#thank you justin timberlake for getting me though this fic
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Must’ve Been a Ghost [Leon Kennedy x Reader]
Leon Kennedy x Reader
Rating: E (18+ MINORS DNI)
Content Warning(s): NSFW, public/semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving), almost getting caught
Word Count: 1223
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“Are you sure we won’t get caught?”
You moaned, feeling the hot lips of your co-worker on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. His hands tightened on your waist, as his blonde hair tickled your cheek.
“Not if you stay quiet.” He hissed through his teeth, nipping at your tender flesh.
Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you as Leon continued to assault your neck with bites and kisses. “If you keep doing that, I can’t promise anything.” Your hands slid on his leather jacket, struggling to find a hold.
Leon scoffed, breath warm against your burning skin, as he dragged his teeth down to the divot between your shoulders and neck. “Then we’re going to get caught.” He mumbled, hands traveling upwards from your waist, and started to tug the skirt of your cocktail dress up your clenched thighs.
You push against his firm chest, feeling his heart beat wildly between layers of fabric, skin, flesh, and bone. It pounded against your palm as you looked directly into his dazzling cobalt blues, pupils blown wide.
“We can’t get caught.” You reasserted, panting heavily. “We’d be in so much deep shit with Hunnigan, we’re on a mission.” Against your best wishes, your fingers began to trail over his pectoral muscles, feeling them flex underneath your touch.
Leon’s hands remained on the hem of the black, stretchy fabric, unwilling to get go. “I don’t give a fuck.” He grumbled, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cleavage. “I outrank Hunnigan anyway, I’ll make sure it gets swept away, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes, but his deep tenor sent waves of hot lava to your crotch, making your legs tremble. “Leon.”
He smirked, white teeth flashing between his swollen lips, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheekbone. “I promise.” He growled hungrily into your ear, you swore you saw sparks fly in your peripheral vision.
“Shit, fine.” You whimpered, forehead pressed against his shoulder.
The agent grinned dangerously, eagerly pulling your dress upwards, and exposing your lacy panties. He had watched you get dressed this morning, he had planned this from the beginning. Your cheeks flushed as he pushed you firmly against the wall, mouth on yours as he backed you into a corner.
The hallway lights were dimmed, far off from the Gala you two were supposed to be attending. Three of his long fingers dipped into the waistband of your underwear, feeling the wetness that had accumulated since he started.
He groaned as he felt your slick juices against his fingers, rubbing them through your slit. “You’re so wet already, perfect.” Leon kissed you sloppily, saliva dribbling down your chins as he twirled his tongue around yours. “Absolutely, perfect.”
You let out a strangled moan as one of his fingers began to circle your throbbing clit, making your thighs twitch. One of his legs slid between your knees, firmly wedging your legs apart. Your hands grab the back of his head, threading between his blonde locks.
His entire hand curls around your cunt, cupping it within his palm, two of his fingers pressed inside you; as his thumb replaced his finger. He pressed against your sensitive bud, as his two fingers curled inside you. “What a perfect cunt you have, baby,” Leon murmurs against your ear, breath getting heavy. “To think, it’s all mine.”
“P-Please, Leon.” You gasped, pulling on his hair harder.
“Please, what? You have to use your words.” Your boyfriend whispered hotly, sweaty forehead pressed against yours.
Your walls clenched around his lithe fingers, a strangled moan escaping your abused lips as he fingered you harder. “Shit,” you hiss, the cotton of his dress pants rough against your tender knees.
Leon chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “You look so gorgeous, Y/N.” His words saturated with affection, as he began to feather kisses all over your flushed face. “Mine.”
Your pelvis twitched against his hand, as your stomach began to tighten. Suddenly, you felt the weight beneath you shift as he lowered to his knees, instantly throwing your thighs over his broad shoulders. You gasped as he tugged your panties aside, exposing your soaked pussy to his face.
“O-Oh, God.” You whimpered as he smirked up at you, mouth inches away from your cunt.
Without another word, his wet tongue traveled up the slit, circling around your clit, before heading back down. The pink muscle then dipped into your greedy hole, as his nose pressed against your bud firmly.
Your hands, planted at the top of his head now, tightened. A deep guttural moan bellowed from deep within your lungs, as your head was thrown back with pleasure. The man below you, between your legs, hungrily lapped at your pussy; like a starved animal.
Stars exploded in your vision as Leon ate you out, your toes curled in your black high heels as you struggled to keep your volume down. He looked up at you, azure eyes intense and dizzying; unable to look away from you. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain eye contact with him, your own eyes rolling back with intense pleasure.
He smirked against your throbbing heat, making more blood rush to your head. “Shit, ah, fuck,” you groaned. “Leon, I’m gonna-”
Your sentence was interrupted by the blonde moving to suck harshly on your clit, shooting electricity across your pelvis. You slapped one of your hands against your lips, in order to muffle his name, which was already much too loud.
Your hips buckled against his shoulders, practically grinding yourself into his face as your orgasm impeded closer. Leon didn’t seem to mind, firmly wrapping his arms around your legs to prevent you from falling backward, still hungrily devouring your cunt.
Without much another warning, your orgasm crashed on you like a tsunami. You arched your back against the wall as you screamed your partner’s name. You didn’t silence yourself this time, and Leon’s name echoed across the hallway. He removed himself from underneath you, mouth glistening with his saliva and your juices.
“You taste so sweet, doll. He purred, cupping your chin between his fingers. “Here, taste it yourself.” Chapped lips pressed against yours, and you whined against his mouth as his tongue invaded yours. The overpowering taste of whiskey and your own wetness washed over your senses. As well as the spicy, sharp scent of his cologne; making your rattled brain spin even more.
Leon’s arm was tight around your waist as he kissed you, as your own hands found themselves on the sides of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss. It took several moments before your lips finally separated, gasping for air.
Distant footsteps sounded from the other end of the hallway, and your panicked eyes met cool sapphires. “Shit!” You whisper-shouted, adjusting your panties and pulling the skirt of your dress back to its proper place.
Leon fixed his hair as you both quickly made sure to hide any evidence of your hallway fornication. You managed to fix your lipstick as a curious figure poked his head at you two. “Hey, did you two hear that scream?” He asked eyebrows high on his forehead.
You stammered to find a response, but your boyfriend stepped in. “Nope, must’ve been a ghost.” He winked at you. “A really loud ghost.”
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#resident evil#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x y/n#hello hi#it's dangerous to go alone#so take this#thank you justin timberlake for getting me though this fic#amen
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by the wonderfully kind and lovely @coraclavia. If you haven't checked out her work, go do it right now!!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 19
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 354,235
3. What fandoms do you write for? The Rookie!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Beneath Your Beautiful... queue Isn't it ironic by Alanis Morissette 😬
Want You to Stay
However Do You Want Me
One Time Thing
Lucy's Little Secret
5. Do you respond to comments?
I absolutely try to, but sometimes I get behind. Tbh I usually want to respond the minute I see one come in, but don't want to scare anyone lmao. But I read every single one, often multiple times. And you might just get a response from me two years later 😂
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh man... I think this has to be We Built Sandcastles, because I have yet to give it an ending and it hurts me too. I'm so sorry. 😭
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I'm gonna go with However Do You Want Me... what's happier than banging on an airplane to save the world?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really... thankfully, 99.9% of the interaction I've had on my fics has been positive and that's a testament to how wonderfully supportive this fandom is of its creators 😭
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yup... the horny kind? Lol... queue Lovin on Me by Jack Harlow. I am pretty vanilla, and I do usually focus a lot on the emotional aspects over the physical. I also generally prefer writing the foreplay over the actual tactics of banging, but I try.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Lol... well... one time when I was 13 I may have written an AU where Justin Timberlake and Nick Carter were normal boys attending the same high school 😂...
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Thankfully, I don't think so!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don't think so, but any time someone does comment on one of my fics in another language, I am just honored and blown away that they found it entertaining enough to work through the language barrier.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! Want You to Stay with the amazing @poppypickle. I will always be so thankful that the Chenford fandom brought us together, and so grateful for that creative experience. Truly one of the coolest things I've ever done. ❤️
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I think Chenford still holds this crown.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
We Built Sandcastles, but I actually haven't written anything I've truly given up on. I still think about this universe and write down bits and pieces here and there. I'm also still working on Beneath Your Beautiful!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Weird reality TV AUs? Sexual tension? Feelings?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Probably too much exposition / time in the character's heads spelling out their motivations vs. letting readers come to their own conclusions.
I'm not always consciously aware of it in my own writing, but sometimes I suspect I'm a little sappier than what I'd normally I prefer to read.
Also I'm slow and sometimes leave my readers hanging for extremely long periods of time (I'm so sorry).
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Depends on the context, but, for me, I'd have a hard time without a native speaker to consult with. No strong feelings against it though.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
BSB + NSYNC
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I'm going to go with one I haven't mentioned yet, which is Cruel Summer because that fic was utterly batshit, came out of literally nowhere, and was so much fun to write!
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Thanks for the tag, Cora!
I am tagging @poppypickle @queseraone @goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo @rememberthismomentx @thisnightissparkling089 @makeitastrength and @summerongrand (apologies if y'all have already done this and I missed it)!
#chenford fanfic#my asks#see lana ramble#chenford fanfiction#chenford fic#writers ask game#fanfic#fanfiction
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more teen sector v headcanons
a/n: if anyone knows any highschool or even college fics of them plz send them my way i miss them so much :’)
cw: i swear lol , 3x4, 2x5, weed sorry not sorry
- nigel��s basement becomes the new hangout spot for the group
- there are so many consoles, bean bag chairs, and even a pool table. yeah they hook it up real nice B) they still even have that old couch of theirs!
- they meet there pretty frequently after school, always at least one day out of the week. it’s like a second home for them
- nigel’s parents install a ring camera at the door and they all have the app downloaded to see whatever messages are left on there 😭 they always send them in the gc they have together
nigel: wally please stop putting ur mouth on the ring camera. thank you
abby: i told him last week that it was nasty🤦🏽♀️
wally: haters r my motivators
kuki: we are on our way to do it right now!! :D
nigel: not you too kuki….
hoagie: oh yeah not just those two😈
nigel: QUIT PUTTING ALL OF YOUR MOUTHS ON MY CAMERA.
- hoagie is the first to get his license so he’ll give his friends rides pretty often
- he inherits this old beat up van from his aunt. and wow it is UGLY
- oh but of course everyone has to respect his “Betsy” because she’s his beautiful lady
- and if you don’t respect Betsy… well you’re gonna have to walk
- hoagie also treasures Betsy because well that’s where him and abby had their first kiss
- never forget when they all were going to get pizza after school in hoagie’s van and it broke down mid drive
- no like Betsy gave out 2 miles before they got there and everyone was yelling at hoagie to just get rid of the van
- nigel could’ve gotten his license first because he is the oldest but he just never really got the time to because he’s always busy in school
- and yeah they make fun of him because this boy doesn’t even have his permit
- wally gets his license after hoagie, then abby, and then kuki who was a little scary to teach how to drive 😭
- wally being the loving boyfriend he is would try to show her but oh god would his patience run a little thin
- because well he drives a pickup. and kuki hates pickups, at least driving them. she’s a passenger princess when it comes to driving w her bf 🤷🏼♀️
- like the passenger seat is specifically reserved for her bc she’s made it her own
- and well because wally only likes to drive next to her 🤔
- even though they fight over the radio but that’s another story
- speaking of that abby usually always has the aux because this girl has the best fucking music taste 😭
- like she always knows what the group is feeling that day so the right songs are ALWAYS PLAYEDDD
- one day after school they all make a shared spotify album for their car rides
- abby likes r&b and some pop, kuki is a pop girl and just party music, hoagie also really likes r&b and just old classics, and omg is he a tyler the creator dickrider me too, no one ever really knows what nigel listens to but he always knows every song they play, and wally is into rock and nu-metal
- but what always gets everyone hyped is like old justin timberlake for some reason LMFAOOO like My Love Featuring T.I. never fails in that car
- never forget when they hotboxed the absolute SHITTTT out of hoagie’s van LMAO
- well because idk i headcanon wally is a smoker 🤷🏼♀️ not a crazy pothead but you know it helps him relax so why not
- and you know maybe one day he rolled some for his friends on a saturday night when nigel’s parents were out of town
- definition of perfect opportunity ^^^^
- and that was the only way nigel agreed😭he was freaking out over the smell it would make in his house
- kuki had gotten high ONCE before because well she was curious of why her boyfriend liked to do it
- and he didn’t want her to smoke alone or with other people without knowing how she’d react so he made sure she only smoked when they were together that first time
- and yeah she’s a giggler
- so yup the sesh was a little funny because abby’s tolerance was good, she felt so relaxed, kuki is a big laugher so everything becomes funny, hoagie becomes a TALKER OH MY GOD he does not stop talking and nigel FINALLY RELAXES
- he was the most hesitant which is funny because after he starts regularly asking if they can have a sesh after school he feels like a bad boy it’s really funny
- i mean, he’s in charge of EVERYTHING at school and he’s an all honors kid🤷🏼♀️and lizzie just drives his ass crazy. he needs to de-stress somehow
- their usual thing to do is get high and watch movies in the basement. oh and food is always ordered no matter what time it is😭those 5 can EAT
- the 711 runs after are always the best
- sometimes they run into people from school at 711 and those people always kind of envy the friendship the 5 have
- they stayed close from elementary through middle and all the way to highschool. no one ever said anything to them but, lots of people admired the bond they had for all being so different
- wally is well respected in school, not because he’s a bully like how he used to be, but because he’s cool if you are. if you leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. if you don’t mess with his friends ESPECIALLY his girlfriend, ur fine. but get on his nerves? and ur screwed
- not only is he respected bc of that but because he’s the school’s best soccer player. no one could really pick on him, he was strong, he had gotten diagnosed with adhd and dyslexia so finally was able to maintain his grades (people finally stopped calling him dumb) he was cool as long as you are, and he just grew up (especially in height that boy got TALL)
- he learned how to maintain his anger too because of his lovely girlfriend , kuki sanban!
- Gallagher High’s sweetheart. she was smart, pretty, SO WELL RESPECTED, and a social butterfly. you could NOT hate kuki sanban, maybe out of jealousy, but never for any other reason
- she tutored underclassmen, participated so much in school events, and was a cheerleader. none of that ever got to her head though, she was still the same sweetheart everyone knew in elementary
- but she’s also another one that is only cool if you are. if you mess with her, her friends, her boyfriend, or her little sister? she will not give you the time of day
- wally taught her how to defend herself better while she taught him how to better control his anger. yeah they’re cute (i love them so much can you tell???)
- hoagie is the school’s pretty quiet boy. he’s an ambivert. he seems very introverted at first but once you become his friend , that boy is social! he’s also in band but he’s those really cool band kids everyones friends with
- people also FINALLY started thinking he was funny too. he and wally pull pranks in school all of the time
- some people called him a nerd and would make fun of him but wally got that all to end and people started giving him a chance
- he’s a dnd player i don’t make the rules
- everyone meet dnd club’s president hoagie gilligan🫡
- lots of people had crushes on him but his eyes only stayed focused on one girl, abby lincoln :)
- everyone loved abby, everyone had always liked her since elementary school! she was kind and just fucking COOLLL she’s a badass
- everyone knows abby in school and abby knows everyone. she could befriend anyone no matter what “clique” people thought you belonged to
- she’s on the schools track team and WOW is she good
- the group always goes to support her at her track meets :’) she is definitely someone to watch
- she gets offered lots of scholarships because of track. when i tell you she’s good, SHE IS GOOD!
- and lastly we have our nigel uno! the silent cool guy
- no really, everyone knows him, but unlike abby, he does not know everyone 😭 he’s kind of just focused on his goals and his friends
- when highschool first started, people liked to pick on him for doing so much at school and being a perfectionist. but then people actually got to the know the kid and he was a cool guy
- and when rumor spread that someone saw THE nigel uno high at 711 with his friends, people knew there was more than just a strict/un-fun layer to him
- he was the grade’s class president and actually handled his stuff pretty well. he knew wrong from right and when there were good and bad times for things. he was so well respected by teachers and his fellow other geeks
- and well people kind of dug his british accent LMFAOAOAOA
- he gets confused when popular kids nod their head to him or fist bump him but he doesn’t question it. he thinks no one knows him but they all really do
- and plus. you couldn’t be in a friend group with the other 4 and not be admired in some way. when i tell you the school all knew their iconic group, i mean it
- in a place with petty drama and rumors, people wanted what those 5 had. a real bond and love for eachother
#cknd#knd#codename kids next door#kids next door#STOP THE GKND#gknd#galactic kids next door#nigel uno#numbuh 1#hoagie gilligan#numbuh 2#kuki sanban#numbuh 3#wallabee beetles#wally beetles#numbuh 4#abigail lincoln#abby lincoln#numbuh 5#knd headcanons#knd au#knd fanart#kuki knd#sector v#dcfdtl
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500 Followers Playlist Starter Pack: The Genshin Impact Version!
