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stvharrngton · 7 months

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kinktober: day three

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: hair pulling

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, slightly dom!reader and sub!steve

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Steve swore you did it on purpose.

He swore that you wore that skimpy little skirt that barely covered your ass on your date only to tease him. The pleats of the white pleats so innocently tickling your bare thighs, the doughy flesh so soft and inviting. He tried to stop his eyes from wandering every five minutes, soon realising that he was no better than any other sleazy guy, but it was no use.

He told you no less on the drive back to his apartment, leaned over the centre console and whispered right in your ear that you’d been driving him crazy all night, that he couldn’t wait to get you home and get between your legs, in a few words or less.

You found yourself pressed up against the wall of Steve’s living room, curtains still wide open from before he left, the glow of the moon illuminating your skin in a white light. His soft lips kissing over any exposed skin he could find; your neck, your collarbone, your cleavage.

Hands clutching at Steve’s broad shoulders, you gently pushed the boy until he was on his knees before you. He blinked up at you, all wide eyed and feverish, his pretty pink lips parted ever so slightly. Steve’s large hands gripped your thighs before he soon got the hint, reaching up to pull your panties down until they pooled at your ankles.

Threading your fingers through his soft chestnut locks, your eyes fluttered closed as Steve pressed a sweet kiss to the apex of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther, granting him access to what he really wanted. Steve licked a flat stripe up your pussy, before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.

A pretty little moan escaped your lips, your free hand travelling up your stomach until it settled on your chest, squeezing and groping at your still clothed tits, the other remained rooted in Steve’s hair. You loved the feeling of the boy’s hair beneath your fingertips, his soft tresses giving you something to tug on from time to time when you got between the sheets.

“Fuck,” you mewled, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Steve continued to lick at you. Tongue swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.

Steve hummed against you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Steve was good at giving head, was good at eating you out, knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it. But that never stopped him from marvelling at the pleasure he was able to give you.

Before long you had freed your tits from their confines, bra and top shoved down messily, your finger and thumb tweaking your own nipple. You were lost in the way Steve was making you feel, your skin hot and buzzing, your head dizzy, the only thoughts in your head revolved around Steve and his tongue.

Steve wrapped his lips around your clit now, lips sucking harshly on the sweet little bud. “Oh, Stevie,” you cried out, tugging at his hair harshly.

He groaned wildly below you, eyes squeezing shut as Steve dug his fingers into your thighs. Your eyes shot open at the noise, worrying you’d hurt him, your gaze flitting down to where Steve was eating your pussy with more enthusiasm than ever before.

As if a switch flicked in your brain, you tugged on Steve’s hair again as you rutted your hips back and forth, grinding your cunt on Steve’s mouth. The pressure building in your lower stomach as the metaphorical coil tightened.

“Fuck,” you moaned, placing your one leg over Steve’s shoulder, the boy’s eyes blown out at your movements, “love using you like this, Stevie. Love rubbing my wet little pussy on your mouth ‘til I’m cumming.”

Steve’s lashes fluttered, heat rising to his cheeks as his eyes rolled back. His skin is painted with a pink flush, his mouth and chin messy with your juices. He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine.

You mewled above him, your hips rocking against his mouth, “Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good,” you whined, nails raking over his scalp as you tugged at the strands once more, the boy whimpering into your pussy, “you like that, huh, Stevie?”

He nodded as best he could, his cock straining and aching so hard against his jeans, doing everything in his power not to think about how he needed to sink into you so badly, lest he would bust right there in his jeans.

“Shit,” the word came out as a strangled moan, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly, “‘m gonna cum, gonna cum all over your mouth an- and then take you upstairs and, fuck, just like that, milk your cock for everything it’s got.”

The tip of his nose stroked your clit with every roll of your hips, the sight below you of his wild hair and warm brown eyes boring into your own gleefully pushed you over the edge. You writhed above him, your head thrown back against the wall and you mumbled and whined a mix of moans and incoherent babble. Steve kept licking and sucking at you until you couldn’t take anymore, gently pushing him to sit back on his hunches.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath, your legs still wobbly as you leaned against the wall for purchase. You soon found enough strength to lean down to Steve’s level, taking his chin between your finger and thumb as you kissed him hotly, collecting your own orgasm from his lips.

“Y’gonna take me to bed, Stevie?” you whispered against the boys lips, before sauntering up the stairs, looking back at your boyfriend who you left dumbfounded on the living room floor.

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mamayan · 10 months

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YANDERE SHIGARAKI X READER! ♡

♡ HEADCANONS ♡

Yandere Shigaraki Tomura Headcanons: Pre/Post Glow Up☆彡

Danger level: 8/10 pre and 4/10 post glow up!

SFW:

He’d taken you long before he underwent his transformation with All for One.

You’d been captured and imprisoned long ago, under the sadistic hand of a very nihilistic and childish sadist.

Why? You had a quirk resistant to his, is what initially caught his interest. Though, how could he not want you, after finding out exactly who you are? How could he just let you continue your day to day oblivious to him? Was he being left behind again by the world?

He was volatile in the beginning. Your own panic and fear would fuel his rage and outbursts. He didn’t want to hurt you, per-say, but bruising and damage were sustained on his worse days. Psychological damage ensures with it all too. He’s unhinged even on good day, and his affections can be warped and twisted.

Once you’d finally accepted and figured out you were never leaving him, let alone able to even lift a finger to fight him despite being immune to his quirk, you fell into a decent routine. Wake up around noon, when he rose. Wash up, if he allowed it. Eat, if he remembered to give you food, or find some snacks laying around. Watch him play video games or join him, if he lets you. Repeat.

He’s absolute garbage at first with you. He hardly cares for himself, let alone another person. He takes pleasure in depriving you of luxuries (soap is not a luxury but you can’t argue that with him) at first. It’s amusing degrading and humiliating you too.

He’ll put a collar on you, maybe even dress you up like a pet or in a maid costume. He’s a young lunatic overstimulated and underwhelmed all at once, he’s honestly not even intentionally trying to be cruel. He just is.

A changing point in the relationship is actually due to the League. When he begins valuing his members, he begins maturing. This translates to you too thankfully. The longer and better behaved you are, and ironically the more loving you become (touch starved) he’ll begin to reciprocate.

Don’t think he’ll ever apologize though. He won’t. He doesn’t even feel guilty either. Just be grateful he’s being better to you.

Your time with him will improve gradually and then rapidly. It’ll be a shock to your system the night and day treatment. He’ll go from shoving your face into the dirty carpet with his boot on your head, to cradling you to his chest because you woke up from a nightmare crying (a nightmare or memory of him?).

Ironically, he nearly does come close to killing you due to All for One. As Tomura fights for control, he nearly slips and strangles you to death.

It flipped a switch for him, to realize he might lose you for real. Not like a video game end, but to never feel your soft skin or smell you or hear your voice.

He’s sobbing, holding you and wanting to push you away all at once afterward. He’ll be calling a doctor immediately, getting you looked after in front of the League and everything. They won’t be too shocked, knowing of your presence, but the terror they see on Tomura’s face at your pain and fear.

He feels sick to his stomach when you look at him in fear after that. Explaining it wasn’t him that wanted to hurt you ever, is a hard thing to sell, when just months prior he’d fractured your wrist.

Actually puts in work and care now. Towards your comfort and happiness. Filling the area he makes for you with all that makes you happy, plushies, books, games, Tv, painting supplies. Don’t go crazy though, he’s still a deranged mass murderer, he’s got boundaries still.

He begins valuing your opinion. Asking you questions. Treating you like an equal, ironic considering your prior position in his mind.

To you, post merged Tomura is 100% better than he was before. Be grateful he’s changed for the better, because now he’s even stronger and more powerful, more confident and sure of himself and what he wants.

NSFW: THIS IS REALLY DARK AT FIRST SO YOU HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WARNED

He gives little to no fucks when he first imprisons you. You aren’t even really a human in his eyes, more like a whiny pathetic doll for him to use. It’s your fault in the first place, your quirk allows him full access to touch without worry of destroying you. He destroys you anyway, but you fortunately or unfortunately live.

Sex is painful and selfish with Tomura in the beginning, he’s a virgin when he takes you, but he’s got plenty of internet porn and knowledge to use. He does EVERYTHING. You don’t like it? Who fucking asked, certainly not him. He’ll tie you to his bed and leave you there ALL day for him to fuck and cum inside and go back to his games when he’s finished. Do you cum? Not at first.

Your pleasure or needs are worthless, and he even begins to take pleasure in how little you receive. He enjoys depriving you of everything that could possibly bring you joy. So edging and then leaving you high and dry, achy and used holes dripping with his cum, is his favorite activity. He’ll make you sleep on the floor after too, chain hooked to your collar so you stay right where he’s tied you up. You’re nothing better than a dog to him, a useless cumslut he can fill and throw away. “Stop fucking crying! I’ll give you something to cry about, how about that bitch?” He’s not above hitting you either, slapping you across the face, bruising your cheeks in a death grip. He inwardly LOVES any touch, and if it’s violent and terrifying? At least you’re alive. He’s been merciful enough to you already. Never mind the nausea he feels afterward, the way he breaks into a cold sweat watching what his treatment is slowly but surely doing to you.

He just wants your wet warm hole wrapped around him. Whether it’s your cunt or your ass or your mouth, as long as he’s fucking you. He’s violent and cruel, both his actions and words. They leave you reeling and begging. In fact, a turning point happens when you say something that has him going soft immediately. You’ll be especially sensitive and sore, abused too much too recently to take another rough session but he’s had a bad day and will be taking it out on you. Broken and bloody, he’ll still fuck your unprepared cunt/ass, laughing and finding his usual enjoyment as he drags it out sadistically. Spitting into your mouth before smacking you as you cough and choke. He’s a monster. And you snap too. “Please… please…” He’ll be grunting and moaning as he pistons his hips into you, chuckling as you beg and sob beneath him. “That’s it slut, beg for my cum. Beg me to fill you up! Who fucking owns you, huh? Answer!” You’ll be delirious, lack of sleep, nutrition, comfort of any kind, and the pain and fear compiling up. You’ll beg for something else as he fucks you, “please let me die… please kill me.. please… I want to die… please…” He’ll stop dead in his tracks and freeze up. It’ll knock the air out of his lungs. He’ll feel nauseous and maybe even have to leave to vomit but all the same he’ll be forced to come back to your chained limp figure on the bed in a state he never really noticed before.

He’d broken you, is the realization he’ll come to. Your body pathetically laid out how he liked, but your state near dead already. It’ll make him psychotic, more than he already is, when all he can see now is the abuse he’s experienced laid out before him. He’ll feel like his father, like worse than the villain he is. He’s never felt guilt like this before. Not even the guilt he feels towards his mother can add up to this. He’ll panic and leave you there all night.

When he comes back, seeing you just how he left you, broken, it’ll flip a switch.

He’ll untie/unchain you. He’ll be silent the entire time, taking you into the bathroom and cleaning you up. Probably the first bath you’ve had in weeks. He’ll be gentle too. So damn gentle. It’ll also be an odd moment for him as he cares for you for the first time. First aid is given, he’s checking your injuries in depth now and trying to bite back the apology that wants to spill out. He’s not sorry for taking and fucking you- he’s sorry you’re like this now. Limp and nearly lifeless, unresponsive except to flinch at every tough.

You’ll sleep in a clean bed that night, if only because the blood on the sheets makes him want to vomit. It’s your blood he drew. He’ll hold you, not fuck you, and just sit in the new silence. No more screaming or crying, no more yelling and cursing. It’s quiet.

It stays quiet too. You’re so subdued it’s difficult for him to grasp sometimes. He missed your noisy whimpers now. Your cute little sniffles. You’ll be getting the most physical and soft contact, sat in his lap wrapped in a blanket while he absentmindedly games.

The League will take him away longer now. He’ll be gone for extended periods of time. It worries him deeply when he does return to you perfectly where he left you. Silent. Like a real living doll now. It stresses him, more than he cares to admit. He can’t bring the anger or familiar outbursts out though. Your dull eyes leave him feeling helpless. He hates it. Hates you. Hates himself the most, for doing this to you.

He’ll undergo his transformation and nearly end your life because of his struggle with All for One. His master knows the depth of his care for you now, and he’s determined to take that away. Dragging you from your sleep with hands around your throat squeezing the life from you. You’d begged to die before, but the will to live is stronger than you’d thought as you struggle and plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to die. He’s been so kind lately. You were feeling better.

He’ll get close to killing you, barely able to stop before he snaps your neck. He’ll be sobbing over your unconscious body, finally regaining control. Cradling you to his chest as you hang on a thread in his arms. The League gets to see you for the first time as a doctor comes and treats you, or someone with a healing quirk.

Toga is actually a crucial tool to your survival. She’s instantly smitten with your broken spirit, and she’s determined to help you trust the Boss and love him. She’s not on your side, make no mistakes, but she’s a friend you’ll be grateful for nonetheless.

It takes a while, but eventually you do come around. You willingly lean into his touch now. You hug him back. You kiss him. The initiated intimacy Toga’s idea. You were originally too scared of pissing him off. Instead, he’s even more gentle and sweet to you. The more affectionate you are, the more he reciprocates in kind.

