#also i laughed at the glee mention LOL

[ambitionsource]

I found ambition when looking for Jack and Eric fanfic on ao3. I genuinely thought it was it's own show with characters who just happened to have the same name as my two bmw favs (I didn't watch gmw and for my own sake I probably never will because they do my babies; jack, eric and angela, so dirty, and I knew of certain things namely Lucas Maya Riley I didn't know enough for it to make me click). I had no clue what I was getting myself into but then I started reading. I'm so beyond glad I did, I've loved every second, every laugh and every tear. Ambition is the show I wished I had as a teen (instead I had glee... and Riverdale... that says enough...) but I'm glad I found it when I needed it, as I face the same challenges the gang has been facing in season 4 as they move on from triple a and onto life in the real world. I like to believe the stories we need find their way to us, the characters we need to meet come to us, thank you for bringing all the characters but especially Jack, Charlie, Nigel, Asher and Jade to life, joining them on their journeys throughout the show and seeing parts of myself - good and bad - reflected back on me has helped me in ways I'll never be able to put to words so I'll simply say thank you. That's the power of good writing, it leaves the reader changed, the writing in ambition is incredible. I've been invested at every step, hooked by every twist. Ambition feels so real, so poignant, the characters feel like real people, it is so true to life in all it's complexities and in all it's ugliness and beauty. It's raw and it's human and it's about community and hope and it's about flawed people who make mistakes but are still worthy and deserving of love and who are trying to do not only do their best but do good and it's the story I desperately needed. I just wanted to write a wee note to send some appreciation to you all for your incredible work and everything you do to bring us this brilliant piece of work.

If the multiverse is real there's a universe where I follow Dylan Orlando on yt and TikTok and debate and jokingly bicker with Nigel about Shakespeare and am mostly likely a techie, I'm kinda sad that I'm not in it lmao but I'm glad and so grateful in one where I found your story. Looking forward to the rest of season 4 and in time season 5, it's going to break my heart to say goodbye but that's how you know that it mattered, if it hurts to let it go.

{backpedaling to bmw for a sec, BLESS YOU FOR WRITING THE WRONGS. I loved the Shawn Angela storyline in season 1 and honestly it healed a part of me that bmw/gmw broke. Without a doubt ambition did it better. I love when they pop in and they have some of my favorite lines. Shawn absolutely kills me, to paraphrase ; "oh yeah I could be jack, authority baby" destroys me every single time. I adore his dynamic with the techies too and Jack. Speaking of Jack, I am on my knees praising y'all for Jack and Eric, so rarely are older couples in teen/ya shows given such depth and it's even rarer to see a queer relationship between two men in their 30s/40s. Their relationship isn't perfect, it's flawed and complicated and there is so much love, their journey so far has been beautiful. It's rare for older characters especially teachers and parents to be treated as three dimensional and as complex individuals, they're typically just the joke or unreasonable antagonist, not in ambition. They are just as complicated and as real as our mains and I love that}.

omg hi! hello!! welcome welcome to the ambition family! full disclosure when i got the notification in my email that i had an anon on this blog i always lowkey dread it's going to be something harsh -- because internet -- but this message was the absolute opposite and the most lovely of surprises. i don't even know where to begin, but you wrote such a thoughtful and packed note here so i wanna address it all in turn -- please bear with me for the long response!

(though if you've read all of ambition up to this point, you're probably used to my writing being way too long. ahaha.)

first off, i wanted to highlight, underline, emphasize in bold what you said here: "I like to believe the stories we need find their way to us, the characters we need to meet come to us..." because you quite literally put our mentality about creating the show into words (beautiful words at that). that is near word-for-word the approach esther and i have taken with this show basically since its inception when we started writing it for ourselves -- we never ever expected it would reach as many people as it has. and we think of it that exact same way, that those who are meant to discover ambition will find their way to it (and its never too late to dive in). so it's so special to me to see you say that, to reflect that sentiment back to us, as like... proof that it is true. this series has brought a specially strange and wonderful cohort of readers together and it is always amazing when another one pops in to make themselves known. so thank you, thank you, for taking the time out of your day to share that with us. and again, welcome!

secondly -- HELL YES TO FINDING YOUR WAY HERE BECAUSE OF JACK AND ERIC! as someone who admittedly has grown less than fond of bmw in the intervening years (does our version of ct show that a bit... oops lol), jack and eric as a duo are still who holds my heart because they were that iconic in the source material of yore. i typically just tag them because they are so central to ambition (though as you probably noticed, i don't tag bmw as a fandom -- at this point i wouldn't tag either show honestly since its so like it's own thing but i have to unfortunately lmao), but i had considered not doing so because i didn't want to clog up the jeric tag but now i'm so glad i do, because look what a lovely little happenstance of bringing you to ambition it fostered!!

(also, you're correct. don't watch gmw. i enjoyed my time with it back in the day, it's cute, but there are better shows and the fandom was absolutely horrible. basically everyone who was there will attest to that LOL. that's partially why we emphasize that at this point ambition really is its own thing, because it's so far removed -- and clearly you can vouch for that now 😊)

and thank you for your kind words about how we write jack and eric -- we 100% agree that adult characters on young adult dramas tend to be useless at best and downright vile at worst (hellooo mr schue, speaking of glee), and we wanted them to be fleshed out and flawed and featured just as much in their own right. plus not only do they have a great relationship with each other that we enjoy writing (enemies to friends to lovers done right, if we do say so ourselves), they have such incredibly important dynamics with others (lucas and isa being the obvious ones) that it's impossible to think of the show without them. so it is SO great to hear such specific praise for them from a reader! and i love that you shouted out a shawn line, he is an underrated gem in the ambition story world for sure (and allowing him and angela their due was very satisfying for us, yes, hahaha).

lastly, can i ask, are you a writer too? because the way you phrased this is absolutely gorgeous and i want to just. hang it up on my wall and hold it close to my heart forever: "joining them on their journeys throughout the show and seeing parts of myself - good and bad - reflected back on me has helped me in ways I'll never be able to put to words so I'll simply say thank you. That's the power of good writing, it leaves the reader changed, the writing in ambition is incredible. I've been invested at every step, hooked by every twist. Ambition feels so real, so poignant, the characters feel like real people, it is so true to life in all it's complexities and in all it's ugliness and beauty. It's raw and it's human and it's about community and hope and it's about flawed people who make mistakes but are still worthy and deserving of love and who are trying to do not only do their best but do good and it's the story I desperately needed."

like legit, that means so so much to us. it's so heartening to see readers engage with the material so deeply AND come away from it with exactly the themes we set out to explore -- community, love, complexity, humanity, faith, failure, rebirth. so thank you, genuinely, for taking the time to send us this wee little note. it is incredibly kind of you, and we're so glad you found this series and get to take the journey with us.

enjoy the rest of the season to come, and please feel free to pop in at any time ✨

-- Maggie

#its also So funny you mention the multiverse bc we literally often talk about #the 'aaa verse' where ambition is a real show #and how they're living in the good timeline and we're not LMAO. but we try #also since it has nothing to do with bmw / gmw really... dont shy away from sharing with friends!! #if you think they'd vibe with it -- that's what ambition is all about #and we're opening up a discord server soon for ambition warriors to come together #so keep an eye out if you're interested 😊 #anyway wow. like that just made my entire week #this community really is so lovely and special. thank you all so much #high praise tag #answered #also i laughed at the glee mention LOL #we were all there my friend... i remember it all too well...

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hi Hi this is my first time participating in one of these so please tell me if I did it wrong. But for the Prompt game number 2 could you do minsung and reader 24 and 48?? Or honestly anyone lol

Also I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well 🥰

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "You're trembling."

"You make me want things I can't have."

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff, Light Smut

Members: Han Jisung, Lee Minho

Relationship: Established Minho x Fem!Reader x Roommate Jisung

Warning: Mentions of Nightmares, Cheating (but not really, you'll see)

"Lee Minho, are you asking me to babysit your roommate?"

Minho makes a little sort of disgruntled sound in the back of his throat, huffing a humorless laugh into the other end of the phone.

"He doesn't like to be alone."

You roll your eyes, toeing off your shoes and pinching the phone between your shoulder and ear as you head into the kitchen, depositing your work bag onto the counter.

"Jisung really can't handle staying by himself for two nights while you're gone? I do it all the time, you know. Every time you guys plan one of your little weekend guy trips." You huff out, though you're not quite as put out as your words would entail.

"Please, baby?" Minho pleads teasingly, his voice dropping in tone, into a whisper, in a way that he knows you can't resist. "For me?"

You sigh, long and hard, and you can almost feel your boyfriend smiling through the phone.

He knows he's got you.

And honestly, spending the weekend with Jisung won't be too much of a chore. You like him. And you both like to play video games, and eat pizza, and talk shit on Minho.

How bad could it really be?

"Fine." You grumble out, hoping Minho can sense your glare on the other end of the phone, just like you can sense his absolute glee. "But he's buying the pizza."

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"Holy fuck, this is gonna be so fun!" Jisung announces, taking your small overnight bag from you almost immediately and chucking it onto the couch Minho had made you help him pick out months before.

You open your mouth to scold him, to say that hey, maybe some of your shit is kind of fragile? but before you can even get so much as one word out, Jisung has swooped you into a bear hug, squeezing all the air, and protests, right from your lungs.

"Thanks for agreeing to stay." He murmurs against the crown of your head, and you can't help it, you nod back without really thinking.

"Yeah, of course."

Jisung releases you with a huge, heart shaped grin, and you try not to notice how the cologne he wears-something a little bit spicy and lined with floral-contrasts so sharply, and altogether pleasantly, with the scent Minho always dons-dark and woodsy.

Minho appears, his work bag slung over his shoulder, his brow raised.

"Can you please refrain from greeting my girlfriend before me?" He queries dryly, glancing over to Jisung, before he leans over to press a kiss to your lips. "Hi, baby."

"No can do, hyung." Jisung grins, flopping down onto the couch next to your discarded bag, his long fingers pushing some of his dark hair out of his eyes. "Early bird gets the worm."

You laugh. "That doesn't even make sense."

Jisung's eyes glitter with amusement and he gives a little shrug.

"Sure it does. I'm the bird, you're the worm, and Minho-hyung is the cat who missed out."

"Cats don't eat worms." Minho mutters back, though there's amusement in his tone, as he leans in to give you another quick kiss.

He pats the pocket of his jacket, making sure he has his wallet and passport, and you straighten his button down shirt beneath as you give him a slight smile.

"Ready?"

He nods. "Yeah, I better get going." He glances to Jisung sternly. "Behave while I'm gone."

Jisung winks. "I always do."

Minho sighs with resignation and turns back to you, tilting his head toward the door and his waiting suitcase. "Walk me out?"

You nod, and he takes your hand, using his free one to grab the suitcase and open the door for the two of you.

"Bye, hyungie!" Jisung calls in a teasing sing song sort of voice as the door closes behind you.

Minho slows his step to match your own, glancing at his watch, and then squinting into the sun let in through the slats of the apartment walkway.

"Are you going to be late?" You ask, tightening your fingers around his own.

Minho shakes his head a little distractedly. "No, I'll be fine." He glances sidelong at you, and his expression grows serious. "Baby, about Jisung-"

You give a little laugh at the concern in his tone. "What? Think he'll eat me or something while you're gone?'' You arch a brow at him with a little smirk. "C'mon, baby, don't worry so much. Jisung and I are friends too, you know."

Minho sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, glancing past you. "I know. That's not what I'm worried about."

He pulls you to a stop, and the smile drops from your face at his worried expression.

"Min?" You ask, suddenly nervous for some reason.

Minho glances down at you, and reaches up to swipe a stray strand of hair from your forehead with a little smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"He has nightmares."

You stare at him, uncomprehending, and he squeezes your hands in his own, standing there in the middle of the hallway.

"Jisung. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he's been through some pretty messed up shit, and it messes with his head sometimes." Minho sighs, long and resigned, and a muscle ticks slightly in his jaw. You resist the urge to reach up and smooth it away.

"And when I say nightmares, I'm talking full fledged night terrors. Between the two of us, we've figured out some ways to deal with them, help them end more quickly, but he can't stand to be alone after they're over. Which is why I asked-"

"Me to stay with him while you're gone." You breathe out, finally putting the pieces together.

Minho nods. "Yeah. And I'm sorry to put you in this position, but he's my oldest friend, and I lo-" He stops for a minute, considering his words, and then continues. "-care about him."

You squeeze his hand. "I get it. I do. I'd do anything for you, so I understand how you feel the same way about Jisung."

Minho's expression lightens a little bit. "You do?"