Thank you so much!!! As I said in the Twisted Wonderland version of this post, I'm afraid I don't have time to do a full event (Christmas and all that jazz) but I did want to say thank you to everyone. Since I have a habit of listening to music while writing, I used few songs (I aimed for four each but didn't always make it) from my playlists to form sort of a starter pack under the cut! Again, thank you so much!!!
(NOTE: The links go to Youtube. Songs only for characters I have written [though the fic may not yet be posted]!)
Twisted Wonderland Playlist Starter Pack
Venti:
Tubthumping - Chumbawamba (cursing)
Fly Away - TheFatRat & Anjulie
Scalliwag - Gaelic Storm
Run - Jasmine Thompson
Kaeya:
Honey Whiskey - Nothing But Thieves
Skeletons - Dihaj
Night Moves - Lissie
Break The Ice - Britney Spears
Diluc:
Going Crazy - Goo Goo Dolls (cursing)
Natural - Imagine Dragons
I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
Life After You - Daughtry
Zhongli:
Centuries - Fall Out Boy
House of Memories - Panic At the Disco
Pompeii - Bastille
Yours Forever (Reprise) - Phillipa Soo & Conrad Ricamora (From Over The Moon film)
Xiao:
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross
Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams (From Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron film)
All The King’s Horses - Karmina
My Demons - Starset
Baizhu:
Icarus - Bastille
Cure For Me - AURORA
Die For You - The Weeknd
Kamisato Ayato:
Feeling Good - Michael Buble
Million Dollar Baby - Ava Max
Fan Behavior - Issac Dunbar
The Greatest - Sia
Arataki Itto:
All Star - Smash Mouth
I Like it, I Love it - Tim McGraw
Let’s Get it Started - Black Eyed Peas
Good Time - Owl City & Carly Rae Jepsen
Thoma
Safe and Sound - Capital Cities
Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Our Song - Taylor Swift
Fallin For You - Colbie Caillat
Kazuha:
I’m Like a Bird - Nelly Furtado
North Star - Tyler Shaw
Butterfly - SMiLE.dk
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant
Heizou:
Sherlock (CLUE + NOTE) - SHINee
I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany
Troublemaker - Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida)
Alhaitham:
Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa
(This Ain’t) No Thinkin Thing - Trace Adkins
DJ Gimi-O Habibi Albanian Remix (Slowed and Reverb) - Ricky Rich
4 Minutes - Madonna, Justin Timberlake, & Timbaland
Kaveh:
Treat Her Like a Lady - The Temptations
There Was Sun - Nothing But Thieves
Let’s Stay Together - Al Green
Money, Money, Money - ABBA
Cyno:
Never Give Up - Sia
Arabian Nights - Will Smith (Disney Aladdin 2019)
Desert Rose - Sting & Cheb Mami
Whenever, Wherever - Shakira
Wanderer:
How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox Twenty
17 Crimes - AFI
Please, Don’t Leave me - P!nk
Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
Neuvillette:
Love Story - Indila
Don’t Turn Around - Ace of Base
Here Comes the Rain Again - Eurythmics
Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish
Wriothesley:
Bones - Imagine Dragons
Warriors - Imagine Dragons
Daydream - The Aces
Animal - Neon Trees
Il Dottore;
Black Sea - Natasha Blume
The Wolf - SIAMES
Everything Black - UNLIKE PLUTO & Mike Taylor
One Hell of a Team - AmaLee & Divide Music
Childe:
Rasputin - Boney M.
Irresistible - Fall Out Boy
Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift
Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy
Dainsleif:
You and I - PVRIS
Never Really Over - Katy Perry
Die For You - Starset
Willow - Jasmine Thompson
#Genshin Impact#Genshin#500 followers#playlist#it-happened-one-fic#Venti#Kaeya#kaeya alberich#Diluc#diluc ragnvindr#Zhongli#Xiao#Baizhu#Kamisato Ayato#Ayato#Arataki Itto#Itto#kaedehara kazuha#Kazuha#Thoma#shikanoin heizou#Heizou#Alhaitham#Kaveh#Cyno#Wanderer#Scaramouche#Neuvillette#wriothesley#Dottore
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I just want to say though thank you for writing ILM and all your other DBD fics. I don't think i can truly articulate just how spectacular the writing is and the impact they've had on me and countless others. My friends and i joke that ILM changed our brain chemistry, and the truth is that they're right.
The way you write about human emotions and experience even in an uncontested hellscape is unparalleled. The way the fear of pain and death never truly goes away, the knowledge that you know you're going to suffer but still hoping that maybe this time will be different - it is entirely what people are made up of. Of hope and determination and courage.
The moments of levity in a world made to cause the utmost of despair. The care and love, and how persistence can win out.
I also adore how you unabashedly show the killers how they are. They're human - the good ones still have their flaws. Susie is bratty, Joey indecisive, Philip self loathing. On the flip side horrible people can have desirable/good traits. The doctor is genius, the trapper unrelenting, the nightmare (fuck you freddy) creative.
The way the core facets of their personality stay the same no matter what is something so many people (myself included) can struggle with - you may want a character to act a certain way for the plot, but that is not how the character would act. The balancing act of telling a story that you want to portray vs the reality of characters being utmost true to themselves is a harsh one, but one you seamlessly pull off.
How you do things - the prose, the plot, the insights.. it really is like a movie. The emotional high and lows, dealing with such fantastical elements yet remaining so realistic, entrenching your reader so it feels like they are almost living in the characters skin, experiencing what they are. It's incredible dude. It's really, really fucking incredible.
I've only recently gotten back into playing DBD after like a 3 year break from the game, but i still use ILM as canon in my head. I think about how the new characters would fit in there, the dynamics, the jokes - Leon clinging to Tapp as a Familiar Figure (Older Cop), Vittorio depending on Adam to translate for him because while traversing the fog has taught him many things it has not granted him modern language proficiency and Adam is the only one who knows Latin, Feng getting to have a Jane Romero moment with Yun-Jin and Trickster (imagine Justin Timberblake killing you).
Or alternatively their grim faces at the news of certain peoples disappearance knowing that statistically it'll probably be okay - but fuck man, what if it's not? (Felix, Haddie, Mikaela, Zarina, and Nicolas Goddamn Cage would definitely be reported missing. I think the joke 'Nicolas Cage got taken by the entity' conspiracy theory unknowingly being 100% right is hilarious.)
This fic lives in my head rent free and has done so for years, and i cannot thank you enough for writing it. Sorry this is so long, i just really, really appreciate everything you've written and done.
So so extraordinarily sweet of you to say! I don’t know how to respond, except to say it means so much to me you feel that way and joke about it with your friends.
I’m deeply proud of that fic and my others and how they turned out, and that people found them meaningful. I’m a writer, so it’s always good to hear the works was, well, good. Well done. But it means even more to know they meant something to someone.
Also, ‘imagine Justin Timberlake killing you’ shot me like a lame horse absolutely losing it at the metaphor. 🤣 The survivors getting the experience Legion got running into Jane the first time (or, the ones from late enough to know him. Imagine being killed by Justin Timberlake while your best friend goes ‘Who?!??? That guy’s famous???’)
#ask#anonymous#in living memory (fic)#dead by daylight#in living memory#seriously thank you. this kind of message always means more to me than I know well how to say#if you’re reading New Dawn Fades I hope you enjoy where it goes
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WIP Folder
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have wips. this isn’t just for writing either. sketch titles? comics? dnd campaigns? if you have an unfinished project, it counts!!
Tagged by @thnxforknowingme and @katyobsesses thank you so much both for tagging me!! This is such a fun idea omg.
Okay so here is the contents of my fic WIP folder:
Bring Me To Life
Echoes of You V2
Fringe AU
Handmaid's Tale AU
IWOAK one-shot
Klaine Ds PWP
Klaine Historical AU
Klaine+Kurtbastian Open Relationship
The Hazards of Love 3
Wert Dead Blaine
Wert S6 AU
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Note: Some of these are more just an initial idea than something I started writing
And here is the contents of my gif WIP folder:
Alignments
How Will I Know
Sebastian + Justin Timberlake
Tinder
Usergif Back to Cool Week 4 - Typography - ****
Usergif Back to Cool Week 5 - Growth - ****
Note: the Back to Cool gifests are finished and have full names, but I'm not giving them away!! I might be willing to give a hint if something asks though ;)
I'm not tagging 18 people lmao, I'll do 6 because that's how many are in my gif WIP folder. Sorry if you've already been tagged, and no pressure if you don't want to do this! Gonna get some not-exclusively-writers in the mix too so you can talk about your gifs and art as well :)
@esperantoauthor @blurglesmurfklaine @justgleekout @tuiyla @md-drawz @uselessfanfictions
#tagged#tag game#mine#thnxforknowingme#katyobsesses#esperantoauthor#blurglesmurfklaine#justgleekout#tuiyla#md-drawz#uselessfanfictions
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Oh please do Jo, I would love to hear some of your angst ideas, it would mean the world to me bcoz I really wanna join the collab especially when it is coming from you, one of my fav writers 😩💕 I'm not much of a writer myself so I might draw it instead. Thank u Jo! Best wishes and good luck!
I’ve been switching back and forth between doing Bakugou or Kirishima for this collab. I still haven’t fully decided and I’ll probably finish off some Kinktober pieces before I actually decide/start but I’m definitely planning on doing something like unrequited love/anti-soulmates because for me personally that kinda angst cuts deepest for me.
1) Other ideas I was thinking about are those fics where both characters are mutually pining for each other but have absolutely no idea and never get to confess. So like Pro-Hero Bakugou being completely and unequivocally in love with you, you’re just as in love with him but you end up moving away for work and he doesn’t have the balls to stop you. He just lets you go. Even though Kirishima is telling him to go and stop you, to confess to you that he loves you he just.. can’t bring himself to do it. Of course now you’re gone there’s literally no one else he’d rather have so he just stays alone. When you come back months/years later Bakugou has to see you engaged/married to someone else.
2) Everyone knows my favourite AUs are apocalypse AUs so imagine being separated from Bakugou during a struggle with another camp/zombies/creatures and you have absolutely no idea whether he’s dead or alive. Spending months believing that if he was alive he would have found you, slowly giving up hope. Maybe it ends just as you’ve given up completely and Bakugou finds you but it’s already too late…
3) Or Bakugou gets bitten by a zombie trying to protect you and he tries to cover it up/conceal it so you have no idea. Until you have to watch him turn before your very eyes.
4) Imagine that sadness/loneliness of someone falling out of love with you? Trying desperately to ignore the change in your partner as they begin to stop doing things that were so effortless before. The subtle avoidance that you’re both trying to dance around and avoid talking about because neither of you want to admit it’s over.
5) Similar to my ghost!Bakugou fic but imagine Bakugou dies before ever getting the chance to tell you that he loves you and he can’t pass on so instead he spends his days with you inside your home. Maybe he has to watch you dating other men? Or trying to live your life as though he didn’t even exist? Like you never even wanted him… and he’s just stuck there because he’s still completely in love with you. Or maybe you were in love with him too but you never told each other so you’re both completely alone and you have no idea that he’s still there with you.
6) A dystopian world like in that Justin Timberlake film In Time where you have like a life-clock and you buy time through working, and your clock is about to run out but Bakugou is trying to find you to give you some of his time. Maybe he finds you in time, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he gives you his time so his clock runs out? 
7) Finding your soulmate, but not being in love with them? Noticing all their bad characteristics but you stay with them because you’re determined things will work out.
8) Guardian Angel!Kirishima who is tasked to protect you at any costs. But he falls in love with you, even though he knows it’s impossible to be with you.
9) Or you’re a Guardian Angel and you fall in love with a Demon? And you get banished from heaven because of it, cursed to live in purgatory on Earth.
10) Giving up their life to save yours… you have no idea that they’re in love with you or that they’ve made the sacrifice until it’s too late.
11) Finding your soulmate but being terrified of them? Like you’ve spent your entire life dreaming about your soulmate, you finally find Bakugou and you’re just wondering how your soulmates? And it hurts him too because he’s never believed in soulmates until he found you and now he’s got you, you can’t bare to be with him.
12) You’re so completely in love with Bakugou, who doesn’t give a fuck about you and Kirishima has to watch you pine over his best friend when he’s in love with you—
13) Mafia AU where you were dating Hawks/Dabi/someone but you get kidnapped by the other side, maybe Bakugou or Shindou, to be used as leverage... You end up falling for the “enemy” and you don’t want to go back and it ends up being a gang war?
14) That soulmate trope where soulmates can feel each other’s pain. You end up feeling pain every time Kirishima is in a fight because he’s a Pro-Hero, but obviously he’s concerned over you when the slightest things happen (like even when you stub your toe he’s worried you’re hurt) … until one day Kirishima is in battle with a villain and he’s losing so you have to feel the pain of him dying…
#here are a few that might help Anon!#I got more so if there’s a particular character you wanna write#or a theme just lemme know we can brainstorm together!#fic ideas#fic inspo#inspo#angst ideas#frozen hearts collab
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I’m Bringing Sexy Back (To Regency England) - Immortal Heart Society
So this happened because I referred to new series IHS’s baddie Lord Montague as ‘Lord Timberlake’ due to the coiffuring similarities and it made @aquagirl1978 LOL and she made me this:
See how alike they look though?! I’m not crazy.
Literally no one in the world wants this fic, and it’s just stupid, but I had a giggle writing it, so 😆 Also, I genuinely know nothing about JT, if any of you are superfans and I’m way off, it’s just a bit of fun, no ill intent or offence meant 💕
Also it’s just in time for all the good old memes... (At the end if anyone needs a ref point)
Word Count ~3500 (yeah, I’ve gone off)
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In the grandiose but soulless marble bathroom of the Boston penthouse, Justin squeezed his eyes tight-shut, splashing his face with frigid water. He inhaled sharply as the moisture hit his skin, opening his eyes and staring intently at the reflection mirrored back at him. It had been quite a night so far. He’d been courted by ‘The Society’ for a couple of months now and on receiving their latest invite, he had finally acquiesced. Over the course of the evening he’d exchanged pleasantries and mingled with a fusion of intriguing individuals - all very different, very separate people, but all who clearly had gotten the memo: convince him to join. Justin suspected before he arrived, from the exclusive address on the invite alone, the sort of members The Society would have on its roster and he wasn’t surprised - even if most of them were no more than masked silhouettes. Initially when he had exited the elevator and caught sight of all those shaded faces, Justin’s heart stuttered: had he inadvertently accepted an invite to some sort of sexy party? How would he explain this one? ‘Hey Honey - funny story...’ But it didn’t take long to deduce that the disguises were all part of the prestige and served as identity protection rather than a conduit to anyone having any real sort of fun.
The mixer itself had been entertaining enough, but the hushed secrets shared in the drawing room were what had piqued his interested and saw him hiding in the restroom searching his own soul for answers. He’d been trading anecdotes with a handful of members before he was interrupter by a well dressed blonde and ushered through a side door, where he was greeted with a firm handshake by one of the top men within the society (apparently), Richard - Something. Initially Justin had smiled but internally rolled his eyes as he considered how these shady types only ever give out their first names - and how that felt particularly unfair when everyone here knew fine well what his surname was... Richard was perfectly charming and charismatic - in the same faux-caring, calculating way politicians are as they try to snare floating voters. His smile was bright and his words were warm, but his eyes were a stark contrast. The Society’s hoi-polloi were obviously deemed to have played their part in warming him up and now Richard was here to give him the hard-sell: and sell he did.