He’s still a violent man, capable and wanting of endless destruction, but he’s soft with you. Delicate touches. Almost as if he’s afraid of breaking what little is left of you, but if you push him a little with sweet words and praise, his face will be buried in your pussy.

When he cares about your pleasure, he cares about it. He’s tearing orgasms from you in rapid succession. You’ll cry for all new reasons now. Begging to have a little break, which he’ll give. He’ll hold you in his arms as he kisses you, your face, your neck. Whispering in your ear, “Such a good girl, you came so much, you think you can handle a little more for me?” and foolishly you’ll fall for it. Fall for him. It’s deranged and unhealthy, but you’ll be so far gone off the edge that it hardly matters.

He’s so sweet with you, opening your hole for him with his fingers. Driving you wild and delirious as you beg for his cock. His much larger cock than you remembered, but with how wet you are and how kind he’s being, it’s incredible being stretched out on it. He’ll rock into you slow and deep, maybe even pull you up into his lap and hold you to his chest while immobilizing you to fuck how he likes. You’ll like it too, you won’t be able to cover your mouth or quiet the noises you make as he hisses in your ear to cum. He’ll fill you up as much as you’d like. He’ll clean you up after, bathe you, eat some snacks with you, play video games with you, cuddle you. His aftercare gets better with time. He’ll listen if you tell him what you like.

Tell him you love him, he’ll really give you the world. Put your hands on his face, and kiss everywhere you can, while telling him how perfect he is, how much you adore him, how you can’t live without him. He’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it isn’t away from him, it’s yours.

You go from prisoner to queen pretty much overnight.

Your throne is his lap though. Be good, his punishments still exist, they’re just different. He won’t hit your face, but turning your sweet ass red isn’t beneath him.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Cheater : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Here's what you have been waiting for....

Warnigs: smut - MINORS DNI, cheating (duh), heavy swearing, threats, fight, hearbreak, no happy ending.

***

“Hello, baby” his silent whisper and hot breath on her face made her feel at home in his arms.

“Mmm, hello” she muttered, turning around to take him in. For someone so bruised and tired, coming straight from the patrol, Jason was surprisingly breathtaking. “Sore much?” the girl planted a chaste kiss on his lips, but he grabbed her waist and made her stay connected a bit longer, moving hands under her sleeping T-shirt in circular motions “Jason!” she scoffed when he switched positions to that she was pinned beneath him, forced to look straight into his eyes, not that she was complaining.

“Not more than usual” he smirked “And I think I still got some power in me if you are up for a bit of work.”

“Keep talking.” She titled her head, giving him more access to her skin. An opportunity he was more than willing to take.

“The things I want to do to you, baby….” He trailed kissing her skin, leaving scorching trails of his mouth alongside. “is not how a good girl should behave.”

“I am dating a vigilante, I suppose I lost the “good girl” title a long time ago and …. Ah, Jace!”

„Feel good already?” she didn’t even blink and her shirt was off, exposed nipples and breasts begging for his attention.

“More….”

“Oh, I have much more for you. Just let me work on you, baby.” He kissed both of those little rose buds eliciting another moan, back arching to get closer to him, hands tangling in his hair and guiding his head lower. He laughed at her willingness and pulled her pants down, exposing her to him fully.

“No underwear?”

“Who in their sound mind sleep in underwear?” she gritted

“I see I’ve taught you well, love. Always be prepared.”

“Shut up and just….”

“What?” he moved down and started kissing along her calf and inner thigh “do you need my tongue or fingers, sugar? You want to be a bad girl? You gotta tell me exactly how you want me to take you.”

“Oh, fuck, Jace…” he was kissing so close to where she needed him and it was getting so hot she could barely withstand it, and yet craved more “I need your dick. Now.”

“As you wish.”

It was amazing how fast he was with tearing his own clothes off, getting naked and ready as he put his weight on her. Such a sweet, sweet weight, pressing her into the mattress of the bed.

“Jason....”

“I’m going in” he panted pushing through her walls and starting pulling in and out immediately “you good there?”

“Yes, yes, yes….” She chanted like some spell, clutching onto his bicep and shoulders, running fingernails on his muscles, whining and begging ‘So good…. “

“Are you close? He asked, even if her face twisted in pleasure, slightly open lips and those whines told him everything he needed to know. The fact was, seeing her like this was definitely doing things to him and he wasn’t sure how long he could last. He grabbed her legs hooking them around his waist, changing the angle, going deeper, stretching her, hitting just the right place, everytime. “Come on, baby.” Words followed by nibbling on the soft spot on her neck ‘you make me feel so good. Just let yourself go, let me feel you on my cock. “ his soft whispers were the exact opposite of the speed and force with which he was snapping his hips into her. “Come on, babygirl.”

“Jason!” all that overstimulation pushed her into her climax with the intensity like never before. His name falling from her lips got him mesmerized when he rocked her thought it while fighting the overwhelming urge to just cum inside her. To paint her walls with his seed, to fully make her his.

But they talked about it many times before, none of them were ready for kids. Not with their vigilante lifestyle, crazy characters and emotional instability so barely second before explosion he pulled out, messing up the sheet instead of her body.

“One day I will claim you fully, baby” he panted, capturing her lips and kissing so gently so lovingly that if she wasn’t already spend she would initiate another round. “You are just perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jaybird.”

***

“Making me breakfast?” a few hours later, in the early morning, Y/N woke up from the little nap she had and came right into the kitchen, lured by the delicious smell. “Eggs?”

“Nah, I know you don’t like eating them 6 times a week. I made you pancakes instead.”

“Really?” she crossed the floor to kiss him “why so generous all of a sudden? What did you do, Jason?" she raised an eyebrow and smiled at him lovingly.

“What I can say? I like to spoil my girl. And if that gets me another kiss of yours ….”

“I’ll say my thanks after I taste ….”

“How about I give you a taste of something better?” he muttered moving closer to her, whispering in her ear, but she just laughed and took a step back.

“Take it easy tiger. If you think I can’t see all those bruises and cuts of yours, you are wrong. Can’t let you overexercise yourself. Besides, do you remember that we were invited by Babs and Dick for a game night?”

“Exactly. Night.” he rolled his eyes “And that means we have a whole day for ourselves and ….”

“And once we start we won’t ever stop going. So I need to halt you on getting your hands on me. At least for today. “ she smirked “Now. Give me my breakfast and go take a shower, cause baby, I hate to break it to you, but you stink.”

“Stink?” he scoffed “I smell like an alpha male. Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on..” he flexed his muscles, showing off.

“Oh, hell no! Now please stop showing your armpits!” she squealed and covered her nose “GO!” her happy laugh followed him on the way to the bathroom.

***

Jason todd was a skilled, careful vigilante and a perfectionist with a well-thought plan. He used to keep his walls up for so long, until on one of the patrols he met Y/N, who tear them all down. She was making him happy and loved and, however crazy that sounded, safe. He was not afraid to be open with her.

And this was about to become his undoing.

While he was absentmindedly showering, his phone left on the kitchen counter started buzzing from all the texts and notifications.

***

Y/N was the person who never stuck her nose into anyone else business, respecting boundaries and privacy. A few years spend with Jay only amplified that trait of hers since she never pushed him to do anything he would not like, be it physical or emotional vulnerability. So why did she feel the sudden urge, the tingling to sneak a peek at Jason’s phone screen? Was it an instinct? Was that just a curiosity? She wasn’t sure, but what she saw froze her to the core.

And much to her embarrassment it got her digging deeper.

***

She kept the pose for the rest of the day, acting like her normal self, hiding her feelings deep inside and giving her boyfriend an opportunity to come clean.

He didn’t.

And so they left for meeting with the other bats and co. in perfect moods.

Or at least it seemed so.

***

The atmosphere started rolling downhill the second the girls started playing that silly game with silly cards with silly questions.

"Would you ever be able to forgive your boyfriend for cheating?" Babs picked up the first card from the pile and turned towards Y/N.

"I'm sorry, what is this game about again?" the girl frowned, heat and pain forming in her chest.

"It's simple truth or dare." Stephanie grinned, patting her shoulder reassuringly "don't stress too much."

"Extreme truth or dare I see..."

"Come on, Y/n, answer it. After all it's all hypothetical, right?"

"Mhm, right, it's all hypothetical" Y/N muttered, her eyes travelling to the other side of the room, focusing on Jason, who was just casually talking to Dick, unaware of the fact that she knew. Just leaning on the doorframe, beer in hands, that characteristic smirk on his face. Normally she would smile at the view, thinking how lucky she got, but now, now she wanted to wipe that freaking expression off his face. Preferably with the bleach.

Who would have thought that a night game with friends that was supposed to be fun would turn out like this.

“Please remind me whose idea it was to play it again?” she scoffed crossing her arms defensively, body language not lying. The hell she was going to answer that question.

“It was mine!”Dick grinned from the other side of the room, approaching the girls and sting by Barbara, Jason following right after him taking a spot next to Y/N. “You ladies are having fun?”

“Not really” Stephanie pouted “Y/N is a party pooper.”

“Really?” Jason smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple, almost making her mop it down “What did she do this time?”

“She refused to answer the question” Cass explained in her soft voice “Maybe we shouldn’t….” Orphan was the most skilled in reading body language and if anyone was to start suspecting something it was definitely her.

“What was it?” Dick reached toward the card and read the sentence out loud “Would you ever be able to forgive your boyfriend for cheating. Oh my god!” he laughed looking at his younger brother “I think someone’s in trouble here, Jaybird.”

That was the breaking point for Y/N. She simply could not take it anymore.

“If you’ll excuse me…” she stood up an without another word of explanation run towards the bathroom. Her surprised friends watched her escape and then their shocked and accusatory gazes landed on Jason.

“All right, fine, stop it! I’ll go check on her! Geez!” he scoffed getting up, becoming worried and scared for her on the inside.

***

“Y/N?” he came into the spacious bathroom, spotting the girl in front of the mirror with fingers clenched on the sink, head hanging low and breathing heavily. “Baby?”

“Don’t you dare calling me that!” she yelled turning around “you asshole!”

“Y/n? hey, what…” only by miracle he dodged the hairbrush flying his direction.

“You stupid son of a bitch!”

“I don’t under….”

“You slept with her!”

“What?” his eyes grew wide. Oh, fuck.

“You slept with her and then you came back to me to make me fucking pancakes!?”

“Y/n…..”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Please let me explain….” He took a step forward, but she moved out of his reach, wriggling like a caged animal.

“Oh no, you.I swear if you take one more step towards me I will throw a razor at you!"

"You really do have to make a scene at Dickhead's place, do you?" he hissed, his eyes turning black from restrained anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my behavior is gonna make you look bad in front of our friends. Maybe I should even apologize for being the reason you cheated!"

"Stop fucking screaming at me! You could have just waited till we get home!"

"Be thankful I did not, Jason. I swear Dick, Babs, Cass and Steph presence outside is the only thing keeping me from castrating you!"

"Shut up!" he yelled and took a step forward, pushing her into a wall and covering her mouth "AUCH! Fuck, did you just bit me?!"

"I will cut your fingers off if you touch me again!"she reached for the manicure scissors and put them in front of herself in a defensive manner "and from what I get, you like when the girl is loud, don't you?Her moans on that recording she sent you are pretty much the proof of it.”

“Her what now?!”

“Ah, Jason. More, please, you feel so good” Y/n whined, trying to copy the way the other girl sounded and fuck, she was so hot at that moment with her eyes widened in fury, hair messed up becasue of the fight and lips red and swollen. It was the worst timing ever, but Jason found himself getting harder. “WHO EVEN DOES THAT? Was this some sort of your twisted sexual fantasy?! Did it turn you on?!"

"IT DID! The same way it did with you under me and ..."

"You fuck head!” she threw the scissors away and started hitting his chest with her fist, again and again and again.

“If you could just listen to me!"

"Of course, do you have any recording of yourself you send to her?! Whispering her name while you were jacking off?! Probably in our bed!? Probably with me next door or ....." she stopped, her eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible "Oh my god...." she turned away towards the sink, grabbing her stomach, trying to catch her breath like a fish out of water "I'm gonna be sick....."

"Fuck, Listen to me! It did not mean anything! ”

“It means everything for me!” she sobbed, all the anger slowly being replaced by feeling of betrayal and only now he realized how bad he fucked up “you wanted to wait till we get intimate, and fuck I gave both space and time, never pushing on your boundaries! FUCK JASON! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You do realize that the rest can hear us, right?”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE! IN FACT, LET THEM KNOW! Let them know what their friend/brother did. How many times did that happen?”

“Don’t ….” He shook his head avoiding her eyes

“How. Many. Times. Jason. Do not make me repeat myself!”

“Just a couple.”

“JUST a couple?!” she screamed, but it was the final straw. Her brain shut down, unable to process all that revelation. All the energy left her system and he was just standing in the middle of the bathroom, completely quiet staring into the space gazeless.

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry.” he pleaded, taking her by surprise, grabbing her hand. She did not react at first and he took the chance to kiss her on the lips, but that actually did bring her back to reality when she pushed him away, harder and stronger than ever before.

“You motherfucker! You wanted to beat your brother in the numbers or what?"

"Now you are bringing Grayson into this?! He's a dog! And you'd better not cross the line of comparing him to me!"

