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fightwing · 11 months

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top ten characters ever meme

Koriand’r / dc Daisy “skye” Johnson / agents of shield Scott McCall / teen wolf Ted Lasso / Ted Lasso Dick Grayson / dc Teddy Altman / marvel comics Steve Harrington / stranger things Poussey Washington / oitnb Lorelai Gilmore / gilmore girls Nyota Uhura / star trek

tagged by: @appleyed & @riselazarus <3 <3 <3

tagging: @ownmidnight , @failrobin , @leatherforhell , @mu1tiverse , @roysenal , @proditeur , @webheadedhero & YOU READING THIS!!

#i limited myself to only two titan.s but donna roy wally gar vic rave.n joey gart.h are up there too #can u tell what my favorite run was 🫥#me making this list like ok SURE maybe i have a type #this took me legit two weeks to finish #too many characters i obsessed over to finish #i only included characters i could actually give a college seminar on #IM MISSiNG SOME and its killing me #* be the girlfailure you wish to see in the world / ooc.#ty hawke and hailey for tagging me!!! spectacular lists

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coniangray · 3 months

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A FOOTNOTE WILL DO - Shiftingfics on ao3

Mike wheeler has to face the facts. Despite Vecna's curse killing victims in Hawkins one by one, he finds himself in California, Lenora, only to find a complex situation with Will. This day is one that will change everything....

A canon compliant fic that starts in season 4 of stranger things and follows both Mike and Will's prospectives from Lenora all the way to a destroyed, apocalyptic Hawkins after the four gates of those victims collided.

The story is split in two parts:

Part one: The best spring break ever

After the terrible shooting, and Will thinking everything was his fault, Mike tries to approach him, even try to get a word from him. But will doesn't talk- he won't talk. He's mad at himself for everything.

All changes when Mike spits out that one lie he never meant. A lie that stigmatized Will for ages.

Part two: This is the end(?)

A year later. There was an attack on Halloween - called the crawl- that forces both mike and will to come closer to each other after drifting away for a long while. The Hawkins crew now has to protect their hometown from demo creatures by completing night shifts out in the wild, specifically by checking areas that are abandoned and in a non-quarantined zone. Little did they know that in one of them affected Will in a way that can't be deceived. Little did they know that this shift would change everything not even four days later.

The finished story contains 29 chapters and about 120k words. Hope you enjoy <3

#byler #no beta we die like my respect for noah schnapp #shiftingfics #a footnote will do #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fanfic #byler angst #byler theory #flickergate #birthdaygate #march 22 #coniangray #this fic took me A YEAR to finish since i started july 2022 right after vol 2 and went all the way to october but then i dumped it since #i was giving exams last year and retouched it on july 2023 (a year later) and actually wrote part 2 and the shifts and everything #cus it actually means so much to me since it legit came full circle and I finished it on byler week like full on st day #i am crying rn its like sending ur kid to college #and in the end i cried since it was legit the first ever scene that i wrote from that fic like #that last chapter is the reason i wrote the fic in the first place also thank these two gay boys in the 80s for it #yes i have made edits for that fic multiple times #one year anniversary 😭😭 i cant #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #explore

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azmaarts · 1 year

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The Bat-LANGUAGE (WARNING: SWEARING)

The process of making this comic can be simplified to that yes-no-orange-jacket-guy meme.

Me working on my pile of assignments, studying, and drafting college applications: (￢_￢;)

Me screeching at my first comic thingy and only discovering "gutters" after I spent a full day of break drafting, and about to boogie the living hell out of Koalemos himself: ( ⊙ꇴ⊙ )

This post was based off of @theaceofarrows's post! Check out their post through this link!

Since it's Epilepsy Awareness Month, I tried to finish this at least sometime in November... even if it meant starting on the 27th, finishing it on the 29th, and posting on the 30th.

If you (or anyone around you) want to get a basic understanding of epilepsy, try epilepsy.com. Even though Epilepsy Awareness Month is ending, it's not like epilepsy is gonna suddenly vanish. SO. Donate and/or spread the info. And as always, be wary of what you read/find on the internet.

P.S.

Gotta prepare my college applications Part II so I had to speedrun the rest of the coloring which has essentially become... blobs??? !(꒪A꒪|||)

Drafting and "line-art-ing" took two solid days. Bless Discord for granting me the strength to continue with supportive and uh... eccentric friends. XD

I've also been discovering a lot more Jason Todd fans IRL, so shout out to you wonderful people! It was so much fun screaming about Jason with you all! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Edit: DAUM. Thank you all so much!! I'm glad that this made your week, @theaceofarrows! Thanks so much for creating the prompt. Apart from providing me the inspiration to draw, you also got me into better understanding epilepsy. So, thank you! <3

And thank you ALL! You have no idea how much I love reading through your tags. This is legit my new form of therapy. I’m glad that this was received well! You all are amazing. Seriously. Keep thriving, everyone! ( ˊᵕˋ )°♡

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jenonctcity · 2 years

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Rich Purity

The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

“So let me just get this straight.” Your eyebrows were knitted together, and your eyes narrowed as your mind had gone into a complete state of thought process. You were trying desperately to wrap your head around the words you thought that Jeno had just said to you, but honestly it sounded so bizarre, you weren’t sure if you were imagining it or if you’d misheard his words. You could even be dreaming for all you knew, but you just couldn’t believe what you’d thought you’d heard. “You.” You pointed at Jeno, his eyes lowering to your finger and then drifting back up to your face. “Want me.” You moved your finger to point at yourself, Jeno’s eyes once again darting down to your finger before going back to you. “To have sex with you, in exchange for free tutoring for the rest of the semester.”

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad…” His eyebrows furrowed and he cringed, his cheeks blushing a light red and his fingers knitting together as a nervous habit. When Jeno had asked you if he could have a quick word with you after class had finished, you would never have guessed the reason why. Actually you probably would have guessed that he’d just won the lottery ad had come to gloat about it before guessing what he’d actually just said to you.

“But that’s basically how it is, am I correct?” Your mouth was parted slightly as you stared at Jeno. He took a deep breath before letting out a sigh, his hands moving to rest in the pockets of his hoodie as he shuffled around awkwardly on his feet.

“Yes, pretty much.” He nodded his head in confirmation, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly at how firmly he moved his head. He raised a hand up to push them back up his nose and he gave you an awkward smile. “I know it’s a strange offer, considering we don’t really know each other, and we only share one class but…I can see that you’re struggling with the class and I want to help. But I also need help with something so I just figured it could work.”

Lee Jeno, the most beautiful, quietest, cutest, perfect person you’d ever laid eyes on, was asking you for sex in exchange for tutoring. You were mind blown, and honestly thought it was a prank at first. But when you looked into Jeno’s eyes and saw how nervous he was, you came to the conclusion that he was being deadly serious with you, and this was a legit deal. You’d been crushing on Jeno since the first day of class. How could you not? He was every girl’s idea of the perfect guy, and he was super smart! If you could get tutoring from anyone and pass the class, it would be Jeno.

What Jeno had stated was true, you were struggling badly in the class. It wasn’t that you were stupid, it was just that you’d had to take two weeks off the semester prior because you came down with a bad flu that stopped you from attending. You fell behind on the work and had failed to catch up. Your professor had told you it was wise to seek help from one of the other students, and you did plan to ask one of them, it was just that you didn’t know anyone that well in the class and you found it awkward. They probably had their own problems and didn’t have time to add your problems to theirs whilst tutoring you for free. And your weekend job at the clothes store in the local mall didn’t pay enough for you to pay for tutoring.

So Jeno’s offer was a godsend. It’s just, you didn’t know how to feel about having sex with Jeno. Of course, you’d thought about it before when you were daydreaming in class and had let your mind wonder to a dark, steamy place. But you’d never mentally prepare yourself to actually accept the offer of getting underneath him. You weren’t a virgin so you werne’t worried about the sex side of the deal. No it was more the fact that the person who had asked you had a sharp look to his face and was beautifully intimidating.

“Why do you want to have sex with me?” You had to ask, otherwise you’d never get to sleep at night. Jeno’s mouth opened and closed and then he let out a short sigh.

“Okay, please don’t judge me for this but…me and my friends have a pact, and we have to lose our virginities by the end of the year-”

“YOU are a virgin?!” You put emphasis on the word and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. How could someone this handsome, with the social circle he had, and seemingly great personality, still be a virgin?

His cheeks went a darker red and his head lowered slightly, his eyes darting around the empty classroom even though there was no one around but the two of you. He nodded quickly and cleared his throat. “Yes…anyway, one out of four of us has already lost their virginities, and I couldn’t think of a way to do it. I don’t really like parties, and I don’t particularly want a relationship whilst I’m still in college. Then I saw you could use some help and decided to give us a win-win situation. You get the tutoring you need, and I get to lose my virginity.”

He had a point. He gets what he wants, and you get what you need. Also, not only do you get what you need, but you get what you want too, which is sex with Jeno. So yeah, it was a win-win situation. However, you didn’t want to come off as too excited and eager. You cleared your throat and gave him a sweet smile.

“I need to sleep on you- it. I need to sleep on it…” You felt your cheeks going hot at your slip of the tongue. He let out a soft laugh and then glanced down at his shoes. “Can I let you know tomorrow?” You took a deep breath, hoping he didn’t notice how embarrassed you were at your mix up of words. You tried desperately not to let your mind wander with thoughts of sleeping on top of him, but it was starting to look like a lost cause.

“Of course, let me give you my number and you can text me when you’ve made up your mind.” He held his hand out and you hurried to pass him your unlocked phone. He put his number in and then text himself from your phone so that he also had your number. “Thank you for even considering this by the way, I appreciate it.”

“I’ll text you soon.” He handed your phone back and you gave him a quick smile as you hastily made your exit out of the classroom. Your face was hot, and you could feel the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Was this really happening? You still couldn’t quite comprehend the situation, so you decided to do what you always did in circumstances where you didn’t know what to do.

Consult your best friend.

You’d known Mark since he came over from Canada. You’d met in high school and had been best friends ever since. You’d gone through a lot of things together and had always leaned on each other through rough times and happy times. Like when Mark got rejected by the girl he’d been pining after for months, or when you both got accepted into the same university and got drunk from celebrating. Mark was also your first kiss, as where you his. It had been a simple kiss, and you both cringed afterwards, but it was a milestone for you both that you didn’t regret.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been wanting him to dick you down since you laid eyes on him and now, you’re actually questioning it?” Mark had a confused look etched across his face as he laid on your dorm bed. He was munching on popcorn and watching you as you paced around the small room.

“Oh no, I’m definitely going to say yes! But do you think that it’s a bit…odd?”

“100% its odd, but it doesn’t mean it’s bad. Just make sure he uses protection and is a gentleman with you.” He shrugged, shovelling a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You hummed in thought, not even thinking as you pulled your phone out and sent a message to Jeno saying that you were up for his deal. Mark narrowed his eyes at you and then started to giggle. “Yo wait, did you just text him? I thought you told him you would tell him tomorrow?” You widened your eyes and your grip on your phone tightened.

“Do you think that he’ll think I’m too keen? Oh no that’s so embarrassing!” You flopped onto your bed face first, landing half on Mark and causing him to grunt. He continued to giggle, patting your back to try and comfort you.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s probably super excited to have sex with you and I’m sure he was nervous to even ask you something like this. Your quick response has probably calmed him.” Mark shrugged and ate more popcorn. You turned your head and looked at him, reaching out and taking one of his hands in your own. He smiled softly, lacing his fingers with yours and giving it a tender squeeze. If Mark wasn’t your best friend, you had easily fell in love with him, but the two of you were too close and neither of you had ever had anything other than platonic feelings for each other. “I’m rooting for you.”

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You and Jeno had been texting back and forth trying to figure out what days you should schedule your study sessions and which day you should ‘do the do’ as Mark had been calling it. You’d both decided just to get it out the way with, and Jeno was very keen. So, the day you’d arranged for was this coming Saturday. You were going to go over to his apartment that he apparently shared with his friends, but he’d told you he had the place to himself on that day.

You were nervous, you couldn’t lie. You were stood in front of Lee Jeno’s door, wearing the nicest bra and panty set that you owned underneath your leggings and oversized hoodie, trying to urge yourself to knock on his door.

After what felt like minutes but in reality, was only seconds, you knocked on the door, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet as you waited for him to answer.

The door swung open slowly and Jeno appeared from behind it with a small smile on his lips. He looked…good. A simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants but it made him look effortlessly hot. That was all you could think of as you stared at him.

“Hey.”

“Hey, come on in.” You missed the way his eyes ran up and down your body before settling on your face. You smiled at him as you walked past him into the apartment. The first thing you noticed that it was surprisingly clean for an apartment occupied by four young men. Of course that would be the first thing you noticed, why notice the dimmed lights, the Netflix home screen on the television, and the bottle of wine on the coffee table when you could notice the cleanliness of the place. Although that was the next thing your eyes caught sight of and it sent a bit of shiver down your spine in anticipation.

“Ah, so we’re going to Netflix and chill?” You turned to give him an amused smile as he walked up behind you. He looked a bit spooked at first, almost as if he had been caught in an embarrassing situation. But then he noticed the amusement on your face, and he gave you a smile that mirrored yours, followed with a soft laugh.

“Original huh?” He walked past you and sat on the couch, patting the material beside himself, and giving you a shy smile. “You can pick what we watch.” He held the remote out to you as you walked around the couch and slowly sat down, placing your bag on the floor beside you. You took the remote and turned your attention to the tv.

“Itaewon class okay with you?” If he said no it was too late because you’d already selected it.

“Yeah, just not the first episode because I’ll cry.” His confession about crying to a tv show made you giggle gently, unsure whether he was being serious or not. You did as he asked anyway and selected the second episode, it didn’t matter to you because you’d already watched the series, and it showed on Jeno’s account that he had too. “Would you like a drink?” He asked after a few moments of silence, settling beside you on the couch.

“I’m good thanks.” You gave him a smile and then turned your attention to the tv. You couldn’t pinpoint whether it was Jeno’s presence, the sexual tension, or the fact that knew you knew you were sat on his couch watching Netflix was because he wanted sex with you, but your panties were starting to stick against you, the arousal sitting heavy in your stomach and causing your body to prepare itself for what was to come.

You made it to halfway through the episode before Jeno made a move. He started off slow, just inching his hand over to gently place on your thigh, your stomach fluttering as a pang of nervousness rushed around your system. You couldn’t even begin to comprehend how nervous Jeno must feel considering he was the one making all the moves. You felt him shuffling beside you, moving to aim his body towards you more, his other hand catching your jaw in his grasp. Your eyes widened momentarily before your vision changed from the tv as Jeno turned your head. Jeno’s face which was a lot closer than you had thought, and his eyes were locked on your parted lips. He licked his bottom lip, his eyes shutting as he pulled your face to his, his lips closing over yours and feeling softer than any other lips you’d ever felt.

You melted into his kiss, his hand tightening on your thigh as he languidly moved his lips in time with yours. Jeno gripped onto your hips, not wasting any time in pulling you onto his lap. It was surprising how forward he was being, but his confidence and how he was taking control was turning you on. His tongue edged its way into the kiss, your mouth responding by parting more and allowing him to assert him dominance over your tongue too. Jeno could feel that you were purposely hovering above his lap, your knees on either side of his legs keeping your body a few inches above his own. But he wanted more, so he grabbed your hips, and pushed you down onto his lap completely. The feeling of his hard cock against your core made you let out an involuntary moan into his mouth. He smirked against your lips, bucking his crotch up into yours in response to your sultry moan that was doing wonders to his hard on.

