#sorry to tag all the bands i just want to make sure we reach everyone that would want to join!!
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Enjoy bandori and drawing?? Check below the cut for more details!
(A text-only version with more or less the same info can be read here)
Currently claimed characters can be found here , please comment there or DM me here to claim! I'll try to keep this list up to date:
OG 5 Bands: Ako, Hagumi, Kanon, Ran, Saaya, Yukina
New 3: Pareo, Tomori
Other:
Claims are currently open for 1 character/person, but 2nd claims will open this weekend!
🌈 “Pride” headcanons 🌈
Not only their sexuality/gender, but how they’d represent them at pride! So flags, makeup/face paint, nail polish/clothing colours, and more! Also, what they’d wear in general
(other headcanons also welcome!)
The final canvas may change in size slightly, to avoid instagram distorting the quality of the art (as seen in my original post). This will be decided on shortly.
The collab is primarily being hosted through a discord server and an instagram gc. All of the info can currently be found there (and I'll invite you to either if you DM me or comment on this post!).
If for some reason you cannot join either but would like to participate in this collab, please still let me know and we'll see what we can do!
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When We Cross
There are those that prefer travelling with a partner, be it for companionship or their inability to ask for ketchup by themselves. To Pedro, that person was you.
Pedro Pascal x Reader | >700 | cw: fem!reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.
A/N: im trying a new layout for the description and i cant tell if its ugly or im just too used what i normally do. oh well
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4
You know what would be really nice? A sundae.
Pedro makes a mental note to bring this up after he's gotten to the meetup place.
He makes a sound as he walks down the block. It's a balmy day, nearing the borderline of sweltering. It was manageable to him though. He huffs as he thinks of how sweaty you'd probably be.
Pedro makes a face at the people walking in front of him.
Can these people walk any slower. Like, bro? I've got places to be.
He adjusts the straps of his bags as he overtakes the people in front of him.
He huffs as he reaches the end of the street. A grumble leaves his lips when the pedestrian light goes red the moment his feet touch the curb. The people he overtook are now behind him. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
Pedro brings his hands into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and takes a moment to look at his lockscreen. It's you and him. He can't help the way his lips curve at the sight of it. He really liked this photo. He liked that dress on you and the way you did your hair. He also liked the fact you were licking his cheek. Weirdo.
He licks his lips and tells himself not to think about that day too much, lest he combust on the sidewalk.
His phone dings in his hand: BRO WHERE ARE YOU?
Pedro presses the message quickly replies: almost there :P
Another ding: ?? you mean 😛
Another ding: also HURRY THE FUCK UP
Pedro does not reply and crosses the street instead. As he clutches his bag, his mind drifts to the healthy amount of times you and him crossed the street. He imagines the straps were your fingers in this moment. He feels fuzzy. It's not the same though. Why did you have to be so far away?
He weaves through the crowd and passes a bunch of people seated in the outdoor tables of a café, laughing their heads off. His eyes linger for a moment then he cringes.
Was everyone that loud in cafés? Us too? Geez.
Pedro makes sure his bag doesn't bump into a street light. In doing so, he turns right and catches sight of a drugstore. He thinks of the last time you went to a drugstore together. You raided their first aid section and bought all the cartoon band aids. And well, to be fair, there were only 3 boxes.
He chuckles to himself as he thinks about how you wore a whole purple band aid on your cheek as a pimple patch.
"Cute," he mutters as he watches where he steps on the pavement.
Finally, he's arrived.
He walks into the mall and immediately spots the impeccably impatient woman pacing around just by the entrance.
Pedro walks over to her, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. These stupid fucks walk so slow."
"Yeah, it's totally not your fault that you woke up late at-"
"It was five minutes!"
"HA! You mean five hours!"
They begin to argue in Spanish. Eyes are rolled. Lips are pressed in annoyance.
"Whatever!" Pedro finally sasses, raising a hand.
She sasses back, "ugly," she grabs her carry on luggage and they begin to walk off. She motions to the department store on her left, "you should buy a bar."
Pedro glances where she points. He sees the chocolates on display then eyes her hotly.
She raises a brow and shrugs, "a reason to call."
"Quit it," he blurts.
"What?"
Pedro begins to get annoyed.
"You clearly need one, Pedrito."
"I said q uit it."
She groans, "just do it. If you didn't want to, you'd have changed your wallpaper by now."
"I did."
She scoffs and raises her palm in expectation.
Pedro turns away from his annoying sibling. He regrets loving her so much. If he didn't, maybe he'd have bolted and left her all by herself.
"Gimme it. Now," his sister snarls.
He rubs his moustache. She punches his arm.
He releases a breath. He gives her his phone even with the knowledge it will be extremely bad for him.
She opens it once its in her hands. She stops in her tracks when she sees the photo. Pedro manages two steps before he realizes this. He turns to his baby sister and she pouts.
She lowers the phone. Her brother really did change the wallpaper. It used to be a photo of you, now it's a photo of you and him. "Pedro..."
Pedro waits for her to say something more. She only frowns and repeats, "ay, Pedro."
He shrugs, " 's what it is."
She hands him back his phone. They keep walking.
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Can Anybody See Me? Part 9
Just moving right along with these. Here I introduce two new people to befriend Steve. Because I like Steve having friends his own age that he hasn’t trauma bonded to. Starting tomorrow I’ll be putting up a little plot bunny that got away from me but have no fear, this one will return.
On the tagging, I HAVE REACHED MY HARD AND FAST LIMIT OF 50. I love the response this story has gotten. I do. I love you all. I love every reply, like, and reblog. It brings me so much joy, you don’t even know. But tagging is hard for my ADHD brain. I have gone up from 20 to 30 and finally 50 as my system improved but I think if I do any more than that I’ll go insane. So any future tagging requests will be ignored. Sorry.
The best way to keep update on these stories is follow me and set me on notifications. I rarely do a lot of reblogging these days (too busy churning out stories like whoa), so more often then not a post will be a story. I try to post at least once a day (some times twice if I’m trying to rush through the posting a bit like I did to make sure the Valentine fic got out in time without making people wait on Vamp!Eddie), just never at set time.
Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8
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Steve was biting his nail as he waited his turn at the back of the crowd to see if he had made it.
“Ain’t doing it for this time, big boy,” Eddie told him. “I will stay for emotional support though.”
Steve gave Eddie’s arm a squeeze. “Thanks, man. I’m just so nervous.”
Finally they got to the front of the line and Steve’s finger slid down the list and next Thompson was Steve Harrington.
“I got it!” he said jumping up and down. “I got it!” He hugged Eddie.
And Eddie gave him a small tap on the back in return.
“We need to celebrate!” Steve said. “I’m taking everyone out to dinner.”
Eddie laughed. “The whole school, huh? Man, I knew you were rich, but that’s a lot.”
Steve playfully shoved at him. “Noooo...I mean you and the rest of Corroded Coffin. If it wasn’t for you guys I wouldn’t have ever tried out and I want to thank everyone.”
“Sounds great, pretty boy,” Eddie said. He turned Steve around and pushed him toward his first class. “Now go, before you’re late.”
Steve laughed and started walking. He looked over his shoulder and smiled softly.
Butterflies took off in his stomach looking at Eddie. He shook his head and went to class. That was another thought for another time. If he was going to graduate, he couldn’t be late.
*
Eddie went to go pick Steve for the celebration dinner but when he pulled up to the house there was a shiny silver BMW in the driveway and the front door was open.
Shit, shit, shit.
He wasn’t going to back out now. Steve needed him. He got out of the van and skipped up to the door.
He knocked on the door frame and an elegant woman in her early forties came out of one of the side rooms.
“Who are you?” she asked, taking in his band tee and ripped black jeans with a sneer.
He held out his hand. “Edward Munson, ma’am. Steve and I are in math together.”
Just then Steve came out of his room with his dad. Mr Harrington looked thunderous and Steve more than a little frightened.
“Eddie!” Steve called out.
“What’s all this then?” Mr Harrington boomed.
“Stevie and I are doing a project in math,” Eddie explained with a grin. “Mr Vinke assigned pairs to research noted mathematicians. We picked Gosta Mittag-Leffler, the dude that is the reason the Noble prizes don’t have a math award.”
Mrs Harrington turned to her son. “Couldn’t you have worked with any of your friends?”
Steve blushed.
“It’s just Tommy and Carol in that class and since they wanted to work together, Mr Vinke put me with Eddie.”
“Can’t be helped, I suppose,” Mr Harrington said gruffly.
“I’m here to pick him up to go to the library,” Eddie explained. “But we can do it tomorrow if you’re busy?”
Steve looked to his parents, in half agony and half hope. Agony because he did want to go celebrate with his friends. Hope because even if he couldn’t do it tonight, at least he would be able to see his parents and tell them all about his good news.
“It’s fine,” Mrs Harrington said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We’re only stopping by for a couple hours anyway. I wanted to get some of my nicer jewelry and don’t trust the mail system to get it to me intact or at all.”
Steve’s face fell. “You aren’t staying?”
“Big meeting in Chicago tomorrow morning with some very important Japanese investors,” Mr Harrington boomed, pounding Steve on the back. “Can’t be missed.”
Steve nodded. “I’ll just go get my school bag.” He ran back into his room and grabbed his things. He was back out in a flash. Steve squeezed past his dad and thundered down the stairs. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.
“You ready to go?” Eddie asked softly.