"Of course." You smile up at him softly and lean up to press a lingering kiss to his lips. "And I promise, I will take good care of him, okay? Because no matter what you think, I care about Jisung too."

Minho smiles gently, and gives you another kiss. "I know you do, baby. Thank you."

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"Fuck, I'm tired." You stretch, pushing the blanket off of your lap and standing, grabbing the pizza box to throw it away.

Jisung looks up from where he's sitting on the opposite end of the couch, controller still held in his hand, eyes wide.

"Really? You sure you don't want to go another round?" Something mischievous glints in his eyes and he smirks at you. "Or are you scared I'll kick your ass again?"

"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried., Han Jisung." You retort back, sticking your tongue out at him. "But it's also one AM, and I haven't stayed up this late since I was in college."

Jisung grins back, bounding up to help you throw away the take out containers and soda cans.

"Well then, time for you to live a little."

"Jisung-" You start to sigh, throwing away the empty pizza box and turning to face him.

Your words die on your tongue at how close he is, you hadn't realized he'd come up right behind you while you were talking.

Your nose is almost brushing the tip of his.

Something weird swarms in the pit of your stomach as you stare into his large, dark eyes.

"Yes?" He questions back with the hint of amused innocent, his eyebrow ticking upward as he stares at you, staring at him.

You open your mouth to say something, anything-you should back up a few feet, or a hundred, I should go to bed right this goddamn instant-but nothing comes out.

Jisung cocks his head, and then he takes a step back, something unreadable going across his face as he laughs a little and finally drops your gaze.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He acquiesces, still not looking at you, the air between you awkward now. "It's late. We should hit the hay."

The forced casualness in his voice has something heavy settling into the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, yeah-" You stumble over the words, desperate to get out of the kitchen and away from him suddenly. You skirt along the wall, trying to increase the space between you as you give him a forced smile. "-see you in the morning, Jisung."

Jisung opens his mouth, as if he's about to say something more, but you hightail it out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your room, locking the door before you can give yourself the chance to find out what it was.

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You don't know how long you've been asleep when you're woken by a thud against the wall Minho's room shares with Jisung's, and the sound of something, or multiple somethings, crashing to the floor.

You give your heart a moment to stop pounding in your chest, listening for any more sounds, and when you don't hear anything, you creep from Minho's bed and down the hall.

Standing outside Jisung's still closed door, you hesitate only briefly, before you raise your fist and knock softly.

"Jisung?" You call out quietly, waiting for a response. When there is none, you try again. "Jisung?"

There is the sound of shuffling from inside, and then it falls silent again.

Gathering your courage, you push open the door silently, and stare into the darkened room, letting your eyes adjust for a moment.

There's Jisung's bed-empty-his bedside table-clear of all items, including his lamp and alarm clock, now in a pile on the floor-and then-

"Jisung." You whisper, and without thinking, you hurry across the small room, crouching down in front of him.

He's huddled in the corner farthest from the bed, his comforter pulled up like a hood around his head, curled in on himself for safety.

You can tell, even in the lack of light, that his knuckles are white where they hold the blanket too tightly against his body.

"Jisung." You repeat, because it's the only thing you can think to say in this moment. You cautiously reach forward to touch his hand. "Are you okay?"

He stares at you for a moment, as if confused that you're here, in his room, in front of him, and then he shakes his head, as if to clear his brain of unwanted thoughts, and gives you the fakest half smile you've ever seen.

"Y-yeah-" He stutters out, eyes large and dark and a little too shiny in the dark.

You close your fingers around his own, and his entire body shakes beneath your touch.

"You're trembling." You murmur worriedly, watching the way his muscles shudder beneath the safety of the blanket, as if his body is in fight or flight.

It probably is from what Minho had said.

"It's an after effect." Jisung mumbles back, dropping his gaze from your own now, as he stares at your hand still covering his own. "Of the nightmares."

You feel helpless, crouched before him, unsure of what to do, watching him shatter before your eyes.

You swallow, and reach up your fingers to shove aside some of his thick dark hair, damp with sweat, from his eyes, and he stares at you for a moment, expression doubtful.

"What can I do?" You ask in a whisper, scooting a little closer to him, pressing your thigh up against his, hoping the bodily contact will comfort him a little. "Minho didn't tell me how he usually helps, but-"

Jisung's eyes widen a little, his lips pulling down into a grim line. "Minho told you he helps me with the nightmares?"

You give a little shrug of your shoulder, confused. "Well, yeah, he wanted to make sure I knew what to do while he was gone. And he cares about you."

Jisung stares a little longer, and then he looks away, clearing his throat.

Slowly, one by one, his fingers uncurl from around the blanket.

"I think I'm okay now." He admits softly, a slight wobble in his voice that belies his lie. "But, if you could just sit with me for a little bit? So I'm not alone?"

He glances back to you hopefully and you instantly nod, sliding so your back is against the wall beside his, body pressed close.

"Of course I can, Jisung. Always."

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The next night, the nightmares are worse.

You're woken up by the sound of terror, and without having to think, your feet fly down the hallway and into Jisung's room, finding him writhing on the bed, tangled in his blankets.

"Jisung, Jisung!" You shake him a little, trying to pull him back from the brink of his own mind.

He stops writhing, staring at you blankly-or through you more accurately-and the dead expression on his face and in his dark, usually expressive eyes scares you.

Without thinking, you climb into the bed and lie on top of him, pressing your body heavily down onto his own.

You'd read somewhere that having another person's body weight on top of you helps with panic attacks, so why not nightmares?

You're out of your depth, you don't know what the hell you're doing, but you have to do something, have to bring Jisung back.

"It's okay." You whisper, reaching up to cautiously start stroking his hair. "It's okay. I'm here. You're here."

Jisung's muscles are tense beneath your own, his whole body still shuddering from the after effects of the horrible nightmare, but slowly, beneath the weight of your own, the violent shudders die down to silent trembling.

"It's okay." You just keep murmuring over and over and over, like a mantra, filling the space between the two of you. "It's okay."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your own, and carefully, you raise your head, meeting his gaze, your fingers stilling their movements on his hair.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs out, voice hoarse and shaky, a single tear creeping from the corner of his eye and down his cheek.

"Don't be sorry." You reply back softly, resuming your combing of his hair and he leans into the touch, like a cat seeking the security of affection. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but Minho, and you-" Jisung starts, taking in a shuddering breath, his body convulsing beneath your own.

"Care about you a whole fucking lot." You finish for him resolutely, daring to come up on your elbows now that the majority of his shuddering has worn off, meeting his gaze firmly. "You have nothing to apologize for. We wouldn't be here if we didn't want to be."

Jisung holds your gaze for another moment and then nods, looking away. "Okay."

"Okay." You repeat, before you suddenly realize that your body is still flush with Jisung's. You shove yourself up on your hands, face going hot. "If you're okay then-"

Panic comes across Jisung's face and you freeze, his body once again going instantly tense beneath your own as he grabs your upper arms in a vice like grip.

"Please don't leave."

You stare down at him, pleading silently with you with large, dark, scared eyes, and you finally nod, settling back down on top of him again, elbows propping you up so you can see his face.

"Okay, I won't."

You study him for a moment in the dark, the slope of his nose, the full swell of his bottom lip, the doe eyes hidden beneath long, dark hair.

Without really considering, you reach out and trace his lips softly with the pad of your thumb.

Jisung freezes beneath the touch, and you feel your cheeks heat once more as you move to pull away.

"I'm sorry-"

Jisung's fingers loop around your wrist, keeping you in place, your fingers hovering just over his mouth. His lips part, and you can feel the warmth of his breath wash over your fingertips.

The sensation sends a tingle down your spine.

"You make me want things I can't have."

His voice is so soft that you think you've misheard him, and confusion washes across your face, the words jostling together in your brain in a way that doesn't make sense.

Maybe he's talking about you and Minho? About a relationship?

"What? Me and Minho?" You question back dumbly, still trying to piece together what he's just admitted to you.

"Yeah." Jisung says softly, gaze still never leaving your own, breath still washing over your fingers. "You. And Minho."

There's something behind the words, the way he repeats it after you, and suddenly, it clicks into place.

You laugh a little, you can't help it, and Jisung looks caught off guard.

"Jisung." You say his name like a sigh, like you're releasing a secret you've kept for ages. "All you have to do is ask him. Minho fucking loves you. I've known forever, but I've been waiting for him to bring it up."

Jisung's eyes grow wider. "Minho loves me?"

You nod. "Yeah." Something quiet and sad colors your tone as you stare at him, the boy you both secretly want, the boy Minho could have if he just said the word. It's not so simple for you. "I see it in the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you."

"And you're okay with that?" Jisung asks, slight doubt filtering into his tone.

You huff a laugh. "Yeah. I love Minho, and he loves me, but he also loves you, and I'm not opposed" You give him a slight smile. "I can share."

Jisung takes in your words for a moment, and then he releases his hold on your wrist, letting you sit up fully this time, scooting away from him on the bed.

He heaves himself up, untangling himself from the blanket. "What about you?"

His question catches you off guard, and you shrug slightly. "What about me?"

Jisung's face pinches slightly. "Well, I-"

You give a humorless little chuckle, glancing to him now. "You don't have to say it, Jisung. I don't have to be part of this equation. It's okay."

The words hurt your heart, but you remain stoic.

Jisung stares at you for a long, everlasting moment, and then he inches closer to you, taking your face in his hands in a bold move.

You suck in a surprised breath, but hold still as he studies you.

"I bet Minho likes kissing you."

You stare back at him, trying to puzzle out where this is going, but you're tired of thinking, so you just say back, "Yeah."

Jisung lets his thumb drop to trace your mouth, like you had done moments before to him, and his gaze falls to the part of your lips underneath his touch.

"And you like it when Minho kisses you."

You stare back at him, heat pooling in your stomach the longer the staring contest, the gentle touches, go on.

"Yes."

Jisung cocks his head, giving you a little knowing look, and then he leans forward, and it takes everything in you to freeze, as his lips brush across the column of your throat.

It's like electricity has shot through your entire body, igniting the warm pool in the pit of your stomach into something ravenous.

"Do you like it when he kisses you here?"

"Yes." You whisper back, and Jisung hums in acknowledgement, moving his lips lower against your skin, pulling your t-shirt to the side so he can press open mouth kisses to your shoulder.

"And here?"

"Mmhm." You murmur back,breathless.

Jisung glances up at you, a slight smirk pulling at his full mouth.

"And what does Minho like?"

"He likes-" You think for a moment, it's a hard feat with Jisung's lips on you. "-when I tangle my hands in his hair."

You let your hands slide into Jisung's thick, dark hair, tugging him closer to you, back up to your mouth, his lips hovering over your own.

"What else?" Jisung breathes out, his gaze flicking down to your tongue, darting out to wet your lips.

"He likes me in his lap." You murmur back, and before you can overthink it, you straddle Jisung on the bed, knees going down on either side of his hips, hands going to his shoulders.

Jisung leans back on his hands and he's staring up at you now with open hunger, pupils large and dark.

"And I bet you like it when he puts his hands here."

He lets his hands slip beneath your t-shirt, taking purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

You nod, it's becoming harder to think the longer this little game goes on.

"I do."

Jisung hums, smirking up at you once more, tilting his head as he watches you.

"Although-" You tease, reaching out to play with them of his own t-shirt. "-he's usually not wearing so many clothes when we do this."

Jisung grins, and with one smooth movement, easily pulls his shirt off and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

"Better?"

"Much."

"What else?" Jisung prods, and you're more than happy to accept his challenge.

"He likes when I kiss him-" You lean in, and after a breath's hesitation, press your mouth over Jisung's.

Fuck, he tastes amazing, and he's so pliable, so responsive, sliding his tongue in between your lips almost instantly, making you gasp into his open mouth.

You pull back, just a sliver, just enough to say, "-and when I use teeth."

You lean back into him, and suck his full bottom lip between your teeth, letting them graze the plush skin slowly as you release your hold.

Beneath you, Jisung shudders in response, and you can feel him hardening beneath you.

"I bet he likes when you're a tease." Jisung replies breathlessly when you pull back, pupils large and dark, lips red and slick. "So fucking hot."

"He does." You smirk, arching a brow. "And he also likes when I grind down on him."

You give him your weight then, lowering yourself fully into his lap, grinding your hips on him, and Jisung groans, throwing his head back, as his eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck-" His hands on your hips pin you down, stopping your movements, and he pants for breath for a moment before opening his eyes, his expression hot.

"You like feeling him, like feeling what you're doing to him."

His words send molten heat straight between your thighs, and you whine a little at his hold, pinning you in place.