"You're right" she smiled wildly, mockingly "you two are nothing alike. you wanna know why? Because once he settled with Babs he let go of that manwhore attitude. Apparently it worked the other way round for you, you ....."

She did not manage to finish that sentence because of the harsh grip on her throat.

"LET GO OF ME!"

***

"Ok, that is enough." Dick spoke since obviously everyone heard that banter not sure if they should react or not. Jason and Y/N never thought before and now, with the hot-headedness they both had it was weird, disturbing and uncomfortable. "We gotta do something."

"If you value your life, you'd better stay here and ...." Steph started but was cut of by a loud thump and Y/N's muffled scream

"That's it, I'm going in!" he tried to open the door, but it turned out Jason was smart (or stupid, depending on the interpretation) enough to lock them "Y/n?" Dick knocked at the wood fervently "are you all right there?! Say something."

'I'm... I'm fine Dick. Go back to girls, we just need to settle something with Jason"

"It does not sound like ....."

"Just mind your own business, Dickhead!" Jason yelled

***

"God, Y/n, I'm sorry" Todd looked at his hands, startled. He could have chocked her. Just because of his anger. "Please, I...."

Was she better than me?” Y/N asked, massaging her throat where re marks were to start bruising soon. Tears gathering in her eyes. How many times can a broken heart break? Was million pieces not enough?

“What?”

“Was she better? Giving you an oral? Letting you fuck her in all those crazy positions I never could? Making you cum faster, harder? Making you feel like a man?”

“No. Of course not. It’s only you and …..”

“Then why, Jason?” her voice was so broken it made his heart shutter. God, what the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t even blame it on Lazarus water or the post-patrol blurry mind and adrenaline. No, it was fully his fault. His responsibility. She trusted him and he broke her into pieces he wasn’t sure he could pick up together again. But he had to try. He just had to try.

“I… I don’t know.” he looked at the floor, felling wetness in his eyes as well.

“Were you bored with me? Was I too much to handle? If you wanted a sex toy ….”

“Please, don’t say that.” He begged falling onto his knees next to her and hugging her legs, to which she surprisingly did not object. “Please, there’s gotta be something I can do to make it up to you…. I’ll do anything, just please, forgive me. Just one more chance.”

“Do you want to know what answer I would give for that question back there?” she was unimpressed by those theatrics he was pulling. Of course Y/N knew he was true in his words, that he was sorry. She only wondered whether it was because he cheated or because his secret found the way into daylight.

“No, baby, please don’t leave me. Not again, I …..” a single tear fell from his eye at the mere of thought of losing her.

“Oh, but you won’t be alone. You got your, wait what was the nickname in your phone? Oh, right, sugarbaby. God I was so stupid for trusting you! Nevermind. Now, you’ll be able to hear her scream your name and writhe underneath you without having any strings attached....

"No, baby, don't throw what we have away."

"We have nothing. Not anymore." her tone was so cold it could freeze the ocean "I despise you, Jason Todd.”

She walked right past through him, leaving him on the cold floor. Sooner or later he would have to get up and get out, dealing with judging looks and harsh words. And maybe some physical fight with Dick. But for now, he could not move a single muscle, just leaning on the bath and hiding his face in hands. She was right, he was a complete fuckup.

***

"Jason called again." Babs announced approaching the coach, Y/N was sitting on. Cass and Steph respectively on her left and right side hugging their friend. The girls jointly decided it would be better for Y/N to stay in their apartment for some time since Jason wouldn't dare invading her here.

"What did you tell him?" Y/N sighed, laying her red swollen eyes on the red head.

"The same thing as I did the previous 50 times he called. To fuck off and leave you alone. You sure you don't want Dick to...."

"No, I don't. This would turn into a bloodbath. I am heartbroken but it doesn't mean I want to have any death on my conscience."

"Dick would be more than happy to have that. He is enraged on your behalf. You know what he said to me after learning what happened?

"No. What?"

"Y/N is a genuinely nice person. She will forget at forgive after some time. But I'm her friend. I get to hold the grudge for her and protect her."

"He did say that?"

"Yes." Babs nodded "And I think I speak for all of us when I say that we second that approach." Cass and Steph nodded

“I know it does not seem like it now, but you’re gonna be fine” Steph assured, rubbing Y/N's shoulders

“I know.” the girl sobbed “it just hurts so bad.”

“Jason is a ….” Steph started but before she could find a proper word Cass interrupted her

“We’re for you, Y/n. whatever you need, you can count on us.”

“Thank you girls.”

“Ice cream, anyone?” Steph grinned

“A bucket please. And the good ones ,not those low fat, low carb shit. If I'm gonna get comfort food might as well indulge myself.

No matter what, she was going to be fine .

@cherryinsalemverse @gone-batty-fics @justafanficsreader @arfrona @parkjammys @thatweirdwitchnextdoor

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pianocat939 · 11 months

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YAY I FINALLY GOT ONE OF MY RAFFLE FICS DONE AFTER SLACKING OFF FOR 5 MONTS- I leaned toward a slight bit of horror cuz my followers wanted some so just a little bit

Ok so I did this really stupid thing of switching from 2nd person to 3rd person at random times, so I apologize if it gets confusing at any point. Just know for the most part if it says "they" or "you", it's referring to MC.

A Butterfly's Death

Synopsis: Younger Sibling MC goes out alone and gets hurt and Platonic Yan turtles go a tiny bit crazy and panic a lot.

Tw: blood, injury, murder, degradation, decapitation, mildly(?) explicit horror, manipulation, fear, implied panic attacks (I didn't write it that descriptive), I can't think of anymore-

Word Count: 2.1K

You walk through the stone brick paths of the Hidden City, observing the numerous yokai and the questionably-shaped buildings. When you look up, the sky's endless walls of minerals and the earth's rocks greet you, creating a vast colour of brown and grey. The glowing sign lights and the vivid colours of mystic powers thrown around everywhere blind your eyes a small bit, but you don't mind at all. Being able to walk through the streets on your own was exhilarating for you enough.

After leaving the tangles of your brothers' firm rules, you managed to slip out to the Hidden City on your own; with April being the slick butter needed to slide out from their harsh grip. You are forever grateful she was willing to make a cover-up for your disappearance, a genius she was at people. You knew you only had an hour or perhaps another half more at best, so you needed to explore briefly; otherwise, your brothers might come for you and lock you down again. You didn't even want to imagine the consequences Donnie would give with his undying protectiveness: he could be even worse than Raph at times. You wondered when it'll be your turn to have permission to leave alone since Mikey already got his 6 months ago.

While roaming the marketplace, you notice a red glowing spectre behind another yokai. Oddly allured to it, you approach it subtly without causing any suspicion and see a vibrant vermillion-coloured butterfly fluttering slowly through the bustling street. Out of everything that was going on, it was the only thing you could keep your eyes on. How its crystallized wings flap elegantly through such a diminished place is fascinating. You can't help but pursue the butterfly, your feet automatically shuffling toward it. The creature's shine was nothing compared to Donnie's monitors or the neon signs that cover New York City.

After following it through a few streets, you step close enough to it to graze your fingers upon its rouge wings. You reached out your arm slowly to feel the butterfly, your eyes slightly widened in glistening wonder. But right then, you feel a choking pressure on your chest, pain pulsing through your upper body every second. You realize your arms are pinned by some rose-coloured elastic tape binds. With a yelp, you're swished upwards into the air, restrained with only your legs to kick around in a fruitless struggle.

"H-Hey wha- what's going on?!" They stammer in panic, looking around wildly in panic. But then they hear a harsh shrill laugh, loud enough to make you wince from the volume.

"Ah...Look at the stupid little turtle who fell into my trap! I knew I could effortlessly fool a dumb youngling like you!" The villain declared with raging pride. It smiled with a devilish smirk, seemingly finding itself ingenious.

The mutant stares at the yokai in cold fear, their breathing shallow and uneven. Tears welled in their eyes, on the verge of bursting into a stream of terror and helplessness. They were so idiotic to think they could go out alone: in a city full of powerful yokai. They would eventually end up in danger; they should have complied with their brothers' rules. They regret even trying, as look where they ended up: trapped and no means of escape. They knew this villain wasn't an easy douchebag; they could see it was an imaginative mind filled with strategy and max concentration.

While the young one meddled in their guilt, the tape slowly tightened around them, applying more pressure. They immediately winced with the increase of pain, squinting their eyes slightly as if it would block the torture. But the tightening only grew, and soon it was excruciating. As their cries of pain got more voluminous, the villain only laughed with more insanity: enjoying their pain.

But then the turtle started to feel a slow cracking of their leg, bringing more pain with every fracture, and that's when they screamed: their leg had broken into two. Their scream pierced the whole vicinity, startling Yokai from nearby streets, and a small crowd formed. Some tried to save the mutant, but the villain was too powerful. The people ended up getting smacked by the elastic tape.

The villain cackled sadistically before yelling at its captive, "You're nothing but a silly little weakling! Look at you, screaming like a pitiful child!"

Their demonic giggling continued until a distant scream came from above, "YOU DIRTY WATERED MONSTER BETTER GET YOUR NASTY BUBBLEGUM TAPE OFF MY SIBLING, YOU DEMON!" It was Mikey, one of their brothers, and he did not look pleased by any means. Within a few seconds their siblings: Raph, Mikey and Donnie, fire attacks at the villain. From fire to crushing the villain with a mighty fist: it was pure warfare. Meanwhile, the elastic band that restrained them was sliced, and they fell into a pair of stable arms: Leo.

"I got you. Now, let me see your injuries." He softly muttered, his eyes with a look of concern, but they could see the dark fury swirling in his eyes. Leo carried them to a more secure place. Surprisingly the elastic tape didn't follow the pair, as it was too distracted fighting off the others. Once Y/n felt safer about their environment, they clung to Leo, trembling in horror. Leo hugged them, rubbing their back, "Hey, hey, what happened?"

Their voice was shaky and practically silent as they whispered, "I think my leg is broken..." They glance at their right calf, noticing it's visibly swollen and bruised; it was obviously distended in some places. A few tears drip from their eyes, as the pain fully sets in after leaving the danger zone. They glance back at their brother once more and notice his fury, and for a moment, they were terrified of his expression. His face was in a gritted frown, his eyes wide with absolute hatred. Leo rarely revealed his anger, but the times he did: it was a true menace. "L-Leo?" They mumbled, wondering why he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, in a flash, Leo created a portal and cut the now-weakened villain's head clean off, blood gushing and splattering everywhere. "Burn in hell, bastard." He advised quietly; you would almost think he was calm about the situation, but he wasn't. With the fact the villain was slain, all of your brothers rush back to you, surrounding you with worried looks.

"Can you walk?"

"How bad did it hurt you?"

"We're here now ok? You're safe!"

You didn't answer their questions, as you were processing what happened within the last hour. But there was one thing that was putting you through the most shock: you could have died. If it weren't for your brothers arriving in time, you could have been crushed or maybe even worse. You were grateful that you at the very least screamed, as who knows what more could have the villain done to you if you hadn't? In amidst processing all of the events, you burst out into tears, your breathing off the charts.

At the sight of this, your three brothers tried to calm you down. Mikey was hugging you, Raph was patting your hand, and Donnie was scanning your body with his goggles for all the injuries.

"Hey, hey! We're here, we're right here, no need to be scared anymore. You're out from that hellhole now!"

"Yeah, you got your big bros right here to save you. You're gonna be ok."

"Signs of bruises and swelling, increased blood pressure, a broken fibula along with some fractures on the tibula..."

Then Leo pushed himself between Raph and Donnie, holding a small, straight plank of wood along with some gauze and medicinal tape. He kneeled down and wrapped your calf into a makeshift splint. His anger had melted away from his expression, and now replaced with a concentrated face. He hummed a small tune as he worked, the tune sounding grim. When he was done he sighed, before standing up. "There. Now let's go home, where it's safe."

You're then heaved up into Raph's ginormous arms and carried off, as Mikey and Donnie wait for Leo to swiftly form a portal. Right before you leave through the turquoise-coloured glowing gateway, you stare back at the scene. Blood covers the ground and body of the villain; the colours of the elastic tape have dimmed. It's as if a horror scene the main character would stumble upon in a horror movie. You notice the butterfly you chased earlier landed right on the neck of the corpse: right where the head used to be attached. The wisp then slowly faded away into dust, as if it was never there.

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Back at the lair, inside the med-bay, you lay on the bed as Leo gives more proper treatment to your injuries. While Donnie and Raph sit next to your bed. Raph held your hand and Donnie typed on his phone, seemingly writing down something important. The sound of an occasional machine beeping is the only noise in the room. Then Raph breaks the silence, "Why did you go out to the Hidden City alone?"

You froze. You knew the time to confess your doings was to come eventually. You felt intense stares at you, and you hated the thick, silent atmosphere. You didn't wish to utter a single sound; just keep your mouth shut and let Leo do his work. But you knew there was no choice, they wouldn't let you sleep for the night unless you confessed. So with all your courage you stated, "Because I hate having to constantly be with someone to go out alone. I...I felt smothered."

"But out of all the places you could have picked to sneak out to, you picked the Hidden City?" Raph interrogated, his tone sad and disappointed. His grip tightened slightly on your hand as he spoke.