Steve nodded.
Eddie waved at the Harringtons. “It was nice meeting you both.”
As they walked to the van they heard Mrs Harrington say, “Well, at least he’s a polite boy.”
“I didn’t know manners were taught to trailer trash,” Mr Harrington replied with a guffaw.
Eddie winced and Steve gave his elbow a squeeze. Once the were in the van and pulling out of the drive way, both boys relaxed.
“I’m sorry about that, man,” Steve said. “They literally came home ten minutes before you got there. I tried calling but Wayne said you had already left.”
Eddie turned and looked at him. “Hey, it’s okay. Because at least this way it wouldn’t leave me and the boys hanging at the diner wondering where you are.”
Steve blushed. “It was still rude of them. They didn’t tell me they were coming home and then to just dash off like I didn’t exist. Even I can tell that this is an aesthetic that is carefully, artfully done.” He waved at Eddie’s look.
Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Yeah? What makes you think that?”
“The shoes,” Steve explained. “They are too white and too new to be trash.”
Eddie grinned. “Look at you, being all observant.”
Steve just shook his head. “It’s not rocket science, dude.”
“No, but it is Sherlockian,” Eddie said.
Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”
*
They arrived at the diner to see that in addition to Jeff, Gareth, and Brian, Gethin and someone he didn’t know was there, too.
“Hey, guys,” Eddie greeted.
The new boy was a shocking curly-haired redhead with more freckles then hairs on his head.
“Hey, Steve! Eddie!” Jeff greeted. “This is Marty. He’s part of Hellfire Club, too. He’s a senior this year, so we’ll miss him next year.”
Steve waved. Eddie slid into the booth and Steve next to him.
“I wanted to celebrate Kyle not getting the role,” Marty said with a grin.
Steve eyed the new boy with new appreciation.
Eddie’s grin was feral. “In addition to Marty being in the club, he’s head of stage crew.”
“And assistant director this year,” Marty added with a grin.
“Ooh...” Gethin said. “Many hats this year.”
“Yeah,” Marty said. “It’s going to be hectic. I can’t wait.”
Steve grinned. Marty reminded him of Dustin a lot. “I’ve gotta ask. Why didn’t you want Kyle to be Thomson?”
“Because he cheated on the first audition,” Marty deadpanned.
All eyes went to Marty as they stared at him in shock.
“How?” Brian asked.
“He recorded a perfect version of himself singing and lipsynced with the Walkman in his pocket,” Marty explained.
“So how come he didn’t do it again?” Eddie asked.
Marty pulled something out his pocket. It was a small cassette tape. He waved it back and forth with a smirk.
“I may or may not have removed the tape just before he went on.”
Steve laughed. “I think you’re my new favorite person.”
Eddie clutched his chest. “I’m wounded, Stevie. So wounded that I am no longer your favorite person.”
“All right, all right,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “Marty is my second favorite.”
“But I’m the one that destroyed your art project!” Gethin protested.
“Tied for second then,” Steve amended.
Suddenly the other boys were fighting over being his third favorite. Or fourth. There was some debate over that.
They only stopped when it came time to order.
Once they all got their drinks, Eddie held his up. “To Steve!”
“To Steve!” everyone else parroted back.
“Thanks, guys!” Steve said, blushing.
*
It was very late when Eddie pulled up to the now empty and darkened house.
“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmured. “That was fun.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Just let me know if you need a fake report to show your parents.”
Steve laughed. “I don’t think they’ve looked at so much as my report card since seventh grade. I think I’m good, man.”
Eddie just shook his head. “See you tomorrow, Stevie.”
“Good night, Eds,” Steve whispered. He got out the car and waved good night.
Eddie waved back and waited until Steve was inside, before his eyes slipped shut.
He was in so much trouble. It had been so long since Eddie had a crush on anyone that he forgot what the warning signs were.
Wanting to spend every minute of every day with them. Check.
Wanting to do things for them all the time. Check.
The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he saw them. Check.
Wanting to be even more outrageous to catch their eye. Check.
Being jealous of other people spending time with them. Triple check.
Fuck.
When Steve had said that Marty was his new favorite person, Eddie’s own personal green-eyed monster began hissing in his ear. It immediately went running when Steve amended his statement, though.
Which was something Eddie should examine more closely. But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to. In case the answer wasn’t the one he wanted.
Eddie was a little bit furious with himself. Steve was a known ladies’ man. like besides his hair, it’s what he was famous for. So unless Steve was secretly a Rock Hudson or Rupert Everett then Eddie was screwed. Crushing on straight boys was a death sentence to any gay man. But especially when that was all that was available in Bumfuck, Indiana.
He pulled out the driveway trying to come up with ways to break his crush on Steve without breaking their friendship.
By the time he got home he was no closer to an answer than he was at Steve’s.
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Everyone asking for needy han meanwhile I'm here thinking of a convo we had of just Binge watching Studio Ghibli films with him, 🥺💖 like he keeps asking you sure you can watch one more movie? You're 2 films in, and as he goes to play another movie you're just sleeping all peacefully with your head on his chest, and then the members walk in and they're like did she really fall asleep? And he's all like looking down at you and just smiles " yeah its okay tho she's adorable "
this is something i want so badly 🥺😭
FLUFF BELOW CUT
warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, a lot of floof!!
movie night. Fridays are always yours and Jisung's movie nights, you both made that apparent the day you both got together.
this Friday night, is no different. the band members were kind enough to give you and Jisung some personal space. they all opted in visiting a bar restaurant which meant that they wouldn't be home until past midnight - perfect for you and Jisung
the living area dimly lit, bowls of popcorn and sweets on the coffee table with some drinks. you're dressed in a spaghetti strap vest and shorts whereas Jisung is in grey sweats and no top - skin on skin contact is an absolute must for you both
situated between his legs, head on his bare chest, you hum in content feeling warm and loved from your better half. the fleece blanket providing you both some extra warmth on this cold, winter night.
Spirited Away being the first movie of the night. you both re-enact some scenes, going along with the voice lines and laugh softly if one of you messes up. throwing popcorn and candy into your mouths before exchanging sweet kisses.
Howls Moving Castle being the second. You nuzzle into Jisung's chest, wanting to feel even closer to him, his arms holding you gently, fingers gently tracing small patterns on your skin making it tingle and goose bumps to say hello
Halfway through the film, your eyelids start to feel heavy. you don't want to sleep, not yet at least! just a few more glorious minutes with Sungie...
but his warmth and comfort is overpowering. his soft chuckles rippling from his chest, his heartbeat providing you some soothing asmr to your ears as does his slow breathing.
don't fight this losing battle of sleep.
“another one?” Jisung says, looking down. he coos at your sleeping figure, soft snores escaping your parted lips. his heart melts as does he. you're the most precious thing to him and to see that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep, does something to him.
his heart feels like it going to burst from all the happiness and love he feels. butterflies erupting in his stomach - this is blissful.
he reaches for his phone, careful not to wake you. he checks the time, which is currently past 1 am, meaning the band members will be back any minute now. he quickly snaps a photo of you, squealing silently to himself before saving it at his wallpaper. he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your hair as the band members barge in in their usual noisy manner
“can't believe you lost at rock paper scissors, yet again changbin!” Chan states, the members laughing as they all pile in.
“he just sucks, that's all!” Seungmin says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“YA! I do not suck, okay! just... bad luck” Changbin says in his usual loud tone. normally, Jisung wouldn't mind all the noise and commotion, but when he sees your nose scrunch up and a hand rubbing your eye slowly, he frowns
“hey uhm. I don't wanna sound like that guy, but could yall just keep the noise down a lil.”
the guys look at Jisung, then you before laughing softly.
“sorry, Ji!” Changbin apologies. Jisung smiles before shaking his head.
“did she really fall asleep on you?” Minho does his short, rapid blinks, not being able to gauge the scene in front of him.
“yeah.” jisung looks down at your sleeping frame, smiling softly and lovingly at you. “yeah, she did but she's adorable so I don't mind.”
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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Four
pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)
warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language.
summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?
author’s note: Unbetaed, and oh the drama.
tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747
Tags are open, feel free to ask to be added.
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Talia sighed as the door closed behind Ricky and Grace leaving the greenroom, the whole place left with an uneasy silence.
“I, I think I should go.”
She really didn’t want to be here. Ricky didn’t want her here, that much was obvious with the way he’d looked at her. Ava stood up quickly from her seat,
“Wait, please.. Talia, right?”
Vinny was looking from Ava to Talia and back, Ava however wasn’t paying Vinny any attention as she walked over to her friend and reached for her hand. This had been all her idea to start with, the tickets, her plan. Sure the boys had agreed with her to keep it a secret and helped her plan to get her to come along, but she had been the one to get her to come along.
“We have a rest day tomorrow, we’re supposed to be travelling tonight, but I can convince the guys to wait until tomorrow night so you can come back tomorrow and we can talk a bit more, please. Ava.. Talia, I don’t know what's going on here, but Ava please.”
Ava glanced back to Vinny and then back to Talia,
“I’m sorry Vinny, but all this is my fault, this was supposed to be a birthday present for Talia, she hasn’t enjoyed a Motionless concert since-”
“Ava..”