Jisung smirks, releasing you, before he reaches to slip off his sweats.

Your mouth waters as he's bared completely before you.

You've never stripped out of your own clothes so fast.

Moving back to straddle him, Jisung groans at the feel of how wet you are against his skin.

His fingers go back to bruising your hips, and his own buck up beneath you.

"God, I bet he loves feeling you, seeing you take him."

You nod, manuevering yourself, and stare down at him for a moment, the large dark doe eyes, the slight pant of his open lips.

Jisung is fucking pretty.

But you knew that already.

"He does." You confirm, voice breathy, as you feel him against you. "But he likes it most when I take him all at once."

Without warning, you sink down, and Jisung's eyes once again disappear into the back of his skull.

His fingers grip you painfully, and you whimper, but it's a sound of pleasure, as he groans and focuses back on you, leaning up to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as he starts to move.

"Fuck, Jisung-" You gasp out, stars bursting before your vision.

The second his name leaves your lips, you freeze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Don't." Jisung growls, tugging you in for another rough kiss, his words and breath searing your skin. "Don't ever apologize for saying my name. I want to fucking hear it on your lips for the rest of my life."

He lifts his hips against your own, kissing you hard, and you gasp, and you know, there's no going back now, not ever.

"Jisung."

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You're lying next to Jisung in the small space of his twin bed, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly spent.

Your body is deliciously sore, and his hand in your own is a comforting weight.

You can't help the small smile that crosses your lips as you hear him shift beside you.

There's a flare of guilt deep in your gut, but you shove it down to deal with later.

"Hey." Jisung whispers, rolling over to flop his arm across your bare waist and brush his lips across your neck.

You meet his gaze. "Hey."

He smiles shyly at you, fingers playing with your own.

"I think Minho really likes you."

You stare at him, a small smile crossing your own lips. You lean forward to press a kiss to the corner of his heart shaped mouth.

"I think I really like him too."

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You're drinking coffee at Jisung and Minho's small kitchen table when Minho gets home, tossing his work bag onto the couch and coming directly for you.

"Hey, baby." He leans down behind your chair, encircling you with his arms, and you smile, tilting your head back so he can reach your lips.

"Hey."

"I missed you." He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, and you give a little laugh.

"I'd forgotten how clingy you get after a work trip, Lee Minho." You tease, reaching up to brush hair back from his forehead as you give him another quick kiss. "I missed you too."

"Watch it." Minho growls teasingly, tickling you before he gives you another kiss and straightens up.

Jisung appears then, headed directly for the cabinet for his own mug to fill with coffee.

"Hey, where's my hello kiss?" He pouts, staring at Minho, as he fills up his coffee and comes to sit beside you at the table.

Minho arches a brow and stares him down. "Do you deserve one?"

Jisung gives him a sweetly innocent smile. "Always."

You swallow a too large gulp of your hot coffee, and suddenly wonder when you should break the news to the man now getting his own glass of the morning beverage.

Luckily, Minho beats you to the punch.

"So." He says casually, leaning against the counter and glancing between the two of you, sipping from his mug. "Did you two finally fuck then?"

You choke on the liquid in your mouth, and Jisung promptly spits his own mouthful of coffee across the table in a fine spray.

"What?" You both shriek at the same time, staring at Minho.

He appears completely nonplussed, holding both of your astounded gazes with nothing more than a shrug.

"The two of you. Did you finally get over your weird stubborn guilt complexes and fuck?"

You stare at him like he's grown a second head.

Jisung narrows his eyes from across the table, staring down your boyfriend.

"Wait-" His voice grows with disbelief. "-did you plan this?"

Minho gives another little shrug, but there's a smirk on his lips that he hides behind his coffee mug as he takes another sip.

"I did have a work trip. Just turned out the timing was impeccable."

"I cannot believe you." You gasp out, feeling a mixture of outrage and relief all at once.

Minho knows. He knows, and he's okay with it. Actually, more than okay, he'd been gunning for this to happen by the looks of it.

Minho grins, flashing sharp teeth.

"C'mon, baby. You and Jisung are too stupid and loyal to figure it out on your own. I needed to give you a little push."

"But-" You splutter out, trying to decide if you should take offense at his words and punch him or promptly cross the kitchen and kiss him. "-you're one to talk! You've been in love with Jisung for forever!"

"Yeah!" Jisung points at you, as if you've made a hell of a point, and then to Minho. "When were you gonna make a move, hyung?"

"Han Jisung." Minho says sternly, pinning the other man beneath his gaze. "I don't give up sleep for just anyone."

Minho puts his empty coffee cup in the sink and crosses to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, still staring at Jisung.

"Look, I needed the two of you to figure it out on your own, but I also needed to orchestrate it so you both knew I wasn't upset. Quite the contrary actually." He smirks and puts a hand under your chin, raising your gaze to his. "You have my blessing."

"I'm literally so pissed right now. You're an asshole, hyung." Jisung mutters, glaring at your boyfriend, tapping his finger on the table. "But that's also so fucking hot."

You swallow beneath Minho's hand, and he notices, smirk growing wider.

"I hate you."

His brow ticks upward. "No, you don't."

You sigh. "No, I don't."

"So." Minho releases you and tilts his head toward his discarded luggage on the couch. "Unpacking can wait. Care to show me what the two of you figured out while I was gone?"

#skz #stray kids #stay #skz drabble #skz prompt game #prompt game #minho #lee minho #han jisung #jisung #minsung #femreader #y/n #skz x you #skz x reader #minsung x you #minsung x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #skz smut #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #inbox #my submissions #submission #skz fic #skz fanfic #lee know #han

[egg-emperor]

Yess. I like the idea of eggman leaving pesky prisoners at Metal Sonic's non-existent mercy. It would be like tossing meat to a hungry piranha.💀

The brutal bot can't be bargained with. He can't be reasoned with. He doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. The prisoner's pleas for even a teensy bit of mercy ould fall on deaf ears as Metal brutally slaughters them. Bribery won't help them either . All the diamonds and pearls in the world won't convince him to spare their worthless lives. As a matter of fact he laughs at their futile pleas for mercy.😍

If he's feelin nasty or if eggy orders it he toys with them and hits them where it really hurts. Meanwhile Eggman is enjoying the view and records the screams😈🤖🥚

YEESSS. Eggman usually keeps Metal in an idle state when he isn't using him but I like to think that when he has special plans where he may be useful, he keeps him active for longer specifically to get his violent and aggressive urges up, so he'll be especially bloodthirsty and ready to kill his targets extra brutally at command. One of those times can be when Eggman has been keeping a bunch of prisoners that will have to die if they don't do as they're told. Metal is one of his absolute favorite ways to have them dealt with when he wants it to be especially horrific.

He could use the mere mention of Metal bringing them their punishment if they don't behave as a way to threaten them in itself, as it would certainly scare anyone into doing whatever he wants the best they can to desperately avoid that. But I think Eggman would enjoy keeping it a secret sometimes and just warning that "something terrible" will happen to them if they displease him, almost like he wants some of them to dare to try it or slip up, just to surprise them with Metal and watch him tear them limb from limb (and that is exactly what his sadistic side wants to see lol)

It makes the reveal even scarier when they're about to be dropped into a room with clear walls and Eggman announces that Metal Sonic wants to play with them. They look inside and they notice his red eyes glowing from the shadows, sharp claws glimmering where the low light hits the metal, ready to strike at the word. Wouldn't be surprising if they already succumbed to a heart attack before Eggman even gives Metal the go because just the sight and the realization of inevitable doom would be fucking terrifying XD

Eggman could ask if they'd rather be dropped into a freezing cold water tank of various robot fish and aquatic creatures with razor sharp teeth to chomp them up or face Metal Sonic and they'd choose the former if they have any idea what he's capable of. But regardless Eggman will just say "too bad, you're going to meet Metal!" and specifically give them what they fear most so they have the worst final moments. He's even more excited knowing they'd take another horrific form of death over it because of how scary Metal is, it's even worse than being fish food!

Eggman always gets disturbingly excited about it, having his cameras set up to capture the scene perfectly and sounding giddy with glee when he orders for Metal to take action. Sometimes he'll order that the second he says go, Metal goes for it and attacks and kills as fast as he can. He'll count down and when Metal gets the go, he immediately lunges at them and starts slashing away. He likes to see how fast he can tear them up and before he can blink they're eviscerated! It's a truly gruesome sight but the more violent it is, the more excited Eggman is!

But when he's especially pissed off with the prisoner or is even just feeling extra cruel and wants it purely for some entertainment, he can ask Metal to go slower and drag it out. He's used to being fast so it takes some restraint on Metal's part but with his obedience to Eggman's guidance, he can also play with the victim for a little while. Roughing them up and torturing them with slow inflicted pain while Eggman praises him and eggs him on and teases the poor victim, all while they're completely helpless and are forced to face and accept their drawn out agony and demise.

Then Eggman will give Metal frighteningly violent orders on how to toy with them and where to hit them, and do everything it takes to break them and make it as horrific, agonizing, and long drawn out to his complete satisfaction. He'll get Metal to deliver powerful painful slashes and blows to their victim but make sure that they stay conscious for as long as planned, torturous and slow so they don't black out from shock to see how long they last. Being torn to shreds immediately in seconds is a terrible way to go but it'll make them wish it happened to them instead of this!

It's impossible to convince either of them to let them go or even just go a bit easier on them and show the tiniest amount of mercy. It just makes Eggman even more excited and makes him want to mock them harder. And he programmed Metal to see it as an invitation to be extra brutal on them and to see it as a reminder of how pathetic, weak, and worthless they are and that they deserve this punishment just for that. Nothing they say or do will convince them otherwise! No matter how much they beg, no matter what promises they try to make, it's far too late.

In these moments Eggman and Metal are in sync, as cruel, heartless, and sadistic with a total lack of remorse. Instead they feel a thrill, they get carried away with the violence and how bad it will get, unrestrained and brutal. The only difference is their demeanor as Metal's gaze is cold and empty as a silent killer machine, though he's definitely laughing inside hehe. Eggman's grin is wild and sadistic, he's disturbingly silly and joyful and playful, and bursts into maniacal laughter at the messed up show for his twisted entertainment as he lounges and watches.

Eggman has a blast watching and hearing their screams, he finds it so exciting and amusing and yells "atta boy!" and praises and cheers for Metal like he's watching a fucked up game or sport, or an extremely unfair fighting match where only one opponent has the ability to fight and is merciless on his inferior opponent, or a thrilling movie as he may bring out Poppin' Eggcorn to eat to go with it, or watching a live piranha feeding where they're stripped to the bone. He loves recording the gruesome sight and telling him to make sure he does it in clear view of the cameras!

Eggman is so proud of his boy that he can he get carried away watching the footage back with glee and making a highlight reel of the most brutal moments that he forgets he still hasn't had Metal cleaned off and he's standing next to him all bloodied up and only realizes just before he can pet his metal head and ruin his gloves. He has to give him a good power wash after that with his special cleaning machine and then give him a reward of being polished by hand, scrubbing him until he can admire the reflection of his handsome face on his polished metal perfectly lol

Another great way for them to do some quality father and son bonding. I adore them 🥰🥚🤖💜

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #metal SONic #eggdad #headcanons #violence #my post #killing #eggdaddy and metal SONic #asks

[pinkfadespirit]

Hello! For DADWC “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “…i have been trying to do that for three years now.” from the 'idiots in love' prompt post for Fenris x Hawke. Also I laughed in glee when I saw that prompt for this pairing hehehe

Thank you for the prompt! I've been sent this one about five times now lol. Most of them were for Handers but I kind of liked the idea of Marian being the one trying to flirt. I haven't written about her in ages so it was fun to try and get back into her head. @highwayphantoms also suggested Fenhawke for this prompt.

Warning for mentions of blood and violence. Marian is my red reaver Hawke so that's basically a warning in itself lol.

for @dadrunkwriting

The moment the last enemy falls is always a jarring moment for Hawke. When she looks around, focusing through the blood pounding in her head and the red haze that clouds her vision, narrowing it to a single point that is just whoever it is she needs to kill, and suddenly she finds that everyone who falls into that category now lies dead at her feet it takes a moment. Her friends have learned to let her have it. Breathing hard, she waits for her heart rate to slow and for the pain to feel like pain and not just the force that drives her onwards as she cuts down yet another slaver. She finds this process has been taking longer lately. 

Tonight, it's a voice, calling her name that cuts through the pounding in her head. She looks up and finds herself staring into brilliant green eyes, a face as splattered with blood as her own must be. Fenris never looks more appealing to her as he does immediately after a fight. He approaches, cautious but unafraid. He has no reason to fear her. Even during those moments when she's lost in the blood frenzy, she would know him. 