You didn’t notice the way his hands were shaking as he cupped you underneath your thighs, standing up and holding you in his arms, his lips never leaving yours for one moment. You assumed he was taking you through to his bedroom, and your assumptions were correct as before you knew it your head was hitting a soft pillow and Jeno was crawling on top of you, dropping the weight of his body onto you. His body laid between your legs, his hard cock grinding directly into your heat. His lips finally parted from yours, the wet pillows drifting down your jaw and finally settling on your neck. With one arm on one side of your head, he used his other hand to gently grasp your jaw, tilting your head back against the pillow to gain easier access to your neck. Everything about you took over his senses. The way you felt warm against his cool fingertips, the taste of your neck against his tongue, the sounds of your deep breaths falling from your lips at the way his cock was grinding into your core, the sight of you falling apart bit by bit in front of him, and the smell of your fruity perfume that was intoxicating and made his head swim in everything about you.

“Ow.” You mumbled gently, causing Jeno to pull away quickly, his eyes alert as he looked down at you with worry in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before from the arousal swimming about in his body.

“Yeah, you’re just leaning on my hair.” You giggled softly which made him relax, a smile appearing across his lips and his eyes turning into little crescent moon shapes.

“Sorry.” He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek that was far more intimate than you’d have expected him to be considering this was meant to just be a onetime hook-up. He sat back on his knees, removing his arm from your hair, and gently brushing it closer to your head so it was less likely to get in his way. You looked up at him between your parted legs, seeing how dark his eyes had turned under the soft lighting of the moon shining through the window, the lust swimming in his gaze making the fire in your stomach flare like someone had poured gasoline on it.

It took you by surprise when he pulled his t-shirt over his head, especially when you laid your eyes on his abs and chiselled chest. He must workout, but he didn’t strike you as the type of person who worked out. It’s not that Jeno was the quiet, brainy type who spent all of his time studying with no time to workout, it was just that he always wore thick hoodies to class and you never got to see what his body, so it just never occurred to you that he would look like that underneath his hoodies.

You sat up and pulled your own hoodie over your head, throwing it onto the floor without a care, wanting to move the process along and you had no idea if he had enough confidence to take your hoodie off himself. He smirked slightly and ducked down, laying kisses to your chest, swirling his tongue around teasingly on your skin. His lips moved downwards, and he kissed at your breasts, both of his hands coming up and squeezing at them over your white laced bra, which he forgot to mention, but he found the way the white lace looked against your soft skin to be very sexy, enough that his cock twitched in his boxers. He pulled your bra down enough for his lips to wrap around your left nipple, the sudden moan that left your lips causing him to gaze up at you. Your eyes were barely open as you made eye contact with him, the sultry look in your eyes making him want to take you right there and then, but he didn’t want your experience with him to be over quickly, especially when it was his first time and he wanted to look back on this as an amazing experience. It hadn’t ever occurred to him to ask if you’d had sex before. Well until this moment.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked suddenly, his lips wet with his spit as he pulled away from your nipple. You raised your head off the pillow and shook it.

“No, I’ve had sex a few times.”

“Okay, great.” He smiled and went back to suckling at your nipple, just pleased that he wouldn’t have to worry as much about the pressure of taking your virginity. Losing his virginity was pressure enough, what if he was awful? What if you had a bad experience with him? These thoughts had ran through his mind plenty of times since he’d proposed his offer to you, but he pushed them aside so that negative thoughts didn’t cloud his head and ruin it for him anyway.

A sensual moan that left your lips as his thumb rolled around your other nipple gave him a boost of confidence, and he pulled away from you and grabbed the sides of your leggings, tugging them down your hips strongly and taking your white lace panties with them. He threw them onto the floor and paused as he watched you sit forward slightly so that you could unclip your bra, letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor.

“Fuck.” He moaned at the sight of you bare before him, your legs spread and inviting him in wordlessly. He paused momentarily as his eyes ran over your breasts and down to you glistening heat. He reached forward with his right hand, not being able to stop himself from trailing his fingers up through your wet folds, your slick coating his pointer and middle fingers as he stroked you slowly. You bit your bottom lip, not feeling much yet, but he was new to this, so you just waited for him to get the hang of it. He was looking down at your core and didn’t notice the way you watched his bottom tuck between his teeth in concentration. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him, finding it oddly adorable that he had such a cute concentration face despite the fact he had his fingers on your most private of places. You were so invested in his face that it took you by surprise when his thumb made contact with your clit, rolling it in a circular motion and making an involuntary moan spill from your lips. Your moan caught his attention, and he glanced up at you with his lip still caught between his teeth. His lips slowly changed into a smirk, and his lip was finally released from the assault of his teeth. He slipped a finger on his other hand inside of you, moving it in and out slowly as his thumb continued to draw circles on your clit.

“That’s good, you can add another finger.” You decided that he could do with some encouragement, considering he’d never done this before and his nerves must be through the roof, but despite this, he had a very calm exterior. He gave you a nod to show that he’d heard you, and another finger slowly slipped inside of you.

“This okay?” He asked in a raspy voice, his fingers moving slowly.

“Mhm, better than okay.” You said in a breathy way, trying to regulate your breathing as his ministrations were causing you to be breathless. Your encouragement was doing wonders for his confidence and ego, so he didn’t hesitate to speed up the pace of his fingers. After what felt like hours but in reality, was only a few minutes of him fingering you, his fingers moved harder and faster, whimpers falling from you at the knot building in your stomach.

“Fuck Jeno! Keep going, oh my god!” You writhed on his bed, your back arching and eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The sight made him move the hand he had on your clit to grasp at his hard cock through his sweatpants, needing to feel some relief. His fingers didn’t slow down at all as he swooped in and replaced his hand with your mouth. The way his lips sucked on your clit was the final straw for you, and you saw stars as Jeno made you cum all over his fingers. He slowed down his motions but lifted his head up to look at you.

“Did you cum?” He asked, noticing the way your wet walls suddenly pulsed around his fingers and the way your body stiffened only to relax moments later. He was proud of himself. Very proud of himself.

“Yeah, that was amazing.” You said as you breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling and your fingers releasing the sheets you didn’t even realise you were gripping hold of. “Can you fuck me now?” Jeno almost choked on his own spit at your blunt request.

He slipped his fingers out of you and stuttered out a small “Y-yeah.” Before he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them off his legs and almost throwing them across the room in his haste. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom, quickly slipping it on his cock and giving it a few tugs. He took a deep breath and lined himself up at your dripping core, pushing into you very slowly and trying not to cum instantly at the way your tight walls sucked him in.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head bracing his body as he took in deep breaths to prepare himself. You bit your bottom lip at the erotic sight of him hovering over you, his muscles tense and his eyes shut as he got used to the feeling of being buried inside of you. The feeling of euphoria as you watched him didn’t last long though, as he started to move his hips and that feeling was soon interrupted with repeated pangs of pleasure from how he was slowly fucking you.

“J-Jeno!” You moaned out, his body lowering down as he moved to lean against his forearms, his head ducking down and tucking into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped onto his back, your nails leaving crescent moon shaped indents into his soft skin. Jeno did what felt natural and rocked his hips into you, quiet grunts resonating in his throat from the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned out, picking up the pace and starting to slam his hips into you, the heat radiating off of him making you start to perspire in the same way he was starting to get a light sheen of sweat over his skin. “I-I’m-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence, his body stilling and tensing up as his release into the condom, his orgasm washing over him and making him feel like he could see stars. He didn’t know how to explain it, but this orgasm felt different to any other orgasm he’d had before when he was masturbating. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but he assumed it was to do with having another person with him who was the cause of his orgasm. It felt more…special? He wasn’t sure, and he couldn’t think much about it in that moment anyway, as he was still buried balls deep inside of you.

You didn’t hold it against Jeno that he came within two minutes of fucking you, he was a virgin, and most men are known for not lasting long during their first time, so you didn’t mind. Besides, he’d already given you and wonderful orgasm, so you were practically even. It still took you by surprise though when he pulled out of you and immediately shuffled down the bed, laying down between your legs and licking a stripe up your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out breathily, your head falling back against the pillow and your eyes drifting shut. How was he so good at oral? He was a virgin less than five minutes ago and now he was close to bringing you to your second orgasm of the night. He smirked against your pussy, proud of himself for the way you were reacting to his tongue work. He decided in that moment that he could eat you out all day, it was quickly becoming his favourite hobby, and even after this night was over, if you ever asked him to eat your pussy again, he would in a heartbeat. He grabbed hold of your legs and threw them over his shoulders, wanting to feel the way your muscles in your legs reacted to the way his tongue was flicking against your bundle of nerves.

It was when he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you a curled them up, that you finally hit your peak, your thighs tightening his head like a vice and your walls pulsating around his fingers, the firework exploding inside of you. He licked up the mess he’d made around your thighs and then sat back, wiping his hand over his chin that was glistening from your juices. You lifted your head and smiled shyly at him, letting out a gentle giggle as he reached across to his bedside table and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean himself up with. He pulled off the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the bin across his room.

“I’ll be back in one second.” He mumbled, pulling on his sweatpants, and disappearing out of the room. You bit your bottom lip and glanced around his bedroom for the first time, noticing a few Star Wars posters in frames on the wall, as well as a large tv with a PlayStation set up to it. His bedroom looked cosy, decorated in a dark blue and cream, with minimal things in the small space, but enough to make it look lived in. It suited him and brought a gentle smile to your face.

Jeno came back a minute later with a damp wash cloth. He handed it to you and then quickly walked around his room to gather up your clothes that had been thrown around haphazardly. You wiped around your area to clean it off, before slowly standing up and stretching out your limbs. Jeno smiled as he handed you your clothes, awkwardly turning around to give some privacy despite having just had his mouth on your heat.

“Jeno you just fucked me; you don’t have to turn around.” You giggled as you pulled on your underwear, followed by your leggings and your hoodie. Jeno blushed and let out a soft chuckle as he turned back around.

“Yeah sorry, thank you by the way.” He bit his bottom lip, his shyness and awkwardness making your heart thud at how adorable he was, which was a complete juxtaposition to how hot you found him not too long ago.

“You’re more than welcome, thank you too, not bad for a first timer.” You winked at him, approaching him, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I should get going, it’s been fun though, text me about the first tutoring session, I’m free most nights.” You gave him a big smile and watched as he raised his eyebrows.

“Actually, I wondered if maybe you wanted to stay for a little while, I’ll buy takeout and we can finish the next episode of Itaewon class or something.” He smiled softly and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. You’d just taken his virginity, the least he could do was buy you Chinese food, or pizza, or whatever you fancied. Although he did hope you picked Chinese food as it was his favourite. “My roommates won’t be home for a while so there’s no rush for you to leave.” You pursed your lips as you contemplated your choices. You could either sit with this handsome man, eat takeout, and enjoy his company, or you could go home to your dorm room and eat heated up mac’n’cheese, alone.

“I like Chinese food.”

Jeno decided he liked you a lot more for those four words.

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It had been less a week, 2 days and approximately 22 hours since the last time you’d met up with Jeno and had taken his virginity for him, and today was the day of your first tutoring session with him. You’d texted back and forth with him and ultimately decided that he was going to come over to your dorm for an hour on Tuesday evenings, and you’d go over to his apartment for an hour on Thursday evenings. So as you waited for Jeno to come over you obsessively made sure that your bed was made and all of your dirty laundry had been picked up and put in your laundry basket. The last thing you needed was for Jeno to see a bra on the floor, sure he had already seen your bra on the floor, on his floor to be more specific, but this time it just felt different. He wasn’t coming over to fuck you, he was coming over so you didn’t fuck your education.

You hadn’t stop thinking about Jeno ever since you’d left his apartment that night, filled up with Chinese food and knowing a lot more about Jeno than you’d known when you’d entered the apartment. Jeno had told you that he didn’t have a job because his parents were well off and they would rather him focus on his studies than on a job he didn’t need. He also told you that he liked to go to the gym, he loved spending time with his roommates who were also his best friends, and he’d never had a proper girlfriend before. Sure he’d been on a few dates, but most of the women scared him off from coming on too strong. You got vibes from Jeno that he wasn’t quite a shy person, he was just introverted and kept to himself, that’s why he had the balls to ask you to have sex with him in exchange for tutoring, but also why he was a still virgin in the first place.

Jeno came over at exactly 7pm, study books in his bag and a smile on his face. The study session went really well and you were surprised with yourself for concentrating enough to actually learn a substantial amount. It wasn’t that you normally found it hard to concentrate during studying, it was just that Jeno was so handsome, kind, and patient, that he was making you want to jump on him and smother his face in kisses. You had no idea why you felt this way, but pinned it on the fact that you’d slept with him and he’d been nothing but a gentleman, also you did have a minor crush on him. Well maybe it was major, you weren’t too sure yet.

The night had consisted of a good amount of studying, mixed with some gossip about people you both knew and lots of sexual tension. You thought that maybe you were just imagining it but the way Jeno’s palm slid up your thigh as he went to take your pen from you or the way you caught him staring at you as you read a paragraph in his book, really was starting to make you think he wanted to fuck you again as much as you wanted to fuck him.

You’d planned for Thursday night to go down in a similar fashion, except when you arrived at Jeno’s apartment his roommates were home this time. You’d never met any of them in person before, only having seen them recently when you saw Jeno walking with them on campus. You did recognise Renjun however from the times you’d seen him hanging around the art department at the university, but Jeno said he was out with his girlfriend so wouldn’t be there. You walked in after taking off your shoes at the door and then followed Jeno through to his bedroom, but on the way there you had to pass the living room.

“Jeno you didn’t tell us you were having company over?” A voice said in a teasing tone, a tall boy with light brown hair approaching you with a smile that matched his teasing tone. His hair was obviously bleached to that colour, as his dark roots were growing through already and giving away his secret. “Hi, I’m Jaemin.”

“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” You gave him a polite smile and bowed slightly to him.

“So are you the girl who took Jeno’s virginity?”

“Donghyuck!” Jeno scolded the boy who was lounging on the couch with a big smile on his face. Your face heated up and you went slightly wide eyed from shock at his question.

“That would be me.” You answered with a smile, not wanting them to see how embarrassed you were and masking it with your smile. Although, you had a feeling that Jeno’s cheeks were hotter than yours as he ran a hand over his face and let out a low groan.

“Well now she’s confirmed it that means that Jeno definitely came 2nd place in our little pact.” Donghyuck said with a loud sigh and looked between the other guys before his eyes settled back on you. “I refused to believe him with just his word, I needed confirmation from you too.” He explained and gave you a cheeky smile. Jeno grabbed your arm gently and started to pull you into the direction of his room.

“Yeah go me, come on (Y/N).” He said as he herded you into his room. He shut the door behind him and gave you a guilty smile, “Sorry about them, they don’t get out much or have much contact with females.” He let out a small chuckle and you shrugged in response.

“It would explain why they’re still virgins then.” You couldn’t help yourself from saying that as you smiled in amusement at him. He laughed in response and brushed his hair out of his face. You noticed that the book he’s used to help you study with was laid on his bed and you picked it up as you sat down on his sheets. You opened the book to where the sheet of paper he’d used as a bookmark was and tried to familiarise yourself with what you’d covered on Tuesday’s session before you moved on to the next chapter.

You missed the way Jeno’s eyes never left your body as you innocently read the book. He couldn’t help but feel a fire burning inside of his stomach as images of your naked body underneath him flashed through his mind. He knew it was a risky game to play with you sat on his bed, especially since he was supposed to be tutoring you. But you were so beautiful, and he felt a bit of a pull towards you. Could it be because you took his virginity? He wasn’t sure. But if he had to pin it down to anything it was probably because of that. He was a sentimental guy, but he knew that had it been any other girl take his virginity he probably wouldn’t feel such affections towards her in the way he did to you.

Oh yes, he was about to play a risky game.