Talia sighed, glancing over to Vinny, shaking her head,
“I knew Ricky was my soulmate from the moment I saw my mark, everyone else was skeptical, but I knew. I’d been a fan of the band for awhile, and fansites loved going on about the guys marks, seeing mine appear was a shock. I started going to concerts hoping to meet him, never got to, but I got close so many times, but the last one I was right there.. But that was the time I saw him with her, and he looked so…”
Shrugging slightly,
“He looked happy. So happy, and I couldn’t take that away from him, so I just, I went about my life as if having a soulmate didn’t matter, because it didn’t anymore, not for me. He made his choice.”
It was Chris that spoke next from across the room, looking ropeable, his arms crossed in front of him. He'd had clashes with soulmates himself, it had gotten quite messy, Talia knew that much. It was quite well known in the metal scene.
“He didn’t have all the facts, give him a chance."
Then Vinny implored her,
"Come back tomorrow, with Ava.”
He moved to stand beside Ava, he took her hand, looking to Talia, Jordan and Kyle standing to the side, the other guys nodding in the background, agreeing,
“He’s my best friend, and I don’t know what's going to happen with Grace, but she’s been lying to him for years, and he deserves the truth, if nothing else.”
The problem, however, was the look in Ricky’s eyes when he passed her by in the greenroom with Grace. There were some things that stayed with you in life, some things that you just could shake, that even if you knew that they were beyond your control, you knew there were reasonable explanations and sure, maybe if the circumstances were entirely different they’d never have happened… but it had happened. It had happened, and Talia couldn’t forget the look in Rick’s eyes. Maybe he didn’t really hate her, maybe he just hated the situation, but it sure felt like he hated her right then, and the thought of risking seeing that look directed towards her again, just made her want to pull herself into a pill ball and hide.
Even now, with the way Vinny was looking at her, so hopeful that she’d agree to come back, not just for Ricky’s sake, but his.. Ava looked so pathetic right now, blaming herself for all of this. This whole thing was going to mar the day they met as soulmates, and if she didn’t come back tomorrow, they might find it harder to bond and fuck, that wasn’t fair entire.
The pain, the guilt, was pushing down on her chest, not just for Ricky now, but Ava, and Vinny, and god, what was she supposed to do? As she looked towards her best friend, she had made her choice when it came to her soulmate mark years ago though, she’d chosen to let go. Taking in a deep breath. She knew, she knew Ricky wasn’t going to want her anywhere near him, turning up tomorrow, it was going to hurt. If she didn’t come, though, it was going to hurt Ava more, and that was what made her decision simple.
“I’ll come, for Ava, don’t expect it to change anything. It’s one day. You two deserve to actually get to meet properly.”
As it was, thankfully she already knew she had no clients tomorrow, having expected to have a world class hangover from her birthday pub crawl with her friends pushing her to party instead of surprising her with these tickets. Talk about an insane turn of events. Talia wished she could rewind this entire day and crawl back in bed and pretend none of it had happened, but then Ava would never have met Vinny, but in saying that, would she have really done that to her best friend? No, no she wouldn’t have. Talia might be struggling, but Ava had always supported her, and taking this away from her was the last thing she would want.
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Ricky and Grace were the only people on the bus, the rest of the guys were giving them a wide berth for the time being and for that, he was fucking thankful right now. Not that he expected that to last long, after a massive show, everyone was going to want to wind down and crash, though tomorrow they were all going to get a chance to sleep in with the rest day.. Fuck, they were supposed to be heading to the hotel in the next town so they could just recoup, what was going to be happening now? He didn’t know.
All he knew was his eyes were glued to the mark on Gracie’s neck, the one that was smudged from where Vinny had scrubbed at it with the makeup wipe. He wanted to pretend that the black was smeared from Vinny’s paint, that it had transferred from the wipe when Vinny was cleaning the paint off his skin and over onto Gracie’s tattoo, making it appear like it might be fake. He wanted to believe that so badly. Rick might except that he’d seen Vin grab for a brand new wipe before he’d lunged at Grace’s neck to wipe at her mark.
It had take a few rough swipes of that disposable cloth to affect the image, which told Rick that the makeup was the good stuff, stage worthy. As someone who’d been performing as long as he had, he knew how to make makeup stay, and considering she would have been wearing that mark for years, fooling him.. She knew what she was doing.
She knew what she was doing from the moment she’d met him in the cafe.
Shit.
The day they’d met at the cafe, she’d had the tattoo then, and she was never shy about the fact she hated tattoos, explaining why that was her only tattoo. Now, on one hand it made him wonder what her real soulmade mark was. Was it under the rose? And on the other hand, had that who meeting in the cafe been on purpose, had she fucking stalked him? Or was the plan something different? Hell, maybe she’d been at the concert the night before and the tattoo was from that? Who knows..
“Well, are you going to say anything Gracie? Anything at all?”
“What’s there to say? That bitch is obviously faking, her friend admitted that she used to come to all of your concerts just to try and meet you, she’s psycho.”
"I don’t want to talk about her!"
Ricky snapped running his fingers through his hair, it was in a complete disarray and sweat slick from the concert, but he didn’t care right now, he felt like he was going out of his mind a little bit.
“I don’t even care about her, Grace, this is about you, and me. When were you going to tell me the truth, were you ever going to tell me the truth?”
The answer was pretty obvious to him, no, but he wanted to see if she was willing to admit it, he wanted to hear it come out of her mouth and see how far she was willing to take this. If she could be honest for even one moment. He needed to know if anything of their relationship was remotely salvageable. If he even..
Swallowing..
Did he even know Gracie at all?
If she’d stalked him all those years ago, if she’d faked their meeting in the coffee shop just so he could stumble upon her with the fake soulmate tattoo, was any of their relationship real at all? She’d had years to tell him the truth. Years to be honest with him. He had no problem with dating someone who wasn’t his soulmate, he’d dated before her, but the fact that she’d lied, and kept lying, it just…
“Ricky, what does it matter whether we’re soulmates or not? I know what you were planning for tomorrow, you know. I hear you, talking to Vinny this morning, he wasn’t that quite grumbling getting up.”
Smiling with a sweet little giggle of hers as she moved closer to him, reaching for him, her hands curving over his shoulders, only for him to shrug her hands off a little. There it was, not only had she not even answered his question, telling him that not only was she never going to tell him, she didn’t even have the guts to admit it to him.. But he felt the swift kick of a reminder that he had planned to propose to this woman. He’d been dating her, for more than half a decade and she had been lying to him the whole time, and she still thought that..
“Oh Rick, are you really going to let that little floozy come between us?”
“I don’t give a shit about her, this has nothing fucking to do with her Grace, I don’t care if I ever see the woman again.”
He probably would, he knew he would, Vin’s soulmate was her best friend it seemed, he was going to be stuck dealing with her and that was going to be frustrating enough, but he couldn’t think about that now. Now,
“Answer me this, and you better be honest with me, the day we met in the cafe, was it really an accident, or were you there on purpose?”
When she paused, the way she paused, as if trying to figure out what to say, maybe what he might believe, then she was trying to reach for him again and he was pulling away shaking his head. No.
“Gracie…”
No.
“Rick, please. We’ve been good, haven’t we?”
Good, sure, starting with nothing but lies.
“I like you Grace, I liked you from the moment I met you. I won’t lie, the soulmate tattoo caught my eye, but that's not what had me fall in love with you, but finding out that you not only lied and manipulated me our entire relationship, but you never intended on stopping and being honest with me… how can I ever trust you, ever again?”
He couldn’t, it was that simple.
“Ricky-”
Pushing her hands away from him when she tried to reach for him again,
“I don’t even know who you are anymore. I think it’s better that you go home now. We’re done.”
Might sound like a heartless way to break up, especially when he'd been planning to propose. No, there way he was proposing now, no way. Years, years of believing one thing, only to feel like something so fundamental was pulled out from under his feet, something he thought he was certain he knew, just, gone. He wanted to believe she would have told him, if she’d even told him she was scared to tell him right now, admitted that she wanted to tell him but didn’t know how.. He’d have taken it.. He’d have been pissed but they could have worked through that. Couldn’t they? He loved her.. At least, he loved the person he thought he knew, but she’d lied, and she’d set him up even before they’d met.
#motionless in white#miw#ricky olson#ricky horror#ricky olson fanfiction#ricky olson x ofc#original female character#soulmates#fanfiction#miw band#rick olson#ricky horror olson#soulmate au#soulmate#tattoos#vinny mauro#ricky olson fanfic#vinny mauro fanfic#fic: every rose has its thorns
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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 8
Omega: The first time I ever got upset in front of Crosshair, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.
Crosshair: I was doing both, for your information.
Hunter: The first time Crosshair hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.
Tech: Wrecker just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.
Wrecker: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?
Wrecker & Hunter: One, two, three-
Wrecker & Hunter: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!
Tech: Our turn, Omega! One, two, three-
Tech: Vanilla!
Omega: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?
Crosshair: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.
The Squad:
Crosshair: No you’re not, Crosshair! We still love you, Crosshair!
*Everyone is giving advice to Echo*
Omega: It's okay to ask for help.
Hunter: You're not a burden.
Crosshair: Murder is okay.
Tech: Your feelings matter.
Tech: Omega is mad at me, and I'm not sure why.
Hunter: Okay, did you talk before she got upset?
Tech: ...yes?
Hunter: That's probably it.
Crosshair: To everyone who has treated me poorly, I am sexier than you.
Omega: What are you writing?
Echo: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.
Hunter, looking over Echo’s shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.
