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babydollmarauders · 8 months

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OURS — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n and Trevor’s relationship is constantly being criticized by outsiders but they know their love is real.

warnings: references to nsfw activities, hate from outsiders, dialogue heavy, not proofread

notes: written semi-quickly, shorter than my other recent works, idk how i feel about this one, but it’s done and i hope y’all like it. ending is kinda iffy but oh well.

it seems like there’s always someone who disapproves of Trevor and i’s relationship.

my parents don’t like his carefree and confident demeanor. his younger brother didn’t trust me because i was someone new. his friends didn’t like that i write songs about exes and my relationships.

but most of all his fans and the media, judge us like they know us personally.

mostly judging me.

as a singer, my every move was criticized and picked apart. what i wore was either too homely or too dressed up. i was too skinny or too big. my heels were too tall, but then my nike’s were too ‘tom-boyish’. but the judgement had only seemed to get worse once i started dating Trevor.

suddenly his fans were saying i wasn’t good enough for him. analyzing our body language in photos and claiming that i didn’t act like i liked him. saying i was using him to further my fame.

but on the other side, i had my fans commenting that i was too good for him. citing his previous playboy ways and saying that he wasn’t smart enough or mature enough for me. claiming his bad boy attitude drew me in and that i would ‘come to my senses’ soon.

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y/nofficial

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y/nofficial summer with my boy toy <3

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trevorzegras my beautiful girl, you were off to a great start in the beginning and then you added the last photo

y/nofficial wdym? i think that ones my favorite!

trevorzegras whatever floats your boat mamas

gracieabrams cutest couple in the world ♥️

y/nofficial you’re the real loml <3

gracieabrams shhh i thought we weren’t telling trevor?

user26 NEW MUSIC COMING SOON?!

user81 i wonder if it’s about Trevor

jackhughes was i cut out of the last pic?! i thought you loved me, y/n 😪

y/nofficial in the wise words of Ariana Grande “you ain’t my boyfriend”

user40 the way she’s leaning away from him in the 5th pic? oh she’s over him

user95 she’s finally over the bad boy thing, i guess

user02 thank god! i don’t want her to get hurt!

user73 @/user02 HER to get hurt?! she’s gonna end up writing a slandering song about my baby Trevor and painting him to be an asshole

user02 @/user73 lmao yeah, well the shoe fits. why shouldn’t she write a song showcasing his true colors?

user73 @/user02 i’m not about to fight with a Y/N stan of all people— have fun supporting your famefucker

user02 @/user73 oh please, she doesnt need to use your little hockey asshole for fame when she’s already more well known than him

user12 we love a PR relationship 🫶

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my converse squeak against the marble floors as i leave my execs meeting, catching the attention of many up and coming artists that are waiting in the lobby. i can feel their gazes following my every move, from when i stop in front of the elevator to when i press the down button, and i can’t help but laugh in my head; reminiscing of when i was the same way. star-struck and in awe whenever i saw any artists leaving the same doors i just walked out of.

but now, having been in the business for two years, that feeling has come and gone, replaced by small talk with those very same people that i once looked up to.

“hi.” i smile politely at a redheaded girl that sits close to the elevators, a notebook in her hand and stars in her eyes.

she looks around, as if searching, before she lets out an awkward chuckle. “oh- hi!”

the elevator dings twice before the doors open to another crowd of wannabe pop stars, and i step aside to let them out before waving a goodbye to the doe-eyed redhead and stepping into the elevator.

i’m excited to get back to my boyfriend, but that excitement vanishes when i scroll through twitter on my uber home.

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oh- that was fast.

i can’t help but scroll through the replies and quote tweets, and by the time i arrive back home, i’m disheartened to say the least.

i thought i was being nice by greeting her? even if i couldn’t stay and talk. but apparently i should take this as a lesson for the future, don’t say hi to anyone unless i can stay and chat.

and my mood only worsens when i make it into the house, calling out my boyfriend’s name, to which i get no response.

“Trev?” my voice echoes off the walls of our home as i step into our bedroom, in search of the six foot tall hockey player. but i come up empty, finding that he still isn’t home from training camp.

i slide my phone from my pocket, drafting up a text before ultimately trying my luck at a phone call instead.

the outgoing ring reaches my ear twice before it stops, the call picking up.

“hey babe, what’s up?” Trevor’s tone is light and airy, painting an immediate smile across my lips.

“hey, i was just checking in.” i sit upon the fuzzy white blanket that’s folded along the foot of our bed, running my hands over the soft fabric. “i thought training was supposed to end at noon?”

“oh, yeah, it did.” he confirms, and i can hear someone else talking in the background. “Jimbo and i decided to grab lunch and catch up a bit.”

“oh, okay.” i nod, despite the fact that he can’t see me, and i can hear him conversing with someone.

“shh. hold on.” he tells someone. “he wants to say hi.”

i laugh as Jamie’s voice comes through the line. “HEY Y/N!!!”

“hi Jame!” i reply, listening as he grunts, wrestling the phone from Trevor, i assume.

“i’ve missed you!” he sounds closer now, while Trevor sounds farther away, calling out for his phone back, confirming my suspicions. “when do i get to see you again?”

“i’ve missed you too. if it’s alright with Trevor, and if you’re free, you can come over for dinner tonight?” i tell him. “i can go to the store and grab stuff to make my garlic and basil chicken pasta.”

“oh my favorite! i’m in! i don’t care what Trevor has to say about it, to be honest.” his response causes me to laugh, while my boyfriends calls out an offended ‘hey!’

“see you later!” Jamie yells, as i assume Trevor gets his phone back.

“did you need anything else, babe?” Trevor asks distractedly.

“no, nothin’ else.” i stand, gathering my car keys from my nightstand. “actually, i’m gonna go grocery shopping, can you think of anything we need?”

“condoms,” he replies unabashed, and i blush at the thought that Jamie heard him. “and frosted flakes. i finished ‘em off this morning.”

i roll my eyes before teasing, “the condoms or the frosted flakes?”

“both.” my skin heats up at the reminder of our morning activities, Trevor having woken me up before the sun even came up.

“oh- uh- okay.” Trevor laughs as i stumble over my words. “i’ll grab some more…of both.”

“thanks, love you!” he waits for my reply before hanging up, and i pad out of the bedroom, slipping my shoes back on by the front door before heading out to my car. i wasn’t big on driving, usually letting Trevor take that responsibility, and avoiding it when possible, so i only really used it when i had to go grocery shopping, relying on ubers to go anywhere else.

i slip into the drivers seat, huffing when i find that Trevor messed with my seat again. a harmless prank he likes to pull, just to see when i drive again and if i’ll notice. i adjust my seat before i pull out of the driveway, the radio playing faintly to fill the silence.

i’m nearly done with my shopping trip when it happens.

“he still uses those?” i’m mid-tossing the family size box of Frosted Flakes in the cart when the words reach my ears, and at first, i don’t even notice they’re being spoken to me. “he always said it felt like he was wearing nothing.”

i glance over to find a tall blonde standing next to my cart, staring down at my items.

“i’m sorry?” my brows furrow in confusion.

“oh- the condoms. Skyn Elite? Trevor used them back when he and i used to hook up a couple years ago.” the girl smiles, the supermarket lights reflecting off her sparkly lip gloss. “you’re his new conquest, right? y/n?”

“i’m his girlfriend, yes.” i nod, pursing my lips together in a straight line.

“right,” she nods. “girlfriend. you got the envied title.”

“i guess so.”

she gives another falsely innocent smile. “good luck keeping it! he’s insatiable, is he not? seemed like he was always keeping an eye out for the next girl.”

i’ve never particularly cared about the ghosts of Trevor’s hookup past. why would i be? i had them too, so who was i to be bothered by his? besides, right now, he’s mine. i’m the one he comes home to; the one he loves and talks about a future with.

“well, i should get going.” i tell her, already beginning to push the cart towards the end of the aisle, in route to check out. “it was nice to meet you.”

i was lying, sure, but i wasn’t going to let her get to me.

she bids me goodbye as i walk away, and when i glance back, i see her faux smile drop, her eyes rolling as she sneers, turning the other way.

yeah, i pretty much expected that.

i’ve just made it into the kitchen, dropping the grocery bags onto the counter, when my phone begins to ring, buzzing in my pocket with an incoming call.

i do an awkward dance of trying to free my hand from a twisted bag handle, before retrieving the vibrating device from my pocket, my fathers contact taking up the screen. pressing accept, i hold the phone up to my ear.

“hey, dad!” i chirp, opening the refrigerator to begin unloading the food.

“hey, pumpkin. what are you up to?” his voice drifts in my ear as i put away a gallon of milk.

“just unloading groceries.” i inform him. “what are you and mom doing?”

“oh, nothing.” he sighs. “just missing our little girl.”

i laugh at his dramatics.

“i know, i need to come visit.” i stuff a few cartons of berries and a bag of grapes into the fruit drawer before shutting the fridge.

“so catch me up, honey. what’s new?”

“nothing really. i’m working on some new music, and i had an exec meeting this morning to discuss how the album is coming. but other than that it’s same old same old.”

i open the cupboard, taking care of the box of cereal and a couple bags of chips as i speak.

“and you’re still dating the uh…” he trails off. “the one with the tattoos?”

i can hear the disapproval oozing from his voice and my eyes roll in my head.

“Trevor, yes.” i confirm, walking down the hallway to our bedroom and placing a few things on Trevor’s nightstand before setting a new bottle of shampoo on our bathroom counter.

“yeah, him.” he sneers, and it’s then that i hear the front door open, two sets of footsteps reaching my ears. a smile spreads across my face as Trevor calls out my name. “i don’t understand why anyone would do that to their body. that’s permanent, ya know.”

“mhm.” i hum in disinterest. “hey, dad, i gotta go. i’ll call you later.”

“oh alright, honey. love you!”

“love you too.” i hang up the phone as Trevor steps into the room, smiling at the sight of me.

“there you are.” he beams. his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against him, and his head dips down to bring his lips to mine.

“here i am.” i mumble against his lips, causing a chuckle to arise from his throat.

“Jamie is in the living room. followed me home claiming that he had to see you.” he tells me, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his close friend.

“yeah, i invited him over for dinner.” i inform him. my hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

my whole body relaxes, any tension disappearing when his lips meet mine. his eyes scan my face as he pulls away, and his faces falls, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

“what’s wrong?” he whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear before pulling my head to his chest.

his heartbeat echoes in my head, calming me immensely.

“nothing.” i mutter, my eyes falling shut when he begins rubbing circles on my back.

“i don’t believe you.”

“it’s nothing, really.” i insist. “nothing that’s actually bothering me. just a little annoyed.”

“what annoyed you, baby?” he sways us back and forth and his hand on my back trails down to tickle at my side, making me giggle.

“well,” i sigh and he pushes me back to look into my face. “i said hi to a girl at warner today-”

he hums, encouraging me to keep talking.

“but it was just a quick ‘hi’. apparently she’s a fan of yours, and she thought it was rude of me to greet her and then not stay and chat.” i explain. “so she took to twitter to say so.”

Trevor huffs, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “well that’s just stupid. you don’t owe anyone a conversation…. except me. because you love me, obviously.”

i laugh at his joke, making his face light up at his successful attempt to cheer me up.

“what else, baby?”

“well then, at the store, i ran into one of your ex-hookups.” i continue, and his brows thread together in confusion.

“which, ya know, doesn’t bother me.” i clarify. “but she made a comment on the condoms we use and implied that our relationship wouldn’t last long.”

“our love is not hers to speculate on.” he gruffs out in annoyance, and i nod along.

“i know. so i walked away.”

“i’m proud of you, love.” he presses a kiss to my forehead, a smile resting upon my face as he does. “is that all?”

“almost.” i breathe out. “then i got home, and my dad called as i was putting away the groceries.”

“okay.” he nods, obviously confused why i would be annoyed about my father calling.

“and he made some snide remarks about your tattoos.” Trevor barks out a laugh at that, quite used to people commenting on the art that adorns his skin.

“i ignored them, and hung up pretty much right after, because you got home. but, i just wish he could look past them, because then maybe he’d see the kind, funny guy that you are and understand why i’ve given my heart to you.”

his eyes squint as he grins at my words, bending his neck to pepper kisses across my nose and cheeks. i squeal at the affection and he pulls back to look me in the eyes.

“baby, i don’t care what your dad thinks of me. only that you like me. and i’m pretty sure that you love me just the way i am.”

i nod, biting my lip and holding back a smile. my cheeks turn hot, a blush settling over them, and he smirks at the sight.

“i don’t want you to worry your pretty little mind, baby.” he coos. “so someone was wrongfully upset that you didn’t take time out of your day to talk to them— who cares? people like to throw rocks at things that shine. and you, my darling, shine so beautifully bright. they’re just jealous.”

i roll my eyes at his cheesy statement, but the sentiment warms my heart. “thank you, Trev.”

“any time, baby.” he pulls me in for another hug, my head resting on his chest again. “our love is ours. nobody else’s. what other people have to say about it, and about us, doesn’t matter.

“you hands belong in mine, my heart belongs to yours, and no matter what life throws at us, i’m by your side.”

i open my mouth to respond, but i’m cut off by another voice.

“aww, that was sweet.”

i lift my head from Trevor’s chest, our heads both turning towards the entrance to our bedroom to find Jamie standing there with a cheesy smile.

“Jimmy, what are you doing in here?” Trevor lets out a wheezy laugh at his friend, his head dropping back and his shoulders shaking. the sound is like music to my ears.

this man.

i am so irrevocably in love with him.

“i got bored.” Jamie shrugs. “you guys were taking forever.”

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kooktrash · 9 months

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#ask seven!jk what was the vibe like spending the night together for the first time? How did u not die if oc was being all cute and cuddly 🥴

“Oh my god, I literally thought I was gonna faint, like I don’t think you get how snuggly Y/n was 🥺” — Ask Jeon Jungkook, Seven Days to Love

1.6k words. ok omg 🥺so this is right after the ending of seven days to love and instead of answering with just a small “ask jk” I just did a drabble

READ THE ONESHOT HERE

The drive to Jungkook’s place wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be after having sex at the vinyl store the two of you work at. You were a little tired after the very abrupt exercise so late at night and Jungkook must’ve been able to notice because he played music quietly as he drove and hummed to himself, only glancing over at you every few seconds to see if you were awake or not.