Said game started when he grabbed the book from your hands and threw it onto the floor, the poor spine of the book looking strained as it landed openly with pages being bent in all sorts of directions. He would worry about that later though. You looked up in surprise and all you saw was Jeno’s face getting super close before his lips smashed against yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as he held you firmly, his lips slotted perfectly against yours despite the urgency that he had kissed you in. You came to your senses and kissed him back, the two of you moving your lips in time with each other like it was a natural thing for you both to do despite it not being something you’d agreed on doing more than once.

You couldn’t describe it but kissing Jeno just felt right. He made your heartbeat faster in your chest and your stomach go all fluttery in your abdomen. You didn’t class that as having feelings for him though, since you barely knew him. Instead, you liked to think that it was merely because it was new and exciting, and Jeno was as hot as the sun.

“Jeno,” You pulled back from his lips, looking into his half open eyes that became suddenly more alert and wider as you pushed him away with your hand gently on his chest. You kind of wished he’d be the one to think rationally about this and pause whatever this was going to be, but you beat him to it. “Should we really be doing this?” You asked, proud of yourself for maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes that suddenly flickered down to look at your lips.

“Yes.” Was his response as he leaned back in and tried to kiss you. You were too quick though and leaned your head back and looked at him with a raise eyebrow in question. “Don’t you want to?” He asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

“I do! Just…this was supposed to be a one time thing you know? I just didn’t think you had any more interest in sex with me other than doing it once to lose your virginity.” His face fell slightly at your sudden outburst of words, which made you feel a bit bad because you knew it was ruining the mood, so you quickly added on. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I’m not saying no.” He sighed and sat back, using his hand as support for his upper body on the bed.

“I want to fuck you again, and maybe after today I’ll want to fuck you again, and again, and again. We on the same page now?” He asked with his eyebrow cocked in a smug sort of way, his lips also tugging into a smirk when he saw the way you looked slightly thrown off guard by his blunt words. Well damn. He’d really blindsided you with that one to the point where you just nodded eagerly. “Use your words darling.” What the actual fuck Jeno? You thought to yourself as sparks shot through you simply from his firm tone and demanding words.

“Yes.” You said and gulped; you mouth parting as you stared at him in awe. You were so hot for him right now that you probably would have screamed or thrown something at him if he didn’t fuck you right now. His lips were suddenly on yours again, but you pushed him back again with your hand to his chest. He sighed irritably and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What now?” He asked, his tone showing just how eager he was because he sounded pissed off at being stopped yet again.

“Your friends are here.”

“So?”

“So they might hear us!” You whisper shouted at him as though they had supersonic hearing and could hear you talking. He rolled his eyes and that smirk came back as he winked at you.

“Good. I want them to hear your pretty little moans as I stuff my cock into your tight pussy. I want them to get jealous as they hear you riding my cock knowing that they’re virgins and can’t have what I have.” His low voice and filthy words made you leak into your panties from how hot he was being. What happened to the sweet gentle Jeno who came in under 2 minutes when you took his virginity? Was your pussy really that good that it tainted that sweet boy? Either way you weren’t complaining.

“Fuck.” You whispered out just before his lips successfully connected with yours for the second time that evening. This kiss however was a complete contrast to the previous one. This one had the heat of a thousand flames mixed with enough passion to write fifty steamy romance novels behind it. To summarise, it took your breath away and left you wanting more.

He slowly lowered your body down onto the bed using his, his mouth never leaving yours even for a millisecond as laid beside you. His hand ran down your side, caressing you as it travelled down until it rested on your ass, his fingers squeezing it until you felt it start to pinch the skin but in the best way possible. His tongue found yours as he rolled you over onto your back, his body caging you in against his bed with his hips grinding down onto yours. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your abdomen, it sending flickers of heat shooting through your body and making you crave more. You couldn’t wait. Fuck the foreplay.

“Just fuck me.” You moaned into his mouth, moving one of your hands down to the zipper of his jeans but were stopped when one of his hands grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Ask nicely.” He grunted back at you, pulling his lips away from yours and staring down at you with a dark gaze, as if challenging you to be demanding again. You stared back at him, batting your eyelashes to put emphasis on your next words.

“Please fuck me.” You spoke in a sickly-sweet way that made his lips curl at the corners into a smug smile.

“Not yet.” He rolled off you and then let out a soft laugh, his hands coming down and unzipping his jeans. You couldn’t see properly from the angle you were laying at you so sat up and looked down at his crotch. His hard cock looked aggressively pink at the tip, a bead of precum glistening under the light of his lamp that was situated on his bedside table. You hadn’t even had time to properly take in your surroundings as you came into his room as things had led to another pretty sharpish. Not that it mattered to you much since all you could think about right now was Jeno, Jeno, Jeno. You looked up from his dick to see that he was smirking at you. “Go on then.” He spoke in a simple way, as if his instructions were perfectly clear. You stood up from the bed and went to push down your own jeans when he shook his head at you. “Not that.” His eyes flickered from you, to his cock, back to you.

Oh.

Jeno’s cock fit perfectly in your mouth. Well actually that’s a lie. About two inches of it didn’t fit without making you gag so you had to use your hand to work in time with your mouth as you sucked him life your like depending on it. Jeno’s moans filled the room, and you were certain that his friends could hear his pretty moans when the original plan Jeno had was for them to hear your pretty moans.

“That’s it, good girl.” Jeno moaned out, his fingers grasping your hair and using it to aid your head in bobbing up and down on his rock hard dick. His praise sent bolts of electricity through you and caused your panties to get wetter every time he uttered words of filth to you. You still couldn’t quite grasp how different this Jeno was to the first Jeno that fucked you. Had he been taking online classes on how to be a master at fucking? Perhaps he’d been watching more porn? Either way you planned on asking. Not yet though, after he’d scrambled your guts up.

“Hey,” Jaemin called over to Donghyuck, pulling his attention away from the tv. “Do you hear that?” He asked as the show they were watching finished, the sounds of something banging into something echoing throughout the room, followed by the repeated noise of muffle moaning. Donghyuck’s face screwed up and he gagged as he clamped his hands over his ears.

“Hear it?! I can feel the vibrations of it in my soul!” He exclaimed and hurried to snatch the remote control from the coffee table, jamming the volume button with his thumb until the sound of the tv was at full volume and completely drowned out your moans.

“I didn’t think he had it in him. I’m impressed.” Jaemin said with a chuckle, nodding his head in approval as focused his attention on the tv.

Jeno’s hips slammed into the soft flesh of your ass as he fucked you from behind. Your knees were starting to hurt from the pressure of your body being shoved into the bed, but that didn’t matter because Jeno’s cock was hitting all the right spots inside of you. You hoped that the tight grip his fingers had on your hips would leave behind bruises as a reminder of how good he made you feel.

“Fuck!” You whined out into his pillow, your knuckles burning from how tight your grip was on the pillow aa you held on for dear life. “Oh fuck Jeno!” Your words were muffled in the pillow, but Jeno heard you loud and clear. His eyes were glued onto where your bodies connected, completely focusing on the way your pussy sucked his cock in leaving him constantly feeling like he was on the edge of being high. His hand came down, slapping the soft globes of your ass and causing the sound to ricochet off the walls, a moan fleeing your throat at the same time.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, oh yes that’s it baby.” Moans fell from his mouth as you moved your hips back, fucking yourself on his cock which in turn coaxed his orgasm to build more and more inside of him. He couldn’t help but think to himself how he had missed out on this feeling by not asking you to have sex with him months ago. If only he could turn back time and makes the most of those long months he spent cumming into his fist. He reached down, pressing his chest against your back and leaning more of his weight on you as his hands reach around and cupped your breasts in his hands, his thumb and fingers working on tugging your nipples firmly as he rutted his hips into you at a fast pace.

Your breathing came out in a rough pants, the tingling feeling inside of you building up and up until eventually you felt your walls pulsating around Jeno’s cock as your body went through the motions of your orgasm spilling over the edge. Your body went completely slack underneath Jeno as you let your body relax from the intensity of the fucking you’d received. A fucking of which was still happening, as Jeno held your hips up and continued to slam into you until he stilled momentarily, his cock deep inside of you as he spilled his cum into the condom separating you. A long moan left his parted lips as he bucked his hips into you slowly, riding out his orgasm and loosening his grip on you.

“You okay?” He breathed out, letting his softening cock slip from you as he moved backwards to lay beside you, resting his head on his arm with an amused smile on his face as he watched you breathing heavily into his pillow.

“Whothefuckareyou?” You mumbled, your words almost incoherent from how quickly they came out and travelled into his soft pillow. He laughed and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, having heard you but not sure what you meant.

“What do you mean?” He asked, reaching over and rubbing your naked back in slow circles. His touch felt warm, comforting, and not at all platonic. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move away form his touch no matter how much the thought of it feeling wrong ran through your mind.

“The Jeno I fucked last week was completely different to the Jeno that just mixed up my insides just now! Where did that come from?!” You moved your face to face him, looking up at him with glistening eyes as you smiled at him in awe. He chuckled in amusement and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, his smile bright and causing his eye smile to form. God he was beautiful. You didn’t even feel guilty about having those thoughts about him either even though you knew it was treading in dangerous territory.

“Did you like it?” He asked instead of responding to your question, his eyes trailing back down your naked body as he licked his lips in desire. He couldn’t get enough of you, you were starting to feel like a new type of drug he’d become addicted to overnight.

“You could say that.” Your voice was soft and your smile was sweet. It sent his sexual desire away and turned into something that felt a bit different. A bit like endearment, or craving. But even though at the back of his mind he was telling himself he should keep you at an arm’s length, he just couldn’t bring himself to do that. He wanted you within his reach where he could spread your legs open and devour you at any moment he wanted. He just hoped you felt the same way, or things could get messy.

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Things did indeed get messy. The studying with Jeno continued weekly, each time the two of you had sex. It became a sort of routine. Go to his place or your place, fuck, study, go home. Neither of you even pretended anymore that you weren’t going to have sex because it was just a guarantee that it would happen. Gone were the worries of falling for him. Because you were already too deep in that rabbit hole to pull yourself out of it, so why bother worry about it?

Things in class had remained how they had before too. No one suspected that you and Jeno were doing the dirty multiple times a week since you didn’t even acknowledge each other in class at all. Well apart from sneaking subtle glances at each other every now and then followed with a simple smile to each other. Although you did often find yourself sitting in class, biting your lip and thinking to yourself about your ‘relationship’ with Jeno. Did he feel the same way you did? Did he also have a big fat crush on you like you did him? It was a question you weren’t sure you wanted to answer to.

The problem was as well was that your previous study session with Jeno had left you utterly confused. Normally he fucked you like you were nothing but a living sex toy, letting out his horniness on you and giving you the fuck of your life every single time. But the last study session you had with him was different. He had taken his time, been gentle, kept eye contact with you and made sure not to grab you too hard. It left you wondering why the sudden change. It felt like you’d stepped into the past and had sex with virgin Jeno again. Not that you were complaining! He still got you off twice and you had a great time. But it brought in those mushy, gooey feelings that you had for him. The feelings where you wanted to hold his hand, go on cute dates with him, sleep over with him after sex instead of studying and then going home. It also played in your mind that that was your second to last study session with him as the semester was nearly over and that’s when you both agreed to stop whatever it was this was called between you both. Was he different towards you because of that? You didn’t know.

Today was different. It was your last study session with Jeno, and you felt a pit of despair inside of your gut. You really weren’t ready for this to end yet. Especially since you didn’t know if the two of you would remain as friends afterwards, or if you’d just go back to being strangers and sharing a class together.

You’d gone over to Jeno’s and luckily his friends weren’t there, so you didn’t have to make small talk with them when you really weren’t feeling up for it today. You’d gone into his room and placed your bag down on his floor before taking a seat on his bed. He smirked to himself as he sat down beside you, his hand immediately coming up and brushing away your hair to make a clear space for him to access your neck. You tensed up, which he noticed but didn’t think much of it. He leaned in and gently placed a kiss at the base of your neck, letting his lips linger for a moment before kissing your warm skin again.

“I’m not in the mood.” You whispered to him, which made him pull back from you and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. That wasn’t like you at all. You were always in the mood. You glanced over at him as he shuffled away from you on the bed to give you some space. You felt butterflies inside of your stomach from nervousness at telling him you didn’t want to have sex with him. You did want to, desperately wanted to even. But you’d hoped that when you walked in he would slam you against the bedroom wall and take you in a rough manner. Not gently kiss your neck in the intimate way that he had which had your mind wondering again whether he had feelings for you or not. You didn’t want to think about that right now, not when you weren’t certain where you stood with Jeno after tonight.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a soothing voice, wanting to get to the bottom of your sudden reluctance to let him touch you. You looked over at him and gave him a weak smile, it being the only type of smile you could conjure up.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just don’t feel like doing that tonight.” You spotted the book you used to study with on his bedside table and moved to grab it, opening it up and attempting to read it, but in reality, your eyes were just scanning over the words written on the page with your brain not registering the words at all.

“Oh okay, that’s fine.” He said with a fake smile plastered on his face. He wasn’t made or upset that you didn’t want to have sex. Instead, he felt a bad sensation in his chest, unsure why you were being a bit standoffish with him. Had he done something to upset you? That was what he wanted to ask you, but he suddenly felt like he was lost for words and tongue tied. You both could feel the awkwardness in the air, and you didn’t know how to do or say.

“I’m gonna go, thank you for everything Jeno, I’m all caught up with my studies now so…yeah.” You said quickly as you stood up, placing the book down on his bed as you scooped your bag up from the floor. Jeno also stood up quickly, making his way to do the door before you could get to it.

“Wait, (Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked, finally finding the courage to confront you about this. You avoided looking at him as you stood in front of him, just wishing he would step aside, let you retreat, and maybe one day you’d get over him. Or not, but perhaps you could buy lots of cats and be the local crazy cat lady. You sighed, finally looking up at him but wishing you hadn’t, as you could see the hurt in his eyes. Ugh, even when you were feeling like shit he still made you feel all gooey inside just from how beautiful his stupid face was. Except you didn’t think his face was stupid. You thought his face was perfect and this was why you had a problem right now. Because it wasn’t just his face, it was everything about him. How no one had ever fallen in love with this man before was a mystery to you because he was everything you could ever wish for in a man.

You took a deep breath, looking back down at the ground as you spoke. “Nothing is wrong. I just don’t think I need to study today.” You spoke timidly, it being obvious you were lying but you didn’t think he would have the balls to call you out on it.

“Bullshit.” So, you were wrong, he had called you out on it. Even though he had called you out on your lie, his voice was still soft and not at all showing the negative emotion he felt. Your head snapped up at him, your cheeks hot as you knew you were probably going to have to face this head on. “Tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” He asked, his voice still softer than a cloud which made you start to feel guilty about lying to him. You momentarily shut your eyes, trying to think about what to do. You could either spin another lie and risk him getting upset or mad since it was clear you were a crap liar. Or you could tell him the truth and risk yourself getting upset when he rejected you.

You made your choice.

“You’re just confusing me!” You blurted out, looking up at him as your voice went up an octave. His eyebrows raised in surprise at the loudness of your voice and sudden outburst. “You fucked me like I was a whore every time we saw each other, until last time when you fucked me like you’re madly in love with me! I don’t know why you did that but it confused me because I really like you and you probably don’t like me back but now I’m starting to think maybe you do like me but I’m probably wrong and I don’t want to get hurt because this stupid thing was just supposed to b-“

“Shut up.” You were dumbfounded by his sudden interruption of your absolute mess of an explanation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him as you were still pretty shocked, he’d not only cut you off, but had done it in a rather blunt way.