And at first, it sounded relatively normal. At first. Until Richard started with tall tales of how society members held all of the power in the world through power stones. Initially Justin got to his feet and scoffed - weren’t crystals just for spa days and hippies? This had to be a set up. He scanned the room looking for any clue of a hidden camera, Ashton Kutcher’s sneakers showing from behind a curtain perhaps - but nothing. It all sounded truly ridiculous, but as Richard stood, laying a firm hand on Justin’s shoulder, directing him towards a plush chair, pouring him two fingers of whisky, something held him; fascinated him. Stopped him from barging straight out of the room. Justin observed in silence as Richard thumbed through various documents, showing him photographs, pulling up search data online... Explaining. Convincing. Persuading. Justin didn’t trust the suave smarmy suit as far as he could throw him, but the more Richard divulged of the spiderweb of societal involvement in major global events and current affairs, the more sense it made... And in spite of himself, Justin started to succumb to this strange reality. Every word out of Clever Dick’s mouth was revelational, peeling away one layer after another, after another, until Justin’s mind was blown; his brain hurt the same way it did the first time he watched Inception. He couldn’t bend his mind around why Richard was telling him all this, or why a collective more powerful than The Walt Disney Company would want a musician to join their ranks? Richard shrugged coolly as he continued to play for Justin’s buy in, simply smiling and saying that, as a big pop star, it would be quid pro quo - a very mutually beneficial arrangement. The society had access to the best labels, the best A&R departments, they could get Justin as much airplay, fame and publicity as he wanted.
Justin couldn’t deny it sounded appealing - but what did they want in return? So far it was all ‘quid’ and no ‘quo’. He had to ask. Even the easy, practiced grin on Richard’s face couldn’t offset the glint of ice in his dark eyes and menace in his voice that chilled Justin’s blood.
“Justin, come! Everyone knows that music is what shapes the youth of today! The influence wielded by artists, the loyalty inspired by them, their marketability, it’s simply insurmountable! Think about it, dear boy? If The Society control the music, they control the populace.”
Justin cleared his throat as he sized himself up, readjusting his skinny black tie and squaring his shoulders. Richard must be insane. The Society’s logic was fatally flawed: they couldn’t seriously think that it was possible control the entire world’s population through having a singer in their ranks? It was infeasible. Impossible. But what they were offering him in exchange? Now, that was a very attractive proposition indeed. If he agreed to join, and got all of that out of it, it would be worth it? The Society would surely realise at some point that they couldn’t rule the world through the power of song? Yes, the power of a one-line harmony had already been proven by McDonald’s to sell a shit-tonne of burgers - and while it was a pretty convincing argument, selling fast-food to hungry people was one thing - but full-scale global domination?? That was something else entirely. But if he could ride along on their coat-tails and reap all the benefits until they realised just how crazy that idea had been in the first place...
—- two years later —-
Cash carded his hand through his dark hair, exasperated as he listened to Alana’s latest report, “You all understand that Timberlake is completely out of control, yes?”
Emilio grunted flatly as his head fell into his crossed arms on the table like a five year old ready to play heads-down-thumbs-up, “Yeeeeees.”
Cash bristled further as he looked to Rafe and Kiran for their input, both simply nodding back at him as though to say, ‘yes, we know.’
Alana looked down at her phone, worrying her full bottom lip between her teeth, “It’s worse than you think though, Cash.”
He was instantly on his feet staring at her, Rafe and Kiran leaned forward and Emilio raised one weary brow from his slumped pose, concern evident on all their faces.
Kiran was first to speak, “Alana how can it be worse? Richard’s vanished off the face of the earth. Justin’s last billboard count had him go multi-platinum - again, and his lyrics are becoming...”
Rafe offered flatly, “Odd.” He stood, cracked his neck from side to side and headed towards the small stove, absentmindedly filling a saucepan with water and a packet of instant noodles.
Cash shook his head at Rafe then turned back to glower at the rest of the Inner Circle, “Thank you all for the recap. It’s bleak, we know. Alana?”
Green eyes fixed the room as Alana cleared her throat and mouthed, “One hundred and ninety-four.”
Dumbfounded silence filled the room; jaws hung slack. Until Kiran broke the spell, a spluttering cough turning into an uncomfortable laugh, “One hundred and ninety-four what? Because I know you definitely can’t mean stones. We know the exactly location of over fifty percent of them? They’re safe?”
Rafe, back at the table with his ramen by now, paled as Alana shook her head at a loss for words, red curls bouncing around her shoulders, “How is that possible?”
Alana threw her hands in the air, confessing “I honestly don’t know. But he has ones that we knew the location of, and more besides.”
Cash paced the room, clearly agitated as he cursed and barked,
“That’s every stone in existence, except ours and one other.”
Alana puffed out her cheeks before huffing out the breath sharply, “Correct. He has the lot, excepts ours - and the Garnet.”
Emilio’s hand slid under his shirt, a double-check to be sure his Alexandrite remained firmly on the chain hidden beneath the dark fabric, fiddling with it like a child with a comfort blanket as he spoke, “I- I just don’t understand. How? How did he get so many without us knowing?”
Rafe shrugged as he shovelled a spoonful of noodles into his mouth and chewed thoroughly before answering, “Richard’s protege. His pet project. Nothing surprises me when he’s involved. Everything he touches gets tarnished.”
Alana sighed sadly, “Justin seemed like such a sweet guy when he first joined. I really liked him. I thought he could have been part of our Inner Circle someday.”
Rafe shot her a rueful smile before looking down into the noodles, “Same. He changed. Fast.” Coiling his fork in a thick helping, he swung them into his mouth without ceremony.
Cash pinched the bridge of his nose, stopping pacing for long enough to stare and snap at Rafe,
“What is it with you and those blasted ramen noodles??”
Rafe shook his head silently as though to say, ‘I don’t know’: he wasn’t entirely sure why, but every time someone mentioned Timberlake, he couldn’t stop himself from carb-loading. All he wanted a big bowl of ramen in his belly and he couldn’t think about anything else until he was full of noodley-goodness. He’d eaten more instant ramen in the past couple of years than he did during college, and that was saying something.
Kiran cut through the atmosphere between the two men, venturing, “So how are we going to shut him down?”
—-
Richard had been missing for months, and although all trails had gone cold and no one was one hundred percent clear on what had happened to him, there was very strong suspicion within the group of five that Justin had something to do with it. How else had he managed to acquire almost every power stone in existence? He must have dispensed of Richard and taken them for himself - there really didn’t seem, to be any other explanation. The Inner Circle had been aware that Richard was hoarding stones, but his haul had escalated significantly and quickly with Justin by his side - at the Circle’s last count maybe six to eight months ago, Richard only had sixty-five stones in his custody. The dirty duo had been busy.
Emilio shuddered solemnly as he thought about what must have happened to the rightful owners of those stones. He was at the tower with the Inner Circle, minus Cash. Cash would arrive soon, bringing Justin to the table with him. Creating a rouse of support, and then double-crossing him to recover the power stones had been deemed the only feasible plan. Emilio watched the rest of the group: Rafe stirring at a saucepan at the small kitchen set up, Kiran flipping aimlessly though a fashion magazine and Alana tapping at her cellphone. They were all feeling nervous about this, the stakes had never been so high. He scrubbed his brow as he ran through the various scenarios of what could possibly happen with Cash and Justin arrived.
He didn’t have long to wait as the door opened and laughter reverberated around the room. Cash was manoeuvring Timberlake expertly, and Justin seemed to be lapping up everything he said. A round of smiles and handshakes later everyone sat around the table, eyes expectantly on Cash.
“Justin, firstly, thank you for joining the group here today. As you know, with Richard... Let’s say, elsewhere. I’ve been standing in as the ‘interim leader’. And I’ll be frank, Justin, I always thought it would be for me, but it’s not. And it takes a lot for me to admit that. I can do the decision-making, the negotiations, but what I cannot abide is dealing with attitudes and egos all day long.”
Rafe chortled, “He thinks he should be the only one allowed an attitude and an ego!”
Justin grinned and visibly relaxed within the larger group.
Clearing his throat irately, Cash gestured towards Rafe, “Exactly what I’m talking about. Justin, my calling doesn’t lie in leading The Society. I am more interested in having a less ’public facing position’ shall we say, where I can really put my true talents to use. And that’s why I invited you to sit with us today, Justin.’
Timberlake nodded enthusiastically, “ I see.”
Cash stood, wearing a trail in the carpet as he walked back and forth,
“What are your goals, Justin? We understand you must be distraught about Richard’s disappearance, you two seemed close. Do you have aspirations for The Society’s Leadership? We’ve been observing you for some time, and feel that we could all benefit each other within this little group, everyone here wants to progress and wants ‘more’. And we feel like you may have some ideas that could help us all to achieve just that.”
Justin leaned back in his chair observing the group sat around the table. Of course he knew what his goals were. He’d never really considered leadership of The Society until recently - his mind had been consumed with his plan for ultimate pop domination over the past two years. And he’d progressed so far that it was within his grasp - and that was when he and Richard had begun to clash. Badly. Richard’s vision was so- So limited. He couldn’t see Justin’s potential past being a Society tool used to control the public. Justin knew his worth, he was more than a tool for Richard to implement as he saw fit. He felt the anger bubble inside him as he recalled the final fight with Richard. They could have controlled the entire world together: why couldn’t Richard have seen that? Why couldn’t he have got on board with Justin’s plans? As he sized up the twelve eyes watching him, he thought about the dozens of power stones locked securely in the safe in his apartment: these people could see his strength. His power. His star ascending. He leaned forward, his decision made,
“I have acquired many power stones and my plan is, to use our time-travelling abilities to go back in time and wipe other pop stars from existence, so that I am the single biggest pop star in the world today. Then with my influence, The Society will control everything. We, friends, will control the world.”
Alana and Kiran eyeballed each other as the men nodded at Justin.
Kiran interjected,
“There’s no doubt that The Society would benefit from that sort of influence, but what about all of the damage that would be done to culture and humanity without artists?”
Justin looked confused as he stared at her, “But they’d still have me?”
Kiran chewed the statement over before asking, “And who are you going after? Are we talking about Elvis? The Beatles? Frank Sinatra?”
Justin waved a hand as though he’d practiced this very conversation in the mirror a hundred times, “No, no. Only today’s artists. I can’t disrupt anyone who directly or indirectly influenced my career. Butterfly Effect and all.”
The Inner Circle nodded sagely as Justin continued, “And when my plan is complete, who, I ask you, will be the biggest pop star in the world??”
Alana glanced up grimacing, “I don’t know Justin, I mean Lady Gaga is pretty huge? Iconic, even.”
Emilio shook his head, “Right now, Ariana Grande’s the biggest artist in the world, I read it somewhere.”
Justin fixed them both with an affronted stare, “But think about it, if none of them ever existed... Then who would be the biggest pop star in the world?”
Alana and Emilio exchanged a world-weary glance as Justin cackled, “Guess what? It’s gonna be me.”
Rafe scrunched his nose, confused, speaking through a mouthful of ramen, “May? What? Are the Emmy’s not always in September?”
Cash shotshim a withering glance before grinning at Justin, “You’ve thought a lot about his haven’t you?”
Justin, visibly flattered, shrugged off Cash’s praise, “Just a little.”
Cash leaned towards Justin conspiratorially, “So tell us, what more do you need to make your dreams a reality, and how could we, as a group, facilitate that?”
—-
Over the next few weeks the Inner Circle had planned for two consecutive missions. One intricate scheme with Justin, that involved him travelling back over two hundred years to Regency England to secure the Garnet power stone from a Lady Foxworthy. And their own private secondary mission that involved luring Justin back to Regency England where there was no power stone to be found.
When the day to venture back in time arrived, Justin paraded around the tower preening in the mirror at his era-appropriate garb. Kiran had stitched it to perfection, a beautifully embroidered waistcoat over his cravat, fitted cream pants and a midnight blue, velvet long-tailed coat that really made his eyes pop. Rafe let out a low whistle, winking at Justin’s reflection in the mirror, “Looking sharp! Nice work Kiran.” This look was a definitely a step up from double denim!
Kiran moved around Justin turning him, dusting down his shoulders, “Oh hold up, you have a thread. Let me just get that for you. Can’t have you looking less than perfect!” She reached for her scissors and touched the back of his jacket whilst swiftly clipping a tuft of hair from the back of his head.
The corners of Cash’s mouth quirked upwards at her almost imperceptibly as he spoke, “Very elegant, good Sir. You look quite the part.”
Justin gave Cash a delighted twirl to show off his new threads before performing a low, sweeping bow - completely unaware of his missing locks - speaking in a haughty-sounding English accent, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Tarkhan, I am Lord Timberlake.”
Alana had to swig at a cup of water to stop herself from bursting into peals of laughter, it was like the only English person he’d ever heard speak before was Queen Elizabeth herself! Cash raised an eyebrow in her direction before addressing Justin, “You’re definitely comfortable travelling back alone, because it would only take Alana here a few minutes to change into something suitable and accompany you?”
Justin waved a hand dismissing the suggestion, quite honestly he didn’t want anyone cramping his style. It wasn’t Justin’s first time in Regency England - when he and Richard had travelled there previously he’d had a ball. He had exactly eight hours to get there, get the Garnet, have some fun in a previous era and get back - and then. Then a whole new era would begin. His era... Leader of the most powerful Society in the world and the biggest pop star in history. Justin grinned as he stepped forward, placing his hands around the ornate pocket watch and beginning the arcane chant to begin his voyage through time. The rest of the Inner Circle joined the chant, turning back the clocks within the tower as Justin’s world started to blur at the edges, drifting backwards through two hundred years of history.
After Justin was gone, a series of stealthy grins were exchanged around the group. Emilio breathed a sigh of relief, “We did it.”
Kiran tossed the little velvet bag with Justin’s hair inside to Cash - their insurance policy, should he need to be dealt with ‘more permanently’ at a later date. Today’s plan didn’t involve the singer being turned into a surprised-looking statue, just giving him an extended stay in Regency England instead... The garnet wasn’t there - in fact, there were no stones left there. It was common knowledge within the Inner Circle where the garnet was: firmly on the finger of Richard’s blissfully unaware and estranged daughter - passed down by his long-missing wife. A point that Timberlake was sadly remiss of: they all had banked on Richard never disclosing a topic so sore as his failure as a father out of pure pride and vanity - and they’d been correct...
Now there was nothing more to do than wind all the clocks back to the correct time, then sit and wait until Justin would try to get back.
—-
Seven and three-quarter hours later, the group within the tower saw a blurry portal loom in the corner of the room. Suddenly alert, they listened intently as Justin’s voice crackled through,
“Rafe, Cash, guys! Are you there? Help me! I can’t... I can’t get back! Alana?? The ritual, it’s not working, I’m not fading back through??”
Cash drawled as he examined his fingernails, looking thoroughly bored,
“Ah, so our little ritual worked then. Good to know.”
The passage through time became narrower and narrow as a sickening realisation suckerpunched Justin, panic rising like bile in his throat, “You... You did this on purpose!! You screwed me over!! You bastards!!!!”
As the portal flickered and shrunk to no more than a pinhole, echoes of the roars of their names reverberated around the room, until the gap sealed itself trapping Lord Timberlake in Regency England for ever more. Silence settled over the tower for a few moments, until Rafe glanced up at the rest of the group thorough his sweeping fringe, a smirk slowly stretching from ear to ear as he shrugs,
“Cry me a river...”
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Happy 2.5K!!!
What’s good hotties!! CAN YOU BELIEVE WE MADE IT TO 2.5K??? That’s some hot girl, pretty bitch, shit right there 🥵
I’m so very very very grateful that y’all fuck with me so heavy :’) I dont even know what I did to deserve your support. Even when I get discouraged, y’all’s comments and overall genuine encouragment makes me wanna go hard, so I thank you for that. I know I say it a lot, but I love y’all deep. Truly. Honestly.
I know I dropped a fic when I passed the 2k mark, but it was honestly just a place holder. I’ve been working hard to crank out most of your requests before dropping this. To the last six I have left, I havent forgotten you! I hope y’all can forgive me for being slow. My pea-sized brain is 90% of the time empty so getting my one brain cell to work was a trip LMAO
Enough rambling! For this event, I’ve listed 10 charcters and 25 songs down below. I’ve decided to switch over from headcanons to scenario writings (about 600-900 words) unless otherwise requested. The song will encaptulate the vibe of the fic. This is the breakdown:
I will write for first 10 people to request ONE character with TWO songs
I ask for TWO songs, but I will pick your first choice to write for or the second one if the character is different but the song was already chosen
To avoid writing for the same song and character multiple times, as y’all put in requests, I’ll cross the them off and they’ll be unavailable to choose again
I’ll cross them off as fast as possible, but if you choose someone or a song(s) already taken, I’ll ask you to quickly chose again
All requests must come from my inbox! I won’t be looking at my DMs unless I ask you to DM me
All writings will be Character X Reader. Just tell me what kind of relationship you want (romantic or platonic). If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume romantic hehe~
Unless stated, the reader will always be gender neutral :)
Even though all characters will be aged up, I won’t write outright smut for this, but it might get spicy depending on the song. If you don’t want that, just let me know!