"Well there's tons of cool stuff to do there, plus I didn't have to worry about people seeing me." You explained, hoping they would understand at least a small bit of your justifications.

"You know how dangerous it can be. Not only is it Big Mama's domain, but there's yokai who can do far worse things than a human could ever possibly fathom doing." Donnie added, glancing up from his phone. He frowned more, just a slight change.

You knew there was no point in arguing when Donnie's explanation is factual. "I guess you're right about that."

While placing a cast upon your broken calf, Leo chides, "I know you felt like you were smothered, but you really should stick with us when you go out. We can protect you and still let you have fun. We're your brothers, after all, we know your position better than anyone else, right?" He has a slightly humorous tone to his words, slowly returning to his usual self.

"I mean...I guess." You mumble, disappointed you're still not allowed to leave alone.

"I agree. We've lived with you our entire lives; we know what you like best. As well as our older age making us have more experience in combat and being in the public in general." Donnie confirmed, typing on his phone with purpose. Unknown to others, he was typing notes to upgrade the defences and surveillance of the lair.

You then felt gentle but firm arms around your shoulder blades and the feeling of scales slightly nuzzled against your cheek. "You worried me so much! I thought something was gonna happen to you!" Raph whimpered, embracing you close as he was on the verge of tears. "Maybe next year you can go out on your own..." never

After Leo finished up and a few more questions, Mikey walked in, holding in a freshly cooked dish of some sort: your favourite. He sauntered up to you, and carefully put the dish into your lap. "You've gone through a lot today, so I made you your favourite. Bon appétit!" He chirped, attempting to lighten up the silent gloomy atmosphere.

"Oh, thanks a lot, Mikey." You accept the food and started to eat it, hungry from not eating for quite a bit. It was delicious, as expected. Mikey is an excellent chef after all.

"So...I think we can all agree that you shouldn't go out on your own until you can prove to us you'll be safe. Agreed?" Raph proposed, looking around at all the other brothers who nodded in response. "Great. Now you just rest up and heal." He started to caress your head, smiling softly. You felt like a little kid in this situation. You felt like a little kid.

Maybe they were right: you shouldn't go out on your own. Not after what had happened to you in the Hidden City. You were just a little kid, who couldn't fend for themselves. Just a little kid.

And just like the butterfly who dwindled away into dust, so did your urge to rebel.

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YAY FINALLY- I GOT ONE OF MY 500 SPECIAL DONE- @lilajjs for the winner-

I think it was like idk January/Febuary when I hit 500 help omg=

Well I hope you enjoyed this random bs-

- Celina

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itstorimf · 1 year

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risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader

chapter three: "ENG 333"

word count: 3.2K

warnings: foul language, sexual activities (not smut, but she talks about their hookup), age gap (the ages kinda don't make sense, but look past it. i'm begging you lol), let me know if i missed anything else

a/n: i really wanna start getting to all of the good stuff, so there's a two month time gap that happens half way through the chapter. that's y/n's summer break and let's just assume that nothing crazy happens and she doesn't see chris again, yes? also, there's a pov switch that happens in here too, just so you're prepared. you get to hear from both of the lovers today lol

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*written in Y/N's POV*

My eyes fluttered open and I was all sorts of disoriented. I woke up to the feeling of the sun on my face and my head pounding. The night before was a blur, but I was still sober enough to remember that I went home with Chris. Our legs were tangled underneath the blanket and my head was on his chest. I looked over at the sleeping man. His hair was a mess and his chest rose and fell peacefully as he slept. As attracted to him as I was, I knew that last night was temporary and I wanted to save myself from the embarrassment of having him watch me leave. I gently released myself from his grasp and put my clothes back on. They were scattered throughout the apartment, but once I had found everything, I wrote a note on the back of a receipt I found in my purse.

"Thank you for last night, Mr. Bang"

I left the apartment quietly and called an Uber outside. The Uber arrived fairly quickly and took me back to mine and Wonyoung's shared apartment. The driver would look at me through the window, clearly knowing that this was my sad attempt at a "walk of shame". I finally arrived back home, thanked the poor driver, and entered the complex. When I opened the door, Wonnie was sitting at our dinner table, sipping on a cup of coffee she had made and was scrolling through her phone.

"Ma'am you have some explaining to do! A. I am super glad you're home and alive and that that guy wasn't some weird serial killing murderer! B. Who was that?! And please tell me everything!" she yelled.

"Won. It is really really early and my head is pounding and I really want to shower." I complained. I was obviously still in the dress that I wore last night. My hair was greasy and I could only imagine how terrible I smelled. "Wait," I paused, "Why aren't you at the cafe right now?"

"Long story. Go shower and I'll explain." she said and I listened. I grabbed a clean towel and the comfiest sweats I owned and made my way to the bathroom. When I discarded my clothes, I got a good look at my body in the mirror. There were marks along my neck, hickies that were left by Chris, that scattered their way to my shoulders. I was insanely embarrassed, but when I touched them softly, I was reminded of the previous evening. The way he would mutter, 'mine' in between the kisses he would leave on my neck, or the way he would grip my hips as he fucked into me slowly, or the fact that he wouldn't finish until I had already came twice. Then I remembered that these were indeed huge bruises sprinkled all over my body and I would have to wait for them to fade. No wonder the Uber driver was looking at me with so much concern. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water soothe me. I let myself take an unusually long shower this time, seeing as I felt like I needed and deserved it.

When I finished with my shower, I threw on the sweats, brushed out my hair and rejoined Wonnie. This time she was on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her legs, watching a show she had been raving about.

"So why aren't you at work right now?" I asked as she paused the show. I remembered that the reason I tried to leave before meeting Chris was because I was worried that Wonyoung would've been too hungover to work today.

"Okay! So you know Heeseung from Chill right?" she started. I nodded knowing exactly where this was going. Chill was the coffee place that she worked at. I would occasionally pick up shifts there if they needed help, but I wasn't a regular barista. Heeseung worked with Wonyoung at Chill. I could already smell a coworkers to lovers trope coming on. "Basically, while you and whoever-that-was were getting handsy with each other on the dance floor, Heeseung and I started making small talk and he's actually really funny," she giggled.

"This is all really cute, but that still doesn't explain how you-" I said and she cut me off.

"Shhh! I'm getting there! Anyway, at some point I looked at the time, and I realized that I had forgotten about my shift this morning, so I started panicking. Heeseung said he would cover it for me if I agreed to meet him afterward for dinner," she said the last part giddily and covered her face with one of our couch pillows.

"Wonnie!!" I whined in response, "You're going on a date tonight?".

"I guess I am," she replied, "But enough about me! I need every excruciating detail about last night!".

"There's not really much to say, but I guess I'll start at the club."

*written in Chris' POV*

I opened my eyes and found myself in Jisung's bedroom, alone. I dragged myself out of bed and into their medicine cabinet where I knew they kept some pain killers. My head was pounding and I felt like utter shit. I walked into the living room to retrieve my scattered clothes on the ground and put them on. I looked over at the coffee table and there was note written there.

"Thank you for last night, Mr. Bang"

I smiled at the note and remembered my evening with Y/N. It was definitely a night to be remembered for a while. She was so carefree and full of light. The way her body molded to mine as we had sex, the way she smelled, the sounds she would make. It was all so desirable, and yet there was no phone number left. No trace of her anywhere. It was clear that the previous night was a one night stand and I would only be lucky enough to run into her again.

My phone began to ring from the bedroom and I hurriedly walked over to pick it up. It was Changbin. Then, I remembered that they were watching my son and they were probably panicking. I picked up the phone.

"Chris! Oh thank God you're awake!" I heard Ji yell from the other side of the phone. I could hear Leo crying.

"Hey guys! I'm so sorry. I'm on my way home now," I began.

"No need to apologize! Mission accomplished?" Changbin asked.

"Yes Changbin. The mission was accomplished. I'll be home soon!" I said.

"Great! Cause we've been trying to feed Leo for the last 30 minutes and he will not eat anything! He's getting really angry please hurry!" Changbin yelled in a panic.

"He's very picky. There's some frozen waffles in the freezer. Pop them in the toaster, he loves them. There's also some apple sauce packets in the fridge. He really likes those too," I gave them advice so that Leo could be fed before I got there. I grabbed my wallet from the side table and called an Uber back to my own apartment. When I got home, Leo was sitting in his highchair, enjoying the breakfast I recommended to the boys. They had made themselves some breakfast as well. "Hey guys," I announced as I walked over to the table, "Do you guys mind watching him for like 20 more minutes? I just need to shower really quick."

"For sure! Leo's almost done though and I'm scared," Jisung responded jokingly. I nodded and made my way to the shower. I washed up quickly, throwing on a pair of shorts and black t-shirt. I had no intentions of going out today, so I threw on a black baseball cap and headed back to the kitchen area. Leo was no longer eating, just playing with his food. I took him out of his highchair.

"Were you a good boy for Uncle Jisung and Uncle Changbin?" I asked my toddler.

"Yes daddy!" he responded with a smile. I giggled and put him in the bath. I got him all clean and looked at the time. It was around 11:30am which is when he usually took his afternoon nap. He was already probably exhausted from the breakfast tantrum so I put him to sleep. Once he was down for his nap, I rejoined my friends who were still sitting in the living room.

"So lover boy, how was your night?" Changbin was the first to break the silence. I was usually pretty private with my dating life, even if they were my best mates. It just felt kind of odd to disclose something that intimate, but considering that it happened in their apartment, they probably needed to know what went down.

"It was honestly... really really good," I responded with a smile.

"Good! So you gonna take her out?" Jisung asked.

"I.. uh.. actually didn't get her phone number," I responded, scratching the back of my neck anxiously.

"What?!" they both yelled in shock. "Dude, you looked like you were about ready to run away together last night! What happened?" Changbin continued.

"Well, we obviously went back to your apartment. Thanks by the way," I thanked and Ji nodded, "Everything went great last night. She was great. She went home. I went home. That's it."

"But you guys had sex right?" Jisung asked. I nodded sheepishly. "Great! Who's room?" He asked with a serious face. I didn't say anything except I looked over at Jisung.

"Ugh dammit!" "HAHAHA!" I heard them both say. "How did I lose $100 and had someone else fuck in my bed?" Jisung yelled loudly. I hushed them both trying to stifle my own giggles, afraid that our boisterous laughter would wake up my son. This had been the second bet I had caught them making about my sex life, and honestly, it was kinda comical. "Listen, I'm very glad you finally fucking got laid, but I'm burning those sheets as soon as I get home," he said in a hushed tone, still laughing. They eventually left, and I joined Leo in my room for a quick nap.

TIME JUMP TO THE START OF Y/N'S SENIOR YEAR OF UNIVERSITY

*written in Y/N's POV*

The start of my last year in college had finally come and I couldn't have been more excited. Over the summer, my confidence definitely grew and I think it was all thanks to the night that Wonnie took me to Venom. I was now officially working Chill, thanks to Wonyoung literally begging me.

This was it. All of the hard work I had put into the last four years of schooling was almost worth it. I looked at my schedule once more and saw that Mondays and Wednesdays consisted of a ENG 328, which was literary journalism, and ENG 335, freelance writing. ENG 328 was taught by a professor named Mr. Kim. He was a fairly easy-going professor who was constantly cracking jokes with us and often spoke in a sarcastic tone. My freelance writing class was taught by Mr. Yang. Similar to Mr. Kim, he was also pretty laid back. They were both fairly young to be college professors, but it made them more relatable. Both classes consisted of going over the syllabus and their own personal standards in class on the first day, typical first week of the semester behavior. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I only had one class, ENG 333, which was designed to help me build by creative writing portfolio. This class, I was looking forward to. Wonyoung and I both needed this class to complete all of the credits we needed to graduate, so we decided to take the class together.

I found the classroom, which happened to be on the second floor of the campus, and walked into the room out of breath. I hated walking up those damn stairs. When I got to the classroom, there were only a few more seats left, but I spotted Wonyoung sitting in the second row somewhere in the middle. She put her backpack in the seat next to her to save it for me. I walked over to the desk and sat down.

"Y/N! Oh thank God you're here," she greeted me as I took my seat.

"Sorry. I got lost," I giggled back at her. "Where's the professor?"

"Late I assume-" she responded. Just then, a man walked in with sunglasses on and a book bag slung over his shoulder. With the sunglasses on, he seemed so familiar, but I couldn't pin point exactly why I felt that way. I looked down to take my notebook out to write down everything he would tell us about the semester. I felt Wonyoung tap on my shoulder, but I ignored her. "Y/N.. you're about to fucking shit yourself," Wonnie whispered over to me. When I looked up, the man had taken off his coat and sunglasses leaving him in a white turtleneck and dark brown slacks. I immediately understood why he felt so familiar and why Wonnie thought I was going to shit myself.

"My apologies to you all for being late. My name is Mr. Bang and I am your creative writing portfolio professor," he announced to the class while his eyes scanned the room. We made eye contact for a brief second and I could see the panic in his eyes. I was absolutely frozen in my seat and I had to look down at my notebook to keep myself from panicking as well. "Ehem," he cleared his throat and continued, "In this class, we will be preparing you for-" and by that point I had drowned out everything he was saying. I heard some snickers from other students about his name, not in a 'haha his last name is Bang' kinda way, but in a 'Mr. Bang is hot as fuck and I wish he'd bang me' kinda way. I felt the air get cold as I heard what they were saying. "Before I begin, I will be taking attendance, so when I say your name, please say, 'here.'"