“I said shut up. You’re talking a load of shit.” He laughed, moving away from the door and taking a few steps towards you. You were lost for words and went to take a step back, but he grabbed you by the arm and used his strength to keep you still. “It’s bold of you to assume that I don’t like you considering we finished that stupid book weeks ago and you’re caught up in class now, yet I never once suggested we didn’t need to continue with these study sessions. We’ve been going over the same stupid chapter for weeks, and no, its not just because I wanted to have my way with you.” He moved a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing over your warm skin as he gazed into your eyes. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it was definitely a perk. But I really like your company, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you took my virginity for fuck’s sake. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to some guys, but it meant a lot to me.” His voice was gentle, yet firm in a sense of he was getting his point across to you. You were gobsmacked, your mouth open slightly in awe of everything he was saying to you.

“You like me?” You managed to mumble out, gulping down the pool of saliva that had built in your throat from being so stunned as he spilled out his confession to you. He rolled his eyes and chuckled softly, pulling your body flush against his own, wanting to have you as close to him as he could.

“You know that list of things I just called you? I’m adding dumb to that list. Yes I like you!” He brought his lips close to yours and brushed them together, sneaking in a very soft peck that left you feeling breathless. “I was actually going to ask you out later on tonight, but you kinda freaked out on me, but we still got to that part we just took a different journey to get there.” He smiled widely against your lips before letting out a soft sigh with a hum.

“Oh!...I like you too.” You smiled back, looking into his eyes and feeling all the negative emotions you’d just felt wash away and be replaced by their positive counterparts. “I’m sorry I had that outburst, I just, I don’t know, I’ve never done this with anyone before and we never set out any ground rules beforehand, so it was all a big blur.” You realised now that you were both incredibly stupid and this all could have been handled better had the two of you sat down and had a conversation about it like adults.

“It’s okay, we’ve figured it out now.” His voice got quieter as he leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. His kiss was warm, soft, and full of passion. It felt like the missing puzzle piece that had been on the floor the entire time whilst you both looked for it like the dumbasses that you seemingly were. His lips detached from yours but didn’t go far as he whispered, “So, wanna go on a date with me?”

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“So you’re telling me that not only were you the second one out of use to lose their virginities, but you’re also the second one to get a girlfriend? What the fuck man?” Donghyuck said with a huff and a disapproving shake of his head. Jeno laughed in response, you perched on his lap on the couch of the boy’s apartment. “This wasn’t part of my plan.” He continued to grumble, fiddling with the case on his phone as he sulked.

“You need to up your game. It’s only you and Jaemin left, the race is on.” Renjun chimed in, his own girlfriend sat beside him with their hands intertwined. Jaemin looked unbothered by the race to third place and simply shrugged.

“I still can’t believe those losers beat us.” Donghyuck clearly wasn’t done with his sulking yet as he grumbled the insult hoping it would bother Renjun and Jeno, when in reality it made them, both feel smug that they’d bothered the competitive one in the group.

Your first date with Jeno last week had been everything you could have imagined it would be. He took you to the bowling alley and then afterwards took you out for a meal. He did beat you at bowling, but not by many points, which you thought was suspicious and accused him of purposely trying to let you win. But he swore blind that he didn’t and that you must just have a natural talent at bowling. You didn’t believe him and still to this day accused him of trying to throw the game, even if he was unsuccessful at losing. Either way you had the best time and really enjoyed doing something other than fucking or studying with him. The two of you really got on like a house on fire and it felt natural to be with him in an intimate way. Even though it had only been a week and a few days of you being officially in a relationship with Jeno, the two of you were in your honeymoon phase and barely kept your hands off of each other. Not only were you cuddly, kissy, just all in general mushy with each other, the two of you were fucking like horny rabbits all the time, which was another Donghyuck liked to complain about since his bedroom backed up onto Jeno’s.

Jeno had asked you to be his girlfriend a few days after and now you were officially a couple, which shocked quite a few people in your class since they didn’t even know that you two spoke to each other. Mark had been super supportive of your relationship with Jeno and had insisted that he could meet him and grill him to make sure he really was perfect for you. You knew Mark would embarrass you, so you were secretly trying to avoid setting a date for Mark and Jeno to meet. But you did think it was sweet that Mark cared enough to make sure you were dating the perfect guy for you, even though you already knew that Jeno was perfect for you without needing Mark’s seal of approval.

“Stop whining about it and do something about it then.” Jaemin said in response to Donghyuck continuing on with his complaining.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes and shot Jaemin a look as he replied to him, “I am! I’m going to a party on Friday. I’ll make sure I lose my virginity there. Just you wait and see.”

A/N- Well, sorry that took me over two years to post the next instalment of this series! I hope you enjoyed it I’m so sorry about the wait. Also I didn’t proofread it because so sorry if theres any grammar errors. I know this piece isn’t as good as the first but I haven’t written anything in a long time so I’m a little bit rusty. Anyway please like/reblog/leave feedback. Thanks!

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thesupreme316 · 9 months

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hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,

I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents

Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**

Eddie Kingston (BCC)

This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage

Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)

So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you

Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match

He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way

He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too

“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance

Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”

Darius Martin (Kingdom)

Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him

He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you

He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering

“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”

He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen

Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass

But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop

He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)

Hook (Jack Perry)

Mans is fucking up everyone in sight

Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber

As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)

Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway

He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground

I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you

He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea

Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)

Nick Wayne (Swerve)

THIS SWEET BABY

He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)

I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)

He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends

As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)

It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault

“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”

Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight

Not until he ended this feud with Swerve

Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)

Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously

During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table

He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back

The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries

As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body

Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind

“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”

So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch

Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail

Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)

So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory

But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”

And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring

Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you

Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely

“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”

Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time

Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk

Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)

OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS

Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all

Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS

To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)

All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back

He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there

Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure

“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”

The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)

HES FREE

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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h0ranghaae · 7 days

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from the first hi to the first i love you, chapter I:

the first time we stayed alone (but in the crowd)

mason mount series

genre: angst, fluff, smut, comedy attempts

warnings: language

word count: 2,7k

a/n: god knows i wanted it to be a one-shot thing, but then i realized how many chapter ideas i got, so i didn't want to rush and make it look like a brief description of each timeline. please, please tell me what you think about it 🤧 all genres and warnings will depend on a chapter!! (the story starts on may, 14th, 2023)

"Babe, I'm really sorry, but they'll eat me alive if I don't finish it in time," your best friend, Sonia, says with pleading eyes, and you pout. You came to London from Manchester to spend your week off with her, but her boss had different plans. "I know, I promised you a fantastic time here, so I've figured things out for tonight."

"How so?" the interest in your voice is genuine.

"I asked Mason to take you out today, so get ready for The National Gallery, the tickets are already boug-"

"Whoa, stop talking so fast – I know you want to confuse me so I will say yes," you place both of your hands on the kitchen table to steady yourself – mentally. Sonia looks closely at you across the table, so you continue. "Firstly, my fantastic time can only be spent with my best friend, not with her husband's friend."

"But you've known each other for around three years," she scowls. "He gave you so many rides."

"When I was with you," you protest. "When your Ricky was with us. And, secondly, The National Gallery? I can admire you, sitting in front of your computer, with the same pleasure."

"No, you’re going with Mason. You need to get out. Besides, he already bought the tickets. When he’s done at the training center, he will pick you up – so you have, like, two hours to get ready."

You sigh. Sonia feels guilty for not being the best entertainer – but you never expected her to be one. Still, she comes up with the weird decision you can’t decline yourself, because then you will be the one who feels guilty. Also, you are pretty sure Mason said yes to her for the same reasons.

Mason is a nice, polite, funny guy with warm doe eyes and a perfect nose. But he is not your friend. You don’t really know how to act around him – partly because you are sure that if not for Ricky, your paths will never cross. He is from a different planet – a planet of fame, interviews on national channels, trips all around the globe, and big money. And you don’t have a rocket to visit this faraway planet.

There is another reason to avoid him like a plague, though.

You have a little – or medium-sized – crush on him and you can’t allow it to gain any control over your brain. Or your heart especially.

"Do you want me to help you with your hair?" Sonia asks you, and you narrow your eyes at her through the bathroom mirror.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" you huff, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

"I took a break," she rolls her eyes. "It's like you're getting ready for prom and the school heartthrob is already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. I can't miss it."

You shake your head at her giggles. "You're acting like a crazy teenager."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you're funny!" you exclaim. "It's just Mason, and suddenly you're making a big deal out of it."

"But you're finally getting to the next level with him," Sonia raises her eyebrows, and you finally turn to face her, finished with your preparations.

"Yeah, from getting lifts anytime I'm in London to going to museums without even planning and wanting it. Besides, don't forget there is Jacob back in Manchester."

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes for the second time in less than three minutes. "When was the last time you saw him? Two weeks ago? Three? Sounds legit, for sure. Absolutely worthy."

Your weak attempt to disagree is killed with the sound of the intercom, and you're relieved you don't have to come up with delusional excuses to make your (almost) relationship with Jacob look not that bad as it is in reality.

You really like him, and you're so ready to open your heart to him – if you haven't done it already – but the local DJ (and you're wondering why this pathetic fact of him still doesn't give you an ick) is too busy, afraid, or just stupid to commit to anyone.

Or just to you. Or it's you who are just stupid.

"The heartthrob's here!" Sonia yelps, already pressing the button to let Mason in. You've never seen her move that fast. She was the worst at PE in high school.

"Oh dear God," you sigh, while putting on your jacket. Well, it's way easier to act annoyed when your knees are weak because of how nervous you are. You're right, you tell yourself, a very pale version of yourself in the mirror, it's just Mason, the old good lad Mason, and you're just making yourself crazy for nothing. At the end of the day, you really like Mason and don't want your frustration to be projected onto him.

Things with Jacob will get better, and even if Mason isn't your friend, you can still have a good time together tonight. And he can become your friend. And just the thought of it makes your heart swell.

"Hi there," you turn your head toward his gentle voice, always remembering how surprised you were the first time you heard him speak. His voice is so delicate and warm — the exact opposite of how manly he looks.

"Hi," you return his smile, letting him pull you in for a side hug.

"I didn't know you were in London until yesterday," Mason says.

"Yeah, because you weren't on my bingo card," you muse. "But the best event planner ever knows better, I suppose."

"Oh, get out already and let me work and you have fun. And don't come back earlier than after 4 hours. You know the directions, Mason, so take my bestie and go," Sonia taps on the wall next to the front door.

"Never felt more welcomed, bestie," you say, following Mason out of the apartment. And while he's standing in front of the lift, pressing the silver button, you turn to Sonia to whisper, "Text me every two minutes, so he won't think I'm some sort of hermit."

"Constant notifications can kill the vibe," she whispers back.

"What the fuck?" you make your words audible only for her. "That makes no sense."

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but the metal carriage is waiting," Mason distracts you, and Sonia takes this opportunity to shut the front door of her apartment. "After you," he gestures for you to step into the lift first, and you can't help but smile at him, entering the cabin.

The doors are closed now, and you're standing extremely close to him so you can smell his cologne – magnetic and just... Delicious.

"I like your perfume," you blurt out. "Is it Tom Ford?"

He hums in agreement, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You're lucky, I took a shower after training. Just for you."

"How thoughtful," you reply. "But if I'm really lucky today, the universe will spare me from your amazing jokes."

"Nah, you're not that lucky, sorry," and with this, your trip through eighteen floors of the building is over. "Buckle up and let's explore the art. But let me warn you," he places his hand on your shoulder in a secretive manner and whispers in your ear, "The real art is you and me, so be ready – people will stare."

"Are we late?" you ask, and Mason just shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, totally unsure. The doors of the gallery are closed, despite his several attempts to pull and push the door handles.

"It seems to be fate," Mason says with a smile. "So, Starbucks for starters?"

"Just admit you manifested it," you follow him, silently appreciating that he slowed his usual pace for you. "I doubt you ever wanted to go here."

"Yeah, that's why I picked you up at five o'clock – I knew they close at six."

"Really?!"

Mason stops and looks at you in pure disbelief, "Of course not," he huffs. "It was sarcasm," he explains, but can't suppress a giggle escaping his mouth.

"You're so unserious," now it's your turn to huff, but when he places his hand on your lower back while you cross the road at the green light, you're suddenly out of words.

Your skin burns at this spot despite two layers of clothes – not a good sign at all. But the questions that are generated in your head – oh, they're even worse. Why does he do it? To make sure you're matching his pace? Does he want you to be safe? Did Sonia ask him to do so? Do all well-mannered men do it?

Does he like you?

The disgustingly sweet coffee you both ordered at Starbucks helps you get rid of these confusing and unnecessary thoughts. Not for long, unfortunately.

"I can feel my teeth rotting at this moment," Mason moans after taking a sip from his cardboard cup. "But it's so good. Let me taste yours."

You willingly hand him your cup, and he wraps his palm around yours, positioning both of your hands higher – this simple action makes you hold your breath without even realising it.

"Wow, that was easy to get," he laughs and wraps his lips around the straw.

"Drink it already," you roll your eyes. "And I will start praying that you don’t have any contagious diseases."

He makes a face at you, swallowing the coffee like it's fish oil – or something even worse tasting. "You should have warned me – it's terrible. Right now, I'm doing my best not to stick out my tongue in disgust."

"Oh, Mason, you're so brave. Thank you for telling us your story," your hand slides out of his tender grip as you continue to walk. "For the record, mine has one syrup less than yours."

"It's what you call a difference maker."

"Stop it already, I know it's a reference to you on the pitch," you laugh. You genuinely laugh. Mason is effortlessly funny – you knew it already, but today you finally had a chance to experience it to the maximum. And he's witty too – amazing with words, and you really like the way he talks – passionately, but in a calm voice, looking straight in your eyes, following every reaction of yours.

Mason closes the distance between the two of you in one wide step and lowers his head to your level. "By the way, I don't have any diseases," his whisper causes goosebumps all over the skin of your neck and you hum in response. "For the future."

The future and you are divided by a distance, you think, while Mason and you, at least at this moment, are not.

He insisted that you have to sit not across from each other at this fancy restaurant in the heart of London, but next to each other, and you silently agree, not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel him closer. His shoulder brushes yours when he's slicing the steak, and you turn your head to him.

"Did you make the reservation months in advance or did your fame help you sneak in ahead of turn?"

Mason just smiles at you, even though he's not happy that you asked the question while he's chewing and can't respond to your words, and you raise your brow.

"I'm surprised you're not talking with your mouth full," you mock him, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I booked it three months in advance," he says as you thankfully nod at the waiter refilling your glass of wine. "Three months ago, I knew that May fourteenth would be marked as our first date on my wall calendar."

"Oh, that infamous Mason's wall calendar with pictures of kittens?" you half expected him to say something along those lines, something bold yet simple, but what you didn't expect was him handing you his fork with a slice of meat on it. The gesture was nice, caring, and... heartwarming?

"Kittens in flower gardens," Mason corrects you as a content smile appears on his features when you take the slice off the fork and into your mouth, chewing slowly.

The food is great, the wine is even better, and your entertainer is one of England's most eligible bachelors. Sometimes life is good.

"It's a shame you can't drink," you whine, holding Mason by his forearms, and he shows his perfect teeth, still not destroyed by the sugary coffee he had, in a wide smile.

"Let's drink when I'm on summer break?" he suggests, his hands rubbing your sides. His chocolate eyes follow yours, and you can't help but get magnetised by his soft gaze. He calls your name softly, feeling that he has to get the needed answer from you. "So, how does it sound?"

"See you on your summer break then," you lightly pat his chest and he laughs.

"What about before? You know I'm all fun even sober."

"Let's see, Mason. It's not like I have a door in my Manchester flat that leads me directly to you."

"It's changeable, though," he says, looking above your head. It feels like he's talking more to himself than to you, but you elaborate anyway.

"Changeable? Mason Mount, are you a constructor of a teleportation machine?" you ask in mock disbelief.

"Maybe so," he plays along, and you laugh. Suddenly, after five glasses of fine wine, everything Mason says sounds even funnier than before.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you mirror his motion, holding onto his waist.