"Are you well," he asks and she nods, coming back to herself, feeling the damp air of the caverns on the Wounded Coast fill her lungs and the wait of the sword in her hands. She returns the blade to the holster on her back and flexes her fingers, relaxing her stance. 

"I'm well. You?"

Fenris nods. "Though I will feel better once I have washed away some of this blood." 

He shakes out his hands and red drips from the spiked tips of his gauntlets. She hadn't been aware enough to watch Fenris during the fight but she can just picture him with his hand inside the chest of one of those slavers and ripping it free with their heart still clutched in his fist. She's still caught up enough in the rush of the fight that the thought of it fills her with a strange sort of hunger she only ever gets around Fenris. It's enough that she finds herself taking an involuntary step towards him. The words, "Why? It looks good on you," are out of her mouth before she's even thought them through. 

Fenris raises an eyebrow. The small smirk he sends her way does nothing to rid her of the feeling. She wants him. Has wanted him for so long now. Moments like this she doesn't know why she works so hard to hold it back. 

"Careful," says Fenris dryly, "it almost sounds as though you are flirting with me."

The words are sarcastic, as though the idea is that absurd. As though he really, somehow, doesn't know.

"I have been trying to do that for three years now," Hawke tells him in  a moment of completely unplanned honesty. 

He had been looking away, still distracted by the blood on his gauntlets but now he looks up, momentarily surprised. When he recovers, he smirks again. "Truly, Hawke? Then you are worse at this than I thought."

His voice is teasing but it hits wrong. Suddenly she feels very aware of where they are, what they have just been doing, how she must look. She remembers that he's right, she really is bad at this. She could not have picked a worse time to bluntly admit what she has only ever danced around until now.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," she mutters and turns to go, feeling stupid.

"Hawke," Fenris calls after her, and in the same moment, she feels one of those gauntlets close around her own. She stops and stares at it in surprise. He drops her wrist, as though he too, had not expected his own boldness. Hesitantly, she looks up to meet his eyes. "I did not mean to imply it was unwelcome."

#dadrunkwriting #fenhawke #fenris x hawke #fenris #marian hawke #dragon age 2

[unholybinchicken]

Buckle up buddy, I got some numbers for that glee character ask for her blorboness Santana Lopez:

1, 3, 8, 9, 13, 31, 32, 33, 44 and 45

(Feel free to pick a selection lmao)

ok mate here we go I'm doing all of them ...

1 - the boob job tbh. it felt like another case of the writers trying to shame their cast, and for what? sue sylvester to make constant boob jokes? in my mind, the maribel lopez we meet in 3x22 would not let her sixteen year old child get a boob job (and neither would her abuela) just for shits and giggles. (i think she was doing something else over the summer she didn't want people, i.e. quinn, to know about, so they can still fight ... there's a fic coming soon). i also tend to take what she says to carl in britney/brittany with a grain of salt because her dad's occupation neither adds nor takes away from her character, so he's a plumber in all my fics.

3 - here are some really random ones lol: - she met Brittany as a small child - she has sleep paralysis - she hates balloons being popped around her and having water splashed on her face (unless she does it herself ... the water, not the balloons) - she has a phobia of mayonnaise - she did do ballet classes but those were because she was really hyperactive (her dad was the one constantly having to pick her up from school) - she used to have a crush on Lisa Leslie (well ... at the time she didn't know it was a crush) but she went through a Seattle Storm phase because they had Lauren Jackson and Sue Bird (tall blonde power forward and short - by comparison - brunette point guard) - hummelberry both have bikes as their method of transport in new york but santana has a skateboard she may or may not have stolen from a cousin because her abuela once told her that a girl in her neighbourhood got abducted when she was on her bike and santana has never been able to get the image out of her head - she used to wear white sneakers in middle school so she could draw on them - someone told her once that she has a relaxing speaking voice so she had a secret ASMR channel that was just in spanish where she titles the videos 'words of affirmation from my abuela' and it's just her lighting a bunch of candles, doing household tasks and talking about all the shit she needs to go to therapy for (some of the new directions find it and are ... concerned) - she has never eaten mcdonalds in her life - I headcanon her as Catholic (culturally Catholic, religiously agnostic) and she chose St Vitus as her confirmation saint name because St Vitus is the patron saint of dancing because her best friend/love of her life is an amazing dancer) - I've mentioned my thoughts on her having ADHD a lot, but I think Snixx is her when she's off her meds - she was the first out of her friends to finish BOTW. also she and Brittany went as Mipha and Urbosa for Halloween that year. - she makes everyone laugh at WSS rehearsals by doing impersonations of her relatives; also canonically she has a photographic memory (like seriously how TF did she memorise funny girl so well that doesn't get talked about enough) so she's the first one off-book and it drives her absolutely crazy when everyone has to pause because someone (usually Puck) doesn't know their line

8 - so I have a few. - I've made it a point to not shorten her name in any of my fics. I've never done it, even in my really old fics that have since been deleted. (and there's no way in hell her religious abuela would allow the name "Diabla" to appear anywhere near her birth certificate god damnit) - she's not a slytherin (i mean fuck the transphobic lady and her book series but santana lopez is not a slytherin and her lovely mother is most definitely not one of the wizard yazis), she's either a hufflepuff or a gryffindor. - also I guess this is unpopular but I think she actually does live in lima heights and it's got a reputation but it's mostly just a quirky neighbourhood. (stand by for the inevitable "santana returns to lima heights as an adult only to discover it's been taken over by annoying bearded hipsters" fic in 2030).

9 - i don't know if it was an actual set moment, i was always like "okay Quinn's cheerleader friends, you're cute" from day 1 (mostly because when I first started watching, I found Rachel really really annoying ... I was 15 and went to an all-girls private school on scholarship so actually at the beginning I was all about Quinn) but Santana turning into a blubbering mess over the loss of tanning privileges was like 🥺 "yep, cries over seemingly innocuous things? i can relate". over time, I was discovering my own queerness at the same time she was so yeah ... I guess that's the blorbo origin story lol

13 - are we talking in canon or headcanon? canonically it's break up with brittany over an "energy exchange" with creepy virginia wolff library girl. then there's a ton of other dumb things she's done in canon but in headcanon there's just too many things to count since she's a bit of a space cadet and that's why we love her.

31 - her tumblr is an absolute chaotic mess, there's no theme to the media she likes, she just likes completely random shit with no explanations. also she has definitely written lesbian kristy thomas from the babysitters club meta.

32 - brittany; even when she's having a shit day, brittany can always make her smile. (also when she's having a shit day, lord tubbington makes biscuits on her)

33 - literally everything and everyone, she's a sad smol baby with so many feelings she doesn't know what to do with so they just come pouring out of her eyes and we love her for it. (kurt once walked in on her having a cry in the loft because quinn made fun of her for not knowing a math question ... when they were 10) (also alcohol)

44 - her wedding ❤️

45 - Santana is 10000% Bardi Gang (but also she stans Paula Abdul and lowkey stans Madonna, which makes sense, given that Madonna pashed Britney and all...)

#cheery-space-lizz #glee asks #santana lopez #ask thingy #character ask

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Glee Rewatch: Throwdown

Lowkey not a huge fan of the first chunk of eps bc wow, not much Kurt. This will be short.

Love Kurtcedes in this scene, and I love their little handshake thing they do. 

Kurt dissing showtunes, prob to support Mercedes. And omg, i forget how terrible Rachel is to Mercedes, esp this first season. I feel like kurt is the only reason they can eventually tolerate each other. Sorta the bridge lol.

“Gay kid” omg Kurt like ‘is that me? Maybe it could be someone else? How did she know??’

Also, love how Santana is the only one Sue calls by name. She doesn’t even know the jocks bc let’s be real, cheerleading has nothing to do with football.

Wow, Will gone and Kurt is suddenly way more active in the choir room numbers...

I did spot that single ladies hand wave at the start lol. Chris has mentioned he’s not really a dancer, so prob since that was the main dance he really learned, it’s just his go to for freestyling lol. 

He also mentioned how uncomfortable this sweater is and very fair. I do love Mercedes/Amber’s little laugh when he does the chair move.

Ugh and then Will is all ‘they’re singing about hate so we’ll sing about love’ like dude, what are you even saying??

I love this scene so much. They sing live, which is fun and you cna just see them being friends, hanging out. Ugh the main group was so great, the newbies s4 just did not have this bond.

Love how this group could be so chill but also hate each other, like that’s where the drama’s at. The sheer chaos of the back and forth... so insane.

Just sitting back, watching the drama unfold...

Will calling Sue a terrible teacher.... bc he has any leg to stand on. Makes sense it took so long for ND to win Nationals bc oof Will is just... so bad at teaching.

And then after that is the infamous “you’re all minorities... you’re in the glee club” line.... oof

Next up... Mash Up

#glee rewatch #glee #Kurt Hummel #Glee Season 1 #glee throwdown

[imagine--if]

Hey! I'd love an imagine with Dano!Riddler and the reader being kind of crazy and his partner in crime? Maybe like he's liverstreaming or something and the riddler completely shows her off 😍 Love your writing btwwwww

A/N: Uhh YES?!!?!? And thank youuu 💕 I've just finished watching The Batman again in the cinema and my mum was like "He's kinda ugly..." So I was whisper-shouting in absolute FURY for like 20 mins because??? You're not DeEp EnOuGh to get it mumma 😂😂 ALSO!!! Have you gone on the Riddler's website? It's an actual thing aaasahfa, I legit SCREAMED lol I've got an ask for the reader who meets the riddler through it and imma do it ASAP 😆🤩 send in more requests!!!

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman spoilers? Kickass partners in crime 😏

Words: 754

The view count slid up higher by the minute as the infamous Riddler of Gotham entertained his audience, with his everchanging loud and soft tones, rambling words and conversation that they drunk up, watching as the man in the mask presented his latest victim with glee.

You're there too, of course. You know all about the Riddler, about Edward Nashton and his obsessions with puzzles and clues and enigmas. He's insane, and to be quite honest, you might be too, for loving him just as much as he loves you. For you, Gotham has always been a gloomy, grey place, and livening it up is the most fun you've had in your life. Being with Edward is... well, how can you even describe it?

He's a proud boyfriend, one hundred percent. Because you know full well how to handle yourself, not to mention other people, with a few kicks and swings of a bat. It always earns you a lustful, adoring look from Eddie in his Riddler suit, who is determined to show you and everyone else exactly who you are. Both of you.

He's entirely yours, and you're his.

"And- and there she is!" A familiar voice says to his laptop, the screen mirroring his figure, the chat on the left and view count and controls to the right. Comments flooded in excitedly as you entered the apartment, glancing at the trembling victim who gave you pleading, desperate eyes, his words smothered by silvery duct tape. You scoffed lightly with a raised, amused brow, walking straight past them.

"Now, to all of you who don't know," he continues, beckoning you over and engulfing you in a hug from behind, so that the two of you are still facing the screen, "this is the true queen of Gotham. This is a goddess- my goddess-"

"Stop," you try to interrupt him with a roll of your eyes and a slight laugh, heat rising to your cheeks, but he shakes his head, running his gloved fingers through your hair and using his other hand to trail gently down your side.

"No, no, no, I can't stop," he insists, "I need everyone to see exactly who we are. Who you are. And I'll show you all something else."

He picks up his laptop then, taking your hand and leaving the victim in the main room with a warning glare and a nod to the cameras watching them. He pushes open a side door, and you can't help smiling, taking in the polaroids, the little trinkets, the Post-its hanging by string from the ceiling.

"This is a shrine of sorts," he explains to his viewers, who take in the sight in amazement. "This is her room. No, no, not the bedroom, her room."

The Riddler's not wrong. The photographs that cover most of the wall space are mainly of you: some with him, others by yourself, random shots and posed shots. The gaps left on the walls were spray-painted with your name. Trinkets being small items you'd left behind when you first started dating and hadn't properly moved in together, and he kept every one of them as if they were jewels... when they're actually just hairbands and necklaces and other things you'd found in the past. Post-its with green hearts and white question marks, with your name being the answer to each riddle scribbled down and hung up. Most are just your name written again and again, crossworded with his name, as well as words like 'beauty' and 'angel'.

He's obsessed, but it's not just an obsession, like that of his puzzles. He's well and truly in love. And he can't get enough of the feeling.

"I've been working on it for a while," he tells his viewers, and your fingers trace the stray hairbands and thin chains you forgot about that are held in miniature chests and small glass boxes. "It's coming together nicely, don't you think?"