Crosshair: Why do you hang out with me?
Wrecker: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!
Crosshair: …
Crosshair: I feel a bit sorry for you.
Omega: So, did everyone learn their lesson?
Wrecker: No.
Crosshair: I did not.
Hunter: I may have actually forgotten one.
Echo: Also no.
Omega: Oh good, neither did I.
Tech: *Exhausted sigh*
Hunter: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.
Wrecker: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.
Echo: A realist sees a freight train.
Crosshair: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.
Hunter: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.
Tech: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.
Hunter: You have to teach Omega how to drive.
Tech: ...put the band-aid back on.
Hunter: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Crosshair doesn't take me seriously enough.
Omega: "Sometimes"?
Wrecker: "Enough"?
Hunter:
Wrecker: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.
Omega: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Crosshair: Which one? I can't do both.
Hunter: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away!
Tech: An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.
Hunter: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Wrecker: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Hunter: Absolutely not.
Tech: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Echo: Literally or figuratively?
Tech: I have to specify?
Hunter: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.
Echo: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.
Omega: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Omega: Violently practices.
Hunter: Violently studies.
Tech: Violently sleeps.
Echo: Violently shoots pictures.
Wrecker: Violently boxes.
Crosshair: Violently murders people.
Tech: Violently worries about the previous statement.
Hunter: This is a bad idea.
Crosshair: Then why are you coming along?
Hunter: Someone has to get your injured ass home.
Hunter: Crosshair is okay.
Echo: He’s okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!
Hunter: Echo, Crosshair threatened me. He threatens Tech every day. He probably threatened Wrecker before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair.
Wrecker: You know me, Echo, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?
Echo: What?
Wrecker: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”
Echo: Crosshair, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.
Crosshair: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?
Omega: You believe me?
Hunter: Omega, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Hunter: Met a dumbass today. Awful.
Echo: You looked in a mirror?
Hunter: someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.
Omega: *runs up to doors*
Omega: Be careful, Tech! These doors say "Blast Danger"!
Omega: Echo, we're hungry!
Tech: Echo! What's for dinner?
Wrecker: We're hungry, Echo!
Echo, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*
Wrecker: Ow!
Tech: What’s wrong?
Wrecker: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.
Tech: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.
Crosshair: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:
Crosshair: Wrecker, what the actual FUCK?
Tech: *raises eyebrows*
Hunter: Put those back down!
Hunter: Help! I’m drowning!
Tech: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!
Hunter: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Tech: So, Wrecker is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.
Omega: Why?
Tech: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.
Wrecker, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.
Hunter: Why are you late?
Tech: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.
Hunter: Overslept?
Tech: Overslept.
Echo: I'm not doing too well.
Omega: What's wrong?
Echo: I have this headache that comes and goes.
*Crosshair enters the room*
Echo: There it is again.
Tech: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.
Wrecker: But what if something else happens just this one time.
The Squad: *walking at the mall*
Wrecker: Hey, have any of you guys seen Crosshair? He’s been gone for a while..
Echo: Eh, nope.
Hunter: No, I haven’t...
Tech: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.
Crosshair: Hey.
Wrecker: Ooh, there you are-
Echo: What the fu-
Tech: I- where were you?!
Crosshair: Walking right behind you guys.
Crosshair: I know one person who finds me funny!
Tech: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!
Crosshair: Okay then I'm out.
Omega: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.
Crosshair: Sacrifice? I nominate Hunter.
Hunter: Wait, what?
Crosshair: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.
Hunter: I'm 5'11, it's like average height in most of the world!
Omega: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!
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Who Needs Fast Times? -Steddie-Fic
Eddie said he had the purpose of renting The Dark Crystal when he walked into Family Video that day.
"Yeah, our favorite little flock are coming over later. Might as well make it a movie night, right?"
Steve, who knew they were all going over to Eddie's new trailer later because *he* would be the one taking them over, nodded sagely.
"That's a good idea. Creepy Muppets will definitely keep those rag tag idiots entertained for a while."
Depositing an armful of return tapes on the counter, Robin couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh! Steve! I heard that Tammy Thompson is planning to join a band!"
Eddie's nose crinkled. "Is it Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem? Because she sounds like a Muppet, and not even the cool, creepy kind."
Steve beemed at Eddie, happy, fond smile on his face. "Yes! That is exactly what I've been saying!"
The more they were around each other, the more Steve and Eddie found that they strangely had many things in common. Despite outward appearances, it became quickly apparent that the two guys were ridiculously compatible.
As friends, of course.
It fascinated the kids, especially Dustin, how in sinc they were. Like a well oiled machine. If they were not on the same wavelength, they were balancing each other out. More than once Dustin secretly pouted that Eddie would be the perfect boyfriend for Steve. You know, if Steve and Eddie liked guys. The one time he vented about it to Max, Eddie had overheard.
Oh, if Henderson only knew.
At this point, pining was an art to Eddie. To him, his growing friendship was worth a little heartache, if it meant he got to keep Steve.
Hey. Steve looked out for everyone else. Someone had to look out for him.
If he knew how Eddie felt...well, it might not go well.
A costumer had come in in the middle of their laughter. The two employees calmed it down to give the Family Video greeting. In fake, cheery unison.
Eddie laughed again when the customer was out of earshot. "Talk about creepy Muppets. You two are giving the Skeksis a run for their money."
Steve furrowed his brow. "Who?"
Robin rolled her eyes. "The creepy Muppets we have been talking about, dingus!"
Eddie, a glint in his eyes, leaned his forearms onto the counter, getting dangerously close to Steve's face.
"Stevie, have you actually seen The Dark Crystal?"
Steve, not moving away, only shrugged. "No? But, come on, the movie cover has creepy Muppets on it. Not that far a leap, Ed."
That glint danced as he shot an amused look briefly to Robin. "You're coming with the kids, right?"
Finally stepping back for a little space, Steve blinked. "Oh. You want me to stay? I was just doing the drop off."
Eddie tilted his head, eyes never leaving Steve's but calling over his shoulder. "Bucks, you and Big Boy are both welcome to come join our fiasco tonight. We can educate this poor boy on good movies."
"It would take a lot more than one night, Eddie. But sure, I'll go."
Steve moved from the counter and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, I know good movies! Just because I haven't seen some of the nerdy ones does not mean I don't know!"
Looking over, he held up one in triumph. Robin squawked and rolled her eyes.
"No! Not this again."
"Yes! This again! This is a good movie!"
Eddie reached for the cassette. "What movie even is this?" Yanking it out of Steve's hand, Eddie danced away and ducked down next to Robin. Reading it silently, Eddie looked up in disappointment at Steve.
"Fast Times at Ridgemont High? Really?"
Steve looked at Eddie in astonishment. Besides the debate on heavy metal vs pop, Steve and Eddie agreed on almost everything.
"Wait, you don't like Fast Times?"
Robin actually looked a little worried. Steve face looked like it was a little in pain.
Eddie bit his lip, but shook his head. "Sorry, Steve-o. Not really my thing."
Steve seemed to rally, and bounced on his feet, looking a bit like an excited Dustin. "But, like, come on. Everyone likes at least some parts of the movie."
"Oh my God, Steve! Shut. Up-" Robin tried to speak over when she realized where he was going with that.
Eddie crossed his arms. "Eh, I watched it once. Didn't really like it."
"What about at-"
"Steve, NO-"
"53 minutes and-"
"I SWEAR, IF YOU SAY-
" -5 seconds?"
Eddie twirled the ring in his index finger. "What's at 53 minutes and 5 seconds?"
Steve smiled and opened his mouth.
Robin beat him to it.
"DON'T. SAY. BOOBIES!"
Steve smiled.
"Boobies."
Robin threw a pack of red licorice at him.
Eddie...still did not look impressed. " 'Boobies' ? That's it?"
"That...that's it?! They're boobies!"
"Like, are they enchanted boobs?"
Both Steve and Robin were speechless.
Robin recovered first. " 'Enchanted Boobs' ?! Jesus Christ, Eddie!"
Steve literally shook off his stupor. "There's no magic in Fast Times, Eddie!"
The one customer they had quietly slinked out the doorway.
Noticing this, Eddie wiggled the cassette, only for Steve to step up and take him from him.
"Okay, so what makes that part so special?"
Steve was flummoxed. "The boobies is the special part! Anyone that likes boobies likes that part!"
And all at once, Eddie felt his stomach drop to the floor.
Anyone who likes boobies likes that part...but Eddie doesn't seem to see anything special about that part.
He knew he was silent for too long. And by the tiny gasp that Robon let out, he knew his secret was out.
He was out.
Sure, he could have left it as is. Made a joke, run away. Not let them know.
But, Eddie was trying to be braver. And, these were supposed to be his friends. Best friends, really, aside from Henderson. Shouldn't they know him for real?
Taking a risk, Eddie used a luck point to roll.
"Yeah...still not my thing, Steve."
Steve furrowed his brow.
"What's not your thing?"
Gathering ever piece of courage he had, Eddie whispered in Steve's ear.
"Boobies, Big Boy."
He stood back, trying to hide his nerves with a goofy smile.
Robin reached out.
"Oh, Eddie. Are you-?"
"A Friend of Dorothy? Just call my Scarecrow. Or Toto, I guess."
Steve, frozen, said distractedly, "Nah, you wouldn't Bless the Rains in Africa."
