragi even for you.” Chishiya’s smile never left his face.

Niragi threw his head back and cackled. “No actually, quite the opposite really. I’m waiting to take her down to the pool.”

Chishiya widened his eyes in shock. “Her? Hm. I never took you as the romantic type,” he teased.

“I’m not. I’m more of the ‘follow you around until you pay attention to me’ type,” Niragi admitted. Chishiya let out a small laugh at his comment.

“Seems more like you.”

Chishiya walked further towards Niragi who remained close to your door. He watched in confusion as Chishiya reached his hand out towards the door handle to open it, but before he could, Niragi whipped his hand quickly over it to stop him.

“What are you doing?” Niragi said in a tense voice, so contrasting to the somewhat light-hearted one he had just a moment ago.

Chishiya pulled his hand back slowly and looked up into Niragi’s darkened eyes. “Going into this room? What else would I be doing?”

“But this is Y/N’s room,” Niragi argued, standing in front of the door so Chishiya couldn’t get inside.

Chishiya raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? So? I need to talk to her.”

Niragi leaned down closer to him with a frown painted on his face. “About what?”

Chishiya rolled his eyes. “None of your business you creep. Why are you standing in front of Y/N’s room like a guard dog anyway?”

“She’s the one I’m taking down to the bar.”

Chishiya’s heart dropped. There’s no way you’ve been with Niragi, you weren’t dumb enough to become involved with the psychotic militants.

“Wait no. She told me that she was going to spend some time with me and Kuina after the games.”

Silence filled the air between them. Neither of them knew what to say, but the rising tension between them became stronger each second.

“Does she know you’re here?” Chishiya asked out of the blue.

“Does she know you’re here?” Niragi fired back, avoiding his question.

Another awkward silence before Niragi spoke. “Look, you better not get involved with her more than you already have. She’s mine so you stay away from her,” he threatened Chishiya, walking towards him causing the shorter man to take a step back.

“Oh, you want me to stay away? You are standing outside her bedroom door with a rifle over your shoulder. Do you really think she’ll learn to like you?”

“At least she can trust me, you fucking manipulative snake.”

“She’d probably be terrified you’d put several bullets through her Niragi. Why don’t you think logically and leave her alone? It would save her the suffering of having to deal with you!”

“What? So, you can gaslight your way into her trust? At least I am straight forward Chishiya, you’d do nothing but lie and use her for your own personal gain like the fucking selfish brat you are!”

“No, at least I wouldn’t view her as nothing but a toy to play with. You know she doesn’t like you, so why the fuck do you keep trying?”

“Shut up!”

“No, I won’t! I am not going to let you weasel your way into her life and put her on display like some trophy to show off to everyone! Just leave her the fuck alone and stop following her around! It’s really fucking pathetic of you!”

Chishiya suddenly flew back into the wall behind him, creating a large bang that echoed down the halls. Niragi had kicked him square in the chest backwards. He let out a satisfied laugh.

“Look at you! You can’t even defend yourself! What makes you think that you could keep me away from Y/N?!”

Chishiya sat up from his position on the floor and let out a loud groan. His spine was screaming in pain, making him stumble before finally standing on his two feet.

Niragi didn’t even give him time to breath before he punched him across the jaw, making his head whip sideways and fall back against the wall. Niragi gripped one hand in his blonde hair roughly while another clutched the collar of his hoodie.

Chishiya yelped in pain, not being able to fight back. He didn’t bring any weapons to help himself, he did not expect to be in this situation when he left his room to come to yours.

Niragi leaned close to his face which was scrunched up in pain. “I dare you to try and keep me away. Because nothing comes between me and what I want, no matter what it is.” He spat harshly in his face, narrowly missing Chishiya’s eye.

He let loose of Chishiya’s white hair, causing him to fall to the carpeted ground. “I guess I’ll meet up with her another time, when there aren’t any rats around to trip on,” Niragi chuckled and turned to make his way down the hall towards the staircase at the end.

‘What wonderful timing Y/N would have if she came out just now,’ Chishiya thought to himself.

As if he had predicted the future, you busted out of your room harshly, almost tripping in the process. You locked eyes with Chishiya, who had blood pouring out his nose while seated against the wall opposite your door.

“Oh my god! Chishiya! The fuck happened to you?!” you exclaimed, rushing over and kneeling in front of him. “I heard a loud bang outside and came out to see what it was. Was someone else here?”

Chishiya grabbed the hand that you offered to him to help him up. He groaned as you lifted him to a standing position, only for him to fall forwards onto you from sudden nausea that hit him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep him upright while he placed his chin on your collarbone.

“Just forget about it. I’m okay, just a little scratched up,” he tried to deflect your question. “I had a really rough game and I tripped over just then. Smacking my nose on the ground didn’t help much.” He was surprised with himself about how quick he covered up what happened. He felt quite embarrassed being beaten up by someone as dumb as Niragi, so he didn’t want to tell you.

You laughed a little bit, the happy sound warming Chishiya’s heart. “You’re such an idiot. How do you manage to survive all these games while being so clumsy?”

Chishiya smiled. The fact that you cared about him outweighed the throbbing pain of his developing bruise on his jaw. He brought a hand up to his nose and wiped along it, soaking up the small bit of blood in his sleeve.