You don't have the words, though you've seen the room a few times before. He brushes a thumb across your cheek, seemingly forgetting about the live stream, before your gaze shifts to the screen, and the enthusiastic comments.

- power couple!!

- crazy couple and i LOVE it

- we're still here lmaooo

"You'll be seeing us again," the Riddler concludes, "very soon."

He ends the stream, and you gently tug the mask off, revealing the smirking face of Eddie, looking at you in the usual awe and adoration.

"I think this shrine could use more polaroids, don't you?"

#edward nigma #batman 2022 #dano!riddler #paul dano riddler #dc universe #paul dano #robert pattinson #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #rob pattinson #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #eddie nygma #ed nygma #ed nigma #the riddler x reader #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler smut #riddler x you #riddler #the riddler smut #riddler 2022 #rataalada #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler imagine #dano!riddler fluff #dano riddler #dano nation

[iheartlexihoward]

vulnerable (pt 5 ; the party) // fez

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: it's the first time you've seen fezco since that night, and things feel different. very different.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: fez x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* cws: alcohol, drugs, physical abuse mention, maddy being a no1 friend but possibly missing the mark a lawt

this is part 5 of this series! find part one here / masterlist

as i mentioned in the a/n of the previous part, 4 & 5 were actually all supposed to be the same chapter but i thought it was a lil too much going on so i preferred the format of splitting them ! i didn't want to keep anyone waiting for too long tho so here u go <3 the split is legit just for my personal configuration preferences LOL. i hope u are all still enjoying so far, and lmk ur thoughts <3

just to reiterate, my requests are also open for blurbs or anythin if anyone is interested :-)

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That evening, all the girls had crowded round into Maddy’s room to get ready and pregame a little. As you took a couple of shots, swiped gloss over your lips, and slipped into the outfit you’d spent a millennia choosing back home, you only had one thing on your mind.

You tried not to show how preoccupied you were, not wanting a repeat of earlier. You’d sang along to the songs on the way there, joined in on the laughter and conversations. And when you finally arrived, it took everything in you not to waltz your way out back where you knew he’d be.

Instead, you’d shown restraint. You’d poured a drink with Cassie, lounging on the couch talking to her and Lex until a tipsy Maddy tottered over. She grabbed you by the hand and pulled you up to dance, wrapping her hands around your neck as you both swayed and laughed.

“Spin me!” Maddy had to shout to be heard, glee evident in her tone and unabashed smile. You obliged, grinning at your friend’s antics. When she pulled away from you to twirl under your outstretched arm, you immediately saw him. It was just for a split second, and he was across the room, but you’d know that boy anywhere.

And he was looking right at you.

You smoldered under his gaze, Maddy once again blocking him from your line of vision but the feeling of being watched by him so fucking intense. You were hyper-aware of every move you made, whether it be a swing of the hips, bringing your drink up to your mouth, leaning forward to talk.

When the song ended, you couldn’t take it anymore. Prizing yourself from the girl’s arms, you made your way over to the counter where the liquor lay out and began to mix yourself a fresh drink. As you poured the alcohol, someone came and leaned on the surface to your left. Unable to stop yourself from immediately smiling knowingly, you looked up.

“Hi.” You blinked softly as you spoke.

Subconsciously, Fez returned the gesture, slowly fluttering his eyes. “Hey.”

“How you been?” The mixers were all lined up on a shelf just a little too high for you to comfortably reach. As you stretched to try and grab one, he didn’t even give you chance before turning around and getting it for you, fingers brushing against yours as he handed the bottle over. You thanked him and plucked his joint from him coquettishly, letting it rest between your lips as you used both hands to pour.

“Shit…” When you were done making your drink and had taken a couple of drags, you gave it back. “Better now I seen you, ma. A lot better.”

You turned around to join him in leaning up against the counter, moving slightly closer. Your arms were crossed as you took a sip of your drink, watching the crowd together. Maddy was still dancing (as she could usually be found), only now she’d roped Cassie into being her partner. The two girls moved to the heavy beat, Maddy insistent on putting on a show, weaving around her friend with grace despite the many drinks she’d taken back throughout the evening. You hadn’t drank like usual this particular night. You were definitely buzzed, but when the other girls were taking four, five shots back at Maddy’s, you were insistent on just sticking to a couple. You didn’t want to be too far gone, knowing that night was going to be the first time you saw Fez again.

“What ‘bout you? You been good?”

Your arms uncrossed and your right hand rested on the counter, edging closer to where his was leaning. Fez looked down upon feeling the eventual whisper of contact, your pinky stroking across the back of his hand before wrapping around his. “Better now I’ve seen you.”

As you both looked up, your gaze met. God, you wanted to kiss him, and in that moment it became increasingly difficult to give a single shit about your friends seeing. All you’d thought about the whole week was his lips, your bodies moving against one another, the way he’d pulled you into his lap with so much passion and desperation.

“M’ I gonna getchu to myself tonight?” He put the joint to his lips between a thumb and forefinger.

You smiled and squeezed his pinky. “You always do.”

Fezco looked down shyly, then moved his hand to encompass yours. His larger one slotted perfectly over, warm and consoling. Like home.

“See you later, Fez.” Touching his arm, you pulled away from the kitchen counter and started to make your way back out to your friends, shooting him one last look. “I’ll find you.”

Maddy near immediately collared you when she saw you walking across the dance floor, just trying to quietly make your way back to Lexi. Her arms were thrown around you and a firm kiss planted on your cheek — your hair stuck to the transfer of gloss, you shaking your head to try and free it.

“Where did you go?” she whined, comically spluttering when you accidentally whacked her in the face with your hair.

“Oh my God, sorry.” Giggling, you gestured behind you. “I was literally there. I was getting a drink.”

She gave you a look you couldn’t quite place — somewhere between disbelief and amusement. And then as soon as it appeared, it was gone. Maddy’s arms shifted from around your shoulders, her hand grabbing yours as she rocked back on her heels. “Come to the bathroom, I gotta pee.”

You allowed her to drag you through the hallway, scooting amongst the various people talking and making out against the walls. The nearest washroom was right down at the end, Maddy having to break into a trot around halfway there.

When you reached your destination, you took the initiative of closing and locking the door (not that Maddy would have been able to do it anyway, already tugging her underwear down her thighs and waddling quickly towards the toilet). You sipped at your drink slowly, averting your eyes as she finished up and went to go wash her hands.

“You gotta go?” she asked, turning round to grab a hand towel. You could, you guessed, earlier beverages starting to weigh on you a little. Setting your cup down on the side, you sat down as Maddy watched your face.

“Um… dude,” you chuckled nervously. “You gonna stand and watch me pee for weird sexual reasons, or…?”

“Oh my God, no.” She laughed, looking away. “I’m just… trying to figure you out right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bitch, have you seen how weird you’ve been acting recently?” The girl waved an immaculately manicured hand in your direction as you flushed and made your way over to the sink. “Like, I don’t know… just spacey. Different. And really fucking secretive. Like, for a while now.”

“I hadn’t noticed anything.” Your hands lathered, you rinsed them under the warm tap and picked up the towel Maddy had slung to the side.

“Well, we all have!”

“What, you’ve been talking about me?” You weren’t actually mad and you wanted her to know that — but you had to admit, the idea of your closest friends gossiping behind your back didn’t make you feel great.

“Yes! Not like that. Out of concern.”

You scoffed and picked your drink back up, touching her wrist. “Maddy, none of you need to be concerned about me. There’s nothing, I promise. Let’s go dance.”

You tried to tug her away, but she was steadfast. She looked at you for a moment tenderly, empathy clear on her face, like she was trying to reach something inside you. “If you’re seeing someone, we’ll all be so happy for you. Whoever that person is.”

Oh shit. You froze, opening your mouth to speak but nothing coming out. Did she…? Maddy continued, squeezing at your hand.

“It just makes me sad that you don’t feel like you can tell me things.” It almost looked like her eyes were beginning to water, but she blinked and it was gone. Not much could make Maddy ruin her makeup when the night was barely beginning. “I love you. If someone is making you happy, who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks? And you know I would never judge you. I don’t give a shit about any of that. Do you think any of the girls do?”

Okay. Gears were turning in your head. She could have been talking about you and Fezco, and she’d acted weird when you said you were in the kitchen earlier. It was very possible she’d seen something, or put two and two together from previous occurrences. But, it also sounded a lot like…

“Like, literally none of us would care. I promise.” Maddy dragged you in for a tight hug, and you hazily returned it, not exactly knowing what was going on. She pulled away and smiled, mouthing a ‘love you’. Your brain couldn’t compute a reply before she entwined her hand in yours, leading you back out the door and into the overpowering atmosphere of the main room.

So… either Maddy knew everything, or she thought you were gay.

Not that you cared if she did; and anyway, it only made you love her more how sweetly she’d handled the situation. You understood why she could come to that conclusion. Hell, if someone you knew was constantly hiding their phone screen, sneaking out to meet mystery ‘friends’, and had seemingly lost all interest in the opposite sex, you might even think the same. It meant a lot to you that she was worried you were in turmoil, and had wanted to privately talk to you about it. All of this sinking in, you realized that she probably was under the impression yours and Fez’s relationship was akin to his and Rue’s — close, yet deeply platonic. God, if she knew.

It had been around an hour or so when you decided to go and hunt for Fez again. Maddy hadn’t brought up the odd conversation once; in fact, she’d acted like it hadn’t even happened at all. You decided the best course of action was just to try and brush it off. You’d neither confirmed nor denied a single thing, whatever she was actually pertaining to. You hadn’t even said anything back to her. Either way, it seemed good enough for her just knowing she’d said her piece, given you her full support. People didn’t always give her enough credit. While her choices as a girlfriend were sometimes questionable, as you grew closer you’d come to realize she was one of the best friends anyone could have.

You’d slipped your bag onto your shoulder and rifled through for your phone, checking to see if you’d received anything. It was little disheartening when there was nothing, but nonetheless you made your way through the sliding glass doors and out to the pool area. Hayley was a girl in Cassie’s grade, and to say her parents were affluent would have been an understatement. The outside area was massive, with a large poolside patio. Past that was an even bigger lawn area, surrounded by foliage.

There were plenty of areas set up for guests to lounge around in, smoking and drinking. Outside furniture at parties was always a Fezco-magnet, and you often found yourself loitering around there waiting for him to turn up.

It was a little difficult to see in the dimly lit area, and there were quite a few people around. But after a quick scan of the crowd, you spotted him. He was seated away from everyone, slouching on an outdoor sofa with a foot up on the low table in front.

“Since when do you drink Bud?” you teased, trudging up to him and flicking the bottle as you took a seat.

Fez automatically tilted his beer up to look at the label, then broke into a toothy grin. “Uh… I’on know. Today?”

You sidled closer to him slightly, tucking your left leg underneath you and leaning on the back frame of the sofa. “What you been up to tonight?”

“Shit, jus’ chillin’.” It didn’t take a detective to figure out he was extremely high, dragging his words out and pausing before every answer. You always found it cute, the way his eyes drooped and his movement became slow. “Watched you dancin’ a little bit. Enjoyed that.”

Laying your head in the crook of your elbow, you flushed and giggled like a preteen. “That’s really embarrassing for me, Fez.”

“Nah, nah. Girl, you looked fuckin’ good… too fuckin’ good, like… Goddamn.”

You pulled at the arm of the colorful sweater he had on, playing with the fabric between your fingers. Fez moved his arm to rest the beer on your bare leg, a gesture sending goosebumps through you for reasons other than the cold bottle. Stroking the index finger curled around it before poking at the tip with your own, you looked down at his hands. You’d always liked them — they were pretty. Strong. Fezco met your playful gesture, toying with your pointer finger back.

“You been busy?” You looked up at him. He contemplated your words for a while before answering, looking off at the house, up into the stars.

“Nah, man.”

Pausing in anticipation, you leant forward subconsciously. “That’s it? Just, ‘nah’?”

Fez licked his lips then took a sip of his beer, gently making sure your hand was out of the way before he moved. He rested his drink in the same place on your thigh when he was done. “Nah, I ain’t come here to do that shit.”

“Then… why are you here?” Ouch. That had sounded much harsher than you meant it. You scrambled to cover yourself. “Fuck, that came out so wrong, I’m sorry. You know what I mean. Usually you, like, only come to these things to make money.”

He brought his gaze up to your face, eyes raking over your features, sparkling in the far-away lights of the party. “That ain’t the only reason.”

His stare felt like it was burning a hole through your skin, but you held fast. Your voice was velvet when it came out of your mouth. “What else?”

“Shit…” Fez smiled tenderly and turned away, leaning back on the couch. “Don’t make me say it.”

