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crazyoffher · 7 months

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THOUGHTS & PRAYERS.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: drunk at a party, it takes you more effort to calm jenna's actions than you expected.

warnings: smut (18+) — masturbation, strap-on referred to as “cock”, praise, teasing, small mention of light choking, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slapping (yippee!), shortly withheld orgasm, begging -> mentions of alcohol (drunk!jenna), weed, and use of vulgar language. dom!r + sub!j

word amount: 4700+

a/n: happy (very late 😭) birthday, wes :) @wesstars

“Maybe we should go, Jen.”

You tugged the short girl by her arm mindlessly, failing to remember her drunken, unstable frame of mind. She stumbled into you, her hands moving to stabilize herself on your chest with a sharp yelp of terror.

Your hands wrapped around her waist to keep her upright, sending fake smiles to those who eyed the two of you. “Sorry! This is what I mean, Jenna. You’ve had enough to drink; why don’t we call it a d-”

“No!” Jenna’s face buried itself into your chest for a split second, seemingly to catch her breath, before she pushed herself off you with a lazy grin. “I’m fine, love. Go,” she pushed your chest playfully, “and enjoy yourself for once! I’ll be by the table.”

Her speech slurred, and you reminded yourself to give a couple of her friends an earful later for getting her into that state. You watched with a sigh as she stumbled into the house's living room, shoulders tense from your worry, and you laughed at the irony of her words. She was the one causing you the stress she claimed you needed to get rid of, so how could she advise you to unwind?

You followed your feet to the backyard of the house, where the view of a softly illuminated pool area and the scent of the outdoors offered a welcome contrast to the raucous noise of people chatting loudly over booming music and the lingering smell of alcohol and marijuana (along with whatever else was circulating inside the house). The only break in the noise was the group of four people by the hot tub, engaged in animated and playful banter.

The pool shone as you grew closer to it, sitting down on the edge of it with your knees hugging up to your chest. You never liked loud things or partying, and everybody you met and knew found humor in it, as that was mainly what your entire acting career was built around. You couldn’t go a month without being dragged to a lousy party that consisted of at least one person trying to get you high, and hell, the only reason you went to the one you sullenly found yourself at currently was because of your girlfriend.

“Uh, hey.”

Your mind snapped away from your lost thoughts, and you turned to be met with a girl who gave you a delicate smile, wrapped in a towel with wet hair dripping down the top of her back and onto the covering fabric. “Can I sit with you?”

You only nodded, the tips of your fingers drumming along to a beat that played in your head, to try and disregard the half-naked girl beside you. She didn’t seem to be much of a bother, though, awaiting only the soft company that she felt you would provide.

“Not a talker, I suppose?” Her head quirked up from its formerly bent stature, turning with raised eyebrows in the hope that you’d answer her question, which you did. “Not really with people I meet, let alone a girl that seems to be naked underneath a towel.”

Her smile grew at the monotone joke you spurred, and she let out a mild breath to resemble the humor she found in it. It was only when she first sat down that you realized, from your peripherals, that there was no strap of a bra or bathing suit visible on her shoulders, and you almost knocked yourself in the head in a physical manner for not realizing sooner.

You questioned her. “Come on; aren’t you freezing? It’s like 45 degrees out.” Your neck craned away, feeling your tenses of shivers overcome you, and you pondered how the girl seemed unfazed by the chilly weather. “I grew up in Minnesota. I used to go skinny dipping in frozen lakes, so I think I’m good for this weather.”

Her speaking to you made you feel uneasy in a way, considering the lack of clothes she stood in and the thoughtless conversation she was advancing toward you. Jenna would undoubtedly give you an earful for even allowing her near you, but you shook the thought away at the girl's following words and the overcoming fact that Jenna was probably cornered by flirtatious men at that moment.

“Plus, this wasn’t even my idea.” She gestured to her covered body, and you picked up on the fact that she was referring to her lack of clothing. “It was my boyfriend's over there. Bet me around twenty bucks I couldn’t last in that volcano pool even in this weather, but that sucker quit before I was even getting started.”

Her finger stretched outward, pointing in the direction of a man covered in two towels, visibly shaking from the frostiness, and you let out a small snicker at the sight. Alright, maybe it wasn’t such a tense situation then, but you still couldn’t help but worry about Jenna in the back of your mind and whether you should go check on her.

As if the universe could read your mind, your phone buzzed with a custom ring that you had designed for Jenna’s messages, and the semi-naked girl's eyes widened at the sight of you practically clawing into your pants for the device. You pulled it out with strength, almost dropping it into the pool in the process, before hurryingly clicking on Jenna’s message.

Com gt me i thined ive hac enuh two drivnk

Where are you?

K154hen flerr

“What do you think this says?” You pointed your phone toward the girl, darted a finger at the most recent text sent by Jenna, and her eyes squinted in an attempt to decode. “Kitchen floor?”

“Bingo.” You rang, pulling yourself up from the concrete floor, and the girl held onto her towel as she managed to get on her feet. You darted your eyes between her and her boyfriend, who still sat there, wrapping a third towel around him that seemed to be for the remaining people in the hot tub, and you raised an eyebrow at her. “Well, if you excuse me, I have to go and retrieve my drunk girlfriend.”

“I might as well go with you,” she said as she adjusted the towel, turning to glance at her boyfriend. “I left his and my clothes in a room upstairs, and I think he needs his.”

“Be my guest.” You moved to the side, allowing the unnamed girl to go ahead, to which she sauntered, giving her boyfriend a warning of her temporary absence as she headed up the small hill to the back door with you trailing behind. The stench of weed and alcohol hit you like a flash flood, and you mentally recoiled at the stench that seemed to have grown stronger.

“Jenna?” You called out as you turned to the kitchen, swerving past girls and guys who were spilling their drinks, and you spotted the girl on the floor with a tired expression etched on her face. A smile grew on her lips at the sight of you, though it dropped almost immediately when her eyes met the semi-naked girl behind you, who whispered to you with curious eyes, “Hey, I think you forgot to mention you were dating Jenna Ortega.”

“Hey!” You lunged forward at Jenna’s attempt to stand up, holding the drunken girl in your grip when she stumbled on nothing but air, though that didn’t deter her attitude toward your new friend. “Keep away from my girlfriend!”

“Jenna,” you warned, sending the girl behind you a look of sorrow, to which she just nodded, “Relax, baby. You’re drunk, you know that?”

“Nuh-uh.” She pouted, clinging onto your torso in an iron-grip hug to try and divert you away from the girl, sending her looks of anger that she seemed to back up at. “I’ll go get my clothes.” She pointed to the stairs behind her all the while backing up, to which you nodded while trying to stabilize Jenna further.

“Yeah, leave, you whore!”

“Jenna!” You scolded her, and she muttered something incomprehensible before burying her face in your chest. You could smell the mixture of alcohol and her perfume, and that alone told you enough about her current state. “You got it?”

“Mhm.” She hummed when you had to pull her away from you and set her on her feet, only for her to take one step forward and crash into the table in front of her. You held back a laugh and put on a face of worry, pulling Jenna up only to see her laughing at her tumble.

Once more, she wrapped her arms around you and buried her face into your chest with a sigh, her drunken haze spurring more than just her inability to walk stably. “Do you know what I would love to do?” Her words were slurring, and she gave out a slight giggle at the end of her sentence, giving you a small idea of her next words.

“What is it?”

She spoke one word that you couldn’t comprehend before she giggled again, moving her face from your chest to raise herself an inch or two on the tips of her shoes, her lips grazing your ear as she spoke out a slurry, “For you to bend me over this table and fuck me raw for everybody to see.”

Your eyes widened immediately, and you felt a small burn in your stomach when her fanged teeth nibbled gently at your earlobe and her hands slid down your abdomen. You could only thank God and your alcohol-addicted party-thrower friend for managing to get 95% of the party attendees drunk out of their minds.

“Freaky and tempting,” you said, leaning into Jenna’s touch and watching a small grin tug its way onto her face, “but no.” And so you pushed her away, getting a small whine out of her while her hands bawled into fists on your shirt, trying to pull you closer to no avail.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, your hand gripping the base of her right one as you tugged her along and out of the kitchen area. “Now come on. I can’t drive you home without the fear of you somehow making us crash, so you are going upstairs.” You pointed to the staircase that the two of you advanced toward, and Jenna let out a small giggle at the thought of you and her alone in a guest bedroom, her mind rushing to dirty thoughts.

It took a while, with emphasis on the ‘while’, to get Jenna up the stairs; her legs seemed to have forgotten how to raise themselves, so with multiple rounds of struggle, you ended up dragging her by her torso up the stairs while she laughed wildly. Your key plunged into the hole of the lock, cracking open the door with the small piece of metal your friend had gifted you when he first bought the mansion, seeing as he kept all his guest doors locked for privacy.

“Okay, ther- baby, no.” A grunt left your mouth when Jenna attempted to pull you down on the bed with her; a loud whine of her own left her mouth when you pulled away your hand that was formerly in her grip, trying to be pushed down into her crotch.

Her head dug into the bed, whining from the sexual denial you granted. “Why not?”

“I’m not going to touch you when you can’t give me a truthful form of consent, baby. I’ll be back.” You turned to the door, shaking your head at Jenna’s loud groan at the idea of your temporary departure. “We’re dating, for fucks sake! How much more consent could you need?”

With a slight hop in your step, you hurried down to the kitchen, where you had previously encountered chaos, to get water bottles with the intention of trying to sober Jenna up. You ran into your friend on the way back up, and he gave you a good laugh at your explanation regarding Jenna before approving your request to stay the night.

“Just don’t fuck in my bed, ‘aight?”

“I promise I won’t!” You meant it at the time, though your statement didn’t withhold itself later, to his demise.

“Jenna?- oh!” You shut the door behind you quickly, gulping at the sight of Jenna sprawled out on the bed, her pants long discarded on the edge of the bed along with her underwear, and her hand in between her legs. She moaned breathlessly, finding relief in rolling her hips into her hand, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan when she locked eyes with you.

“Please, baby, this isn’t enough.” She begged, her hand circling her clit with a sloppy pace, and her heaving breaths contracted her sentence. “Need you so bad, please.”

Your hand dove for the door handle from behind you, turning the lock, and that gave Jenna a glint of excitement; she’d finally get what she desired and-

“No, and drink these.” You put your hand up, referring to the four water bottles that you managed to stack into a single hand, before walking forward to set them down on the nightstand beside the bed.

Jenna’s hand retracted from her clit, the nub throbbing with need, and she pulled herself up with the remaining strength that held her to sit on the edge of the bed, facing you. “I can see it,” and even through the slurs, her voice still sounded like honey, “You want it too, and this is me giving you my co-consent, or whatever the hell it is you want.” Her arms stretched forward, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you flush against her, hands snaking to your bottom half with an erratic shiver from you.

“Please,” Her thighs managed to encapture your left leg, and she wasted no time in thrusting her hips into your clothed body, a burning sensation pooling its way back into her stomach. “Fuck, I need you, ri-what the-?”

She yelled out in shock, pulling away from you and moving to wipe off the liquid you had thrown at her face. “What the fuck, (Y/N)?”

You sighed, closing the cap of the now half-empty water bottle before throwing it toward her. “Is that bringing you to life, finally?”

“I’m not drinking this.” She argued, throwing it toward you just for you to deflect it and toss it back in her lap. It only took the look in your eye for Jenna to open the bottle and start drinking, shrinking under your dead gaze and dribbling water on herself.

She maneuvered around on the bed in discomfort from both her wet shirt and her aching clit, moving to discard her shirt. Jenna’s body was breathtaking, and she still found hope that she’d get what she desired most when you couldn’t tear your eyes off of her perky breasts no matter how hard you tried, eyes darting back and forth to try and not make it obvious, but she could see right through you.

“(Y/N),” she whispered, her words like silk, and you turned your head to meet her gaze. “Please.”

Her voice, formerly smooth, had turned desperate, her thighs rubbing against one another to find a sense of relief, and she whimpered at the small senses of pleasure while making eye contact with you. You practically drooled at the sight of her completely naked, desperate for your touch, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold off.

“Jenna?” Her head shot up at your voice, the same sense of desperation lingering in her eyes and through the small whimpers that left her mouth. “What’s your last name?”

“Ortega. Is that good enough confirmation for you now?” Her voice grew in angst, becoming more deterred by each moment you left her naked, completely vulnerable, in front of you.

“Alright.”

You sighed, and before Jenna could comprehend what you had said, you were on top of her with your legs entrapping her thighs, pulling her into a brutal kiss that she immediately reciprocated. Her hands roamed your body, sliding underneath your shirt to feel the way your muscles contracted under her touch, sending excessive shivers down your back that she ached to deepen.

In a merciless grind against your clothed core, Jenna's hands dug down to your belt, only to be slapped away and repositioned above her head, linked together as your hand bound them with your wrist. Her back met the bed, and you wasted no time in angling her head to the side with your other hand to sink your teeth into her neck flesh, like a vampire, to create a later painful and dark hickey—a marking.

“Fuck.” She moaned out, eyes shut, with a whimper to follow at the piercing mania. As you felt up her waist, your fingers trailed along the center of her body before you licked her neck, moving your hand per the arch her back made. Jenna’s fingers dug into your scalp, pulling you closer to her neck while she resumed her hip movement.

“Come here,” you whispered, removing yourself from Jenna. A whine fell from her lips until she was directed onto your waist, her breasts jumping straight in your face, and you sneered in satisfaction. Your hands ran up and down the outline of her body, feeling the way her body curled inward from her perfect figure, and you always made sure to acknowledge it.

Your eyes traced from where your hands led before meeting her gaze with a tilt of your head, and how your eyes looked oh-so innocent drove Jenna’s mind wild, a drastic comparison forming from her desperate, needy eyes. She followed your eyes as you moved your head forward, taking a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it feverishly. You relished the way Jenna reacted: a loud moan, head flying back, and her hands digging into your scalp to push you further into her, if possible.

“Agh- fuck!”

The contact itself wasn’t all that pleasurable, but the recognition that it was your mouth on her body was enough to send her mind spiraling. She was too swept up in the lust, acting as if she had never experienced one’s touch, to pay attention as your fingers slid into the tiny space between her core and your waist until one of your fingers bumped against her clit. A loud gasp erupted from her, and her hips immediately ground down into your hand.

“Baby, no,” you warned, but she didn’t stop her movements, pushing and rolling her hips into your hand to gain sensational pleasure. Boldly, she reached both her hands down to grasp at yours and push it further into her core, but her plan would not succeed by itself.

You pushed your body forward, leading Jenna’s movements to a halt in a collapsed state. Now resuming the position on her back, she let out a whine that grew into a loud yelp when your hand met her dripping pussy with a harsh smack. “I said no; you got that?”

When she didn’t reply, you sent another smack to her pussy that made her legs shake, a blissful whine erupting from her, and she nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” you purred, leaning your weight down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. Your fingers lingered on her cheek, running their tips along her jawbone, before you withdrew your hand to deliver a light smack to the skin, compelling Jenna to groan and bite her lip. “You’ll never realize how mad you drive me.”

Jenna’s eyes widened when she felt a hard surface rut against her dripping core, drowning the surfacing fabric of your pants in her slick, and she bit back moans at the slow pace you ground on her. “You’ve had that the whole night?”

“I didn’t expect you to get drunk, baby,” your thumb encircled her lips, “and I didn’t want to do anything else tonight but fuck you rough in that pool outside, but this will do.”

Jenna sucked on your finger when you inserted it in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the skin, and it gave you a purposeful reminder of how she’d suck off your strap-on any day, her knees constantly bruised from the wooden flooring she’d kneel on while whoring out her mouth for your cock.

The imagery that flashed through your mind made you drive your thumb inside her deeper while your other hand worked at your belt, taking off the leather lining to release the grip it had on your waist. Instead of unbuttoning the clothing article, you simply unzipped it to open the crotch and wasted no time in pulling out the silicone material, pushing the tip against Jenna’s clit to send her mind spiraling.

She let out pitiful moans as you continued to finger-fuck her mouth, ‘accidentally’ pushing the silicone tip further into her clit and making her hips buck up in desperation, and her teary, doe-eyed pupils looked up at you with silent pleads. You enjoyed the view more than anything; finding Jenna underneath you, so needy and ready for your cock, was a sight people yearned for, but only you could ever get it.

“You want it, hm?” Your hips drew forward with a stern smirk growing on your lips, swiftly entering the tip halfway into her before snapping your hips back, and Jenna bit at your thumb. The hair that covered her face in her disheveled state jumped up as she nodded her head eagerly, finding difficulty in begging when your thumb was knuckle-deep in her mouth, tickling at her throat.

“I can tell; you’re practically drooling, baby.” A dribble of spit was rolling down her chin, and you knew it was solely because of your thumb shoved deep into her mouth, but why waste a perfect opportunity for teasing? It’d be so unlike you.

With a loud pop and a string of saliva attached, you removed your thumb from Jenna’s mouth, and she let out sharp breaths that soon grew into whines of discomfort. Her whines grew heavier as she started to grind her hips into your cock, her head flung back, and her hands gripped the bedsheets with intense strength while she tried to bring herself to orgasm from just grinding on you.

“No, alright? Can you hear me this time?” You pushed down on her hips in an attempt to still them, but your words only fell on deaf ears. Her movements were unwavering, and she pressed herself against you while whining louder and louder. Her back arched, and her nipples hardened from the intensity of what she was feeling, all the while disobeying your command purposefully just so she could feel something.

A shaky moan escaped her lips when your hand brought itself forward for a harsh smack to her breast, immediately taking two fingers to tug at her nipple afterward and leaving Jenna to choke for air. “What, you can’t fucking listen to me? I said no.”

Jenna never got her chance to apologize insincerely, flaring her mouth with the expectation of words to come out, but the only thing that left those plump lips was a high-pitched moan at the unexpected movement of you sinking your entire cock into her. Despite having no neural connection with the silicone that drove your girlfriend crazy, you could feel Jenna stretch around it, and the acknowledgment alone could have left you braindead.

“Fuck,” you groaned, finding pleasure in the dumbed-up expression on Jenna’s face alone, “taking me so fucking well. I can almost feel you, baby; it’s driving me insane.” Your hips retracted with no intention of slowing down, finding enjoyment in the tormented countenance that shone on Jenna, the pain and pleasure mixture practically splattering on her face.