“You still want to go see Kuina?” he asked you, pulling away from you and looking you in the eyes.

“Yeah of course!” you exclaimed excitedly. “I was thinking we go down to the pool for a while. We can sit in a corner somewhere and chat,” you suggested.

Chishiya nodded and held out his hand. “Shall we then?” he said teasingly.

You laughed and began walking while leaving him hanging. “Maybe one day I’ll hold your hand, but not today.”

Chishiya chuckled and jogged to catch up with you. As you walked side by side, he secretly hoped that Niragi wouldn’t be down at the pool, preparing to start trouble the moment he sees Chishiya with you.

Unfortunately, his luck wasn’t on his side that night.

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“I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: ok, so, Kid is ready to give Yoon that good good just after hearing like half the mixtape, our girl hasn’t even seen the damn mv yet guys, like, she’s ready to pounce after just seven songs from her man. And honestly, mood. I hope you lovelies enjoy this, I hope it lives up to your expectations lmao, and thank you for reading :))

YOU paced back and forth from one end of your kitchen to the other as you waited for Yoongi to answer his damn phone. I mean, seriously, how long does it take to pick up the-

“Hello?” Yoongi’s low voice interrupted your thoughts through the phone’s speaker.

Gasping, you eagerly asked, “Can I start listening?” omitting a proper greeting.

“Oh hey, I’m fine, how are you?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, fully aware he couldn’t see you. “You’re expecting a lot of self-control from me right now, Min,” you complained.

Yoongi allowed himself to chuckle before responding with a humored, “if you want, you can listen, Kid.”

You squealed in excitement, bouncing around in front of the oven. “You’re sure? I don’t have to wait for you or anything?”

“Nah, I’m almost there anyway,” he told you, and you could tell by the tone of his voice he was grinning. “Just no music video yet,” he said in a whiny tone which you knew must be accompanied with a pout. He enjoyed watching your reaction to his music videos.

“No music video, I promise,” you smiled, absolutely fond of the man. “Oh my god, I’m not ready for this am I?” You yelled out, Yoongi scoffing in response.

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous,” he groaned.

“Shush, I’m hanging up, I have a long-awaited mixtape to listen to, thank you very much.”

“Ok fine, fine,” he laughed, but before you could hang up, Yoongi added, “Hey, Kid?” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

You’ve heard the words a million times, but it never failed to make your heart pound. However, that didn’t stop you from teasing him a bit. “Yeah, yeah, love you, I gotta go, priorities, baby. I don’t know if you’ve heard but the Agust D just made a comeback.”

He chuckled into the phone once more before giving you a, “See you in a bit,” and then hung up.

Immediately, you were pressing play on the mixtape on Spotify, already having had it pulled up for five minutes.

The first song, ‘Moonlight’, started off soft before scratching records came in, and then your boyfriend’s voice. When he gave his iconic laugh with an “August D” you smiled in pride. That’s my honey boy.

You turned your attention to the meal you were preparing for you and Yoongi, one of his favorites, stirring the contents in a big pot on the stovetop. Bopping along to the music, you listened to the lyrics that talked about his story, starting in Daegu to flying high with his group, how he goes through feelings of confidence in his work to feeling untalented, the struggles of writing this exact mixtape due to the pressure from a larger audience, expectations, and self-doubt. You knew those struggles all too well. You were with him throughout it all.

You’d been given glimpses of the songs throughout the writing process, some tracks in full while others you only saw lyric scribblings on those yellow notepads he leaves around his studio and that littered your apartment. You first saw the chorus to ‘Moonlight’ written on one of those notepads that sat on your bedside table.

“I like this,” you told your boyfriend, holding the notepad in one hand as the other found its way in his dampened hair, his face resting against your bare chest.

“Huh?” He looked up at you, his hand gripping your waist as his eyelids fluttered. The sheets were in disarray around your still nude forms. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, is it for D-2?”

“Maybe,” he told you with a yawn. “Not sure.”

“I think you should use it,” you told him, your finger outlining the shell of his ear as his lips curved into a lazy smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“You really think so?” He asked, uncertain and a bit more awake.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He kissed the center of your chest before nuzzling his face further against your breasts. “You always know best, Kid.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears as you listened to the song, feeling immensely proud of your boyfriend. Of how hard he worked, of overcoming the doubt and fear, and just simply for the talent, passion, and artistry he shared with so many people.

As the mixtape played, you went through phases of dancing around, squealing in excitement, gasping at lyrics and phrasing, and more bouncing and dancing. You tried your best to focus on the lyrics, though you knew it would take a few listens to catch them all as you were too excited to comprehend everything just then.

Completely invested in the music, you didn’t hear your front door open, unaware of your boyfriend’s presence until he appeared in your peripheral, catching you doing a little strut that resembled Yoongi’s swagger walk he did on stage. Your head snapping to him, you were met with his gummy grin, his shoulders shaking in laughter as ‘Burn It’ continued to play throughout the kitchen.

“Are you leaving me for Agust D yet?” He teased, walking toward you.

“Do you realize how sexy you are? Like do you have any idea?” You asked accusatorily. “Like what the fuck, dude?”

“Jesus,” he huffed, a smile still plastered on his face. “You’re actually ridiculous.”