“It’s a mess,” Jungkook said abruptly once he pulled into his parking spot, “I wasn’t really expecting company.”

“That’s fine,” you told him as he shut the car off and headed out. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door “, you barely had it an inch wide before Jungkook surprises you by closing it back up, “Jungkook!”

“Shh,” Jungkook smirked as he opened the door for you watching you roll your eyes at him, “Let me be a gentleman, will ya?”

“I guess,” you said with a dramatic sigh and decided to joke, “Would you like to carry me upstairs too so my feet don’t get tire—oh my god!”

Jungkook hoisted you over his shoulder and as much as you wanted to be annoyed, you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s crazy that just earlier today you felt nervous to even be around him after listening to the mixtape. You tried to ignore him but like his usual persistent self, he wouldn’t let you and now here you are, begging to be put back down before he gets to his apartment.

He just laughed as he set you down in front of his door and fished his key out. You waited patiently behind him, small yawn leaving your lips and once the door opened, a tall and skinny black dog came running up to Jungkook like a gentle giant. Jungkook pet him happily as you watched the dog’s tail wag back and forth, “This is Bam, he’s really sweet so don’t worry, he won’t jump on you unless you want him to.”

You just nodded, leaning down to try and pet the dog, letting Jungkook take your bag and other things as you let the dog nuzzle against your front. You smiled, “He’s so cute.”

“Thanks, he got it from his dad,” Jungkook said with a clear of his throat, “I obviously mean me.”

“Really?” You asked with amusement in your eyes, “I would’ve never got that but I think I see some resemblance now.”

Jungkook laughed softly as he led you toward his room and Bam happily trotted after you before his dad asked him for some alone time.

Now usually, you were always a bit shy when you visited someone else’s place for the first time but you couldn’t help but look around his bedroom curiously. It was what you would expect, vinyl records thrown haphazardly on his desk along with some comics. He had a gaming system and PC, some weights in the corner. Dirty laundry on a chair an— “My shirt.”

“Huh?” Jungkook asked, trying to pick up some of his mess. You picked up your Jesus Lana Del Rey shirt that had been folded nicely on top of his drawer and looked it up and down. You had forgotten you let him wear it the other day and just found it right now.

“Oh uh,” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck and right as you were getting ready to unfold it and unzip his gray sweater, he was snatching it out of your hands, “Yeah, so… this is mine now.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s my favorite shirt.”

“Mine too,” Jungkook said, holding it to his chest. Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “Jungkook…”

“Y/n…” the attitude he was giving you was unbelievably evident on his face, “Please, let me keep it.”

“Bu—“

“Y/n,” he groaned cutely, “Please? You were so nice that night, and you worried about me even though I was clearly in the wrong trying to see you so late in the rain and… Y/n I’m literally begging you let me keep this.”

With a feigned annoyed groan you nodded, “Fine but I’m keeping this sweater then.”

As if to prove your point further you wrapped your arms around yourself and laid down on his bed, turning away from him and Jungkook just nodded happily.

You didn’t want to seem like a homebody even though you clearly were but you were tired. It wasn’t just the sex on a very uncomfortable counter but the two of you have worked non stop for days without a break and knowing tomorrow you have off just made you want to lay in bed and stay there—you didn’t even care whose bed.

“Keep the sweater,” Jungkook finally said as he came over to you, an idea popping up in his head and catching you off guard, he threw his comforter over you wrapping you in like a burrito as you groaned, “Matter of fact keep everything as long as I can keep you.”

“Jungkook,” you whined cutely as he tucked you into his bed before throwing himself over you, pulling you into him like he didn’t have you wrapped up like a cocoon, “Why are you like this?”

“Because you like it,” Jungkook said, feeling your hands sneak out of his home shift straight jacket and went to cuddle into him, “Oh my god, Y/n.”

“What?” You asked moving a hand back before he was pulling it around him once more and snuggling into you.

“You’ve been depriving me of this cute side of yours and I don't think my heart can physically take it,” he whined, kissing your hair, “Be mean to me for one second just so I know it’s still you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so weird, you know that? You want me to be mean to you?”

“For the nostalgia,” Jungkook said with a deep sigh when he felt your lips begin to kiss along his neck cutely, “Do you want to know something funny?”

“Tell me,” you kissed under his ear making him let out a soft laugh at the tingly sensation it brought him making him squirm a bit.

“You scared me,” he confessed, “In a good way, I mean. Like, nothing I did ever impressed you.”

“Awe, poor baby, were you used to the recognition?” You teased and it made him smile because you were spot on.

“Pretty much,” Jungkook kissed the tip of your nose, “But anyway, it just made me want to keep trying even if I knew it annoyed you because I also knew you kinda liked it.”

“Confident, are we?” You asked with a smirk that he mirrored as he said, “Well I’ve got you in my bed, don’t I?”

At that you began to unravel yourself from the comforter, “Maybe I should go, just to keep you on your toes.”

You didn’t even make it a foot off the bed before he was tackling you back down and clinging to you like a koala making you groan under his weight. Jungkook cupped your face in his hands, “Don’t you dare, you promised me a date tomorrow.”

“You can always just pick me up tomorrow,” you decided to continue the teasing just to watch him panic a little, “Get off, you’re heavy.”

“Well then promise me you’re not going anywhere,” Jungkook said and you don’t know how to explain it but he suddenly felt even heavier with his defiance.

You laughed, “Where am I even supposed to go?! I don’t have a car.”

“Oh right,” Jungkook said, rolling off of you, and sighing in relief, “Whew, for a second I thought I was gonna have to wrap you up in the comforter again.”

You rolled your eyes cutely as you shifted to lay on his chest, “How are you so big and scary looking but also an absolute baby?”

“Don’t know, no matter how much I try to look intimidating my face is too pretty and I’m too soft,” he joked, hugging you back while listening as you released a tiny yawn making his heart explode, “How are you so cute even when you’re mean to me?”

You shrugged, eyes falling shut tiredly, “I don’t know, it’s in my genes or something.”

He chuckled as he began to push your hair away from your eyes when he watched you squint as a strand poked your eye, “Okay, I’ll let you go to sleep but I have to turn the light off.”

“Mm,” you whined, clinging to him a little more, “Sleep.”

“But the ligh—“ his words stopped when you raised a leg around his waist making yourself comfortable, face tucked into his neck to hide from the light, “Okay okay, who cares about the light, you’re too cute and cuddly right now for me to move.”

You smiled in victory as he began to pull the comforter over the two of you in defeat. You opened just one eye to get a look at him and he was already shutting his eyes to sleep. You reached up and kissed the tip of his nose making him smile and squeeze you closer.

“Who’s being clingy now?” Jungkook asked rubbing soothing circles onto your back, “So fucking cute that it makes me mad.”

You laughed, sounding drowsy and out of it, “Okay, it’s bedtime now.”

“I don’t want to sleep, I just want it to be tomo—“ his words died in his throat as he felt you go still and your breathing become more even and slow and with a warmth in his heart, he whispered,

“Goodnight.”

::.

ok so this and the date drabble were RIGHT after the end of seven days to love

but I’m thinking of making two more drabbles set in the future

1.argument drabble

2.”jealous” jk or y/n drabble

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Carpe Noctem 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

The condensation of the glass drips from your fingers.. You hate the feeling, slick and slightly irritating. You switch hands as you sway to the music, penned in by strangers as you try to see past them. You’re a bit awkward, off on your own, but no one seems to notice as you stand nearly a head below the rest of clubbers.

You stand on your toes but it doesn’t help. The music and the haze of voices doesn’t help your search. You yipe as you feel a tug on your arm. You turn to Sabrina and Selena, the tall blondes with cocktails as identical as they are. The twins are stunning individually, but together, they’re gobsmackingly gorgeous. And, you must admit, chaotic.

“Where did you two get off to?” You yell over the music.

“Mom!” Selena teases as she rolls her eyes.

“Someone has to keep an eye on you two.”

“We were just getting drinks, duh!” Sabrina shows her bright pink cocktail and takes a slurp through the skinny straw.

“Right,” you look at your ginger ale, the ice has already melted. Responsible and bland, just like you. Designated driver and designated mom friend. “I’m sure that’s all you were doing.”

“Well,” Selena smirks, “we did meet a guy.”

“Really?” You tilt your head sardonically, “you said this was a girls’ night. No dudes.”

“Relax, we know Johnny would have a fit, alright? It’s not like that, we’d just go up for the drinks.”

“You have drinks,” you counter, “and go up where?”

“Private room,” Sabrina says, “come on, don’t be a sourpuss! When’s the last time you went to a private room?”

You almost snarl. They know you aren’t the club sort and it’s obvious you don’t have the looks to be invited up to some playboys crow’s nest. Besides, it gives you the ick. Those men standing up there leering from the windows like some deranged lookouts.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” You rebuff.

“Come on, pleeeeaaaaassseeee,” Sabrina pouts, “we promise, we’re not going to hook up. We’re just going to flirt our way into bottle service.”

“Look, you come up and we’ll pay for the uber. Since we won’t be paying for booze, we’ll be able to afford it,” Selena winks.

“I don’t really…” you sigh. It’s two against one, as always. Even if you wanted to drink, you know you can’t. You have to keep an eye on these two. “Fine, but I mean it. No hook ups. And I don’t want to be up there all night.”

“Yessss!” Selena throws her fist up.

“Ugh, you guys,” you roll your eyes, “you make me feel like a bitch.”

“No, you’re just the responsible one,” Sabrina chuckles and turns on her heel, “come on! Before someone else takes our spot.”

“Are you sure… it’s okay that I’m with you?” You ask as you trail after them, speaking to the end of their long ponytails.

“Of course, we said we had a third. Just… play along.”

“Play along? What does that mean?”

“You don’t have to make out with anyone but like, don’t be frigid.”

“You are making me regret my decision already,” you retort.

“Come on. You can handle it. You’ve never had any issue giving a guy a swat. He gets too handsy and–” she flicks her hand above her shoulder so you can see, “give him one.”

You hold back your complaints. You know once the twins have their minds set, there’s not changing them. All you can do is act as chaperone and make sure they don’t get too messy.

You follow them to a set of spiral stairs and climb up behind them, balancing your ginger ale perilously as you refuse to look down and see the height building below you. Sabrina leads the way, striding up to a door with a golden snake on it. She knocks and peeks over her shoulder, giving a wink.

It opens and a man appears, clean shaven with neatly parted hair, a glint in his blue eyes as he smirks at Sabrina.

“Selena?” He asks.

“I’m Sab,” she chides.

“Ah, I’ll figure it out,” he kids, “come in.”

He leaves the door open as Sabrina enters, then Selena, and you reluctantly bring up the rear. The music is muffled by the walls as you do and your ears feel ready to pop. You take a drink of your soda to hide your discomfort.

“Twins,” another man muses. He sits on the sofa, an arm across the back. A satin shirt is unbuttoned way too low on his chest, the mustache adding to the allusion to Tom Selleck several decades ago.

You’re used to being overshadowed by the twins. You really don’t mind given the circumstance, you have a boyfriend. You nurse the ginger ale as a third man approaches; tall, blonde, and sleek in a powder blue jacket. Probably the best looking of the trio.

“Jonathan,” he introduces himself to the twins.

“Sabrina and Selena,” the man who answered the door stretches his arms around the twins’ waists.

“And our friend,” Selena makes sure to introduce you, waving you forward.

“Ah, pardon.”

“This is Ransom,” Sabrina leans into the man between them.

The man from the couch says nothing, almost scowling as he watches Selena, her eyes on Jonathan as she accepts a polite kiss on the cheek. Yep, doesn’t feel great to be third wheel, though it saves you a lot of trouble.

The girls fall into a low conversation with Ransom and Jonathan. You hover and hesitate before sitting on the other end of the couch, staring at the bubbles rising to the top of your soda. Awkward.

“Couldn’t have found triplets,” the man grumbles as he twists a golden ring on his finger.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you snip.

He looks at you, almost surprised to find you there. His cheek twitches and he sighs, pushing himself up with the armrest. “I need a fucking drink.”

So much for pretenses. You watch him go to the small bar in the corner and you turn your attention to the windows flashing with a spectrum of lights. It’s not entirely unexpected for the night to take this turn, you were just hoping it wouldn’t.

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beautifulbrainrot · 1 year

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Number 23 of smut prompts with sub!spencer??? 🪷

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Prompt 23 : I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.

okay i got 2 asks for this prompt so this one is insecure spence, and the next will be insecure reader!

cw 18+ minors dni. insecurity, negative self talk from spencer, sub!spence, blowjobs

“why are you with me?”

“what??” you replied, turning your head towards where spencer was standing in disbelief.

“i mean, you’re beautiful! you could have any guy so why me?.. i mean im awkward and annoying and im skinny and weak, surely you would want a guy stronger and more.. dominant? like morgan. i just don’t understand.”

“oh spencer,” you crooned, getting up from your spot of the bed and walking towards him, “spencer i don’t want anyone else, only you. your perfect.”

“but i talk to much and my hairs always messy and i may be tall but i’m lanky and boney with no muscles-“

“spence stop!” you exclaimed, cutting off his negative rambling. you placed your hand on his cheek and stared into his sad eyes, your heart breaking as you saw the hurt and self hatred in them.

“spencer you are the most kind and lovely person i’ve ever met, i love your personality, i love your ramblings! and i love your body, baby. everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.” you finished, trailing your hands down his back and pushing his hips to yours to emphasise you point. he squeaked as you did so, the sadness in his doe eyes melting into lust as he looked at you.

“you and your body are perfect. will you let me show you how much i love it baby?” you murmured against his skin, pressing soft kisses to his pink cheeks.

“yes! .. i would like that..” he squeaked out, faltering as you started pushing him back to your bed you were previously lying on. once he was seated on the edge of the bed you dropped down to your knees and spread his legs, licking your lips at the bulge forming in his trousers. he trembled lightly in anticipation as you slowly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants leaving him in his purple boxers. his breath hitched as you started sucking on the soft flesh of his thighs, slowly inching closer to the edge of his underwear.

“you’re so goddamn beautiful spencer.” you purred into his skin, looking up into his eyes as you gently tugged down his boxers, revealing his hard and leaking cock to you.