One by one he called the names of all of the students in the class and finally it was my turn, "Y/N Y/LN?" he looked directly at me without having to scan the room. I was the only Y/N in the class, so he really didn't have to guess that hard. We made eye contact, again, and I announced that I was present. He didn't smile. No gesture that he even recognized me, but by the look of initial shock when our eyes first met, I knew that he did. "Great!" Chris said breaking eye contact with me and continued on with the rest of the class. He told us that our first one-on-one portfolio evaluations would be in two weeks and that the first day to schedule an appointment to meet with him individually would begin after class. Immediately I started to think of excuses as to why I couldn't meet with him. I thought that maybe switching classes altogether would've been easier than enduring a whole semester with this visceral tension.

When our class was over, Wonyoung and I started packing our things as other students rushed over to Chris' desk to sign up for individual sessions. Some of the other individuals in class were a little too attracted to our professor, purposefully batting their lashes when he talked to them, or giggling a little too loudly around him. It wasn't jealousy I was feeling, but more annoyance. The last semester of my senior year was supposed to be perfect. Once I was done packing and most of the students had cleared out of the room, I walked over to the sign-up sheet sitting on his desk. I looked at all of the times available and it only seemed to be the very last slots of the day that were free. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself, 'How cliche!". I signed up for the slot for this Friday night. I felt confident enough in my portfolio that I didn't feel like I needed to tweak it all that much.

"Funny seeing you hear Ms. Y/LN..." Chris said only loudly enough for me to hear.

"Hello Mr. Bang," I said in a professional tone as I looked up at him. His gaze was so much more intense in this setting. He was almost a little too intimidating. He took a step closer to me, still far enough to maintain an inconspicuous distance, but he was definitely closer.

"You know? The last time you referred to me as Mr. Bang, it was on a piece of paper that you left before you fled away from the apartment," he said quietly, again. If anyone was looking over at us, they would think that this was just an innocent conversation between and professor and his student, but he was referring to something much much more personal.

"I believe that the note was meant to thank you, not offend you, sir," I said matching his volume, a slight bite in my tone. "Thank you for class," I said with a smile, "See you on Thursday." I walked away from his desk, meeting Wonnie outside and I could feel him staring at me as I left.

We walked back to the apartment not speaking to each other at all, afraid that someone may be able to hear our conversation. When we got there, Won was the first to break the silence. "HOLY SHIT DUDE! Are you okay?" she asked the minute we got inside, away from anyone that could possibly hear us.

"I really don't know. I feel like I haven't stopped shaking," and it was true. My palms were sweaty and I got the chills every time I thought about the last encounter I had with Chris before today.

"Well I mean! You kinda fucked our professor. Well, you know, you didn't know he was our professor at the time, but still you like fully slept with him!" Wonyoung yelled as she made her way to the kitchen. I threw myself on the couch and covered my face with a pillow. "Did he tell you that he worked at the school?" she asked.

"NO! We didn't talk about our private lives at all! Except that he told me he was starting a new job and that that was the reason why he moved here, but fuck I didn't know the job was gonna be here!" I yelled back. I pulled myself off of the couch and walked over to meet Wonyoung in the kitchen. "Won, what the fuck am I gonna do?" I asked as I grabbed myself a glass of water.

"Suck it up and stay professional? It was a one night stand. You're so close to graduating, Y/NN. You can stick it out for one more semester," she reassured me.

She was right, and that was exactly what I was gonna do. One semester wouldn't be that bad. Right?

#bang chan x female reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz bang chan #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids college au #bang chan college au #bang chan x y/n #bang chris #christopher bang

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avaelangel · 4 months

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The idea of Gen V musical episode plagues me. But I really want it to be weird and surreal. Like there's no way to survive but to sing and dance. And everybody is bewildered, doing the routines the can't possibly know.

There is a possibility that everybody would have an original song, maybe even there going to be a TV-themed villain and everything would be broadcasted. Could you imagine?

But I do have some thoughts, mostly about Jordan. I don't know why, but Jordan and few Orville Peck songs I listen to just fused together in my mind.

Imagine a room that sort of resembles a barn with a small stage. Figure in a cowboy hat, with a guitar, is the only part of the room that's only somewhat illuminated. And the moment Marie steps closer through the faceless crowd, the stage illuminates fully, showing Jordan in the male form stuck in the broody-guitarist-cowboy pose.

But the moment Marie is close enough, Jordan can move. They switch and play the first few notes of Roses Are Falling.

The song is rather slow, but the crowd sways softly, starting to dance with their hats and Jordan, while singing, glances to the hat that lays to the side so Marie can join in.

And while the dance progreses, Jordan can move more. They stand up and go to Marie, who sways, maybe even sings along. When the song ends, those two hug, checking that they are both real. And since this is The Boys Universe we are talking about, the crowd probably should turn hostile.

Also, if we are making Derek dance, I really think it should be like almost a ballet number. With Marie or not, but very emotional.

I don't really know what song I would give to Marie herself, but I think many of Florence and The Machine songs would suit her well. Which Witch? Ship To Wreck? You've Got the Love?

I do have a song for Andre too. It's Power by Isak Danielson. I mean, Chance has a nice deep voice. We can't tell if his accent will show, but I think it could be great otherwise.

It's obviosly a song about Cate. Maybe in this number she even recruits him, compels him to go with her, where he tries to pull away and succeds or...doesn't. I think it could be both Andre giving in and saying goodbye to Cate and to Luke too, everything that was easy and seemingly safe about their friendship\love.

This number doesn't need much. Dark room\corridor, soft dance without touching. If Andre doesn't accept Cate's Godolkin rule, he leaves her in the darkness, now looking all bloody and feral, like in the finale.

I also have a song for Sam, which is Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits. It's a very easy choice at least because of the line:

'Cause I'm crazy in just too many ways

This basically could be about him being bored and dissapointed with his newfound fame and life. Maybe some of his emotions would come back through singing, we don't really now what else can break through Cate's influence. In case somene might think that I'm insulting Sam, the song, even though upbeat, it's from the persperctive of a scarred person who feels out of place, basically.

Anyway, I don't want to be cured from this hyper-fixation.

#I am still insane thank you #gen v #jordan li #limoreau #marie moreau #andre anderson #sam riordan #cate dunlap #really wanted to include emma but i just don't know tbh #my music knowledge is very limited

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casketjones · 9 days

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I'm not sure how to info dump for a bunch of character concepts in a way that's digestible but eh whatever

Concept work for a group of mafia hitwomen and their long suffering handler. They're likely going to be used in a underground illegal wrestling ring arc because that's all I really want in my media.

This post plus additional sketches and more background info will be going up on my patreon and kofi tomorrow.

more under the cut,

They're all vampires that I really cooked up to test a concept for vamps for my comic project. Based on a blood sucking animal and a historical anti-vampire burial method, some of the burial methods are gonna be pushed and fibbed because there's not that many of them. so yeah incidental vampires will have a cage motif even tho I know good and well that cages were to prevent resurrection men getting in not vampires getting out. I feel that's thematically close enough. There's so many really good sanguivore animals out there these are maybe too safe even.

The other thing I really wanted to accomplish with these designs is targeting lesbians, hey ladies these are for you. How am I doing?

going left to right here we got

Flea- She's a Flea I tried taking a lot from Blake's Ghost of a Flea but I don't think it comes through. Her grave-shackle is that scythe coming out her shoulder, it's maybe a bit of a stretch, the real thing was buried in the ground next to the corpse so if it rose it would decapitate itself but I didn't really want to complicate the design with a bunch of dirt or something. Regardless I like her design a lot. Short hairy goblin of a woman, someone stop me from naming her Puce.

Mosquito- Her hair took a little bit to sort out, it used to be real bad but this mess is perfect. Horrible 90's stylized part call back, reminiscent of boxer braids while being ostentatious enough to work in any setting. That cool bangle is her grave-shackle, an actual shackle this time. Her build was immediate, huge arms, weird long butt, perfection. She's the easiest to dress which isn't that surprising considering shes thinner but usually big arms are really difficult in women's wear. Flea is actually the second easiest to dress. There's gotta be a better name than Malaria, but i could call her Mal.

Geo(?)- small mafia man, constantly put upon, constantly behind the 8-ball with upper management; you know the type. The other guys definitely tell him he's lucky all the time but they'd never switch assignments with him. Why is he so small? because I can do whatever i want. His name might be Geoffrey.

Lamprey- Went through the most iterations, was very hard to piece together a woman this disaster lesbian. The spike through the heart, traditionally meant to keep the alleged vampire pinned to the ground was always part of the design, so was the long neck and heart lipstick, the hook earring came and went. Everything else was difficult; general build was pretty similar but i didn't actually work until I gave her a gut and dropped her waist. I used to have gill markings on her neck that looked like vampire bite marks and that took a while to give up but that hair is too good. She probably will end up being named Nakkila, it's a Finnish town with lamprey on their crest.

Leech- Took just two stabs to get her hair, body and face where I wanted it. Those bright red eyebrows work so well to subtly mimic leech markings, her hair shapes are perfect and I love drawing them. It's hard to tell at this size but her lips are sewn together which works almost too well for the theming, the cartoon jack'o lantern shape just sits right on a leech. Being built like a brick shithouse with fantastic fat rolls really gives the body diversity in the group the punch it needs. But dear god in heaven she is so hard to dress! I'm liking this dress a moderate amount right now and I really love the shoes but it's not perfect. I've tried suits instead, I've down active wear, all crazy difficult. It's like fashion doesn't want to accentuate horizontal stripes on large bodies or something? I gotta keep trying on it. I've almost convinced myself to name her Annelid.

#ocs #artists on tumblr #vampires #chicken legs #character design #character concept #vampire #vampire concepts #character art #character illustration #creative process #leech #flea #mosquito #lamprey #mafia #underground women's wrestling

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hanasnx · 2 years

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I JUST READ YOUR ADDITIONS THEY'RE BRILLIANT 10/10/10/10 tens acrossss the boaaarddddd. It's exactly everything I was picturing for him and more, and I could literally see all.

"just one more time, just one" I can literally see anakin's earnest little face, his pink lips that's he's been biting all night because he's physically incapable of hiding the fact that being in your presence gives him horrible, filthy visions. I can hear Hayden's voice this is ridiculous I'm screetching.

And I agree about Padme, for 10 years she existed in his head as an angel, a fantasy. If they hadn't seen each other again in AOTC, or if Padme wasn't as bonkers as she was (because she absolutely is bonkers for getting into that relationship with him, only slightly less bonkers and more composed than her husband), and the reader came along when he was just a year or two older, his focus would absolutely switch the second they make physical contact. Because that's another thing we can't even get INTO RN, HIS TOUCH STARVATION. Shmi was so physically affectionate, hands on little Ani's face, ruffling his hair, probably even bathing him too just to make sure he doesn't waste any water. To go from that to having a master who took years to get used to even having him around, I'd imagine the first woman who wasn't a authority figure, or comrade, or native to some random planet he met on a mission, to touch him immediately set his nerves on fire. So yeah I 1000% agree

Your mind 🧠🧠🧠 fr

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ANON OUR MINDSSSS

the touch starvation is so real like he’s so incredibly needy for approval, validation, and AFFECTION. literally anything he does in the media i’ve seen him in is look to obi wan after for approval literally it must transfer to so many of his relationships.

tbh whenever i write for anakin i imagine that’s how the reader and him started and this is one of their sexual escapades. this exact fwb we’ve been talking about is my-personal-canon backstory in all 3 of my fics for the guy 💀 i just am having so much fun putting it into words and then GETTING TO TALK ABOUT THE LITTLE TWIST WHERE HE GETS JEALOUS OVER HER REAL ACTUAL BOYFRIEND AHSJDJDN🫠🫠

also omfg the “pink lips from being bitten” description u had 😵 bcos yes. he thinks about fucking you every which way whenever you two are within 30 feet of each other and whenever you’re further than that he’s thinking about the next time he gets within that proximity again istg

padme is crazy fr and that’s completely fine tbh looking through rose colored glasses every red flag was just a flag 💀 and who could blame her?? i would’a hopped on that dick first chance i got the same as her.

and yes the fycking 1000000% becomes obsessed when you met and you first touched him by putting a hand on his shoulder to ask if he’s okay. his nerve endings literally fried

he has an obsession i mean that sincerely bcos honestly hes so obsessive in canon media

#👑 anon #thanks for the msg!!#please make self care a priority #indy shoots the shit #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #donnie

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kirstielol · 10 months

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my qk75 keyboard is finally here 😭 i pre-ordered this in november.

it's a 75% mechanical keyboard, gasket mounted, with an FR4 plate. this thing is heavy as fuck, it has an internal brass weight, and an external steel weight that i got in 'brushed gold' on the back, which i think matches the beige case i picked out really well. the case weighs 5 pounds lol it's kind of crazy. it also has an encoder knob on the top right that i'm going to use to control volume! i'm so so so so so freaking excited about this damn keyboard lol, i've been waiting 8 months for this to finally arrive 😭

i just tested the PCB and everything works! so after dinner i'm going to build it! i'm planning on using KTT rose linear switches and my osume 'year of the rabbit' keycaps, which i specifically bought because i think they match this case perfectly.