“Yeah, and you’re ridiculously talented, Min. You’re not told that enough,” you told him seriously. Reaching you, he placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping further into his arms.

“I’m told that plenty,” he dismissed with a bashful grin.

“No, you’re not,” you told him as ‘Burn It’ continued to play. Instead of responding to you, he kissed you which you immediately deepened, Yoongi stepping back a bit by the unexpected force behind your actions, though his arms wrapped tighter around your waist so your body was flush with his.

Pulling away, he chased your lips, making you smile. “I don’t even have the words right now to tell you how proud I am of you,” you told him seriously, tears forming in your eyes. You watched as Yoongi took a deep breath, keeping his own emotions under control at your sincere confession. “Just know I’m really proud,” you said as tears threatened to fall.

He quickly nodded just before bringing a hand to your jaw as he caught your lips again, giving you several quick pecks as he composed himself.

Letting out a breath that sounded to be one of relief, Yoongi peered around your frame, inspecting the food cooking on the stove, as well as the food that had spilled outside of the pot, with a grin. “That looks good.”

“Hopefully,” you said with a smile as Yoongi nuzzled his face against your neck, refusing to let you go. With the overwhelming pride and love you felt, mixed with the fact that the man on the mixtape was all yours, and he was standing in your kitchen, in your arms, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, you had a sudden desire for him.

As ‘People’ started playing, you were instantly struck with the memory of coming to his studio as he was working on that very track. It was just the instrumental then, but it was interesting and different from the other stuff he had been working on. Yoongi must have been thinking upon the same memory as he lifted his head, a gummy grin directed to you as his eyes found yours.

“I remember the night you wrote this,” you smiled, biting your lower lip. That night, you had spent about an hour of it sitting on his desk as Yoongi sat in his chair in front of you, his chin resting on your knees as you both discussed your ideas of life, and people, and changes, and what it all meant, if it even meant anything.

You had already been dating for well over a year, but it was a moment where you and Yoongi felt a closeness between you both that hadn’t really been there before, becoming more mentally and emotionally attune with each other.

The conversation eventually faded out, the intense feeling of understanding between you both leading to you having sex on his studio couch.

“Trust me, I remember it very well,” he chuckled, his mind running through every moment of that night, from the feeling of closeness, to the warmth of your body underneath his as he pressed you against the couch cushions, the way you moaned his name and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

As the chorus of ‘People’ sounded from your laptop, your eyes widened at the sultry soothe of your boyfriend’s vocals.

“Since when do you sing like that, Min?” You teased with a smile, your eyes bouncing around his soft features. As he let out a breathy chuckle, you slid your your hands down his neck to rest overtop his collarbones as you leaned toward him and kissed him deeply.

The action took him by surprise though he easily found his rhythm, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, feeling at the bare skin of your waist.

As you began backing up, he quickly felt around to shut the stove off before following you toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Your hands found his waist as his moved to your face, taking control. You began lifting his shirt up, you both separating just long enough for you to pull it over his head and discard it somewhere in the hallway outside your room.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned his jeans, Yoongi helping you get the clothing off him as he released his hold on you to step out of them. Backing up, your legs hit the edge of the bed and you locked your eyes with your boyfriend’s. Smirking at him, you pulled your own shirt off before unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes settling on your chest before slowly dragging them back up to meet your darkened gaze. Tilting his head at you, you quipped, “What are you waiting for?” Yoongi scoffed before approaching you and pushing your body so you fell against the mattress. He reached for the waist of your jeans, taking no time in unzipping them and tugging them down your legs, you lifting your hips to help him. Your panties were removed next, Yoongi dropping them to floor as he allowed his eyes to rake over your body, taking in every inch of you.

You sat up on your elbows, watching the man as he looked over your nude form. “For a man who brags an awful lot about being a king and a boss, you seem a bit timid, baby,” you teased in a sultry tone.

Your boyfriend scoffed again, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be patient,” he scolded, though he stepped toward you, nudging your inner knee with his leg, making you widen the gap between your thighs as he stared down at your center.

“My patience disappeared the moment I clicked play on that mixtape,” you smiled. “I want you.” With that, you sat up, your hands slipping underneath the waistband of his underwear, lowering them until they easily slid down his legs, pooling at his feet. You kept eye contact with him as you left a sweet kiss to his lower abdomen, just above his pelvic area.

He let out a quick breath as he smiled, lowering his body on top of yours, your back meeting the mattress. “If I had known Agust D would get you this worked up I would have released a mixtape two years ago,” he joked, your hands grabbing onto his sides as his lips found yours, kissing you passionately.

One of his arms was being used to prop himself up overtop you as his opposite hand slid down to your core, his fingers feeling between your legs. He groaned into your mouth at feeling how wet you’d become, and you smiled against his lips.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you used your strength to push against his body, rolling him over and straddling his hips. Yoongi’s breath was heavy and shallow as he anticipated being inside you, his large hands gripping your hips, his eyes eagerly taking in the sight of your form on top of him. He always did love you on top.

Placing one of your hands to his chest, your other found his hardened length. You stroked him a few times, Yoongi letting out a soft moan at the feeling, his hand sliding up your abdomen to your breast as he squeezed the supple flesh in his palm. At his touch, you guided him to your entrance, sharply intaking breath at the feeling of him slipping inside, letting the air out in a throaty moan.