“your my beautiful boy.” you stated as you suddenly took him into your mouth, pushing your head as far down as you could before pulling up and tracing your tongue along his slit. his head dropped back and he let out a loud moan followed by a series of whimpers as you continued your movements, the feeling of your warm and wet mouth making his eyes roll back.

“mmm you sound so pretty baby. you always do..” you murmured as you briefly lifted yourself off him before going back down again. his legs shook lightly as his orgasm approached, and you could feels his thighs tense as he got closer to the edge.

“are you going to cum spence?” your whispered, using your hand to continue stroking him so you could gaze at his gorgeous face as it contorted in please. you almost moaner yourself as a mother strangled moan escaped him when your rubbed your thumb over his sensitive and leaking tip.

“i’m going to cum- please let me cum! i need it s- so bad!” he whined, trying not to buck into your hand so you would grant him his wish.

“since your such a good boy spence you may cum.”

he moaned in relief as you put you mouth back on him, bobbing up and down a couple times before his shot cum down the back of your throat with a series of lewd moans that were like music to your ears.

you removed yourself from him so to not overstimulate him too much and got on the bed to lay next to him.

“spencer i really mean it. i love you and i love your body and your personality. i want to be with you, not anyone else.”

“i love you.” he whispered, curling into your chest.

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chemical-killjoy · 5 months

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Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Good Graces

AN: Cos Seb's latest looks have us all in a chokehold, but I'm too old to imagine him as my dad's best friend - so ex's best friend it is!

Beta'd by @sgt-seabass

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard and banner by me

Relationship: Ex's best friend Bucky Barnes x MILF Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Flirting, Lust at first sight, Explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, jerking, unprotected PinV sex (reader is on BC)), Secret sex.

When Lee, your ex-husband, had asked if he could bring a new friend with him to the twins party you inwardly rolled your eyes. He said it was for moral support - he was worried about judgemental looks and remarks from all your (his) old friends - but part of you thought he just wanted to show off his latest barbie doll.

He may have cheated on you with Layla from his office, but you’d heard through the grapevine that it hadn’t lasted one month past your divorce. No doubt he’d found someone new. Young. Skinny. No stretch marks and no fupa. Fuck him.

However, for the twin’s sake you decided to be the bigger person and had agreed that it would be fine. Hopefully, with all the other folk coming, adults and kids, you’d be able to avoid him and his ‘friend’.

You were still running around like a headless chicken when he arrived. The garden was decorated, the bouncy castle was inflated (which your kids were currently testing out with a few of their friends who’d arrived early), but you were still bringing all the food outside to the table.

Your dad had offered to man the grill, and was currently prodding coals with more intensity than you thought it needed, but it was keeping him out your hair. You loved your dad, and he loved you, but sometimes he was hard work. Not as hard work as Lee.

The gate hinges squealed and then the wood banged against the gate post as the closer swung it shut.

“Hey, darlin’.”

Lee stood, looking slightly awkward and slightly sweaty, two badly wrapped gifts in his arms. Hopefully he’d bought something from the list you sent him, unlike at Christmas.

You put on your best ‘guest welcoming’ smile.

“Hi Lee. Glad you could make it. The twins will be glad to see you.” You turned toward the bouncy castle.

“Cassie, Isaac, your father’s here.”

Your kids shouted with joy and jumped off the inflatable, and ran towards Lee.

“Daddy!”

He knelt and managed to put the presents down before the two barrelled into him. In moments like this you found it hard to still be angry with him. He might have been a useless husband and not always the best father, but he did love his kids.

You looked around, realising you didn’t see a stranger’s face, and wondered where his friend was. You were about to ask him about his mysterious guest when the gate opened again.

The breath froze in your lungs as the man pulled off his sunglasses. Tall, lean, brunet, a slight scruffy beard going to grey in places, with aquamarine eyes and laughter lines at their corners. His hair was slightly on the long side, curling up at the nape of his neck. Navy pants, a navy t-shirt and a navy suit jacket. It should have looked over the top for a kids birthday party, but somehow it didn’t.

He walked towards you, a smile on his face, hand outstretched.

“Hey, you must be Mrs Bodecker. I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes. Lee’s friend.”

Your nose screwed up a bit as he spoke.

“Please don’t call me that. I’ve only kept the name so the kids don’t get confused.”

He chuckled, not offended by your response in the least.

“Understandable, but I thought it might be a bit…” he looked you up and down, “... presumptuous to call you by your first name straight off.”

Call me whatever you want… and I’ll do whatever you want…

You tried to get your dirty mind under control. It was your kids' party for god’s sake. You must be more touch starved than you thought. Sex had never been high on your agenda; it had never been the mind-blowing, toe-curling experience your romance novels had made it out to be. But you hadn’t been totally adverse to it with Lee, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

However, this friend of his, Bucky, looked like sin on legs; like one of the hero’s from the cover of said romance novels. Just looking at him you wanted to throw caution to the wind, get a bit wild and a bit selfish.

“So, Bucky introduced himself to ya, darlin’?”

For once you were actually grateful to Lee. His reappearance by your side pulled you out of your erotic daydream.

“Lee, please. I’m not your darlin’ anymore.”

He dropped his head, chagrined, and you tried to ignore the brief quirk of Bucky’s plump pink lips.

“Sorry, force o’ habit. What do you need me to do?”

“Can you and Bucky keep an eye on the bouncy castle? There’s a couple of chairs set up. Just make sure the kids don’t have shoes on, or loose jewellery, and no more than 10 at a time.”

Bucky smiled at you over Lee’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can manage that, eh bud?”

You smiled back. “Thanks.”

You made a quick escape then, darting back inside to get more food and also get yourself a cold drink. You were just putting the now empty glass on the draining board when your friend, and neighbour, Gabi, came in through the French doors.

“Who the heck is that hot guy with Lee?”

“He’s called Bucky. Apparently he’s a new friend. Gotta say, not the type of friend I was expecting Lee to bring, but I’m not disappointed.”

Turning, you opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. Gabi was grinning at you as you pulled each one off the stem and placed them on a platter.

“I’ll say! He’s rather yummy looking.”

“Gabs, you’re married!”

She plucked a grape off the platter and popped it in her mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m not dead. I can window shop. No harm in it. You on the other hand…” She looked at you with a sly smile and waggled her eyebrows.

“No. One, it’s the twins’ party. Two, I only met the man five minutes ago, and three I don’t need a man.”

Gabi rolled her eyes as you counted off your reasons on your fingers.

“I’m not telling you to jump him under the piñata. But you could get his number. And I’m not saying to start a relationship with him. I’m just saying that he looks like he knows how to please a woman.” She looked out of your kitchen and across the garden to where Bucky and Lee were organising the kids on the bouncy castle. “Look at those fingers! And I’ve noticed already that his tongue keeps trying to escape his mouth. Just think what he could do with those!”

“Not helping!”

“Pssshh, I’m helping plenty. Woman to woman- do it! You need a good dicking down. You deserve a good dicking down.”

You glared at her and she grinned, before throwing up her hands.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say another word on the subject.” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key and you could help but laugh.

“Come on, you perv.” You nudged your shoulder against hers. “Let’s get the rest of this food outside so my dad can start his slow but steady pace on the grill. Hopefully the fruit kebabs will keep the kids happy until the hotdogs are cooked.”

For the most part you managed to get on with the party, pandering to all the kids present, and ignored your unexpected, and distracting guest. It was difficult though, because somehow your ears had honed in on Bucky’s deep, syrupy voice, and everytime his melodious laughter rang out across your garden you found yourself looking toward him. And to make matters worse, when you did, his gaze seemed to lock with yours. He’d smile at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and something more intimate that you were trying to ignore. Which was hard when he tipped back his head to swig from his beer bottle and a drop somehow escaped his lips and ran down his jaw, then down the firm column of his neck to disappear into the opening of his shirt. How you managed not to launch yourself across the grass and lick the errant rivulet up, you weren’t sure.

When it became time for the cake, you brought out the split MineCraft/Star Wars confection that your friend Jackie had made and placed it on the table in front of the excited children. It was then that you realised that you’d left your box of matches inside, but before you could turn around to get them, a lighter appeared in front of your eyes.

You met Bucky’s grin, and smiled back without thinking, before ducking your head down and away, returning your attention to the task at hand. Or at least trying to.

When the party wound down, you were glad that some of your close friends and family stayed back to help tidy up. Isaac and Cassie ran up to their rooms with some of the other remaining kids, intent on playing with their new toys and you tried not to think of the mess in their rooms you’d have to tidy up tomorrow. At your request Lee started to deflate the castle. He wasn’t a bad man overall, but you’d just not been right for each other.

Gabi was taking down the decorations and chatting to your dad, while he cleared up the grill paraphernalia, as you started to carry the empty and part-empty food platters inside. Taking a moment for yourself, you rested your hands on the counter top, letting it take your weight. Your eyes closed, and you let your head drop, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How are you doing? Need any help in here?”

You jumped and turned around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. Somehow he’d almost completely snuck up on you and now was breathtakingly close. “I…um… just having a breather. It’s been a pretty full-on day.”

He took a step forward, and you had to tilt your head up to continue looking at his face. His very handsome face. “Bet you have a lot of those, sweetheart. When did you last do anything for yourself? I really can’t believe that Lee cheated on you. If you were my wife I don’t think I could have kept my hands off you. He’s my friend, but he’s an idiot.”

You snorted and then covered your mouth with your hand. “I plead the fifth. And do you go around flirting with all your friend’s ex-wives?”

His eyes roamed over you, unashamed and blatant. “Only those that could be categorised as ‘MILFs’ and I’ve only met one of those…”

“Smooth, Mr Barnes.”

His tongue slipped out from between his lips and ran over the lower one, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away. “Is it working?”

“Is what working?” You shifted an inch closer, your hand resting on the blue suit jacket he was wearing, feeling the smoothness of the fabric.

“Me trying to get into your good graces?”

“Is that what you call it?”

“You could call it something else, if you want.” His head lowered, his intentions telegraphed, giving you time to move your own away.

“I do want…” Your voice was low and soft as you instead raised your head to meet his lips.

There was no finesse. There was just unashamed want, like a starving man facing his last meal. You fisted the lapels of his jacket as your mouth opened under his. You drank in his kiss and returned it with fervour. You were drunk on him, drunk on lust and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen, a feeling so strange to you, due to its previous rarity.

Part of your brain kicked in enough to realise that should anyone come up towards the house from the garden, or the kids come downstairs, you would be caught in a rather compromising situation. But you didn’t want to stop.

Instead, you stepped away from the counter, using your body weight to gently steer Bucky backward toward your pantry.

You released his lips and jacket long enough to open the door to the small walk in cupboard before stepping in and dragging Bucky after you. His lips fell back to your neck and you could feel his smile as he pulled the door shut behind himself. Your fingers tangled into his hair as he kissed your throat, the hair of his beard tickling you. Lee had never had facial hair, so it had been a very long time since you’d experienced the feeling.

All thoughts of Lee were pushed from your mind as your back was pressed up against the shelves, the cans and jars stored on them juddering slightly. Bucky’s hands roamed your body over your sensible dress. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples you gasped and arched your back. You heard Bucky chuckle, and then groan as your hips pressed up against his, his erection obvious through his pants.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, under his jacket and started to pull his shirt out of his pants. You needed to feel him, get your hands on his flesh. There were no words between you, just gasps and moans of pleasure as you pushed the soft cotton up to curl your fingers into his back as he unbuttoned the top half of your dress.

Your hands returned to Bucky’s hair again as he ducked his head to suckle each breast in turn through the lace of your bra, the stiff fabric creating an almost painful friction against your peaked nipples as it was soaked by his tongue.

His hands, in contrast, were pulling up the hem of your dress, stroking over your bare thighs to cup at your sodden core. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so aroused. You were aware that you moaned his name as he’d touched you, because he sucked at your breast even harder. His deft fingers stroked you over panties until you were pleading breathily in his ear. When he finally pulled the damp cotton to the side and slid a finger inside you, you swear you had a small orgasm, from the way your body trembled and the breath was pulled from your lungs.

Bucky pumped his digit into you a few times before returning his lips to yours. You wondered why, but then he pressed a second finger into you and you cried out into his mouth and he swallowed the noise. You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and he growled before pumping his wrist harder and curling his fingers inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can give it to me. I just know you're gonna cum so beautifully. You fucking deserve it. That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

He muttered against your lips and cheek as you kissed and nipped his beard, but when he felt your legs tremble, and heard your breath hitch, he kissed you deeply again as you came. Later, you were glad that he had.

You heard the noises you made in your own ears, squeaks and mewls, as your body surrendered to a little known pleasure. Your head spun as you drew in breath through your nose and your grip on his hair tightened even further. Bucky’s fingers continued to stroke you, albeit more softly as he guided you through the aftershocks, and you felt the world come back to you, although your legs felt like jelly and your mind felt all floaty and light.

Slowly, Bucky withdrew his fingers from the clutch of your body, leaving your aching and empty. You whimpered, but Bucky shushed you gently, rubbing his nose against yours.

He then leant back and, in the crack of light coming from under the door, you saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and slowly suck on them in turn. When he moaned you felt your pussy clench, imagining that he was making that noise tasting your essence from the source. And, despite the fact that you’d just had the most mind-numbing orgasm you could remember, you wanted more from him.

You wanted everything.

You practically yanked his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to your own and licking up them, before smashing your lips to his in another feral, needy kiss. Bucky pressed you harder against the shelves, but you ignored the discomfort as the wood dug into your spine; you were more intent on reaching your goal. Your hands went to the fly of his pants as Bucky pulled your dress right up with one hand and massaged one of your breasts with the other.

Your right hand slid into his briefs, a smug sensation filling you when you felt the wetness of his precum on the waistband. The feeling was short lived though, overtaken by a combination of shock and some trepidation when you felt how big he was. Your fingers didn’t meet around his girth, but it didn’t deter you. You stroked up his length, wanting to give him back at least a portion of the pleasure he had given to you.

You touched and devoured each other, but eventually you both became impatient. Bucky lifted your right leg and hitched it over his hip, taking his cock from your hand and pressing towards you. You shuddered with pleasure when he slid his tip through your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

Winding your arms around his neck you braced yourself as he slid home, rocking into you with more care than you’d anticipated. Your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttered as you gave yourself over to feeling. Feeling him stretch you wide. Feeling him fill you like you’d never felt before. A gasp left you as he got as close as he could, and then stilled. You could hear his breath in your ear, breaths that let you know he was collecting himself.