#sorry to be annoying and blab about keyboard nerd stuff lol #i'll probably post pictures as i'm building it #or maybe just after i'm done.. we'll see #mechanical keyboard #qk75 #qwertykeys 75 #mechkeeb #mechanicalkeyboards #qwertykeys #it also comes with soooooo many case foams.. i'm using all the foams so it'll sound super marble-y when i type

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marcspectorstannie · 2 years

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✩ Am I crazy? ✩ (Steven grant x reader x Marc Spector)

Warnings: slight episode 5 spoilers,angst, mentions of death, slight swearing

Summary: Steven finds out about his mom, Marc has to remember everything as you comfort the both of them

An: this is kind of an awkward setting?? I wrote this with Marc and Steven being seperated in the hospital mind place so that's why im switching dialogue like that :/

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"Look Steven, you have to listen to me. Your mother, our mother, is dead. She has been for a while"

Marc grabbed Steven by his shoulders, forcing him to look at him. Stevens eyes locked with Marcs as his mind raced.

"She's not dead, are you mental? Don't say that, alright. I spoke with her just yesterday."

"Steven, are you sure you spoke to her or did you just leave another voice mail. Have you noticed she's never picked up? That she's never called you back after months? "

Steven's eyes darted from Marc to yours. His eyes stayed on you for longer that before, sensing that he wasn't lying.

"Steven hun, Marc is right.He told me everything that happened and I'm so sorry that happened to you, Marc for having to relive it, and you Steven for just finding out. But you have to listen to us, she isn't coming back."

His mouth clenched, holding back his tears.Marc let go of his shoulder, dropping his head and arms. He wouldn't blink, letting the tears that welled up in his eyes fall. Steven stepped back, nervously fidgeting with his hands to stop the shaking.

"Did she.... Did she really... "

The British accent filled the room. Marc nodded, turning his head to hide his face. You walked over to him slowly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

"It's ok to cry Marc, it's ok."

Steven sat down, resting his head on blank wall. His chest rose up and down quickly. His eyes were so glossy, it's like they weren't even there. You looked over at Marc, noticing he'd fallen to his knees. He shook his head no multiple times.

"Check on Steven, make sure he's alright"

He choked up a few words, trying not to cry in front of you. You looked over to where Steven was and he was gone, the doors swinging from his presence. You went through the doors and found poor Steven curled up on the floor against the wall, sobbing softly.

"Love,I just want you to know that I'm here for you. Marc is here for you-"

"Am I crazy?"

Steven cut your words sharply. He looked at you agonizingly with his bloodshot eyes, tears staining his face and sweater.

"No love, no you're not crazy of course not. You just have a lot going on in your mind and that's ok."

You moved closer in front of him. You just wanted to hug him and Marc tightly and never let go, let them know everything will be alright. Steven buried his head back into his knees, letting a few more sobs escape. You finally couldn't take watching him cry anymore, so you gently kissed the top of his head and when to go check on Marc.

"God fucking dammit.. He wasn't supposed to know this way. He wasn't..."

That's what you heard, re-entering the room with marc still on the floor. His hair was ruffled all over the place, no longer slicked back. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he probably gave in and let the tears out. He had his mouth covered to silence the cries and not disturb you or Steven.

"Marc, look at me. It's ok to feel this way, it's ok for you to cry and express your feelings."

"Is it bad to be reacting this way over someone who abused you?"

His hushed voice was barely heard with his mouth still covered. His breathing had calmed down a bit now that you've come. He tried to look at you, but every time he felt more tears.

"No honey, it isn't bad. You still loved her, you acknowledged her horrible actions but still cared about her."

He continued staring at the floor, letting your words fill his head.

"I'll go get Steven, ok?"

You quickly got up and walked out the room to see Steven still on the floor but he isn't crying anymore.

"Love, come on. Let's go check on Marc. "

You held your hand out for him to grab and he hesitantly grabbed it. You led him to where he was, sniffling a couple times.

"Marc...."

Steven called out for him. Noticing he didn't respond, he slowly walked over to him and kneeled to his level.

"Marc, are you-"

He cut him off quickly but hugging him tightly. His hands clenched on the fabric of his sweatshirt.Steven quickly hugged back, letting each other process their thoughts.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry ."

Marc repeated the phrase multiple times. The poor man can't say it enough. He didn't want to hurt him, he didn't want to involve him at all. Now he's facing what he hid. The tension seemed to leave the room now that the news was told.

"You're not crazy Steven, you're not. I made you like this, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this"

You watched the two guys resolve their current situation piece by piece, finding out new things, learning things Steven shouldn't have.

"You guys should get some rest, clear your heads, ok? Don't need you guys going ballistic on me."

Steven looked at you, letting go of Marc and motioning you over. You rolled your eyes, and reluctantly walked over to them.

"I love you. Both of you"

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#moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #moonknight spoilers #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant headcanon #marc spector #marc spector headcanon #marc spector x reader #mr knight #knonshu #spoilers

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drkcnry67 · 1 year

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I want you to be my queen

Title: I want you to be my queen

Pairing: John x reader

Spn Kink: age difference

Tags: maybe mentions of virginity loss, mentions of sexual activities, maybe mentions of cock in pussy, cum in pussy etc... (not all this may be in story just covering the bases)

Rating: 18+ (just in case)

Created for @spnkinkevents

Summery: not telling....

Yn: I cant remember how many times I wanted to be the girl who could save the day...

Jo: what do you mean?

Yn: what if he doesn't like me? I can't take another rejection...

Jo: from what the messenger told me the king has no heir and would like someone to continue his line in the event that his health gets worse. He is willing to give you full ruler status if that happens. But from what I hear he is handsome and brave and kind and doesn't have any fears apart from being a bit older than any of the others... this king is in his early late 30s I think and while this isn't exactly ideal he is willing to compromise with you...

You watched out the window humming your response to her as the carriage slowed its roll... this prompted a hand on your shoulder.

Jo: so what do you say, you ready?

Yn: I'm scared jo, I'm scared of another rejection...

Jo: oi not this again look girl, we will find you a nice decent man to be your husband if it is the last thing I do...

Yn: okay fine let's do...

Then your eyes landed on the line up of people along the path to greet you...

Yn: holy cow is this all for us?

Jo placed her hand on your own...

Jo: not for us, for you... it's for you...

Yn: do not let me fall on my face I can't take embarrassment on top of the possibility of rejection...

Jo: you won't fall trust me... now switch sides let me get out first...

You girls do everything you have done many times before feeling the carriage stop completely.

Footsteps outside and a trumpet sounded before the carriage door opened jo got out and you slid over...

Yn: okay I can do it, I can do this...

You scooted over and took the hand of the footman... stepping out of the carriage you breathed a deep breath of fresh air before your eyes met a set of brown eyes...

You and jo walked up the aisle passing all the people bowing and then it was your turn to bow.

John: welcome your grace I trust your journey was pleasant.

Yn: was a bit rocky my lord. I'm yn princess of summerset...

John: im John King of daggerfall. Welcome princess shall we walk and talk.

Yn: we shall but a moment if you please...

You turn to jo and give her specific instructions on what to do with the luggage. And you go up and walk along side John.

John: I hope that over your stay you will find everything to your liking. I also hope you will join me for a few meetings later with my council and then to the feast tonight.

Yn: I would be honored my lord

John: just John please

You smile at him your eyes meeting his as people dispurse from behind you both to give you both some privacy.

John and you kept chatting, walking till your eyes landed on the rose garden... your eyes with wide with wonder... you watched as John went over picked a red rose and brought it to you.

John: I know we haven't known eachother long and it's silly of me to think this way already but I am awestruck by you. I will bring you 3 roses every day, till the day when you make your decision on whether or not to accept my proposal which is very simply this: we would rule as equals, my palace is yours, my servants are yours, my council is your council and all I have will be yours too... but most importantly you get all of me, we are equal partners in this crazy thing we call life. So do you agree to take this time to consider your decision?

You take the rose and he steps closer to you.

Yn: I agree to consider this carefully but also to make clear to you my thoughts on this matter John. I have feelings for you as well just haven't decided if they are positive or negative yet.

John: well I look forward to the day when you make your choice... and know that whatever you decide should you need a place to live my kingdom is open to you and your lady in waiting...

Yn: thank you John. Speaking of jo, I should go find her, so we can get ready for tonight... walk me to my room?

John nods as he holds his arm out for you to take, which you do.. the walk to your room filled with more conversation but a lingering longing stood between you both.

John suddenly is stopped with you in your tracks as a bunch of men approached you both...

Xavier: my lord, your grace it's time for the council meeting my lord...

You look at John who glances at you.

John: it's all good Xavier call it like it is in front of yn! She will be joining us for the meetings cause I promised she could see the way i run the kingdom to help her choose whether or not she wants to stay here, to be with me...

Yn: its a pleasure to meet you Xavier, I look forward to watching John and you work.

Xavier bows in respect.

Xavier: of course my lady. Shall we adjourn to the council room or where would we hold the meeting today...

John: maybe the throne room today, have the guards set up the tables, and some chairs seat yn next to me please. And bring out some wine too... red and sweet like yn! And some sweets too.

You smile as John pulls you closer to him, he waved the advisors towards the throne room.

John: if i ask your permission to kiss you, what would your answer be?

Yn: my answer would be, kiss me at the end of the night after the feast and see how it goes.

You smile as you walk toward the door where all the noise was coming from and are instantly hit with the sight of a lifetime.

Yn: this is gorgeous... obviously you like blue my lord..

John comes closer to you before he reply to your question.

John: yes its actually a family color... main color for our family crest...

to have Him so close to you made you feel different, made you feel like something was happening deep in your being.

Yn(internally): oh my God, his advances, am I imagining things or is this... like instant attraction? Oh my God is he in love with me after only a few hours... I guess only time will tell...

Meanwhile, John was also struggling with his internal thoughts.

John(internally): oh damn, she is smart beautiful, sexy, oh my God she is going to make me a very gorgeous queen and me a very lucky man! We will see what happens after the feast...

you and John sat side by side as he attended to the meeting, john explaining things to you as the meeting went along. but one topic prked your interst...

victor: so the plans to expand into mid town and build a school that is affordable for evryone and will also give those with no where to live a place to live. but we are having problems with the building plans...

victor snapped his fingers and the plans were brought up on the table placed before you and John. you move closer to john to tke a better look at the blueprints...

yn (in a small whisper): this is all wrong... the design is all wrong...

this caught johns and victors ears as they both now were staring at you...

john: whats wrong

Yn: can I have the pencil for a second and get in between you 2 for a moment...

Shuffling around and being handed a pencil you were now ready to explain...

Yn: well the plan is great you need to have more space, always have extra space. The lot you want to have this on, does it have extra yard?

John: why of course it does...

Yn: instead of using that yard entirely for a maze or a garden of some kind you could section it off, yes you have lots of space to work with so there's the main building, and adding an extra floor or 3 on that one isn't bad either just to max space but at least 3 other buildings could be built on the lot and still have lots of outdoor space.

Victor and John look at you for a moment before a question is raised by one of the members.

Council 1: but your grace, the grounds the maze it needs to be huge... how does adding more buildings...

You roll your eyes and proceed to explain it again.

Yn: if we max on building space, there will be more room for schooling, jobs, housing for those who need it...

Victor: Aaron did you get all those notes jotted down?

Aaron: yes I did, thank you your grace for your input, I look forward to hopefully showing you these plans again when I revise them.

John: yn that was amazing how did you know how to do that?

You smile lightly accepting john's invitation to sit on his lap...

Yn: my father taught me this as part of my upbringing... learning how to run a kingdom one needs to know how to do everything...

John: well your father sounds like a smart man, I look forward to meeting him one day...

Your eyes met his, as the council members were ushered out by Victor, seeing as neither of you paying much attention to much else in that moment...

John: what are you thinking?

Yn: that I want you, all of you, right now, before the ball, consider it my gift to you as my acceptance of your courtship/proposal!

John's eyes looked at you ravenously with fire in his eyes...

John: are you sure?

yn: yes i am my king!

johns hand gripped your own as he led you to his chambers... you were sure of your feelings your acceptance you were sure that this was where you belonged...

johns guards opened the door and shut it behind you guys as johns gaze pinned you where you stood... you felt his hands come round your shoulders from behind... his breath close enough to be felt on the back of your neck.

his hands started to undo your corset... once that was done his hands slid your corset off your body.. then it was your undoing... it was your end... or at least thats how it felt...

john: i have less to remove so you dont worry bout that i will be undressed quicker, for now i want to enjoy admiring every inch of your beautiful body...

yn: it is yours to admire my king!

that made john move closer to the bed, his body now flush with your own. the kisses he was leaving along your shoulders your neck your arms, the feeling of his hands touching every inch of your exposed skin sent tiny sparks and waves of pleasure through your entire body.

yn: john...

you cried out in moans of pleasure as you felt johns hands hike up the bottom of your slip... his fingers running over your slit, before dipping into your sweet pussy.

yn: john!!! rip this slip off of me, i cant stand it anymore... i love you john please i need you! all of you inside me...

john: you are so beautiful! prepare yourself here i come...

john made quick work in getting rid of his clothing... he then flipped you onto your back onto the bed. this made you moan in delight as he allowed you a few seconds to admire himself.

yn: how did i get so lucky?

john: right place right time... im coming in now... please let me know if you experience any discomfort.

yn: do it, let me feel you inside me...

you feel a slight pain before you feel him slide into your pussy, the feeling of john allowing you to adjust to his size made you moan a bit once he started slowly moving, his thrusts becoming more eratic as the love making went on.

after about an hour of passion in the sheets, pillows and blankets all over the floor... you and john were reaching your climaxes...

yn: john im gonna, ugh!!!!

john: me too baby girl!

the climaxes stole your breaths away... you were now laying with your head on johns bicep your hand resting on his chest...

yn: wow!

john: how do you feel my princess!

yn: i feel amazing! that was amazing!