Shaking that off, Steve put a hand on Eddie's shoulder.
"You-you like guys?"
Eddie, nervous, replied, "Yeah."
He did not expect both Steve and Robin to manhandle him into a slightly awkward, but very warm hug.
Robin squeezed him tighter. "This is so big! Thank you for trusting us with this!"
The door chimed as another customer came in. That time, Robin was the only one to say the greeting, only after untangling herself. It took Steve a little longer to pull away (which Eddie didn't mind.)
When he did, though, his cheeks were red, and he was looking at Eddie like he knew an answer to a question Steve didn't think to ask.
Showing the customer the choices of children's movies, Robin reached out and squeezed Eddie's hand. "We'll talk later. But, I am so proud of you!" Looking over at Steve, she nodded, and smiled at Eddie. "Just, you know. If you're Scarecrow, I'm definitely Tinman." She walked off.
Eddie grinned. "I knew it!"
Seeing as it was only the two of them left, Eddie whistled and grabbed The Dark Crystal. "I better get going. Gotta set up crash space for the flock. And a place for us grown ups to sit."
As he walked out, he heard Steve curse at himself, before being followed out the door.
"Hey, Eddie! Wait!"
Eddie turned, movie in hand.
"You called, Sir Steven?"
Running fingers through his hair and scratching at the back of his neck, Steve asked, "Okay, so, no to boobies, right? Well, w-what do you like?"
"What do I like...?"
Steve smiled, but almost bitterly said, "Nerdy guys, right? You probably like really smart guys with perfect pecks. Or Metalheads! Do you like metalheads? Because you like the same music?"
Was...was Steve...jealous?
Holy shit.
Heart hammering, Eddie locked eyes with Steve.
"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. I might be awesome, but loving another version of me would get so boring."
He sauntered closer, never taking his eyes away from that beautiful brown.
The words tumbled out. "What do you like, then?"
"I like hairy chests."
Steve actually looked down at himself.
"Eyes on me, Big Guy."
When he knew he had Steve's undivided attention, he spoke in a hushed whisper..
"I like hairy chests. I also really like dumb jocks that are a lot smarter than they are given credit for. I like guys with terrible tastes in movies and music, but God damn do they love their friends and their kids."
The longer Steve was silent, the more dread Eddie felt. Just as he was about to apologize, Steve leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Please let me be reading this right. Because, God Munson, I want to be reading this right so bad."
Eddie, blushing, whispered to Steve.
"Uh...do you happen to like guys too?"
Steve whispered back, "I'm half Toto, and I'm going to show you just how much I like you, Eddie Munson."
#eddie muson#steve harrington#steddie fic#steddie#wtf did i just write#i need sleep#luna is a writer#wtf luna#robin buckley#lunaraindrop
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Rose Explosion isn't by any means a rude or loud qoman. But she carries with her a strong aura of sensible care and love that just draws the other women together.
It'a thia that you love and hate about her.
Despite putting out fires all week, making sure the 'kids' were not going atab themselves or their grandmother, helping Pickles with Toki, and making sure Skwisgaar didn't drink himself into a liver transplant, all you wanted was some rest. But your mother caught you before you managed to slip into your room.
"Sweetie, are you busy? If not, I can get back to you tomorrow?" Rose says, rather tired sound too. "I know we were only here for the week, but I just wanted to talk."
Based on how everyone was doing, you had an idea that perhaps the mothers weren't do so well either - you could see how tired Rose was, probably from talking and comforting her friends too.
"I've been so busy with Anja and Molly that I forgot to check in with you, too. How are you?" Her voice was sweet, genuine - out of everyone in the band, you figured you had the best mom, and after hearing how many of them outright refused to speak of them you merely thanked your lucky stars that Rose's worst trait was her reluctance to admit she needed help.
And maybe that was what she was doing now - reaching out to you once she finish putting out fires with her own friends because just like you, she was the most well adjusted and equipped to handle the job.
She looks at you patiently, like she always has, possibly because she knows you had a rough few days too.
//sorry I made this short, I'd rather send a 2 part ask for you to digest easier;; I saw you were dyslexic in the tags of a few posts? Or maybe I saw in another blog (in which case I apologise to that blog, omg i gave them novels...)
((i’m so sorry mom anon. i have not had the energy for a proper response, but the world needs to see this so yeah-))
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We are excited to introduce our next shining star for the Creator Spotlight... Mendelynn!
This is an activity where we reach out to one of the talented people in our community each month to find out all about them and their kakairu creations, and then show them off to the world!
We hope you enjoy learning about Mendelynn & her creations as much as we did. Please give them some love ❤️
Pronouns: She/Her
Type of Creator: Writer
Where to find her:
AO3
Twitter
Personal Website
Read the exciting interview below the cut, or on the forum!
If you would like a chance to be in the spotlight too, the only thing you have to do is be a member of the kakairu rocks forum or follow us, and be a kakairu creator; and we will contact you, ourselves!
1. How long have you been creating KakaIru fanworks?
According to my Ao3 stats, I uploaded the first chapter to my first KakaIru fanfiction, “Umino blood”, on 30th May 2019. I think I started working on that story half a year before that.
2. What are you working on right now?
I have two stories in progress, which are more on hiatus than they are actually in progress, and I revived my oldest story idea again… that one is an original story, though, that I may try to write anew. And in my first language, German.
3. What is your favorite trope to create for?
I do not think in tropes. To be honest, I still have to really understand the concept… I just see Kakashi and Iruka in the way that Kishimoto wrote them (and how I interpret his writing, of course) and I want them to be happy. So, I create scenarios where they have to interact with each other with the goal of making them a happy couple and the rest is guided by their personalities and the ideas that pop into my brain. There is a lot of slow burn, a lot of miscommunication, a lot of idiots to lovers. Idiots to lovers might be my favourite… but I do not create for a certain trope. My stories just happen to contain them. Therefore, my tags are messy. Sorry.
4. Which of your creations is your favorite, and why?
I would still say “Don’t let me go” is the best thing I have written so far… but my favourites might be the two shorts that I wrote and put into the “Kakashi and Iruka make fun of each other’s misery” series. I’m not good at writing funny stories, but I was very inspired for these two and they still bring a fat grin to my face when I read them (yes, I do read my own stories from time to time).
5. Do you have any WIPs you’re excited about?
Well, there are two stories I am working on, “Of Bodies and Minds” and “Fragrance”, and, of course, I love them a lot. There is also “Interlude”, the first KakaIru idea that I ever had which is very music-laden - Kakashi is a musician and band leader in this story. No, not the rock star kind, he’s the lead singer of an alternative jazz-pop combo inspired by Jamie Cullum’s music. This one is really interesting but I’m not sure if I’ll ever find the inspiration to continue and upload it. Also, there is a Gintama-Naruto crossover (Kakashi gets teleported into the Gintama world and has to help out in the Yorozuya until they find a way to get him back, and everyone thinks he is Gin-san’s more attractive brother) which I am dying to write because it’s so funny (that one only has an inkling of KakaIru). It has the same problem as “Interlude”, though… no muse.
6. Do you have any original characters? If so, tell us about them!
I have lots of OCs! Inside and outside my KakaIru workings. OCs appear in my stories all the time, whenever I need a specific person to do a specific thing that canon characters cannot do (e.g. die).
I mean, I created a whole Umino clan (with history and family tree) for “Umino blood”. A non-Naruto OC also had a tiny cameo in that story. But the one I have to mention is Umino Takaya because I love him so much more than my other OC children (I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help it). He was supposed to be just a small background character with one specific function but he disagreed, grabbed the mic and pushed everyone away from the spotlight to take it himself. He’s Iruka’s cousin, his best friend, and Naruto’s age. He’s extremely self-confident and bold, but at the same time sensitive and mindful of other’s feelings. He’s very gay. Words can’t describe how much I love him. (He is not my favourite OC of all time, though, that would be Met. But he is from said oldest story idea. And then there is Marleen… but I’m not allowed to talk about her.)
7. What was your hardest piece to create, and why?
There is not one story that is hard to write (if it is, I’ll never finish it), it’s specific moments and parts in the process. I struggle with domestic scenes a lot (and seeing how many there are in my stories, this is a real muse-killer). I am so meticulous in the way that I write that I never know where to put the cut or when to get out of a meaningless conversation or action or how to continue it in the first place. It’s a struggle, every time. Also, there is the problem of getting from one plot point I can envision clearly to the next.
8. Do you have any favorite scenes from something you’ve created?
I cannot, for the life of me, remember my own stories. Well, I remember the rough plot but never specific scenes. That’s why I can read them as if they were someone else’s work. It’s like rereading a book that you’ve read years ago. As soon as I write down a scene, it leaves my body and mind and does not belong to me anymore. It belongs to everyone who reads it.
I’m a big fan of wholesome moments and interesting dialogue, though. In general.
9. Where does your inspiration come from?
I wish I knew. Then, I would visit that place more often. To me, it feels like the inspiration and the ideas for my stories do not come from me or my brain. They are gifted to me by a higher power (Walter Moers calls it the Orm and I like that concept a lot). Thats why what I write does not feel like it belongs to me. I read it as if someone else had written it and I can’t believe that it is my own hands’ work. Music plays a big part in receiving inspiration, which is quite obvious in my shorter pieces, but it’s unpredictable if I’ll be receiving ideas or am just vibing. The most important thing for getting into a writing mood might be peace of mind. If I’m stressed, I can’t write. Hence, my current inactivity.