“Fuck, Kid,” Yoongi breathed out, pinching your nipple between his fingers as you moved your hand from his dick to his chest, bracing yourself against him as you began slowly grinding atop him. Yoongi’s hand left your breast to your thigh, clutching the muscle as he bit his lip, watching your body move. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You held back a moan as you increased your pace, looking up to the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut as he hit particularly deep. “Fuck,” you breathed out, lowering your gaze to Yoongi’s face, meeting his hooded eyes as he looked up at you in bliss.

His chest was like velvet underneath your hands and you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. As if reading your mind, Yoongi moved his hands to your lower back, pulling you toward him so your chest was flush with his. He kissed you messily as he lifted his hips off the bed to move in and out of you as he held you to his body.

“I love you so much,” he confessed shakily against your lips, his breathing erratic due to the pleasure you were giving him.

“Oh my god, Yoongi, I love you,” you moaned, moving your face to his neck where you kissed and nibbled his skin lightly.

Wanting to treat him, you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, sitting back up as you rocked back and forth on him, arching your back and placing a hand to his thigh to support yourself. Yoongi’s hands grabbed onto the sides of your legs as he watched you, looking more and more fucked out the longer you rode him.

Eyeing his thin but toned body, his smooth skin, and the flex of his abdomen as he took sharp breaths, you groaned. “You look so good,” you told him, admiring the man beneath you. Your man. All yours. “Feel so good,” you moaned.

One of Yoongi’s hands left your leg to find your hand that was pressed against his lower abdomen. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly as he locked his gaze on yours.

The intimate action had your lower abdomen tightening. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand toward him which he grabbed with his other hand, helping you to support yourself as your motions atop him became hastier, approaching your high.

“Yoon, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby,” he nodded, squeezing your hands as you neared your climax. “Me too.”

You let out a whimper, lowering your body to Yoongi’s again, your dewy chest meeting his, Yoongi wrapping his arms around your lower back as you both worked each other into your finishes. Yoongi buried his face in your neck as he let out small muffled grunts, you breathing out a moan in his ear. As he came, he hugged your body to his tightly, letting go inside you. The feeling of him releasing had you crashing into your own high, biting your lip as you moaned breathily, Yoongi kissing your neck sweetly as you came down.

You relaxed atop Yoongi, breathing heavy as his fingers toyed with the small of your back, soothing back and forth along the curve of your ass. You had a hand on his neck, slipping your fingers into his damp strands, your other hand on his chest, dragging your fingers along his pectoral.

“The mixtape is really good,” you assured him in a whisper, kissing his jaw. “Well, what I’ve heard so far.”

Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle, flattening a palm on your lower back. “Thank you, Kid.”

“No need to thank me, I’m just being honest.”

“No, thank you for always supporting me. In everything,” he clarified, emotion thick in his voice.

You lifted your head to peer at his face, catching the glassy shine in his eyes. “Always,” you assured him.

He nodded, looking at you with a soft smile. “I know,” he whispered, barely audible, giving away that he didn’t trust his voice, knowing it would break if he spoke louder. “It means- you mean the world.”

You lowered your lips to his face, giving his plush cheek a small kiss. “I never would’ve thought Agust D would be so soft after sex,” you teased with a big smile, Yoongi scoffing, though he couldn’t hold back his gummy grin.

He groaned loudly, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m starving,” he changed the topic, making you giggle.

“Well, lucky for you, your girlfriend made you a delicious nearly cooked meal that is probably very cold at this point,” you smirked.

“Oh, lucky for me?” He questioned with a small smile.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed with a small chuckle.

Yoongi sucked air between his teeth, ticking his head to the side. “Remind me to wife you up later.”

You scoffed playfully, rolling off his body as you prepared to stand up and find some clothes. “In your dreams, Min.”

Scooping your t-shirt off the floor, you slipped it over your head before grabbing a pair of panties from your dresser drawer, all while Yoongi’s eyes followed your every move. Sending your boyfriend an air kiss from where he sat at the edge of the bed watching you, you walked toward the bedroom door. “Hurry up and get dressed, Gramps, I need your album commentary.”

You exited the room, turning toward the bathroom to clean yourself up. Yoongi shook his head with a chuckle. “Yeah, in my dreams,” he mumbled as he stood up to get dressed. Taking his sweet ass time, you walked back past the bedroom toward the kitchen, noticing him still stumbling around for a shirt.

“Hey, hustle, Min! I still have a music video to watch, my dude!” You called out to him as he looked to you with widened eyes. “Your shirt is out here, by the way.”

“Ah, what did I tell you about patience,” he whined out, a pout on his lips as he walked through the hallway, grabbing his shirt on his way, feeling full of appreciation and adoration for you.

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Fic Rec (it's been too long and I read a whole lot of fics)

I've read so many fics these past couple of months and my need to share them to the world has seized me by the throat. Please enjoy and support these fanfic writers! They are the best. XD

[Naruto]

Nine-Tailed Foxes are Dead by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Shikamaru/Naruto

For Konoha, it's been one month since the preliminary Chunin exams. For Naruto, it's been six. And he wasn't in Konoha.

At the end of his ordeal, Naruto walks into the Chunin Exam finals without his left arm.