"Thank you for today," your voice is muffled as you mumble into his beige bomber jacket – which smells just so amazing, enveloping you in an aroma cloud. "I really liked it."

"So did I," Mason says, and you're thankful he doesn't reject your clingiest side, never breaking the hug you dragged him into in the first place. "Pinky promise we will go out more?"

"Sure, but I'm done for today," you say. "It's a good thing you didn't drink, though – at least I have you as my personal driver back home."

"Oh, look at you," he imitates an adoring voice. "Making me feel so needed and desired."

"In high demand, yep," you confirm. "Promise me I'm your favorite passenger."

You can feel Mason pulling back from the hug so he can raise his pinky, and you shove off his hand with a smile. The dark-haired man smiles back at you, so sweet and tender – it makes your poor heart beat a hundred times faster.

"Oh my god," Sonia squeezes you in a hug as soon as you get to her apartment. "You look so happy! And... Wait a second, are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, just a little tipsy, that's all, but-"

You tell her everything, trying not to sound too excited, and Sonia, being the best friend ever, asks for every possible and impossible detail. Seizing the opportunity, you ask the same question you asked Mason in the restaurant.

"Does it matter?" Sonia asks in return. "Other things are way more important!"

"No, they're not. What if the only reason we ended up in this restaurant was that he was dumped by someone? Or did he dump someone? And here I am, just a backup plan."

"Oh, shit," Sonia breathes out, and you lift your head, your fingers stopping their random patterns on the soft material of the cushion. Well, you’re anxious now. "You're already thinking about it, aren’t you?"

You roll your eyes as she laughs, but when you stay silent, she goes on. "I’m pretty sure he’s famous and rich enough to get a reservation in four hours max. You had a wonderful evening – all kudos to me – so don’t spoil the aftertaste with your thoughts!"

"Yeah, my thoughts… Completely unnecessary as always," you laugh, raising your hands in defeat.

It was a wonderful evening, and you even want to jokingly think that this evening proves that all "bros before hoes" manifestos can be thrown out of the window, but, in reality, you can’t. Because Mason, as you thought before, is closer to becoming your bro than anything else. But at the end of the day, the distance will divide Mason and you again. You and your long-distance friend.

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iovetecchou · 9 months

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⌜Telephone ⧸ Tecchou Suehiro⌟𓂃༞♡

༞ Summary: Congratulations! The well-renowned Hunting Dog; Suehiro Tecchou was undoubtedly in love with you. But, you don’t even know him— and more importantly, how did he know you? You might have to retrace your steps to figure this one out...

༞ Contains...! fluff! head over heels!tecchou, implied stalking (from tecchou... lightheartedly?), slowburn, “he fell first, but they fell harder” type beat, brief mentions / descriptions of wounds, scars, blood and physical abuse (NOT from tecchou)

༞ Author's Note...! the fic is going backward in time, i know that could come off as confusing but i promise i condensed it the best i could. the reader is basically recounting their memories, and of course yesterday would be more memorable than the day before that. so keep that in mind while reading if it helps!

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 2,735 words.

"W-Wait! This is too much!"

Tecchou was irrevocably head over heels in love with you, and you hardly knew him… This was his fourth advance toward you this week.

He was simply clueless. But who would Tecchou be without a pinch of oblivion?

What day was it— Wednesday, no, Thursday.

Today, Thursday: it was a bouquet of nearly a hundred roses. Personally delivered by him at your front door. How he got your address? Ah… up for debate. Tecchou was a Hunting Dog, after all. You thanked him for the roses but declined to accept them. He apologized for the unannounced visit, bowing his head before turning on his heel. You watched as he walked away from your apartment door. Your mind was telling you this was the right thing to do… but something in your heart was screaming out for you to—

"W-Wait…! Come back here tomorrow night— and no big grand gestures! Just bring yourself, leave the rest to me… okay?"

Tecchou whipped his head around at the sound of your voice. His mouth hung agape as he nodded in agreement. You could tell by the unbridled joy swirling within his chestnut irises that he was holding back his excitement. You hesitantly waved him off before inching your way back into your apartment. As you shut the door, the panic seeped in.

"Ah… did I just make a big mistake…?"

You sighed, trying to recount the events of this week that included Tecchou. Okay… we're going to need to backtrack for this. Starting with…

Wednesday: he showed up at your work. Again, how he got the address..? A true mystery. Anyway, Tecchou showed up in a tasteful black suit. Begging your boss to let you take a thirty-minute lunch break. The man got down on his hands and knees. Frankly, taking your boss so off guard; he had no choice but to say yes. After that, Tecchou took you to a five-star Michelin restaurant. He gazed into your eyes the entire time, asking you a million questions ranging from,

"Are you an only child?"

To,

"How do you feel about mixing the same colored foods?"

Upon looking at his plate, you knew the ladder question was equally important as the first.

After you two finished up, Tecchou walked you back to your workplace a few minutes early, so you wouldn't be late. Not wanting you to get scolded by your boss. As you made it to the front of the building, He grasped your hand; leaning down to kiss your knuckles, before taking his leave. All you could do was watch in awe as he walked away. How could he be so nonchalantly bold in this manner?

He was so puzzling… but something inside you yearned to solve this Tecchou-shaped puzzle.

Tuesday: a care package showed up at your doorstep. Weird… you didn't remember ordering anything? As you examined the box, you noticed the return address said it was from 'The Hunting Dogs headquarters'. Seemed legit enough to you. You took the parcel inside without giving it another thought, placing it atop your kitchen counter. Your eyes grew wide the moment you pulled the box open. You were staggered by the contents, to say the least. It was filled with all your favorite snacks and bottled drinks, some books you've been meaning to read, and most importantly… a note. From…Tecchou?

Tecchou… Tecchou… Tecch— who?!

Your mind was still fuzzy from the events on Monday and most importantly, Sunday. But the note jogged your memory a bit. It read,

[ To, The Brave Y/N:

I hope this package arrived to you safely. And that I remembered your favorite things correctly. The conversations we had in the hospital yesterday solidified my feelings for you. Y/N, what you did on Sunday most people won't do in their lifetime. You've thoroughly captivated me, and I hope you know your bravery paid off. The woman you saved is doing well and wished for me to send you her regards. Please rest up as much as you can. I will be in touch."

From: Suehiro Tecchou of The Hunting Dogs ]

Ah, that's right! It's sort of coming back now… wait, did this stranger named 'Tecchou' just confess to having feelings through this note?!

Monday: was a blur. You were in and out of consciousness. The blood loss really kicked your ass. More than you could have ever anticipated. As your lids finally opened entirely, you were alarmed as you saw a man in a uniform sleeping in front of your hospital bed. He was sitting in a chair that he clearly pulled to be closer to you. The man was resting his head atop your covers, snoring silently. His hat was hanging off the arm of his chair, silky dark-brown locks cascaded across the same blanket that covered you. Just as you were about to reach out; to touch his tempting tufts of hair, a hushed voice scolded you.

"He fell asleep moments ago, don't disturb him! This gentleman has been up all night with you. He's lucky he has some certification. Otherwise, I would have kicked him out ages ago. You two were chatting for hours! Keeping all the other damn patients on this floor awake! So, please, let him sleep. I don't need to hear you two chatting it up for seven more hours."

You couldn't recall a single conversation with this stranger that rested before you. Yet this nurse claimed otherwise? Your head was pounding still. You didn't have the energy to pester this nurse for all the details on this unknown man… at the moment. You knew he wasn't a threat to you, considering they allowed him to stay. And he had some sort of certification. So, that's all that really mattered to you at that moment. As you began to teeter out of consciousness once more, you just had one small question you managed to blurt out in your haze. That you would soon come to forget the answer to anyway.

"Wait… what's... his name..."

The nurse rolled her eyes before whispering,

"He said his name was Tecchou, Tecchou Suehiro."

[ Sunday: was the catalyst for all of this. This so-called Tecchou was on a mission, and you just so happened to be in the crowd when disaster hit. There were many causalities and tons of collateral damage from some asshole criminals' abilities. A piece of debris grazed your arm. You were in shock from the whole situation, not even realizing you were injured, until you felt something warm cascading down your forearm; blood.

You didn't focus on it too much. Your mind was more preoccupied with helping anyone else that could've been in danger at the time. Based on the people around you, your wound was on the "non-life-threatening" end of things. That's when you heard a pained cry, and your head whirled around faster than you could anticipate. When you caught a glimpse of the unsettling scene unfolding, your whole being flooded with rage.

The assailant had a young woman by the hair, laughing in her face about how "pathetic" she was. The poor woman just continued to sob. Begging the vile man to let her go. You couldn't stand back and witness this any longer— before you knew it, you were standing before the evil man himself. You grasped his wrist, yanking fiercely until his hold on the terrified woman loosened.

"Hey… why don't let her go, asshole. Don't you have anything better to do with your life?"

Your words struck a nerve inside the perp. In a matter of seconds, the woman was set free. The treacherous man opted for your arm instead.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

He squeezed firmly, causing more blood to spill from your wound. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, not allowing a single sound to slip past your lips.

"You heard me, loser. Do you get off on hurting innocent people? If so, that's pretty sick. I would be ashamed if I were you. Do you think dear old mommy would approve of your actions?"

He was livid at this point. Grasping your arm with more intensity. His free hand wound back balled into a fist and headed straight toward you. You closed your eyes, bracing for impact… but it never came? He was just about to punch you, was he not?

That's when a stern voice broke you out of your thoughts, causing your eyes to snap open.

"That's enough! Let them go. Immediately."

Your eyes thoroughly scanned the tall man beside you. He had stopped the criminal's fist with his own as if it was nothing. His lips were pulled into a firm line, eyebrows pointed down in aggravation. Based on the uniform he was wearing, this man was without a doubt, a Hunting Dog. You let out a small sigh of relief at this realization before your vision went blurry.

"Thank god… a Hunting Dog…"

Your body was failing you from all the blood you lost; legs giving out before you. The last thing you remember was feeling a strong set of arms encasing around your waist as your vision went dark. ]

Ah, that's right… This week turned your world upside down. But you still weren't sure if this guy, Tecchou, was your silver lining.

Friday: finally reared its head. The minute you got off work, you began preparing for his visit. He was a Hunting Dog… it's not like he would harm a normal person like you, right? Yeah, you were going to be perfectly fine… not like he was a complete stranger who somehow found your apartment and workplace; showing up to both with strange, but thoughtful gifts and gestures…

"Maybe I didn't think this out properly—"

Just then, the doorbell rang. Too late to turn back now. You slowly approached your door, gazing through the peephole; to make sure it really was Tecchou. Well to no one's surprise, it was. He was standing at your door… empty-handed! He actually held up his end of the deal.

Tecchou was clad in a grey pair of sweats. Paired with a black crewneck hoodie and Converse sneakers. This was the most casual you'd seen him all week. It threw you off slightly, but hey, this is what you asked for.

You were greeted by a warm smile from Tecchou the moment you opened the door. He had a slight pink hue to his cheeks at your seemingly shocked expression of his appearance.

"Do I… look strange?" Tecchou questioned. Tilting his head slightly before you gestured for him to come in.

"N-No! Not at all… you just look— you look nice." You stammered out, ushering him to the couch before you could embarrass yourself further.

"Really? Thanks. I think you look just as breathtaking as always, Y/N." He stated casually before taking a seat on your sofa. You could feel the heat rising to your face.

How could he say something so lovely in such a monotone voice?!

"Um… ah, thank you, Tecchou. I picked out a movie for us to watch if that's okay…" You suddenly felt very nervous as you took a seat beside him.

You grabbed a throw blanket that rested beside you on the couch before draping it over yours and Tecchou's lap. Your shoulders grazed past one another as you did so. His whole body tensed from this. More color painted his cheeks from the light touch alone before he stifled out a cough.

"Yeah, a movie sounds great."

You gave him a small smile and a nod before reaching for the remote resting on the coffee table. You pressed play, having already queued the movie up. You nervously played with the rings that decorated your fingers as the film began to play out. Tecchou watched you in his peripheral vision, picking up on your nervousness. Without another thought, his large palm ghosted over the back of your hands, halting you in your fidgeting.

“Hey… it’s okay. There’s no need to be anxious. If it makes you feel more at ease… you could… play with my hand instead.”

Your gaze was pulled away from the television at his words. Eyes now honing in on his hand placed atop yours from where they rested on your lap. He was gentle, hovering over the back of your hands. You could tell he was trying to make you feel less uneasy with his considerate gesture. It pulled at your heartstrings more than you would’ve liked to admit.

“Okay… thank you…”

You muttered sheepishly. Offering Tecchou a curt nod before grasping his hand with your own. Tecchou offered you a tight-lipped smile in return before averting his attention back to the movie. He was right; tracing along his digits did put your mind at ease. His hand was far coarser in comparison to your own.

Tecchou’s palms were littered with calluses and small nicks. Some were farther along in the healing process than others. As well as a few deeper scars. As you looked down at his larger hand; admiring them in all their glory, you wondered how Tecchou got these markings. There had to be a story behind them, no doubt. But you began to question what Tecchou's life was truly like. What he’s seen; what he’s endured.

You had completely tuned out of the movie. The only thing you could focus on was how desperately you needed to know more about this man sitting on your sofa. Your gaze trailed higher, subtly trying to admire him without getting caught. You were fascinated by the three markings under his left eye, wondering if they had any significant meaning to him. Tecchou looked so relaxed like this, too. You were positive this was the calmest you’d ever seen him. It felt nice to view him like this, out of the uniform and away from the battle. It almost felt taboo to see him in this light.

Sure, he was a little bit… forward, but the more you thought about it… the more endearing Tecchou became to you. Maybe, just maybe… he was that silver lining.

Before you knew it, the end credits were rolling. Your hand still interlocked with his. Thumb lazily soothing over the back of his palm. Tecchou’s eyes trailed over to you. His heart did a flip at the sight alone. Your fingers were intertwined, free hand tracing each and every single one of his digits. He watched your content face next, causing his mind to wander. You looked so angelic like this. Handling him with care and having such a warm expression etched into your features.

“You truly are an angel…”

Your head snapped up at his words, pulling you from your trance. You felt the heat rising to your face once more before you sputtered out,

“W-What?!”

Tecchou smiled so gently at you, eyes swirling with adoration before he repeated himself.

“You’re an angel, Y/N.”

You quickly shot up from your seat. Laughing nervously before you blurted out,

“Ah— I’m far from that! If anyone is an angel here, it’s y-you…” Your hands clasped over your mouth in embarrassment. Did you really just… blurt that out?!

Just then, Tecchou did the unthinkable. He started… chuckling…? You weren’t even sure he was capable of laughing. But you were sorely mistaken. His laugh was truly captivating. Seeing Tecchou with his defenses down, letting himself enjoy the moment was something you didn’t think you could ever get tired of.

You wanted to see him like this more often. You wanted to be the reason he experienced pure unbridled joy like this.

“Let’s just agree to disagree!”

“Not a chance. I’m sorry Y/N, but you’re an angel.”

Before you could argue back, Tecchou sat up. He towered over you as he now stood before you. Craning his neck down to get a more apparent view of your face.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow? I'd like a chance to redo this week. I want to take you on a proper date, Y/N.”

You slowly nodded in agreement. Still feeling flustered from his words only moments ago. Your eyes grew wide as he began leaning in closer. You watched him quizzically as he closed the distance between you two. His lip pressed softly against your cheek, leaving a lingering kiss. Tecchou slowly pulled back, eyes never once leaving yours.

“Is that a yes?”

“S-Sure… just nothing fancy, okay?”

༞ thanks again for reading, i appreciate you all! and there will definitely be a part two. i still need to write for Saturday, after all!