“You feel more amazing than I thought. Fuck. Gripping me so tight, I don’t know how I haven’t cum yet.”

You clenched at his words and he groaned at the sensation.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart? I fucking need it, and I think you do to. I wanna fuck you until you see stars, until all you can say is my name. I want to swallow your cries again, and again.”

You couldn’t speak, just nodded your head against his neck and bit down on your lower lip as he canted his hips back, dragging his cock through your spasming walls before firmly thrusting back in. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, trying to hold on to your sanity as Bucky fucked into you again. But your sanity slipped away moment by moment as he upped his pace.

When his hands came round you and under your ass to lift you up properly, so you could wrap both legs around his waist, your brain was a puddle.

Now he’d lifted you Bucky had more leverage, thrusting into you harder and faster. Jars clinked against each other, packets of seasoning fell over and a can jumped off the shelf and rolled across the floor. You ignored it.

In fact, you barely noticed it, nearly all of your focus on the way Bucky was making you feel.

The way your skin tingled all over. The way he kept swapping between kissing you with ferocity and burying his face in your neck. The way his fingers gripped your ass, no doubt leaving bruises. And the way his cock was moving in you just right. Touching all the right spots. The spots you hadn’t thought you had.

There was a gradual tightening within you, an incremental build up, and you knew, just knew, that this impending orgasm would make the one you’d had only minutes ago seem pathetic in comparison. Bucky thrust into you like a man possessed and you swapped one hand to grip the shelf above your head for stability, rocking your hips against his in a wild dance.

Your body froze when you came, every tendon and muscle stretched out tight as electricity danced across all your nerve endings. Your blood was rushing in your ears and stars danced on the backs of your eyelids; you’d never felt anything like this.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I’m so close. Where should I cum?”

You forced your brain to tune in enough to answer him, despite the delicious aftershocks shooting through your body.

“‘M on the pill…”

You’d barely finished answering before Bucky burrowed his head into your neck to muffle his shouts of ecstasy as he pumped you full of his cum. You clung onto him, coming down from your high as he recovered from his own. All was silent for a few minutes, other than the sounds of your combined breathing. Slowly he lowered your legs to the floor, and you moaned as he slipped from you and you felt his cum trickle down your thigh. You reached behind you, pulling a few sheets from the paper towel roll and used it to clean yourself up a bit, before neatening your dishevelled appearance. You weren’t sure what to say to Bucky, now that reality was creeping back in, but he picked up on your reticence.

“Hey.” He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to face him. The low light threw shadows over his face, but you could still make out his questioning expression. “Are you okay? Please don’t say you regret that, because I don’t. Not one bit.”

“No. It’s just… um… well I don’t really do this. Like ever.”

“Do you mean two orgasms back to back, or having sex with a virtual stranger in your pantry?”

You giggled at the absurdity of it all. “Both!”

Bucky shifted closer again, pulling you against him. “Well next time, maybe we can try a bed and I can try for three. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect. But first we gotta sneak outta here first without the kids, or Lee, noticing.”

“That’s second. First, I gotta kiss you again.”

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jinniesxl · 9 months

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Summary: You and Namjoon had been hooking up for months, it was nothing serious, you were just friends. He didn't usually care who else you slept with, but when his best friend Hoseok moved back home from studying dance abroad, he made it clear that you were off limits.

Warnings: unprotected sex, implied threesome, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, fingering, swearing, praise, creampies , soft dom, spanking (only twice), This is mostly smut😭

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok

5.9k+ Words

Rather than the stars in the sky, I'd like to see the stars on your shoes. Without Namjoon knowing (J-Hope) Converse High- BTS)

"Fuck Joon, right there!" you gasped as Namjoon fucked into you placing your legs over his muscular shoulders and gripping your hips.

He grunted as he felt you clench around him at the edge of orgasm. Picking up the pace of his thrusts was all it took for you to let go, your thighs shook as you came on his thick cock. Not far behind Namjoon pulled out of you pumping himself a few times before cumming all over your lower abdomen.

You let your legs fall from his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss you before throwing himself down on the bed beside you. "Shit Y/N, we keep fucking like THAT, and I might just fall in love." He joked.

You rolled your eyes smirking at your friend. "I'm insatiable, I know." you tried not to laugh as you said this. Namjoon looked over at you and the both of you busted out into a fit of laughter.

This was how you always joked with him, the two of you were good friends and were obviously physically attracted to each other. You kept things casual and had clear boundaries there was never any problem with it. Luckily sex hadn't changed your friendship one bit, as soon as he pulled out of you, you were back to joking and hanging out.

When your laughter died down Namjoon sat up "I'll go get you a towel to clean up." He got up and put his boxers on before walking out of his bedroom and going into the bathroom across the hall.

You laid there waiting for a few seconds for him to come back. He walked back into the bedroom and handed you the towel to wipe off with. You got cleaned up and dressed, now you were chilling on his couch waiting for his friend Hoseok to come over so the three of you could pick something to watch.

You met Hoseok a handful of times before; he was a good friend of Namjoon's and he moved away temporarily to have more opportunities to learn dancing. You knew him before he left although you weren't close, you had hung out a few times due to having mutual friends.

He'd been back for a few weeks now and you'd seen him when hanging out with friends. The two of you had talked a bit and you knew him more now.

You planned to stay at Namjoon's house for the night, the two of you were going to watch movies, so when Hoseok called him to hang out, he invited him to join you.

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When he arrived, he was cheerful as every other time you'd seen him, a huge smile on his face and a bright persona. Though that's not the only thing you noticed about Hoseok. He was tall, shorter than Namjoon but still a nice height, skinny but with a bit of muscle, and he had an amazing fashion sense.

He obviously likes baggy clothes, jeans especially, but this time he was wearing a pair of white sweatpants with a brown shirt that was a little oversized.

He greeted both you and Namjoon then took a seat beside you on the couch while Joon went to his bedroom to change because in his words he "didn't match the vibe." He was the only one in jeans and wanted to get comfortable too. Like Hoseok, you were wearing sweats.

It's a little awkward sitting there with him. You've made conversation before but not in this type of situation. You stand up from your spot on the couch. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?"

He thinks for a moment. "Just water please." You walk over to the kitchen area that is joined to the living room and open the fridge to grab some water bottles. Shamelessly Hoseok watches as you walk and bend over to open the fridge drawer where Joon keeps his bottled water.

Namjoon walks back into the room just in time to see his friend eyeing you from behind. He coughs standing in the doorway between the hallway and kitchen area, Hoseok immediately pulls his eyes away from you and looks up at Joon.

You stand up straight and turn around to see Joon standing there in a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, it's so simple but he looks fucking good.

Both of you make your way back to the couches and you hand Hoseok a bottle of water.

"I'm hungry, we should order pizza." You suggest to the guys. Namjoon immediately pulls his phone out and asks what toppings you want. You and Hoseok, both tell him what you want, and he orders.

"They won't deliver here so one of us has to go get it. Is that ok with you guys?"

You both tell him that's fine and you offer to go because you were the one who wanted it in the first place and because you thought you should leave them to hang out alone for a little while. There must have been a reason Hoseok wanted to see Joon and you wanted to give them time just in case even though it just seemed like he wanted to see his friend.

Soon you leave Namjoon's apartment to pick up the pizza. The place he ordered from isn't too far so if it's not busy you'd be back in no time.

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"So, what's up with Y/N? Are you guys together?" Hoseok questions "No. Why? Did she say something?"

Hoseok raises his eyebrows at how eager his friend seemed at the question of your relationship. "Nah, it's just that almost every time I call or see if you're down to hang out with Y/N, and not to mention the way you looked at me earlier." He points out "So you guys are just good friends, or like a sibling type vibe?"

"You were staring at her ass, Hoseok anybody would have pointed it out." Namjoon told him. "And we're just good friends. I enjoy spending time with her."

"So, you wouldn't mind if I... I don't know...got to know her?" Namjoon looked at him as if he just said something completely insane.

"I don't think you're her type." Namjoon says flatly. It wasn't even a little bit true though he was almost positive that personality wise Hoseok was someone you would like, not to mention that on top of being insanely attractive and having fucking impeccable style Hoseok was a dancer A fucking dancer! That's literally the cheat code to being good in bed.

Hoseok looks at him confused. "You sure there's nothing going on with you two? Just tell me, I won't judge."

"Nothing, I just care about her." Hoseok nods, understanding "Ah so you like her." Namjoon is quick to shake his head "It's not like that." he sighs. "I like what I have with her right now, so if you're not serious just leave her alone."

Hoseok was confused at the last bit but went along with it.

He knew what that meant, Namjoon definitely liked you but didn't want to say so. Hoseok nods his head, and they drop the topic and begin to talk more about Hoseok's time in the states.

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Within about 20 minutes you're back at Joon's apartment eating pizza and watching one of the Batman movies. You were seated sideways on the couch with your feet on Joon's legs and Hoseok sat on the floor in front of the middle cushion so he could spread himself out more.

You weren't paying that much attention to the movie that was playing in front of you. You had no interest in Marvel or DC movies. You wanted to pick something else but ended up watching this after the two boys wouldn't back down.

There were better things to do anyway like thinking about the two extremely fine men you had right in front of you.

Namjoon, who was sitting next to you, tall and muscular, his dark hair was getting longer, and it made him look more mature. His voice always made you crazy especially during sex. He was amazing at talking you through it.

You had started to become something that you hoped was more than friends, but he was always so laid back about what you were doing that you didn't think he would want anything more. You were willing to put your feelings for him aside in case it would ruin your friendship.

And Hoseok who you didn't know all that well. You were curious about him though. You definitely thought about what it would be like to fuck him, multiple times throughout the movie. He had a sort of confidence to him that wasn't overwhelming or arrogant, he was a dancer and you wanted to know what his stamina was like. He could probably go all night and barely break a sweat.

At some point your mind started to merge your thoughts into having them both at the same time Namjoon pounding you hard while you took Hoseok's length in your mouth. Even though you'd never seen Hoseok's dick you had a feeling it was long and on the skinner side.

You thought about Hoseok fucking you fast and rhythmically, keeping his pace while you sucked on Joon's thick cock, and he told you how good you were doing.

The images in your head so vivid you could almost feel it.

"You okay Y/N." Namjoon asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized but you'd been shifting your legs and staring into space for some time now. "Yeah, I'm good. Just trying to get comfortable." You tell him. You fixed your legs one last time before looking at the tv again.

You weren't good. There was no getting comfortable. Your panties were soaked, and you were horny.

Namjoon might have picked up on that, he knew your body well and you were afraid he could tell, and you didn't feel like explaining what got you this way.

You tried sitting as still as possible and paying attention to the movie, but that fucker definitely knew. Joon started to rub your feet reaching up to your calves. You started to breath shakily as his hand reached up past your knee to your inner thighs.

You shot him a look; Hoseok was sitting right in front of you. All it takes is him to turn his head and he would see Namjoon caressing you over your sweatpants.

Namjoon dismissed it and leaned his body closer to you in order to reach higher. You grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over your legs. If Hoseok saw what was happening, you would be embarrassed but there was no way you were going to tell Namjoon to stop.

As Namjoon touched farther and farther up your legs, he kept his eyes on the tv. Hoseok turned his head ever so slightly just enough for you to see the smirk on his face. You froze. He knew what was happening behind him.

"You sure you're alright Y/N? I can feel you squirming from down here." Hoseok said in a concerned tone as he turned to fully look up at you. You knew that he knew what was going on. He was teasing you.

Quickly you kicked Namjoon away and sat up straight bringing your legs closer to you. "It's just hot, I'm gonna take a shower. You guys finish the movie."

Before either of them can speak you jump up off the couch and rush into the hallway past the bathroom.

Neither of them says anything or look at each other but Namjoon knew that Hoseok saw, and Hoseok knew that Namjoon knew he saw.

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You had taken a nice shower in Namjoon's bathroom, and you were headed into his room where your bag was to get spare clothes. You decided to put your sweatpants back on because you only brought clothes for tomorrow and an extra pair of sleep shorts, but you would not be wearing those in front of them, especially now when they both looked like they could go feral for you at any second.

You weren't mad about it though.

You chose to wear one of Joon's t-shirts because you always did, they were comfortable as hell.

You walked back over to the living room area and the boys were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch turned to face each other. They both looked up at you. "You feel any better?" Namjoon asked smugly. Hoseok looked as if he was holding in a laugh, and you glared at both of them.

For the next hour or so you guys just hung out watching whatever was on and talking about random things. Hoseok was getting tired, so he decided it was time for him to go.

He and Namjoon did that man hug thing where they handshake and pat each other on the back, then Hoseok walked over to where you were sitting and gave you a side hug. It surprised you; he had never hugged you before but due to his usually cheerful and welcoming personality it didn't seem weird or out of place.

"See you, Namjoon." He waved at his friend as he went to walk out the front door. He stopped to look at you one last time. "Let's hang out again soon." He suggested anyone who wasn't looking at him would have thought it was a general comment, but from the way he locked eyes with you and smirked you had a feeling he was talking about you specifically.

You wave at him one last time before he walks out the door. Now it was time to scold Namjoon for being so reckless. "What the fuck were you thinking?" you question him. He looks over at you with big eyes. "Are you crazy he might have seen." Namjoon rolls his eyes at you.

"It's fine, Hoseok's cool, he doesn't care, he does the same shit."

"That's not the point, it's embarrassing" You stand up walking over to the kitchen area to get more to drink. You stand next to the counter and Namjoon comes to stand in front of you. He places his hands on your hips. "How was that embarrassing?" He asks quietly, "I'll just tell Hoseok not to bring it up."

"Don't tell him that!" Namjoon looks down at you confused so you explain. 'What if he didn't actually see and you brought it to his attention!" You didn't think of the possibility that you read the signs wrong and maybe he didn't see, and you were overreacting and being weird for no reason.

Namjoon leans his face down closer to yours, lips inches apart. "Hoseok won't say anything no matter if he did or didn't see."

You're prepared to argue back the close proximity and the way Namjoon is looking at you makes the words catch in your throat. His lips dust over yours and you tilt your head up more, wanting to kiss him. He pulls back before your lips can fully touch, one of his hands drops from its place on your hip down to the waistband of your sweats.