10. Which of your creations is the most meaningful to you, and why?
Every creation is meaningful to me. Every story is a learning process. With every story, especially the longer ones, I grow a bit more as a person and a writer. They all carry the emotions I felt while I was writing them. They carry my innermost thoughts and desires in a way that even I can only sometimes decipher. I am a storyteller by nature, I made up stories long before I could write, and therefore, my stories are my nature, my home.
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You Are My Gift
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Natasha and the kids make you a Valentine’s Day breakfast.
Note: This is a fluffy little Nat Valentine’s story. I thought I’d go ahead and post it because why not😊 Hope you enjoy!
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“Alright you two, we have to make this super secret surprise breakfast happen for Mommy. Do you think we can do it?” Natasha asks her two children standing expectantly in front of her.
“Yeah! For Mommy!” Ali agrees.
Natasha gets to work on making pancakes and the kids decorate them with fruit, whip cream, and chocolate chips.
They make a tray of enough pancakes for everyone and they quietly walk towards your bedroom.
Nat stops short of the door to give more instructions. “I want you both to wake Mommy up, but be gentle. You know she isn’t a morning person.”
With that she opens the door and both kids jump on the bed. You awake from your slumber at the feel of them bouncing on the bed excitedly. You sit up against the headboard and smile at the scene.
“Hi!” Ivan says and he plants himself on your lap.
“Hey buddy,” you kiss his head. “What’s all this?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Ali says in the most adorable way.
“Is it now?”
“Yeah, we made you breakfast!” Ali shouts a little too loud for 7am. Natasha just smiles.
“We have lots of energy this morning,” she says, moving to sit next to you in bed. “But we did in fact make you breakfast.”
“Wow!” You fake being energetic, but you’ll do anything to make the kids smile. “This is so good! Did you two decorate these?”
“We did! Ivan did that one,” she points to one. “And Mama and me the rest.”
“Awesome job, sweet girl,” you tell her and she preens at your compliment.
“Can we go play now?”
“Sure malyshka, but when you want breakfast just come back in here, okay?” Natasha says and Ali nods before holding her brother’s hand and speeding off.
Nat scoots closer to you and hands you a small box.
“It’s not much,” she says nervously and you shake your head affectionately as you open it.
Your hand goes over your heart in awe of how beautiful the ring is. It’s a gold banded ring with Ali and Ivan’s birthstones in it, along with your’s and Nat’s.
“Natasha, this is everything,” you tell her, slipping it onto your finger.
“You like it?”
“I love it, baby,” you say. And to ensure she knows it’s the truth you kiss her with as much love as you can possibly give her.
“Your turn,” you say pulling away and she lightly grabs your cheek to kiss you again.
“You are already my gift,” she says seriously and then bursts out laughing. You laugh too. “I’m sorry. That was so cheesy. Wanda said Vision told her that and I wanted to try it out.”
“Oh, I can so hear them being all lovey dovey with that phrase. But here is your other gift,” you say with a wink. You hand her a decently large box and she sends you a strange look.
She opens the box to see a new utility belt for her suit. She turns it over to see the inside and there’s the initials of the kids and you and her.
“I know you don’t go on that many missions anymore, but this way when you do you’ll have us with you. And I didn’t do whole names because I know sometimes the belt has to be left and I didn’t want anyone to get ahold of their names,” you ramble on and Natasha still looks down at the belt, brushing her fingers over the engraved letters.
“Am I over explaining? I am. Sorry I- just. Are you okay, my love?” You ask her, reaching out to hold her hand.
When she turns to look at you, there are tears in her eyes.
“This,” she says, trying to get words out through her emotions. “This is the most thoughtful gift. I love you.”
“I love you too, Natasha,” you say and she kisses your cheek before wrapping you in a warm hug.
“We better get to eating this breakfast,” you say after a few minutes of hugging. She laughs and shifts to kiss you again.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, detka.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha.”
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The one with Ethan’s suggestion
Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?
Content | smut with a bit of fluff
Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader
Word Count | 3138
Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans
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"You did not just ask me that."
Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.
“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”
“Get laid by me?!”
“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”
You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.
“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”
You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.
“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”
“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”
“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”
“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."
And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.
***
Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.
"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.
"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."
"Just wine?"
"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.
"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."
"You really need to get laid, babe."
"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.
"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.
"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."
"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?
"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.
"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."
"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"
"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.
"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.
"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"
You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?
"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."
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So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.
You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.
The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.
You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.
Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-
Oh.
Oh.
In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.
You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.
If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.
His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.
"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"
"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."
Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.
You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.
He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.
Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.
"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.
At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.
Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.
With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.
"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."
He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.
Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.
"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.
"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."
Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.
You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.
He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.
"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"
Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.
"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."
"Huh?"
"It was about you."
"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"
"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."
Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.
"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.
"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."
"Pants?"
"Heart, actually."
You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.
"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."
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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4
Masterlist // child reader ML //
Sapnap x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos
➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??
Quackity was telling you all of his plans
He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap
It sounded great
He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building
But then he left
Just like everyone else
But that was fine! You were just with sapnap
Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library
He had a library?
“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”
You looked at him weirdly
Who the fuck was [redacted]
“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”
He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books
“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”
You had found his time travel books
Woops
That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands
“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”
You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough
So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut
But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better
So you stuck around
Maybe you needed this, this new start
Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long
Karl started forgetting
At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names
But eventually he was going away longer and longer
He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you
One day he didn’t call you by your name at all
You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George
Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug
It’s been two months since you’ve seen him
You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure
He loved it
But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him
Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”
But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug
“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”
You were ready to cry
“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”
So you left and ran into the library
Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them
The same 8 books you shrugged away
You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals
You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy
The more you read the worse it got
What were you gonna tell Sapnap?
Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?
And why couldn’t he stop
It’s no use anymore
You were simply just forgotten
𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬
The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got
Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass
But somehow you always end up here
You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep
The inside looked great to say the least
“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”
“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”
“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”
You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks
“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”
You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down
It was like a ticking time bomb
The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge
He just stared at you
That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room
So you had to look into his face
Lets just say he looks good in Orange
“Barrier up or down?” “Down”
He backed up into the corner as you stepped in
Smiling
Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown
“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?
“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”
He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips
“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”
Yeah he just laughed
“I’ve missed you Hot shot”
“You ruined our damn life!”
Someone went quiet
“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”
You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.
Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur
“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “
You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava
“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”
You might have felt a little bad after leaving him
The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there
“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”
What were you doing here
What were you planning on saying?
“So, what do you do in prison”
“I have a clock.”
You got up to go look at the pretty clock
Then threw it at his face
“Ow” “deal with it bitch”
The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got
so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye
“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”
He wanted his best friends
But he just got the annoying teenager
Oh but that wouldn’t be the last
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬
You got a letter in the mail one day
Who the hell uses letters??
You were shocked to see the address and the small post card
“Come around some time”-Quackity
Ans on the back it had the cords
Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl
and well Karl didn’t even know you
So you set off
It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area
The large sign blaring in the red text
You gotta admit the place looked beautiful
There was a giant dick and different shops
You were shocked to see this random un human like guy
“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”
Yeah totally not slime
“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing
“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”
Maybe when you had hand sanitizer
“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”
You were skeptical but followed anyways
Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy
“Furry?” “Fire shit?”
You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur
“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”
You were confused then just let him be
You walked to the entry way of the place
A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch
“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”
Going to?
You shrugged it off following inside
You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him
Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment
So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug
You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance
That beanie stayed the same tho
Thank god
“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”
The casino looked great to say the least
Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side
Slot machines were going off every minute
“Have a chip, something to remember this by”
He handed you a red poker chip
It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile
Creepy and dopey.. sick!
So you put it around a spare silver chain
“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”
You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop
“No” “why not” “keep walking”
On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing
“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”
You and revivebur just stared at one another
“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“
You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur
Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head
You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago
Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders
“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”
“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”
You back away holding your hands up
“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”
You obviously muttered the last part
Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??
When did Tommy even die??
Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder
𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could
So he brought you over to his office
“So kid, how’s your dad..”
Ah you expected this question
“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”
He looked at you with wide eyes
“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”
You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation
“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”
You thought about it for a second
You have two options
1. Live in shroom town with bubbles
2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity
You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind
I mean would he even care?
He hasn’t for the past couple months!
“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”
You thought about it for a sec
“Alright hand me a contract”
So you signed
Making deals with the devil huh
Little did you know it would cost you your life
Devils little soul
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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!
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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios
Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Intoxicated [Requested]
Request: dom Hyunjae + overstimulation
badboy! ceo! Hyunjae x PA! fem! reader
Warnings: petnames, dirty talk, slight degradation, a lot of grinding lol, some choking, Hyunjae is a narcissist here
Finally finished this one for @jaepocket ! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it 💕hope you don't mind that I made Hyunjae an asshole lol
Work parties have taken a toll on your boss, and as the best personal assistant in the world, you help him home.