Shikamaru is very concerned. And, eventually, very precious to Naruto as they work together to solve the mysteries of Konoha and bring kindness to the Shinobi world, one adventure at a time.

(I would die for this fic. I know the summary sounds doom and gloom but IT'S NOT. This fic made me fucking cry, I don't think I've ever read a fic that characterized Naruto so right. He's so full of hope and love and develops into the best version of himself and I'm so HERE FOR IT. And it's not just Naruto, Shikamaru is absolutely amazing here along with Kakashi and surprise surprise Ino, I can't BELIEVE it took me this long to stumble across this fic. Also THE WORLDBUILDING IS TO DIE FOR!!! And the plot! Is! So! Interesting! Just, everything about this fic is just amazing so please PLEASE read this!!!)

The End of the Uchiha by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Naruto/Sasuke

“I promise, little electric spirit of this shrine,” he whispered into the soft dirt and fallen leaves, “I will never gain the eyes. I will never pass them on. And I will make sure the eyes end in my brother, so that they can’t hurt anybody anymore. I will be the last Uchiha, and see to the end of the Copy-Wheel Clan. Then all of the hatred here can stop, and my family can rest peacefully. I promise, little shrine.”

Sasuke is more than his brother thinks he is. He's more than any Uchiha has ever been. He will kill his brother, but it will not be vengeance.

It will be mercy.

(Same author as the one above, they are the gift that keeps on giving. Seriously, HOW did I NEVER FIND THESE FICS before now??? One of life's greatest mysteries. The author's sense of humor is so on point here along with the atmospheric writing that's so vivid in the mind. Their writing style is so recognizable to me now and makes me fall into the world they're creating, it's stunning. Sasuke here makes me want to hug him and the idea of him living like a feral ghibli character has me LIVING. Check the tags of the fic, all of it is true, hand to god. Please give all of the author's fics a shot, it's a rabbit hole I'm thankful I fell into!)

mil fantasmas (gritan en calma) by LegaciesandMemories

Post-Tsukuyomi, something in Uchiha Sasuke's mind shatters. The same night, Yamanaka Ino falls asleep and doesn't wake up for 15 days.

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In which Ino and Sasuke both wake from the aftermath of the Uchiha Massacre with the ability to see ghosts, and no one is prepared for the fallout.

(This fic has arrested my curiosity and eagerness to know what will happen next. These poor kids need so many hugs and Ino is getting the spotlight she deserves. I am so excited for this fic and what it has in store! Please read! XD)

Lichtenberg Figures by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Name: Kakashi Hatake Rank: Jounin Status: Missing Nin Missing Since: June 15th, 271 AD Note: Flee on Sight . . . Haburashi looked his team in the eyes— three, fresh out of the Academy genin— and resolved to teach them as best as he could. And right now, his lesson was simple: “Stay. Away. From. Kakashi. Hatake.”

(Dimension travel fic with a slice of Kakashi being an absolute troll and dealing with the shitty hand he's been dealt with. Seriously, the man has the worst luck in all of Konoha. Also, the mystery of the other Kakashi's history has me leaning by the edge of my seat, I need to know.)

The Governess by Ysmirel

Ship: Kakashi/OFC

"“What,” he finally asked, “is so funny?”

Ibara bit her lower lip to keep the chuckles in, still smiling and making absolutely no effort to get more space between them, seemingly perfectly at ease within reach of a trained shinobi. Her self-control wasn't all that good, as she ended up snorting and was overcame once again by another fit of laughter. “I just- It's just-” She struggled to speak, trying to catch her breath and wiping away tears of mirth with the hand that wasn't still holding onto his vest. Finally, she looked him in the eye and said, with a smile that was all teeth and without a hint of her previous drunken stupor, “and who's going to believe you?”

As he stood there, stunned by her words and change in demeanor, he realized with dawning horror that she was right."

In which Kakashi finds himself at the other end of the troll shtick, and he doesn't appreciate it all that much.

(It's so hard to find self-insert fics with a fresh concept these days, especially in the naruto fandom. Not that I don't enjoy and devour a lot of self insert fics like it's going out of style, but it's just so nice to find something new and shiny and really damn good. I'm so pumped for this fic and how it's going to develop so please join me in rooting for this fic!)

half a league (until the valley of death) by SpectersShadow117

Kakashi can think of no reason for Sasuke's inexplicable and drastic change in behavior. He doesn't like the desperate, haunted gleam in his student's eyes, and he also doesn't like the nagging feeling that he's missing something very important. Aka: Future Sasuke goes to Past Sasuke and gives him a reality check with Specific Intentions, but as with most Uchiha, his methods leave much to be desired. (Featuring: Childhood trauma FTW, Konoha's shitty care of orphans, and absolutely no one having a fun time.)

(Sasuke wanting to change the future out of complete and utter spite has me LIVING. Sasuke is such a Mess here and the twist on the time travel premise is so good and the kid is so Traumatized and Desperate and Not Having A Good Time. Naruto and Sakura developing as better ninjas and Kakashi trying his best makes me want to scream. Also, how Sasuke thinks about Itachi makes me want to cackle. I am 100% down for this. I am rooting for this kid, go get them! XD)

[Harry Potter]

fruit loops in time (circle around me) by justprompts

Ships: Harry/Draco, Remus/Sirius

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," the blonde boy says, pointing at the two boys next to him. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Ma - "

Ron laughs, and Malfoy immediately bristles.