He looks at you asking permission to continue and you nod your head. He lets his lips touch yours and slides his hand into your pants and begins to rub your clit over your panties making you gasp. He pulls his lips from yours "Does this embarrass you Y/N? You don't seem embarrassed with my hands making you feel good." You do your best to glare at him and he lightly grabs your throat, turning your head up more. "Answer me Y/N, are you embarrassed right now?" You shake your head.

"Use your words baby."

"N-no, it's different though, no one else is around." You begin to buck your hips into Namjoon's fingers needing to feel more. You wished you decided not to wear panties after your shower. "Joon, more." you whined. He pulled his hand out of your pants and took your hand in his. He guided you to the bedroom and as soon as you made it to the bed you kicked your pants off and waited to see what he was going to do next.

He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest and torso to you. No matter how many times you saw his body it amazed you. He stood over you and motioned you to lie on your back, you laid back and he immediately hooked his fingers on the waist of your panties and pulled them off of you.

You instinctively spread your legs for him to have access. "So impatient" he tsked. Wasting no time he dipped his fingers into your already wet cunt, pushing in and out slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

He began to stretch you out with his fingers in preparation. You began to clench around him, and he pulled his fingers out not wanting you to cum yet. You wanted to yell at the feeling of his fingers leaving you. You knew he wanted you to cum around him, so you weren't going to complain just yet.

He quickly shoved off his pants and boxers and you shifted to make room for him on the bed. "You wanna ride me tonight baby?" You nodded your head. It wasn't your favorite position, but you didn't mind it. You knew Joon loved it and seeing the way his face twisted in pleasure when you were on top was enough to motivate you to do it whenever.

He laid down and propped himself on some pillows and you began to stroke his thick length slowly but firmly. As he got harder pre-cum began to leak from his tip down to the base. He put his arms out for you to grab and helped you on top of him. You positioned his cock so you could sit and began to sink onto him. He groaned when he felt your tight walls squeeze around him.

"Relax baby, just go slow." he tells you softly. You're having trouble accommodating the thickness of his cock inside of you, he notices and begins to softly rub circles into your clit to help you relax.

You lowered yourself more, now he was fully inside you and you took a second before moving up and down bouncing on his cock. "Fuck Y/N, just like that."

He started to push his hips up into yours making it harder to concentrate on riding him, your legs began to tremble, and Namjoon pulled you into a messy kiss. Your pace began to slow so he hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you just enough for him to fuck into you and speed up.

You grabbed onto his shoulders digging your nails into him and moaning loudly. "Taking me so fucking well." He grunted, keeping his pace inside of you. You started to tighten around him and grab him even tighter than before.

"Cum with me baby." He breathed out. Just like that you came around him legs shaking as his thrusts slowed and became sloppy you felt him twitch inside of you before shooting his cum into your messy pussy.

He dropped your legs and laid back, resting your head on his chest for a moment catching your breath before speaking "You owe me $50 for that." You told him. You were on birth control but if he came inside you, you always took the pill just to be safe.

He laughed, "I'll run out and get you a pill tonight."

You sat up and moved backwards so that his now soft cock would slip out of you. You both cringed at the feeling.

You put your underwear back on and told him you were going to the bathroom to get cleaned up again.

While you showered again, he left to grab you a 'morning after' pill.

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The next day you were back at your own apartment, and you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey Y/N, it's Hobi.

Hobi? Who's Hobi? The name sounded familiar. Ahh Hobi. you'd heard Joon call Hoseok that a few times before. You wondered how he got your number, not that you cared that Hoseok was cool, but you were still a little worried about the previous night.

You: Hey Hoseok, how'd you get my number?

Hoseok: I asked Joon to give it to me. Anyway, what are you doing later?

He left out the part where Namjoon told him no, but he went through his phone to find it anyway. You weren't his girlfriend, and he wasn't in charge of you so there was no reason for Namjoon to gatekeep your number from him.

You didn't have any plans for today and you were bored sitting at home.

You: Probably just chillin at home. Why?

Namjoon was working until late tonight so he wouldn't be able to hang out today and you and Hoseok had other mutual friends but none that were as close as Joon or close enough to have random hang outs.

Hoseok: Would you wanna come over later? I've been working on a new dance routine, and I need some opinions. I don't know if you know anything about dance, but I need someone who will be honest about how it looks.

Why in the world would Hoseok need your opinions on his dancing? You'd seen videos of him dancing before and he was amazing, however he moved the beat followed it was as if the music was following him instead of the other way around.

You had no experience with dance, it always looked cool to try but you never took it up. It sounded fun to see such an experienced dancer in action, you wondered if he invited anyone else.

His texts, although unexpected, didn't seem odd, maybe he really hadn't picked up what was going on behind him last night, or maybe he just didn't want to make things awkward, so he was trying to be normal.

You: Sure. It sounds fun!

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A few hours later you arrived at Hoseok's place, he had texted you his address and you agreed on a time to go over.

His apartment was very similar to his style. He had name-brand everything he obviously loved supreme and a lot of his furniture and decorations were bright colored, but it matched so well and wasn't overwhelming.

It was a completely different vibe from Namjoon's apartment where he had mostly neutral tones and light/ pale colors. Joon's space was calming while Hoseok's made was fun and bright.

You sat on the floor of Hoseok's dance studio, which was an empty master bedroom with a mirror that stretched across the longest wall. Hoseok explained that this was the best space for him to dance in the apartment, so he made it a practice room and he uses the smaller bedroom as his actual room.

The space wasn't huge but if he wanted to, he could fit 3 or 4 more people in here to dance with him.

You were holding his phone and he told you to press play on the song when he gave you a signal. He stretched for a moment and then signaled for you to press play, as soon as the music it was like he had tuned out everything around him, you wouldn't be surprised if he forgot you were there.

You watched as he danced, entranced with his movements. When the song finished, he looked over at you and caught his breath.

"What do you think? Please be honest." You pressed your lips together and tilted your head. You were going to be totally honest. "The routine was amazing, it's your face that's throwing it off." His eyes widened and he seemed to be caught off guard.

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" you said panicking.

"Damn Y/N I didn't mean to be that honest." Hoseok laughed.

"Your face is perfect, it's really nice actually, your side profile is really pretty" you said, not meaning to compliment him that much, your cheeks beginning to turn red in embarrassment at your rambling.

Hoseok took a seat on the floor in front of you trying not to laugh. You sighed "It's your expression i was trying to say you're so concentrated you almost look angry." He nods his head. "I noticed that in the videos I've seen before too, try to give more facial expressions."

"You've seen my dance videos before?"

When Hoseok was gone, he would send his friends videos of new routines or moves he thought were cool and Joon would show you a lot of them. He was really proud of Hoseok, and he loved to show off his best friend's talent.

"Joon showed me a few." you told him. "Seems like Joon shows you a lot of things." Hoseok said in a teasing manner.

Oh, shit he definitely saw.

Your eyes widened.

"Start the music, I'll try again." Without a word you restarted the song and pressed play.

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Hoseok went over the routine a few more times, his expressions had gotten better and now you told him everything was perfect.

The both of you sat up against the mirrored wall and you asked him questions about dance and how he got into it. It was a light and easy conversation that soon turned in a different direction.

"Did you really think I wouldn't see?" He questioned. You were tired of the topic before it even started. "Don't even try to act confused. I know you know what I'm talking about."

You sighed in defeat. "That was all him! I didn't tell him to do that."

"You didn't seem like you were against it." Hoseok said smirking.

You groaned at the fact he wouldn't drop it. "Why are you so worried about it anyway?"

"Well for one, it was happening right behind me, I can't say I'm mad about it though. Just kinda wish it was me touching you like that."

Your jaw dropped; you didn't know what to say to that because to be honest you wanted to know what it would feel like for him to touch you.

Hoseok turns to face you completely, bringing his face closer to yours. "Do you want that too?" You gulp nodding your head. Hoseok gently places a hand on you, softly stroking your thigh getting closer and closer to your now aroused cunt. "Namjoon wouldn't be mad, would he?" Hoseok teases as his fingers reach the bottom of your shorts.

You lean forward and brush your lips over his "Are you gonna fuck me, or do you get off just talking about Namjoon." you question softly but teasingly, giggling at Hoseok who leans back in shock at your words.

He shakes his head and it's like a whole different Hoseok appears, his features darken, and he gets onto his knees to lean over you. "Act like a brat and you'll be treated like one." Hoseok grabs your chin and tilts it up wards, with his other hand he reaches down to unbutton your shorts.

Suddenly he stops and stands up shaking his head. "This won't do." he thinks for a moment as you look up at him. "Show me how good you can be, and I'll let you cum." You know exactly what he wants.

Eagerly you get on your knees playing with the hem of his sweats with one hand and cupping his clothed dick with the other, feeling it get harder before you pull his pants and boxers down with one movement.

Just like you imagined the other night he was long and on the skinnier side you were sure it would make a bulge in your stomach if he fucked you the right way. Wasting no time, you took his length in both your hands and looked up as he threw his head back. You smirked as quiet groans fell from his lips. You wanted to make him cum as quickly as possible so you could feel him inside you.

You began to lick his tip ever so slightly, just brushing over him with your tongue and the way he would tense and squirm made you curious as to how he would react to your mouth. Without warning you took him into your mouth bobbing your head back and forth as he put his hands in your hair making sure not to grab you too tightly.

You took him in as far as you could, changing your pace and often stopping to give a little extra attention to his leaking tip. His moans became louder and more frequent and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

"Y/N pull me out i'm gonna- '' He came in your mouth, ropes of cum squirting down your throat. You continued to suck and pump him until nothing more came out and you swallowed every last drop. When you pulled away he was looking down at you wide eyed in disbelief. "Fuck Y/N, get up here."

You stood up off your knees and Hoseok pulled you into a deep kiss letting his arms fall and his hands roam your ass. He slapped it, maybe a little too hard making you squeal in surprise. He turned you around so that you were facing the mirror wall as he lightly gripped your throat forcing you to look in the mirror at yourself, your hair messy and the light amount of mascara you wore runny.

"You still want this." Hoseok asked you making sure you were ready to continue. You nodded your head and pushed your ass back onto his already re- hardening cock. He shoved your shorts down leaving you in your panties while he played with your clit. With his free hand he lifted your shirt and unclipped your bra.

He let go of you and helped you step out of your shorts that were now down around your ankles and you did the same with your panties.

When you were completely stripped of your clothes you faced the mirror again and Hoseok held one of your legs up as you used the mirrored wall to keep your balance while he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt. You sucked in a breath. "Don't tease." You whined .

He finally pushed himself into you after what felt like forever giving you slow deep strokes. When he got a good pace and balance he moved the two of you back from the mirror so you could see yourself. One of his arms holding up one of your legs while the other arm held you upright and close to him.

"Look how pretty you look, taking me so fucking well." All you could do was moan in response. He set your leg down and you leaned forward, he grabbed onto your arms and began to pick up his pace thrusting in and out of you. Your head dropped forward as your legs began to tremble and Hoseok let go of one of your arms and held across your stomach while letting go of your other arm. He spanked you once more "Head up baby, look at me." He motioned for you to look in the mirror.

You began to clench around him feeling your orgasm approaching and he felt it too, that's why he quickly pulled out. He wanted you to cum together but he wasn't ready yet.

As you were ready to yell at him for ruining your orgasm he turned you around to face him and picked you up walking over to a wall he leaned himself against it and placed his arms under your knees. He was in total control thrusting in and out of you at whatever pace he pleased. You were dripping down his cock onto both of your thighs practically screaming in pleasure and gripping his back so hard you were sure it was going to leave marks.

One again you began to clench around him, this time impossibly tight, he had to slow down because with the way your pussy was gripping him he could barely move inside you. "Hobi" you gasped out. "I'm cumming!" That motivated him to go faster and you continued to clench and pulse around him not long after you came. He latched his lips around a spot on your neck sucking hard as he finally came inside you. His thrusts were crazy and sloppy slowing down until they stopped all together and his now soft dick fell out of you.

He set you down and both of you leaned on the wall for support both sweaty and out of breath. Your legs were trembling and you thought they might give out. You looked at eachother absolutely speechless "Holy shit."

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A few days later you were at home looking in the mirror at a big purple bruise prominent on your neck. You knew Hoseok had done it on purpose, probably to make Namjoon jealous.

After the time in his dance studio you and Hobi –you considered yourselves pretty good friends now– had texted a few times and haven't really talked about it. You were kind of surprised he wasn't bringing it up or teasing you every chance he got.

You haven't seen Namjoon since your day with Hoseok but you had talked a few times and as far as you knew he had no idea what happened and you wanted to keep it that way because even though you weren't together you thought it'd be weird to tell him you had sex with his best friend.

He texted you asking if you'd want to come over and you agreed and made plans to hang out later. In the meantime you needed to figure out how to cover this hickey. It wasn't a problem until now because you had nothing to do but you didn't want it to be extremely obvious.

Makeup wasn't helping so you opted for wearing a hoodie and hoped for the best.

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When you got to Namjoon's apartment there was a little detail you noticed he left out of your conversation earlier.

A smirking Hoseok sat on the couch eyeing you up almost the whole time you were there.

"Aren't you hot Y/N? What's with the Hoodie?" You glared at him trying your best to ignore him and his sly comments.

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Later on Namjoons apartment felt like it was getting warmer by the second you had to take the hoodie off or you would have sweat to death. The lights were low and Joon didn't seem to be paying that much attention to you so you took it off.

"Damn Y/N what happened to your neck, that thing is nasty." You panicked and Joon leaned in more to get a better look. "Is that a..." You cringed at his words wanting to disappear into the couch. For some reason you were more embarrassed than you should've been about this.

Hoseok was chuckling from his spot on the floor and your cheeks went pink. Namjoon caught on to what happened and looked like he was seconds away from beating Hoseok to a pulp.

The boys broke out into an argument that you were the center of. It was petty and stupid and there was probably a better way to handle it, but the only thing you could think about was how fucking fine they both looked when they were mad.

You stood up tired of the yelling and hoped this would shut them up, you took off your shirt catching both of their attention. "Both of you shut the fuck up and come here." You told them sternly, turning on your heels and walking to Namjoon's bedroom.

Quickly and quietly, they did as they were told not wasting any more time.

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Thanks for reading please lmk what you think!