That should cover it. Hopefully this goes smoothly lmao. All characters and songs are below the line! We’ll see if I extend it, but for now, 10 characters it is
Thank you guys again for riding with me. Stay pretty and happy, hotties! Muah 💋
with love,
mythicchero ❤️
Characters:
[I picked these based on the top ten most requested bnha characters and those I feel most confident writing]
1. Midoriya Izuku
2. Bakugo Katsuki
3. Todoroki Shouto
4. Kirishima Eijirou
5. Shinsou Hitoshi
6. Sero Hanta
7. Aizawa Shouta
8. Dabi
9. Takami Keigo
10. Kaminari Denki
Songs:
[I literally hit shuffle and wrote it down so don’t flame me for my music taste LMAO]
1. Loyalty by Kendrick Lamar ft. Rihanna
2. Forgive Me by Chloe x Halle
3. Tap In by Saweetie
4. do re mi by Blackbear
5. Pour it Up by Rihanna
6. Got it On Me by Pop Smoke
7. Jealous by Beyoncé
8. Bare Wit Me by Teyana Taylor
9. The Oath (Outro) by 22Gz
10. Toxic by Kehlani
11. Say Cheese by KiDi
12. Can’t Feel my Face by the Weeknd
13. If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys
14. Outro: Tear by BTS
15. Someone Like You by Adele
16. Playing Games by Summer Walker ft. Bryson Tiller
17. PRBLMS by 6LACK
18. Beautiful by Bazzi
19. Best Friend by Young Thug
20. God is a Woman by Ariana Grande
21. Cry Me a River by Justin Timberlake
22. B.I.T.C.H by Megan Thee Stallion
23. HIM by Sam Smith
24. Super Bass by Nicki Minaj
25. Rage by Rico Nasty
#2.5k follower event and celebration!#bnha scenarios#mha scenarios#mythicchero loves you#when i get a real handle on this photoshop shit yall better watch out#but for now i'm proud of this lil edit hehe
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HI SLEEPY!!!! for the fanfic asks: 1. August 2. October 3. Forever :)))
OMG HIIIIII!!! 💜💜
August, are any of your fics associated with certain genres/artists/songs/etc? : YES, actually! My series Here’s to Us (listen to the song here) is based off of song titles, primarily from the band Halestorm, but the first story All That I Am Living For is named after an Evanescence song, Bringing Sexy Back is by Justin Timberlake, and Familiar Taste of Poison is another Halestorm song. The other fics in the series will also follow the same trend. :) The fics themselves are only loosely based on the songs though, since the lyrics often have a different mood than what I was going for, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give them a listen! While writing Sakura, I love playing songs that have powerful female vocals, so there’s a long playlist of music from The Pretty Reckless, Halestorm, Delain, Dorothy, Amaranthe, Within Temptation, and Evanescence.
October, name the darkest or angstiest fic you have written and/or posted? : Ooh... I haven’t really written anything that dark in years, but my latest fic, All That I Am Living For definitely has a lot of angst in it. The darkest thing? That would probably be some of the stuff I wrote way back in the early 2000s. They’re officially for the Beyblade fandom, but I never specified who the characters were or anything about the world, so the stories could fit anywhere. They are Cold and Just Pretend.
Forever, do you balance fic writing with original concept stuff? : I wouldn’t say it’s a balance, not anymore. I used to write only original stuff when I first started writing, but I think that’s mostly because I didn’t know that fanfiction was a thing. After I discovered ffnet in about 2002 or so, I was hooked, and the rest was history. I do have a few original stories in the works though, but I rarely find inspiration for them these days. One of them has been living in my head for about twenty years, and I hope to get it all out eventually. Just not today. They’re very different from my fanfics though, ranging from urban fantasy to high fantasy, and one series that’s just straight up new adult romance. I used to say writing fanfiction was practice for writing original stuff, but I don’t feel that way anymore. I love writing fanfic, and participating in fandom. There’s nothing wrong with it, and it doesn’t make me any less of a writer to be using worlds that someone else created.
Thank you so much for the asks, luv!!! This was really fun. :) 💜💜💜💜
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Suit and Tie (Bakugou x Reader SongFic)
Inspired by Suit and Tie by Justin Timberlake & JAY Z (listen to before or while you read for better enjoyment!)
So I originally wrote and posted this as a Karma x Reader fic on my Quotev but then I realized the rivalry Karma and Asano have is kinda similar to Bakugou and Monoma so I switched a few things around and now there’s this soOoOOoo hope you enjoy ;)
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The night of the school dance. Tonight was supposed to be magical.
You had spent all day with your friends getting your hair and nails done at a fancy salon. You picked out a stunning dress months before the long awaited date. Everything was ready to go from head to toes, except for the person who was going to make your night special.
It wasn't that you didn't have a date, you had a staggering boyfriend who you've been dating all year now. The infamous ash blond who was otherwise known as, Katsuki Bakugou. The only problem was your relationship was practically banned from the school.
Technically the two of you treated your relationship as a secret, but it was no secret to the school. Everybody knew you couldn't keep your hands off each other, especially the boy who wanted you two apart the most. Neito Monoma.
Not only had he forbid you from dating the tempered boy because you were in Class 3-B and he didn't want his 'A Classness' to rub off on you, he also was totally against it because he too had feelings for you. How could he not?
You were like an angel sent from heaven. From those stunning crystal eyes, to your silk like skin, to those perfectly plump lips that revealed that jaw dropping smile of yours. You were always kind to everybody, and you stood up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. You were an angel sent from heaven, and nobody on this world deserved you according to Monoma.
Especially Katsuki Bakugou.
Of course you and Bakugou came to an agreement to just ignore the uptight boy and spend the night with each other, but due to Monoma’s constant pressure to the UA Staff, he was able to annoy convince them to arrange that the A Class sit at their own table in the across the gym while the B Class students had their own reserved tables on the other side.
Your seat unfortunately was placed next to Monoma’s, any attempt to move to the A Class table would result in Monoma making a huge scene which certainly couldn’t happen for the sake of the school dance.
So as your car arrived to the front gates of your school you let a disappointed sigh escape your lips. Your father was well aware of your situation, the past few days have only been a drag of you dreading this event especially after you gave him an hour long rant about the power hungry Monoma.
"I know it's a bummer you can't spend time with your boyfriend but you have to make the best out of it sweetheart.." Your father said softly, looking at you through the rearview mirror. Your (e/c) eyes glanced up to his sadly, a small bit of hope filling up inside you when you saw the thoughtfulness in his eyes, "Spend this night with your friends, you can always see him tomorrow after the dance."
Biting at your lower lip you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you nodded to him, "Y..You're right dad, thanks for the pep talk!"
Your father simply smiled, grabbing your wrist and placing a warm kiss on it before waving you goodbye as you exited the car.
He was right, you could spend a night without Bakugou right? You've done it before! It's just those nights weren't romantic dances that happen only once a year... but you just had to push it aside! You were not about to let your night be ruined by that uptight jerk. Tonight you are going to have fun with your friends.
Pushing forwards you walked with pep in your step down the long walkway to the school's doors. A few people were walking in besides you as the dance started five minutes ago. You were aware of all the eyes on you but you didn't mind at all, being the school's idol practically you were used to this sort of thing.
Honestly you knew how good you looked, and it felt amazing. The dress that adorned your skin was picked out along side your mother, the (f/c) fabric hugging at your curves just right. The dress was a one long sleeve style with flowers that accented the top and bottom of the dress. Your (f/c) nails played with the loose locks of hair that were pinned up in a delicate side bun as you carefully walked up the steps in your heels.
Tonight you felt beautiful, and you knew you looked beautiful. You'd be damned if your night was ruined by some stupid boy.
Just as you were about to push through the doors your actions were stopped when a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you to the side behind one of the large pillars of the entrance. Letting out a small shriek your eyes widened until you were met with mischievous vermillion eyes.
Letting out a small sigh of relief, your lips slowly curved into a smile as you trailed your hands around his waist and pulled him into a hug.
"Funny even in fucking heels you're barely as tall as me.”
In an instant your head whipped up to meet his own, your lips pinching together into that adorable pout he loved so much. "It's not my fault you're like a hundred feet tall you ape!"
Bakugou raised a brow at this, his lips curving into a smirk as he pulled away from your embrace, "Ape huh? That's a new one, Not too shitty though... it sounds rather kinky."
Now along with your pout your cheeks began to flush. The ash blond enjoyed the way you averted your gaze, clearly embarrassed as you always were with his quick quips. It was in this moment he was able to recognize your full beauty in the stunning outfit of yours. From the flowers, to the hair, just everything about it fit you so well.
"You know, you look pretty hot flower girl." Bakugou muttered, his hand suddenly cupping your chin and gently moving it up to face his own.
At his sudden compliment your cheeks began to warm once again, but this time instead of embarrassment you felt butterflies rush through your body as a warm smile danced across your lips.
"You don't look too bad yourself, you stud." You spoke softly, your eyes looking him up and down playfully as a chuckle escaped his lips, his arms bringing you back up against him as your faces neared.
"There's no need to compliment me princess," Bakugou purred against your lips, your body going into a drunken state just begging to smash your lips against his own, "I already know I look damn good."
All it took was one mere centimeter before the two of you shared a sweet kiss for the night, but even that was ruined when you heard a curt cough from beside the two of you. Quickly you jerked away, much to Bakugou’s disappointment, to see Monoma standing there with his arms folded. The glare in his powder blue eyes only intensified once they fell on the ash blond in front of you who glared just as intensely.
"Your classmates are waiting on you (L/n)." Monoma spoke cooly, your gaze lowering once his eyes flicked toward your own.
Seeing Monoma hold out his elbow as a gesture for you to take, you let out a sigh before wrapping your arm around his elbow, "I apologize for holding you guys up Monoma-kun."
The blond haired boy gave one last final glare to the fuming boy beside him before leading you towards the doors to the school.
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For hours you tried so hard to be optimistic. Just like your father said, you tried to hang out with your friends from the other classes but Monoma insisted you stay with him or your own classmates.
It wasn't that you didn't like your own classmates, it's just most of them tended to be uptight brats, the ones that weren’t were all hanging out with the other classes which you sadly couldn’t join. So you spent a remainder of the night in a chair, watching as all the other classes had fun on the dance floor.
Monoma offered to dance with you, but you refused for many reasons which you both were aware of.
"(L/n)-san, I'm heading to the punch table to get a drink and some snacks, would you like me to grab you anything?"
Raising your head up to the blond haired boy before you, your eyes moved back to the floor as you shook your head silently. With slight hesitation and an annoyed sigh, Monoma left you to yourself to go to the table. At least you knew you had a few minutes to himself while his minions flocked to the snobby boy. What a night this turned out to be for you...
Meanwhile, a particular ash blond was fuming on the other side of the gym. Even from the other side of gym Bakugou had a perfect view of you, and between you looking clearly unhappy and that blond haired prick not leaving you the hell alone, Bakugou was far from a good mood.
"Bro, you know (L/n) would never go to Monoma..." Kirishima said reassuringly beside him, the class aware to his obvious hatred towards the boy.
They each tried to cheer him up in their own ways, Midoriya even agreeing to let Bakugou harass him during the night, but it was no use. His gaze never left your form all night long.
"I don't think she's going to leave me for that shitty prick, but seeing her unhappy is pissing me off." Bakugou growled darkly, watching as he stood before you probably asking you to dance yet again.
Kirishima watched as well as Monoma began to walk away from you towards the punch table. Based on the amount of people that came to him, he assumed that the blond haired boy would be preoccupied for awhile. Or at least long enough for Bakugou to snatch you up before Monoma could say no.
"Maybe you should offer her a dance now?" Kirishima suggested, quickly opening his mouth before Bakugou could rebuttal the same excuse he said before, "I know you and (L/n) aren't supposed to be with each other but if you're both dancing in front of the entire school, there's no way Monoma would be able to make a scene without ruining his reputation."
Bakugou’s annoyed glare suddenly vanished at those words, his eyes glancing at your form before looking back to Kirishima. Smirk curling on his smooth lips, Bakugou stood up and shoved the redhead’s shoulder.
"That idea wasn’t half bad shitty hair."
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I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit
Can I show you a few things?
The slow start to the song had you humming, recognizing the song as people began to get up and dance to the apparently requested song from a student. At least if you had to sit here all night you had good music to listen to right?
Lifting up the plastic cup from the table you took a small sip out of it before placing it down and turning back to the dance floor only to be met with a pair of legs.
Blinking owlishly you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend grinning down to you with his hand extended.
Quickly glancing back to the punch table to see Monoma occupied with people, you turned back to Bakugou with a worried expression, "K..Katsuki-kun I can't, if Monoma sees us..."
"When that bastard sees us it'll be too late," Bakugou cut off with a confident smirk as he re-offered his hand to you, "Do you trust me (S/o)?"
Biting at your lip nervously you quickly inhaled before placing your palm in his large calloused one, allowing him to tug you up onto your feet and lead you to the middle dance floor.
Wait a minute, you ready, JT?
Your eyes widened slightly when Bakugou mouthed those words to the song with a goofy grin causing you to burst into giggled before he tugged you up against him, dancing along to the quick beat.
I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going out so hot, just like an oven
And I'll burn myself, but just had to touch it
It's so fly and it's all mine, hey baby...
For a moment you were fairly shocked as Bakugou led you around the dance floor. You knew he was quick on his feet, a very agile fighter at that, but the way he moved with you was almost as if dancing was his second language.
Even with the quick beat of the song he simply carried you with it, all while his vermillion eyes remained on your own.
A small squeak left your lips when he dipped you down as the singer let out the long vowel before he whipped you back to him whispering, "It's all mine," along with the song.
You felt a slight blush reach your cheeks as you smiled bashfully, but it wasn't long before he carried away with his dancing once more.
And we don't mind all the watching, hi
'Cause if they study close, real close, they might learn something
She ain't nothing but a little doozy when she does it
She's so fly tonight
At this point it was painfully aware of the large group of eyes that were on the two of you, even the dancers around you gave the two of you some space forming almost a circle around the two of you.
Honestly you weren't sure if it was because you the Class B idol was dancing with the Class A hothead, or if it was because of the remarkable way you and Bakugou moved across the dance floor. You didn't even need to practice the dance before hand, the two of you were so incredibly in sync it was almost mesmerizing.
Bakugou didn't mind the new sets of eyes on the two of you, in fact he secretly loved it. You were exactly where you belonged and he was going to make sure the whole damn world knew who you belonged to, and who he belonged to.
And as long as I've got my suit and tie
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you're dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
It was clear Bakugou was not only trying to make a statement to the crowd, but a statement to you. The way he whipped you around so intensely yet delicately had you completely entranced with him. Slowly began to shut out the rest of the world until it was just you, Bakugou, and the beat of the music.
The ash blond suddenly began to spin you around which you went along with, your dress flaring out beautifully along with your loose strands of hair before he tugged your arm, yanking your spinning back to rest flat against his body.
Both of your heavy pants were drowned out by the music. While you were completely entranced with the ash blond who was holding you tightly against him from behind, Bakugou’s eyes looked away from you only to smugly look at the blond haired boy who finally noticed the two of you dancing.
His powder blue eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Bakugou who only winked at the boy. Bakugou was only getting started.
Stop, let me get a good look at it
Ooh so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty
And oh shit so sick got a hit and picked up a habit
That's alright, 'cause you're all mine
Chills ran up your spine as you felt Bakugou’s hands grip at the sides of your waist before slowly moving up your body along with the lyrics of the song. Grinning you made sure to sway your hips along with him, your movements in perfect harmony with the beat which only pleased Bakugou further.
Now with more space, Bakugou led your arm out and moved in quick steps with you towards the center of the dance floor before flinging his arm out sending you in a twirling loop out until both of your arms were extended. Once you regained your balance, you looked to him with a surprised look, your lips parted just slightly before you felt the tug of his arm sending you spiraling back into his warm embrace.
Ooh go on and show 'em who you call daddy
I guess they're just mad 'cause girl, they wish they had it
Ooh my killer, my "Thriller" yeah you're a classic
And you're all mine tonight
Bakugou new exactly what the next lyrics were to come. Which is exactly why he had you pressed up against him for the very part. This would only be the cherry on top for that bastard blond haired mop.