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cherry-salmon · 1 month

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check out the cosplay horns i made of the light dragon from tears of the kingdom! this was my first time making horns like these so it took a lot longer than expected, but i had a lot of fun :)

info abt the process under the cut

there was a lot of on and off work i put into planning this and figuring out the materials that added a lot of time, but if i’m counting from when i started carving to when i finished, this project took me 3-4 weeks.

i started with a stencil for the horns, which i used to carve the horns out of insulation foam. then, i covered each piece with a layer of thermoplastic. i did this by sandwiching the foam between two layers and smushing them together, which left a seam that i had to sand off with a dremel. if you’re making branched horns like i am then i’d recommend using a different method because sanding the horns legit took me days to do 💀. after that i just painted it with a shiny iridescent paint and used glossy modge podge as a finish.

i ended up having to use two headbands to carry the weight of the horns because they were heavy enough that one headband wasn’t cutting it. and they also kinda hurt my neck lol

normally i wouldn’t talk so much about the process, but considering that this project consumed my life for almost a month i feel like i owe it to myself to talk about it

anyways, enjoy this pic of my dog wearing the horns :)

#legend of zelda #loz #tloz #totk #tears of the kingdom #totk light dragon #cosplay #dragons #art

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mags-writes · 8 months

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Sunlight || Part VI

Summary: frank gets his worldview changed

Series Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical swearing, first time writing x reader, no use of y/n, no beta readers we die like ray nadeem

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

Authors Note: a bit longer for the girlies. just a heads up as well, you might not hear from me for a while after I finish this series (apart from a oneshot that was requested idk) because I'm technically supposed to be writing an actual legit novel and I got writers block for that and just started doing this to get my creativity out of my head. so thank you to everyone who didn't send me nasty anons and for sticking it out this far. I'm honestly so surprised at the reaction especially considering that this is the first time writing in second perspective. enjoy!!

PROLOGUE/MASTERLIST || PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII

"So," You face Matt who had been looking like he wanted to say something to you since you started spouting Hebrew. "What's your part in all this?"

"If you helped your Daredevil," He took tentative steps to you. "Then I think you know the answer."

You sighed, stepping away from Frank's embrace and instead going into Matt's.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tighter when he laid his head on top of yours. "I didn't know for sure until yesterday morning."

"No, don't be." He said, soothing a hand up and down on your back. "Even if you didn't know I should've told you from the start."

"It happened the same way, you know?" He pulled back and frowned at you. "I showed up at his apartment one morning, he was beaten to hell and back, and he tried to tell me he fell down the stairs."

"I'm going to assume you didn't take it well?" He said with a smile.

"I yelled at him so loudly his neighbour three floors up came over to ask us to shut up." You smiled at his chuckle, letting it stay before it fell slightly. "Everything that followed... I don't regret becoming his girl in the chair, helping him every night but... Matt, I was one of six kids." Matt felt his heart shatter. "And I know you heard everything yesterday, that I don't want to go back and I want you to know that, in a heartbeat, I would-"

"I know where you're going with this." Of course he did. Of course he knew. "No. If being part of Daredevil's life put you through god knows how many kidnappings, beatings, crucifixions, and dead brothers, then no. You're not doing it again for me."

"Okay," You shook your head. "Believe it or not, getting crucified was the least traumatic thing to happen that week. So, we're good on that base."

"Stop it." He was being serious and you couldn't help but smile. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" You challenged.

"You're trying to change my mind."

"No, I know what I'm going to do." You shrugged your shoulders. "Whether you like it or not, tonight, I'm the girl in the chair."

"With what setup?" He challenged.

You pointed to where Dinah, Amy, and Frank were still standing, listening in, and where your stuff still was. "What do ya think the suitcase is for?"

You walked over to your suitcase, wheeling it over to the table in the middle of the room, and laying it on the ground. Amy came to stand next to you as you squatted down to unzip the thing and then carefully pry it open.

"Ho-ly shit." Amy laughed, leaning down to get a better look.

The reason you hadn't been able to afford your own place and move out of Matt's was because of this. Three large monitors were carefully packed into one-half of the suitcase, each with their own stands and cables wrapped under them. The other half had a mouse, two keyboards, and a touchscreen tablet sitting in their own black, protective foam. You took all of this out, running a couple of cables to turn everything on with Amy's help, and left it to turn on.

Next, you moved to the backpack. Now that... the contents of that had everyone gaping if they weren't already before. Two handguns with their own holsters, a bowie knife with a sheath and thigh straps, and then lastly, a separate sack that clunked around when it hit the table.

"Uh, do you know how to use those?" Foggy asked concerned, frowning at the handguns.

"Yeah." You said like it was obvious. "Pull the trigger."

Amy's head snapped to Frank with a gaping smile, trying to stop herself from bursting out laughing at his expression. He was shocked, to say the least, and he was trying to stop himself from slowly moving the weapons out of reach of you.

You stood up, opening the sack, and tipping it upside down to reveal a partly disassembled assault rifle. Your hands moved faster than your mind, easily flipping around the parts before twisting or shoving them into place. Frank thought you looked angelic. A small frown of concentration creased in between your eyebrows and your lips pulled into a delicate pout. Time slowed. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience and was only pulled back in when you slapped the bottom of the mag into place and pulled back the bolt carrier handle.

"I was the only girl out of six kids," You explained, flipping the safety on and putting it down with the rest of the weapons. "My oldest brother liked to wear heels out in public, the next one was chess champion every year he was in school and the one after that was six foot three and seventy pounds wet. If I wasn't out there beating the shit out of their bullies then no one would be. Now my younger brothers," You tilted your head with a smile. "Bless 'em. Their dumbasses got themselves into the military. No offense Frankie."

"None taken, darlin'." He replied, hanging off every word you spoke. You never spoke about your family and figured you had a rough relationship with them. He didn't realise it was this kind of rough.

"They came home and taught me how to handle firearms when I ended up in the hospital after a kidnapping. So, I can defend myself. Let's settle that." You gave every one of them except Frank a pointed look to make sure they understood. "My oldest brother was murdered by Kingpin for writing an exposing story about him for the newspaper, the chess champ was murdered by Bullseye for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and the next one went out in a hit-and-run courtesy of Bloody Mary."

"Jesus Christ." Karen mumbled.

"Brother after me, a week into active duty stepped on a landmine and took out three other people." Frank felt his heart break at the shakey breath you took in after saying that. You were clearly trying to come off as indifferent like you'd worked through it and it didn't affect you anymore but he saw your hands start to shake again. "My baby brother... while I was nailed to a cross, John Pilgrim hunted him down into an alleyway and beat him to death with a sledgehammer. Dad hung himself and Mom didn't leave the psych ward alive." You paused, looking out to nothing for a second before taking in another shaky breath. "The type of radio I use specifically for long-distance communications can be hacked and tracked, that's the price I pay for clear and crisp long-distance. When you leave and I'm left here to be the girl in the chair... If that happens... I am using these weapons. And I am not holding back. Do you understand me?"

You finally looked at Frank. Fear, defiance, and grief swirling in your eyes and he realised that while you directed the question to all of them, you were asking him. You were telling him that you were going to kill people tonight.

Other Matt never let you seek justice for your brothers. He held you while you cried and stood next to you during their funerals, every single one of them, but he always held you back when you got angry. Always the one holding back saying that if you crossed that line then there was no going back. Then someone tracked your signal one night, crawling through the window and holding a gun to your head. You don't even remember killing him, going into a blind rage and just letting loose.

Elektra found you. Cleaned you up, got rid of the body but left the mess. When other Matt came back after enough radio silence and saw what was left behind, Elektra took the blame. She had kept a close eye on you since.

Frank was the first to speak up. "Sounds good to me."

You nodded to him then looked directly at Matt.

"I don't like it." He said reluctantly.

"I'll go to church." You bartered.

"I'm fine with it." He folded immediately, giving a little shrug.

"What do we call you?" Amy asks, making everyone to turn her now instead. "They can't very well go through the streets calling you by your name. Or into earpieces that can be hacked. That's stupid. Frank's got Punisher. Murdock's got Daredevil. What about you?"

There's a pause where you smile at her.

"Call me Cypher." You answered, looking at Frank again and slyly winking. "I'll be your best-kept secret."

You soon found yourself in a chair that was bordering uncomfortable and listening in to Matt, John, Frank, and Dinah all communicating with one another as they made their way through New York in a van. Karen, Foggy, Amy, and Curtis, however, were staying with you. Curtis stayed back for extra protection with a gun and Amy was sitting next to you with her eyes glued to your screens.

The one to the left showed detailed city blueprint layouts that you had gathered when you got the setup, and it was synced with the middle screen that showed the most recent satellite images of the city. They moved and adjusted with the four dots that were the earpieces you gave to the group. The one on the right was for hacking security cameras around the city but for the life of you, you couldn't get it to sync up and stay with the other screens. Which is why you had to constantly keep up with it.

After some digging and hacking, you found out that John's sons were being held captive in a warehouse by a local gang. A stupid location but they chose it nonetheless. John told you that there was someone higher up paying them off to do this and that was why Dinah was involved so you know to be prepared in case they hacked your radio signal.

Curtis was sitting in front of you, behind your screens, watching the touchscreen tablet with rapt attention. Karen and Foggy were pacing nervously, like wild animals caught in a cage and you couldn't help but feel bad for them. You were in the middle of showing Amy how to manually keep the surveillance in sync with the other two screens when a notification from one of your programs popped up. You specifically made it to pick up when your earpieces were being tracked.

"What's that for?" Amy asked, pointing to it and turning to you.

"Uh..." You stutter for a second, making everyone look to you.

Quick as you can, you start getting up surveillance for around the building you were all in and you zero in on a van coming to a stop. Curtis stands up, going over to where he put his gun down and triple-checking that it was loaded.

"Cypher?" Amy grabs your arm, a stab of fear going through you both as you see armed men leaving the van.

"You three," You got Amy on her feet and pointed to Karen and Foggy to get their attention. "In the back room now."

When Amy ran off to grab the door you felt around your body for the weapons that Frank was insistent on helping strap to your body. One handgun at your hip, the bowie knife at the other, the other handgun under your arm, and the assault rifle on the table. When they were all behind the door and the lock clicked over, you gave Curtis a look and picked up the rifle, aiming it at the door.

"What's going on?" Frank's gruff voice sounded through your earpiece.

"We've got a problem here." Curtis said into the walkie-talkie you had to give him due to not having enough earpieces.

"We should be fine." You say confidently, turning the safety off. "I looked ahead and there's hardly anyone there. You're good to go in and get the boys."

"There's probably no one there because they sent them here!" Curtis hissed at you.

"What do you mean? How many are there?" Matt asked, sounding like he had stopped moving.

"Get the boys Matt." You ordered. "I'm going off coms, you don't need to hear this."

That was the last thing they heard from your earpiece before there was a beep signaling to all of them that it had been turned off. Frank cast a look at Dinah, allowing his worry to spill out into his expression just as they came up to the warehouse.

"She'll be fine Castle." She reassures him sternly, taking out her gun and turning off the safety. "She sounds like she's looking forward to it."

The whole time they were going through the warehouse to where they were keeping John's sons, Frank couldn't stop worrying. It affected him so much that Dinah saved his ass all of three times when his back was turned, making her huff and silently count each time on her fingers in his face. When they got the boys out and into Madani's van he tried to call you.

Eighteen times.

And you didn't pick up once.

When they made it back Frank put a hand to Matt's chest to stop him from coming with them.

"You should hang back." Frank said calmly like his own heart wasn't racing.

"I'm not too good with kids, Frank." He replied agitated and shifting from one foot to another.

"You're not too good with death either, Red." Frank retorted gruffly. "Hang back."

There was suddenly loud shouting that everyone immediately knew was coming from you, making Frank and Dinah start sprinting to the entrance. You sounded like a wild animal, yelling and growling echoing through the halls. They came up to the room that you and the rest of them were in, dead bodies lying on one another at the door and bullet holes in the walls. You were growling lowly now like you were putting in a tremendous amount of effort into something.

Dinah went around the corner first, going low onto one knee and her gun aimed at anything that moved while Frank stayed standing above her doing the same. Curtis was sitting on the ground panting with blood splatters on his face staring at you.

You were hunched over, straddling the chest of an armoured man and pressing down on his throat with all your might. You were covered in blood, your face streaked so badly it was a miracle that they could see your hard expression with a cut that went from your forehead, across your temple, and into your hairline. You were frowning angrily, teeth bared and breathing heavily, bloody hands shaking with the strength it took to choke the man. When he stopped moving, you pressed down just a little harder before releasing him and letting out a short yell from strain.

You lean back on your hunches, tilting your head back and revealing a traumatised Amy curled up watching with wide eyes. Your hands sit on your thighs, palms facing up and Frank realises that the reason they're so bloody is that they look like they've gone through the garbage disposal.

"Amy," You say, snapping Frank's attention back to your face, which was now looking at Amy. "Sweetie? Look at me."

"He-he-" Amy stuttered, trying to shake herself out of it.

"Look at me, baby, okay? Look at me." You crawl towards her, your own voice starting to crack and it breaks Frank out of his shock. He starts towards Curtis but he waves Frank off before he gets too close. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. He's not getting up. Yeah?" Frank freezes at the comforting words, shocked at how well you're handling Amy. "He's not going to hurt you, okay?"

"Mhm." Amy nods her head vigorously, silent tears streaming down her face. "Yeah, yeah. Okay."

No one saw one of the men get up from behind your computers.

"Yeah? Okay." You nod at her like you're agreeing with what she's saying as if you didn't say it first. "Can you do something for me, baby?"

"Yeah! Yeah." Amy nods quickly again, ready and willing to do anything you ask.

"I need you to go and check on Karen and Foggy for me. Can you do that?" You ask, and Frank knows it's so that Karen will see how traumatised Amy is and give her the physical comfort you couldn't give her right now. "You need to make sure that they're okay."

"I can-I can do that." Amy goes to get up when you give her the warmest smile under all the blood.

"Thank you. Can you do something else for me?" You ask again, looking up at her now that she's standing. "Can you help me up?"

"Oh god! Yeah." Amy goes down into a squat, grabbing a hold of your biceps and helping you up onto shakey legs. You made sure to keep your palms facing you to not get any more blood on her.

"Thanks." You said, knocking your head with hers lightly before Amy turned and stumbled to where Karen and Foggy were.

You turned to Frank and Dinah, and both of them put their guns away to watch the interaction. You start to stand up straight, loud cracking through your back going off and you groan as you stretch out slightly at all the popping. You heavily sigh, still slightly panting as you look at Frank.

"Was I right?" You ask. "There was hardly anyone there, right?"

"You need to sit down." Dinah said, watching you carefully as you went to go to your computers again.

"I was right though." Then you round the corner and there was the crouching man. "Shit!"

He jumps out at you, going for a hit to the stomach but you bring your leg up to block. Your fighting stance was impeccable, hands up protecting your face and light on your feet. Frank realises that you've been trained, so, he hangs back, watching you work. When he goes to strike again you grab onto his arm and spin, turning your back to him, and then run him into the table. Dinah had taken out her gun, aiming it at the man and yelling for you to get out of the way so she could get a clear shot. When he hits it with a grunt, you bring your arm above his and start smashing your elbow into his face repeatedly, grunting for each hit. The man pulls out a knife and swipes, slashing at your hip making you get off him but not without grabbing at another bowie knife he had strapped on his back. You both circled one another like predators, him with his boisterous and self-assured steps and you slinking like a wild cat ready to strike.

He strikes out first and you dodge, moving out of the way and kicking him in the gut with a loud yell making him hunch over. A few more blows were landed from both of you before you had him backed up on the table again. This time you were so worked up and ready to finish this that the first chance you got you brought the blade down on his flat palm with another yell. It went straight through his hand and into the table, making him scream out from the pain.