He’d come that night for you. That’s why he was sitting out back on his own, sipping on a beer he didn’t want and smoking himself into another dimension. Fezco had come to a random party where he knew no-one, didn’t like any of the music played, and wasn’t selling a thing. Just to see you.

It had gotten to the point where he always did. The usual money was a bonus.

Silently, you slipped your hand into the hem of his sleeve to graze your fingernails over his wrist. It reminded him of that night, when you’d given it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t realize until you became closer, when you started feeling comfortable enough to provide him with these small affirmations, how much he adored being touched. It was something he avoided at all costs for years, every bit of contact making him want to scrub himself clean. It reminded him of his childhood. Of being hit.

But then you came along, and you were so soft, so gentle; he couldn’t help but melt. The first few times, he knew he’d flinched away a little, and was worried it would deter you. It didn’t, luckily for him, and over time the anxious feeling whenever he felt your touch began to dwindle. The night he came over was the first time he’d felt brave enough to reach out first.

“Listen…” Fezco’s head was leaning against the back of the sofa as he turned to face you. “Even if I wanted to… I ain’t got shit right now.”

“…What do you mean?” You circled your fingers over his skin, working in tandem.

“I jus’… don’t really got shit. I got fuckin’ raided. Lil’ while ago.”

“You got raided? The fuck, Fez, why didn’t you tell me?”

Fez looked down and rubbed at the side of his head, sucking his teeth. “Shit, girl… you got better things to do than worry ‘bout me.”

He was half-joking, but his voice held such an air of sadness it pained you. You shifted closer, so that your left leg was resting on top of his.

“Do you think I don’t worry about you anyway? Whatever you do or don’t tell me, I worry. I worry because I care about you.”

Swallowing thickly, he studied your hand moving steadily under his sleeve and plucked the beer from himself. His wrist moved upwards, allowing him to capture your digits with his newly freed ones. He fluttered his eyes closed, taking a deep breath.

“I had to do some bad shit as of late… you understand?” he began, voice low. “Shit I think might be sendin’ me straight to fuckin’ hell. ’N’ I don’t think imma good person anymore.”

“You are a good person. Always. The best.” You brought your free hand up to rest on his forearm. “Fez, what did you do?”

“I can’t tell you. ‘Cuz if I tell you… you might never look at me the same. And I can’t fuckin’ deal with that.”

“Nothing could change how I see you. You can tell me.”

He just shook his head slightly and tried to form a response, mumbling out something resembling, ‘jus’ can’t’. Your thumb swiped across his arm and you squeezed his hand ever so slightly.

“It’s okay. It’s what I always say… you don’t have to tell me anything. But I’m here. Always. And I care about you more than fucking life, Fez.”

Nodding slowly, he looked at you so sincerely you wanted to cry. He was in one of his moments where he was struggling to vocalize how he felt, but you knew what he was saying. Me too. Care ‘bout you more than anything.

A quiet moment was shared, you leaning in to bump your head against his, noticing a fallen eyelash on his cheek. Murmuring out a, ‘wait stay still’, you gently picked it off and held it out in front of his lips, a glint in your eye and smile tugging at the edges of your mouth. “Make a wish.”

Fez paused. “That you’ll come home wit’ me, baby.”

He blew.

#euphoria #fez #fezco #fezco x reader #fez x reader #fez fic #fezco fanfic #fez imagine #euphoria imagine #fez fluff #fez smut #fez angst #euphoria season 2 #fez blurb #fez x y/n

[thereaderinsertlady]

oooh do you think you could write a bill cipher x reader nsfw fic during weirdmageddon where the reader is kidnapped and bill decides to coerce them into sex because he’s bored and it’s kinda forced 😳 bc reader is hella shy but secretly very into it. i feel like it’d be a super interesting prompt also bc of that one scene where he transforms and grows like eight legs and three tongues hehehe

I most certainly can write something like that! >:D Though, I may have taken it in a different direction than what you were expecting... I apologize for taking so long on this ask— since you didn't include a gender, I had to make it gender-neutral, and they can be a bit... tricky to write in smut lol. How can you write about the naughty when you can't use the naughty-bits? And, since I try to write asks in order, I was stuck on this one for a while... (Not to mention I haven't written Bill in... forever :0; ). Though, this ask was very good practice for me, and I'm glad you submitted it!! Also, this ask (and the other Bill asks as well— I see you in my inbox!) have inspired me a little. Would you, or anyone else be interested in a Bill Cipher x Reader multi-chapter fic? If so, then let me know if I should write it! Anywho, here's the link for this request on ao3. Enjoy!

Bill Cipher x Reader - You've Ruined It! (Smut)

The first thing you felt when your conscious returned was the cuffs on your wrists and ankles. They weren’t made of metal, no, but when you moved your leg, you could easily hear the rattling of chains. While the cuffs weren’t made of metal, they still were able to chafe your skin, much to your displeasure.

The second thing you noticed was the cloth over your eyes. You were blind folded. The cloth felt silky soft, and you tried to shimmy it off by moving your head, but to no avail.  

The third thing you noticed was how quiet it was. There wasn’t a single sound in the room you were in, other than your own breathing and movements. You furrowed your brow, and paused, seeing if you could hear any other sounds at all, but... you weren’t able to hear anything. It was... a little unsettling, but you tried your very best to ignore it. You... sighed, and settled back a little on the bed, trying to get comfortable... before grunting loudly, noticing that the blanket underneath you felt oddly close to the skin on your back.

“Am I naked?” You said out loud.

“Why yes, you most certainly are!”  

You squeaked, and immediately tried to close your legs— but the chains kept you from doing that. As you struggled, the demon-god-creature-thing laughed at your expense, sounding like he was near the foot of the bed.

“W-Were you watching me th-this entire time?!” You said, your voice cracking a few times.

Even though you were blindfolded, you could practically feel his sick glee from where you were. “Oh scared, are we? How cute,” he cooed, and you flinched when you felt him poke your leg. “And yes, I was watching you.”

“You won’t get away with this, you… you monster! My friends will come save me any moment now!” You hissed while pulling at your chains some more.

“D’aww, don’t be like that! Your pal Bill here just wants to have a little… fun, with you!” He laughed, now fully resting his hand on your shin.

You… cringed, and slowly stopped struggling. “Fun?” You repeated slowly.

“Yes, fun! You humans like having fun, don’tcha?”

You gulped nervously, and... felt your face warm up. Instead of fighting back, you decided to go along with it. “I-It... um... depends, I guess...?”

Bill Cipher leaned closer to you, and you inhaled sharply, trying to keep calm. Oddly enough, he smelled like sulfur and brimstone. “Depends? Depends on what?”

“It... depends on... your definition of fun,” you said timidly, face heating up further.

Bill... laughed in your face. “My definition of fun? Well, I have plenty of definitions! Though, in this scenario, I have a particular... definition in mind. You humans have genitalia, right?”

You sputtered at the question, feeling your heart leap to your throat. “I... guess?”

He cackled, and rested his hand on your knee now. “Good! Or else I’d have to tear you a hole, and I know you humans are big babies about pain!” He must’ve noticed that you had gone pale, because he patted your knee in fake comfort. “Oh, but you’re so lucky that you do have something between your legs! You should be thankful of your genetics, really.”

You... bit your bottom lip. “S-So... you’re not going to tear me open?”

“I don’t make promises, kid, only deals! C’mon, you should really know this by now!”  

You winced, and felt his hand move further up your leg, settling on your inner thigh. You tried to move your leg away, but he held it there tightly, silently warning you not to struggle. The air began to feel colder, which made you shiver.

“I’ll make you feel good,” the demon-creature purred, rubbing your thigh. “Really, you should be thankful that I’m being so nice to you right now! Hell, you should even be honored! I don’t do this with every human I meet, ya know.”

“Just... don’t hurt me,” you said quietly.

Bill Cipher... giggled in response, rubbing further and further up your naked thigh. “And what if I do hurt you, hm? What will you do then? Scream, perhaps? Cry a little?”

You knew he was toying with you, but all you could focus on was his hand. As he traveled closer and closer to your crotch, you felt something curl and twist deep inside of you. “I’ll...” You bit your bottom lip harshly when he rubbed right next to your crotch, feeling your face become hotter.

“You’ll what?” He teased, settling his body between your legs. You felt his two pointy bottom sides poke into your skin, and at that point you realized he had shrunk himself down into a manageable size.

“I...” You exhaled deeply when he settled his hand on the curve of your ass. “Mmh...”

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t ya?” Bill Cipher laughed.

“N-No,” you said quickly, and— and moaned when he full on groped your bare crotch.  

“Seems to me that someone’s lying!” He said in a sing-song tone. “I hope you know that I don’t like liars.”

You whimpered, feeling your nipples harden due to the cold air... and certainly not because of anything else, either. Bill hummed curiously, and you had a feeling that he was looking towards your chest.  

Your suspicions were confirmed when he reached up and pinched your nipples, eliciting a yelp out of you. A tremble wracked your bones at the sudden sensation, and— and you whined when he rolled both your nipples between his fingers.  

“Sensitive?” He teased, and in that moment, you were infinitely grateful he was in a playful mood rather than a murderous one. However, you also knew that his mood could change with a flip of a dime, so you still had to be careful. You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a needy moan. A hot blush of embarrassment went across your face. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he giggled, continuing his actions.  

The demon-god-creature kept playing with your nipples for a long while, pinching and or lightly pulling at the nipple itself, as well as the areola surrounding it. You highly doubt any regular human was this interested in nipples...

…You squirmed around uncomfortably as time went on, and— you hissed in pain when he squeezed your hip roughly, digging his fingers into your flesh. "Stop struggling," he told you sternly, all playfulness gone from his voice. “Do you want to lose a leg? Because this is how you lose one.”

“N-No sir,” you said, before hurriedly adding— “I mean, meant, uh— I mean I-I don’t want to lose a leg! I’ll stop str-struggling.”

Bill Cipher paused, and your heart pounded out of your chest, thinking that he accidentally took what you said the wrong way, but he... sighed, patting your hip.  

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, relieved. He went back towards your chest, but didn’t touch your nipples as much this time around, now rubbing his hands up and down your sides and around your chest.  

After a while longer, one of his hands settled on top of your heart, and your pulse quickened.  

“...So, quick question— do humans die when their hearts come out of their chest?”

“Pl-Please don’t rip my heart out!” You squeaked, becoming a little pale at that.

Bill Cipher huffed, and if you weren’t blindfolded, you’d probably see him rolling his eye. “I’ll rip it out if ya don’t answer my question!”

You gulped before speaking, “Well um... yes, we... humans... will die if you do that.”

...The demon-god then pouted, to your surprise. “But I’ll put it right back once I’m done with it!”

“We’ll still die from blood loss!” You said a bit urgently, really hoping he wouldn’t reach inside you and remove your heart. “I’d rather you rearrange my guts than do that!”

“Oh really?” Bill Cipher said gleefully before you could take your words back, leaning in close to your face. Even if you couldn’t see, you could still feel his presence due to how close he was. “Is that so?”

Heat radiated from your face, and you scrambled to find a way to justify what you just said. “No! I, uh, didn’t mean it like that!”

Bill giggled like a school girl talking with her crush, and poked your chest. “Don’t lie to me! Liars get their hearts removed!”

“I-I’m not lying!” You said quickly.

“Well, lying or not, I suppose I’ll be doing that to you anyways,” the demon-god mulled, now rubbing your sides.  

You swallowed heavily, about to respond, but you felt something... wet, drop onto your forehead. It was a droplet of some... substance, but... “Hey, um... Do you mind me asking something?”

“I suppose not,” Bill hummed, tracing a triangle on your skin with his finger.  

“Uh...” You... paused, feeling a bit... timid. “So, I don’t know how to ask this, but... What’s above me?”

“Oh those? Well, they’re my tentacles! Not that you can see them, anyways.”

“Your...” You breathed in and out quickly. “Your...”

Bill Cipher huffed, and lightly groped your hips. “Oh, don’t be scared of them! You humans are always scared of everything!”

You bit your bottom lip to stop a moan from coming out, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he groped and rubbed your upper body some more. Have those tentacles been there the entire time?!

“...Hey human, open your mouth, will you?” He said out of the blue.

“Wh-What do you— Mh!” A slimy tentacle shoved its way into your mouth, and your eyes widened from behind the blindfold.  

He laughed loudly at your expense, and let the tentacle explore your mouth. You inhaled and exhaled rapidly through your nose, feeling extremely tense. Still, you remembered his warnings, and tried your best not to struggle while the tentacle moved. The tentacle brushed against your teeth, and— and you lightly gagged when it went a little too far down your throat.