Your movement's haulted against Bakugou as the music dazzled into a smoother moment, awaiting Bakugou’s next move until you felt his lips close against your ear, his warm breath just dancing against your skin as he whispered the very words of the song,
"Go on and show 'em who you call daddy."
At that moment, your body fell into shock as your entire face heated up intensely. You had to bite hard on your lip to not embarrass yourself any further from the suggestive words he spoke as he squeezed at your hips tightly.
While you remained clearly flustered in his arms, Bakugou kept his eyes on the now fuming boy amongst the crowd. His eyes were narrowed challengingly while his lips held his signature shit eating smirk with his canine teeth on full display.
For once in this feud with Monoma, Bakugou finally had the upper hand, and he was going to make sure he kept it.
All black at the white shows
White shoes at the black shows
Green card for the Cuban linx
Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show
Nothing exceeds like excess
Stoute got gout from having the best of the best, is this what it's all about
I'm at the rest-aurant with my rent, disturbing the guests
Years of distress, tears on the dress
Try to hide her face with some makeup sex uh
This is truffle season
Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason
All Saints for my angel
Alexander Wang too
Ass-tight denim and some Dunks
I'll show you how to do this young uh
With the sudden change in beat, your dance movements with Bakugou changed as well. Your smooth movements changed to sharp moves, all while remaining close to Bakugou.
As his hand wrapped around the curve of your waist in a diagnal line with you, the two of you began to walk in sink before he tugged you to a stop and you both faced each other.
"You trust me right?" Bakugou whispered quickly.
Breathlessly you nodded, and not even seconds later he lifted you up by the and spun you around to which you kicked your legs up before landing with his arm around your back. His eyes were slightly widened at your spontaneous move but he quickly grinned in response, slowly dipping you down to which you followed, your back bending slowly to the ground until your hair touched the floor.
Just at the right time, Bakugou snatched you back up till your faces were mere centimeters away before dragging you towards the other side of the floor
As long as I've got my suit and tie
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
Baby got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you're dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Let me show you a few things
Let me show you a few things
Show you a few things, about love
When the song finally came to an end, your chests collided with each other at the final trumpet of the song. You both heavily panted, everything slowing in that moment as you stared each other in the eyes.
You weren't sure if this was Bakugou’s way of telling you he didn't care about Monoma, or if he wanted to take the next step in the relationship. No matter what the reason was, you knew you'd be okay with it. As long as he was in the picture, you were okay with anything.
Suddenly your intense gazes were broke when the sound of clapping was heard from the crowd. Your eyes looked out to see most of the students cheering. Most of the roudiness was coming from the A Class, Bakugou’s classmates mostly whistling and hollering at him. Meanwhile a few of your friends cheered for you as well, mostly everyone clapping except for a few from your own class who stood behind Monoma in disgust.
Looking back to Bakugou you both tried to read each other's expressions before bursting into laugher, your faces coming together as you rested your foreheads against each other.
"I'm going to take it your classmates don't approve of us, do they princess?"
Letting out a sigh you bit at your lip before looking up to him, "Who cares."
Bakugou looked up at those words, slightly shocked until your smooth palm caressed his cheek and you smiled to him genuinely, "None of those petty classmates mean anything to me... you do."
The ash blond boy couldn't help but grin at this, his chest beating just a little bit faster at your words before he gripped the back of your head and smashed his lips up against yours.
The two of you didn't have a care in the world for the gasps or whispers, everything seemed to shut out except for the two of you in that very moment.
For now, it was you two against the world.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou#katsuki x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#song fic#suit and tie#enj oY#hey look I posted something
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After Dark
Hi! This is my first fanfiction posting and I’m really really excited about it. If you read, please be sure to share what you think! I have no followers yet so, hopefully, this doesn’t flop 😂😅🤞
A quick 2.8k fic about secretly being friends with benefits with Shawn... and nothing more. Right?
Warnings: Smut, alcohol and drug use, vulgar language, non-vegan food.
The smell of the tender meat doused in red wine and garlic wafted throughout Shawn’s kitchen, a random playlist echoing through his Bluetooth speakers. He’d just gotten in from tour the morning before, taking a day to spend with his family… and now he was intent on seeing you. As soon as he had the chance he was texting you, asking you to come over for a late dinner and a movie, just to hang out.
You’d been friends for years, very close friends at that… who occasionally fucked. Maybe more than occasionally, but… technicalities, right?
He settled on making rib-eyes with the red wine sauce you really loved and a blueberry spinach salad with goat cheese medallions that he’d tried while on tour. As soon as he tasted it, he thought of you and how he had to make it for you. He always pretended that he hated cooking but he found every excuse he could to make a meal for the two of you.
The song turned to Pusher Love Girl by Justin Timberlake causing a smile to form on his face. He picked up his half-full bottle of Corona, taking a quick swig and then singing into it like it was his microphone and he was onstage. He danced around his kitchen, totally unaware of the fact that you’d helped yourself inside.
There you stood, leaned against the doorway, your arms crossed and an amused grin on your face, enjoying your concert for one. It was good to see him, you’d been to a couple of shows when he was nearby but that had been a couple of months ago and you’d never gone quite so long without seeing each other. Seeing him onstage was an experience all on its own but it was nothing compared to being alone with him.
He felt your eyes scanning over his body, admiring how he wore only a grey pair of sweats. His arms looked even more defined than usual and his ass just the slightest bit perkier. He’d definitely been working out. He grinned, checking you out just as openly.
“You look good, Mendes.”
He smiled, “You look pretty great yourself, honey. Now you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come give me a hug?”
Your stomach did somersaults at the mere thought of being close to him again. You missed how his skin felt against yours, his breath hot against your neck, him. Of course, you gave him what he wanted, walking over to where he was and wrapping your arms around his neck. He quickly placed his beer on the counter, wrapping his arms back around you, his hands resting at the spot just above your ass.
His eyes trailed down to your lips, covered in your favorite red lipstick, the perfect contrast to the comfortable clothes you were wearing. You opted for a simple pair of black leggings and one of his pink merch hoodies, nothing too extravagant, but you figured you wouldn’t be clothed for too long anyway. You left your vans at the door, your feet covered only in a silly pair of socks with his face all over them that he’d gifted to you before tour began.
“I really missed you,” his voice sounded raspy and soft as he spoke lowly as though there were other people in his condo that he didn’t want to hear him.
You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, biting it between your teeth, your eyes trailing down to his lips this time, “I missed you too, Shawn.”
He slid his hands down just enough to rest on the swell of your ass, pulling you closer against him, “Well we’re together now…”
You swallowed the lump in your throat down, nodding at him in response and then hearing the sizzle of the pan that brought you back to reality. You wanted him to take you right then and there but he’d worked hard on dinner for you and you didn’t want his efforts to go to waste.
“We’ll take advantage of that… as soon as we’re done with dinner, okay? Smells really good.”
He smiled softly, both of you a bit clearly disappointed but you had the rest of the night to love on each other, “Thank you, hun, hopefully it tastes just as good.”
He kissed the top of your head and reluctantly pulled away from your grasp, reaching into his cupboard for two plates, “What do you want to drink?”
“Corona’s fine,” you grinned, walking over to his refrigerator and helping yourself.
As you sat together to eat dinner you enjoyed some good laughs, hearing all about his best tour experiences… and the not so good ones.
“I really wish you could’ve been there to experience it too, you have to promise you’ll come to more shows next time,” he told you, taking the last bite of his steak, his lips wrapping around the fork as he did. “I don’t like going that long without seeing you.”
You chuckled, “Alright, fine, but you’re gonna have to talk some of our other friends into it too. It would look weird if I just showed up to a bunch of shows and we disappeared together randomly, everyone would start to catch on.”
“Well, yeah,” he started, gulping down the last of his Corona before standing to his feet and starting to clean his mess, “but fuck them.”
You laughed, sure that he was joking with you, “Fuck them?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged, “they might speculate but it’s not really their business if we’re fucking each other or not, is it?”
“Well, no, but-“
“So fuck them,” he grinned at you. “Tell me, Y/N, how did it feel for you? Going without me for three months?”
“Shawn,” you chuckled, “what the fuck are you getting at? Don’t beat around the bush with me.”
“I’m not getting at anything, I’m simply saying I didn’t like going that long so if they’re gonna speculate… I don’t really care.”
“Alright… you’re telling me you didn’t sleep with anyone else for those three months?” You finished your meal, getting up and cleaning your own mess, an eyebrow raised as you glanced at him.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he finished washing the dishes and uncovered a dish of brownies, slicing into them with a nearby knife. “I got by merely with my hand and the thought of you.”
You weren’t expecting that.
“Oh…” You responded, finishing loading the dishwasher. “I didn’t know we were, like… exclusive.”
Shawn didn’t turn to face you, only continuing to slice into the brownies, but his movements did stall for a moment, “I mean, we don’t have to be… I just thought… it’s okay if you’re sleeping with other people…”
“No, no…” You leaned against the countertop, watching the movement of his hand, not comfortable enough to look in his eyes. “I’m not, I haven’t…”
“Oh,” he sighed involuntarily, “cool, okay.”
He carefully got himself a piece of brownie and extended one to you, “They’re the special brownies so one is more than enough, alright? Please don’t get seconds, I don’t think you’ll be able to move if you do.”
You snorted, taking the brownie and immediately biting into it. This was your typical night together: food, having a drink, getting high, maybe throwing a film on, fucking a time or three and then sleeping. He was never fond of the idea of you driving in a state like that or taking a random uber in the middle of the night and you only ever did this stuff after dark.
You finished your brownies, sharing a glass of strawberry mint infused water and then walking into his bedroom. He started fussing with the tv, putting his Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets dvd into the blu-ray player. You got yourself cozy on his bed, yawning quietly and stretching your tired legs out over his mattress.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this bed,” you poured. “I think I was having withdrawals.”
“You could’ve slept in it while I was gone but you refused to take the key,” he chuckled, finally getting the movie started and getting comfortable on the bed next to you.
You glanced over at him, the dim lighting of the bedroom wasn’t ideal to get in the mood but the mixture of missing him, the high and how good he looked you were already there. Your eyes slowly made their way over the broad expanse of his shoulders, the way his chest looked more defined than it had last time you’d seen him, his stomach tighter too. His hands were folded over his lap and although he wasn’t hard, the grey sweatpants left little to your imagination (even though you’d obviously seen his cock before.) One of his legs were stretched straight out, the other bent, his foot tucked under his knee. He looked at peace.
When your eyes worked their way back up to his face you realized that he’d been watching you just as closely, his lips parted just a hint, his eyes completely focused on yours.
“You’re too far away,” he commented.
“Then come closer.”
He needed no more persuasion, swiftly closing the gap between you. He gently placed his right hand on your jaw, his thumb lightly caressing your cheek as he slotted his lips over yours. The kiss was just what you needed, traces of hunger and need making themselves apparent without a single word necessary.
He delicately ran his tongue over your bottom lip and you immediately granted him the access he was longing for, opening your mouth enough to allow his tongue to fall into delicious rhythm with yours.
You smiled against his lips, the entire situation making you overwhelmingly happy. You’d spent so long missing him and wishing he was home, wanting to have a night in with him and spend ages making out with him… and now here you were, his lips against yours and no plans outside of each other for the next 24 hours.
He slid his left hand under your hip, gently guiding you to move onto his lap. You did so, never breaking the kiss, a knee on either side of his body. You could feel his hardening cock resting along the inside of your thigh and it only caused the ache in between your legs to increase.
You needed him so bad.
“Baby,” you moaned into the kiss, shifting just enough to rest your clothed heat on top of his length, rocking your hips desperately over him, needing the pressure. “I know we usually take our time but I just… can’t. Not tonight. It’s been too long.”
“Jesus,” he breathed, knowing you meant it whenever you let baby slip from between your lips, “Okay, no wasting time tonight.”
You sat up enough to pull the hoodie off of your body and reach around to unclasp your bra, tossing them both onto the floor, not even a little worried about where they might land. You leaned back down, your lips pressing against his once more as you started grinding back on forth on his cock again, your patience wearing very thin.
You needed to cum like you needed to breathe.
“Y/N,” Shawn begged, “You’ve gotta… you’ve gotta fucking stop or I’m gonna cum.”
Sighing, you started to tug his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one go, your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock leaking precum, his tip the most beautiful shade of raspberry you’d ever seen. If the circumstances were any different you would most likely be putting him in your mouth instead.
You carefully moved off him, plopping onto the bed on your back. Raising your hips, you began to pull your leggings and panties down your own body as he finished removing his. He glanced over just in time to see the crotch of your panties utterly soaked and he groaned, his cock twitching at the sight.
“Fuck me,” his voice was barely above a whisper.
He propped himself up with his left arm, positioning himself between your legs and sliding his right hand under your thigh, lifting your leg and showing you how he wanted you to wrap it around his waist.
You were breathing heavily at this point, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. You reached into his bedside drawer, grabbing one of the easily accessible condoms and hastily ripping the packaging open. You slid your right hand over his cock, giving him a light squeeze and eliciting the prettiest moan from his mouth in turn, and then rolling the condom over his length.
“Please,” you asked him, lining his tip up with your folds.
You were so wet at this point that even just sliding him through your slit made a noise. He knew he was fucked.
He leaned his face down, smashing his lips against yours as he positioned his own cock against your entrance, slowly beginning to push in. He knew if he went too quickly you’d be uncomfortable… and he’d cum straight-away.
Taking his right hand out from under your thigh, knowing that at this point you’d understand to keep it there, and reached his hand up to your right breast to lightly twist your nipples. You opened your mouth in a small gasp and he didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
His rhythm was flawless - slow and deep, hitting all of the places that you’d been craving him for three months. Your back arched every time that his tip slammed against your sweet spot, an almost whimper escaping from your own mouth into his in time with his thrusts.
He broke the kiss, touching his forehead against yours, his hot breath fanning over your face. His eyes were looking deeply into your own as your cunt throbbed around him, convincing him that you were teetering over the edge.
“I want you, fuck, I want you to cum for me,” he whispered, eyes not leaving yours, rhythm speeding up just a bit. “Can you do that for me?”
Your brows softly furrowed, your lips falling open as your legs started to shake. The pleasure was so intoxicating that you swore you could see stars and your eyes filled with tears. You nodded in response, holding true to your word instantly thereafter. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck as he worked to chase his own orgasm, desperately wanting to get there so he could hold you and talk some more.
You placed your hands on his face, gently guiding him back to your lips. You kissed him hard, expertly working your tongue against his, trying to make his orgasm one of the most powerful, wanting it to be worth the long wait. It was a messy kiss, your teeth colliding every once in a while as he began to thrust more vigorously inside of you.
You broke the kiss, stretching your neck enough to press your lips against the spot of his jaw directly under his ear. You knew it was a sensitive spot for him so you flattened your tongue against the area before gently sucking onto it, not letting up until you were sure it would purple.
His thrusts fell sloppier as he spurted stream after stream of his release into the condom, his body nearly collapsing on top of yours. There was a thin layer of sweat between the two of you, your skin hot and bodies exhausted.
“Missed that so much,” you quietly stated, not able to put the effort forth to speak at a normal decibel.
“Not as much as I did, I bet,” he chuckled weakly, forcing himself up to discard of the condom and clean you both up. “You should go pee, hun, then we can cuddle and finish the last half hour of this movie before bed.”
You nodded, getting up from the bed, a bit wobbly in the best way. You walked into the en-suite, taking a look in the mirror and grinning, taking a moment to breathe everything in. He was finally back.
Once you were done, you walked back into the bedroom and slid into one of his plain white t-shirts. Shawn was already back in bed in a pair of Calvin's, everything cleaned up and the blanket pulled back for you.
You crawled into the bed next to him, melting into his side and letting out a contented sigh. He wrapped his arm around you out of habit, leaning his head onto yours, his bright eyes glued on the last bit of Harry Potter. You, on the other hand, were absolutely exhausted and you doubted that you’d make it through the entire film.
“Goodnight Shawn,” you told him softly.
He smiled down at you, getting you both a little cozier so you could sleep more easily, “Goodnight honey, I’m really happy you’re here.”
It wasn’t long before you were asleep, your body not fighting rest in the slightest. He heard you softly hum and he looked down at you one more time, a wide smile stretched out over his face. He gently kissed your head and whispered, “I love you so much.”
If only he had the courage to tell you when you were awake.
#shawn mendes#shawn mendes fanfiction#shawn mendes imagine#shawn mendes blurb#shawn mendes smut#shawn mendes fluff#after dark#my first writing#mine
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Chapter Two Is Here!