In a split second, you saw him pull back his other hand with the knife in it ready to slash at you again. You sounded wild again, a mix of growling and yelling leaving you as you grabbed the back of the man's head, yanked the knife from the table, and brought him in close. You kicked his knees out, using the leg to hold him in place below you as you sunk the knife into his neck. More growling and yelling leaving you in heaves as the man struggled under you, truly like you were a wild animal holding a kill in her jaws as it died.

"One Mississippi." You grit out, closing your eyes and panting loudly, grunting here and there when the man still twitched. "Two Mississippi." You said just a touch calmer and your pants slowed down, slowly, slowly getting calmer and Frank slowly started to walk over to you. "Three Mississippi."

You brought your leg down and yanked the knife from his throat making a spray of blood hit Frank's boots. You stood there for a second, head craned up as you took in a few more breaths still holding the knife in a tight grip. You bring your head down and look at the knife, shakily bringing it away from you before hastily dropping it like it was searing hot. Frank knew it was from the cuts on the palms of your hands, that holding anything in that grip was bound to make the wounds worse. You sat down heavily, sighing deeply again and laying your palms upright on your thighs as they continued to bleed.

"Medic should be here soon." Dinah said and Frank realised he was so enraptured with you that he didn't even hear her on the phone.

"That's good." You say softly, still panting. "Curtis really needs it."

"Get fucked, Cypher." Curtis laughs, shaking his head.

Frank goes to be beside you, squatting down and putting his hand on your forearm to see the damage.

"You been holdin' out on me, sweetheart." He said.

You let out a breathy chuckle. "Well, you know what some men are like." You say, giving him a half-lidded stare that was half flirty and half tired. "Didn't wanna scare ya off. I'm a screamer."

Frank chuckles and watches as your eyes close softly at the sound.

"Hey, hey," He leans down and kisses your wrist before coming back up and cupping your cheek. "None of that, doll. Eyes open for me, yeah?"

"I bet you say that to all the girls." Your eyes flutter open and you give him the best smile you can muster.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle fic #frank castle fanfic #the punisher x reader #the punisher fic #the punisher fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfic

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squivulous · 7 months

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My Podcast Masterlist

I have a long commute, giving me two hours a day to listen to podcasts. Here is my documentation of all the audio dramas I’ve consumed plus a little blurb. I just wanted to organize them in a list and also (selfishly) get recommendations if anyone would be so kind. Or maybe you’ll see something that’ll interest you. Enjoy!

Podcasts I’m Caught Up With

The Penumbra Podcast: I’ve made an animatic for this one. I’m down bad. This is the one that sucked me into this podcast world.

Malevolent: Arthur dating sim when??? Everyone wants him. Also it took me way too long to find out it was an actual play podcast.

Red Valley: Gordon fan all the way. Normally I do like the Sad Boy but Gordon is that type of dorky that makes me want to protect him.

Caravan: Interesting world and love a main character that makes questionable decisions. Everything is going to be fine :)

WOE.BEGONE: I’m obsessed. It happened slowly but now I think about it every day… And the music is so good! Mike Walters is cringefail, bbygurl, easy to manipulate, and saws his left arm off at the shoulder.

The Cellar Letters: Legit gets me spooked at times. Steve and Nate are good vibes. I’m sure glad nothing ever happens to them.

Harbor: Love that Sam being a malewife ruined his life.

Rifted: Aurora, another Sad Boy to add to my collection. Daniel should give him a kiss to make him feel better.

Heroics: Pls come back some day… I need more Josh. He’s in his slay era.

Second Fiddles: Max is owning being a bbygurl. Also there are a lot of poop jokes which is weird but I’ll look past it.

Hand in Glove: idk anything about baseball but these baseball players are smoochinggg.

Find Us Alive: Lancaster in booty jorts. It's canon. Don't look it up. I'm right. ALSO HE NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM PLS.

The Kingmaker Histories: The kiss is still the subject of much historical debate. Eisen <3

The Viridian Wild: It hasn’t been updated since 2021 but I still have hope.

Dos: After You: Ghosting GONE WRONG

Brimstone Valley Mall: SEASON TWO IS COMING. 90’s mall setting is really fun and I’m here for the thing Asmoraius and Trent have going on.

Levian: It starts off with a bang! Well not quite since his sister walks in oops. Excited to see where this pirate tale takes us.

Midnight Burger: Each episode is a delight and as someone who is bad at science, I appreciate Gloria and Caspar. Caspar pls stay forever and also Brodie <3

Return Home: I’m really listening to it for Buddy and DW.

Raythe Reign: Sometimes you need a yaoi.

The White Vault: At this point, I know what I’m getting into and yet still decide to get attached to these characters

The Amelia Project: Please don’t hurt the Interviewer! He’s too goofy for all this drama. I’m scared!

Fawx & Stallion: James Stallion being canonically hot in any situation is such a win

Victoriocity: Inspector Fleet has had a long week and needs some days off

Yokai Detective Agency: I’m always a sucker for detective stories and I’m looking forward to where this one is going

Desert Skies: Charming characters and love that the plot has a nice pace, not dragging things out

The Grotto: the music is so good but also please help. The emotional turmoil is torrential.

Camlann: Yo…. Dai, for real???

Podcasts I’ve Completed

Dash: This might not be completed? This is actually the first audio drama I finished. Classic noir but supernatural and boys are smooching!

The Two Princes: This was wholesome and had good vibes. I prefer the first season but it was still a fun time.

The Magnus Archives: Arrived late to the party on this one, but I love all the fanart. Awakened my interest in pathetic men.

EOS 10: I also am not 100% sure this is done but I enjoyed the shenanigans!

Wolf 359: Eiffel, my beloved. I liked the silly and dramatic parts of this story. It hurt my soul but it was worth it :)

Time:Bombs: noahdeaart's fanart made me think this was going in a different direction... Still a fun one!

Valence: Love this one WAAAAHHH! Pls listen. I love Nico. Sad Boy but hides it under their chaos energy.

The Bright Sessions: I would 1005% listen to a spin-off just about Mark. This Sad Boy keeps collecting trauma and I need to see him and Oliver maybe go on adventures or something. ANYTHING.

Roommates: I, too, had a pandemic college experience. It's kinda bizarre that there's already a story about that and I love it!

Look Up: Wholesome. Briggon Snow kept me fed.

Moonface: Appreciate having an audio drama from an Asian American perspective. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.

Murray Mysteries: Must protect Jonathan.

Kaleidotrope: More wholesome content. I got more into it by the second half. The hosts have a fun dynamic!

Re: Dracula: Still thinking about Inside You.

Wooden Overcoats: Rudyard is my fav. Chapman deserves the hate.

The Vanishing Act: this Rudyard wasn’t my fav. I was happy to listen to him suffer but also happy when he fell in love. A win for Griffson!

Greater Boston: Michael Tate <3

Ars Paradoxica: Nikhil Sharma <3

Podcasts I’m Catching Up On

Life with Althaar: I knew that plant lady was sus

The Night Post: Ashley……

Love and Luck: I’m on ep 87 now some magical things are going down

Going Lowbrow: I wasn’t expecting a musical but I’m not complaining.

SAYER: There are no bees on Typhon :)

WTNV: I got behind during high school and now I’m too scared to get caught up… one day. It's been so long at this point I think I'd need to start over.

BRASS: I fell behind on episodes :(

Not Quite Dead: If there are vampires, I'm automatically interested. Only a few eps in.

Hi Nay: I’m listening to Murphy respectfully.

Podcasts I’ve Dropped

Moonbase Theta Out

Dreamboy

Archive 81

The Sheridan Tapes

Jar of Rebuke

I’ll keep this updated every so often. Most of these I’ve found either from scouring rec lists or seeing nice fanart.

Please let me know of any recommendations you may have! Thanks for reading if you got this far. Mad respect.

Last updated: 04/14/24

#podcasts #podcast recs #audio drama #squiv speaks #I didn't know I listened to this many

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Big family – big problems with (f)MC

For Liz. My friend who requested it a week ago (or so). I'm sorry if I got your idea wrong. Sebastian and Ominis here.

Sebastian

3 kids – I see a boy and two girls (Yes, I’m tumblr version of Sybill Trelawney).

The two girls are constantly fighting, while their brother mimics their father (you know in which way).

MC and Sebastian are too busy working. Complete chaos type of family.

First daughter: It’s mine!

Second daughter: No, daddy gave it to me!

First daughter: No, you stupid sleazeball head!

*the sound of a book being ripped in half*

Second daughter: Look what you’ve done! Stupid-

*the fighting between the two starts*

Sebastian walks in, yawning, with five o’clock shadow and red-eyed.

Sebastian: These two will be the death of me…

The girls pay zero attention to their dad.

And that’s why the only way to calm them down is levioso.

Sebastian: Now what is this about? *points at the book*

First daughter: It was her! She took the book from my table!

Second daughter: No, it wasn’t me!

Their brother walks in, holding a single page from the very book which now lied ripped apart.

Son: Daad. Daaad? *sees the mess and smiles*

Sebastian: Weren’t you the one looking after them?

Son: I-

Sebastian: What?

*hides the page behind his back*

Sebastian: Accio page! *takes the page and looks through it* Those are not the spells for a second year, you know.

Son: But daaad!

Sebastian: Now be off to your room. We’ll talk later.

Later that day.

Sebastian: These children are giving me migraines.

MC: *giggles* Says Sebastian Sallow, a family man.

Sebastian: These two are always fighting over anything – books, toys, sweets. And our precious boy is quite something, too. Looking through a 6th year spellbook and nearly blowing the house up, because “I thought it was perfectly safe!”.

MC: Mhm. He reminds me if someone I know.

Sebastian: That Weasley? Garreth?

MC: No. He is just like you. The spitting image. In every aspect.

Sebastian: Noo, I wasn’t like this. Ever.

MC: Oh but of course. Wait until he learns of the restricted sect-

Sebastian: Merlin’s beard. Can we homeschool him?

MC: Sebastian, no.

Ominis

I think he would make a perfect stay-at-home dad. MC would be that workaholic mom.

4 kids (3 boys and a girl) would keep him busy for sure.

Ominis: *finally decides to take a break*

Daughter: Daddy, daaad! *runs screaming*

Ominis: What is it? *legit scared*

Daughter: There’s a talking snake in our garden!

Ominis: *shakes his head* Sunshine, snakes don’t talk.

Daughter: This one does! It says there are rats in the cellar.

Ominis: What?

Daughter: And it asked if it could eat them.

Ominis: How polite of it.

Daughter: Is it a snake prince? Can I bring him home?

Ominis: No, you can’t. It can be dangerous.

Daughter: But it’s a talking snake!

Ominis: Snakes don’t talk-

Daughter: He heard that too! *points at her brother*

Ominis: *sighs* Where was that snake? Let’s pay it a visit.

Later that evening.

Ominis: Darling?

MC: Mm?

Ominis: Our children have brought a snake to their room.

MC: They wha-

Ominis: I know. They think I didn’t notice.

MC: Shall I talk to them or-

Ominis: No, no. It’s harmless. It considers our little one.. a friend. That is a part I’m wary of.

MC: I don’t know what to say.

Ominis: I’m shocked too. I thought this wouldn’t pass down to them. How careless of me.

MC: Are you going to tell them about you-know-what?

Ominis: Not now. Maybe later. Later later. Perhaps when they finish school?

MC: You think they won’t find something out on their own?

Ominis: I don’t know.

MC: Did they choose a name for their… friend?

Ominis: You won’t believe how hilarious it is.

MC: Surprise me then.

Ominis: She named it Daisy.

Bonus:

How they reacted each time a child of their was born

Sebastian

First one:

I what? I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER??? *goes ferally happy*

Wait, is it a boy? SEBASTIAN JUNIOUR THAT IS!

Second one:

Sebastian: Oh, I guess Sebastian Juniour is going to have a company?

A girl? ANNE JUNIOUR

MC: Sebastian, no.

Sebastian: Sebastian yes!

Third one:

Sebastian: As if those two weren’t enough *tired as hell* Maybe it’s time to stop…

MC: Yes, I think so. *tired as hell too*

Ominis

First one:

Oh, I’m going to be a father? Pulling my leg again, aren’t you? *laughs it off and thinks of it as a joke*

WAIT YOU’RE SERIOUS? *faints*

Ominis: Is it a girl?

MC: No, Ominis. A baby boy that is.

Ominis: All right, what are the casual boy names? I guess I’ll have to name you Sebastian.

MC: As if having one Sebastian in your life wasn’t enough. *giggles*

Second one:

Ominis: It is a girl?

MC: Twin boys.

Ominis: WHA- *faints*

Third one:

Ominis: Is it a girl?

MC: It is.

Ominis: *grabs the baby* CAN I NAME HER NOCT-

MC: Ominis, no.

Ominis: *sad face*

MC: Argh. As a middle name – maybe.

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x mc

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blissfulraine · 4 months

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I need fluff/funny in my life...

Maybe like imagine how guys react when Y/n not answering texts only to find out later when she arrives back to find out her phone just died due to forgetting to charge it or playing games on it too long that it died-

Enjoy writing this lmao

sorry it took legit a thousand years to reply to this one but her you go this is based off of bayveres tmnt.

warnings: grammer and spelling mistakes, and angst( mention of death).

-LEO-

he wasn't all to concerned at first with you not texting him back. your a busy person with a busy life, but its now officially 7:34pm and haven't answered a single text message from him. you haven't even read it.

starts by telling himself that you must just be busy walking or still doing things to be able to text so therefore he calls. no answer. he try's again, and still no answer

begins to start span calling and texting you, even using your emergency contact to make sure there was a ring.

mind is racing right now going to absolute worst case scenario.

did you get mugged? are you hurt? are you kidnapped?

blood runs cold at the thought of you dead in an ally way somewhere because of the foot or a random gang.

its 8pm, the time you usually get here, and yet after checking the entirty of the lair, asking around frantically if his brothers, even Splinter has seen you.

after figuring out, no, you were not there he sprints back to his room.

hes throwing on his gear, sheathing katana about to leave but halts right in his track after seeing you, confused eyes and face tilted upwards to meet his frantic gaze.

"Leo, whats wrong?"

bro drops his stuff, as the metal clatters to the floor as he reaches out to you.

your face is met with his hard plastron, heart hammering behind it.

" Y/N, i thought something happens to you, you weren't answering your texts or calls and-" he was cut off by your explanation.

"ooooooohhhhh. i'm sorry i made you worry. my phone hd died because my ( best friends name) wouldnt stop bothering me about this new hobbie they picked up."

the sigh he exhaled as he kissed the crown of your forehead seemed to trail all of that pent up anxiety with it.

"im just happy your here and safe my love."

-RAPH-

hes just working out, sweating up a storm, and thinking about you.

finally, after what felt like an hour, he finished his final rep on working out his fabulous biceps.

walking over to the bench you would always sit, he picked up his towl and whipping is face and neck in one fowl swoop.

speaking of you, weren't you meant to be here by now? you were almost always around when he was working out, even when you were running a bit late from work.

he picks up his phone, looking almost microscopic in his hands, even though it was modified just specifically for his large hands.

8pm. your (place of work) closed an hour ago.

even if you were taking the bus or metro its not that far.

did you walk? he doesn't take you to be stupid, especially with the crime wave wit gangs that have been happening recently.

then he remembers vividly the argument you two had last week; when he had been following you home and asking Donnie to check your location constantly. how you told him rather angerly that you could take care of yourself and how he scoffed.

you wouldn't put yourself in harms way just to prove him wrong would you?

that temper h was so famous for began to bubble in his chest, but an even greater feeling beat it. Fear and guilt.

as he explored the lair, in persute of trying to find you in your most frequent of locations he began thinking.

if you gut hurt out there, it would be all his fault.

looking in the kitchen and the moving his gaze to the dinning room.

the idea of you being hurt made him cringe as those feelings swelled and filled him. the pure grotesque imaginary of you trying to defend yourself from someone twice your size and being hurt in disgusting and morbid ways. maybe even being worse than just hurt.

his tooth pick snapped in half. he looked down at its broken pieces.

chucking them to the trash, not even checking if they made it he makes a dash to his room, heavy footsteps thudding as he went.

he stopped at seeing you placed on his bed plugging your phone into the charging port on his desk.