"Think my name's funny, do you?" Malfoy says, angrily. "No need to ask yours - "

"You're honestly so cute," Ron interrupts, yet again, shaking his head. "So tiny. And so angry, all the time. It's adorable."

Alternatively Ron Weasley, Time Traveller Extraordinaire, is stuck in the same seven year Hogwarts Loop, repeating the same thing over and over again. Naturally, he's so done with everything.

(This is the greatest hp fic I've ever read. I LOVE RON WEASLEY and by the time you read this fic SO WILL YOU!! This is the fic I WISH I have the ability to write. I read this entire fic aloud to my brother and we spent literal hours howling and talking about how utterly insane and incredible this fic is, it's amazing. This is hands down my favorite Ron Weasley. You Can Pry This Fic From My Cold Dead Fingers.)

[Boku no Hero Academia]

Kacchan's Cult by Ourliazo

Pro Hero Ground Zero is attacked, originally meant to be de-aged out of existence by a desperate villain but is instead launched into his 14-year-old self.

But Katsuki is a fucking pro so whatever, time to fuck up someone's day. And sure, maybe he's only one man, but that's why he conscripts the entirety of the UA student body into tearing down some criminal empires.

(It's time travel, crack, and Bakugou being his usual explody, competent self. What more in life do you want? Seriously though, please read. I'm obsessed with this fic and having a Good Time!)

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

(A great deal of fun packed into one fic. That is how I title this fic and nothing will change my mind! Hideo just wants to quietly do his job and not get in the way. I Relate. Please read!)

Poltergeist by WriterGreenReads

Class 1-A is haunted.

Well, not really.

I AM dead, though.

World's friendliest poltergeist, at your service.

(I don't know how I got so sucked into OC fics, but I found some fantastic fics along the way so I have no regrets. The author really tries to push the premise and I just love all the interactions and dynamics that form as the fic gets further in. And the OC character and all the hijinks they get up to cracks me up! At the same time, it's pretty heartwarming and it's practically a friendships galore fic! Definitely recommend it!)

invincible by supercrunch for Engrin

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

This is the way the world works: the sun rises in the east. The strong come out on top. Bakugou Katsuki rockets through life like a comet and Midoriya Izuku stumbles after. If he believed in such things Katsuki would say it was written in the stars. That some god of war had looked at him and said this one. That he’d been passed along a line to get his blessings – genius, willpower, fearless ambition – and dropped off on earth.

Then, of course, there is the question of Deku. The spitfire runt. Deku, no matter what the world does to him, never stops hoping.

Until, of course, he eventually does.

(Katsuki broke him. Snapped him in half like a twig and now has to scramble to put Deku back together. “We can do this, Deku," he says slowly. "There are so many mysteries that never got put to bed. Criminals roaming around looking to hurt people and you and me, we can fix that.”

There’s a long pause. The comforter slips a little off Deku’s skinny shoulders and drowns him. “You mean like a team?”

In that split second, Katsuki makes a decision he’s never even considered. He swallows his pride. “Yeah, Deku. We’d be a team.”)

(If there was any other way canon could've gone, this is the story I would've wanted. It's perfect.)

Inadvertent Wilderness Therapy by Cacid

Following an unfortunate encounter with a teleporter on the last day of internships, Bakugou Katsuki and Hakamata Tsunagu spend some quality time in northern Canada.

In no particular order they will: build ugly survival shelters, stalk rabbits, run from polar bears, reflect on the chemical composition of trees, insult each other, and complain about krumholtz.

(THESE TWO. TOGETHER. IN THE WILDERNESS. IN FUCKING CANADA OF ALL PLACES. I still can't believe this fic actually exists and just how INVESTED I became in their relationship. Blue Jeanist instantly became my favorite ranked hero with this fic alone. HIS SENSE OF HUMOR IS TERRIBLE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FNIEWOPAF. BAKUGOU DOES TOO. IT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE. *incoherent screeching into the wild*)

[Stranger Things]

Baci D'aria by RabbitDarling

“Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.” ― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

Steve learned a lot at his Aunt's side before she passed but his favourite thing she taught him was baci d'aria; special little spells that you created from the heart and put into the food you shared.

In opening his heart and gifts to those around him Steve slowly finds himself a family in a way he never thought he'd get to experience. One by One he collects pre-teens to trail in his wake like ducklings and Steve can't even refute it by the time he realizes what has happened.

(This fic is so soft and Steve is just collecting people and winning them over with his magical food (literally). I am always a sucker for heartwarming, good for the soul fics so if you want to make yourself hungry and feel all warm and gooey inside, read this!)

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by TeaFourTwo

Ship: Steve/Billy

He looks down at the blood on his hands and on the floor and wonders why the memory hasn’t broken yet, why he isn’t back in Starcourt mall with control of his body again, wonders if he's even still alive at all. Is this hell then? Or perhaps purgatory? It certainly isn’t heaven, that’s for sure. None of this makes any sense…but then what's new—nothing in Billy’s life makes sense anymore.

Billy laughs then, loud and long and unhinged. It's the only sound in the whole house, and it bounces off the walls like a fucked up echo, like the world is laughing with him.