This new fic is the second part to my fic I wrote for InuKag Week, One Week Sooner. If you haven’t read it yet you can read it here.
I would like to dedicate this new fic to @ruddcatha, she was a huge supporter and a tremendous help to me when writing One Week Sooner, and when we were so choked up on the tragedy of the story she suggested I write a sequel. So a huge thank you @ruddcatha, I love you!
Summary: When you look at me, do you see what you lost or do you see all of me?
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Chapter Two
Two days passed before she considered texting Inuyasha. She was glad she hadn’t given him her number, it gave her time to process and decide what to do. Now that she had met him she was eager to know him. Despite her negative thoughts on the situation she found herself pulling out her phone to text him.
From: (Maybe Kagome?)
3:56 PM
Hey, it’s Kagome. If you’re free I’d love to go out tonight.
From: Inuyasha
4:15 PM
I’m glad you finally decided to go out. I’m available, did you have something in mind?
From: Kagome
4:16 PM
Kinda. Could you pick me up at like 9? Dress cas
From: Inuyasha
4:16 PM
Mysterious. Yeah, I’ll be there at 9, where do you live?
Kagome gave him her address before sighing with relief and nervousness. She glanced at the time. She had a little time but was too nervous to do anything other than start getting ready. She showered and was blow drying her hair when she got another text from Inuyasha. She turned off the dryer and set it down on the sink, picking up her phone. He had sent her a picture of an outfit laid out on a bed. A red polo shirt and simple black jeans.
From: Inuyasha
5:56 PM
Will this be ok?
From: Kagome
5:57 PM
Lol. Are you getting ready all ready? =P
From: Inuyasha
5:59 PM
Just making sure I have something appropriate to wear. Since I don’t know where we are going.
From: Kagome
6:01 PM
What shoes are you wearing?
He sent her a photo of a pair of black converse.
From: Kagome
6:01 PM
Lol. That will be fine. Looks like I’m changing what I had planned though.
From: Inuyasha
6:02 PM
Why?
From: Kagome
6:02 PM
One sec.
Kagome ran to her room to lay out the outfit she had planned on wearing on the bed. She laid out her black leather jacket and tucked her red lacy camisole inside of it, grabbing her black mini skirt to lay beside it before heading to the door to snag her red high-top converse from the floor. She carried them to her room, setting them strategically and snapping a photo. She sent the photo to Inuyasha and laughed at the irony.
From: Inuyasha
6:05 PM
I thought you said casual? You look like you’re going on a hot date.
From: Kagome
6:06 PM
It is casual! I’ll see you in a few hours.
Kagome took her time getting ready, deciding to leave her hair down she curled it into gentle waves. After failing for the third time to get her shaky nervous hand to draw a wing on her eyelid, she sighed and tossed her pencil down. She crossed her arms across her vanity and laid her head down with a groan. She had apparently fallen asleep because when she lifted her head back up and glanced at the time on her phone it said 8:47.
“Fuck!” She jumped up and looked around her room, she was still in her underwear and hadn’t finished her makeup. “Shit, shit, shit.” She was in a panic, her heart racing. She reached for the outfit on her bed, then stopped. Remembering that she couldn’t wear that. She wanted to cry. “Ok.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Calm down.” She told herself. “It’s just a date, he might even be late picking you up.” She opened her eyes and groaned, knowing that wasn’t true. If anything he was probably gonna be there any second.
She went to her dresser, pulling out a black camisole identical in style to the red one she had wanted to wear and putting it on. She grabbed her light colored high waisted skinny blue jeans from another drawer and yanked them on, hopping around to get them over her butt. She tucked her camisole into them before doing up the button. She raced back over to her vanity and grabbed her eyeliner, giving the wing one more try, perfect. It perfectly matched the one she had on the other eye. “Of course.” She mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes. She gave the air a super light spritz of perfume before spinning herself in it. She waved at the air, hoping to disperse some of the smell. She should have put some on earlier so it had time to settle and not be so strong but it was too late now.
She dabbed some blush on her cheeks and a gentle sweep of highlighter across the tops of her cheekbones. Setting her brush down she took a deep breath studying herself in the mirror. She didn’t look half bad, she was proud of the look she’d managed to throw together in, she glanced at the clock, four minutes. She sighed in relief. She grabbed a pair of All-Star socks from a drawer and her leather jacket off the bed, making her way to the living room. She sat down on the accent chair to pull her socks on, and when she leaned down to pick up her shoes, they weren’t there. She dropped her head in defeat before making her way back to her room to grab them off the bed. She was back in the chair and in the middle of tying her first shoe and tucking the laces into the sides when there was a knock on the door. Her heart jumped and she felt her nervous panic start up again. Pushing it away she called out towards the door. “It’s open!”
The door swung open and there stood Inuyasha looking like God’s most gorgeous gift to womankind. Even in his jeans and polo, he was stunning. She blushed, looking back down to pull her other shoe on.
“I hope you knew that it was me. You don’t even keep your door lo-”
She glanced up at him when he stopped. He was staring at her, and she realized that she was bent over so far that her boobs were about to pop out of her camisole. She smirked, clearing her throat to get his attention. “I keep the door locked at night.” She finished tying her shoe and stood. She grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair and tugged it on.
They rode in semi-awkward silence, Kagome was too nervous to talk and Inuyasha seemed… She looked over at him, he had one hand on the wheel, and his left elbow was propped up on the window, with his hand to his face in a deep contemplating gesture. She told him he should turn at the next light, and when they were heading down the next street she sat forward and gestured to a parking garage on the corner. Inuyasha finally found an open spot after a few minutes of circling and parked the car.
He followed her lead down the block, walking close beside her. “I thought you’d be more talkative.” Kagome said, glancing up at him out of the corner of her eye.
His gaze turned to her and her heart skipped. “Sorry, lots on my mind. But you’re right. I’m probably making a horrible first impression.”
“You were the one that said dates are for getting to know each other.” She teased.
“Right I did. So, care to tell me about yourself?” He raised a brow at her.
“Not really.” She mumbled before stopping at an unmarked door on the side of the building. She smiled at him. “Hope this is ok.” She yanked on the heavy door, and led the way in.
They were bombarded with loud thumping music and the sounds of a crowd, as they approached the bouncer Kagome remembered Inuyasha’s sensitive ears. She turned to look back at him, his ears were wilted slightly but his face didn’t show his discomfort. “Are you going to be ok in here?” She asked, raising her voice slightly for him to catch her words. He raised a questioning brow but nodded. Kagome turned back to the bouncer.
“Kagome!” The bouncer said, smiling. The big shouldered man had ginger hair and a scruffy beard. He stood from his stool and hugged Kagome briefly.
She smiled at him while handing him a fifty for their entry. “Good to see you, Doug.” She patted him on the shoulder and walked past.
Inuyasha followed, leaning down behind her to talk into her ear. “Do you come here a lot?”
She looked back up at him, smiling. “No, not really.”
“But that guy seemed to know you well.”
“I know a lot of people.” She led him over to the bar area. The club was fairly large but there was nothing fancy about it, it looked like a normal club, the only thing that made it special was how exclusive it was, not many people knew it existed.
She ordered two shots of Buffalo Trace from the bartender and handed one of them to Inuyasha. “You do drink right?”
He rolled his eyes at her before taking the shot and setting his glass down. He motioned for the bartender for two more. When the bartender handed them over, Inuyasha scooted one towards her with a raised brow. He motioned with his head towards the shot that was still in her hand as he took another. “Need me to finish that for you?”
She stuck her tongue out at him before taking the shot in her hand and followed it with the one on the bar. “We didn’t come for a drinking contest. I know I’d lose that.” She said to him. “How many you need for a buzz?”
He shrugged. “A lot more than two.”
Kagome laughed. “You can decide how many you want.” She motioned for one more and when it was handed over she told the bartender to put all their drinks on her tab. He nodded before walking away. Kagome raised her shot to Inuyasha before downing it, then made her way to the dance floor. She didn’t wait to see if he followed but went out and began dancing to the dubstep style music. When she felt hands on her hips she glanced behind her, it wasn’t Inuyasha but a very drunk blonde girl. The girl smiled at her and tried to get Kagome to join her group of dancing friends. Kagome glanced around for Inuyasha but couldn’t spot him over the crowd. She was dancing with the girls for a bit and drawing the attention of some guys when she spotted Inuyasha not far away. He danced like he was straight out of a Justin Timberlake music video, and a group of girls had surrounded him. He was allowing them to dance on and around him but was keeping his hands to himself.
Kagome slowly made her way towards his group, starting to feel her slight buzz. She watched him dance from the edge of the crowd, a smile on her face. She liked that he seemed to be enjoying himself. When his eyes lifted and met hers, she found herself biting her lip through her smile and giving him a small wave. Still dancing, he made his way towards her and when he was close enough, he reached past some of the other girls to take her hand. Pulling her through the crowd and into his chest.
“Hi.” He purred into her ear.
She blushed up at him, “Hi.”
He began dancing with her, keeping her close against him. “If you don’t come here often, why are we really here Kagome?” His face was close to hers and she suddenly found it hard to breath.
“Mostly to see how you’d react.” She confessed, flushing.
He put his lips to her ear. “Did I pass your test Kagome?”
She leaned her own head up toward one of his ears. “Not yet.” Pulling back she began dancing with him, while pulling out her phone and shooting off a text. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and turned so her back was to him. He stepped forward to place a hand on her hip, and began moving along with her.
They’d been dancing for only about five minutes when one of the female bartenders approached them, carrying drinks. Kagome gratefully took them from her, turning to Inuyasha with a grin. She handed a shot glass to him. They clinked their glasses and took their shots. Kagome handed the empty glasses to the woman and she in turn handed over two more. Kagome handed another to Inuyasha. He raised a questioning brow at her but joined her. They did one more together before the bartender left them.
When Kagome turned back to Inuyasha he pulled her against his chest. His brow still raised, he leaned down to sniff her. “Your shots weren’t really shots were they?”
She fought down her grin and shook her head. “The ones at the bar were though.”
He shook his head at her. “Why would you do that? You do realize it’ll take a hell of a lot more than that to get me drunk. So why are you doing it?”
“I wanted to see if you would notice. Did you smell it or was it that you were questioning my tolerance?”
“I know you can only hav-” He stopped abruptly.
Kagome leaned forward. “What did you say?” She spoke loudly over the music. “Look I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to do that if I did. We can still have a good time.”
Inuyasha shook his head and took her hand in his, he pulled her towards the exit. She frowned but didn’t resist. When they were outside back on the sidewalk she finally spoke. “Look I’m sorry if it really upset you this much.”
He was leading her back towards the garage but suddenly stopped and turned to her. “I’m not upset, Kagome. But now that I know this was all some kind of weird test and you didn’t actually want to be here, I’m going to take you somewhere else.”
“You are?”
“Of course, this was hardly a real date apparently.” He scoffed.
They made it back to the car and were on the road soon after. Kagome felt a wave of guilt come over her. She felt like she had messed things up but was still conflicted if dating him was even a good idea.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“You’ll see.”
Fifteen minutes later he parked outside of a large building. Unbuckling he smiled at her. “Come on.”
He took her hand and led her up the stairs to the entrance. There was a man dressed in a suit standing at the door, he opened the door for them as they approached. “Mr. Takahashi, we haven’t seen you here in some time.”
Inuyasha nodded to the man but went inside. There was a huge ballroom inside, large round tables took up one side of the room and there was a huge dancefloor. Couples twirled and danced around each other on the floor, each one was wearing a suit or long gowns. Inuyasha stopped near a coat attendant, turning to try to take Kagome’s jacket from her.
“Inuyasha!” She hissed at him, holding her jacket firmly around herself. “What are we doing here? I am not dressed for this!”
“Neither am I, it’s ok. No one's gonna care.” When she gave him a panicked look he leaned over to speak into her ear. “Have faith Kagome. Trust me.”
She looked into his honey eyes, trying to find something that wasn’t there. She bit her lip before nodding and allowing him to take her jacket. She rubbed at her arms, suddenly chilly at the loss of the jacket on her now bare arms. Inuyasha handed the jacket to the attendant and took the stub from the man. He turned back to Kagome and chuckled a little at her nervous look. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her towards the dancefloor, rubbing her arm with his hand to supply her with some of his warmth. “It’ll be ok.” He whispered to her.
Kagome looked around nervously, some of the people looked at them with odd looks but most didn’t pay attention to them. There was no music currently but the couples were already waiting on the dancefloor for it to begin again. Inuyasha gave her a gentle squeeze before releasing her. When they reached the edge of the floor he turned to her. “Ready?” He whispered.
She shook her head. “I don’t know how to slow dance Inuyasha.” She hissed at him.
He took one of her hands and rested it on his shoulder before taking her other hand in his. “Just follow my lead, that’s all you have to do.” Then the music started. He placed a hand on her waist and began to lead her through the steps. Kagome could only guess that it was some form of a waltz. She tried not to watch his feet as they moved, trying to feel the direction his body was directing her. She let out a slow nervous breath.
“I don’t think I’m good at this Inuyasha.”
He smiled a sweet smile at her. “It takes practice. You’re doing fine.”
By the time the song was over, she was able to follow the simple pattern the dance seemed to be. The next song began and the steps seemed to be different and she found herself trying to follow the previous pattern and stepped on Inuyasha’s foot a few times. “I’m sorry!” She squeaked. She found herself having to watch his feet again to follow along. When the song came to an end she finally looked up at him and he was grinning at her.
“Doing ok?” He asked.
“How do you remember all of this?”
“Like I said, practice. You’re doing great. And my feet are fine.” He winked at her.
She bit her lip, blushing and looked away. They danced through a few more songs and she found that she didn’t need to look at his feet through any of them. And when another began he pulled her closer, so she was pressed up against his chest. She looked up at him and saw a twinkle in his eyes.
“Now you can’t watch my feet.” He teased into her ear.
Kagome found that she was glad that she didn’t need to as she took the opportunity to rest her head against his chest, taking in the scent that was uniquely his. She sighed in contentment. After a few moments, Inuyasha laid his head on top of hers, moving his hand from her waist to wrap his arm around her. She relaxed, feeling comfort and safe in his arms, the feeling foriegn to her.
The song ended and she pulled back away from him, avoiding his eyes. She cleared her throat and pretended to straighten her shirt, slightly embarrassed that she had gotten so comfortable with him so quickly. The next song started immediately but unlike the others this one had a much quicker pace and seemed to be in the jazz genre.
Kagome shook her head, making a move to leave the floor. “Nope. Can’t do this.”
Inuyasha grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving. “Come on.” He pleaded.
She laughed pulling against his grip. “No! I can’t do that, look at them. I don’t know how to dance like that.”
“That’s ok, it’s still fun.” He yanked again, pulling her to him. “Just watch and try to mirror the movements.” When she stood there stubbornly he laughed. “You’ll have fun, I promise.” He joined the others in their fluid movements, eyes never leaving hers. “Come on, Kagome. You know you want to. You’ll never learn if you don’t try. Besides it’s fun just to try.”
She sighed and tried to join in, turning a bright red. “This is payback isn’t it?” She asked him.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course not. It’s fun, and you seem to be enjoying yourself.”
She managed to watch the other ladies nearby out of the corner of her eye, Kagome was able to follow along but caused them to be a few steps behind the others. She reached her hand out to Inuyasha like the other ladies did and when he took it, he spun her around before bringing her close to him and dipping her down. He held her there for a moment, looking into her eyes.
Kagome blushed, biting her lip slightly, staring into his amber eyes. “I think in the movies this is where we would kiss.” She whispered.
Inuyasha let out a burst of laughter and he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the end of her nose, Kagome’s heart skipped. He leaned forward again, placing his lips next to her ear. “I heard that.”
Her blush deepened and she smacked his arm. When he stood her back up, Kagome realized the song had ended and everyone was clapping. “Why is everyone clapping? Is it over?”
He grinned at her. “Yeah, we came in late. Why? Disappointed?” He lifted a brow.
“Yes, actually.” She stuck her tongue out at him before turning to make her way back to the coat attendant.
The ride home was in silence again, Kagome still feeling a bit embarrassed about him realizing she was affected by him. I mean, what woman wouldn’t be. He must be used to it.
Inuyasha walked her to her door, and after she unlocked her door she turned back to him. “Ummm.”
He stepped forward and pulled her in for a hug. “Look.” He swallowed. “I know we just met, but I had a lot of fun, even though the night started out kinda odd. I hope we can try again sometime.”