You kept a watchful eye over your boss throughout the Christmas party. Year-end parties were lined up back-to-back for the most influential entrepreneur under 30 in Seoul. Jaehyun was being extra charming tonight, wooing men and women alike with his dazzling smile, charisma, and powerful aura. He knew he was untouchable, and it showed in his walk. Long legs that could rival any model, perfectly coiffed light brown hair, and a designer tailored suit hugging him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders. He glances over to you, and shoots you a wry smile from across the room. No one else might have noticed, despite the fact that everyone who spoke to him couldn't take their eyes off him, but a subtle flush dusted his cheeks and there was a slight glassiness in his eyes that alerted you. Jaehyun has definitely had too much to drink. You stride over to him, and he politely excuses himself from the flock of older women giggling and sidling up to him, and meets you halfway on the dance floor.
He walks to you with a slight wobble, and reaches out to steady himself... by grabbing your hips. "Hey you," he grins, thumbs softly rubbing your waist through the thin material of your dress. You resist the shiver that runs down your spine, the warmth emanating from his hands a welcome sensation since the place was freezing. A mansion full of people and it was still cold? The hosts hadn't bothered to turn the heaters on. That's probably how the rich stay rich, you supposed. It definitely didn't help that you were wearing a skin-tight cocktail dress, with a little slit up the thigh. "Sir, I think you've had enough to drink tonight," you murmur, gently tucking a lock of golden hair back into place. Jaehyun grimaced. He had a glass of wine with every group that approached him that night, and he wasn't feeling too well now, considering everyone wanted to meet with the Lee Jaehyun™, one of Seoul's most prominent and eligible bachelors.
"Let's get you home then, sir, you really need some rest. Or rather, your liver does," you sigh, offering your arm for him to hold on to so he doesn't fall flat on his face in public, possibly ruining his reputation. He lets out a hearty laugh, and intertwines his arm with yours, trying to maintain a power walk out of the place, nodding at other party-goers that greet him in passing. He gratefully gulps the fresh air outside as you wait for his chauffeur to pull up in his stupidly expensive limousine, helping him to clamber gracefully into the backseat once it arrives. You're about to shut the door to book a ride home for yourself when he tugs on your arm, a blazing fire in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you know he wants you to come home with him tonight.
You glance around quickly, making sure no one is watching you get into the car with him, but really, who would question a PA ensuring that her drunken boss gets home safely? You quietly slip into the plush leather seats, leaving a space between you two just in case he feels stuffy or nauseous. Jaehyun roughly loosens his tie, and you can't help but stare at his large, veiny hands. Before you can snap out of it, he catches your eye and smirks, using those very hands to yank you closer, almost sitting on his lap. You yelp in surprise, your hands flying up to his broad shoulders. He smashes his lips onto yours, messy with tongue and teeth and a moan escapes you when you taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. His warm hands roam all over your body, deftly pulling up the hem of your short dress so he can run his hands up your thighs and grope your plump behind. "Been staring at your ass all night, who said you could wear a dress like this?" he growls against your lips, squeezing the flesh tightly to prove his point.
You weakly push him away, and he stares at you, offended that you don't seem to want him, when you're usually so pliant and obedient for him. "I don't think we should do this, sir, you're not thinking straight," you stutter. Jaehyun barks out a laugh, startling you. "Am I? I'm not drunk, kitten, I only spoke and acted like that so we could get out of that damned party. And maybe I'm not thinking straight, because all I've been thinking about the whole time is ripping that fucking dress off your body, you fucking minx," he snarls, grabbing you again and manhandling you to straddle his lap, sounding completely clear and level-headed. He had everyone fooled; even you, and a crushing disappointment engulfs your heart.
You don't get to feel sorry for yourself though, because Jaehyun is pulling you close, grinding the obvious bulge in his slacks against your clothed pussy as he makes out with you again. You let him run his hands all over you, feeling his lips trail down the side of your lips and down your neck, smudging your lipstick everywhere. Jaehyun doesn't care, clearly, he just wants to make a mess out of you, and you gladly let him, both of you so absorbed in each other that you didn't feel the car roll to a stop. You hadn't even noticed the opaque partition had been pulled up until you heard the electronic buzz of it being lowered, and the indifferent voice of the chauffeur came through. "We've arrived at your destination, sir and miss."
Without so much as a thank you, Jaehyun flings the door open and tugs you into the building's lobby. He owns the whole building obviously, but he lives in the penthouse suite, swiping his keycard to unlock his private elevator. He wastes no time attaching his lips to the back of your neck as he presses you up against the walls of the elevator, grinding on your ass the whole way up. He leaves you panting when the doors open, and he goes to punch in his keycode. The lock beeps, and Jaehyun snarls when he's halfway through the door and you're still lagging behind, knees too wobbly to walk properly thanks to his earlier ministrations. "What are you waiting for kitten?" You shake your head, embarrassed that sloppy make-outs and grinding like lovesick teenagers is enough to make your head spin.
Jaehyun strides towards the bedroom, stripping his expensive clothes as he went, but instead of making a right turn to the master bedroom as he usually does, he makes a left to the guest bedroom. You don't have time to ponder, because he's pulling you in and shoving you onto the bed, dark eyes staring you down as he fumbles with his belt. The intensity of his gaze makes you tremble. Is it from fear, excitement, or a morbid combination of both? He finally gets all his clothes off, and his hard cock is swinging heavily with every step he takes towards the bed. He prowls, like a predator, and you're too petrified to even strip or prepare yourself, but apparently that didn't matter to him.
"You still on the pill?" Jaehyun demands, and you nod feverishly. "Good." And with that he rips your lacy panties off in one fluid motion, and hikes your dress up to bunch up around your waist. You hear the material rip, but before you could bemoan the hefty price tag, Jaehyun slides his throbbing cock inside you, making you arch your back as you moan loudly at the intrusion. He gives you barely any time to adjust, knowing how much you like taking it raw, and starts thrusting harshly. You can't help but moan loudly, almost going cross-eyed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You clamp a hand over your mouth when a particularly shrill moan slips from your lips, but Jaehyun tugs it away, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. It's nothing more than an ego boost for him, but you comply.
Jaehyun gets sick of missionary fairly quickly. He does enjoy seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure, and watch your makeup run. But he likes fucking you from the back even more, loves the way you get on all fours for him, loves the way your ass jiggles when he spanks you, and loves how your legs give way when he's done making you see stars. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you over onto your hands and knees easily, ignoring the surprised gasp you make when he shoves his cock back into you. He picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot dead-on with this new angle. He wraps a hand around your throat, the expensive gold bands adorning his fingers pressing delightfully into your windpipe. He squeezes lightly as he slams into your core, and you scream, climaxing without warning.
The sudden clench around Jaehyun's dick has him swearing lowly. "Did I say you could cum, kitten? You know you have to ask for permission," he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, maintaining his relentless pace. Your head is foggy, and you try to apologize, but every sharp thrust Jaehyun makes cuts your words off. He doesn't let up, using you to chase his own climax, slightly aggravated by yours. He presses down the middle of your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the sheets so you're not holding yourself up with your hands anymore. You're grateful, because you can barely support yourself anymore, and you need a break. Except he doesn't give you one, hoisting you up by the hips to pummel even faster and harder into you, and your upper half is practically dragging along the sheets with every snap of his hips.
The delightfully torturous graze of silk sheets against your raw nipples, and the rough pads of Jaehyun's fingers relentlessly abusing your swollen clit sends you teteering close to the edge again. You can't cum, no, you won't cum until he tells you to. You want to be good for him, even though you're so close to climax again that it hurts. You hold out, gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, when a particularly hard press against your clit and a low growl of "Cum for me now, kitten" sends you screaming once more, vision turning white as your searing-hot orgasm rips through your body.
You barely register Jaehyun's groan as he continues grinding into your g-spot, your pussy clenching almost painfully tightly around him, milking his cock dry as he blows his load deep into your warmth. You collapse forward onto the bed, trembling from exhaustion, chest heaving desperately to replenish your lungs with oxygen. Your whole body is sore and you know it's probably going to be worse tomorrow, and dark fingerprints are going to decorate your skin too. Above you, Jaehyun is still holding your hips up, pulling out of you with a grunt, cock hanging limply as he pants harshly. He watches idly as his cum drips out of your abused cunt, trickling down your legs, and drops your legs unceremoniously.
He stretches his legs, and gathers his sweat-drenched, possibly cum-stained designer clothing off the floor as he walks towards the door. "Clean yourself up, you know where everything is. I need you in the office early tomorrow morning." Jaehyun utters without so much as a glance back at your naked body, and the door shuts behind him with a loud click that echoes through the suddenly cold room. You hear him humming to himself and drawing a bath, and you shut your eyes, trying to suppress a sob at how horrible you feel, both physically and emotionally. Sex with Jaehyun was always hot, rough and mind-blowing, but recently you realize you always felt empty afterwards. Because he'll immediately turn cold once he's gotten his fix, leaving you to clean up after yourself and sometimes even make you hail a cab to go home afterwards. At least tonight he let you stay over, even though it's in the cum-stained bed in the guest room, without any post-coital care.
As you lay there, fresh hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you wonder if all the alcohol in the world could wash away the pain you felt of being used as Jaehyun's personal fucktoy; manipulating you into catering to his every whim and then carelessly throwing you aside once he's done.
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Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!
Savior - Negan Killer AU
Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol
A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe.
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"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.
"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.
"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."
"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."
"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.
"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.
"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.
There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.
"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.
"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.
"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.
"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."
"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.
"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.
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"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.
"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."
"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.
"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."
"Do you kill everyone?"
"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.
"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.
"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"
"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.
"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.
"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."
"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."
"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.
"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."