“Jesus christ you’re insane…” It’s Max’s voice and it’s shaking. It only makes Billy laugh harder, because Max has it all wrong. Billy isn’t crazy, it’s the rest of the world that’s insane.

Billy dies a hero of sorts. He wakes up back in his bed on Saturday morning, the third of November, 1984...nearly nine months earlier.

(Billy is stuck in a time loop and it's slowly driving him crazy. And the fic shows just how much influence Billy did have in the plot and how doomed the world is without him in it. Great character exploration with Billy's character and all the ways he's so messy and human. Definitely recommend it!)

[Knives Out]

The Road Less Traveled By by UisceOneLove

Ship: Marta/Ransom

If Harlan wants to leave Ransom to be on his own, fine. He'll show him just what Ransom Drysdale is capable of.

or, where Ransom chooses to prove his abilities through means of the non-homicidal variety and finds himself becoming exactly what Harlan was hoping he would.

(I found this fic out of sheer chance and god, Ransom is just, so fascinating to me as a character. Marta of course is the Best here and I will forever stan her. Seriously, this is such a good fic! Please read!)

[Haikyuu!!]

Sky Full of Stars by grilledsquids

The Hinatas are twins. They're practically identical.

But while Shouyou seeks out Karasuno's volleyball team to become the next Little Giant, Natsu is scouted to to play soccer for Shiratorizawa. While Shouyou sets his eyes on playing volleyball at the highest level possible, his sister wonders how much longer she can play soccer... and if it's worth it to keep going.

A Natsu-centric story featuring: Shiratorizawa VBC shenanigans, too many soccer OCs, mild teenage drama, a little bit of plot, and Semi Eita not knowing what a period is.

(It's just!! So cute and wholesome!!! The Shiratorizawa volleyball team is so fleshed out along with the OC characters for the girl's soccer team and I swear, it's been a long while since I've laughed this much at the sheer shenanigans that happen in a fic. It's surprisingly hard to find good gen fics in this fandom so finding this gem made me so happy! If you want a fic that brings a smile to your face, read this!!)

like water by speakingincode

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says, and when Tooru looks at him, he can read My best friend’s an idiot off the crease of his eyebrows. “Are you telling me you spent the last three years weirdly obsessed with Kageyama – I still remember the time you made us play him on a dumb whim, you know – and now you’re at his beck and call? Are you okay? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m— I’m not at his beck and call! I said no last week. It’s… It’s like you said. I get bored easily. I saw him at the park a couple weeks after they played Nationals and called him a perfect little tyrant, and he pestered me into spending time with him after,” Tooru says. “I’m not a monster, Iwa-chan. If he wants the company of his cool, handsome ex-upperclassman that badly, who am I to begrudge him?”

Or: Oikawa doesn't know why Kageyama keeps asking to meet him on Saturdays. He also doesn't know why he keeps saying yes.

(The fact this fic is canon-compliant and covers post-canon too makes me want to shout to the heavens. Fucking incredible! One of the best Oikakage fics ever and it's a crime how it's not at the top of the ship tag. Please please read!!)

twist into your shape by kakkoweeb

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

The only thing better than sweets were sweets containing paper that told you whether your future would be good or bad--or in Kageyama and Oikawa's case, paper that somehow caused you to live inside each other's bodies.

(Everyone probably already read this fic but it needs to be said, you need to read this fic. How these two try and manage each other's lives and slowly start to care about one another is so beautiful and sincere and I am ready to wrestle anyone to the floor and comply them into reading this fic. Doesn't matter if you like the ship, you will become a fan if you read it, I promise. Please please read!!)

Take the Long Road Home by pepperfield

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

When Azumane Asahi goes missing before his engagement meeting with Kozume Kenma, what other option is there but for Daichi to impersonate his brother and fake his way through a first date with Asahi's fiance?

Okay, let's be realistic - there were probably at least four other options.

Unfortunately, Tetsurou couldn't come up with any of them either, so now he's here flirting with Kenma's future husband while trying to keep his web of deceit from collapsing.

It's going to be an eventful day.

(I got obsessed with this ship alongside Oikakage and SO WILL YOU. THE POTENTIAL. THE BANTER. THE FACT THEY'RE BOTH DORKS AND THE FIC HAS IDENTITY SHENANIGANS DANCING ALL OVER IT!! I had so much fun reading this and these two are MEANT TO BE FENIWPAF. If you don't see the potential of this ship, you will now.)

a misunderstanding a day keeps the boyfriend away by bartallen for betuls

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

Kuroo doesn’t fall in love hard and fast like many others do – he falls slowly, and very very softly. Most of the times he doesn’t even realise he’s in love with someone until it’s too late.

(Kuroo is the dumbest man alive and I've never related to someone so hard in my life. God help me.)

You like me. by roseknight

Ship: Daishou/Kuroo

Kuroo nearly lived a Daishou-free life, and sometimes he looked back and wondered how much better and how much worse that would've been.

(I didn't even know who Daishou was until I read this fic and now I can't unsee the potential this ship has. I'm a ruined woman and I regret NOTHING.)

Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by EzzyDean

Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them.

What could possibly go wrong?

(The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)

(CAPTAIN SQUAD IS THE BEST SQUAD SOMEBODY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SEND ME SOME CAPTAIN SQUAD FICS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS SQUAD IT'S A PROBLEM AAAAHHHHHH!)