“I think I’d like that.” She whispered.
He pulled back slightly from the hug to look down at her. Hesitantly he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight Kagome.” He pulled away and turned, heading down the stairs.
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Seaside Rendezvous - Part 1
Request: Can you please write a hc for going on a island vaca at a resort with your family after college finals and you meet joe (also a college student) and you two see each other a ton but you are always with your family so not much happens but flirty small talk and you both end up having a lot of sexual tension and go into one of your rooms when you’re family is out and just some smut happens?
Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex but generally pretty innocent
Words: 4606
A/N: So this was meant to be just a small blurb/hc thing but it turned into a full 2 chapters lmao what can I say, the idea spoke to me 🤷♀️. It’s also the first full Joe fic I’ve done! Set in like the 2000s I guess because I don’t know a single goddamn thing about current celebrities (not that it really matters too much)
Taglist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr
In the days before you went on vacation your friends had made a lot of jokes about potential holiday romances. Everything from unsubtle innuendos to fantasies about running into pop stars who would, naturally, sweep you off your feet. You laughed at it all, rolling your eyes at the more far-fetched ideas – as if Justin Timberlake would want you. But, if you were being honest, the idea had crossed your mind the minute your Mom called to tell you she’d booked a family vacation to Hawaii. Not the Timberlake stuff, the real stuff – the potential to have a fling with a cute almost stranger, a couple of weeks spent relaxing on the beach and indulging in meaningless sex. After all, it had been a few months since you broke things off with Eddie and, while you weren’t necessarily ready to rush into anything as serious as a proper relationship, a brief holiday romance sounded almost ideal. Provided you could find anyone attractive enough. And get away from your family for long enough.
Almost as soon as finals were done you were at the airport, boarding your flight to Hawaii where your parents and little sister had already been for a day. With thoughts of warm sand and soft kisses swirling though your head as you shuffled onto the plane, it was almost inevitable that you’d ended up fantasising about one of your fellow passengers. He’d seen you struggling to get your carryon luggage into the overhead compartment and had come to your aid, lifting the heavy suitcase with ease and offering you a sweet smile and a joke about travelling with rocks. You giggled, less because the joke was funny than that you didn’t know how else to deal with those gorgeous hazel eyes looking at you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say much more than a brief thank you, the crowd jostling around you pushing you towards your seat, a few rows behind him. You spent the rest of the flight trying to subtly watch him, glancing at him from over the top of your magazine. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do for the duration of the flight – the magazine you’d picked up seemed painfully boring now and after finals your brain didn’t feel up to reading a whole lot anyway. Thankfully you had an aisle seat, something that had bummed you out at first but now seemed like a lucky break since he did too. He looked to be around your age, alone, reading. You took in everything of his appearance you could, the slope of his nose, the slight scruff covering his jaw, as you let yourself drift into fantasy. His hands pulling you into the airplane bathroom. His lips trailing down your throat. His fingers slipping into your shorts. He was definitely cute with a capital c, and it was nice to have someone to think about, even if this small infatuation or whatever it was wouldn’t last much longer than the flight. After all, he probably wouldn’t be staying at the same resort your family was, right? Because that would be the sort of thing you’d find in a romance novel or a cheesy movie, not real life. Real life never lined up so perfectly.
At the end of the flight you watched him get up, pull down his own luggage, and leave without so much as a backwards glance. And then he was lost in the crowd as you collected your things and followed everyone towards the arrivals lounge. The sight of your parents and younger sister, Erin, drove the cute passenger from your mind, the infatuation slipping away (as you’d known it would) as soon as you saw Erin waving at you, a big grin plastered to her face. Your mother pulled you into a tight embrace as soon as you were within reach, already asking you a hundred questions – how was school? Did the finals go okay? Whatever happened to that Eddie boy you’d brought home for Thanksgiving? Your Dad pried her off you, reminding her you needed air like everyone else, and began to lead you all out towards the car. On the drive to the resort you filled each other in on what had been happening, catching up on the months you’d missed since you last visited home.
By the time you arrived at the resort, the guy from the plane was so far from your thoughts you wouldn’t have been able to recall the colour of his eyes if you’d tried. Which is why you almost dropped your luggage when you saw him leaning against the reception desk. You mumbled something about tripping when your Mom turned to see what had happened, trying not to let your eyes flick towards him again. Your parents already had the key to their room but you’d booked one in your name as well – twin beds so your sister could join you.
“I’ll get someone to take your luggage up while you sort out your key and then we can all head down to the pool before dinner, sound like a plan?”
“Sounds great Dad, I’ll meet you guys upstairs” you nodded, willing them to leave before Airplane Boy did. If things went your way you could find out how he compared to your airborne fantasies by the end of the night.
Whatever being was watching over you must have been in a benevolent mood because twenty seconds later your family was in the elevator and your fantasy man was turning around, room key in hand, eyes going wide when he saw you.
“Well isn’t this a small world,” his eyes, hazel, flicked over you as he spoke, taking in every inch of your appearance and suddenly you wished didn’t look like you’d just got off a plane.
“Yeah, who’d have thought we’d both end up at one of the most popular resorts on Hawaii?”
“Would have been just my luck if we hadn’t, did you manage to get that bag of rocks back down or is that why you’ve got no luggage?”
“I got it down. I had to get help from someone in the cabin crew, but I got it down.”
“Well I’m glad someone was there to rescue you. I’m Joe by the way.” He held out his hand.
“Y/N,” you said, shaking it, setting the butterflies in your stomach fluttering.
“Nice to meet you properly, Y/N.”
“Likewise.” You smiled at him, batting your lashes ever so slightly.
“Well, if you need any more help with your bags, I’m happy to lend a hand. Make up for not getting them back down for you.”
“That’s a very sweet offer Joe, though I don’t think I properly thanked you for the help in the first place,” Oh christ did that sound too much like a line from a porno?
Joe's laugh was that of someone a little flustered, cheeks turning pink.
“S-sorry, I, uh, I should let you go check in now,”
“Probably should do that should’t I? Maybe, I’ll see you round though?”
“Yeah, I hope so. I mean, probably, right? A place like this – not many spots you could hide in,” he laughed.
“Who said I’d be hiding?” You trailed your fingers over his arm as you walked past him, “See you later Joe,”
He cleared his throat, “Yeah, bye Y/N.”
You managed to resist the urge to turn around and see if he was watching you walk away as you headed to get your key, kind of wishing you had let your Mom talk you into getting a twin room. Erin was great, and you’d missed her, but nothing said you're not having sex like sharing a room with a twelve-year-old. It didn’t hit you until you were in the elevator that you should have found out his room number.
“Sorry I’m late, the guy in front of me had some sort of problem. Took ages to sort out.” Definitely wasn’t flirting with anyone.
“Well you’re here now. Still got time to hit the pool so best get a wriggle on.”
You and Erin exchanged rolled eyes as you opened your room. It was clean and simple, the two beds taking up most of the space. Splashes of bright green, like the cushions that sat on each bed, and the vase of flowers that stood on the side table against the far wall, were in stark contrast to the crisp white walls and sheets. A balcony gave you a picturesque view of the ocean, and ocean themed artwork hung above the TV and on half the blank walls. You ducked into the bathroom to get changed, finding more artwork on the walls and some decorative shells by the sink. It took you all of five minutes to change into your bathers and grab your sunnies. Normally you wouldn’t have bothered with the bikini for anything less than the beach, especially so late in the afternoon, but there was the chance you could run into Joe again and you wanted him to see you in something better than the old shorts and too big shirt you’d flown in. You gave your lips a swipe of gloss, blowing a kiss to your reflection before hurrying out to join your family, towel tucked under your arm.
The pool was not the single Olympic length one you’d been imagining but rather a series of oddly shaped lagoons of crystal-clear water interspersed with greenery that made everything feel full of life and offered protection from the sun when it was at its highest. It was busy but large enough and spread out enough that it wasn’t noticeable. There were people gathered around the bar, ordering bright drinks topped off with umbrellas and fresh fruit, and relaxing on the many lounge chairs, empty glasses and plates lining the tables. Your father led the way through the hoard of screaming children in the kiddie pool and their parents lazily watching them from the sides, towards a lagoon further back, finding a clear spot at the water’s edge. You’d barely sat down, dipping your toes into the cool water when Erin ran past you to cannonball into the pool, the large splash she made flying towards you. When she surfaced, she laughed at the now wet hair you’d had to push backwards out of your eyes.
“Careful sweetie,” your Mom warned, already lying back on a lounge chair with her eyes closed. You kicked some water back at Erin, only half paying attention as you let your eyes wander over the people. No sign of Joe. You sighed, leaning back on your hands and closing your eyes as you tilted your head back, letting the low sun warm you while it still could. It felt nice to relax, even if there wasn’t a cute boy drooling over you. You hadn’t properly relaxed in too long to count.
“Bikini’s a good look,”
Slowly you brought your head back up, turning towards your right where Joe was suddenly sitting.
“Suit’s you.”
“Thanks,” you gave Joe a once over, pushing your sunglasses down your nose a little so you could take in the boardshorts and bare chest look he’d gone for, before tilting your head back to the sky again, “Could say the same for you.”
“Don’t think I’d look half as good in a bikini as you do.”
You could hear his stupid grin through every word and couldn’t help the laugh it inspired.
“So what brings you to the pool?” he asked, shifting so he was facing you and leaning in.
“Eyes forward, can’t look like we’re talking.”
“Oh-kay.” He did as you asked, dropping his feet into the water and looking out to the other end of the pool, “Can I ask why we’re being so,” he stretched the word out, waving his hand in circles as he searched for the right word, “clandestine?”
“Family. Mom’s over there on the lounge chair, Dad’s gone to the bar I think. And technically I’m watching my little sister swimming. Not meant to be talking to cute boys.”
“Well I'm flattered you’d break whatever rules you’re breaking for me, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“I like the trouble. Besides it’s less rules and more that this is the first time I’ve seen my family in months. If they caught wind I wanted to ditch them for a guy I barely know...let’s just say they’d make a fuss.”
“So we’re not dealing with like, an overprotective father then?”
“Mum’s more of the worry, she’d get like super nosey. But Dad’d be too awkward to be mad.”
“Thank God,” Joe mimed wiping sweat from his forehead. When he put his hand back down it was closer to yours, pinkie fingers brushing slightly. You could feel him chancing a glance at you but focused your gaze on Erin, watching as she tread water while talking to another girl around her age, trying to slow your heart beat before it thumped right out of your chest.
He flicked his head forward again, a shy smile still in place as his eyes came to rest on the same spot as yours, “Your sister seems sweet,”
“Erin? She can be, but she also inherited Mom’s love of gossip.”
“So gotta be careful around her then,”
“Definitely,” You turned your head towards him, finding it difficult to drag your eyes away from his lips once they’d settled there, your own parting slightly in anticipation of a kiss that wasn’t coming.
“Sneaking around is kinda more fun though. Think you can get away tonight? Just long enough to have a drink with me?”
You hadn’t expected him to be so bold as to ask you out this early on but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise. Even so, you pretended to think it over, taking extra time as if you were running through a list of things in your mind, “Yeah, think so. Just depends how fast Erin drops off.”
He threw you a questioning look.
“We’re roommates.”
“So I guess you’ll be wanting my room number then, since yours is off limits. It’s 308.”
“Huh, I’m in 315.”
“Well Miss Y/N from room 315, Hope I see you soon.” He pushed himself to his feet and walked away, leaving you with a racing heart, sweaty palms, and a pinkie finger that just wouldn’t stop tingling.
After dinner you returned to your room, exhausted from the long day and needing to unpack properly. Erin collapsed onto her bed, flicking the TV on and settled in to watch reruns of The Simpsons while you hauled your suitcases over to the cupboard and began to put things away. The two of you talked intermittently, mostly during commercials, about what you were hoping to do on this holiday and how much fun it was going to be. She didn’t mention seeing you talk to Joe which relieved you no end, especially after you’d run into him at the restaurant where you’d had dinner. Just a brief, “Sorry, excuse me,” from him as he squeezed behind you while you waited for a table. His hand had lingered a fraction longer than necessary on your lower back, and it had taken all your willpower not to grab it and place it on your ass. And then he was gone again, lost in the crowd, while you tried to maintain a regular conversation with your parents.
You’d just changed into your pyjama shorts and a singlet and were about to hop into bed yourself, when you heard a loud giggle from the next room over where your parents were. It was followed by your father’s voice making shushing noises through his own laughter and then, “don’t want the kids to hear us. So glad we’ve got the room to ourselves now.”
You and Erin exchanged horrified looks and then you were both moving, slipping shoes on and grabbing the room key, all tiredness forgotten as you just about ran out the door. You only paused when you reached the elevator, realising you had no idea where you were going.
“Is there like a rec room or something we could go to?” You asked, scanning the list of floor numbers for any sign of a pool table or video game console.
“How should I know?”
“You’ve been here a whole 24 hours more than me,”
“I just went where Mom and Dad went!”
“Alright, Christ, no need to yell. Well, I know the bar is on flo-”
“Typical,”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“All you grown ups care about is the stupid bar,”
“Yeah cause you brats drive us to drink,”
“You brats drive us to drink,” she imitated in a high pitched annoying whine that made you roll your eyes.
“Fine, you’re gonna be a baby I’ll see if there’s a fucking nursery to drop you in. You clearly need to go beddy-byes.”
Your bickering was interrupted by footsteps coming up behind you and a familiar voice calling your name. Fuck.
“Didn’t take you for one to argue in the hallways,”
“Clearly you don’t have a younger sister then, Joe,”
“No, but I do have an older one. She could be real bossy,” he winked at Erin who giggled. You rolled your eyes again.
“Do you know if there’s a rec room or something round here?”
“At this time? What’s wrong with your room?”
“Mum and Dad are fucking,” Erin chimed in before you could come up with an excuse, looking far too innocent to understand what that meant and for a moment you wondered what else she’d learnt while you were away at college, “I saw you talking to Y/N this afternoon at the pool. Are you two fucking?”
“Jesus Erin, language. And stop being so fucking nosey,”
“You swear all the time,”
“I’m an adult, I’ve earned the right to swear,”
“Why don’t we settle this argument back at my room? There’s a Simpson’s marathon on which I’m sure... Sorry didn’t catch this little angel’s name,” Smooth.
“Erin,” the so-called angel piped up, sticking out her hand and grinning.
“Which I’m sure Erin would enjoy,” Joe finished as he bent down and shook her hand, “Nice to meet you.”
Your eye muscles sure were getting a workout tonight. But Erin seemed pleased with the turn of events so you accepted. Better than getting lost on the way to a rec room that may not even exist. Plus it helped that as Joe stood up he subtly mentioned the bottle of vodka he had stashed in his suitcase.
Joe’s room looked much the same as yours, though he had different art and instead of twin beds, one king sized.
“Alright, there you go Missy,” he said to Erin as he handed her the remote control to the TV, “Knock yourself out,”
“Please,” you mumbled as Erin raced into the room, kicking her shoes off as she went and then bounced into the middle of the bed. Joe caught you rolling your eyes again.
“You do that a lot y’know,”
“Only when I’m babysitting. I love her to death but Christ,”
If badmouthing your sister was going to earn you another laugh from Joe you could have gone all night. Instead you reigned yourself in, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him dig through his luggage. Finally he pulled out the bottle he’d been searching for, holding it up triumphantly.
“D’you wanna sit on the balcony?”
“Sounds great,” you followed him out, dodging Erin’s annoyed grunts as you moved in front of the TV.
“Not gonna get too cold out here in those adorable PJs? Very short,” Joe said as he gently shut the door behind you.
“I think I’ll be fine. But I’ll let you know if I need warming up.”
He laughed as he slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, patting the spot beside him. You glanced at the unused chairs but joined him anyway, stretching your legs out in front of you as he opened the bottle of vodka.
“I don’t have any glasses so I hope you don’t mind sharing the bottle,”
“Who brings a full bottle of vodka and no cups?”
“A college student?”
“Fair enough,”
“Ladies first,” He passed the bottle over and you took a large swig, hissing a little as the alcohol burned your throat.
“You were good with her, before,” you passed the bottle back to Joe, tilting your head to indicate Erin.
“Yeah well, don’t just have an older sister, got a younger brother too. Not quite the age gap though.”
“She was a bit of...a surprise. But your family isn’t here too?”
“Nah, came on my own. Reward for getting through another fuckin year.”