You thrust along at a moderate speed, holding Jenna’s waist and upholding her slightly to drive your cock deeper into her, forming her into a moaning mess in a matter of seconds. Even through the loud music booming from outside the room, your attention was focused on the breathtaking girl in front of you, all submissive and so needy for you with those pleading whines that left her mouth, mindlessly begging you to go faster.

“Yeah, want me to go faster, hm?” Jenna’s head perked up at your inquiry, bobbing back and forth in a wordless answer, and you gripped her nipple tight once more. “You have a voice. Use it.”

She let out a whiny “please” before reaching up to grasp your hand that was around her breast for support, discreetly trying to roll her hips further into your cock. “I said to stop doing that.” You tugged at her nipple upward, farther than last time, and Jenna let out a shriek at the shock of pain that inflicted her. “A simple please won’t get you anywhere; you want to act like a whore tonight? Then beg like one.”

The only thing that left her lips was a grunt when you snapped your hips forward, bottoming into her with a single movement, and the slowed retraction of your hips was enough to get her going. “Fuck, please, baby! I need you so bad…” Her words droned out in a sobbing tone, throwing her head back in disoriented whines. “Need you deep in me right now. Please.”

You bent down to give her a kiss of appreciation before driving your hips deep inside her. A girthy moan left her lips that turned into high-pitched moans when you thrust faster into her, holding on to her hips for support. You met her eyes, melting in the way they looked up at you with a combination of gratitude and pleasure. Oh, how she looked so pretty under you.

Your pace grew faster by the second, sweat beads forming at the edge of your hairline while your hand dove down, rubbing Jenna’s aching clit. Her back arched up almost immediately, letting out a moan that you’d be surprised nobody heard even through the music that played through the house, droned out between the two of you behind the locked door. Your eyes lingered on the way her thighs started to tremble and the way her breaths grew heavier between moans, making you smirk in satisfaction.

“God, I wish I could feel you, ‘cause I know that you would feel so good.” You breathed, unintentionally letting out a small moan that was soon discarded from Jenna’s mind when you snapped your hips roughly, sending her mind spiraling. “You’re close, hm? Think you can hold it off for a little, baby?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she managed to say, her mind dumbing down when your hand slithered up her chest to squeeze lightly at her neck. Her pleasure increased with each passing second, and her cunt ached for a release that she knew she could not grant without making you angry at her for disobeying.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You reassured her, not failing to notice the way your movements became more restricted. Jenna’s walls tightened to hold back her orgasm, which desperately ached against the walls of her cunt. Her breathing labored as her hands clawed their way up to your shoulders, pushing you down and against her to hook her thighs on your hips.

Her head leaned into the crook of your neck, filthy moans leaving her mouth instantly when you spewed out the words, “Cum for me,” and so she did. As she rose to her high, your hands dove to her back, arms encircling her torso. With each passing second, her body trembled increasingly, until the only sensation left for your hands to hold onto was the feeling of her labored breathing.

One of your hands made its way to her chest, dipping between the small gap of her breasts to settle over her heart, soothing the area with your thumb while you directed her breathing to try and ease her mind. “Are you okay?”

She only nodded her head, her hands sliding their way up to the back of your head to pull you in for a deep kiss, showcasing her appreciation despite her former misbehaving antics. You gave her a solemn smile, rehooking both your hands on the small of her back to push her onto your lap. Your back met the headboard, and Jenna’s head dipped down to give you one more kiss. Shivers ran down her spine when your breath tickled her ear.

“Think you can give me one more?”

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jybyls · 2 months

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Please

Synopsis: Work frustrated you, so you decided to take in out on your girlfriend until you let her do the work.

Warnings: Smut with no plot, g!p!jenna, unprotected sex, p in v, sub!jenna, and soft!dom!reader.

Words: 860 ~

“Please, love.” I begged my girlfriend. “You're so cute when you beg.” She teased me. “Just wait a little longer for me, baby. Plus, you look so pretty like this.” I whined but said nothing. I know I better shut up when she gets dominant because she's only like this when she's frustrated and needs to get it out on something. Me most of the time. So, in those kinds of situations, I just let her control everything.

I'm sitting on our bed, fully dressed, watching my naked girlfriend slowly, too slowly, taking my shorts off. I want to touch her so badly, to kiss her, to feel her, to hold her, to make love to her...

But she decided otherwise.

“Baby ?” I call out for her attention. “Yes, my love ?” She looked up at me with the most innocent eyes. “Can you go faster, please ?” I asked in a whisper tone, trying to get her to pity me. I highly doubt it'll work because she learned this technique. “Aww, aren't you cute ? Using my technique on me. You must be quiet deseperate, huh ?” She teased me, but I can't help but find this extremely attractive and feel my dick harden at her voice. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded at her words, hoping it'll be enough for her.

“Can't even speak, can you now ?” By then, all my clothes were gone, I was fully naked in front of her, moving around uncomfortably.

I need her. Now.

“Baby, please stop teasing. I need you so bad.” I manage to say out loud. My breath was shaky due to the kisses she left all over my body but purposly avoiding where I needed her the most. “Oh wow, a full sentence came out of your mouth.” She chuckled with the wider smirk on her face. “Should I give you what you want ?” Her hand brushing my dick.

She wants my death.

“Yes, yes, please.” I whined, not caring how submisstive and needy I sound.

Your POV:

She looks terribly hot right now. I put my hand around her length slowly, moving up and down driving her crazy, she immedatly moaned at the contact of my hand. She threw her head back as I went a little faster. “You like that, baby ?”I teased her, knowing I wasn't going fast enough for her liking.

“Ye-yes.” She moaned out. I kissed her, hovering my pussy to her cock but not sitting down on it. She groaned in my mouth at the feeling on my folds brushing against her tip. Jenna moved her hands around not sure if she's allowed to touch me, “You can touch me, baby.” I mumble against her lips and she didn't waste any time to put her hands on my hips. I feel her hands squeezing me and trying to pull me down on her length, she was becoming a whinning mess. “You want something, love ?” I broke the kiss and fully sat down on her lap, I never stop jerking her off but my speed kept slowing down, I occasionally pick up my pace which made her groans.

“Yes ! Yes... I need you.” She was struggling to keep her eyes open. “Be more specific, Jen.” I told her with a smirk on my face knowing damn well what she wanted, “Your pussy ! I need you around me, I- I need to be inside of you, please, my love, please..” She pleaded, that was far enough for me to give in.

I smiled at her, leaning down to peck her lips. “Good girl.” I sank down on her dick, taking her in one time, which made the both of us moaned loudly. I got closer to her ear to whiper the words that I knew would make her switch. “Fuck me, Jenna.” The next thing I know I was on my back with Jenna on top of me fucking me like her life depends on it. Her face was buried in the crock of my neck, she left sweet kisses every now and then, sucking on the skin of my neck every time she can. My hand was grapping her hair thighly oulling her impossibly close to me.

I know the woman has a hair pulling kink.

She was groaning in my ear, moaning whenever I'd squeeze her. I was trying to hold back my moans, but she just kept speeding up, making me become a moaning – actually a screaming mess under her. Not that she was any quieter. Her thrusts were rentless, not that I'm surprised. I know she needed a release.

“Fuck, y/n/n, I'm close.” She whimpered against my skin, I know she was asking for my permission to cum. “Cum inside of me, Jen.” That's all it took for her to release her load inside of me, but she didn't stop thrusting, wanting to make me cum has well.

“Please, baby, cum on my cock.” She cried out, feeling how hard I was squeezing her. I came after a few thrust, screaming her name.

Let's just say the neighbours know her name.

Wrote this 3/4 mouths ago in class and now ashamed 🫣

Have a good day/night. Love ya gays <33

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wintersera · 9 months

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I HAVE THOUGHTS (or could also be a request if you want) AFTER READING YOUR G!P AESPA PIECE!!! winte rbeing described as a, and i quote you, “massive nerd, vigin, loser and i love that for her” is how i imagine g!p sakura looks she’s a little hot loser that should be provided with the best head while she games 🫡 i volunteer tehee

g!p sakura under desk support

cw: g!p kkura, exhibitionism and voyeurism?, oral (kkura receiving)

OH MY GOD ANON?!!???! I’VE ALREADY MADE A DRAFT ABOUT HOT LOSER KKURA GETTING HEAD UNDER THE TABLE great minds think alike 🤩

anyways have this drabble

“baby? i’m in a game with chaewon and yun- wait, huh? hold on a minute” without a word you make your way underneath sakura’s desk making yourself comfy whilst slipping her shorts off.

feeling aroused you whisper, hastily throwing her boxers aside. “yeah i know you’re in an intense fortnite game but let me take care of you baby” pressing your face against her rock hard cock flashing her a mischievous grin. spitting in your hand you stroke her length slowly, occasionally licking her tip.

“w-wait.. fuck, y/n i’m on vc with jen and- ah shit, chaewon” hands tangling into your hair, lightly tugging it assuming she’s motioning for you to stop. if anything the way she bucks her hips closer to you and the way she doesn’t actually pull you away from her tells you otherwise. she holds back a groan, frantically tapping the keys on her keyboard trying to mute herself, hitting the wrong keys unbeknownst to her. thinking that she’s muted she holds your head looking down at you, not using her words you already know what she wants. forcing her legs open with a gentle grip you take her whole cock in your mouth. keeping her grip on your hair and the desk making sure she doesn’t fall over her chair from sheer pleasure. “y/n mmm- i can’t pla… i cant play like this, f-feel too good” you look up at your girlfriend, so cute. the way she’s trying to focus on playing while you’re sucking on her cock drives you crazy. looking back up at her you notice her fully flushed face, glasses tilted and mouth open, grounding herself. pushing yourself taking her deeper into your throat she yelps, glasses falling off her face and on to her desk. she’s such a cute loser you think to yourself

“ah- hold on.. y/n wait i’m gonna cum-” gripping the table for support, she curls up in her seat curses and groans being ripped out from her as she ejaculates in your mouth. unknown to you, shocked, and maybe a little turned on, yunjin and chaewon were listening to your fun little happenings. chaewon clearing her throat “…are you guys done? we need to get out of the storm before we um… die…” earning a laugh from jennifer. looking at you from above the table she whines in embarrassment “uuhhh.. y/nnn” a cute frown adorning her face

#wintersera #fem! reader #le sserafim smut #le sserafim sakura smut #gg x reader #girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop #kpop girl group #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim sakura #g!p

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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏 | L.JN | PART ONE

— Prologue: “Holy shit i have a MAN THING.”

— Summary: Kim Gauel is your typical smart girl who doesn’t mess about and Lee Jeno is your typical hot sports player on the hockey team. One night their bodies swap and are forced to be each other.

— Genre: SMUT SMUT DNI. SERIES. Crack comedy(?) with romance. Body Swap trope. Swapping identities trope. Bickering to lovers. Coming Of Age. Dirty jokes incoming. Jeno is a fucking horny ball of fire. Gauel is a good girl type meanwhile Jeno is your typical frat into sports with actual personality.

— Notes: I love identity swapping trope with comedy.

— Tag List: @baehaechannie @devinitysann @toroufriteh

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When Gauel thought about renting a house with a bunch of roommates she didn’t really think it would be a bunch of losers who are guys.

Every Wednesday night they open up the tv and have a whole gaming night until freaking midnight or sometimes past midnight until the sunlight comes up.

She is currently trying to study so it’s not very helping hearing screaming guys at each other.

Trotting out of the bedroom Gauel encounters a heinous sight of football obsessed boys with another gaming obsession to add on to their life bucket list. These types of people have the lowest ambitions and she hates to admit it, they don’t have anything going for them in her eyes they might be the low scum of the barrel but nonetheless the only sole reason as to why she is currently living under one roof with them is because they split the rent up.

It makes the situation easier and more adorable to split the high rent together into eight sections. Nonetheless Gauel not only feels like a freaking outcast now, she feels like she’s about to live through a nightmare now.

She steps in front of the tv causing the boys to combust loud groans complaining. “Come on move out my way my freaking Mario kart will become tenth place!” The blonde boy with a strong jawline and piercing black eyes, that would be Lee Jeno. The hockey star playing and an absolute menace on the high school team.

Jeno and Gauel never see eye to eye and whenever they talk it’s usually a bunch of misshaping insults thrown at one another.

They come from such different backgrounds it’s like comparing two different universes together. Gauel came from practically nothing with a single father who works hard labour fishing jobs and goes on sea explorations leaving his daughter to look after herself.

Meanwhile Jeno comes from a very rich part of Incheon where his father invests in truck companies and actually owns the most used truck company in Korea right now.

The young girl pushed her glasses on the bridge as she stands in front of the screen. “Can you guys keep your voices down? Seriously some of us are trying to pass our history test tomorrow.”

On the side a boy with black hair and a very noticeable accent. “Yeah — that someone being only you in this world.”

Gauel glares when the boys collectively laugh finding Mark’s side comment hilariously true. Which it is but that was no need to invalid her freaking complaint.

“Ha ha very funny.” She dryly replied and Jeno smirks widely checking her up and down. Now noticing the attire of what Gauel wore it was a simple pairs of shorts and a tank top which reveals enough cleavage and the sheer thin looking legs.

He whistles looking down. “You wouldn’t mind giving us a little twirl if you’re going to stand there looking pretty,” he soft leans adding. “Right?”

Gauel forms a display series of disgust and anger on her beautiful face as she wore the glasses reflecting the expression quite well. “You’re disgusting.” She spat turning around to leave going back inside the room.

The boys collect their laughter again together she can hear their voices finding this so amusing to see how reactive she became.

Donghyuck exclaims. “Good one Jen!” Renjun chuckles. “I’m still surprised she hasn’t kicked us out yet.” The Chinese boy with lavish split dye hair with the bottom being blonde spoke.

“Ehh. She was desperate and she knows we are loaded so who wouldn’t? On the plus side now we can party as much as we want without our parents being on our asses.”

Chenle whistles grabbing the remote controller of the Mario kart they were playing for hours now. “Just saying. If you’re not going to hit that soon, I might.” He retorts mentioning an emphasis on Gauel’s door as he widely smirks.

Donghyuck widens his eyes wowing again. “What no way?” He screams a little unable to contain the shocking truth from his friend. He leans whispering to Chenle. “You mean HER?”

He gave a strong nod smirking at the thought of actually hooking up with the smartest girl in their high school who’s known for a strict ‘no dating policy’ considering she puts on more focus on the studies than actual socialising or having fun per say. To have a popular boy want to actually do things with her was a surprise — but to have Zhong Chenle say that? Geez his friends were bewildering.

Jeno frowns. “I don’t know what you see exactly in her Zhong. I mean let me get this straight.” Turning around the blonde boy faces his friend with a serious expression unable to shake the idea even out. “You’re wanting to sleep with Kim Gauel the girl who’s never kissed a guy probably in her entire freaking life, only knows how to study and become a teacher’s pet — and has no friends. At all.”

“And she doesn’t even look that good!” Jeno shrugs not quite getting on the couch yet but still moving a lot.

Chenle cockily responds shaking his eyebrows in pleasure. “The innocent and smart ones are the way to go.”

“Trust me boys on this one.” Chenle said convincingly.

Donghyuck blurts out. “As long as it’s not Jaemin’s type in girls I think you’re good on my part.” The boy looks over to him with a side-glare enough to burn a hole into Donghyuck. “Elaborate on what my type exactly is?”

“Whores with chlamydia.” He says with a fake smile. Jaemin the one with a side part on the hair gets up rolling up the sleeve to the shirt as he darkly exhales. “Yah Lee Donghyuck.”

“Your type isn’t any better. You’re the one who slept with a woman over the age fifty.” Jaemin smartly puts out causing Donghyuck and him to play punch each other and near-strangle themselves on the floor.

Jeno laughs watching his friends fight knowing they will make up in a bit or two only you had to wait it out to see their stupid faces come together once more. Mark taps on Jeno’s shoulder as he would point the daggers to the door opening when looking over Jeno saw the young girl coming out going to the bathroom with a towel in arm and a bunch of products in the other.

Mark smirks. “You can’t deny she has a cute face.” He said trailing as Gauel was no longer in the frame.

“Cute face but nothing going underneath.” Jeno said in a matter of insulting her as he looks away. “And not my type at all. I prefer — sexy girls. You know like Kim Jennie in class A3.”

“There’s nothing in this world that would make me feel anything for that annoying nerd.”

‘And there’s nothing that will make me love you, Lee Jeno.’ Gauel thought with determination with an ear to the door eavesdropping on the conversation.

‘They’re just a bunch of womanisers.’

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A new arrives just like any other but leaves a straining taste on the tongue surfacing soon to reality when waking up from the deep slumber in depths that felt like a heavenly surge dream but now deforms to a long lasting images of hell.

Rolling off the bed Gauel walks out of her bedroom groaning with half asleep eyes barely opening, only seeing blurriness and using hands to move around to get inside the bathroom.

And when she did she sat on the toilet sliding off the pyjama shorts and rubs the eyes with the palm groaning once again. “God I hate mornings.” She said reaching the toilet paper but once she did.

The legs spreading a little open she soon realised who she was. Gauel looks around gasping letting the toilet paper drop rolling on the ground completely leaving a trail of white toilet paper in a circular motion. She shakily looks in between the legs to see well something that shouldn’t even be logical possible —

A man thing, was all that came into her head as she stood up going to the mirror to check who’s identity it was.

She stood being Lee Jeno.

“Holy shit i have a MAN THING!”

But the minute she yelled out having a voice deeper octaves than before it sounded exactly like Jeno — it’s like SHE WAS Lee Jeno and no longer the girl she was before.

The bathroom door re-opens and she saw her own body now standing that has left her own very room shockingly watching Gauel with widen eyes pointing at her own chest.

“Holy mother-of-God I have TITS WOWSA!”

She glares shouting in absolute disbelief and shock to see what was happening; they swapped bodies.

They swapped lives out of nowhere, out of any triggering factor that could be causing this to happen.

Jeno was in her body and Gauel was in his body.