I'm working on a seokjin story next. And possibly a 'Like Crazy' Pt 2

#bangtan boys #bts x reader #bts namjoon #namjoonxreader #bts #rm #rm x reader #bts jhope #jhope #jhope x reader #jhope x y/n #hoseok #hobi #namseok #94line

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foreverforgally · 1 year

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In the Garden

A Gally Fanfic; Chapter 1

The Glade.

Summary - You, The reader, are the first female ever to grace the presence of the Glade. At first the tensions between you and keeper Gally are high, the enemies to lovers trope creeps through your life. Will you give into the trope? Or will you chose the love triangle?

Warnings - Maybe smut in different chapters or hints of sexual activity. Fluff! Angst! I am definitely not a good writer!

I wasn’t the first person in the glade, maybe the twentieth or twenty-first. The comforting smell of spring grass and rain dew was the first thing that comforted newbies that popped up from the box. It was so long ago, but I remember my first night in the glade.

I was scared, people laughed at me and I couldn’t remember a thing. I hid myself in Homestead, the walls outside were unbearable to look at. i felt trapped, alone, hell i was alone.

i was one of my own kind, first female to appear from the box. y’know, at first i thought i was being punished, like i had done something wrong and this was a judgement gone wrong.

there was a knock on the door, and then a soft creak from the wood scrapping the floor as it opened.

“Hey greenie, you going to hide forever?” called a soft but strong voice. I didn’t want to reply, why should i? i didn’t know who these people, i can’t trust anyone.

silence past over Homestead, a long sigh passing through the boy. “Listen.. I understand you’re scared,” the floor scuffed under his steps.

“But we’ve all been there. I’m sure you have questions that I can answer, you’re safe here.” finally, the steps stopped in front of the long table i hid under. “So, please, come out.”

I hesitated, but i felt satisfied enough with his statement to peak my head out from under the table. He was tall, looked older than most i’ve seen and reaked off confidence, he was a leader.

“Ah, there she is.” his hand reached out to help me out, a gesture of peace. I took his hand, and he pulled me up. “not much of a talker?” I just stared at him, unblinking and uncomfortable.

He chuckled through his breaths, “That’s okay, I’m sure us boys out there will break down those walls someday.”

It was awkward for a few moments, the only sound was the shuffling of my feet that connected to the ground, in which my eyes did too. “Are you ready to come out? i’m sure they’re dying to meet you.” he said encouragingly, with such a contagious hopeful smile that you couldn’t help but grow one as well.

That was when i spoke my first words.

“Gladly” was all i said and he grasped my hand and led me softly outside.

The sun glared brightly in a cloudless sky, it was so bright i immediately covered my eyes for some shade.

“This, is the glade.” He said, leading me over to a skinny but tall blonde.

“Newt! Come ‘ere” The blonde looked back squinting before dropping his tools in the garden and running over to greet me with a smile.

“Well well, if it ain’t the greenie” His accent was thick, his lopsided smile matched his energy as he catches his breath from running.

“Yeah well I want you to show her around, think you can do that for me?” He asked Newt, sounding like a question but it felt like an order. “Can do Alby, I’ll pick up from here.”

So his name was Alby, well Alby turned to wave goodbye before running off to do something. “Hey love, just follow me and keep up yeah?” His smile was so comforting.

He turned and starting to walk in another direction, i had to push my strength in my legs just to keep up with his pace.

“I’m Newt, by the way” he said as we walked through the field.

“I’m..” I paused confused, do I not have a name? who am i? Why am I drawing a blank?

“It’s alright greenie,” he snickered “We didn’t remember our names at first either, you’ll remember it soon or a nickname will get too stuck for us to start calling you by it.”

“That’s what happened to Frypan” He smirked, opening the door to a kitchen slash dining hall.

“Now I know you’re not talking klunk, shank.” Frypan called out from his position behind the counters.

Newt chuckled and Frypan directed his attention to me. “Hey greenie, how’s your first day goin? any messes yet?”

Silence took over for a second, i built my liquid courage. “I’m definitely gonna need therapy after this.”

small laughter filled the silence, “So she does speak.” Newt said

I shrugged, “What can I say, I’m mysterious.”

“Ah well are you? You’ll definitely have a chance to prove that card at the bonfire later tonight.” frypan said as he cooked for lunch.

I turned and looked at Newt confused, “Bonfire?”

Newt smiled “Yeah, we get a new greenie every month, gives us enough time to prepare a celebration.” I nodded along, now understanding the glade.

For the next hour Newt showed me around every touch of the glade, and i was starting to understand the algorithm.

The runners run the maze, Slicers care to live stock, Gardeners take care of crops, etc etc.

the last stop on our list were the builders. Buff teenagers working in the heat to cut wood for the special bonfire. God was it intimidating.

the most intimidating aspect about the builders, was their leader. “See that shuck with the eyebrows yelling at everyone? That’s Gally, he’s the keeper of the builders.”

Gally, The first time I saw him I was frozen. He was scary sure, but his soft muscle and toned back drew me in. Eventually I was caught staring, my face reddening as i quickly broke the eye contact we made.

“Gally, come meet the new greenbean.” Newt called him over.

“God must you call me that? So embarrassing.” I said frazzled from being caught ogling.

He laughed, “Come for the accent, stay for the existential crisis.”

Gally nodded towards his team before jogging over to me and Newt. “So.. You’re a girl.” His eyes trailing my body up and down. I knew it wasn’t sexual, everyone had done it.

I laughed in awkward, “Uh yeah I guess I am.” my eyebrows creased and my tongue trailing the side of my mouth.

“Yeah well just keep out of my way and we won’t have any problems, got it?” his eyebrows raised in question but he jogged off before I could even get offended.

“Jesus i’ll just go ahead and fuck myself.” i scoffed, muttering in disbelief as my eyes watched his movements.

“Hey don’t let him mess with you, the guys a bloody twat. You’ll get to prove yourself tonight anyways.” Newt placed his hand on my shoulder and stood next to me.

“Why, what’s tonight?”

#gally maze runner #gally x reader #gally #gally imagine #tmr gally #the maze runner #tmr #tmr imagines #newt tmr #tmr newt #tmr alby #alby maze runner #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #foreverforgally;ITG

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x-avantgarde-x · 2 years

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I literally fell in love with your touch starved erik destler fic. Can i request a hc or a fic (your choice) for erik with a fem! reader who has a really independent and dominant character and really physically strong (stronger than him) and because of the way she raised never asks for help and always do every chore or work herself and maybe erik felt a little bit insecure because she seems like she doesn't need a man at all. But she comforts him afterwards about she loves him.

It’s been so long since I’m written anything for the PoTO fandom! Y’all already now that Leroux! Erik and and Kerik are my favorite phantoms (lanky, ugly, socially awkward mid age men that have a talent for music make my heart go wooosh). So have some crappy headcanons with my ugly meow meow!

It’s no surprise that Erik likes his partner to relay on him!

All he wanted was for Christine to view him as indispensable in her life (it didn’t work out) so be sure that it won’t be much different with you.

Erik knows you were an independent woman long before he even approached you (you can be sure that he’s spent a ridiculous amount of hours watching you from afar before you became acquaintance).

But it doesn’t help the aching in his heart whenever you do something by yourself that you could have asked him to.

Erik is somewhat of 6 feet tall, skinny and lanky puppy who follows you around, whenever he is not absorbed by his music, waiting for the moment you ask for his assistance.

And he will most certainly start mopping around like a kicked dog the longer you go without needing his help.

You better realize what’s going on and approach him about it, because you are in for one hell of a ride if you think Erik will be the one to start open communication between you two (please, confront him about things and his behaviors if you want to solve issues within your relationship, this man’s first solution to all his problems is either to run away or to resolve to murder).

When he finally tells you what is bothering him (expect some mild self-deprecation from his part and a long session of cuddles and reassurance) take matters into your hands and make sure to let your boyfriend know how much you need him.

Ask him to carry random things for you, to pick you a mug or a plate that you cannot reach, etc. Whatever it is it will put a grin on his face the second he hears your voice say “Erik, I need your help with…”

At the end of the day Erik just loves and needs you how he has never loved and needed anyone before in his life, and he longs to feel that you love and need him just as much as he does you.

#the phantom of the opera x reader #erik destler x reader #leroux erik #the phantom of the opera #poto #erikphantom #erik the phantom

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klein3ngl · 2 months

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Hello :D do you have any p1 Dude headcanons?

hi hi.

oh boy, I thought I had a few, but after I sat down to write them just realized I might have a bit too much more than what I’ve expected, haha.

POSTAL 1 DUDE; headcanons

first of all! some headcanons make reference of how he was before the first game, so trying to apply them to the guy who’s terrified, sitting on the floor while hugging his gun would be pretty useless

also, if instead of a hyphen there’s a star it’s to address DID in Dude (I don’t have DID myself and I’m not close to somebody who has DID, all I know is from research I’ve done myself, so if there’s something wrong please tell me.

if you’re not into the DID idea just ignore the stars.

anyway, here we go:

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪��✪✪✪

— Before what happened in 1997 I think he was still a disaster, but a bit more functional.

I’m not gonna dig a lot into how he was while growing up, but he’s an only child that comes from a christian yet dysfunctional family, so after he finally had enough saved money and the legal age he moved to another city (not Paradise) to start again and never looked back, probably with a bit of help coming from Uncle Dave, the only family member that cared about him.

★ P2’s been with him since he was a kid/pre-teen. P1 doesn’t really knows who or what P2 is and at first is pretty much afraid, thinking he’s a demon of some kind. But after a while and seeing how he stands up for him (when he’s unable to defend himself, make friends, etc) and he’s not really trying to harm him he relaxes for a bit.

— He’s always been pretty much a loner, but not to the point to isolate himself completely. He had a tiny group of friends who were also as “weird” as he was who were also into the alternative/goth subculture. Those were probably the best years of his life.

But still, following the last point, I also think he’s one of those people that when they feel bad they isolate themselves for some time and then come back like nothing happened. It usually worked, until it didn’t.

— I have no idea of where I readed I don’t know if it was the Wiki, TV Tropes, in a reddit comment or somewhere else but I think that during the development of “Postal” the Postal Dude was around 27 years old. I don’t know if it’s true, but I’ll go with that.

And, to add some more flavor, I don’t remember if it was Tumblr or Reddit, but somebody had the headcanon that the 14 of November, the day the first game begins, it’s also the Postal Dude’s birthday.

I can’t remember who had such a good idea but I love it way too much, I love angst with all my heart so now it’s my headcanon too.

(if I see the original headcanon again I’ll give credits to the person)

— [ tw // mentions of drugs ] Definitely smokes both cigarettes and weed, but the last one just from time to time. Has tried acid or mushrooms but rather stick to weed.

He hasn’t done crack or anything too heavy, not before 1997.

— He has little to no idea of how to cook. He can do some basic stuff to survive, and he has tried following a recipe in the past, but it’s definitely not his best . Not like he enjoys it either.

— His body: pretty tall. He has a bit of a complex with his height, finding clothes of his size can be complicated and it’s a bit awkward too.

His body is a bit built (he does some work out because of the idea that somebody can attack him at any moment is enough to make him try to learn some self defense alone in his room). Compared to P2 he's has more corporal mass, but not as much as P3 would have. He's an in between. Not skinny but not fat either.

He’s also pretty pale. Not because he can’t get tanned or anything, but because he would rather go out when the sun is already setting or during night or, in general, prefers to stay at his house.

In general he’s one of those people you see on the street and catch your attention: it’s not always that you see a really tall guy with long ginger hair.

— He doesn’t cut his hair because he likes how it looks on him but also because he’s too lazy (and anxious) to go to a hairdresser. He sometimes cuts it himself, and since he has no idea there have been times it ends up disastrous, but since I think his hair is a bit wavy it doesn’t look really bad.

He also doesn’t maintains it really well, he only uses shampoo and, maybe, one of those 3 in one bottles and that’s all. If it’s really cold he dries it with the hairdryer, but rarely does so.

— His handwriting is HORRIBLE. Not like if it’s like hieroglyphics, you can read it, but it’s just really ugly (the diary/war journal entries is how he writes, but since he was pretty stressed and scared it’s a bit more agitated). Also makes too much pressure, not to the point of ripping of the paper but you can feel it on the other face of the sheet surface if you brush it with your hand.

Likes to write for himself, it’s therapeutic and the best way to cope, the less harmful to himself too.

— Following the last point he also likes to make some doodles, especially when bored. Nothing too serious though, the typical thing you do when you’re in class bored and you only have a pen in hand and a paper. You’ll see plenty of them that decorate his notes and diaries. They’re a bit chaotic, his traces being a bit messy.

— If he was accepted in RWS he might have some knowledge about the videogame industry or related. Not sure of what, probably graduated in some studies about it. Maybe a programmer? I dunno.

— Definitely neurodivergent. Either autistic or ADHD. Or both.

His main interests being weapons, movies and videogames. Predilect genres? Terror and horror. He’s not much of a reader though.

On a side note, easily overwhelmed with people he’s not close with touching him (or in general, he’s not opposed to it but would rather if the other person asked for permission) and large crowds, and the main reason he wears he started wearing sunglasses it’s because sensitivity to bright lights.

Still, he’s undiagnosed so he has no clue why he’s like that and why can’t he be normal, sometimes thinking he’s a bit dramatic. His group of friends also had other neurodivergent people who he could rely on so he didn’t feel that bad after all.

— He hated going to clubs for that same reason, even the more alt ones. Too much noise and people. He probably went there because of his friends and enjoyed it for a little while, but would’ve rather been doing anything else.

★ P2 liked it more than him, so when they made plans with their friends he was the one who was in control most part of the time.

— He’s the kind of person that I think would listen to pretty much everything, but definitely his favorite genre is hard rock and metal and its sub-genres: goth metal, black metal, grunge, industrial, you name it. Maybe nu metal it’s not really his thing.

Still, he jams pretty much everything so you could catch him singing a Spicegirls song and he would deny it with his life.

★ It’s in fact P2 who prefers nu metal and wouldn’t care what he’s listening to. Would probably tease P1 about it though.

P2: “You’re listening to Madonna? I thought you didn’t liked pop”

P1: “...shut it”

p2: “Whatever you say edgelord… "LIKE A VIRGIN JUST, LIKE THE VERY FIRST TIME- ♪"”

— He’s bisexual, but still in the closet and pretty deep in there. He has done a few things with other guys but nothing too serious or further than making out probably. Partly because he has some internalized homophobia from the family he comes from (in himself! would never judge or care is one of his close ones was in the queer community) and because generally he sucks at dating.