“Cheers to that,” you peaked over your shoulder but Erin was completely entranced by the TV.
“So you’re parents really just went for it?”
“Urgh, god don’t remind me. That’s what the alcohol’s for. Completely unfair that they get to haunt us with nightmares for the rest of our lives and I can’t get a second away from my baby sister.”
“You could always sneak away.”
“What like, fake being sick?”
“God no, too risky. Have you never watched a movie before? Ferris Bueller ringin’ any bells?”
“Alright, calm down,” you laughed, “it was just a suggestion,”
“Fake being sick,” he scoffed, taking another sip of vodka, “To make it believable you’d have to start exhibiting signs the night before. Then day of you have to give yourself a temperature and make yourself sneeze or cough or throw up a lot. And then what about Erin? She’s not gonna catch whatever mysterious illness you get that clears up in 24 hours. And you can only use it once.”
“Jesus Christ. You really have thought about this.”
“I got a lot of practice as a kid,” he said with a shrug, “If one of us was off from school sick, all of us were off from school sick.”
“Okay smartguy, what do you suggest I do instead?”
“Easy. Go with them on whatever they’re doing. Relaxing on the beach, golf course, whatever. Then a few hours in say you need to stretch your legs or claim to have an appointment with the masseuse or something but say you’ll meet up with them for lunch or dinner even. And then you come back here.”
“You’re very confident that I’d visit you in my family free hours,”
“You called me cute, think I can afford to be confident.”
“Touché.”
It was another few hours before you stood to leave, Joe having stashed the bottle of vodka away long ago, before you had the chance to get completely wasted. He’d told you that you’d thank him tomorrow when you didn’t wake up with a hangover but the part of your brain that remembered why you’d wanted a drink so bad didn’t fully believe him. You’d let him take the bottle with a promise that you could help finish it another night. As the hours ticked by he’d slowly inched closer to you, eventually wrapping his arm around you as you looked up at the partially obscured stars. You encouraged him by claiming you were getting chilly. Erin had dropped off within the first hour, though you were still cautious in case she woke up. Still you were happy to wedge yourself into his side, dropping your head onto his shoulder as you talked about whatever crossed your minds. You’d been even happier to let him kiss you, softly, breaking apart much too soon as Erin snorted in her sleep. That had been your cue to leave, even though your lips still buzzed with the desire for more.
“Sorry,” you said quietly, not quite pulling away from him.
“No it’s fine, I don’t wanna get caught out by her either. She’s a feisty little thing,”
“The word you’re looking for is nosey but yeah,”
“Wouldn’t want her announcing anything to the whole resort,”
“Not when sneaking around is kinda more fun,”
You both chuckled, trying to keep your voices low as you re-entered Joe’s room.
“D’you want me to carry her back to your room?” He offered with all the kindness you’d come to expect from him.
“Sure your skinny little twig arms can handle it?”
“I lifted your suitcase of paperweights didn’t I. Plus, it’s just up the hall.”
“Thought it was a suitcase of rocks.”
“Tomato, tomatoe. Do you want the help or not?”
“Thanks,”
He grunted slightly as he lifted her, one arm under her knees and the other under her back, pretending to drop her a little which had you stifling laughter and shaking your head as you lead the way out of his room.
The walk back to your room was much too short, though Joe probably would have said different under the weight of your dead-to-the-world sister. You put your finger to your lips as you opened the door and held it. He deposited your sister on her bed as gently as possible, going the extra mile to tuck her in under the blankets she’d so hastily thrown to the side earlier. All was quiet in the room next door and you breathed a sigh of relief as Joe came back out into the hallway.
He stood close, the extra inches he had on you much more noticeable now than when you’d been sitting on his balcony.
“So, you’ll try to get away then?” Joe bit his lip nervously which only served to make him look even cuter, making you want him more.
“Yeah, soon as I can.”
“Tomorrow maybe?”
“Coming across a little desperate Joey,” you teased, poking him in the chest, “Besides think Mom mentioned something about doing a tour of the island tomorrow, not sure I could get away. But soon, promise.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Y/N,”
“Of course,”
There was a brief pause, Joe rubbing the palm of one hand with the other’s thumb as his eyes darted over your head to your sleeping sister and then to the door of your parent’s room.
“Fuck it,” he said and then he was leaning in to kiss you again. It started as light and soft as the first attempt back at his room had, almost chaste, but when no third-wheeling sibling or grumpy parent interrupted it changed. His hands moved further around your back, pulling you as close to him as he could. You wobbled slightly as your balance shifted but he held you steady while you wrapped your arms around his neck, tongues meeting with the urgency only an imminent interruption could bring. You lost track of how long you were intertwined, all other thoughts driven from your mind until he pulled back.
“Been thinking about that since you helped me on the plane,” you muttered softly, trailing your hand down over his cheek, not wanting to lose contact yet.
“How did I do?” His hands hadn't left you either.
“Oh, uh r-really good,” you nodded rapidly.
Joe laughed again, “Don’t think I’ve seen you this lost for words before,”
You wanted to say something witty in response, but your mind was still whirling with the kiss so all you could manage was a, “spose not,” and a small giggle.
Slowly you came back to your senses, realising where you were.
“I should -,” you pointed at your room with your thumb, though it was half hearted.
“Yeah,”
He caught your lips with his once more, briefly, before bidding you goodnight and disappearing down the hall leaving you, once again, wishing you had a room to yourself so you could at least masturbate in peace.
#my writing#joe mazzello x reader#joe mazzello imagine#i hope you like it!#part 2 will be up asap#(this was one of those fics where like#everytime i read over it i wanted to add to it lmao#i eventually just had to force myself to stop#but god im so excited to write p2#i have it all planned out and theres gonna be some Good Stuff)
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OTP Playlist: Altea Shepard & James Vega
AHHHHH!!! I LOVE THIS MEME!!!! I love creating playlists for my OTPs. It’s kinda my thang!! If I have written a story there is a guaranteed playlist attached to it. I cannot write without the influence of music and so this tag makes me so incredibly happy. Thank you @pikapeppa
This is for the yet to be written Shega fic I have in the works and you guys will get a few glimpses of the story and background I have created for them during Kinktober. It is obviously cannon divergence because well... but I don’t mess with the in-game background of the characters, only Shepard’s confinement
(NOT ALTEA, FYI)
She’s so High - Tal Bachman - This song speaks to James’ fears that Shepard is too good for him, that her station and status place her above him in every way. Yet, he’s figured out that Shep wants him and he can’t wrap his mind around it.
She comes to speak to me/I freeze immediately/'Cause what she says sounds so unreal/ 'Cause somehow I can't believe/That anything should happen/I know where I belong/ And nothing's going to happen
Not a Bad Thing - Justin Timberlake - Shepard’s answer to Vega’s fears. She knows his past and that her status isn’t the only thing holding him back from loving her (even though they both know he already does).
So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me/Cause you might fuck around and find your dreams come true with me/Spend all your time and your money just to find out that my love was free/So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me, me/It's not a bad thing to fall in love with me, me/Now how about I be the last voice you hear tonight?/And every other night for the rest of the nights that there are/And every morning I just wanna see you staring back at me/'Cause I know that's a good place to start
Gimme That Girl - Joe Nichols - Vega spent six months with a grounded Shep. He got to know her in a way few people have. During that time, they grew close and had a few intimate moments and those are the memories Vega cherishes the most.
Gimme that girl with the hair in a mess/Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest,/That's the you that I like best,/Gimme that girl./Gimme that girl lovin' up on me,/Old t-shirt and a pair of jeans,/That's the you I wanna see,/Gimme that girl
Beautiful Crazy - Luke Combs - So, if you’ve ever played through ME3 as a MShep, you know that instead of Lola, James calls you Loco. And many times he tells Shep she’s crazy. I believe that James really means, she’s intimidating and he really likes it.
Beautiful, crazy, she can't help but amaze me/The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances/And wears her heart on her sleeve/Yeah, she's crazy but her crazy's beautiful to me
Dancing in the Dark - Imagine Dragons - Shepard has dealt with the heartache of Kaiden’s betrayal. She’s been independent for years but James intrigues her. She has made may innuendos and James always thinks she is joking until she outright asks him to be with her.
Most days I'm keeping to myself/Living in my little bubble/Throwing my weight and moving my body through the sea/You could come join me/Moving like the weekend/I don't need nobody/If you ever want to join me, baby/I'll be dancing in the dark
Of course, this isn’t the entire playlist, just a few that some up their relationship.
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I don’t know who to tag other than @oops-gingermoment
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The Beaten Girl And The Bisexual
Requested by: @warmbeebosoftbeebo
Request: an idea that's been coming to me off n on for months is the reader being the sister of one of high school brendon's bullies (i'm picturing b between 8-10 grade, prob 9th or 10th). she doesn't like her brother or what he does (maybe he bullies/abuses her too) but does like that sweet, anxious, awkward, talkative, hyper boy that her jerk of a brother keeps picking on inc homophobia n even outright beating, wants to protect him even, wishes she could be friends--maybe more than friends--with him...
i tend to think a lot of girls would have thought 15-17 yo brendon was gay, n also nice, funny, (more than) a bit of a goober, etc--someone they'd want to be friends with if they weren't worried about their own social status. talking about celebrity crushes with him at yr place n his crush on freddie mercury, ryan gosling n/or justin timberlake comes out accidentally. you think "knew it!" but he also crushes on jessica alba, scar jo so y're confused. he is too? knows he's bi? worries or doesn't?
Fandom: Panic! At The Disco
Pairing: Bisexual!Freshman!Brendon Urie x Abused!Junior!Female!Reader
Warnings: Sibling abuse, bullying, physical bullying, cursing
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CRASH! The sound of a body hitting a wall of lockers shattered through the air, followed by an uproar of mocking laughter. You flinched, and tried to ignore the group enjoying the incident. You especially steered clear of the senior student behind it all: your brother.
Glancing into the crowd was not something you meant to do, but once you did, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks.
Brendon Urie wasn’t someone you knew well. He was a little on the hyper side, and he talked a lot whenever he got the chance to. Brendon was also an awkward kid. Well, the sweet kind of awkward, you thought. You didn’t like that your brother had made Brendon his toy as soon as the freshman started at the high school. Maybe that was what made you interfere.
“Jordan!” You, with all the authority you could muster in that moment, called your brother by his name. “Leave him alone!”
It was like that scene in Tangled when the bar-goers were about to beat up Eugene, but then Rapunzel got their attention. Jordan whipped his head around to see you, and smiled a wicked smile that made your stomach turn.
His voice was maniacal. “Hey everybody, look! It’s my little sister, Y/n!” Jordan changed from talking to his buddies to addressing you, “What? Did you come to help this little nobody here?”
“Just leave Brendon alone. He’s never done anything to you.”
Jordan chuckled, “Woah! I didn’t know you two were on a first-name-basis! When did that happen?”
Rolling your eyes, you walked past your brother, and helped Brendon up. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” you offered the younger boy.
As you and Brendon exited the scene, you heard Jordan shout from behind you, “Just remember, sis, we live in the same house. So, I can come after you whenever I want to.”
“I know,” you poignantly responded over your shoulder.
It wasn’t until you were cleaning Brendon’s wounds in one of the boys’ bathrooms that the freshman decided to ask you, “Why did you help me?”
“Because,” you smirked, “you’re a youngin. It’s the upper-classmen’s job to take care of the little ones...not hurt them.” Your once joking tone turned sad for that last part. You walked away from where Brendon was sitting on the line of sinks to get another paper towel and wet it.
He was silent for a moment before asking another question, “What did you mean when you said you knew your brother would be coming after you?”
Then, it was your turn to pause. You decided to drop the inquiry completely. “...You can come to my house after school. Jordan’s always off with his friends until whatever hours of the night...that’s if he comes home at all. You want to come over?”
Brendon appraised you. Of course, he noticed you didn’t answer his question. “...Sure.”
After school, the walk to your house wasn’t far. You and Brendon talked and joked around on the way.
The kid wasn’t half bad, you thought. He talked a lot, but you thought he was cute when he was rambling. Brendon was goofy, too. He was awkward and clumsy, always stumbling around. You couldn’t help but smile, and even sometimes blush, at the way he acted around you.
After spending some time alone with him, you let your mind wander a bit. You stopped yourself quickly, though. You couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was the way he acted? Or the words he used sometimes? But you had a feeling he wasn’t...straight. You thought he was gay.
And you knew Brendon had no clue about that part of himself.
By the time you and him arrived at your house, you both were immersed in a conversation about each other’s celebrity crushes. You were finishing up your own list as the two of you entered through the front door. While setting your stuff down, you realized Brendon was too immersed in his words to actually realize what he was saying.
“Freddie Mercury, Justin Timberlake--”
Startled at the ease that the same-sex names rolled off Brendon’s tongue with, your eyebrows shot up. You knew it!
“--Jessica Alba, and Scarlett Johansson.”
Wait, what? Both guys and girls? You were wrong about him being gay, then.
Almost right after Brendon finished speaking, he blanched. He clearly did not plan on telling you all those names.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” you reassured once you saw the confused look on his face, “Just sit down. We’ll talk through this.” You plopped down onto the couch, and waited for Brendon to join you. When he did, you continued, “So, you like boys and girls. That’s okay.”
He was quick to rebut, “No.” Then, he backtracked, “Wait, no. It is okay, it’s just not that...I’m not...” Tears started to appear in his eyes, and you could see the fear and sadness in them.
“Shh, shh. Come here,” you pulled him to you, and Brendon cried as quietly as he could into your shoulder.
Then, someone stomped onto the front porch.
Feeling your heart drop to your stomach, you quickly separated yourself from Brendon. “My bedroom is the last door to the right down the hall. I’ll get our stuff. Go now.”
Brendon looked scared, terrified to leave you behind. However, he knew waiting for you would only cause more trouble. Brendon left.
While moving faster than you could ever remember moving, you gathered Brendon’s and your backpack and books together. Your parents wouldn’t have been home for hours. There was only one person that could’ve been outside, drunkenly fumbling with the keys. It was Jordan.
You took off running.
Sadly, the farthest you could make it was halfway down the hallway. Your brother harshly threw you into a wall, sending everything you were carrying all over the place.
Jordan’s slurred shouts shook the house. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SHIT YOU PULLED TODAY?!?!!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sor--” you squeaked back.
He interrupted you, “NO, YOU’RE NOT! YOU LITTLE BITCH! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL--”
“STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!” you screamed, but it wasn’t really at your brother. You made it seem so, but you were actually warning Brendon. You heard the freshman trying to open your door. You couldn’t let Brendon be another victim to what you were about to go through.
It was both good news and bad news that Jordan didn’t know Brendon was in the house yet. Good news, Brendon wouldn’t get hurt. Bad news, Jordan believed your trick that the words were meant for him. As bruises appeared on your arms, legs, and torso; your lips and tongue were cut up; and your left eye was blackened; you tried to keep your mind on the fact that Brendon had listened to you. He wouldn’t have to be a part of your torture.
Once Jordan felt he was done, he stumbled back out of the house, mumbling about going out with some of his friends. You stayed on the ground for a few moments, trying to calm down your breathing. Apparently, you took longer than you intended.
Silently, Brendon came out of your bedroom. He helped you to your feet, and into the bathroom. Suddenly, the roles from earlier in the day were reversed.
Brendon didn’t talk until he was a few minutes into cleaning your cuts. “Guess I know why you dropped my question from earlier.” His voice held no sarcasm or mockery.
That was probably why you broke down crying.
Brendon held you. Just like you did for him earlier that day, Brendon held you. You felt him duck his head down to your shoulder. The pressure of it made you smile through your tears.
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Panic! At The Disco over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3
*Extended Ending*
Years went by, and you and Brendon shot up in the world. It seemed you blinked, and suddenly Brendon was one of the biggest singers in most of the world, and you were his wife. It took you both being eighteen to finally move out of your hometown, and get away from your brother. Also, over the years, Brendon got worlds more comfortable with his sexuality, and the both of your love grew.
“Baby, that was amazing,” you congratulated as your husband came off stage.
Brendon was still riding the high of his performance. So, he came right in and kissed you. One of his hands cupped your cheek, and the other snaked its way around your waist. He cut the kiss off with an exaggerated “MUAH! Thank you, my love!”
Smiling and laughing at the singer’s antics, you took your husband in. You couldn’t how far you both had come. You certainly far from being just the beaten girl and the bisexual. You pulled your husband away from the wings of the stage, eager to carry on your long, fulfilling, and exhilarating life with Brendon Urie.
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