However the boy now stuck in a girl body was fondling the breasts in amazement he had widen eyes of fascination as he exclaims trailing a bunch of ‘Whoas’ and ‘Wows’ enough to irritate Gauel and come forward pointing at him.

“Yah don’t touch my breasts like that!” Gauel yells out reaching over to smack his hands off her own precious body.

Jeno looks down at Gauel seeing the shorts she wore that belongs to his a very vibrant bump on the crotch and he croaks out teasingly adding seeing one eyebrow wiggle.

“Oh look at you,” the blonde boy starts. “Something for you excited this morning or what?”

Gauel was confused what he meant but when seeing the boy’s eyes go down to the crotch area she hesitantly looking down puts up her palms on the crotch in panic rushing to her face.

“I- w-what is happening why are you getting hard?” Gauel fumbles upon the sentences beginning to stutter out and Jeno begins to smirk forward. “Oh no not me. You are getting hard.” He’d correct matter of factly.

“Why… Why is this happening to us. Why are you in my body? What is happening this can’t be real.” Gauel grabs her own head as she looks in the mirror finding this to be quite figuratively fucking impossible.

Jeno on the other hand turns around whistling. “I have no idea but honestly i did always wonder how it feels to be a girl.”

She glares pointing out. “I bet it’s your fault we are like this now! What have you done to me.”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t even want to be you if I wanted to be a girl I would’ve picked someone with a bigger ass and tits just saying.”

Gauel never felt so traumatised but as well as embarrassed and insulted at once it felt like a complete game loss to her and now Lee freaking Jeno has to be and act like her until they can figure out how to solve this voodoo mystery problem that’s going to absolutely be the end of her.

Another door opens causing them both to turn around and look at a boy coming in to use the bathroom but stops when they saw them.

Jisung’s ruffled up hair sideways he looks at them sleepily like he suddenly just woke up from a dream.

“What are you two doing here? Get out if you’re not using it.” He said going in.

Gauel begins to push Jeno and Jisung out now saying a repeating ‘No, No, No, No not yet’ causing the boys to be left shocked and behind the door as Gauel grabs the doorknob.

“I haven’t done my skin care routine yet.” She says seriously. This was her routine she has to continue or else it will damage her sensitive skin.

Jisung furrows at her. “Hyung you don’t have a skin care routine. The only routine you have is take a shower and brush your teeth in the morning.” It was odd to see his friend suddenly fall into a random pool of moisture and cleansing.

Jeno couldn’t help but mentally slap himself because she totally forgot she wasn’t in her own body — she was in fact IN HIS body now.

His friend is confused when the door slaps and he rubs the back of his head letting the hair run through the fingertips as his gaze turns to Jeno.

He awkwardly didn’t say anything because he usually doesn’t speak to Gauel, and she doesn’t usually speak to him either he was one of the quiet ones who did his own thing.

“Yo bro mind giving me back the tee shirt you owe me?”

He spoke freely because he knew that Jisung has his own shirt but he totally slipped out disregarding the fact that he’s a woman now and not himself which leaves him staring at a confused and broken down Jisung watching in fear.

What shirt does he own a girl?

“Uh what?” Jisung said back.

“Uhm never mind don’t… don’t worry about it… bro.” Jeno slowly trails look away and then turns around suddenly. “Wait,”

Jisung stops going back to stare at the girl who was scaring the living heck out of him.

Jeno warily questions.

“Why are you speaking informally to me?”

The taller boy with a younger baby face bows his head apologetically unknowingly he never once asked about her age and now he was scared. He assumed she was younger or at least similar age but apparently not?

“Oh… sorry… Noona.” Jisung added awkwardly.

“Ahuh better freaking be.” Jeno arrogantly said crossing arms grumpily.

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Short headcannon/idea dump on having samoyed!Rosie and scottishfold!jennie

SFW

Rosie loves kisses so u jus kiss her head n ears all the time bc she makes such happy noises n grins so much

And kitten jennie loves sleeping in a pile of ur clothes and sunbathing 24/7. Give her ear scratches n shell purr so loud

cuz the way jennie would purr so loud she’d prolly be like vibrating n rosie would smile so bright at that

Shed have her eyes closed n jus purr so much she was litterally moving and chae would giggle and grin at her but jennies two blissed out n happy to care (shell pounce on her later rn its ear scratches time)

But dont think ur gonna get away without having chaes head on ur chest and giving her kisses and playing with her hair

Ull end uo with her asleep on ur chest and jennie curled up on ur tummy. U is not moving for a LONGGGG time

NSFW!

The rule in your house is no clothes on as long as there are no people over and you almost always play with their balls because their just squishy and fuzzy

Jen just wakes up a little to watch you and then just rolls her eyes and goes back to sleep

You can make jennie do a lot of things with sex

The one thing that you can’t make her do is baths and she knows what time and week it is so she’ll fuck you extra hard that day so you forget

She still gets bath time but now it’s in the shower as she continues to fuck you it’s the only way you saw how to get her clean

Preferes fucking long,hard n fast and being in full control

Rosé wakes up the second you touch them and you just watch as her dick slowly gets hard

When that happens you just look at her cock throbbing and angry waiting for you to do something with it as she looks like a confused puppy

But now that you got her all hot and bothered she wants you to help her out with it

Whines when you get up to go do something like hello your cute puppy needs your help with a problem you caused

Loves standing or sitting their with u riding her or u fucking ur self on her cock

#blackpink smut #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x reader #blackpink hybrid au #chaennie #blackpink imagines #blackpink fluff #hybrid rosie #hybrid jennie #jennie x reader #chaenie x reader #rosie x reader

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 10 months

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 7

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

MasterList

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

“He’s taking you to the carnival?” Jen asked. “Oh my god, that is so cute.”

You laughed, changing your shirt for the fifth time. You were struggling with what to wear tonight. You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard because it was just a casual date, outside hanging at a carnival. And that's all your wanted it to be, casual, fun, nothing serious. But you also didn’t want to look like you weren't trying at all. You finally settled on a red tank top and jean shorts. It was a hot night and you didn’t want to be sweaty within the first hour.

“Is that the one or do we need to try something else?” Jen teased.

“What?”

“You’ve tried on, like, twelve different outfits. I don’t know if I have ever seen you so nervous before a date,” she commented, resting her chin on her fist, smirking at you. “This guy must be something special. He really has you all wound up.”

“He doesn’t have me wound up. I am the opposite of wound up. I am completely loose,” you argued, wiggling your arms around. You looked in the mirror, fluffing up you hair and adding a sheer lipgloss. “It’s not anything serious or special. We’re just having fun together, you know? It’s casual.”

“Mmm…so casual that you’re red as a tomato right now, looking all flustered, and hyper obsessed with how you look.”

“Shut up,” you groaned. “I like him, okay? He’s, well, he seems nice and he’s sexy as hell. But I am not looking for anything serious with someone like him. I’m keeping it relaxed and just enjoying his company. Guys like him aren’t built for the long-term so I’m just enjoying it while it lasts without having any expectations.”

“You keep saying shit like that, but you don’t know,” Jen said. “You can’t judge him based on Sebas…”

“Can we just not say that name anymore, please?” you groaned, holding your hand up like it could shield you from the very idea of him. Six months later and talking about him still made your insides tense. He had made a complete fool out of you and you would never forgive yourself for being so stupid, so naïve, so fucking trusting.

“I know he hurt you,” your friend said gently. “I sat with you through it. I bought the pints of ice cream. I handed you the endless tissues. I dragged you out of bed and back into the world when it was getting out of hand. But you can’t hold every guy responsible for his choices.”

“I don’t,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “Just the ones who are just like him and Eddie is just like him. And, lest you forget, he we don't name wasn’t the only one.”

“Okay, but those were rebound guys,” Jen scoffed. “You were angry and hurt and you jumped in bed with the first pretty rocker guy you saw. Maybe a few different times." She cringed, shrugging her shoulder. "Those guys were clearly only looking for one thing. I mean, did you really not expect that to end badly?”

“Guys like him, they know they have sex appeal. They use it to their advantage. They don’t want to settle down or have a long-term girlfriend because they know there’s always another show and that means the next pretty face heading their way,” you explained shrugging it off. “It’s fine. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I don’t want anything serious right now anyway. I don’t think I’m ready for serious, so…fun. I'm not totally breaking my rule, just bending it a bit.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door and you felt your chest tighten as if it was calling you a liar, seeing right through the words that had just come out of your mouth. He was here. You glanced over at Jen, who rolled her eyes with a smile, catching how anxious you looked. She walked over and opened the door.

Eddie stood there, his usual jeans on, but this time he was wearing a cut-off Iron Maiden tee and your eyes couldn’t help focusing on the lean muscles and tattoos that ran along his exposed arms. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail in the middle of his head, loose waves escaping to frame his face, and shit if he didn’t look even more sexy. That familiar throbbing that the mere sight of him caused cropped up between your legs again and you wondered if you were making a giant mistake.

“Well, this explains a lot,” Jen commented, her eyes roaming up and down him as she smiled.

“Excuse me?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Nothing,” you muttered quickly. “Just ignore her. It's better that way.”

“No, don’t ignore me. You need to know me because I’m Jen, her best friend and roommate,” your friend said, walking forward and extending her hand. “It’s so nice to finally put a face to the man that has monopolized all of our conversations for the past few days.”

You shot your friend a look. Jesus, could she make this anymore uncomfortable? You were trying to keep this thing easy breezy. The last thing you needed was for Eddie to know that you had been talking about him constantly. You loved Jen but sometimes you wanted to shove a sock in her mouth. She had no idea when to stop talking.

“Oh really?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifting up into an adorable smile.

“She’s delusional,” you snorted, shaking your head. “I, maybe, mentioned you once when I told her about our night out. Maybe twice because I told her about tonight. I mean, just in casual conversation, definitely not all the time.”

Eddie continued smiling, his arm resting on the frame of the door as he leaned into you. Jesus Christ, he smelled so damn good. Your senses were overloaded on Eddie right now, every nerve ending tingling, your body knowing exactly what it wanted, your brain working overtime to keep it in line.

“If you say so sweetheart. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes. Please,” you answered, waving to Jen. “Bye.”

“I won’t wait up,” her friend teased, waving.

You couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You could not let Eddie around Jen for too long or you risked her saying something even more mortifying.

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“The elephant ear is definitely superior to the funnel cake,” you argued.

“Nope, powdered sugar! The powdered sugar is where it’s at,” countered Eddie.

You laughed. “You're wrong. Completely wrong. Cinnamon sugar trumps powdered sugar.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Well, then I guess we have to agree to disagree,” you stated, pulling off another piece of your elephant ear.

You were sitting at a picnic table at the carnival. Eddie had offered to buy you a funnel cake and you had quickly informed him if he was buying you anything it was going to be an elephant ear. He had looked scandalized that you would choose anything over a funnel cake and that had led to a pretty heated debate about the merits of each.

“So, you don’t like funnel cake?” he asked in disbelief, sounding genuinely offended.

“I didn’t say that. If an elephant ear was not an option, then funnel cake would be perfectly fine. However, an elephant ear is an option, so,” you shrugged, tearing off a piece and offering it to him. He took it, popping it in his mouth and you smiled. “You know it’s better.”

“You will never get me to say that,” Eddie said, shaking his head. "It's good but it's no funnel cake."

“Okay, fine, but you’re crazy.”

“Oh sweetheart, I am definitely crazy,” he laughed. “Ask almost anyone around this town. I was the resident freak in high school. The girls all steered well clear of me. No one wants to be attached to the scary, weird guy."

“Really?”

You were surprised to hear that. The way he looked, you would have thought he would have been pretty damn popular with the ladies in high school. Not to mention the confidence he carried himself with. What was wrong with the girls in that high school?

“Oh yeah. I was a metalhead and a D&D master so everyone thought I summoned the devil or something,” Eddie explained, glancing at you as if wondering how you would react to this information. “My dad took off when I was a kid and my mom went to jail so I had to stay with my uncle in his trailer. So, on top of being the Satan worshipping nerd, I was also trailer trash. Not a great combination for scoring popularity points. Most kept their distance from me.”

You were taken aback, surprised he had shared all of that with you so freely. This was only your second, no third according to him, date. You couldn’t help but be touched by the fact that he already trusted you enough to share what was clearly a sensitive subject for him. You reached out instinctively, taking his hands in your own, hating all of that for him.

“That’s bullshit, just so you know,” you assured him. “People were judging you based on what they saw and heard, not what they knew. People love to judge. It’s a favorite human pastime, makes them feel better about their fucked up lives. I don’t know you that well, but from what I see, if they had taken a second to actually get to know you, they would have seen that you are a pretty good guy.”

“Really?” he asked with a grin. “Wait a minute. So the girl who judged me because I wear leather and denim, have long hair, and play a guitar thinks it’s bullshit to judge someone on looks alone? Does that mean I've finally won the challenge? If you think I’m a good guy, then you definitely can’t think I’m like all those other guys who were clearly douchebags and made you hate anyone who looks like me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Damn, he'd definitely gotten you. “Okay, fine. I admit, you do seem different. It might be a little early to tell, but I can admit when I’m wrong. Maybe you’re not quite like all the other musicians I’ve seen.”

“When you say other musicians, how many are we talking about?” he asked, one eyebrow raising.

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business,” you teased, rising from the table. “This is only date number, what did you say, three now. You don’t get to know everything about me just yet. Definitely not how many guys I've dated because, trust me, I bet my number doesn't come close to touching yours.”

“Oh! We're making assumptions again, are we? I thought we'd moved past that. I'm hurt," Eddie lamented, sticking his lower lip out. How could a grown man pouting be anything but ridiculous? But it wasn't. His pouting was adorable.

You rolled your eyes, taking another bite of elephant ear, "Okay, fine. Sorry. I won't assume. But I also don't need to know. I'm not telling you about my number and I don't need to know yours."

"Okay but how about you tell me something, anything about you?” he asked. “I’m over here laying out embarrassing details about myself. I'm revealing my past as the nerdy satan worshiping trailer park trash freak over here. That's good stuff. I mean, this is the part where we get to know each other but you’re like damn Fort Knox over there. Tell me about yourself, tell me something real.”

“I love reading,” you offered, feeling like it was a safe thing to share. “I read a lot. I average a couple novels a week in a good week. I always have. Reading is an escape. It’s a way to feel like you’re far away from the world, from all of your problems. When I read I can pretend that I am walking along the Seine in Paris or on the savannah in Africa or on a grand adventure through Middle Earth. There’s no…”

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Eddie cried out, grabbing onto your arm. “You’re a Tolkien fan?”

You laughed, “Yeah, why?”

“And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend…” he began.

You cut him off, finishing, “Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.”

“Damn, you know your shit! I’m impressed. Man, Lord of the Rings is my obsession!” he exclaimed, grinning like a little boy. “Like, the most amazing story ever. See, that just proves that we’re made for each other.”

“I don’t think liking the same book means we’re meant to be,” you argued, shaking your head, feeling like you needed to put a pause on this, slow the boy down. It was date three. You definitely were not ready to be talking about fate. "We don't like the same delicious fried fair treat."

“That's just food. It doesn't matter. Tolkien, that's deal breaking shit. I don’t know that I could commit to someone who doesn’t appreciate the riveting adventures of Frodo Baggins. Ohh!” he suddenly yelled, grabbing your hand. “Come on! Let’s do the Ferris Wheel!”

“Oh, Eddie,” you groaned as he pulled you toward the round monstrosity. “I don’t like ferris wheels.”

“What? Why?”

“Look, I like roller coasters. You go fast and you're moving the whole time and it's over before you know it. But ferris wheels are...I don’t like when they stop, way up high, and I have too much time to look down and consider my death when I inevitably fall and hit the pavement.”

“I would never let you fall,” he said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, that slight touch sending shivers straight down your spine. “Do you trust me?”

Did you trust him? That felt like a loaded question. You knew you shouldn’t. You definitely didn’t want to. The very idea terrified you, shook you to your core. Your brain was flashing warnings like a neon sign. Danger! Proceed with caution! But shit, there was something about those eyes, those sweet soulful eyes that told you that you could. You knew this was only the third time you had seen him, but if you had to be honest with yourself, yes, you already trusted him against your better judgement.

“Okay, but if I die, I am coming back to haunt your ass,” you threatened. “I mean it. I will follow you around, constantly reminding you that you caused me to plummet to my death before I’d ever really lived. I will be the most annoying ghost ever. I will randomly break your guitar strings so you have to replace them all the time.”

“Damn, vengeful ghost, but sounds fair,” he laughed, shrugging.

He took your hand and led you up to the ferris wheel. The ride worker helped you into a car, closing you in. Your stomach instantly turned over when it began to move, rising ever higher. Jesus, you hated this. Why had you let him talk you into this? You would do just about any other ride he wanted you to, but you hated the thought of just hanging in mid-air or moving at an agonizingly slow pace. On a roller coaster, you didn’t have time to think about what could happen. On a ferris wheel, you had eons of time to contemplate all the worst case scenarios.

As the car rose higher, it paused and you let out a squeak of fear, covering your hands with your eyes. You heard Eddie’s deep laughter next to you and you wanted to hit him for getting you into this mess, but you were too scared to move.

“Hey, princess,” Eddie said softly, and his hands covered your own. Had he just called you princess? “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He gently pried your hands away from your eyes but you kept them clenched tight. “Trust me. Just open your eyes.”

“No,” you stubbornly refused, shaking your head. “I may have gotten on here with you but you can’t make me watch.”

“Okay,” he said, and then his hands were on your face, cradling it gently. “I have better ideas of how to spend our time up here anyway.” His lips molded against your own and all of your fears about falling to your death vanished, replaced with only the sensation of his lips and hands on your skin.

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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OOO can i request where mrs jeong gets jealous at like a business party when she sees mr jeong talking to like a business partner or something and she kinda looks like jen the babysitter 🤭

[6:39pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, short smut scene, jealousy.

you slightly toss your head back and laugh as an employee of yours tells a joke.

“oh, cari,” you bring the wine glass to your lips and it fogs from your hot breath. “you’re too funny. i love having you around— i’m sure everyone here does as well.”

“oh, don’t tease me like that, y/n. of course everyone loves me.” she winks making you giggle.

you sip the champagne and something catches your eyes or at least someone did.

your husband with.. jen?

no, it can’t be.

jen is at home. with hannie.