John pulls your chin up to face him..

John: I hope your pregnant...

You giggle as the thought of the feast crosses your mind...

Yn: John, that is not how things are done...

John: neither is this and yet here we are...

Yn: we should get ready for the feast...

John: ya your right... cover up for a moment...

You do so as John summons his servant to fetch a dress for you from your lady in waiting and bring it back here...

You smile as John continues to hold you close for a while more..

Yn: can I level with you for a brief second

John: of course

Yn: I was ready to give up on love my lord, I'd met so many men who just wanted more money and power and a wench basically... they didn't care who I was as a person... but I can tell your different so I YN of summerset hereby accept thy proposal of earlier this day my lord..

John proceeds to kiss you again till a knock sounds from the door, John hands you a robe as he dons his other one both of you sitting on the chaise as the door is opened to jo and the servant...

Both are shocked to see your current state of things...

Yn: John may I formally introduce my lady in waiting Jo, jo let me be the first to introduce this fine man as John my fiance!

jo curtsies as john bows and smiles holding one hand firm to your shoulder...

yn: alright well i think we should get ready my love...

john: alright there is a secluded area over yonder side of the room, for you ladies and yourself to prepare for tonights festivities... i'll see you ladies in a few minutes...

john stood at attention as you stood flush with his body placing your hands on his waist to kiss his gentle lips. before pulling back and going off with your ladies to the other side of the room, behind the covered area.

jo: girl, you did it you found your happily ever after..

yn: ya i know, its kinda exciting actually. speaking of exciting jo can you send a messenger with a note saying what has corresponded in regards to my choosing a husband... and where we are incase they wish to come out and see for themselves... tell them i will write again when its a wedding invite.

jo: i will do that later tonight, when i am getting ready for the feast myself... now lets get you into this dress and shoes before there is a lack of well everything in here... or we are all late for the feast.

You let jo and the other lady help you dress and get ready choosing to just leave your hair down, and choosing to wear your tiara and a pony tail(yes easy and simple so your ladies could go get ready...)

You come out from the cover wearing a gold Satin spaghetti strap floor-length well fitted dress and short heels... you watch for John's reaction...

John let's out a light whistle as he takes in your form...

Yn: is it too much?

John: no it's perfect... you look beautiful...

Yn: thank you... now I need to just do my pony tail and put on my tiara and I'm all good to go...

John: I just need to pick out a jacket would you like to help me...

You smile at John as your eyes follow his form to the set of 4 different jackets on the bed... you go to the jackets and look at them running your fingers over their intricate detail...

Yn: I had a thought do you have one to match my dress?

You ask as you now move one of the jackets so you can sit on the bed...

John: yes I think so just one second...

John goes over to the wardrobe and searches for a moment before an excited sound escapes John's lips.

You watch as he puts on a blue jacket with gold inlay... you go up and smooth out the jacket as your fingers run over every inch of it...

Yn: my king looks very handsome!

john: and my future queen looks very beautiful! now are you ready to go out before all these people and announce our engagement.

yn: its long overdue for me to announce my engagement to someone. so yes i am ready to announce this!

you and john walk out of the room, down the hall and stand ready to enter the great hall where the feast would be... the page announced you guys as john led you through the crowd to sit beside him at the head table, jo entered shortly after and sat beside you...

jo: girl you look amazing!

yn: thank you

john simply held your hand as you and he both were engaged in seperate conversations... then victor approached john and you from behind and said it is time to get everyone seated and to get the evening started...

so john let go of your hand after you both stood up and a wave of calm brushed over you as john clinked the glass slightly earning the attention of everyone in the room.

john: if everyone can please be seated i have a few things to say before we eat...

everyone moved to find their seats, to sit down and settle in before john continued he held his glass in one hand and wrapped his freee arm around your waist...

john: welcome here everyone to this special night. my main purpose for throwing this feast was to welcome princess YN of summerset, it still is but now it also serves as a celebratory feast... now i believe i have one more act to pull off before i have the servers come in...

you watch as he takes both of your glasses and places them on the table. you smile lightly as his arm is still around your waist...

john: yn, we have barely been aquainted for a day but you already agreed to my proposal but now to do things properly. so as witnesses to this moment i employ you all to watch as this lovely lady before me makes her choice once more...

john grabs the black box from victor and places it on the table in front of you...

yn: john whats this?

john: since you have already agreed to my proposal in less formal standards now we have but one part of the formality to go through and that is this, inside this box is your future, a gift from me to you, this box has not been opened, i had it comissioned when i recieved word of your impending arrival from your emissary...

john opens the box for you to see a silver tiara with sapphires inlaid, a necklace to match and a ring of similar pattern, except the sapphire in the center of the ring was huge...

john picks up the ring and holds it out to you...

john: yn i want you to be my queen, what is your answer?

yn: john i would be honored to be your queen, and to the people i say this, i promise to rule with justice and mercy and to keep the peace where and when i can, my first official act is to oversee the plans for a new school/housing building being built in midtown.

you feel john slide the ring on your finger, then you watch as he grabs the tiara from the box, you remove the one you are currently wearing as he then places the tiara on your head...

john then grabs your hand with his own and holds both your hands up in the air.

john: my people you have heard her speak, you have seen her acceptance, i present to you, YN your future queen!

The crowd cheers as the congratulations come in shouts... thats when victor gets up and speaks...

victor: servers are now coming out with the food... enjoy the feast...

celebrations continued well into the night, you and john were both finally happy... but what happened next tune in next time for the next chapter of our story!

~to be continued~

#spnkinkbingo #supernatural #John Winchester x reader

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watanabebad · 10 months

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introducing the first chapter of,

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 | 𝐉.𝐉𝐇 𝐊.𝐌𝐆 ʟ.ᴅʜ

w! ; 2.1k words. 3rd person. there is some swearing, but not too much. y/n is implied to be a bigger girl, but it does not go too in depth on physical appearance (aside from tattoos/piercings). Bestfriend and roommate Haechan. <3

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“another hard day” y/n let out an exasperated sigh, walking in and setting her bag onto the kitchens counter top, forcing off her shoes despite them still being laced.

she didn’t care much for her work shoes or the shape they were in, and she tried her best to toss them off her feet and to the side of the door as best she could from her place in the kitchen.

one made it in front of the door while the other landed by the shoe rack.

close enough.

haechan looked over from the couch mid game, not being able to pay her much attention, but still let out a small chuckle at her statement.

“too many dead roses?” he teased, hinting that her job at the flower shop couldn’t be that hard. she matched his teasing attitude and let out a sarcastic huff.

“oh you wouldn’t even believe.” y/n went to the fridge, grabbing her and haechan two cans of soda, she suddenly stopped in her tracks though, remembering the events that played out earlier in the shop.

“oh god but you wouldn’t believe what happened today.” her expression went unnoticed as haechan was still in his match, but he stole occasional glances her way as he could hear the excitement in her voice.

“so, you know Valentine’s Day is next week, well,”

she raised her brows, now catching haechan’s full attention as she took a pause, stringing out her words. he just finished his round and took the headset off, setting his remote down and joining her in the kitchen where she was preparing a small snack for both of them. she knew he didn’t always take the best care of himself when she wasn't home, he was always pre-occupied with something he thought to be more important, and never took the time to feed himself properly.

“some guy came in today and got a bouquet for his fiancé and his girlfriend.” haechan’s eyes widened grabbing the half eaten bag of honey butter chips from y/n’s hand and helping himself.

“how do you know it was a girlfriend and not sister?” haechan asked, trying to figure the situation out himself. y/n shook her head in response, grabbing another bag from the pantry and grabbing her soda, haechan followed behind her to the couch and she saw Leauge of Legends paused on the tv.

“tae helped him, he told me everything that happened. i guess he didn’t wanna ask me cause he thought i’d judge him, which i mean...” her suggestive face showed she wouldn’t have been the biggest supporter, but then again he was just a come and go client like most of the other customers, so her opinion shouldn’t have mattered to him anyway.

“and then what happened?” haechan asked, still intrigued and waiting for the real plot to unravel.

y/n let out a snarky laugh, nearly choking on the sprite as she recalled the situation.

“he got letters written for them in the bouquets, and tae switched the bouquets.” haechan looked a little confused until it finally clicked. him and y/n have eachother a look and she just nodded, it was indeed true.

“so his fiance wanted roses, and the girlfriend wanted tigerlilly’s,”

“but the girlfriend got roses, and his fiance got tigerlilly’s .” haechan finished her sentence. sinking back into the couch and letting out a huff of disbelief.

y/n sat back into the couch too, taking another sip before really taking in the situation.

“damn, that actually is really sad, i feel kinda bad for laughing.” she sighed, but haechan shook his head, slapping her thigh making her furrow her brows in his direction at the hard impact.

“we’re not laughing and them, it’s just crazy people out there actually do that. i mean then again i don’t know what he expected having a bunch of kids at a flower shop make his girlfriend and soon to be wife's bouquet.” haechan teased her for still being so young. she slapped his chest almost out of reflex, rolling her eyes.

“well to be fair, i can legally drink, and that’s all that matters.” she popped another chip in her mouth and continued, getting up she went back to the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass, pulling out another one for haechan.

“actually, i’ve been able to legally drink for two years now.” she had a smug look on her face, seeing as haechan rolled his eyes in her direction.

“and i think i’m gonna have a drink just because i can.” she popped the top of the rosé off and poured a little in her cup, pouring just a little more into his.

“well then when is ms grown y/n gonna get out of the flower shop and get into the real world?” he was trying to tease her, but she realized he was right. she was 21 now, and although the flower shop was a great work environment with people she’d been with for over a year now, she knew it wasn’t a place she wanted to be forever. if haechan didn’t have the job he did now to financially support them, there’s no way y/n could have supported herself with a minimum wage job.

“it isn’t my fault though.” she set the cup down. now not wanting to drink just because she could. haechan gave her an apologetic look, making more room for her to come sit back with him on the couch.

“i take out almost all my piercings before my interviews, and i cover my tattoos best as i can. but damn they can’t expect me to wear long sleeves everyday.” she rolls her eyes, haechan looked down at her partially covered sleeved out arm, and her other arm with smaller tattoos here and there.

“wow, i never realized how many of the same flower you have.” he grabbed her arm, turning it every which way to try and count how many peonies and other unnamed flowers littered her arms.

“i mean, my tattoos don’t define me, you know? and, piercings are just holes with cute jewelry in them.” she tried to reason as haechan was still stuck on counting the tattoos on her arm, until y/n suddenly jumped up and threw her arms up.

“fuck i should have listened to my dad.” she thought back to when she was 17 and living at home, getting any idea that popped into her head tattooed on her body permanently. her dad tried to convince her that she shouldn’t be so quick to get these big pieces, as she may regret them, or even worse, be denied certain job positions.

for her though, it was the latter reasoning. there had been times where a few months later she would be in the shower and think, “wow, i actually got this” but those were usually just thoughts that occasionally came and went.

haechan looked at her, eyes wide before he exclaimed,

“i forgot about your thigh!” he was referring to the piece that went from her pelvic bone to her thigh and slightly down.

y/n looked at him, groaning in distress as she realized he hadn't really been paying attention to her rant from the start. she slumped herself back into the couch, looking into the void of nothingness ahead of her, seeing nothing but the ivory painted walls with small knicks in it from stupid shit her and haechan would do.

haechan could see that even though she may have been joking earlier, it seemed like everything was really flashing before her eyes. he starred at her for a while, contemplating sitting down with her again and sulking, but he knew that would just get them in a never ending cycle, like the one they seemed to already be in.

"hey,"

y/n looked up at him slightly, her eyes still sulky.

"get up." he continued. if this were any other occasion, y/n would have questioned him trying to sound dominant, but at this point she didn't care.

"you know you could work as a receptionist online, i've heard they make pretty good money." y/n tilted her head in thought, possibly considering it before haechan finished his statement.

"plus, that way they won't know what you look like." he tried to sound cheerful, but y/n sent him an annoyed look. it's almost like she forgot it wasn't that she didn't qualify for these job positions, but more so that her looks didn't.