"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"
~~~
Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.
"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.
"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.
"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."
"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."
"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.
"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"
"Sounds good."
~~~
I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.
Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.
Suddenly, my door opened.
"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"
"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.
"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"
"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"
"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.
"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"
"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.
"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.
"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.
"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.
"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."
"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.
"Yes, what, princess?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.
We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.
"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.
"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.
"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.
"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.
"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"
"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.
"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.
"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.
"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."
#negan x reader#negan x y/n#negan smut#negan x you#negan smith#au!negan#the walking dead#twd smut#twd negan
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Mahina || Part 1
Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you.
genre: smut, fluff, angst
word count: 4,626
tags: idol!au, fantasy!au
When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.
He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.
"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"
Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.
Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.
"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"
"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."
"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.
"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.
"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.
Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."
Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.
"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.
"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."
Yeah, it definitely does.
~*~*~
"5, 6, 7-"
Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.
"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."
Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"
"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"
Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."
"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.
"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.
"One more time. 5, 6-"
It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."
Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?
"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."
Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.
You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."
"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.
"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.
Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.
It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"
"What?"
Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"
"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.
Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"
"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.
"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.
Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.
~*~*~
Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.
Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.
Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.
Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.
Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.
He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?
Right.
Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."
"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."
What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.
"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."
You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-
"Hey Jungkook."
Fuck.
Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.
"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.
"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."
"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."
You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.
"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."
Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.
~*~*~
The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.
Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.
Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.
As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.
He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.
"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.
"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."
"Oh? Like individual shoots?"
"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."
"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,
"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,
"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.
He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.
Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.
Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.
"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."
"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."
"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.
Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.
He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.
At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.
Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.
The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.
You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.
"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.
Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.
He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.
It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.
A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.
Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.
"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.
He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.
He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?
"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."
"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!
"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"
"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!
"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"
He laughs, you snap a picture.
"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.
"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."
Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."
"What do you like about them?"
The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.
"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."
"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"
"Yes."
You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."
"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."
Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.
Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."
"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.
You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.
Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.
It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."
"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.
He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."
You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."
Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.
At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.
"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."
"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"
You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."
As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.
"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."
"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.
He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."
You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.
"Taste good?" He questions.
"Delicious."
"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.
So he does.
Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.
"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."
You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."
Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.
Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.
"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.
"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."
Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.
He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.
His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"
"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.
"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.
"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"
You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.
Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.
"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.
Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
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Chapter 9
“Dinner at my house at 7. Be there,” Rossi announced to everyone in the bullpen.
Everyone nodded, accepting the invitation.
“Sorry, I can’t. I have Jo tonight,” Spencer declined.
“Bring her with you. The more, the merrier! Her mom is welcome too, I would use her name but I’m still in the dark about that one,” Rossi said.
“Well, I, for one, would love to meet the lady that Pretty Boy is throwing punches for,” Morgan smirked.
“Henry will be there, Spence,” JJ informed Spencer, trying to convince him to bring Jo.
“Alright, Jo and I will be there. I will ask Y/N and yes, that’s her name if she decides to come,” Spencer gave in.
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“I don’t know, Spencer...can’t just you and Jo go?” you asked.
“Yes, we could. I don’t want to pressure you but I think it would be fun if you went too. Plus, Rossi’s pasta is phenomenal,” Spencer stated.
“I don’t want to intrude...and I’m horrible at small talk,” you added.
“Rossi specifically invited you so you’re not intruding. Will and JJ will be there, who you already know, and I promise I won’t leave your side until you’re comfortable,” he assured you.
“Fine, I need to take a shower and get ready then. How formal is this thing?” you asked.
“Most people either stay in their clothes from work or go home and change into casual clothes,” Spencer shrugged.
You nodded and headed up the stairs.
A half hour later, you came down in a cream colored midi sundress with a floral pattern and a slit down the side.
Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat.
“How’s this?” you asked, giving him a little spin.
“Y-Yes that’s f-fine,” Spencer choked out.
“You don’t like it?” you frowned, “They’re gonna hate it...and me.”
You started walking back up the stairs to change when you felt someone grab your wrist gently.
“I was having trouble speaking because you look absolutely radiant,” Spencer spoke softly.
“Not too bad yourself, Doctor,” you smiled.
Spencer had lost his sweater vest and tie from the work day, leaving him in just his pale blue dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone.
“Jo, come on! I’ve got to do your hair before we go,” you called out, pulling out one of the kitchen table chairs.
Jo came running down the stairs in a light pink sweater and overalls.
“What do you want?” you asked, using a spray bottle to wet her hair slightly and then brushing it out.
“Two braids please, Mommy.”
You parted her hair and began working on the first braid, feeling Spencer’s eyes watching curiously from beside you.
Once you finished the first one, you turned to looked at him.
“Do you want to do the other side?” you asked.
“I was observing your movements but I’m not sure if I can replicate them with the same speed and accuracy,” Spencer stated as you pushed him forward.
“I’ll be your instructor then. You’re going to need to learn how to do this. Jo doesn’t like to have her hair in her face so she likes to have it styled back somehow,” you said.
Spencer brushed the hair on Jo’s left side once more and then sectioned out three even pieces from the front.
“So basically you just keep crossing the side strands over into the middle and adding more hair to the side strands each time,” you explained as Spencer slowly started to braid Jo’s hair.
By the time he got to the end, it was a little bumpy and a small chunk of hair had been left out of the braid and was hanging astray.
“Okay okay, not bad for a first attempt,” you encouraged him.
“I think I’ve got it this time,” Spencer released the braid from its elastic and combed Jo’s hair out again.
Spencer’s confidence definitely increased this time through, he was going much faster, almost as fast as you. His tongue was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. You had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable.
“Much better,” you smiled as he tied off the braid with the elastic.
“If you can do a braid, pigtails and ponytails will be a piece of cake,” you informed him.
“I think my fingers are cramping,” he chuckled, admiring his handiwork.
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“Spencer, what if they hate me?” you nervously asked as you walked up Rossi’s driveway.
“They are not going to hate you,” Spencer assured you as he carried Jo on his hip, “See, JJ and Will’s car is already here so there’s two people who already know and like you.”
Spencer rang the doorbell. You heard laughing and lots of conversation inside. You were nervously playing with your hands until Spencer reached over and grabbed one, squeezing it a little before letting go again. The simple gesture soothed you tremendously.
The front opened, revealing an older man with black hair and a goatee.
“You must be Y/N,” he smiled.
“Yes, that’s me,” you shakily returned the smile.
“I’m Dave or Rossi whichever you prefer. Come inside! Dinner will be ready shortly!” he waved to Jo in Spencer’s arms.
You entered the kitchen to see a bunch of grinning faces, staring at you.
“Guys, this is Y/N and you all remember Jo,” he introduced you to the group.
You gave a small wave, “Hi! It’s nice to meet you all.”
A blonde woman was the first to get up off her seat at the kitchen counter and wrap you in a warm hug. You squeaked a little at first, not expecting it.
“Hi, I’m Penelope! Sorry, I’m an avid hugger,” she chirped.
“No worries,” you smiled back.
Another woman with long dark hair approached you next, “I’m Emily! I love your dress!”
“Thank you! I actually got it at a thrift store downtown,” you replied.
Next in line was a man still in his suit, smiling only slightly but you could tell he was trying his hardest.
“I’m Aaron but everyone calls me Hotch,” Hotch said as he shook your hand.
And finally, “Derek Morgan, at your service,” Derek grinned as kissed your hand.
Spencer narrowed his eyes at Derek.
“Ignore him,” he said to you.
“Jo, I’m loving the braids,” JJ said as Spencer set her down on the floor.
“Daddy did the left one,” she beamed.
“Did he now?” JJ looked up at you and Spencer incredulously.
“Yes, he did,” you confirmed.
“He is going to have to start braiding my hair,” Penelope chimed in.
Henry and Jack came running into the kitchen.
“Jo!” Henry exclaimed, “Me and Jack are playing tag. Wanna play?”
Jo nodded enthusiastically and Henry touched her quickly and began running away.
“You’re it!” he called out.
“Oh, that was a cheap shot, Henry,” Will chuckled as the kids all left the kitchen once again.
“Jack is Hotch’s kid,” Spencer explained to you.
“Y/N, do you want some wine?” Emily offered.
You looked up at Spencer and he nodded, mouthing “I’ll drive home”.
“Sure! Thank you,” you accepted the glass.
You were talking to JJ, Will, and Hotch when you heard a familiar crying coming from outside. You set your wine glass down and ran to the backyard.
Jo was on the ground, clutching her knee, and the boys were hunched over her.
“Oh no, Baby J, what happened?” you asked, kneeling down.
“I fell while running and my knee got a boo-boo,” she cried.
You picked her up in your arms, rubbing light circles on her back, as Spencer came running outside carrying a mini first aid kit.
He gently rolled up Jo’s pant leg to above her knee as she clung to your neck.
“Alright, Jo, I have to put on some ointment and a band-aid so the boo-boo doesn’t get infected,” he spoke softly, applying ointment to the little scratch.
After he smoothed the band-aid over it, he kissed her knee three times.
“All better?” he asked.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she sniffled, letting go of you.
“You’re welcome, Princess. How about we have some dinner now?” he asked, using his sleeve to wipe her tears and snot.
Jo nodded and you all got up from the ground, heading back inside.
The rest of the team scrambled away from the window to pretend they weren’t just watching a truly heartwarming co-parenting moment.
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