“excuse me for a moment. i must.. go check on my husband.” you place your hand on her shoulder and you grin. you clear your throat and tilt your chin up as you stalk towards your husband and the lady.

“hey, sweetie.” your hand travels down his lower back and wraps around his waist. “oh, hey love. this is jenacis, the new employee we hired last week.”

jen— no. jenacis.

“oh, hello dear. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” jaehyun looks down at you with a smirk and squinting eyes that flashed, suspicious.

he knew you were jealous. the tone of your voice, your hand squeezing around his waist, and the jealousy he smelt from a couple feet away.

“h—hi, mrs jeong. you’re absolutely stunning. more stunning than people have said.” you softly chuckle and so does jaehyun who had thrown his arm around you and grabbed your ass. “people talk about me?” you tilt your head.

her eyes widen. “i—uh, not in a bad way. they just say how hot you are and you are— i mean— wow, im sorry.” you softly chuckle again. “you’re fine.“ you wink and she blushes.

the effect you had on everyone made your confidence shine and grow.

“—mr jeong! please come have a drink with us!” an older man calls out to jaehyun. “and i will being heading out.” he sighs and gives your ass a pat and planting a kiss on your cheek before turning to the group of men.

“well, i’m gonna go grab a snack. we ordered these strawberry sorbet cheesecake and i haven’t tried it yet so i’m just.. yeah.” you turn on your heels but someone grabs your arm.

“mrs jeong,” you turn back around with a grin. “mrs jeong, i know you were jealous when i was talking to mr jeong.” jenacis says and you sputter. “i—wha— i mean, you just looked like someone who constantly hits on my husband. sorry.” you brush your hair behind your ear.

“mrs jeong, you have nothing to worry about. i’m actually.. a lesbian. and married. so, definitely nothing to worry about.” your jaw was parted. “i.. wow, im sorry— not that you’re a lesbian but just getting jealous over you talking to my husband.”

she giggles, it was a cute giggle. “you’re cute, mrs jeong. now, go try those strawberry cheese cake things.” you nod and grin ear to ear as you walk backwards to the table full of food.

it was past ten and you and jaehyun were heading home.

jaehyun laughs hysterically as he fishes out his keys. “what’s so funny, hm?” you ask, holding your dress up above your ankles. “nothing. just—nothing.” you push him as he laughs again.

“you’re annoying. what is it?” he unlocks the car and grabs your waist. “i knew she was a lesbian.” he confesses making you gasp and shove him until he hits the car.

“and you didn’t care to say anything?! i embarrassed myself for what?!” he laughs and holds onto the car as he laughs hysterically. “fucking asswipe.” you cross your arms and shift your weight onto your hip.

“it was just, just, just,” he struggles to speak as he runs out of air from laughing too hard. “it isn’t even that funny, dickwad.” he takes a deep breath and pushes him up and off the car.

“okay, i’m sorry. i just wanted to see you get jealous over me.” he confesses making you sigh. “well, congrats. i was jealous. now move so i can get it.” he frowns a bit and walks towards you.

he grabs your waist and kisses you. “‘m sorry, baby. don’t get mad at me, please.” you tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. his lips press firmly onto your jaw and down your neck. “forgive me, baby.” you giggle as he sucks on your collarbone. “o—okay, forgiven.” you yelp as he nips your sweet spot. “i said f—forgiven!”

“good,” he mutters against your jaw. “now, let’s go have some good angry, jealous car sex.” you giggle as he yanks you into the backseat.

he rips your dress up and tuts when feeling no coverage on your pussy. “no panties, baby? you’ve been bare this whole time and i could’ve fucked you in the bathroom? my office? your office?” he tosses his head back and lets out a groan.

“fuck, you make me insane.” he lets out a throaty laugh as you give him an innocent look. “i’m so hard right now. and you did it. you made me hard, baby. only you.” you blindly undo his buckle and lift yourself up onto your knees.

“i know i do.” your lips ghost over his. his lips curl in pain and discomfort as you jerk him slowly. “need to be in you, baby.” he squeezes your waist. “i know you do.” you whisper and tease yourself with his tip.

sliding his tip through your wet slit. “c—cmon, baby. please?” he begs. your legs tense when you slam yourself down on his cock and his hands pinch the flesh of your waist.

“finally.” he pants and immediately bucks his hips. “what—? jae—?!” your body is picked up and his cock is being slammed into your pussy. his balls smacking up against your ass as he grunts and squeezes your waist.

your arms wrap around his neck as you moan and whimper into you. “oh, jae— oh, jae.” you moan, yanking his hair. a groan leaves jaehyuns throat as his head is pulled back.

“fuck, baby. fuck, fuck.” he pants.

you shake your hair back and off your shoulders. “c—cumming! jae, baby, i—im cumming!” you cry out into his shoulder. “‘m cumming, too. just wait for me, baby. wait just a little longer, please.” you shake your head as your orgasm climbs closer.

“i—i can’t, ‘m sorry!” you cry out as your orgasm hits you like a tsunami. “fuck, baby—!” he yells out and slams his hips against yours. his hips bucking up slowly as he groans softly and releases himself into you.

after moments of giggles and kisses, jaehyun pulls out of you. “let’s go home to our baby girl.” he says, planting one more kiss onto your lips. “‘kay,” he pulls your dress down and pushes the used napkins into the small trash on the ground.

jaehyun tucks himself and climbs into the front, plopping himself down into his leather seat. “cmon, baby.” he looks back at you.

you looked completely fucked out.

“too tired. just drive, please?” he chuckles softly and starts the car. “and then carry me inside when we get home?” he chuckles again. “sure, baby. whatever you want.” you softly grin, feeling your eyes droop. “thank you.” you whisper.

“i love you, gorgeous.”

“and i love you.”

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johnsbleu · 2 months

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hii someone asked for me for visuals of each character in hmh and tbh some people i know what they look like in my head but can't find an actor/actress that they look like but i do with some people, so here u go lmao

obviously who i picture might not be who you picture and that's totally fine! it's just who i picture in my head! if you picture someone else, let me know! i'd love to hear!

oh and also these are grown people because im a grown ass woman. i'm not gonna be like yeah i totally see sabrina carpenter as reader bc like she's 23 or something lmao i mean if you picture her, then that's cool but i don't lol anyway grown people here!

one more thing: if these people are problematic or something, do not hold it against me. i don't know half these people it's just who i picture lmao the only people i keep up with are keanu and jessica rothe.

all pics are under the cut!

ps. the last one is super controversial :/

for tess is jessica rothe. i've had her in my mind since day one of writing hmh. just everything about her is tess.

her dressed as madonna???? very tess!

jimmy is obviously the guy who plays him in the movie and that's thomas sadoski (fun fact: he's married to amanda seyfried IRL)

even though she's rarely in hmh right now i totally see sonoya mizuno as april (specially her from crazy rich asians) she has that perfect studious and cutesy look i see when i think of april (remember she's the one who researched the ~mysterious~ coin reader found in the beginning of hmh lmao)

(another fun fact her and jessica rothe were in la la land together and i didn't know that until like a year after i started writing hmh)

she's not in hmh much right now but when i think of jen, i think of arielle kebble, specially her with a bob like this. i think she's adorable! i don't know anything about her but i think she's in 911 right now??? idk i know she was in john tucker must die lmao

i see paul reiser and olivia colman (with an american accent lmao) as reader's parents. he's in stranger things and every time he says "kiddo" im like that's reader's dad!

and remember annoying matt? yeah he looks like this in my head. idk anything about this guy but i wanna punch his face lmao when i started writing matt, i knew i needed a guy who didn't look like he was 22 or something. i needed a guy who looked older and that would make john feel threatened because he's not a kid, he's a grown adult.

aurelio is obviously john leguizamo!

as for amanda, aurelio's wife, (whomst i LOVE dearly in hmh) i can't think of who i would pick to play her but i see amanda being pretty short, maybe like 5'0 and being a mid sized girly with shoulder length blonde hair.

grace is a super cutesy ginger and tony is...idk just a white kid? lmao some people i don't really think about what they look like. the people that we spend the most time with in hmh have faces to their names though for sure.

and as for reader, i picture...............no one. she doesn't have a face, which is really weird. i think being the person who writes hmh it's hard for me to picture her. i picture myself sometimes because it makes it easier to describe certain scenarios (i just picture myself doing them and write it lmao) but even then i still don't look like myself (my imagination is very nice to me and it makes me very hot when i do picture myself lmao)

reader has this ability to go from cute girl next door to being super sexy and hot and i can't think of an actress (in my opinion) who really encapsulates that. all i know for reader is that she's about 5'0 tall (only comes up to john's shoulder) and she has brown hair. and clearly because of the 'peach' nickname, she has a very nice ass. probably nice boobs too because i mean who doesn't want nice boobs lmao

i remember scrolling through pinterest one day for pics for ig edits and i came across the cutest little girl and something clicked and i immediately went..."that's ronan." obviously she's going to look different than how you all picture her (and she's still a baby right now) but to me in my mind, this is totally ronan when she's like two

bleu is the most handsomest boy, of course! here he is with chad at a showing of john wick chapter two. his name irl is bubba/burton. they ended up just calling him bubba because keanu couldn't remember the name burton. also keanu hung out with him on set of jw2 to build their bond 😭 look at his fucking pathetic little face he's so cute i love him!!!!!!!!!!!

MOST CONTROVERSIAL ONE OF ALL: JOHN WICK.

you guys might disagree with me but i totally see keanu reeves as john wick. like everything about him is so perfect for john. like his hair, his beard, his intense but soft brown eyes. he's the perfect person for john ;) he has the ability to play super dangerous and scary but also can be very gentle and soft. idk maybe it's just me though??? 🤭

anyways that's just a few people! that was fun lmao

#again everyone is going to picture different people and no one is set in stone except for people who actually play the characters #and tess.#jessica will always be tess.

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ravenadottir · 11 months

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renaming characters: s1, s3 and s4

i just decided to compile all of them in one post since we all know these characters pretty well, and by that i mean i know SOME of the names from season 4.

season 2 / season 5 (i guessed/named them because i didn't play the season so... no stakes there!)

SEASON 1

allegra - she's very powerful, *clears throat* hot, and allegra as a name can be that...? i don't know, i feel like amber resumes this character so much, especially if you say it with her accent... amba... every amber in reality tv is a little too intense and we know she's the queen of cringey overreactions.

erikah - always thought laura would suit her better. i don't know why but i don't like erikah for her, but i think laura has a je ne sais quoi that she, the character, also has. she's very complicated and quite feeble at times, but her face tells me laura.

jen - she's clearly a fucking ashleigh. not for nothing, i know a lot of great ashleys', but the -eigh makes it so obnoxious and that's perfect for homegirl, because right off the bat she's claiming vanilla swirley hair romeo and ashleigh's tend to be like that... tell me you can't picture jen in a 2014 pinterest gear up in a pumpkin field wearing uggs and a fedora, i dare you to tell me she's not the type!

talia - is her full name natalia? 'cause it should be. in my humble opinion isla is a great name for her, (pronounced ay-lah) means island and it's spanish and scottish, perfectly beautiful for her, because let's be honest, if any of these girls is gonna have an interesting name, that's talia. hell, talia is already a great name!

jake - this is such a boring name for someone so full of flavor, i can't! he's not dabbed in caucasity nor adolescence, so why the fuck was he named jake???? mateo though... mateo is a fucking name, ok? it can be italian, spanish, portuguese, it doesn't matter. jake is such a 13-yo momma's boy name... ugh, no. if the guy has a collar popped like a fucking vampire and is walking around the villa with that hair, jake is not his name. PERIOD.

mason - i honestly like the name, just not for him. i always thought oliver would be a curveball because so is mason's lack of personality. let's face it they made a huge oopsie when interchanging levi's characteristics with his when coupled up with mc. mason is a drummer turned model, how the fuck did you manage to make him boring??? anyway, his face, to me, is giving oliver.

miles - he deserves a douche name because he has that chest piece, and any guy who displays such... awful tattoo deserves to be punished. fuck it, let's name him terry, short for terrible.

jasper - i mean, i HATE this name, and well, his face and hair is giving elité father tease, so i want to name santiago, because oh my god, every santiago i've met sucks ass and is a creep. the guy has a pet cobra, he HAS to be named santiago!

tim - this is the ONLY character who fits in the jake genre, because he looks 18 and clueless (affectionate). i feel like liam is somehow fitting for him, mostly because that's the go-to name in teen dramas... and usually the liam's are also clueless.

levi - why do his mates call him romeo is beyond me, homeboy has NO GAME. NONE. he's the personification (along with mason) of pretty privilege. if you stick a pin on his head it might deflate, because there's nothing going on behind those average eyes. fuck levi, his name is eric, basic and common.

rohan - since his name has multiple origins, and we don't know for sure his ethnicity (not that it matters, i know brazilian boys who are named tyler, so...) i'm naming him gael. he's a gael, argue with the wall.

cherry - have you ever seen a courtney??? because that's her! and she might be the type to say "although i have the same name as kourtney, khloe is my spirit animal" and you can't tell me she doesn't.

reese - tristan. fuck reese.

sammi - i would love to name her according to her ethnicity, because sammi apparently is hebrew. for instance, if she's korean: seong-min is perfect, because it's a genderless name and so it's sammi. also, i headcanon her as enby (she/them). if she's japanese, aya, because it can mean "brilliant fabric" and that's what she's fucking wearing. if chinese, yu ming, which means jade brightness, again... fitting! i like sammi, but i think it was a missed opportunity to name her in what could be her background culture, since lots of us don't know much, if anything about those countries. i for one didn't have any asian history classes in my school curriculum, which is weird because we had ajapanese immigration here, so like... MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. anyway, these are the names i would give her.

lucy - that's a rebecca that refuses being called becky, and will have a fit if you do. i don't have much to say about her, lucy can die in a hole.

SEASON 3

elladine - she gives me "i have two L's in my name" but it's not elladine. it's something like danielle, which is really pretty and the first name that came to mind when i saw the teasers with her.

aj - this is a great name for her, i have to say! if anything i would've taken the same route and either use an acronym, like aj, or a "boy name" like robin. i honestly love that name for girls and enby's.

bill - honestly the caucasity is too much for me, and i have to say, the name has to fall into that category, so i'm naming him ryan! he's childish and you can tell nobody has told him to shut the fuck up ONCE in his life. his name is ryan and you can argue with the jar of mayo sitting next to him.

camilo - i don't like this for anybody, it's such an ugly name in my opinion. if they wanted to name him a latin name they could've gone with so many other prettier options, and to me he looks like a cauã (the last a is pronounced ahn). listen, cauã is indigenous from brazil, BUT it's so fitting for him, you'll have to trust me on this one! they're athletic and also very... um... let's say "active", and by that i mean they're all whores (affectionate). it's perfect for him.

harry - if zhong is his surname (and it's chinese), then i'm choosing my favorite boy name, which is jun hie. ((fun fact, zhong can also be a first name, and it can mean devotion, among other things that don't even slightly mean that, but i'm focusing on devotion)). harry looks like someone who deserves a cute name that has a deep meaning, and jun hie means outstanding.

nicky - what a bland ass name for someone so pretty! i like jamal for him, and i could stand here all day trying to come up with an excuse but truth be told, it's because of jamal sims (the coreographer), leave me alone he's hot ok!

seb - i actually think a cat name is perfect for him lol it's either seb or something stupid like axel or dash, which makes him INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT.

miki - i like it but i think something like sakura would be perfect. there's something about her that reminds me of the petals' colors... she's a pretty chill girl, and somewhat delicate, so i like sakura for her.

genevieve - i think it's perfect! it's dainty but has some strength to it. personally i think if i came up with a name for her it wouldn't be as good as genevieve. hate the nickname though, viv is really basic. call her vieve, man, what are you doing??

iona - i would never think of this name because i've never heard it before meeting her, but she gives me the vibe of a girl who has a big name but cool, short nickname, like andressa or andrea but the nick is andi. the choice is andi, you pick the original.

ciaran - this is a trent and you can argue with bill's mayo jar. he might be irish but his stance is the fucking white american who is a nice guy. i don't like his personality, or the lack of, and trent is a brainless guy, just like him.

tai - it's fucking perfect for him actually! when i saw him on the tease i thought of taika, tai or koa (joyful), but personally i think tai or koa are very fitting.

yasmin - whenever i see her i think of the exact color of iris, so that's the name. plus, she gives "hemp-skirt-wearing and having lesbian sex in an orange tent after lolapalooza" tease and that's why iris fits.

rafi - i don't like the name rafi for him, so... husani. it's pretty accurate, since it means 'handsome'. i also like how it sounds and i think it fits with his personality since that's... the only personality he has. "ah, but vena he talks about his brother-" i'm gonna stop you right there, because he does, but um... how many times did we get to see his depth? exactly.

lily (liliana) - she looks like a bruna to me. it is italian but we do have a lot of bruna's here, and honestly? THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME, and they look like that.