“Whoopsies! My bad,” the demon-god said, not sounding very sorry at all.

Just as you were getting used to the tentacle squirming in your mouth, Bill decides to pull a curve ball on you and pressed the tip of the tentacle against your asshole. You gasped, and a hot blush erupted across your face as you pulled against your chains.  

Bill Cipher growled, and though you still couldn’t see, you felt him grow in size. The tentacle in your mouth grew as well, and your jaw ached terribly. “What did I JUST say about STRUGGLING?!” You tensed at the sudden change in his mood, and couldn’t help but squirm some more. The air smelled heavily of sulfur and brimstone. “Such a DISOBEDIENT little human! I should slice off your legs, and… and… did you just cum?” He said, his voice mixed between shock and amazement.

Your face ignited into a fiery blush as you finished, releasing fluid onto the silky blanked beneath you.  

“Aw, you— you did not just do that. There’s no way you could’ve cummed from my voice alone! I… I didn’t even do anything to ya yet! Sure, I touched you, and yelled at you, but… there’s just no way!” Bill Cipher proclaimed while shrinking down in size. He took the tentacle out of your mouth, huffing. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, kid?”

You panted loudly, and… gave him a dopey giggle in response, still coming down from your high.

Bill Cipher groaned. “Urgh, now I feel so… violated! You’re sick kid, ya know that? Sick! I was gonna do this whooole thing, and make you scream or whatever, but… urgh! You’ve completely ruined that for me! I would’ve killed anyone else if they did this to me, but... uuuurgh. You know what? You get to sit in silence for twenty minutes while I go torture your friends!”

Bill Cipher snapped his fingers without another word, and... you assumed that he teleported away, leaving you by yourself to think about what happened.  

#bill cipher #reader insert #bill cipher x reader #gravity falls #smut! #tentacles

[livingonfanficseyra]

I decided to write down everything that struck me after watching the trailer because I can't control my excitement!!! Sorry in advance! 😅

1. Shondaland and CVD is trying to kill us with beautiful people (Simone, Jonny, Charithra.........) and magnificent sets!! Look at this place!!

2. Violet Bridgerton trapping Anthony the first chance she got! "This is the season the viscount intends to find a wife!" Anthony's reaction is epic! 😆😆😆

3. This scene of Anthony and Mary! (I love Mary) 😍

4. Anthony' reaction to meeting Kate for the first time?! (I think)

5. Bridgertons welcoming the Sharmas to their home!! An excited Violet, holding the baby and Anthony looking on calculatingly, at the back.

6. Anthony and Benedict discussing about Anthony's intention to find a bride with his 'head' and *painful pause* not his 'heart!' Right!

Benedict!! 😍😍😍

7. Also, The sister........."The sister!" 😆

8. "Newton is an excellent judge of character!"

*Newton barks*

"Oh!! See??" SAVAGE KATE!!

9. My most favorite scene from the trailer and if I am not wrong from the season!! Kate shutting the door on Anthony's face!! The expression on his face is priceless!

10. PALL MALL!!

"It's a poor player who plays the game and a wise one who plays the opponent!"

Also, the banter between them is most likely driving the siblings mad! Lol!

11. Kate and Eddie's conversation and let's not talk about the red mark on Kate!! 🤫

12. Holding hands without gloves!! Scandalous!! Then as if it couldn't get any better, Anthony falls in the lake (Newton may/ may not have been a catalyst for that)!! 😂

13. "THE FALL" needs to be elaborated because there's so much happening!

Edwina admiring dripping Anthony and Kate lecturing her on propriety.

Kate turning her head towards Anthony in a wet, white shirt and blatantly running her eyes over him! Uh-oh!

Edwina watching Kate checking Anthony out and thinking "hypocrite much, Katie?"!!

Honorable mention: Ton's shocked reactions(nothing shocking there) while Colin laughs out loud in glee like a true bro! Also, Penelope's giggles were fun!

Part 2

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[1kook]

commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7 

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan.  warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart. 

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least. 

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Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Ask the pack! This is a 2 parter I guess lol

Dose the order at which everyone joined the pack effect anything? Like to me Hyunjin, Changbin and OC should have a very very solid relationship… same with Minho and Han. Was it difficult for anyone to just mesh right in or did everyone feel like missing puzzle pieces?

Also did anyone want to peruse someone and someone else was against it? What is the processing of joining/ being invited to the pack like?

"Yeah, so-" Changbin rubs at the back of his neck, his lips pulling into a slight grimace. "-there were definitely some hiccups along the way."

"That's putting it lightly." You laugh good naturedly.

"Minho-hyung hated your guts for awhile, hyung." Hyunjin points out casually, and Changbin rolls his eyes.

"Minho-hyung hates everyone at first."

"Still do." Minho replies flatly, inspecting his nails, the chipped crimson polish Hyunjin had applied a few days ago already flaking.

"It's not easy joining a pack that's already been established." You go on, ignoring Minho's pointed satire, even as he hides a smirk behind his teeth. "I don't know if I would call what Hyunjin and Changbin had formed a 'pack' perse? Not in the beginning at least, but it was still intimidating to try to find where I fit in their dynamic."

"You mean they were fuck buddies. Idiot fuck buddies who didn't realize they liked each other." Seungmin chimes in now, wicked glee in the depths of his dark eyes. He glances between Hyunjin and Changbin smugly. "It's okay, hyungs, we can't all be pretty and smart."

Hyunjin punches his shoulder.

"It can be scary." Felix nods, looking thoughtful. "I was terrified to meet you all after Minho-hyung mentioned Changbin, but there's also something instinctual-deep inside-that immediately felt like I was in the right place after you all had accepted me."

"Biology." Seungmin says now, having escaped Hyunjin's hold. "Wolves crave companionship and pack dynamics. That's what you were feeling, the call had been answered."

"As far as who joined when and how that affected relationships-" Changbin says with a shrug. "I dunno. We just all kinda merged together and it felt like we'd known each other forever, the time differences didn't matter."

"For awhile though-" You point out, glancing at the other alpha, and then to Jisung, who sits beside him. "-Minho was incredibly protective over Jisungie, even after we'd all become involved. And I think a lot of that had to do with their already previously formed relationship with each other."

"And my shitty past." Jisung shrugs and nods in agreement.

"I think we were all kind of on board pursuing everyone as we met them?" Hyunjin muses, his voice serious. "It's not like we held a vote or anything about any of it, but we all just kind of felt when someone was supposed to be part of the pack?"

"Okay, not true." Jisung interrupts, and Hyunjin shoots him a glare. "I can think of two instances where not all of us agreed on pursuing and courting someone and letting them in."

"Ah, yeah." Seungmin nods now in agreement with the other beta. "Noona hated Chan-hyung for awhile, even though Changbin-hyung was adamant she give him a chance."

"Okay, first off, I've said this before, and I'll say it again, I didn't hate him." You immediately protest glancing at the head alpha, but there's only open amusement on his pretty features.

"You hated him." Jisung quips back with a wicked smirk and finality in his tone.

You sigh heavily, and Chan reaches out to pat your thigh sympathetically.

"And the other?" Jeongin looks curious, and sometimes, you forget he was the last to join the pack, missing some of the early days drama of finding out just how all of you fit together.

"The second was surprisingly Felix." You respond, and the omega looks sufficiently apologetic as you grin at him.

"Sorry guys."

"Don't apologize." Minho snaps, cuffing him playfully on the ear before pulling him into a hug.

"Hyunjin was head over heels the moment they met-which now, makes sense-but Changbin was definitely not as taken so quickly."

"In my defense-" Changbin holds up a finger, giving Felix an apologetic look of his own. "Minho tried to force him on me, and that left a sour taste in my mouth. And then when he immediately suggested Felix be the one to help you through your rut when we got snowed in, well, my alpha didn't take it well."

"Hmmm. Interesting." You muse, biting back a grin now. "Wonder what it feels like to have someone force someone else on you, hm, Binnie?"

You bat your eyes innocently at the other alpha.

Chan laughs, and Changbin glares.

"Okay, okay. Point taken."

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[calaofnoldor]

Driving My Baby

Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)

Words: 2,183 (i can’t drabble)

Summary: Dean doesn’t know about your mad skills behind the wheel, but it turns out there’s nothing hotter than seeing his baby driving his Baby.

Warnings: implied smut, language, fluff, dean’s bow legs, references to the fast and furious franchise

A/N: was originally gonna post a slightly angsty 2-part dean fic next, but decided against it in light off recent events lol. there’s really no plot or substance here, just some light floof. (and yes, the title is a reference to the song ‘you’re having my baby’)

MASTERLIST

The roar of Baby’s engine rumbled to a halt as Dean glanced over at you, “Alright, so you gonna sit tight while I go scope this place out?”

You sent him a close-lipped smile, trying your best to repress the excitement bubbling within you. “Mhm!” you concurred with a bouncy nod, pausing to sneak a quick peek at his shapely behind when he stepped out of the car, “I’ll try and see if I can get a hold of that morgue guy again.”

Walking over to the passenger side, Dean bent down to kiss you through the open window. “Mmkay, I’ll be back soon,” he mumbled against your lips, before turning to commence his search for the potential vamp hideout you suspected was in the vicinity.

“Oh wait! Dean!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yeah?”

“The keys?”

Dean looked down at his pocket where the Impala’s keys were safely nestled and then back up at you with raised brows.

“You’re not gonna leave me in here like a dog, are you?” There was a subtle hint of amusement in your voice, but also a challenging edge, as well as a slight pout which you added for good measure. You knew he could never really say ‘no’ to you.

And as expected, Dean returned to deposit the keys into your waiting hands. You gave him a wide smile in return, “Thank you! Love you!”

Your boyfriend narrowed his glimmering green eyes at you, imparting one last suspicious glimpse in your direction as he grumbled somewhat warily, “Love you too,” and then finally sauntered off for good.

Biting your lip, you watched with bated breath as his figure grew smaller in the rear-view mirror. Normally, you would have enjoyed the exquisite vision of what you often dubbed his ‘sexy ass bow-legged swagger’, but this time, it was when Dean was no longer in sight that a devilish grin broke out across your face.

But really, who could blame you? You’d been a car enthusiast all your life, and classic cars were your weakness. “It’s just you and me now, Baby.” Your fingers glided along the dashboard.

With Sam on the bench due to a broken ankle (courtesy of the werewolf from your last hunt), you and Dean had driven out to Piedmont to take care of this vampire case on your own. So now after two years with the Winchesters, you finally had a chance to explore the front seat of Dean’s Baby, his pride and joy, the glorious, refurbished 1967 Chevy Impala.

When you’d joined forces with the brothers, it was readily agreed upon that you would be better off riding together in the sleek American muscle car, so you ditched your stolen, rusty 2003 Honda Accord and never looked back. Since there was a giant moose to accommodate, you were naturally relegated to the back seat, and rightfully so, but boy, did you miss the thrill of being in the driver’s seat.

You were always a bit of a demon behind the wheel, and it’d been ages since you’d gotten the chance to flex your driving skills. Back when you and Dean first got together, he promised you joyrides (and other recreational activities) in Baby, but the hunting life never seemed to let you get it on.

Sliding across the bench seat, your lungs released a contented sigh as you wrapped your hands around the leather-bound steering wheel. Dean’s bowlegs, however sexy, were not the same length as yours, so you pulled the lever beneath the seat to adjust its position to your liking. Perfect.

You took your time getting to know the ins and outs at the helm of the Impala, though it seemed like none at all had passed when you suddenly heard Dean’s deep voice cry out.

“Y/N!” Your eyes shot up to the rear-view mirror to find an image of the older Winchester running towards the car. “We gotta go!”

Well that’s strange, you thought. Dean never ran – not unless someone, or more often something, was chasing him… Oh shit. Had he somehow woken the vampires? But the sun was still thriving; how much could they retaliate out in the open at this point during the day?

“We gotta get outta here! Now!”

Dean’s voice was much closer now and if you’d learned anything from your experiences hunting with the Winchesters, it was to never doubt your boyfriend’s commands. He was a seasoned pro and possessed instincts like you’d never seen. It’s a good thing you’ve also got some of your own.

Plunging Baby’s key into the ignition, you started the car without hesitation, allowing yourself only a second to relish in the thunderous purr of the engine below you and the incomparable feeling of glee that always sprouted in your chest whenever you were sat at the wheel of a powerful, capable vehicle. Indeed, the adrenaline was already rearing.

As Dean approached the car, you quickly reached over to open the passenger side door for him. “Get in the car!”

“You- Wha-“ Dean stumbled for a split second, so accustomed to taking the driver’s seat. “Y/N, they’re awake and they’ve got bikes – a bunch of Harleys!” he continued to explain, as if that would get you to move out of his designated spot.