★ Again, P2 is more open about it than him, and probably the one who had those interactions with other guys, but since P1 was not really uncomfortable with the subject he never went too far.

P2 tried to talk to him about it, but P1 just refuses.

— Also, how did I forgot to mention this? Religious trauma.

Now, he has a weird relationship with his christianity and beliefs, his morals, and how he views himself since he was teached to be a good christian, and he kinda wants to be good at the eyes of God, but at the same time he’s into too many stuff his parents told him they were satanic and bad. He has mixed emotions about it, it’s like he wants to let it go, but he’s unable to do so.

To him the cross he carries around his neck is not for the aesthetic, but he’s not because he’s a good christian either. And when he’s feeling at his worst? It’s like a dog collar, reminding him how all the trauma his family beliefs have harmed him, but at the same time he cannot let it go for some reason. It’s like an abusive relationship both with himself and with his religion, if he even believes in it. It’s complicated to understand? He’s just as confused as you are.

Maybe the problem it’s not the religion itself, maybe it was his family and now because of them he can’t really feel comfortable praying (even if he sometimes finds himself doing so on the nights of rough days) or having a normal relationship with his christianity. Whatever it is, he’s traumatized.

★ And P2 doesn't helps either. He just does not cares about it and when he sees P1 having a breakdown about it, knowing how hard the subject is for him, just prefers to not to get involved, because, anyways, what can he do to help him? He just does not know either, it’s something he has to resolve himself. He cannot help him in everything.

P1 sometimes has called P2 a demon during his attacks, and even if he just ignores it it’s true that it can get annoying after all the times he has tried to help him, and every time they had a fight about it P1 ended up worse, so P2 decided to not get involved any more time for that too.

— I think he’s both shy and introverted, but don’t misinterpret me; not shy in a cute bean who gets all nervous and blushy. No. More in the staring at the person like if he was a deer in front of the lights of a car type of shyness, trying not to get too nervous, and after a few seconds he responds to whatever that person said or asked, hoping it wasn’t too cringy or awkward. He usually gets like that when he’s interested in a person (doesn’t matter if it’s platonic or romantic) and doesn’t want them to get weirded out by him

More introverted than shy, that’s for sure.

— If he’s having a good day his neutral face just looks tired, in his worst I doubt anybody would be able to get to see him because in those days he locks himself in his house and refuses to go out, but if it’s the case (probably the clerk of a shop because he ran out of food) it’s a mix of anger and fear (mainly due paranoia and hallucinations, trying to put and angry face to make the others don’t bother him).

— He could be INFJ (Ni Fe Ti Se) or INTJ (Ni Te Fi Se). If that was the case I think it would be due to Se grip.

I could go more into details because I really enjoy MBTI and see how its functions work on fictional characters.

★ Not the same as P2 of course, but that's a story for another day.

— Pretty much stoic, but on the inside? A mess of emotions he does not know how to untangle correctly. He can get emotional when he’s alone, but that’s a part nobody would ever see of him. He’s not going to let anybody see him in such a vulnerable and weak state.

— Now, returning to the main point. I could really go into details of what or why I think it could have happened for him to literally go postal, but I think the main point is that he moved to Paradise trying to escape from his life. And you may ask “but you said those were the happiest years of his life!” yep, completely, but there can be a few things that alone could have been bad but tolerable, but too many of them make them unbearable: maybe he distanced himself from his friends, had to move somewhere cheaper because of money, his mental health going downhill, etc.

The thing is, he moved to Paradise, and it was probably his worst mistake.

Uncle Dave lived there, that’s why he chose that city, but even with that he had almost no contact with him besides the first few days? He was on his own, alone again.

— Ironically, I think he actually worked for a post office. It’s the only job he could find.

— Both his physical and mental state got way worse. He’s never been a really healthy person, but still tried to take care of himself at least a bit. Going out only when heavily necessary and, after a while, not even going to work anymore. That's when he really ran out of money and got the terrifying letter: he got evicted of his “safe place”. Was his house even a safe place at this point? He couldn’t feel safe anywhere anymore.

He could have called Uncle Dave, but at this point? He was just so disconnected with reality he didn’t know what to do.

★ P2 saw him fall and had no idea of what to do at this point. He was tired of trying to help him so he just ignored. P1 felt so bad that, even if he find P2 annoying at times it was the last thing he needed, the last familiar thing he had disappeared hurts him to the core.

— [ tw // mentions of self-harm ] Even if writing in his journal really helped him to calm down during bad days it doesn’t mean he didn’t do other more harmful things to himself when he was at his worst. Before moving to Paradise he handled it better, he was able to tone it down pretty much since he moved from his parent’s house, but after everything got so overwhelming again? He doesn’t know any better. And the worst part of it? Finds it both comforting and thinks that he deserves all this suffering. For everything. For moving away from his parents, maybe they were right after all. For being a bad christian, God, if he hasn’t done it already, would probably turn his back the day he has to pass Heaven's gates. For after being so happy and having friends and thinking he was getting better and how he throwed all out the windows. It’s all his fault, and he knows it, but he can’t bring himself to do anything, not even therapy, and cannot call his friends. Nothing. The world’s still going on without him. He just feels like when he was a kid, but worse.

★ And here’s where he appears: the Other Dude (to me not the same as P3). He’s shows him his most intrusive thoughts, those who make him feel sick. OD slowly persuaded him to do horrible things not to himself, but the others. He’s twisted and manipulated everything, every little hope he had. P1 confused P2 with OD at this point, and was the one who made P1 get out of his house after a really long time, but with a gun in his hand, ready to kill everybody who made him feel so miserable and worthless. At this point he’s just gone.

At first, ironically, P2 tried to get in the middle of it, a bit confused of what or who OD was. Why he was so similar to himself? How long has he been there? But even OD persuaded him at some point.

Both P1 and P2 were tired of the way they were living and feeling. So why not change it?

I’m not sure who’s the one who got out of the house ready to cause a massacre, if P1, P2 or OD, but the thing is they all agreed at some point.

— I know this is going to be a bit weird, but I don’t think the whole game stages are real? It sounds weird, but let me explain: you really think a guy who has been locked inside his house for so long, having horrible hallucinations, almost no sleep (and if he had any, probably full of nightmares), not taking care of himself is really going to go too far? It does not matter how many weapons he may carry, it’s practically impossible.

Maybe the first 2 or 3 stages, but not much more before the police/militars/whoever it was got him at some point. The others only happened in his head, his mind going ahead of him, overthinking, and lately, his guilt getting over him.

By this I’m not saying he’s less of a horrible person, he did what he did and it’s sickening, it does not matter how bad he was feeling, killing people who have nothing to do with you and your problems is not the answer. Even if they were the cause, it’s not the solution.

— Leaving aside that all the “Postal” games are usually a parodies of real life and black humor (asides from the first game and “Postal Redux”) and taking it for something more serious, I don’t think “Postal Dude” it’s the name of the Postal Dude.

It was a nickname given both by the survivors of the massacre and the media.

— Also, after what he did he was everywhere. In the newspapers, in the TV, in the radio. That’s how Uncle Dave and the group of friends he had back in the city he lived before found out. But how could he? He was such a nice, quiet guy… he wouldn’t hurt a fly!

His group of friends, who since he moved without saying anything, didn’t pick up their calls and in general ignored them and decided it was for the best to just let it be.

Uncle Dave, on the other side he was worried. What the hell happened during all those years they were separated? It couldn’t be something he decided overnight, there had to be something more, right?

— He got his hair shaved at the asylum. After that he didn’t had it that long in his whole life.

— He got locked in the asylum, and being locked in there, alone again with his thoughts, it was dead of him. Metaphorically speaking.

★ P1 went dormant, refusing to think of what he has done, or at least accepted to do. He couldn't take all that blame, it was impossible. Every time he remembers it he wants to puke. He now really want to be dead. There’s no way he can redeem himself from that, God definitely has abandoned him. OD also disappeared. He just provoked all of this and now what? He accomplished what he wanted, where is he? He bring out the worst part of P1, was he trying to corrupt him and breaking him was not in the plan or was the plan breaking him from the start?

Whatever it was left P2 alone, also feeling guilty of what he has done. He does not feel as bad as P1 but he also cannot feel happy as OD probably feels. What they’ve done it’s horrible, but how OD manipulated them to do it? Even worse. Even for P2 whose morality is more gray-ish than P1s.

He hates it, he’s locked in there with the hallucinations and barely speaks to P1 because he’s completely broken and refuses to do so. Now it’s the other way around. He’s growing resentful to him too for that, they’re both cupid, can he at least make him some company? Like he did when P1 was a child too? It’s unfair.

He has something clear though: if OD ever shows his ass again he will NOT let get on him like he did. And even if he’s annoyed at P1, not even him.

— After some time Uncle Dave brings himself to visit him. At first it was so grim. Dude felt so horrible for his actions he couldn’t bring himself to even look at him, but after some more visits, therapy and meds he started to light up a really tiny bit. It was something.

★ It was not really him, P1 was pretty much not wanting to know anything from the external world, it was P2 who decided to take the lead. P1 didn’t wanted to live anymore? Fine, he would take his chance then. To live the life he never could since he’s always been on P1 mind, rarely being the one in control.

Maybe he was pretending, or maybe he genuinely wanted to get better, but the thing was: he wanted to get out of there, if there was a chance to do so, he would try it. At first do what the workers said, and if that didn’t work he would escape. He does not care. He wants to try to live.

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okay I got a bit too carried away- I’m sorry-

hope you liked them! I’m not really skilled nor do I have practice when it comes to creating headcanons about characters even if I have a few ideas.

I’m thinking about posting a few more in a future,, but school work is killing me-

#postal #postal 1997 #postal dude #postal headcanons #idk #I hope I get him right #honeslty I'm kinda anxious #I kinda want to explore a bit more why he did what he did #and I also crave for dude with an actual stability in his life TuT like if he was in a slice of life anime that nothing too big happens #EDIT: posted this when I was about to go to bed so now I'm doing some corrections #postal dude headcanons

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Reid x Tall!S/O

- height doesnt really play that much into romantic interests when it comes to Spencer

- but obviously, whether you’re taller or shorter is going to play a part in your relationship interactions with him

- first of all, the lack of back pain from NOT having to bend down to kiss you? a god send

- depending on the extent of your height, Spencer may be the one leaning up to kiss you, which he would find exciting and endearing

- omg imagine him looking up into your eyes with a beaming smile cuz he just feels so lucky to have you Im weak he is baby

- his clothes arent baggy on you, which at first you were a little embarrassed by, but he discovered a new sexiness in how perfectly you fit into his clothes, and he never stopped complimenting you anytime he saw you in them

- not only can you steal his clothes, but the stereotype is reversed, because he can wear your clothes too

- this includes parading around in your skirts and dresses for regular fashion shows because gender is a social construct and society is stupid

- and whenever you go clothes shopping together, you end up buying outfits with both of your fashion senses in mind, so that pretty much every item of clothing you own is applicable to both of you on any given day

- this does on occasion lead to some minor inconveniences

“Love, have you seen the brown waistcoat I wore on Tuesday last week?”

“You mean...this waistcoat?”

“I thought we agreed waistcoats are the one thing we do not share!”

“That was agreed until I discovered that waistcoats make my hips look hella fine.”

“Well, you’re right about that. Also, ‘hella’?”

- he isnt at all embarrassed by you being taller than him, if anything he’s proud to have earned the right to be with such a beautiful person

- Spencer still refers to you as cute, baby, and other petnames typically associated with “small” things, because to him those words should not be reserved to a person or thing that meets certain requirements. if it’s cute, it’s cute, and you are!

- as much as he tries not to refer to stereotypes, he cant help calling you his “supermodel” when you come down the stairs all dressed up in a fancy outfit for any reason

- it isnt at all awkward for you to hold hands when walking together, there’s no pre-set arrangement of having to hold hands in a specific way because one of your arms wont reach his otherwise. it just works

- anytime you get down or insecure, Spencer is there to pick you up and remind you that you are gorgeous inside and out, and the fact you’re taller than average just means there’s more physical beauty to show the world

- that “pick you up” was metaphorical but he would also have no issue in actually picking you up

- he’s a skinny lad but he got some muscle

- the length of your legs? a boy could cry, a boy could fall to his knees and beg to be worthy of you. and Spencer does sometimes do that just to be dramatic

- he really likes the way you walk. it’s an odd thing to notice, but he’s a profiler, and something about your height affects how you carry yourself. there’s an air of elegance that makes his heart skip a beat

- and then there are moments when he sees you trip or walk into something and his heart skips a beat again for an entirely different reason as he runs over to you

- overall, height isnt really a factor in who Spencer is attracted to, but he’ll be a goddamn fool with one braincell before he denies that dating a tall person obviously has some perks

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #headcannon #headcannons #criminal minds

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misshorrormovies · 8 months

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Jade walked towards a very long highway where she sees a few people with phones in their hands. She got close to a tall, pale guy with a skinny figure and a few moles on his face. His hair was black and short, his expression was cold and stern, no emotion showing. The guy gave her a glare of annoyance as she approached him hesitantly.

"Do you know what are we supposed to do here and what's all of this?" Jade asked politely, her hands cold as ice.

"Nobody knows what's this place, you just have to play games to survive, hoping for a way out of here" The guy answered. His expression didn't change at all and that caused Jade a feeling of strangeness.

"Games? What games? Like Roblox or something?" Jade's lips curl a bit upward at her own words.

The guy's expression never changed but instead, he took his eyes off Jade's figure, leaving her without an answer.

Rude. Jade thought. Who was this guy and why he acted so mysterious as if he was some Sherlock Homles?

After a while of awkward silence, a robotic-like voice echoes through the place.

Game: Six of Spades. A game that tests the speed, agility, and endurance of its players. The goal is to run down a 24 km long highway and avoid the acid that will start pouring at a certain signal, from the sprinklers placed all over the highway's roof. The players can hide under metal roofs to take cover, but time is of the essence. When they reach the end of the road, they must pull a red lever to stop the explosive bombs that are hidden beneath the highway's cement. Time limit: 3 hours.