SEASON 4

angie - she gives me strong vibes of alexandra, in a way that she hates her name and prefers a gender bent nickname, like alex. i don't like angie for her.

lexi - this absolute excuse of a person is a jessica to me, but the bad type. you know what i'm talking about, the type you have to call her out in the middle of a discussion because once again she's giving "THAT'S MY OPINION!!" tease. i hate this character so much, she's 46% of the reason why i stopped playing the season.

najuma - i love it but i would never think of this name since i've never heard it before. if someone suggested it, i would probably go with it, but if i had to pick one, it would be amani. i think najuma is better though.

thabi - honestly? pretty cool name for her, such a cute and short name, i would probably choose something like that. i'll keep it.

hazeem - not gonna lie i did NOT think he would have a muslim/arabic/urdu name when i saw him for the first time. and because i don't know NEARLY ENOUGH about the culture, i'm keeping it. he does look like a hazeem somehow.

james - it's such a common, bland, accessible name... then again, so is he. meh, james is fine. although he gives me benjamin... lol idk why, don't ask

kobi - this guy is such a... dynamic young man. there's a guy named calvin, from season 3 of the circle, and is the perfect summoning of what i think kobi is like. the type of guy that joins his fingers and gestures it to explain something, particularly to someone who hasn't asked anything. yeah, kobi's name is calvin.

will - ok, it would be EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN before will, especially knowing it's short for willem? LIKE, I FEEL SO BETRAYED- anyway, since he's japanese, and i wouldn't give him an engligh name, it's an opportunity to expand the character's culture a bit, so his name would be shigeru (lush), 'cause let's face it, the boy is pure lush... he has a fucking robe, it's perfect.

bruno - rafael vibes, and that's because here in brazil that usually goes to very annoying boys... (pronounced ha-fah-el). he just strikes me as a guy who doesn't know when to be quiet and well... he's a comedian, so you know that's fucking true.

youcef - if you told me he was french i would say pierre, because to be honest his face gives... absolutely nothing, so probably blanche? or blanc...? i don't know, he's just such a weird choice, all i think of is the "go back to party city where you belong" because of his hair. i'm definitely naming his blanche.

valentina - that's the most gabriela i've ever seen!! like... she's so fucking hot, i barely can think when i see her, and valentina is a beautiful name, just doesn't fit her vibe.

juliet - fuck this girl, i hate her design so much. and you know what, i also hate the name adrianna, so that's what i would name her. she has the vibe of someone who cuts you off to talk about herself and adrianna's love doing that shit.

cora - close but not quite, i would name her nova, because reasons. she just gives me nova vibes, maybe it's her style? maybe it's just how fresh she looks, idk, i just love the name nova for her.

tom - i'm not fucking with you, the first name that came to mind when i saw him was jerry, before knowing what he was called lol istg it's just jerry for me, the oldest most generic name for a guy that wears a goddamn suit on a summer trip.

kelly - i don't like the name kelly, it's really common in some regions here, i'm tired! plus, she breathes, walks and talks like a chloe, i can't imagine another name for her.

tiffany - hate this name, oh my god... if i had to moan tiffany at any given time, i would jump into an elevator shaft first. since they go by all pronouns, why not a gender neutral name? he gives me solid riley energy. i like it because of the girl in inside out and how there's male and female emotions in her head, so... riley.

dylan - he could be named rat for all i care. BUT i'm giving marcel, because that's what marcel's do, understimate women and are slightly misogynistic, and by slightly i mean a fuck ton. FUCK THIS GUY, FUCK HIS FACE, FUCK HIS BODY, FUCK HIS PERSONALITY. FUCK - THIS - CHARACTER.

oliver - at this point i don't even know, because he gives oliver, but he also gives mason, and also jason, basically names for guys that are ripped lol i think i would give him luke. don't ask, it's a luke thing!

#love island the game #litg #queue #litg s3 #litg s4 #litg s1 #litg jake #litg talia #litg levi #litg tim #litg nicky #litg bill #litg tai #litg camilo #litg rafael #litg will #litg angie #i'm not tagging everyone lol

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minniecostello · 3 months

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Remembering when you were taken home by a handsome butch at a party

Requested by @hornytransgirljenni

You're not sure how you got here, but you can't complain.

That's not true. You know exactly how you got here, and you know that even if you knew how you'd end up, you wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Your collar is so pretty, your bed is so cozy, your master is so good to you.

You can feel yourself getting hard just thinking about when you first met her, all those months ago…

You were at a house party, you weren't sure even then whose house it was. But the music was inoffensive, the drinks were tolerable, and it was exciting to be out and about in your new city. A friend told you about the party, but you still hadn't seen them, so instead you mill about, chatting with strangers. It's surprising, normally you're dreadfully shy, but maybe it's the drinks, maybe it's the warm summer evening, maybe it's just the euphoria of being somewhere new, where nobody knows who you were.

Eventually, you found yourself alone, standing by the bathroom door. You didn't need to use it you just wanted an excuse to leave a conversation with a guy giving you weird vibes. So you excused yourself, went upstairs and waited for your turn. By the time you're next in line, you noticed someone standing next to you, probably also waiting. You turned to say hi, and found yourself staring up at the most handsome woman you've ever seen in your life.

She's at least a head taller than you, wearing a ragged but colorful necktie over a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled just below her elbows. Her dark hair was cut short; you were getting tired of the ubiquitous undercut, but she wore it like it was designed with her in mind. And her smile was so broad, you couldn't help but smile back.

“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand. “I'm Ash.”

“Jen…Jenni” you stammered, taking her hand to shake.

“You new in town? I haven't seen you around, but you look like you belong in this crowd.”

“Yeah, just moved in last month. A friend told me about this party, Molly, but I haven't seen them.”

“Molly…” she tapped her chin. “Redhead? Bit taller than you, wears those silly hats?”

“That's them,” you confirmed.

“I saw them earlier but they ran off, said they weren't feeling great. Does that mean you're here all by yourself?” You nod. “Well that's no good. C'mon, lemme fix you a drink.”

“What about the bathroom?”

“Neither of us have to go.” You raise an eyebrow, and she continues “I saw you escape a conversation you didn't wanna be in, and I wanted to make a new friend. So let me make you a drink with whatever swill they put out.”

You followed her to the kitchen, swept up in the excitement of New friend! Is hot! She poked around at the bottles, grumbling until finding two that seem satisfactory, then to the fridge, then back to the bottles, then eventually she handed you a drink. It was alarming blue, but you took a sip anyway. It was the best thing you've ever tasted. Your eyes grew wide and she laughed, “I swear there's no way I could make that exact drink again ever in my life.” Despite this devastating news, you had to stop yourself from chugging it down all at once.

She guided you back out of the kitchen to a spot outside by the fence. You chatted with her for quite a bit, telling her about why you moved to town, learning about all the gossip. You got lost in the sound of her voice, and you barely noticed her moving ever closer. You felt the drink catching up to you, and by the time she started talking about the local kink club, you were quite a bit tipsy, and you couldn't stop yourself from stammering out a request for her to take you there to see it.

That smile again. You were ready to follow her anywhere the first time you saw it, but by then you almost lost yourself in it. You didn't mind how close she got, and you felt your knees shake when she put her arm by your head against the fence, leaned down to your ear and whisper, “why don't I take you to see my place first?” Eyes wide, you nodded frantically. She laughed and took your hand, you barely noticed getting into a taxi and following her into her small townhouse.

But you definitely notice the way she grabs you and pushes you up against the door after locking it.

Fuck, you didn't expect it but you definitely wanted it.

“I've been thinking about this since I saw you, and I know you were too.” You nodded softly and she leaned down and kissed you hard, pushing your head firmly against the door. Her breath was hot and spicy and boozy and her hands pressing you to the door were the only things keeping you upright. Your knees buckled as her tongue pressed past your lips, and you lost yourself in her exploration of you.

When she finally came up for air, you were in a daze. You can see the deep red of your lipstick all around her mouth and it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. “fuck,” you whispered, and she cocked an eyebrow, “yeah, you want that, little girl?”

You nodded, and she grabbed you by the ass and picked you up like you were a bag of groceries. You wrapped your legs around her and you kept kissing until she tossed you onto the couch, your dress all askew. She leaned down to kiss you again, one hand by your head on the back of the couch, the other fumbling with her belt. You moved to help and when you finally undid the waistband you felt her smile against you, and she whispered “good girl” ever so softly into your mouth.

Her pants slid down, revealing tight black boxer briefs. She glanced down to your waist. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said with a smile and you scrambled to throw your panties away, your cock already so hard. “So eager, I love to see it. I hope you can keep up the enthusiasm, little girl, cuz first you've got a job to do.” She pulled down her shorts to reveal her dark curls, and you could smell how excited she was. “Come and give daddy a kiss.”

She put her hand on the back of your head, put one leg up on the couch and pulled you between her thighs.

She tasted sweet and musky and sour. She tasted like heaven. Her fingers laced through your hair and she pulled it tight when your tongue moved against her clit, both of you moaning as you gleefully undertook your service.

You lost track of time, but you didn't care. She kept muttering praise and instructions, pulling your hair to move you around to satisfy her more. By the time your mouth and tongue were starting to become too stiff, she pulled you tight one last time and a flood of musk filled your mouth and she groaned loudly.

“That's a good tongue you've got there,” she panted, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, “I think I'll keep you.” Your cock twitched at this, you were so enthralled with the handsome older woman who had happily taken you to her bed. She loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, and your eyes followed her hands as the fabric parted, revealing the line of fuzz trailing up her belly. She had very nice hands; long fingers, well defined knuckles. You could see she was strong, and you ached to feel her hold you.

“Take off your dress, little girl. Let daddy get a good look at you,” she said once she shrugged off her shirt, leaving her naked save for her colorful necktie; the wide knot rested between her small breasts, drawing your eye. It was too precise to not be practiced, but it was all the more appreciated for the effort put into it.

You pulled off your dress, lifting just a bit to get the hem past your butt, and toss it to the side, hoping it landed near your panties. Ash made a satisfied sound before motioning for you to take off your bra. You comply, throwing it in the same direction as your other clothes. She lets out a low whistle of appreciation, a huge grin splitting her face. “Damn girl, you grew those yourself?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with her. You can only see her legs move closer until she straddles you on the couch, and she pulls your hair back so you look up at her face as she slowly lowered herself. For a split second, you thought she was about to sit on your dick, but no luck; she sat just in front, and pressed you between your bellies. She could tell what you were thinking. “No, baby, you don't get to fuck me like that so soon.” She ran the thumb not holding your hair across your lip and asked “but you trust that I'll take care of you, don't you?” At your nod, she slid her thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it. She held your gaze for a long time as she moved her finger in and out of your mouth. Eventually, her other hand moved between you; she gripped your shaft and started to stroke.

“This is nice” she says, and you agree, ‘mm-hmm’. “Such a nice, pretty girlcock you have.” Your daddy clearly knew how to handle it; just the right amount of pressure and twist and pull, the occasional thumb against the head. When you felt a climax coming, she could tell; at the slightest throb, her hand stopped, thumb pressing tight against the base. The pressure in your womanhood built slowly, steadily, inexorably. The whole while, she kept praising you, calling you her good girl, celebrating your tits, saying how much she loved to watch you drool over her, promising a place in her bed, a life of pleasure.

Eventually, she stopped stroking you, but the pressure on your member stays firm. Her thumb pulled out from your mouth and she got up and pulled you with her by the cock to a full-length mirror by an inside door. She walked around, wrapping her arm around you and stood you between her and the mirror. Your makeup is ruined; lipstick irreparably smudged, mascara starting to run, blush almost entirely wiped away by drool. She wrapped her free hand around your throat and starts to stroke. “Look at how beautiful you are, Jenni. You're going to make such a good pet.” Her strokes picked up speed, her grip around your neck tightened. Your vision gradually tunnels, the only thing you can see being your faces: her sharp, handsomeness warped by an evil grin, your hormone-rounded features turning pink as you are denied fresh air.

Your vision narrows and narrows until your eyes roll back in your head as the pleasure grows. She holds you up as she strokes, and you hear her gasp as the pressure between your legs reached a zenith and you explode, cum splattering on the glass.

Her grip around your throat slackened and she guides your down to your knees. “Be a good girl for me and clean that up, won't you? Daddy has something to get, I'll be right back.” You nodded and crawled forward, mouth open, and you began to lick your warm, sticky cum off the cold glass. You lost yourself in the task, the musky saltiness of your pleasure tasting so different from hers.

When she came back, you had almost finished. “Oh, goodness, you are so thorough. I'm going to give you a reward.” You looked up, and she held something behind her back. “Stand on your knees for me, close your eyes.” You comply, and you feel her hands move around your neck. Something cool tightened around you, and then you heard a click.

“Look in the mirror, baby girl. See what daddy gave you.”

You turned around to see a deep red leather collar, tight around your neck. You felt around it and noticed the lock. It looked like you found your new place in life.

You couldn't bring yourself to be all that upset.

#my writing #transbian #trans nsft #smut #nsft

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smolwritingchick · 4 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4

Chapter Summary: When the next challenge has to do with rapping, Jen is quick to let Suga know about her lack of skills. Suga however, reassures her and is finally asked by her for rapping lessons.

Words: 3,000+

Genre: Yoongi and Jen fluff! YoonJen!

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Since they were the losers, Jennie, Suga, Jungkook and V were on laundry duty as they made their way to the laundry mat. With the LA weather not letting up on the heat, Jennie decided to wear denim shorts and a white cold-shoulder top.

"It's hot as heck..." She grumbled, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

Jennie grabbed a bag as the four of them went inside, and headed over to the vending machine with laundry detergent. Jennie thought it was cute that the three boys were 'oohing' and 'Ahing' at the machine after they brought their laundry detergent.

While V and Suga get to work on their laundry, Jennie does her laundry next to Jungkook. Opening her washer, she dug into the brown bag. "Whoa!" She said in a surprised tone, dropping a few balls of underwear, that were not hers.

Turning to see his balls of underwear on the ground, Jungkook widened his eyes and shouted, "Ah! I'm sorry! Th-that's my bag. Th-this is yours." He quickly gave Jen her bag and hastily picked up his underwear.

"Jungkook, it's fine. Relax." She let out a giggle. "It's no big deal."

Jungkook (Aish...I cannot believe we accidentally swapped bags and she saw my underwear. I'm so embarrassed.)

Jennie (...I can't believe I accidentally touched his drawers. Hahaha. We're all a mess, today, haha.)

'Finally got their right clothes, the two teens wash their personal belongings'

Turning to see Jungkook pour in a lot of laundry soap, she grabbed the box. "U-um don't you think that's too much!? A little goes a long way, Kookie!"

"You sure? I feel like it should be more."

"No, it's way more than enough! All them bubbles!" She pointed at his laundry after he turned it on, putting in the coins.

"Wait I forgot to unball my underwear! Ah...I messed up my laundry." He groaned, looking at his laundry with disappointment.

"Kookie, you're good, they'll unroll."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You're fine."

After putting in their laundry, Suga and Jungkook go outside. Suga had a handful of quarters in his hands, showing it off for Jungkook to film with his camera.

"Let's grab some dolls. I want to catch a doll for Jennie." He suggested while Jungkook filmed him.

"Wonder if Suga hyung will be able to catch any dolls." Jungkook questioned as he put the coins into the machine.

"I'll try to catch a lion."

Suga danced to the cute tune of the game and ended up grabbing a tiger on the first try. "Suga hyung caught a doll! He caught a doll!" Jungkook exclaimed. "One shot, one kill!"

"Shall I catch another?" He suggested and went for another, grabbing it successfully.

"It can't be! He caught another!"

'Discovery of Suga's new talent.'

Grabbing one of the lions, Suga walked over to Jennie who was watching the TV. "Jennie, I got you something." He presented her the doll with a smile.

Gasping in surprise, she happily accepted it. "Wow! For me? Aw! Thank you! This is cute."

"Thanks for helping me with my dancing."

"Aw, you're welcome. Thanks, Suga. I love it." She stood to kiss him on the cheek.

While Jungkook and V play around with a ball that Jungkook won from one of the games, Jennie and Suga head over to the ice cream shop.

"I'll let you try to order this time," Jennie told him as he managed to order three separate ice creams and blueberry water ice for her. "Good job!"

"Though I can't speak English, I still think I can survive in America." He declared.

"I agree, you're doing well."

Grabbing her cherry water ice, she and Suga headed back to meet up with V and Jungkook who were still playing games, inside.

"Kids, hyung brought ice cream for you guys!" Suga announced.

"Wah, daebak." Jungkook turned around. While the three guys ate their ice cream cones, Jennie happily ate spoonfuls of her water ice. "Jennie, can I try some of that?"

"Mm hm. Go ahead." She scooped up a spoonful and fed it to him. "Do you like it?"

Smiling, he nodded. "It's really good!"

"I want some!" V shouted, bumping Jungkook out of the way.

"Hyung!" He shouted.

"I want to taste it, too." Suga walked up to her.

"One at a time! Jeesh." She laughed and fed the both of them a spoonful.

Agreeing with Jungkook, the cherry water ice was really tasty.

After the laundry was done, Jungkook realized that his balls of underwear had unrolled. "Wow, you were right!"

"Told ya! Jennie knows best." She patted him on the back and put her clothes in the dryer.

Hearing laughter, she turned her head to V and Suga. "Hahah! Jennie! Suga put the coins in the wrong dryer." V laughed.

"Suga you had one job." She chuckled softly and walked over to them with Jungkook.

"Don't you think Jungkook has changed a little?" V pointed out.

"He got a tan," Suga observed.

"I've put on weight! I've been eating a lot since we reached here so I got fat." Jungkook says on his camera. "I'll lose it later."

"Boy, where? Where's the fat?" Jennie looked around, trying to find what he was talking about, making him laugh.

After their laundry was dry, the four of them cheer. Carrying her bag of laundry, Jungkook approached her as he carried his own. "Jennie, I can carry that for you, if you want."

"You're such a gentleman, today. Thank you." She said with appreciation, handing him the bag. "Y'know, I feel like you want something. You're so nice, today."

Looking down, he stuttered, "N-no reason."

"Ha, I'm just teasing. I appreciate you carrying my bag for me. Your good deeds have not gone unnoticed."

Looking up at her, he smiled cockily. "Well of course, as expected by your awesome best friend."

"Yeah...don't push it." She deadpanned. Almost instantly, they both end up laughing.

Back at the dorm, Jennie watched Jin and J-Hope cook and heard Jin complain that his eyes were burning while cooking the onions. "Are the onions from overseas originally this strong?" He asked, trying to adjust his burning eyes.

"Yep, the onions over here will do that," Jennie replied. J-Hope called her and Rap Monster over to try out the cheese sticks that he made.

"Try it out!" He handed her a cheese stick. She took a big bite and so did Rap Monster. "It's not too bad, right?"

"Um...it's ight." She shrugged.

"It's nothing special." Rapmon bluntly replied and walked away, making J-Hope laugh out of embarrassment.

After Jin finished his cooking, he fed it to all the members. Grabbing another forkful, he blew on it and fed it to Jennie.

Rap Monster cringed. "What did you put in it?"

"Ham!" Jin replied, while Jimin and Jungkook ate the meal deliciously. Jin's statement makes Rap Monster and Suga walk away.

"Eh...it's okay. It's an interesting taste." She mentioned.