"i'm gonna go shower." and with that, y/n walked down the hall into her room, locking the door and continuing to gather the clothes she was going to wear to bed, before heading into her bathroom.

y/n took her time in the shower, watching the water run down onto her arms and chest, seeing the water make her tattoos appear more vibrant than they really were.

she sighed to herself, having that thought occur in her head once again;

the, "wow, i really got this" thought.

she shrugged off the thought, knowing something good would happen eventually.

maybe even sooner than she was expecting...

y/n walked back into the common area of the house, it being much quitter than before, she assumed haechan was either in the shower as well, or in his room continuing his matches on his computer instead.

she looked in the fridge looking for snacks out of absolute boredom, she let out a huff when she saw nothing but a few scraps of takeout, a few slices of turkey, milk and a few other materials. Not enough to make anything close to a meal.

the clock on the stove read 8:12, it isn't too late for coffee, right?

she wanted to just get out and stop absorbing herself in the sadness that sparked earlier from her and haechan's talk. she decided the walk to Yoon's Bakery wasn't too far, and it wasn't too dark yet, she could destress on the walk there. then end her night by sitting at the window seat and looking out the window, pretending she was the main character in a movie, as people that looked like her didn't ideally make the cut as the mc, so she would make up scenarios in her head where she actually did.

y/n had a pair of plaided pajama pants on over her bedtime shorts, as well as an oversized white t-shirt, despite her sister telling her to stop wearing heavy clothing as it made her look even bigger as her sister put it.

she grabbed her house key from the bowl and slipped her bear slippers onto her feet, taking off for the shop that was only blocks away.

The light breeze made it easier for y/n to free her mind, that and the playlist she had going on. the music seemed to abruptly be interrupted though by her phone dinging with multiple messages at once. she furrowed her brow before seeing the multiple strings of texts from haechan.

My ☀️ : uhh it's dark - sent 8:34pm My ☀️ : why didn't you take me with you…. - sent 8:24pm My ☀️ : whatever just bring me a cheesecake pop - sent 8:25pm My ☀️ : pls and thx be safe i guess :) - sent 8:25pm

she rolled my eyes at his messages, pushing open the shops door and hearing the little welcoming bell ding, much like the bell on her flower shops door.

the constant ding of the bell didn't mask the sound of papers falling onto the floor along with a mans muffled curse.

y/n looked to the corner window and saw a man in a sleek black suite with a laptop and now spilled coffee.

despite there being people closer to him than she was, y/n went over to his aid and helped him collect all of his papers and folders that had fallen onto the floor. they accidently touched hands when y/n looked up and realized she had grabbed nearly all of his papers already.

"ah thank you." he shyly bowed his head, giving her a close mouthed smile.

y/n smiled back up at him and automatically took notice of his piercings and tattoos on display.

she then looked back to his suite, which aside from the coffee stain was a sleek dark grey color, having a white button up and tie, though it was loosened as it was after hours. she then looked up to a tucked away folder reading "confidential" across it, along with the coded screen that was up on his laptop.

he had two piercings on one side of his lip, along with an eyebrow piercing; and as far as she could see, hand tattoos leading back up onto his clothed arm.

a business man.

with piercings and tattoos.

just like her.

a/n ; i hope you all enjoyed the first part!! still a bit of a slow start, but i just wanted to her the intro done before i got into the real plot. i can’t wait for you guys to see all of the future guests i put in here. ☺️ it only gets better from here! and i hope to have the second part out sometime by next week~

not yet proof read!

#kpop #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook imagine #mingyu #mingyu ceo #mingyu imagines #jeonghan #jeonghan ceo #jeonghan imagine #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #yoon jeonghan #kim mingyu #haechan #lee haechan #donghyuck

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My husband and I's birthdays are three weeks apart so we were treating everyone to lunch for them. It was a bit of a circus but we were at a place that's like not very popular, so it was fine lmao

Anyway, just before we left, my mother in law accused me of filming her and streaming what she's doing online. I was on my phone, theorizing and connecting stuff (the one I was looking at that moment - The Albatross line about a rose by any other name was a Taymoji from I Know Places, aside from being a line from Romeo and Juliet) and I bumped my phone on the table while I was typing it out to send it to a friend. As soon as I did, I lifted up the phone to see if anything cracked because it's a glass table. I have no idea how she interpreted that as me recording her (or why the hell I would be doing that in the first place, she was just sitting watching a film) and she started screaming. The thing is, I didn't even hear her, usually when I'm theorizing, I'm also listening to the song at the same time, so I had headphones in, blasting the song at full volume. But my husband did, and started arguing with her about how she's making stuff up, and asking why I'd be doing that. When she saw that I was ignoring her (I turned off the song when I heard commotion but kept my headphones in), she switched the subject to why was the lunch scheduled today, when her husband has to go to work afterward, it should have been a different day when he's off work. But the thing is, this was the date that my in-laws agreed would work for them two weeks ago. Because we were making sure it would work for them, not everyone else. So that argument wasn't working for her either.

Then at the restaurant all she talked about was illnesses various relatives had, or funerals and funeral anniversaries (my grandma on my dad's side, the crazy one, has the same conversation topics btw) and this was a birthday lunch! Each time she opened her mouth it was a downer lmao Everyone was trying to steer the conversation in different directions but that woman is unstoppably morbid skskks We're back home now and my dad called me to ask what the hell was up with her, that's how bad she was lmao

I ignored her the whole time, didn't even look at her, I'm expecting for her to bring that up the next time she feels bored and wants to start an argument. Oh and to top it all off, everyone got us gifts, but my in-laws. My family gave us gifts for our birthdays when they happened a couple of weeks ago, and again for this lunch because they didn't want to come "empty handed". My in-laws gave me a gift on the day too, but nothing today, and my husband got nothing from them both times. On one hand, who cares, but on the other, they're his parents, you'd think they'd at least pretend to care? I know they got me a gift because they think I'm gonna tell my parents and they want to know pretend like everything is fine and dandy when that happens, but I'm not the type to even mention stuff like this. But they're both shitty for the way they treat their son and I hate it.

Anyway, enough about that, tell me your favorites off the album!!

everything i learn about your in laws makes me wanna inspect their brains with a microscope like what miserable people 😭 also not getting your son anything for his bday is a little wild even as an adult

anyway!!! im still trying to process but thank you aimee, so high school, the prophecy, and also guilty as son and but daddy i love him are bops but im trying not to think of the Muse tm

#usually i dont really think about the muse of a song and really just apply it to my own life or my writing but i keep thinking about it #like why did those two specifically have to be heaters #lore anon #asks #also sorry i got to this hours later #i have had the migraine of all time today

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gianninnaa · 1 year

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is that giannina castro ? a freshman originally from anaheim , ca , they decided to come to ogden college to study music . they’re the influencer on campus , but even they could get blamed for greer’s disappearance .

basics

name: giannina castro. nickname: g, gia, gigi, nina. date of birth: june 5th 2003. age: nineteen. zodiac: gemini sun, leo moon, taurus rising. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexuality: bisexual. hometown: anaheim, ca. major: music. trope: the influencer.

personality

positive traits: ebullient, grandiose & affable. negative traits: profligate, fickle & superficial. character inspo: jackie burkhart (that 70’s show), emma mountebank (the quarry), sharpay evans (high school musical), daisy jones (daisy jones and the six), serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), hanna marin (pretty little liars), haley dunphy (modern family), alexis rose (schitt's creek) – some more than others. likes: lip gloss, moscato, sweet candy scented perfumes, glitter, being adored, lively parties, having someone to take pictures for her in public, white chocolate, shopping, the feeling of having your hair and nails both freshly done, cats, validation. dislikes: dirt, spiders, being ignored, walking home alone after a party, super drying matte liquid lips, the combination of chocolate and orange, fireball. habits: dots her i & j with hearts, twirls her hair when she thinks, shamelessly takes photos in public, still writes in her diary, if you hold her hand- she will swing it while you walk, blows bubbles whenever she has bubblegum, laughs when she's nervous. skills: batting her eyelashes to get whatever she wants, writing songs, figure skating, symmetrical winged liner, cheerleading, can make conversation with anyone. flaws: tries too hard, gossips, switches sides when it suits her, compares herself to others, takes no being like very very personally, changes to be what she thinks people want from her. aesthetics: becoming the ideal and losing yourself in the process, the battle between girlhood and godhood, perfume clinging to silk sheets, a lonely mansion on top of a hill, clinking of champagne flutes, the future is covered in roses, late nights spent dancing under the moonlight, girlhood forfeited in lieu of greatness, laughter like sodapop, venus in her scallop shell, multiple hearts but not one is capable to love, shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough, the chaos of a lively city, warm as the sun and burning as bright, childhood dies with thundering applause.

physical appearance

faceclaim: jenna ortega. height: she's 5'1, but she's always wearing some kind of heel or platform. even casually, she's got a cute lil pair of chunky white platform sneakers. she says being taller makes her legs look longer, so she'll never give it up. hair: the cutest little curtain bangs bc i love them!! she's very very on trend. all the little braids and space buns that have come into fashion are so gia. heat styles her hair every day. makeup: she doesn't go Crazy on her makeup. she has a stupid long skin care routine to make sure she always appears as flawless as she wants people to believe she is. light weight foundation that lets her freckles show through. winged liner and half lash is a staple. gloss > lipstick any day,, but like a tinted gloss. she's still fun. fashion: gia doesn't have a set style of her own. she just follows the trends. back in the day, trends lasted a little longer. now?? all those micro trends? girl buys a new closet like every month.

connection to the trope

giannina’s life has been in front of the camera since the day she was born. every talent show or dance recital recorded by her parents. photos from every first day of school, birthday, school dance, and everything in between. it was just another part of her life. like every other teenager growing up in the ‘10s, gia had social media. none of it was out of the ordinary until 2019. giannina’s tiktok account was mostly just slice of life content. messing around with her friends, outfit checks, lip syncing to her favourite song. she got a decent amount of follower from simply being attractive one the internet, but she didn’t really start to blow up until she started posting her songs. originals, covers – they started the career gia has now. the more she posted, the more followers she got. though she'd like to say she worked hard to get where she is now, that’s not really true. she just got lucky. her rising stardom was basically an overnight change. at least, that’s how it felt. suddenly, there were brand deals, teen choice awards, invites to red carpet events, record deals. it was perfect. original songs became a bigger part of her platform now that she was actually able to start releasing singles. more vlogging / day in the life style posts to show all the glamorous things she was doing (with a touch of “i’m just like you!”) get ready and unready with me. gia constantly has her phone on her; insta stories, tiktoks showing her life here at ogden. she’s a social media princess, and she intends on getting even bigger. ( career inspo – charli d'amelio, loren grey, nessa barrett )

connection to greer

her relationship to greer is one big “ what could have been ”. at least, that’s what gia says to anyone who will listen. two ships in the night, greer unfortunately going missing right before giannina’s freshman year. all she could do was mourn the ‘big sister mentor’ figure she’d never get to make greer. the truth, however, was a little less simple. when looking into ogden college, it was impossible to miss whispers about their very own golden girl. gia didn’t attend that party just for greer– she isn’t crazy– but when they found themselves in the same room, gia couldn’t let the opportunity pass. everyone would be swarming her when school started. even though giannina knew she could command an entire room’s attention, she didn’t want to lump herself in with the pathetic crowd begging for salvation. she approached the other girl at the party, champagne flute in her hand like an offering to some goddess. they hit it off the way gia knew they would. by the time she was walking into college, she’d already be royalty without having to try. who knew so much work and planning went into seeming effortless! it was all perfect until the news broke about greer going missing. while many people believe gia would operate on some kind of “there’s no such thing as good or bad attention, just attention!” mindset, that couldn’t be further from the truth. greer’s drama seemed messy and complicated, so gia severed all ties. forgot every word they spoke to each other (the drinks flowing definitely helped). all greer ever was or ever would be to gia is an almost. hmm, if only she remembered to purge her insta as well as her memories!

headcanons

💓 tba!

wanted connections

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 💓 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 — young, wild and free; that’s always been the goal. you’ve both met your match. though you probably bring out the worst in each other, you have so much fun when you’re with them. something that burns this bright is bound to burn out quickly, but it’s going to be one hell of a ride until you crash! 💓 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 / 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐚 — tba! 💓 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 — someone that followed gia on social media before she came to ogden. 💓 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 — in the eye of a hurricane, there is a quiet kind of peaceful. they bring out this kind of stability in gia. they don’t force her into it or make her feel bad when she has those days she feels like she can’t slow down, they just embrace her regardless. gia knows she always has a safe place to land, whether it’s controlled or a crash. 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 💓 “𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞” — point blank: gia is a bit of a fake. though she's charming to most, this is someone that just sees right through her act. they don't buy any of her fake kindness. 💓 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐚 — tba! 💓 𝐞𝐱-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 — tba! 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪 💓 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — it’s hard not to fall for someone like gia. handing affection out like candy, it was only a matter of time before someone took her seriously. sometimes it escapes her mind that some people flirt for love rather than fun. other times, she truly were just being friendly and now has someone pointing the finger and saying she led them on. 💓 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 — tba! 💓 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 — there was a small talking stage between them, but it ended- or more accurately, fizzled out- when gia stopped responding to them. could be on bad terms/hurt/upset by it or neutral/not caring. 💓 f𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 — similar, but gia friendzoned them. could be mutual friendzoning, could be bitter, anything!

#❪ 💓 ❫ 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨. ˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ musings.#ogdenintro

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