A timer appears on the phone screens as the players start to run down the road. Jade runs as fast as she can, keeping her stare up-front and trying so hard to not fall.

Suddenly a loud sound is heard and all the players hide under the metal roofs as the acid starts pouring. The space was small and suffocating, the players having to stay really close to one another so the acid won't make contact with their skin. Jade breathes heavily, already feeling exhausted from the running, her eyes are fixed on the acid, waiting for it to stop.

"Scared?" The same guy Jade talked with a few moments ago whispers in her ear from behind, making her jump a bit and turn around to face him.

"Not at all"

What a lie. Jade was rarely freaking out but right now she felt like she will die from a heart attack soon. She didn't understand what was all of this about. How did she even get here in the first place. The corners of the guy's lips curl upward a bit at Jade's answer.

Soon enough, the acid stopped pouring and they all started to run again, this time Jade sprinting through the small crowd of people, trying to reach the end as soon and as fast as possible. But after a few seconds, Jade feels someone grabbing her arm and when she looks at the person, she sees the same guy again.

"You dropped something" He talks loud enough for Jade to hear while they keep running side by side. When Jade takes a glance at his hands, her eyes widen, a shocked expression plastering her face...

It was her gun. The one she had at her when she killed Dewey in case the knife would turn out to not be such a good idea. She snatched the gun from the guy's hands and quickly hid it in her jeans.

"Can you please not show it around like it's a freaking trophy!?" She shifts her eyes back to the road, trying to ignore the odd guy that was running by her side.

The players stop under the metal roofs a few more times, Jade is getting more and more tired by the second and she feels like her legs will give in any minute from now. As she runs, she notices the end of the road, meaning they finally reached the end. But when they arrive they notice not one but two red levers right at the end of the road. Jade takes a few deep breaths trying to calm down and think about what is happening right now. She looks at the phone in her hand, the timer shows only 30 seconds before the bombs explode.

"Which one are we choosing?!" A woman that looked like she was in her late 30s asked.

"We should pick the left one!" Another player said.

"Why the left one and not the right one?" The odd guy asked, looking so calm as if these weren't gonna be their last moments of life if they don't pick one of the levers.

"Fuck it!" Jade said and pulled the right lever in the last 5 seconds. The other players look at her in shock and at this point, they just wait for the bombs to explode and end it all...but they don't. The odd guy glares at Jade, the corners of his lips still curled upward as he analyzes her every movement. He seems somehow proud of her.

"Guess we survived" Jade said, looking at the guy with a small, proud smile while her breath is still a bit heavy.

"Yeah, but never do things like that again, they won't work forever" His expression turns back to the usual cold and stern one, his lips no longer forming a tiny smile on his pale face.

"You never told me your name..." Jade doesn’t take her eyes off him, though his eyes are fixed on the road. She was trying to catch an emotion out of him, or at least something that showed a bit of humanity from him.

"My name is Sunato Banda"

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#weeklyprompt001 #aib rp #alice in borderland #Jade

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months

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Okay yes, descriptions please! (If you don't mind)

Not at all!!! I'm so jazzed you're intrigued!!! ^^ 💛!!💘💥!💛!!💘💥!

First of all the basic plot of the story:

Hallie (the virgin) meets Edward Brown (the killer) and they hit it off- she's exactly the kinda girl he likes; friendly, kinda reserved, and they have... certain things... in common, it turns out. And to her, Edward's the perfect guy, too! He's a young English teacher at the high school and he's got this skinny Clark Kent thing about him?? Awkward, and funny. She doesn't realise he's a part of the little town's most powerful (and tight-lipped) family, the Bamford's (He was adopted into it- Edward Bamford-Brown), until she tells her best friend and roommate Maggie (the whore) about him. Maggie immediately develops a bad taste in her mouth when it comes to Edward she goes rogue and decides to investigate, employing Hallie's family doctor, Arthur (the scholar), and his old friend/new roommate combo, anxious ex-con Rodney (the fool), who just so happens to be Edwards adoptive aunt Carla Bamford's ex husband. Doors are opened for Maggie into the world of the Bamford's through Arthur and Rodney, and Winnie Bamford (the athlete) later, and she uncovers some bone chilling secrets about everyone in this family, and everyone a r o u n d them too, that make her determined to save her friend.

Basically I'm trying to tell a small town murder mystery using slasher movie tropes and themes (hence the virgin, whore, killer, scholar, fool, and athlete archetypes). And its f u l l of platonic love, because I don't think theirs enough of that around. And all the romances are doomed in one way or another.

Now the descriptions! ^^ 😅

Edward Bamford Brown: Age 30.

EDWARD! Our bastard. Edward is sorta nerdy looking. Like I said- he's got a skinny Clark Kent thing about him. Perfect dark hair (the curl), blue eyes, tall (almost lanky), broad shoulders- very handsome guy. Could be a total player, if he wasn't so awkward and sheltered (Instead he's kinda weaselly- well to everyone except Hallie and his mother). He wears mostly flannels over plain t-shirts and jeans combos and he wears dark-rimmed glasses.

Maggie E. Nashton: Age 25.

Maggie has some very bright, dusty purple hair cut in almost a bob (?? its short. Like collar length) and its usually messy, giving her the air of having just fucked someone- which likely she did. Her eyes are green and she wears dramatic make-up; ruby red lips and reds and oranges around her eyes, too. She's usually wearing a tight short skirt and knee high, sharp heeled boots. She wears purples, blacks, and greens.

Hallie Archer: Age 25.

Hallie looks like t h e interpretation of a Final Girl XD Straight blonde hair, tall, skinny, friendly face. Dresses conservatively but cute (Jeans, pale blue hoodies, pink t-shirts, white mittens, etc), and her eyes are a bright happy blue (even though, on the inside, our girl is actually very very sad. No I wont say why).

Winnie Bamford: Age 29.

Winnie is supposed to be very similar to Maggie... except just kinda off. Giving you uncomfortable de ja vu, because Winnie is just... well she's supposed to make everyone uncomfortable (*cough* especially her poor ex uncle rodney). She's the same height as Maggie and her hair's the same length, except its tamed and a plain brown colour. Her eyes are a dark grey, almost blue or black depending on the light. She plays netball (went to uni on a full scholarship for it) so she's always wearing something she can move in- if she cant move, she goes stir crazy. So cargo pants, swim-suits, sports-wear, basketball shorts, tank tops, etc. Usually in greens and browns. The woman doesn't wear as much make-up as Maggie does, but she will wear a little red eyeliner. If she doesn't have to, she wont wear shoes or socks. She has an excellent ass, too, (Maggie will attest). She worked for it!! XD 😅😂

Dr Arthur Canfield: Age 51.

Arthur's eyes are consistently described in the story as 'Brad Dourif Blue' XD I decided to keep the Brad Dourif face claim because Maggie's a huge Slasher fan and her favourite Slasher is Chucky! Arthur's most prominent feature is probably his hair, its very thick and kinda long-ish, and when he's focused (Which is pretty often- he's the sensible one. And genius), he's constantly running his hand through it. He most closely resembles BD in these Sons of Anarchy and Young Women's Blue's. I feel like he may look a little older though, cuz of the stress 😅😂

Rodney Hawk: Age 51.

Rodney's most obvious feature is that he's always wearing this caramel leather jacket (Which is a reference to another book I wanna write- but thats unimportant really), even when he goes to work (he's a cashier at a grocery store- its honest work and really its all he could get with his record. He doesn't mind it) he puts the blue vest over the top of his jacket. Rodney also looks younger then he is. I'd say he most resembles RE during the 90's?? Like in Urban Legend. But this Particular picture from Night Court is just perfect XD Rod's far less feral looking, he's trying his best to redeem himself from past crimes and he's got anxiety because of that, too. But the fluffy blonde hair?? The effortlessly sexy half beard?? Thats Rodney XD

#thank you for this oppertunity!#this was really helpful to flesh out a blurb and the characters appearences #Then He Got Rough

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childhood friends coffee shop au

mari bestie u missed the memo where i said JOCK au but it's ok i wrote u this <3

People Watching

“What about the kids sitting at Crescent?”

“Cres– you can’t name our tables, Annabeth.” Percy leans his elbows on the counter and peers around the snack shelf. “That’s… no. I think they’re friends.”

“So you knew what I meant by Crescent.” Annabeth points a finger at him and Percy snorts.

“The table by the window that opens up into Crescent Street? It isn’t rocket science.” He flicks her forehead and Annabeth scowls at him. “But they’re not dating. Look– the guy in the yellow jacket, he keeps checking his phone. It’s way too desperate– he’s texting a partner, or a potential partner, a crush. You know.”

“Fair enough.” Annabeth looks around the room. It’s slim pickings today– late Tuesday mornings aree generally quiet.

“There.” Percy says. “What about that group by The Bar?”

“The Bar?” Annabeth makes a face at him. “I’ll have you know that table is named Lawyer’s Ledge. Silena and I spent ages naming these tables. They’re our children.”

“Except all your names suck. But fine. Who in that group is dating?”

Annabeth observed them carefully. “There. The girl in green and the ginger girl. Look at the way they look at each other. I’d bet money they’re holding hands under the table when they think their friends aren’t watching.”

“I’m not sure. The tall skinny guy bought the redhead’s drink.”

“So? Maybe they’re friends. Maybe he owes her.”

“Fine. It doesn’t matter.” Something over her shoulder catches his attention. “Don’t make it obvious but a new couple just walked in.”

Even before she can find it in herself to be irritated– why would I make it obvious? This isn’t my first rodeo, Percy– her new customers have already crossed the length of the café and are currently waiting to be served. The girl seems warm enough– bright smile and sparkling brown eyes. Her companion is a little less welcoming, keeping an awkward but respectful distance from her, his broad shoulders rolled back and his spine erect as he watched Annabeth step back into the counter.

“Hey guys, what can I get for you?” She turns on her screen as the girl hums, scanning the menu.

“I’m going to get a large iced double shot caramel macchiato with five pumps of vanilla syrup. Is that okay?” Annabeth glances at Percy, who’s trying really hard to keep a straight face and then nods at her. “Extra whip, and some extra caramel drizzle on it.”

“Sure thing.” Annabeth checks the time on her screen. It’s only 10AM but Annabeth and Percy have already been on their feet for five hours. With that amount of caffeine and sugar for such a small body– it’s hard to imagine the girl shaking off the effects of her drink by the time night rolls around. “And you?”

“I’ll have a green tea. Regular, please.”

“Not a coffee person?” Annabeth asks as she rings them up. The guy shakes his head.

“Not really. Also a lemon muffin for me.” He adds, looking at his friend, who thinks about it for a moment before deciding against any food. Annabeth thinks she might be better for it. She’s grateful to have this job– if for any reason that it helps pay her bills– but she wouldn’t touch a single thing from their bakery with a ten foot pole.

“Cool. Percy?” Annabeth hands him the order. “Need me to help?”

“No, I’ve got it.” He waves her off and Annabeth turns back to the couple.

“Got any plans for the day?”

“Not really.” The girl looks up hopefully at the boy. “Just thought we’d come grab some coffee and work on an assignment together.”

“It’s a nice day out, isn’t it?” Annabeth’s met some dense boys before– hell, she’s worked alongside some dense boys before– so it doesn’t take much for her to catch onto the girl’s tragic plight. “Sure your assignment can wait. Go out, enjoy it. We’re not going to see the sun like this for a while.”

“What do you think, Jason?” The girl taps her card against the reader and pays for the entire thing. Annabeth notices how she isn’t thanked. “You know… Jones doesn’t expect anything from us for another two weeks.”

“I don’t know.” Jason glowers at Annabeth like she’s the single source of all his problems. It doesn’t bother her all that much– she’s had a lot worse from customers who’ve received the wrong flavouring in their coffee. “How about we work for a bit, and we’ll take it from there.”

“Sounds like a plan.” The girl doesn’t seem too beaten down by their compromise. She looks around the coffee shop and studies Annabeth for a moment before doing the same to Percy. “So what’s the vibe here supposed to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “You’re so… frills and lace in your hair and he’s so… ripped jeans and just-rolled-out-of bed. No uniform?”

“Cool boss.” Percy tells her as he carefully places Jason’s lemon muffin on their tray. He slides it across to them. “Thanks for coming down.”

They watch the two of them debate between two tables– Baby Shit and Makeout Corner– before settling on the less fortunately named one. Percy lets out a sympathetic oof.

“Baby Shit.” He sighs. “That’s a shame. They aren’t getting far.”

“You never know.” Annabeth counters. “Maybe they’ll graduate to Makeout Corner.”

“If she doesn’t die of diabetes first.” Percy snorts. “Cocaine would be a healthier option than what she’s drinking.”

“Stop.” Annabeth laughs. “She looks like she really likes him, you know.”

“First date?” Percy asks. “She paid for the entire thing. I’d say that’s pretty progressive.”

“Sure, in the 1800s.” Annabeth smacks him in the chest. “They don’t seem like they have much in common on the surface, do they?”

“Oh, yeah. He’s a military brat. She’s got a rich father. They’ll be miserable together.”

“You think?” Annabeth tilts her head as she watches them. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s nice to be with someone different from you, right?”

“Why?” Percy grabs her by the hips and tugs her backwards into him. “Like frills and lace in your hair is different from ripped jeans and whatever she called me?”

“Yeah. Like that.” Annabeth presses a kiss to his jaw. “Exactly like that.”

“If that kid’s anything like me,” Percy mumbles into her ear. “She needs to make a move. And fast.”

“Why?” Annabeth asks. “Did I have a lot of competition?”

“Yeah. That girl from my art class was super into me. She’d have snapped me right up if you hadn’t swung in on time.” Percy says, dead serious. “I’m hot commodity, Annabeth.”

“Fine, then.” Annabeth lets him lift her off her feet and push her onto the counter. Technically, they aren’t allowed to do that, but the place is empty enough that their chances of getting caught are pretty low. Percy steps in between her legs and she locks her ankles around him. “Want to bet who can pull more people?”

“I’m not playing that game with you.” Percy throws his head back when he laughs. “You kidding me? You’d wipe the floor with me.”

“Glad we’ve established that.” Annabeth smirks and Percy leans in for a quick peck on the lips. “Hey. None of that cute stuff. Cindy finds out we’re making out on the clock– we’re both fired.”

Percy presses his forehead against hers. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

#mari #perseannabeth #dizzy miss lizzie #q&a

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