"You DARE insult my cooking!?" Jin playfully yelled at her.

"I'm sorry!"

"I was going to bake you cookies, but no more cookies for you."

"What the-JIN! Wow! I'll remember that when you want me to make my cupcakes!" She walked away to meet up with Suga and Rap Monster. "Hey, do you two want cupcakes?"

Jin widened his eyes. "C-cupcakes!? Your Valentine's Day cupcakes? Jennie! I'm sorry! Come back!"

The guys just laugh at his freak out. "Looks like more cupcakes for me~" Jimin grinned.

"NO. I'm getting my own batch!" Jungkook bragged.

"No, you're not! I am!"

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Later on, that day, the eight of them were walking around Long Island Beach, when a limo showed up to reveal Warren G.

"Hey! What's up, man?" He greeted.

"Holy..." Jennie murmured, feeling her stomach drop.

"Oh, my God!" J-Hope looked on.

"It's Warren G." Suga exclaimed.

'The starters of G-funk and hip hop legend, Warren G'

'Dr Dre's younger brother'

Jennie (THIS IS FRIGGIN AWESOME!)

Jin (I thought it was someone rich that was passing by and just greeting us.)

Suga (Someone that I've seen on the internet and getting to see him before my eyes.)

V (I was drooling)

Jimin (Was he really Warren G? A foreigner comes up to us and claims that he's Warren G, of course, I'd be a little suspicious.)

After getting into the limo, and greeting Warren G, they ride around LA.

"Hey, check this out. We're getting ready to go on a mission, we're gonna go around my neighborhood. Imma show y'all where I grew up at, where I came from. This is where a lot of it all started. Where, I'm gonna take you. Where the roots started. Me, Snoop, Nate Dogg." Warren G explained.

"I've known him as a legendary personality," Jimin added

"He is a legend." Rap Monster praised.

"A lot of people call me a legend. But I'm still a little bit young, maybe at 50, 60 years old, then I could say I'm a legend. But right now, I'm just doing what I do." Warren G mentioned.

"This is our first time meeting you so we'd like to greet you the Korean way," Rapmon said in English.

"Imma get my phone so that I can get this." Warren G took out his phone to record as they did their greeting. Once they arrived at VIP, he mentioned, "This is VIP. This is where a lot of things started, right here. A lot of good music, a lot of good people."

"Welcome to Long Beach." The cashier greeted them as soon as they walked inside.

Jennie looked around, in awe. "All these records...amazing."

Jennie (Man, my dad would love this.)

"You guys want a long beach hat?" Warren G asked

"Of course!" Jennie and Rap Monster happily accept his offer.

"Imma buy them a Long Beach hat. Y'all each get a Long Beach hat."

"Wow, he's buying us the hats." Rap Monster translated as the guys said whoa and freaked out.

Back in the limo, they continued to ride around as Rap Monster asked him some questions. "What songs did you record there?"

"We did a couple of demo songs. Before we were known. When I actually played it for Dr.Dre, which is my brother, he liked it so he invited us to the studio." Warren G answered.

"How did you, Snoop and Nate get together when you were young?"

"We went to elementary school together."

"They were friends in elementary school and they ended up becoming such legends?" Jimin exclaimed.

Warren G took them to 21st Lewis where they shot their album cover.

"Yo....that's insane..." Jennie shook her head in disbelief.

Jennie (I still can't really speak because I'm so overwhelmed with amazement.)

"I used to stay down here, so I'll take y'all this way." Warren G walks around with them. Pointing to the house, he says, "This is where I lived at. See that house, right there? Right there, that's where I grew up. This is where we started. Right here, we used to get picked up and taken to all the rich areas and we'd sell candy, candy out the grocery store and stuff like that."

'Giving details about his past and growing up, right where it happened.'

'It's not easy to talk about one's life through music! It's a real experience! BTS, I'm jealous!'

Walking to another area, Warren G pointed out that this was where they filmed Who Am I. "We shot that right in here. They put the wall up here, now. So, they blocked it off, all this used to be open. It was railroad tracks. We shot the video, right here. There was, one, two, three of us just standing here."

After their tour, they're dropped off. "We had a good time, today. You know, we had a lot of good fun. Check this out guys, I got a mission for you, guys."

"Please let it be easy." Suga murmured.

"I want you guys to write the lyrics to regulate. I want each one of you guys to tell your own life story. So, you do your own version to regulate. Good luck. Much love, baby!" He left.

Jennie (I can't wait to tell my dad that I met Warren G and got to get something from VIP.)

"He wants us to write our own lyrics to regulate." Rap Monster said

Jennie (I'm extremely nervous. I don't want to let Suga down. I feel bad, I'm nowhere near the rap line's level. What am I going to do?)

'In separate unit groups, challenge of writing regulate's lyrics'

Jennie and Suga walk around and decide to go to a local park. Luckily there were a lot of trees and they sat on the grass, under the shade.

"All right, let's get started." Suga took out his notebook. Jennie took out her phone and started listening to Warren G's Regulate, feeling more nervous about the beat of the song. "You all right? You look nervous."

"Sorry, I just don't want to let you down."

"What do you mean?"

"Well because of my lack of rapping skills."

Suga let out a chuckle. "I felt the same when we were dancing together, but look at how we soared. We'll be fine. What did you do in your old group in America?"

"Singing. I never rapped. My old friend, Angelina, she did that. Not me."

"Well now, we'll change that since you're in BTS."

"Easier said than done."

"Smartie, cut it out." He sighed as he grabbed onto her hand to squeeze it. "You're important to me. You're important to us all. Stop beating yourself up. You're going to be fine, so stop worrying. You're going to give me a headache." He placed a hand on top of her hand and then took out his headphones to pull up the song on his phone.

"Yoongi?"

"What?"

"Thank you." She nodded as a small smirk came across his lips.

"Let's get started."

They both begin to write down some lyrics. "How am I going to convert this into lyrics?" She turned her head to him.

"Continue writing it as an explanation about your life that you personally think of. I'll fix it around for you later."

"Okay, I'll do that."

After writing, Suga turned his attention to her and asked what she had come up with. Once she handed her the work, he nodded and worked his magic to put it into lyrics. Afterward, he put up the instrumental of Regulate and gave Jennie her lyrics back.

"Let me see how you rap." He gestured as she nodded and looked at her written lyrics.

15, scared and at the Big Hit audition

Just a little girl with a big ambition

"Make sure you increase your punctuation." He reminded her. She took his advice and tried again, and he nodded in approval. After rapping her verse five times, he gave her pointers every time and she kept his words of wisdom in mind as she tried again.

Suga (She learns quick. She's committed. She still has a long way to go, but she's getting the hang of it.)

"I was also going to research and listen to the female rappers I would listen to when I was younger. That should also help me." She told him.

Suga (Jennie doesn't give herself the credit she deserves. I'm confident that we'll win the challenge.)

After the practice, they decided to walk back to the dorm. "Great job, today. You're learning fast. You'll be fine for the challenge. Don't worry."

"Thanks. Um, I actually wanted to tell you something."

"Shoot."

"I just wanted to say that I really admire you. Your rapping is just friggin awesome. I would love to be on your level one day."

Letting out a chuckle, he stopped and turned her around to face her. "Jennie, if you're serious about rapping, I'll give you lessons."

Taken aback by his sudden offer, she widened her eyes, stuttering, "H-how'd you know!?"

"I overheard you saying it a bunch of times. I was just waiting for you to ask me. So, ask me, properly." He grinned.

"I know but we're busy making songs and we're going to be promoting again, soon."

"I'll make time for you. We'll make it work." He reassured her.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. We can start once we go back to Korea. Just prepare that we're going at a slow pace. You won't rap like Lil Kim or any of the other female rappers you like, overnight."

"Thank you!" She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him, tightly. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I would like to not get suffocated." He teased with a chuckle. "But before I teach you, I want you to ask me properly."

Releasing him, she beamed, "Suga, will you please give me rapping lessons, so that one day, maybe in a few years or so, I could rap with you and the rap line?"

Smiling, he nodded. "Yes. I'll teach you. Just know that I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not going to go easy on you. And it's going to take a lot of time and dedication. I take this seriously. You know that."

"Understood."

Jennie (Woo hoo!)

Later, that day, back in the dorm, Jennie walked in, trying to find Suga. "Suga, I was thinking we could-" She stopped once she saw him asleep on the bed, that she sleeps in. "Ah, he's on my bed. I guess I'll just chill on the couch."

"...You talk too much. Get up here. I don't feel like moving. Let's take a nap, rejuvenate ourselves and we'll get back to work." He murmured.

"Oh, okay." She climbed up on her bed and got under the covers with him.

"Don't move so much...hurry up and get comfortable."

"Listen you! You are the one that's on MY bed. I can move if I want to."

"I won't hesitate to push you off."

"Rude, I swear..." she let out a laugh. Comfortable, rested on his chest.

"Your hair smells, good." She could feel the vibration of his chest, making her snort.

"Wow, is that the best pickup line, you can think of? I just moisturized my hair," she replied with amusement.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...it smells nice."

"Take a nap, Suga."

"You're one to talk."

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The next day, the eight members head into Warren G's recording studio and greet him. "What's poppin?" Jimin greeted in English.

"What's poppin? So how are you guys feeling today?" Warren G asked.

"I'm nervous."

"It's all good. I gave you guys a challenge the other day to write your lyrics to regulate. I want to know what some of the challenges you guys face were in doing so."

"That we had no time?" Suga added

"I can understand that."

"My challenge is that it's regulate." Rap Monster mentioned. "It's like Warren G's life song, so there was some burden to us. Like this is regulate, it's like this song."

"Yeah, but once you tell your story over, it becomes you. That's real cool, man. Time for the good stuff. It's time to see what you guys came up with. And the first group that we're going to roll with is Jungkook and V."

Jennie nodded once she heard V rap.

"Living each and every day tiresomely, we're Peter Pans who grew. Even if time passes by like this, we won't become adults."

Jennie (Okay V...I see you...)

"All right, Suga and Miss Jennifer. Y'all ready?" Warren G asked as they head into the studio.

Jennie took out her phone to look at her lyrics.

Jennie (I'm freaking out...I hope I successfully rap my verse and things go smoothly. It's all or nothing. Let's do this thing.)

Putting the headphones on, she exhaled and started to listen to the beat.

Suga squeezed her hand. "You got this." He reassured and she nodded.

All nervousness aside, she got serious and began to rap in a strong voice, just like Suga advised her.

15, scared and at the Big Hit audition

Just a little girl with a big ambition

Flew to Seoul

And met my goal

I was a trainee for the shortest amount of time

Critics thought I wasn't ready and wasn't at my prime

I took a lot of Ls lemme add some wins

Day and night, 24 hours, every day

Our work is never done, this ain't child's play

Sleep deprived, but the future is always on my mind

No matter what they say, I'll always be on my grind

My curly hair is a mess

But I'm never stressed

And let me just address that I'm here to stay

You want me on my way

But not today!

I'm still the Bangtan Girl

So I'm sorry bae!

Suga smiled to himself as he listened to her. She did well, as he started his rap. Meanwhile with the guys, watching in surprise, Rap Monster widened his eyes at the roughness in her voice and the attitude she had at the end of her verse. What happened? She looked so serious.

Rap Monster (I...I'm astonished at how Suga turned her into a different person in just a day. ONE day. Wow. If she wants to learn how to rap and maybe be a part of the rap line, let her go for it. I'm looking forward to seeing how she does in a year.)

"The dream I had during my 10s that was definite at a young age. Because I fell for that, the door of my future was unclear." Suga continued to rap his verse.

"That's a wrap!" Warren G said as they walked out.

Jennie (Huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I feel good.)

"Uh, Rap Monster, you okay?" Jennie nervously chuckled because he kept staring at her.

"Suga, what did you do to her?" He exclaimed while Suga laughed.

"I did what I had to do so we can try to win this. Haha." Suga explained. "Because I really had no time, I was in the bathroom this morning." He tells a bit too much information about how he was writing his lyrics in the bathroom.

"You didn't need to tell everyone that." She laughed

"Yeah, you don't need to be so descriptive." Rap Monster sighed

"I was really quite tight on time."

'Suga who is explaining his restless situation due to worrying'

"It sounds like you guys are nailing it. It sounds good to me. I'm looking at the lyrics and seeing how you two delivered. For such a short time, that was nice." Warren G praised.

"Thank you so much." Jennie grinned and high fived Suga.

"I told you that you could do it." He revealed his gummy smile.

After the rest of them went and were praised by Warren G, he finally made his decision on who won the challenge. "It's time for me to pick the winner. Like I said, it's so hard because I like all of you, guys. Very talented. This is going to be my gift for all of you guys. But what I want to do is do a beat for you guys to do a song to. Whatever album y'all doing or whatever you guys are doing, I wanna do some music for you guys."

Jennie (NO WAY! Honored!)

"Oh, my god, thank you!" J-Hope said and clapped with everyone.

"But as far as this picking goes, I like all of y'all man. So, it's really hard for me to pick. But once again, I gotta go with Suga and Jennie."

"YAY!" Suga started jumping up and down, dancing around while Jennie fist pumped the air.

"WOO!"

'Team Fierce wins'

"I couldn't have done it without you, Suga. Thank you." She hugged him.

"Congratulations. And you know, like I said, it was good working with all of you guys." Warren G said and signed two of his Regulate albums for them.

Jennie (I didn't know we were going to get signed albums! I wanted to keep it for myself, but then I was thinking about my dad and I know how much he loves hip hop, way more to me, that's for sure. He loves everyone, Warren G, Snoop Dogg, and all the rappers. And I know it'll make his day if I give this to him. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can't wait to see his face when I give him this.)

"Thank you, I'm giving it to my dad. He loves his hip hop, he's so passionate about it. And when I give him this, he's going to flip out. Thank you so much, Warren G. Can we take a picture together and send a video to my dad?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course."

#bts #bangtan boys #bts 8th member #Yoongi fluff #suga fluff #jungkook x oc #American hustle life #bts fanfiction

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31. Jackrabbit

Loss of communications, community isolation, anticipated violence, fictional politics, implied military violence, briefly implied past captivity, referenced stitches

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

Harrison felt a bit guilty watching Wolf shift uneasily in the diner booth. When he had asked if Wolf wanted to be left alone or get breakfast with them, he already knew the answer.

Wolf would clearly rather not go anywhere or do anything, but he was even more reluctant to be left behind. Harrison understood. He couldn��t blame Wolf for agreeing even though they both knew he wasn’t quite up for the clatter and din of the diner and its patrons.

Neither of them wanted to be alone again.

At the very least, Wolf looked better - color in his cheeks, dark hair clean and free of blood. Save for the gauze covering the fresh stitches across the right side of his head, he looked the best Harrison had seen him since before the Box.

“Here’s you go; careful, it’s hot.” The owner and hostess was Merrill’s wife he had discovered. Lucy was her name. It wasn’t a guarantee of the character of this little village, but it did ease Harrison’s mind as he watched the two old women smile at each other and speak in soft whispers.

“How they doin’?”

“Well as they can.”

“And you?”

“Right as rain sugar.”

There was a jingle as the door to the diner opened, a flush of cold air following. Wolf was on high alert, jaw set and eyes sharp as he sized up the threat: Thomas, shaking snow from his hat with a huff.

“Gettin’ bad out there?”

“Naw, just dusting is all.” Thomas gave Lucy a nod before looking to their booth, sliding in next to Harrison. “You boys get something to eat yet?”

“Yessir.” Harrison smiled, giving a lazy salute to the little old lady behind the counter. “Lucy makes a damn good omelette.”

“Don’t overdo it son, I’m in no hurry to see you sick.” Dan sighed, dropping into the booth across from Merrill. (Harrison was grateful on Wolf’s behalf that he was being given personal space.) It didn’t look like Dan’s investigation into the diner’s landline proved insightful.

“Still no phone?”

“Nope. My bet’s they cut it out past the pastures.”

“You’d be right.” Thomas piped up, shooting Harrison an apologetic but grim smile. “Carlisle’s checked their perimeter fence this morning. Phone lines are down and plenty of tire tracks from the south.”

While Dan, Merrill, and Thomas were making a point to busy themselves with their coffee, tea, and bagels Harrison watched the gathering storm in Wolf’s eyes. Something between grief and fear.

“You don’t have any other communications? A cell phone? Radio?” He needed Jennings and their people here ASAP. Nothing annoyed covert ops more than nosy journalists, mostly because they were hard to kill without drawing attention.

“Cell service doesn’t reach out here. Could try driving over to Duck Creek but…”

“Good chance they’re out on the roads.” Dan finished for Thomas, taking a sip of coffee. “As for the radio, anything from the sherif?” Thomas perked up, smile tentative.

“Got him at the edge of its range this morning. Kept it short and sweet but he’s going to do some needling.” He turned to Harrison, clearly trying to be reassuring. “He’s got friends in the nearby installations. Even if he can’t call ‘em off he can at least get a finger on their pulse so we know what we’re dealing with.”

“More than you can handle.”

Harrison could feel Thomas tense beside him, Wolf’s gravelly baritone bringing a hush over the tables. There was still the sizzle of bacon on the griddle and Lucy humming softly to the staticky drone of a country song.

“What makes you say that, son?” Dan’s voice wasn’t accusatory, soft with gentle curiosity, trying to coax more from him. Wolf glanced to Harrison, who gave an encouraging nod when he saw the sharp focus behind his eyes.

“You’re civilians in a civilian town. You can’t win this fight.”

“With all due respect, we can handle ourselves.” Thomas’ self confidence shrunk as Wolf eyed him, gaze flickering to his holstered pistol.

“Have you ever shot a man, Deputy?”

“That’s enough, son.” Dan interrupted before Thomas could reply, a blush rising up the younger man’s ears and his throat bobbing as he looked away. Wolf’s judgement lingered on the deputy before he turned to Dan.

(Harrison would say he was impressed, seeing Wolf choose to ignore a direct commend for even a heartbeat.)

“Past experience aside, none of us are in any condition to dig in for a fight and you are not prepared for a siege.”

“Then what’s the plan Wolf?” Thankfully, Wolf’s intensity shifted to him - something that would have made his stomach turn a few days ago.

“We need to leave.“

“As I said, son, they’re probably on the roads already.”