宿縁 : See You Soon by MissKiraBlue

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

Upon arriving at the train station of death, an impure soul is granted a second chance at life against his will. Reincarnating into the body of Kageyama Tobio, a 15-year-old boy who recently committed suicide. Tobio's soul will depart at death and the soul needs to slip in to replace it. If the soul's reformation succeeds, he’ll reenter the cycle of rebirth and regain the right to be reborn. He will have three months to accomplish this task.

“Even though you had enough of life,” the soul whispered into the void of the room, “you were still afraid to hurt your hands, Tobio.”

Afraid of giving himself a scar, if he survived.

He touched his pulse and grasped life and couldn’t help but pity Kageyama Tobio.

"You wanted to die and now I’m here making you live again," he whispered into the night.

(I'm not even exaggerating when I say out of all the fics in this entire goddamn, too long list, this is the fic I'm anticipating and heart eyeing the most. It's only starting, but I already cried on chapter fucking 2, the power of this fic, holy shit. The author also wrote the hq time loop Every Tomorrows series, which I have an undying love for and am full on praying for the day it updates, so you KNOW this fic will be just as good. (Anybody who hasn't read this series, where the hell have you been?? Read it!!) Just, everything about this fic hurts me and something in my chest just aches when I read this fic. Go into it blind with an open heart and I swear to you, it's going to change your life. I'm already calling it. Seriously though, please please read!)

[Crossover]

Learning to Fly by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, Naruto

The number three hero is a walking (well, flying) contradiction in every sense of the word. This includes his teaching skills. Why had Tokoyami agreed to this internship again? Oh right. He’d thought he was actually going to learn something. …….remind him to never be so optimistic again. . . . OR, Kakashi Hatake is reincarnated as the pro hero, Hawks. Tokoyami Fumikage suffers as a result.

(The reincarnation fic I never thought I needed and it's so good!! I've never really paid attention to Tokoyami and this fic sent me headfirst into loving him. Their dynamic is so interesting and I just love how their relationship develops. Also, Kakashi trolling the poor kid made me cackle, it's great! Definitely recommend it!)

Si Vis Pacem by athenoot

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, John Wick

Everything has a price. That's what John has always known and will forever remember, even in death.

Which is pretty ironic considering his current circumstance.

Instead of a grown, scarred, weary body belonging to a man as cruel and broken as him, he's inhabiting a younger, smaller, unblemished one belonging to a child with strangely colored hair, and is living in what seems to be a superhuman society.

Well. May it never be said that John isn't a strategist. He can live with this. Maybe.

(Somewhere out there in the universe, he's certain he could hear the laughter of his enemies from beyond the grave.)

Or: John Wick is reincarnated as Midoriya Izuku. The world should probably watch its back.

(This should be one of the crackiest fics I've read in a while, but it's taken so seriously and I'm so HERE FOR THIS. John Wick being John Wick in a world of quirks and heroes is the GREATEST, honestly, he's so badass. Bakugou, I feel for you, you must be so fucking confused lol. Bakugou trying his best to be a good friend is one of the best things about this fic. Trust me, this fic will make your day, promise!)

A Girl's Mind is a Dangerous Place by clenastia

Fandoms: Naruto, Fairy Tail

Natsu wakes up in Sakura's body. It only gets worse from there. Also known as: In Which Natsu has No Idea what to do with Boobs.

(I binged this in two fucking days, I couldn't put it down. This fic reminded me why I liked fairy tail when I was younger and why Natsu is honestly such a great protagonist, god. And the fic does that thing, you know, the Thing where when two worlds collide, the characters struggle to acclimate and adapt to a completely another world with different rules and mindsets against their own. This fic is seriously one of the best when it comes to that aspect, it's incredible. I am going absolutely feral over here for this fic to update, I'm waiting in the wings, ready to pounce like a tiger, all the metaphors man. For the love of god, read this fic.)

Give me a landscape made of obstacles by Melise

Fandoms: Naruto, Natsume's Book of Friends

Kakashi Hatake isn’t who he says he is.

Because the truth is that he’s actually a youkai in disguise, a wolf spirit named Madara who stumbled across the Hatake clan during the Warring States Period. Intrigued by the shinobi he saw, he’d proposed a temporary alliance in which he would offer the clan protection in exchange for their teachings.

Decades later, Madara is surprised to find himself inadvertently summoned to Konoha by the last living member of the Hatake clan. Sakumo Hatake, who is mourning the recent deaths of his wife and stillborn child, doesn’t want to be alone anymore. So with his permission, Madara takes the place of Sakumo’s deceased son in order to watch over the last Hatake.

(Fusion in which the youkai of Natsume’s Book of Friends all exist in the Naruto world. No knowledge of Natsume’s Book of Friends required).

(Before this fic, I only had a very vague idea of what Natsume's Book of Friends was, and honestly, I still don't know much about it. But I didn't really need to know to get into this fic. I love the worldbuilding and the relationships Kakashi forms, both supernatural and mortal. I love how Kakashi's inhumane ways affect others around him, whether to stress them out or become used to the strange. You can go straight into this fic without knowing anything and absolutely still have a fantastic time. I definitely recommend this so please read!)

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