"oh hey raph," you say to him not looking up.

he runs over to you and smashes his rough lips on yours as your eyes widden in surprise. it was a hot minute before he let go.

"what was that for?" you asked breathless.

" it thought something happend to ya tiger."

you giggle, quirking a brow" i'm fine! Vern and i were talking about some business deals, and so he drove me home after work cause my stinking phone died."

next second Vern passes by the door asking whoever was in the hall where the remote went.

raph kisses you once more " love ya babe."

you give him a slight punch to the arm "love you too big red."

-DONNIE-

working in the lab as per usual, didn't actually realize what time it was till he looked over at the clock. 10:30pm.

his brows furrow, as he looked around for your presence, the couch he set up in the corner didn't seem to have you on it, just an immense amount of blankets and pillows on every surface.

he grabs his phone and texts you. no answer. he assumes your somewhere you cant text or maybe your notifications are off so he calls. again, no answer.

he told himself he would only track you in case of emergency but at this point his mind was panicking.

its so late where could she be? hes running through possible locations as he pulls up your phones GPS log. but theirs nothing showing. a slow chill runs down his spine, under his shell and through his whole body as he realizes your completely off the grids.

he checks the lair but you're nowhere to be found.

fully panicked he begins hunting for his gear and boa in his lab. it causing such a racket you wake up from your nap, as you move the blanket off your head.

"Donnie? what are you doing?" you ask sleepily rubbing under your tired eyes.

he does a full 360 turn, coming to look down at you buried fully under all the blankets. turns out you didn't add to your collection. you were the collection!

" Daring! you scared me, i thought you were still out. because you weren't answering any of my calls" he says rushing over to you an smoothing out your hair as he sat down.

you rolled your eyes at the tall dork.

" Donnie, i told you i was here when i walked in like three hours ago. my phone died and has been charging for that entire time." you finish with a wave of your hand to the desk right next to you, filled wit books, mugs ,and sure enough your phone fully off, on the charger right there.

you giggle at his face "oh." was all he could make out as you burst out laughing, kissing him on the cheek.

"your so goofy."

-MIKEY-

lazily twirling a nunchuck in one hand while reading an old comic book in the other. mikes latest trick was the ability to flip pages with his nunchucks and by gods was he ecstatic to show it to you when you got here.

he looked over at the alarm clock you got for him, an orange one with black and green stripes. it read out 8:45.

his brows furrowed and his smile drooped as his nun chucks expertly came to a halt in his grasp.

picking up his phone he texted you in the most serious manner he could, beginning to worry. it was just simply asking you where you were and when you would be down. a few minutes go by and nothing happens, you don't even read it. so he sends a few more and waits for a reply. again no answer.

he dials your number frantically, and yet after calling twice threes still no response.

refusing to let his mind wander to anywhere dark, he thinks maybe your just here?

sitting up he looked around and called out for you.

"Y/N? you here angel cakes?"

there was no answer from anyone, that was until Leonardo entered his room.

"they're not in here with you?" he asked confused. Mikey shook hsi head no, his eyes wide and panicked as he jumped up, abandoning his newfound talent.

" i thought she was out there?" she should have been her an hour ago dude!" leo nodded to his younger brother who started throwing his gear on.

"did you call her?"

"Yes dude!" he said picking up his second nunchuck from up off the floor. "i called and texted her, and she didnt respond at all!"

leo accnowleged this new information with another nod" ill go see if donnie can track her phone."

"i cant see to find her guys." Donnie states anxiously turing around to face the entire inhabitant of the lair, including Splinter whom sits in the corner silently stroking his beard.

"shes completely off the grid." everyone murmurs and turns to Leo for the next move.

"gear up guys." he says un-sheathing his katana," lets go find Y/N."

as they were all just about to run out, fully geared up they here a small voice.

"guys? where are you going? if you leave now your pizza will get cold." they turn, almost all in unison to see you holding 5 extra large pizza boxes smiling up at them.

mikey is the first to move out of the four as he reaches down placing the pizza on the nearest surface and swooping you up into a bear hug.

" BABE! OH MY GOD! we thought something happens to you and we were about to go try to find you!" you looked at him confused." what do you mean thought something append to me?"

Donnie stepped forwards, explaining how they couldn't contact you or track where your phone was.

" yea i was playing games on my phone while waiting for pizza, and it died cause it took forever."

" oh thank god your safe," mikey sighed ourt swaying back and forth.

" y/N, please tell us if your phone is going to die soon so late at night." Leonardo states heading in the direction of his room." it will save a lot unnecessary stress if we know your not hurt."

( photo of all of the turtles after realizing your not dead)

okay thats all! hope you enjoyed. now, remember to drink plenty of water, eat bot body and soul nourishing foods and get plenty of sleep. ta ta lovleys!

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt fanart #tmnt au #tmnt crossover #match up

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I lost my cool and legit yelled at a customer today, for the first time in maybe ever (been in retail 6.5 years now). And I’m not even gonna get in trouble because my manager’s amazing.

So first some background: five months ago, corporate took out 6/8 of our registers and gave us 4 self-checkouts (henceforth abbreviated to SCO), leaving us with only two real registers. Also, today I had about five full carriages worth of clearance to put price stickers on as a side task.

So this lady comes up with her kid (kid never said a word, I pass no judgement on her) and says “what, are there no registers open?” but dripping with attitude, a running theme throughout everything she says to me. I’m busy with the clearance, so trying to gently direct people to use SCO so I can keep working on that, so I say “if you’re using SCO, there are four” because no one else was up front. She’s like “where’s the SCO?” and I say “the big white things” and point to the one directly in front of her. Then it’s “I didn’t know you had SCO” “that’s why we’ve got the signs up there” and point to the signs above her head.

And now I guess I’ve pissed her off for not apologizing because she can’t be bothered to use her eyes and brain together. She starts telling me I have a DiSgUsTiNg attitude, and that I seem miserable. Which is when I start yelling, that I AM miserable because I’m SICK. (I always wear a fabric mask at work, but I double-masked today, wearing a medical-grade one under the fabric mask.)

So then she starts going on about how I should be home if I’m sick, and I tell her I have been all week but no one could cover this shift for me (I’m also mostly better now, just occasionally coughing up the leftover junk in my lungs). And she doesn’t wanna hear it, because god forbid I be an actual person and not a retail robot.

(I don’t do well with confrontation, so by this point I’m physically shaking.)

So then she wants a manager. So on the walkie talkie I’m like “[Store Leader] I need you at the front Right Now”. She’s great, all the managers are great, so she hurries up front and takes over. The lady’s now saying she has cash and can’t use the SCO (never mentioning cash before that). So S takes her on a real register while I keep tagging the clearance. And the lady’s telling her my attitude was DiSgUsTiNg, like actually emphasizing it in a way even S was making fun of after. And saying her daughter shouldn’t have to see that on her birthday. (My brain when I heard that: Bitch, you’re the one who STARTED all this by being a cunt for no fucking reason).

But so S finishes up and gets her out, and by then two other managers, L and B, had come up to see what was happening, because they’d heard my yelling and my plea for S to come up right away. As S was ringing the lady up, she asked for my name, which S did give her, but when she and I were telling L and B about what had happened, S said “yeah if she complains to the district manager it’s whatever, he always checks with me about employee complaints”. And S straight up said that if he does call to check about a complaint, she’ll say “oh that’s so weird, OP’s one of my friendliest cashiers [true, my name literally means happy and I am quite the embodiment of it], I can’t imagine she’d do something like that”.

I very much do not recommend trying this course of action, but damn does it feel amazing to be so well backed up by my managers ❤️

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kimetsu-chan · 2 months

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Time for

✨ “Deep Thoughts” by Kimmie ✨

So I have a folder in my notes app where I wrote everything that happened on my trip down (+ a little weirdo thoughts)

SO IM TELLING THEM ALL TO YOU.

I’m just copying form my notes app :)

@larz-barz :)

You ever think how parenting is just brainwashing tiny people into being just like you—?

I was reminded that I have a very random and irrational fear of escalators 🤔 I freeze and tense up, and I constantly feel as if I’m going to fall over :l

I think there was a lady videotaping us in the airport??? She was weirdly angling her phone towards me and my family and covering it from view. She was also looking at us weirdly-

We got some bad turbulence on the way to Arizona, but I thought it was pretty fun :D

I saw a tiny plain frozen midair when we picked my aunt up from the airport on Friday? Glitch in the matrix????

I embarrassed myself like 5 times over on Saturday 😚 and at least 1-2 people mistook my two youngest sisters as my daughters 🥸

I think being in a car for the majority of 2 days + the Arizona heat has done something to me and my sister—

I passed out on Sunday 😃

And now I will have an irrational fear of swings—

(explanation of fainting/swing) So I was in the backyard of the house we were staying at, on the swings. Chilling. WHEN THE RIGHT HOOK CONNECTING IT TO THE BEAM ABOVE ME FELL OUT. I FELL, TOOK A TUMBLE, AND I WAS HUNCHED OVER IN PAIN BC MY HAND HURT. And I looked down at my hand and I was like, “oh. I’m bleeding, haha. AHH—“ I ran inside and went up to my dad and he started helping me clean up and get a bandaid. I was leaning over the sink and was feeling like crap and I was like, “Dad, I’m gonna pass out.” And he was like, “___, you’re not gonna pass out.” And then I passed out legit five seconds later—

I was only out for like 3 sec tho

MOVING ON

I’m the type of person where you’d need to stand up for me if I asked for no pickles and there were pickles

BUT

For Nagito, I would go yell at the staff that he asked for no pickles ☺️

have you ever been beat by a wet spaghetti noodle because your girlfriend has a twin sister and you got confused and 🫢ed her dad? That’s how it feels to drive a Ford F150. ✨ F O R D ✨

I finished an entire almost 300 page book within the week I was gone. And we were real busy too. 150 OF THOSE PAGES WERE WITHIN THE FIRST 1HR 15MIN OF THE FIGHT HOME

I… am like a flower. If you do not pay attention to me or if you do not force me to drink water, I shall simply… shrivel 😌

#hehehe #I’m weird :3 #Holy crap a lot happened in one week

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claudy-writes-stuff · 7 months

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Hii

I would love to read:

Fred Durst x Reader

Jon Davis/KoRn x Reader

Chester Bennington x Reader

Any story would be nice. Maybe enemy or friends to lovers. Thanks already!

Sure thing Anon! Hope you enjoy (if my idea was similar to another creators idea I’m just gonna note rn this isn’t exaclty original but yh)

The Biggest, Stupidest idiot, Fred Durst x Reader, Enemies to Lovers

You got signed to be Limp Bizkit’s manager and also this bus driver thingy for them. You were the one driving the trailer for them whenever they went on tour, the first few days you enjoyed the job and it wasn’t hard. The guys were funny, Well, That’s what you thought, (That’s what she said), They we’re jerks sometimes. Especially Fred, Although it was just some playful pranks and jokes friends and all just playing and not legit, they got on your nerves. Numerous times where you couldn’t even count had Fred and Wes woke you up and tricked you that there was and emergency. As soon as you ran out the door then you’d get milk and feathers All over you, Even Lethal would come in laughing.

Sometimes the jokes or pranks were funny. Sometimes not. Just straight up annoying as fuck

You didn’t even talk to Fred for a few days after that, “Oh come on Y/N talk to me!” “Shut up Fred” was how it was last week. Today they were wanting to hangout at a local bar/Pub to relax and have some fun after their tour as it was kind of draining they were performing Al day, not to mention you’ve definetely been the workaholic these days!, You drove the bus as they were all inside. Fred being the loudest as he nudged Wes with his elbow. None of them really containing their laughter. Before Fred stopped and nudged you now “Atleast were driving and this time we ain’t getting a single scratch from a certain someone!” You shot him a side glare and slapped his hand “Shut up Fred” He only laughed and rubbed his arm. “Ow!” He said, shooting you a look, You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, Even in your contacts you had him named as ‘Annoying guy’ or ‘Jerk’

They didn’t wanna go to the bar instead they decided on going to go to one of their tours. They still didn’t finish them, “Hey Y/N pull over we want some snacks-“ Before John could finish his sentence Wes smacked him on the face. Before they started wrestling and Fred started recording “Yo look at this shit!” They were laughing their asses off. Your eye twitched. Why were they so annoying sometimes? You had already been in a bad mood because of earlier today, As you pulled over at the snack store you all got out the car. As if they were children they ran inside like kids first time seeing a candy store.

Fred wanted to bother you a bit. As you held the cart zoning out you were startled by a lot of things dropping inside at once. It was chocolates- Candies chips and all sorts- “Yo why’s there a apple in here?” Fred peeked in. He saw the apple just plain right sitting in the corner of the cart. It wasn’t even in one of those white small bags. “Who wanna play frisbee?” Wes took the apple and passed it over to the others. You scoffed and grumbled. Snatching the apple away. Making Fred pout, “Food isn’t to be played with, Stop and come on I don’t wanna be here all day!” Fred only nudged you. As you were paying Fred came up behind you wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling your head and a bit of your body to him and ruffling your hair a lot. “Cut it out!” You snapped. He only held tighter and just whispered back “Nope”,

After what seemed like two years and a half. You arrived at the tour, getting out the car, it didn’t take that long for the band to be swarmed by the crowd and getting autographs. They were all distracted. You were sat in the back, Yet again. A bad habit of yours. Chewing your lip. Lightly blinking as you were in deep thought. A arm wrapped around you from behind, a slurred voice talking “You’ve got- you really looking fine today..You wanna come over to my place?” This wasn’t any of the people you knew, a creep randomly came in through from the crowd. Slowly pulling you behind a wall. You looked at him, panic clear in your eyes, his hand moved to your hip. Grasping it. You looked down. He started groping you, “Please don’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable” You tried to be polite and your eyes darted left and right as you panicked for help. The man seemed angry

He forced himself onto you and whispered “I know you want it. Stop playing hard to get” His breath reeked of alcohol and cigars. Wanting to make you gag, his hand went under your dress (or pants anything you can choose), before he could touch you there a fist connected to his face making you jerk back in fear and yelp. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s saying no dude she doesn’t like you!” It was Fred. He snapped at the man before punching him again square in the face. Making sure to angle it near the man’s nose. Brisk sing it. Knocking him out cold. The others were trying to pull Fred away, Fred turned to you. His heart sinking into his stomach seeing you shivering in the corner of the wall. Big round tears in your eyes. “Come on Y/N let’s get you inside..” he gently took your hand in his and led you to the trailer or bus. Sitting down next to you, It was silent until you whispered “Thank you” to him, trying to wipe away your tears. He looked down at you. His thumb lightly brushing your cheek and wiping away your tears. His eyes glancing at your lips. “It’s okay, trust me when I say this. I’m sorry for bothering you with those pranks and stuff. I won’t do it again if it annoys you” He was very sincere, soft. And quiet. Unlike how he was so upbeat and loud. He gently took your hands into his and pulled you onto his lap. Taking your chin and making you face him, “I love you, Y/N, Please. But I just didn’t have naughty courage to tell you this” your eyes widened. You couldn’t react as his nose pressed to yours. Gently. His lips pressing on yours before he closed his eyes. His other hand gently stroking your hair back and away from your eyes.

“I love you too”

The band did make sure to take pictures of this moment and tease you and Fred in the future about it.

#fred durst #Fred durst x reader #enemies to lovers #nu metal #imagine #fan fiction #limp bizkit #limp bizkit imagine #limp bizkit x reader

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