“Then we best make an effort before the noose closes.”

“Where?” Mel’s question was simple and soft. “Where would you go?” Wolf’s eyes flicked between her and Harrison.

“North.” Harrison shrugged, filling in the sketch of a plan Wolf had provided. “Try and get across the border. Not foolproof but safer than staying in the States, I guess.”

“You can’t just leave; you’re injured, and - “

“Are we prisoners?” Wolf’s question made Thomas’ mouth snapped closed. When he didn’t reply, Wolf turned his eyes to Dan.

“No. Tommy’s just worried is all.” The old medic gave Harrison a glance of reassurance. “I can walk you down to the Trautmire’s garage. They probably haven’t demo’d the humvee yet.”

Harrison could almost feel the stress leave Wolf’s body language, shoulders easing and expression slackening as he nodded.

“I would like that. Harrison?”

There wasn’t fear in his eyes, no anxious need for approval or support. Harrison felt a smile tug at his lips. He didn’t know if it was another of Wolf’s façades, but at least he seemed to be easing into being his own person again.

“Kinda tired, to be honest.” He laughed weakly, his body genuinely worn down from the energy it took to keep up with the conversation. “I’ll stay here - you can pick me up on your way back.”

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams

#loss of communications #community isolation #anticipated violence #fictional politics #implied military violence #past captivity #stitches #freelancers au #sorry for the plot but if you want more angsty goodness i need Situations to arise #there's snow on the ground and ive gotten enough sleep after traveling to feel human again #might post updates to this sporadically until febuwhump rolls around

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Smoke in the air < Top Gun Maverick fic Au

Top Gun Maverick Au Series

Setting: Set years after Top Gun, Before Top Gun Maverick

Summary: What happens when old family friends meet again? But instead it’s though daughters and granddaughters instead. What if Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf and Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell earlier, years before Top Gun?

Platonic Pairing: Jennifer ‘JenPen’ Mitchell & Rachel ‘Frostbite’ MetCalf. Maverick’s daughter & Viper’s granddaughter.

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It was a hot shot day in April 2011, Jennifer was sweating bullets after running streets in the sun. She just finished a quick run with Amber Kazansky, the girl was faster than her in way she can’t count. She entered the household to see her dad, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, and aunt, Audrey ‘Sunset’ Davidson, in the kitchen trying to cool off.

“Hey Daddy.” Jen said giving a quick kiss onto her father’s cheek. Then she bounced over to her aunt doing the same, “Hiya, Mama.”

“Hi sweetheart.” He replied with a smile, checking his watch and placed on his shades, about to head out soon.

“Hello princess.” Added Sunset pouring herself another glass of soda, “Whatcha doing here so early? Where is everyone?”

Jen opened the fridge grabbing a water bottle as lifted it up to her lips, taking a sip before replying, “Kazansky and I just finished a quick run. Bradley is god knows where. And my other friends are at the beach. Where ya headed?”

“I’m dropping something off at Chipper and Wolfman’s house. While you’re dad is driving over to old Commander Viper’s place to drop over paperwork and then head over to the offices.”

Maverick lifted up his head, “Uh change of plans! Babygirl, i need to head out to a meeting with Slider and meet up with a old student of mine, so i need you to drop off the folders for me.”

“But Dad-” Jen tried to opt out but was cut off short.

“The address is on a post-it note in my garage. It will be a quick thing, i promise.”

“But i was gonna go pick up Rusty and Lucky to go to—okay.”

—

Jennifer took a quick shower and opted for a better change of clothes. A black tank top with a gray flannel wrapped around her waist, jeans cuffed at the ankles, sandals with a pair of big tear drop shape earrings. Along with the gold crusted green necklace necklace she never removed, that made her olive green eyes pop.

She headed downstairs taking the folder with the address taped onto the front, then headed out driving to the MetCalf household, texting the girls she’ll be late to the mall. She’s been there before when she just a little girl due to her father or uncles, taking her to the house to be babysat by Viper’s wife when no one could watch over her. Viper’s wife Linda was gentle soul, always welcoming everybody in with open arms and a full plate to anyone who’s hungry. She liked her very much, but she was tough at times too.

Jennifer parked in front of the beautiful house with a freshly watered garden to die for, a white painted front porch with lights gently handing off the edge of the front door and the sound of peaceful smiles lifting up the feel of the house. Simply lovely.

The girl stepped out of the car with the items she was meant to give to the folks in hand, almost tumbling up the footsteps and knocked on the door twice. No one answered, so she knocked again nor did she hear any noise coming from the other end of the doorway. She stepped back and decided to try and walk around towards the back porch. But before she can take the first step down the staircase, Jennifer heard the door swing open and whipped her head around to face the person.

She expected to see Linda MetCalf standing there in her classic light pastel yellow top and jeans, with her hair tie in bun. Or that’s at least what her memory decided to make up of the women. Instead she was met with a young blonde girl with dark green eyes wearing a gray sweater, navy blue shorts and Converses. She definitely looked way younger than her, probably early pre-teens. Something about her gave a icy annoyed vibe, like Jen just butted into her important conversation with someone by accident. As if she landed in some deep smoke with that look.

The young girl gave her a slight glare holding the doorknob, like she was ready to slam the door in her face or something for interrupting her peace and quiet. “Uh, who the heck are you?” She asked.

“I’m uh, a sorta friend of the family.” Jennifer explained pointing towards the house.

“Sorta?”

“Yeah, Linda MetCalf sorta was my babysitter.”

“Uh okay, i guess. How old are you?”

“Almost 20..? Who the hell are you?”

“Look, I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, so please..you know, leave.”

“But I’m not a—”

Then a classic voice was heard, “Honey, who’s at the door?”

“Some girl claiming she knows..um, you?” Replied the young blonde with a confused disgusted face, scanning the brunette’s outfit choice.

Linda came in after what looks to be drying her hands off and smiled recognizing her, “Jenny, is that you?”

“Y-yeah it’s me! I’m um, sorry to interrupt you.” Jennifer said apologizing, feeling the young girl’s eyes on her.

“It’s alright what are you doing here?”

“My dad wanted me to hand this to Viper..?”

She held up a folder with tons of paperwork inside with a half smile.

“Oh yes, Mike said your father was coming over. He’s just left to the store, but i can take it for him.” Linda said kindly, holding out her hand as the girl handed her the papers, “You wanna come in? I made blueberry pie.”

“N-no it’s fine, i was gonna head out to see my friends…” Jennifer replied about to give an excuse however the scent of pie hit her nose, realizing she was hungry, “Actually yeah, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Wonderful! I’ll serve you a big slice.”

—-

By the time Linda served her the slice of pie, that already seem to be cut into earlier, the young blonde headed upstairs to do god knows what. The older woman stood a seat next to the young brunette smiling. Linda asked, “So how are you sweetheart?”

“I’m alright, to be honest could be better.” Jennifer said taking a bite out the pie and humming at the delicious taste in her mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Well dad and I are having trouble with picking career paths. Plus he’s had a little fight with my aunts and uncles..”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. You’ll figure it out eventually, you guys always do.”

“I hope so..how are you doing? I’ve haven’t seen you since i was 13, 12 maybe…?”

“I’m doing good, specially with the spring allowing more sales at the bakery and spring shopping.”

Jennifer chuckled, “Oh yeah, the mall is packed with new spring dresses at Macy’s.”

“I know it is, i brought 5 brand new outfits there last week.” Linda chuckled, pouring themselves another glass of water, “I’m so happy you stopped by, i missed seeing you.”

“Aww i missed seeing you too! If i known you were babysitting a neighbor’s kid or something i would’ve came later.”

“Neighbor’s kid?”

“Yeah the blonde girl..or is she not..?”

“Oh no sweetie you’re mistaken, that’s my granddaughter.”

“G-granddaughter? I’m so sorry I didn’t know!”

“It’s alright, you weren’t here for a long time. She is Valerie’s daughter.”

“Valerie? The oldest blonde one with the pink bracelets and used to play with me every time you babysat me?”

“That’s the one, surprised you remember. Yeah Valerie moved out with her boyfriend—now husband years ago and came back home with their daughter.”

“That’s sweet.” Jennifer smiled then jokes, “Soooo, is Hunter still available?”

“Possibly.” Linda joked back, “And I think your a better match than his last girlfriend, Brianna.”

She laughed, “I might have to ask him out then. Besides, I think Brianna wasn’t the kindest girl…um what’s granddaughter’s name?”

“Rachel MetCalf. She’s a nice girl.”

“Uh, nice? She had an icey look like she could bite me.”

“She’s a sweetheart, Jenny. Go meet her, she’s in the guest room down the hall across from the bathroom.”

—

Rachel was laying down on the bed watching rewatching a Taylor Swift music video on her laptop, as her feet kicking on the back near the edge. The lyrics blasted throughout the cracked open door, her nails were still wet from painting them a light gray color. She was relaxed and singing softly, not hearing the footsteps of clapping sandals along the the wooden floor.

She knocked on the white painted door asking if she could come in, thankfully she received a quiet yes. Once Jennifer opened the door, she was met with a different look, a far more comfortable one.

“Uh hey.” Jen said standing in the doorway giving the girl a small smile.

“Ugh what do you want?” Replies the blonde pausing the music video, wiping her head around to the girl.

“To talk. To you.”

“Uh why? Look my grandma, if ask you to do that just don’t listen to her. You might be wasting your time You came here to bring over some stuff, that’s all.”

“Uh ok first off, yeah she sent me here.”

“I knew it! We both know you got something more entertaining to do instead.”

“Secondly, watch your tone!”

“You ain’t my mother nor my grandmother!”

“Yeahhh I’m not but those two lovely ladies you just mentioned, I do know! I..sorry ok..I just came to be nice. Can we start over?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s a nice thing to do.”

“Really? How so?”

——

The dark brunette, she didn’t speak, not knowing how to respond to that comment. Jen walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, however knowing that this would be a long talk. Rachel sat crisscross applesauce on the bed, scrolling through the reopened Twitter page on her laptop. Memes, gifs, messages and videos filled up her feed. She glanced up at over every once in a while, waving a hand for her waiting for the girl to keep speaking.

But Jennifer didn’t.

Instead she watched her. The hair bouncing in front of her face, her dark nails, the rolled shoulder and annoyed pouted lips. The frosty looks that could sharply hurt you, a soft stabbing, focused glare underneath that deep eyeliner of hers. Some people are always like that that, it’s who they are. But sometimes it’s always something different, stronger. Something behind those eyes. Either she was going across a teenage phase or…

“How long?” Jennifer asked, the words just slipped out.

“What?” Rachel replies eyeing her up and down.

“How long was your father shipped out?”

“Wa-excuse me? How did you know that?! You just walk in here and asked me that…”

“H-hey I’m sorry. It just slipped out..well because I know the face. The attitude.”

Both of their voices were low, as if it was whispers of a conversation. Rachel looked at her once again, noticing that this girl seriously just called her out on something that she didn’t expect to hear. But somehow was known to everyone in that very room. It kinda sucks that the annoying girl in front of her read the room that quickly, or just guess it.

For Jen, it was something she knew a little too well. The look, sometimes the cries and the attitude. She experienced it, still does. Not something you catch on unless you travel around and met people every once in a while. Sometimes you need someone else to listen to you.

Rachel sighed, leaned back and scoff, “Okay that um, wow. Rude sorta I guess..but um yeah, my dad was you know gone for 6 months or less…Navy and stuff runs in the family. Guess with yours too?”

“Yeah. He’s never been gone for that long, huh?” Jennifer asked, she got a nod in return and continued, “I get it. It’s not easy, it gets annoying like the longest waiting game ever…what about your mom?”

“My mom?”

“Yeah..”

“Mom is usually at work nowadays, so I stay with um, well my grandparents. Mostly grandma. I mean yeah she’s always here but the last few weeks..she’s been usually busy with work.”

“It’s tough, at least you get to be near some cool grandparents. I get it, it can be hard sometimes you just want them safe and sound. Especially if your a bit of a daddy’s girl growing up, I guess.”

——

Rachel was still working out the way to look at this situation. Just a few minutes ago she was annoyed at this point with her but now it was like she has soften up. Sometimes you don’t know if someone is getting honest or just chatting with you to make conversation. As if it was a lie or something, she’s been though his routine before.

She scoffed and looking at her laptop, “Yeah well, what do you know?”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked, playing with her nails for a moment.

“You’re just sweet talking me or something. You don’t know me, you’re mom is probably at home with your dad.”

“She’s not at home.”

“Shopping for grocery then, whatever. At least she’s with you.”

“Yeah probably in spirit.”

“Huh?”

Jennifer scoff with a slightly half smile, “Girl, my moms dead.”

“Oh-oh my god! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” Rachel said quickly with widen eyes, closing her laptop, “I um, uh, I didn’t know..”

“It’s alright. You didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry…is that why you visited my grandparents a lot? I heard half of the conversation downstairs. You uh, talk loud.”

“Y-yeah I mean sorta..I guess that’s why. My dad or uncle were busy with work as I got a little older, so I was always dropped off here..just like you.”

“What? No other uncles or aunts or older siblings to take care of you? At least I had my uncles and aunts.”

“Live far away or you know, busy with work. My dad trusted me in the care of your grandparents.”

“And my aunts and uncles appears like it..”

“Oh no, they just showed up to play every once in a while.”

Rachel joked with a half smile, “In what year? 1987?”

“Hey! I’m only a few years older than you. And yeah, in the late very 80s.” Jennifer admitted, knowing she couldn’t lie abiotic that.

“Hahahahaha! Old lady.”

“Again I’m literally 19. What are you? Like 11?”

“11?!”

“13?”

“13?! I’m 15! Just turned 15 a while back.”

“Heheh! You don’t look like it…”

“Okay, rude.”

“But you sound like it.”

Rachel muttered a ‘wow’ trying to act serious and mature enough to act like it, but the moment she turned around to face Jennifer. It was a whole different story. The brunette was biting the inside of her cheek, grinning softly at her, “What?” The young blonde started chuckling that grew into a fit of laughter, the other girl followed suit. They laughed for a good minute straight, chatting a bit more.

“So uh, can we start over..?” Jennifer asked with a shrug, smiling.

“Sure, why not.” Rachel replied with a slight scoff and smile.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Mitchell my friends c-”

“Seriously? The whole introduction thing too and-”

“Just do it. Please?”

“Fine..I’m Rachel MetCalf. My friends call me Rach, at least they would if I had any friends.”

It was Jennifer’s turn to scoff and half smile, “Cute. Did you just quote Meg from ‘Hercules’?”

“Well yeah, duh. She’s a cool chick and relatable to me..” Rachel replied with a shrug and smirk.

“Okay, Megara..”

“Yeah no.”

“What? Nicknames it’s for sake! Iceman is already taken.”

“Rachel is just fine.”

“Okay fine.”

“You give everyone a nickname?”

“On occasion.”

“Oh dear god…fine, only one nickname got it? It should be a cool one! Not some lame basic one.”

“Damn okay, yes ma’am.”

She laughed at the older girl reaction. It made her feel comfortable and cool. Honestly she wasn’t half bad in her eyes. Rachel thought that she was warm and sweet, which contrasted her cool and collective self. Yeah she had a friend or two, but this brunette girl was willing to stay up here with her for a while. Yeah sure, it took Linda MetCalf to do so, but still. Usually she was the loner who gave everyone the side eye, then comes on this girl to interrupt her vibe today. Interesting.

The two chatted a bit more. Talked about schools, discussing movies, joked about crushes, watch some YouTubers, and do more things to past the time.

Not gonna lie, Jennifer was glad she went upstairs. The moment she saw the young blonde at the front door, it was smoke in the air! Her mind was racing with ideas to leave the paperwork and get out of there, especially when that glare hit her. Planning to definitely refuse the idea of coming upstairs to actually meet her, meet up with her friends at the mall. But when she got to know the blonde girl, something about this newfound friendship felt good.

The pair were discussing a few new movie trailers when Jen phone vibrate with a call from Rusty, she excused herself real quick to answer it remembering about the mall. She heard that the girls were at the Food Court, just finished showing at Target waiting for her.

Jennifer ended the call, noticing a few missed text messages from her dad as well. Oops. When she returned to the bedroom, she was met with the young MetCalf eyes and soft smile.

“You’re friends?” She asked with small nod.

“And a few missed text messages from dad..” She replied nodding.

“Oof. Tough break, sorry about that.”

“It’s cool. I got hang out with a cool girl anyway.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah your kinda cool.”

“Your playing, I ain’t cool.”

“I would say so, Rachel.”

“Whatever you say, Mitchell.”

Both girls chuckled.

“Walk me out?” Jennifer suggested with a small shrug, pointing at the door.

“Sure.” Rachel reply was quick as she jumped off the bed, leading her down the steps.

—-

——

They chatted some more, greeting Linda midway to the front porch. She smiled at both girls, happy to see they somehow got along. She gave the young Mitchell a slice of pie to go and returned back to the kitchen counter to continue a phone call of hers. Rachel opened the door for her new found friend. Jennifer smiled, giving her a small thanks.

“You know I wasn’t expecting this day to go like this, but I’m glad it did.” Jen says holding the pie in her hands.

Rachel leaned against the door frame, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad. Again, I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m used to it, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s cool, I kinda needed it you know.”

“Yeah. Ohhh how about I swing by again this week and I can take you out?”

“Seriously? T-that’s odd, we just met.”

“So? We’re kinda on good terms and I would like to hang out with you a bit more.”

The blonde smiled hearing that, surprised to see how open this girl was receiving her this whole time. Somehow she liked this annoying ball of sunshine and jokes. The brunette smiled softly as if she can see the gears turn in her head, she was cool with hanging out with someone like her. Somehow she enjoyed the vibe of this bright eyed ball of cool breezes and slightly snarky remarks.

It was that ‘screw off’ attuned attitude towards her, that Jennifer liked for some reason. She wait for a response from the blonde, playing with her necklace.

“Oh right.” Rachel said snapping out if her thought considering her offer, “Sure! Y-yeah we can hang out tomorrow I guess, o-only if your free of course. You seem kinda busy.”

“Nahh girl, I ain’t that busy!” Jennifer replies with a soft chuckle, “I’m usually lounging around or something. So I can definitely hang out tomorrow.”

“G-great! That sounds great, you’ll pick me up?”

“If it’s cool with your grandma and—”

Suddenly the yells of Linda MetCalf was heard, “YES! ITS OKAY WITH ME!..sorry, I was eavesdropping for a moment!”

Both girls laughed at the older woman, nodding at the agreement. Satisfied somehow with this situation of today, it wasn’t planned but it was nice so far. Rachel said her quick goodbyes, giving the brunette her phone number in the process and closed the door. Jennifer nodded as the door was sorta slammed in her face and chuckled running off to her ride.

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Thank you for reading this fic! Hope you enjoyed it

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bookgeekgrrl · 1 year

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My media this week (12-18 Feb 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 "List of People Who Disappeared Mysteriously at Sea" (Jen Myers) - nicely eerie short story

😊 In The Market For Murder (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #2) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - again, I'm a fan of the breezy 'not-super-serious-about-historical-accuracy-in-the-small-details' tone; I really like that Flo & Lady H have this backstory/history that we only find small bits about here and there

😍 Same As It Ever Was (QuokkaFoxtrot) - 62K, Steddie - EXCELLENT time-loop fixit AU

🥰 Cabin Pressure - Series 1: Abu Dhabi to Fitton (John Finnemore, author; Stephanie Cole/Roger Allam/Benedict Cumberbatch/John Finnemore, voice cast) - entertained again by the crew of MJN Airlines

😍 Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Steve a Match (BlueSimplicity) - 209K, shrunkyclunks - omegaverse (but fairly nontrad, no mpreg) - the slow burn tag is not inappropriate but also it kind of doesn't FEEL that slow! deep worldbuilding, excellent epistolary component, incredible OC's, the differences/subversions of trad omegaverse tropes gave me clowfish AU vibes, which I loved

😍 Will Wonders Never Cease (PorcupineGirl) - 56K, zimbits AU, You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fusion - magic's real, Bitty's a tech witch with a very cute familiar - read this in one sitting and my face hurt when I was done from smiling so much

🥰 Luke and Billy Finally Get a Clue (Cat Sebastian) - novella, set in 1953; to paraphrase the official description: two best friend pro ball players finally figure their shit out, featuring: inclement weather, only one (real) bed and some hurt/comfort. Technically this is set in the Cabot Universe but there are zero Cabots in this one. Cat continues to score home runs on vibes alone. I love her books so, so much!

💖💖 +189K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I Want You to Find Me (PorcupineGirl) - Check Please!: zimbits, 23K - canon-divergent AU where Bitty's a camboy that catches Jack's attention (while also still being his former teammate and all)

Ruin me (rainbow_nerds) - Stranger Things: steddie, 11K - absolutely cannot get enough of a reunion/2nd chance fic!!!!! fluffy AF!

Critical Feline Mass (Kryptaria, zooeyscigar) - MCU: stucky, 39K - no-powers AU where they're both retired military, Steve rents an apt to a still-struggling-to-reintegrate Bucky & sparks (and feelings) fly. also there are a lot of adorable kittens.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Tom Scott & Gavin Free - "We tried the Hot Ones sauces. It was painful."

Queer Historical Romance panel with KJ Charles, AL Lester & Lex Croucher presented by The Portal Bookshop

Poker Face - s1, e5-7

Our Flag Means Death - s1, e8-10

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Vibe Check - NFL = National Fenty League

Digital Folklore - Monsters and Mental Healthcare - Vivian Asimos & Kathleen Hale

The Sporkful - Alan And Arlene Alda Bonded Over A Fallen Rum Cake

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Henry Miller Memorial Library

You Must Remember This - 1984: "Vioporn," Body Double and Crimes of Passion (Erotic 80s Part 7)

Switched on Pop - “Flowers” and the art of the response song

Digital Folklore - Hidden Meanings (Haunted Videogames, ARGs, & Folk Groups)

Strange Customs - Katie Lowes and Adam Shapiro—The Rock

It's Been a Minute - Unlocking desire through smut; plus, the gospel of bell hooks

⭐ Vibe Check - There’s Dog Years, and Then There’s Queer Years

ICYMI Plus - The Internet’s Black Emo Renaissance

99% Invisible #525 - The Chinatown Punk Wars

⭐ Fated Mates - S05.22: Trailblazer K.J. Charles

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Pushkin’s Duel

Welcome to Night Vale #222 - Makarov the Magical

Shedunnit - Bonus: Tana French on Josephine Tey

Fated Mates - S05.14: Band Sinister by KJ Charles

Writing Excuses - 18.07: Deep Dive into THE SPARE MAN

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Cactoblastis Memorial Cairn

Writing Excuses - 18.05: An Interview with Mary Robinette Kowal

Ologies - Melaninology (SKIN/HAIR PIGMENT) with Tina Lasisi

You Must Remember This - 1985: Fear Sex. Jagged Edge & AIDS (Erotic 80s Part 8)

Endless Thread - The Journeys of Two Russian Anti-War YouTubers

Strong Songs - From Bach to Miles Davis, with Emily Reese

You're Dead To Me - Early Medieval Papacy

It's Been a Minute - Kelela's guide for breaking up with men

Dear Prudence - My Partner Might Be in Conversion Therapy. Help!

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Rihanna

The Celtic Spirit

my 'Thumbs Up' playlist

Tropical Dance Pop

Hi-Scores

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Summary: The sound of footsteps drew nearer as Hopper and Joyce stared intensely at one another in their holding cell, almost as if trying to burn the image of one other’s face in their mind. His bruised hand found hers and though the mere movement caused him great pain, he squeezed it. “No matter what happens, we’re gonna get out of this. You and me, we’re gonna make it.” She nodded her head, thumb brushing his knuckles. “I know.” But as the door began to open, both secretly wondered if those words would be true.

(In which both Hopper and Joyce find themselves captured by the Russians after the Starcourt incident and trials they must face and endure before finding freedom together).

Rating: M

Relationship: Joyce/Hopper

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CHAPTER ONE

A/N: First off, HUGE thanks to @whats-a-terrarium for letting me bounce ideas off of you! You’re a big help haha! Second, thank you all for showing me so much support! It means the world! Okay, here’s the next chapter! Hope you enjoy! -Jen

Chapter Two: Hopper

Hopper had only been sixteen when he'd taken his father's red Cadillac for a joyride and crashed it straight into a tree. Even three decades later he could still recall the smell of smoke and the insistent, blaring car horn. Remembered how much it hurt to breathe through cracked ribs. A broken arm, one dislocated shoulder, and a severe concussion had left him unable to do much for days. During that time, he couldn't fathom the idea of ever being in worse shape. The likelihood seemed impossible. How very wrong he'd been.

The hard floor offered no relief to his aching back as Hopper laid there in the dark. Everything hurt. If he were to describe it, it felt as if he'd been struck by a train before being flung into oncoming traffic during rush hour. Not at all pleasant to say the least. He let out a shallow breath, fading in and out of consciousness as every part of him seemed to throb from the beating he went through.

There was only one comfort in this place, a comfort that was equally as miserable. Joyce. Maybe his plan hadn't been the most ideal. But in that plan, Joyce wouldn't have been there. Joyce would've been safe. Joyce wouldn't have been captured and stuck in here with him. Joyce… Pulled from his sleep, he could feel her fingers gently coming through his hair. Smoothing down the mess that it had become. She was humming softly, a tune he didn't recognize. But it was nice. She was nice. His Joyce. Jesus, how could he have let this happen?

"...They're safe…" He mumbled into the quiet softly. Hopper could only hope Joyce could piece his words together and know who he was talking about. The kids. "I promise." There was no proof on his front to offer that. Maybe, he hoped, it was all she needed to hear. "They'll be okay."

Her hand stopped, he really wished it hadn't. "I know."

Joyce's answer was short. Hopper knew she was afraid of who might be listening. He worried too. The KGB were known for their impeccable security-well excluding his, Joyce's, and Murray's success with the destruction of the Key. After that slip up, the Soviets would no doubt be watching them like hawks on prey, taking their every breath as a possible sign of a threat. Hopper turned his head slightly in the direction he thought might hold the door. Even if he wasn't disoriented from the darkness, the likelihood he could've forced himself up and tried to break out was low.

Hopper found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. The air was hot and felt as if a heavy blanket had been laid over him. Suffocating. Feeling Joyce was the only constant reminder that he hadn't died and gone to Hell. Because if he had, she for damn sure wouldn't have been there too. He tried to focus on his breathing and not the agony that his broken body was in. His throat burned for water he wondered if would ever come. One wrong move caused a shock wave of pain skyrocketing up his spine rendering him unable to hold in the moan that came with it. Life was a real shit show right now.

"Hop…"

Joyce's voice sounded distant. Soft. Worried. And Hopper knew her anxiety about his condition was rising. Maybe she feared he'd fall asleep on her and not wake up. Or worse, that he'd just straight up and die now. He inhaled, struggling to pull himself out of the depths of going under.

"Pancakes or waffles?"

His tongue was like sandpaper as he spoke. Such a stupid thing to bring up, but it was the first thing that came to his mind. An easy thought he pulled out without much hesitation. Something lighthearted. Something that made him think of El. What he'd give to hold her in his arms again.

"What?" Joyce asked, sounding confused.

"Pancakes or waffles?" He tried again, trying not to slur. "Pick one."

She paused and Hopper wondered if she thought he'd lost it. "...Pancakes."

Hopper snorted lightly. "Should've guessed."

"Why? What's wrong with pancakes?" And even though he couldn't see her, Hopper knew she was smiling. "Who stepped in and made you the breakfast king?"

"All I'm saying is you are missing out." He closed his eyes for a moment, riding off a dizzy spell. "Waffles are better, just the truth."

It was Joyce's turn to snort. "Hop, I'm not sure if those waffle sundaes you make count."

"Don't knock 'em till you try 'em…" Hopper murmured with a weary smile. "I'll make you some one day. You'll be Team Waffle in the end."

"I'll hold you to that." Joyce replied, her voice beginning to sound far off again. "It's a date."

A date. Enzo's. That thought hadn't crossed his mind until she'd said those words. Twice now their plans had been thwarted. And though he'd been looking forward to some alone time with Joyce, this wasn't what he had pictured. Breadsticks, not beatings. Chianti, not chains. Italian, not Russian. Hopper sighed softly, letting the haze of exhaustion blanket him once more.

"Stay with me, okay?" He heard Joyce say, feeling her hands against him once more. "Promise?"

"Okay." He mumbled quietly, unsure if she had even heard him. "Okay…"

The answer seemed to satisfy Joyce because she let him sleep again after that. Or rather, as best as he could. Maybe if he could just rest for a bit longer, his mind would begin to function enough for him to hatch some sort of idea. Some sort of strategy to get the two of them out of there. Hopper despised this feeling of weakness. Especially in front of her. He was supposed to be protecting her and yet, here he was, a prisoner to his own body. Make her feel safe. That's what he'd told her back at that shithole of a lab. What a fucking joke.

Time passed, however long he was unsure. It was like a fever dream. It was like he was sinking in the quarry back in Hawkins, but no matter how hard he tried to tread through the water, he kept going down. Joyce would tense up at random times leaving Hopper to wonder if it was her way of fighting back sleep. He felt guilty. Ashamed. But as he finally managed to grasp the invisible line of faint consciousness, hoping to muster up the strength to convince her to let him take over so she could rest, the door flew open.

Joyce let out a yelp as four men stormed through the brightly lit entrance and made a beeline straight for him. Hopper felt her fingernails rake against the side of his neck as she was pulled abruptly from his side. His head hit the ground with a thunk as he reached out, weakly gripping onto her ankle as if that would keep her in place. Someone kicked his hand back and he felt something pop in his wrist.

"Hey!" His voice sounded gravelly, strained as he called out to them. "Let her go!"

With every ounce of energy he had left, Hopper forced himself upright. Joyce was struggling in the grip of two guards, both having taken the arm on their respective side. When she looked back at him, he could see the fear beginning to shadow over her brave features. Hopper saw red. As if on instinct, Hopper found a sudden rush of adrenaline and launched himself towards one of the men, knocking off of Joyce and back against the wall. The victory was short lived as the two other men not with her charged forward and forced him back onto the ground. Hopper felt the first boot slam into his rib cage before he had a moment to even register what was happening.

"Stop! Stop it!" But Joyce's desperate cries for mercy were left unheard as they continued to kick him. "Please! You'll kill him! PLEASE!"

There was blood in his mouth. Where it came from, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't good. Through the pain, Hopper tried to focus on Joyce who'd grown blurry in his vision. His ears were ringing and every time he tried to get a good breath in, another kick struck him full force knocking the wind out. At this point, he wasn't sure how much more his body couldn't take. Hell, at this point, maybe he was as good as dead after taking that guard. But he wasn't about to wish himself dead. Not if it meant Joyce would be alone.

"Ostanovka!"

The command cut through the air like a knife. Suddenly, the assault on Hopper ceased. He lay there, heaving as he locked eyes with Joyce. She mouthed something, but he couldn't quite make out what. Before she looked afraid, now she looked terrified. Hopper looked towards where the voice had come from and noticed a fifth man enter.

"Both." The guard said, gesturing with his head to the hall. "Kaptian Barinov's request."

Hopper tried to bite back a grunt as he was hoisted onto his two feet. He stumbled, struggling to hold himself up as his own pair of guards made sure their hold on him was strong. This time, he didn't put up a fight as he found himself being dragged behind Joyce out of the darkness and to whatever hell awaited them next.

Two heavy wooden chairs bolted to the floor each with their own set of arm and leg restraints greeted Hopper and Joyce like old friends. When the guards forced him down into one, he remained stoic even as the metal cuff caused his already swelling wrist great agony. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Joyce receiving the similar treatment. Whatever shit happened to him, he could care less about. It was her his heart had begun to pound for.

"Ah, it feels like it has been a lifetime since we last saw each other and yet, it has not."

Barinov. The name was sour on his tongue. Hopper watched as the captain-or whatever the hell he was, entered the room followed by the warden. Melnikov. He noticed Joyce slightly stiffen at the sight of him. His blood began to boil. Whatever the hell he'd done to her, once he figured out how to get them both free, he'd make the asshole wish he was dead.

"I applaud your restraint, Comrade." Milnikov commented, walking closer to get a better look at Hopper. "I was expecting him dead."

"I considered it." Barinov admitted casually. "But there are many ways he can still be of use."

Of use. As if he were multi-purpose. Hopper knew it was a scare tactic. That they were trying to instill fear in him. Whatever they wanted with him, they could have. Joyce was different. He stared forward, not blinking as Milnikov got right in his face. He could've spit. If his body would've let him, lean forward just enough to bang his head right square into the bastard's nose. But he didn't. He waited.

"And such a use would be…" Milnikov questioned, turning to face the captain.

"One that would benefit you the most, Comrade." Barinov said with a genuine smile, making Hopper's skin crawl. "Kamchatka."

The furthest Hopper had ever been from the States was Vietnam. Other than that, he wasn't well traveled. And sure as hell knew nothing about Russia. But even with that lack of knowledge, he knew well enough that this Kamchatka place wasn't some five star resort. Even though he really wanted to, Hopper kept himself from looking over at Joyce. He knew what she was thinking, he didn't need to see it in her eyes.

"He has strength, it would be a shame not to use it up," Barinov continued. "Let him serve the Motherland. Pay for his crimes."

Minikov nodded his head thoughtfully. "And the woman?"

"That I have thought long and hard about." The captain said, turning to Joyce. "Kamchatka is no place for her kind, which is why I have a proposition." His smile, though small, returned. "Allow the American woman to stay with me. Give me the responsibility of handling her."

"NO!" Hopper roared, everyone's eyes suddenly on him. "Over my cold, dead body she goes with you anywhere!"

No. No, no, no…this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Hopper felt sick, sick like he consumed a carton of milk that expired two months ago. Sick like he'd been on a roller-coaster and his brain had been so rattled it made him nauseated. They couldn't do this. This psychotic asshole couldn't take Joyce-his Joyce away. Not from where he could protect her.

"The decision isn't yours to make." Barinov replied, clearly pleased by Hopper's reaction to the news. "At least you can find some comfort in knowing her life will not at all compare to the hardships you will face. Find good in that."

"I won't let you do this! I won't let you get away with this!" Hopper hissed through clenched teeth, struggling in his restraints. "I'll kill you!"

Barinov cocked his head curiously to one said. "Is that what you want, American? Do you wish to die now? In front of your woman?"

"No!" It was Joyce's turn to cry out. "No! No, please! I'll go with you, I'll do anything! Please, spare him!" Her voice broke as she spoke and the range of emotions Hopper currently felt was indescribable. "I'll go with you…"

The captain clasped his hands together in approval. Hopper could only watch as Joyce was freed from his restraints. She looked at him, so hard it was as if she was trying to burn the memory of him in her mind. All he wanted to do was just grab her. Grab her and hold her tight and never let her go. Hopper pulled at his cuffs as Joyce gave him a watery smile.

"I'll be okay." She promised softly.

"Joyce…" His hoarse voice cracked as he spoke. "Don't…"

"It's okay."

But it wasn't okay. It was Hell. His Hell. And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Broken, Hopper could only watch as Barinov's hand settled on the small of Joyce's back, leading her towards the door. Hopper bit down on the inside of his cheek, fighting back the fury and sorrow that swirled around in him. She was gone. She was lost and he couldn't get to her. He didn't even care when Minikov stepped forward with the other guards. Nor when he clenched a fist in the air, ready to strike.

"Welcome to Hell, American."

The blow sent Hopper spirally down into a deep, dark ravine, lost and swallowed by unconsciousness.

A/N: Ostanovka means "stop" in Russian. So now our favorite pairing has been separated from one another. But fret not, they will be in contact...but how and why, you will just have to wait and see. I still haven't decided if chapters will alternate between Hopper's POV and Joyce's, or I will have both in one chapter. Whatever I do, I promise it will not be confusing and will make sense. Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! It's always amazing to hear your thoughts! Until next chapter! -Jen

#Jopper #Jim Hopper #Joyce Byers #Stranger Things #Hopper x Joyce #Jopper fic #The Light That Breaks Through The Darkness

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