“OK, so hurry up!” you yelled again.

Seeing no better option, Dean hastily climbed into the car. Just as he got in, your ears picked up the unmistakable resounding growl of revving motorcycle engines. From the sound of it, they couldn’t be too far off. So when Dean slammed the door shut, your foot came down fast and heavy against Baby’s gas pedal, propelling you forward with an aggressive lurch before you whizzed off, burning rubber and leaving nothing but flying leaves and dust in your wake.

“Jesus!” Dean bellowed; his eyes had grown to about twice their usual size.

You paid him no attention though, too busy reveling in the delightful buzz that vibrated through your body starting from your fingers and toes, where you could feel every unit of Baby’s intoxicating horsepower, and travelling up your limbs until the exhilaration settled deep within your very core.

Stealing a glance at the rear-view mirror, you caught sight of the monster-driven motorcade advancing considerably, so you decided to take the next available turn as an attempt to throw them off. Things were getting truly exciting now.

“Vamps on bikes? Really?! And covered in leather?” you huffed mirthfully with a shake of your head.

But it was Dean’s turn to ignore you. He was clutching at his door tightly, as if afraid your driving might somehow hurl him out of it. In fact, when you took the first corner without warning, Dean just about fell over.

“Woah! Slow down, Toretto!” he shouted in alarm, looking over at you as if you’d grown a second head.

Seeing you’d managed to surprise the vampires with your unexpected maneuver however, a loaded smirk was your only reply.

It took you about twenty minutes to get the vamps off your tail, during which time Dean managed to recover from his initial shock and began instead to absorb your radiant form. The look of exuberance on your face and the utter determination in your bright eyes, mixed with the mischievous tug of your lips, and combined with the all-around liberated and euphoric aura that surrounded you was sexy as hell, not to mention your sheer competence. All of it astounded him and caused his blood to flow to places he could not have foreseen.

You seemed to be completely at one with his esteemed Baby, handling her with perfect control and aptitude, and all the while enjoying yourself so very much. It was something Dean never knew you were capable of, but more so, it was something he never knew he needed.

Dean had always loved how much you loved and appreciated his car, but this made him feel like he was seeing you in a new light; it made him feel like he was falling for you all over again. That devilish glint in your normally kind and virtuous eyes, your ever jubilant and fervent love for life after enduring so much pain and grief, the way you never ceased to amaze and surprise him – it was all gloriously heady and irresistibly addictive. His teeth couldn’t help but pull at his lower lip, emerald eyes glazing over with lust and adoration as he stared over at you in the driver’s seat.

So when you ultimately pulled into an empty clearing, not wanting to lead the vamps straight back to your motel room, Dean was at a loss for words.

“So, a bloodsucking motorcycle gang, huh? Can’t say I’ve seen that before,” you speculated in a cheery, nonchalant tone, feeling perfectly satisfied after your little stunt driving escapade.

Dean, on the other hand, appeared not unlike a fish out of water with his furrowed brows and pouty lips which appeared undecided as to whether they should remain open or closed.

“That was… I just- You-… I don’t even know…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling the short strands forward roughly, “What just happened?”

You sent him a small, innocent shrug, rather amused at his adorably stuttery response.

“You never told me you could drive like that.”

“You never asked,” you replied truthfully.

“Fuck, Y/N. That was… so… incredibly…”

What? Your curiosity was killing you. Dean’s opinion always mattered to you and at the moment, you could read a myriad of emotions upon his face. He looked stunned and confused, perhaps a bit frightened, but at the same time awed and impressed, and maybe even – were you reading that right? – slightly… aroused?

Dean lowered his voice to answer your unspoken question, “Hot,” he finished emphatically.

You heaved a breathy laugh, “Yeah?”

“Fuck yes! Baby, that was incredible. The way you handled Baby like a fucking pro, the little faces you made when you were living for the thrill of the chase. The skill, the speed, the Tokyo drifting, all of it. Goddamn, you are so sexy when you’re driving my Baby like that.”

“Well that’s a coincidence ‘cause I also happen to find you amazingly sexy when you’re behind this wheel,” you joked lightly, “In fact, I think seeing you drive this car might’ve been part of the reason I fell in love with you.”

“And I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” came Dean’s suave response.

You giggled a bit, but soon sobered when you saw his gorgeous eyes cloud over with wanton desire. One minute you were dwelling in the heavily charged sexual tension that seemed to consume the entire car, watching his gaze wander down to your lips while yours did the same, and in the next your mouths met ferociously as your bodies swooped forwards simultaneously, crashing together in the center of Baby’s front seat.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way around Dean’s ridiculously broad shoulders and up to his thick neck. When you were forced to come up for air, his lips began to work their way down to your collar bone. “Mmm, god Dean.”

“Seriously baby, that was such a turn on,” he rambled across your skin, “I didn’t even know driving could be so hot.”

Your laughter was really more just an exhalation of air. “Are we finally gonna do it? Are we gonna christen Baby now, thanks to your newfound kink?” you whispered salaciously, your brain already presenting obscene images of the two of you re-enacting something akin to the infamous Titanic scene.

Dean paused for a moment, allowing you to rip off his outer layers with relish before he brought his large hands up to cup your cheeks. “See I wouldn’t call it ‘newfound’,” he started, dazzling forest orbs boring into your soul, “Cause I’m pretty sure it only turns me on when it’s you behind the wheel, and I’ve always had a kink for you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, unable to keep the smile off your face, “You are such a smooth fucker sometimes, Dean Winchester.” And with that, your lips and bodies collided yet again. His strong hands held you impossibly close while yours ran joyously across his expansive chest before travelling down to find the zipper of his jeans.

“Ungh, wait a sec,” you pulled back a little with knitted brows, a playfully incredulous tone taking over your voice, “Did you call me Dominic Toretto earlier?”

“Well, yeah. You were driving like a madman!” Dean exclaimed candidly.

You smirked, “So does that make you Letty Ortiz?”

“Sweetheart, I will gladly be the Letty to your Dom anytime you want… I still can’t believe you just took me on a high-speed car chase, that was fucking awesome! Just wait ‘til Sam hears about this one!”

Laughing as you pulled him back in, you shut him up with your tongue as it invaded his mouth, pausing only to smile against his luscious lips, “Mmm, well maybe he doesn’t have to hear about this next part?”

A/N #2: thank you so much for reading, feedback always appreciated! oh and here’s a look at some new stuff at lexicolor.redbubble.com :)

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[hurting-fictional-people]

Betrayal Story - Part 6

Hii look at what I finally finished! sorry for taking so long to post this guys, I don't even have an explanation lol... I have something else already half written for the boys so hopefully I won't take so long to update the story again 🙃 anyways, I hope y'all like it <3

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CW: forced sedation, manhandling, drugged whumpee, needle mention, aftermath of branding/burning

Part 1 here, continued from here

-

Liam can’t move. Every time he does, his arms do too and the mere brush of burned skin against pristine bandages is enough to get him on the verge of tears.

The room he’s kept in is too barren, too small to provide any kind of distraction from the constant pulse of pain – too much and never abating. No one listens or cares when he begs for medication, for anything to ease the agony. The doctor comes in to see him, give him antibiotics and check if there’s no infection, but barely looks at Liam when he whimpers under gloved hands.

The first time he takes a glance at the twisted skin underneath the wound dressing, a breathy, hysterical laugh slips out, quickly followed by a silent gasp as Chase’s initials weigh on his arms. He was always his, in the end, wasn’t he? Even after being betrayed and stabbed and kidnapped, he could never get the agent off his mind. Now he’ll be on Liam’s body as well.

It takes all of his willpower not to rip the dressings off once the doctor and nurses leave, just to stare at the hideous thing his arms are now.

But in the silent room, with nothing to do but think and despair, Liam can’t stop looking at the bandages.

He doesn’t know how long he spends staring at it – at the white itchy gauze, and the burns that hurt underneath it. At the C and the R he knows are forever burned on his skin. Like fucking cattle, marked with his owner’s name. Like the stupid boy who thought he could give his heart away to the beautiful, mysterious man that smiled at him. If nothing else, it is a good reminder of how big of a fool Liam is. If he lives long enough for it to be useful, that is. If Jonah doesn’t decide he’s had enough of Liam soon.

Horror floods him at the thought, and when his heart speeds up, Liam can’t hold it any longer. He pulls off the bandages in one swift movement, holding his breath when a wave of fire licks his arms. It doesn’t stop him from ripping out the second bandage though.

His hands tremble on his lap as Liam stares at the skin above his wrists, red with blood and raw skin disfigured into letters. It looks just as ugly as it feels.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear drips on his thigh. And then another and one more, until he’s openly sobbing, chest heaving and stomach twisting.

Lost in tears and the sight of burned skin that sinks into his heart and burns everything there too, Liam only realizes there are people in the room when a hand grabs his forearm.

“What did you do? I just bandaged that,” the nurse complains.

This time, this one time, he moves. Liam yanks his arm away from their grasp and stumbles out of the bed, away from the nurse that stares at him with wide eyes and a startled frown.

“D-d-don’t touch me,” he hisses, holding his hands as close to his chest as he can, and hissing again when sore skin rubs against his shirt. “Stay the fuck away!”

But instead of moving back or so much as talking to him, the nurse calls for the guards and starts walking in his direction.

Liam takes a step backward and presses his back against the wall, wild eyes searching for an escape, a weapon, anything, but salvation is nowhere near. “Please, don’t. Leave me alone.”

When the guards open the door and enter the room, Liam slides to the ground, as small as he can make himself, elbows on his knees, arms protecting his head.

“Get off!” he screams when hands grab at him, and thrashes in the hold. His foot connects with soft flesh, his knee with someone’s chin, but there are too many men. Too many hands for too little strength, no matter how desperately Liam fights.

They drag him through the floor as Liam writhes with every last bit of stamina he has, panic driving him to fight like he wishes he could every time he’s hurt.

A different kind of pain blooms as he squirms uselessly in unforgiving grips – one deeper, familiar, warmer. Liam still doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, he reopened the stab wound,” someone shouts over the cacophony of pain and panicked struggling. “Hold him down, now!”

Liam is pushed to the floor, and when someone squeezes both his arms to keep him there, right over the exposed burns, the world turns red, and a scream tears its way out of his throat.

“No, no, no, get off!” he sobs, kicking out even when a needle sinks into his arm. “n-n-nggh off, get, get o-off,” he tries again, but the world is already slipping through his fingers. He kicks out and thrashes as best as he can, but it isn’t enough. There are stronger bodies over him and the movement is barely there at all.

As much as Liam tries to keep his eyes open, they weigh too heavy, the drugs stronger than he is.

What isn’t?

Liam’s body relaxes against his will, slumps under harsh hands and angry stares, and all he can do is whimper when they drag his limp body to the bed.

-

Chase moves through life like a ghost, only a shell of helplessness and worry, and for the first time, his team notices. He hasn’t slept in days, not with Liam’s face twisted in agony ready to wake him up each time he closes his eyes. Has barely eaten, no appetite left when all he can think about is the boy he loves being hurt on his account.

How can he be free when Liam is locked up? How can he be the one who isn’t hurting when he is the only one who ever deserved it?

“Come on, I know that there’s something wrong,” Zoey says, crossing her arms.

If he could simply flee, he would, but with the hacker standing right in front of him, Chase knows it isn’t worth it. Even if he did leave, she wouldn’t stop trying to get the truth out of him. So Chase sighs and looks down at the blond woman who looks ready to commit murder.

“We all know it. You look like shit. What’s going on?”

It takes all of his strength to plaster a smirk on his lips and lean against the wall with a casual tilt of his head. “You guys worry too much. I’m fine, Zo. Probably could do with a little more sleep, but who couldn’t?”

As convincing as he hopes he sounds, Zoey doesn’t seem at all impressed by his acting. If anything, her frown deepens. “I know you, Chase. And you know me, so you know you can trust me. You look even worse than you did after that mission with the newspaper boy.”

Newspaper boy. If that was all Liam meant for him, maybe Chase’s heart wouldn’t be this tattered.

“Zoey. I am okay, I p– I promise.”

I never lied to you, he had said to Liam as he bled out in Chase’s arms. I betrayed you, yes, but not once did I lie. Stay alive and I’ll prove it to you.

But that was just another lie, wasn’t it? Liam is as alive as ever, and all Chase’s done is cause him more pain than any of them ever imagined possible. All he’s proven is his failure to keep Liam safe.

What is another lie when he’s already filled with them? Maybe that’s all he was always meant to be, all he will ever be – a betrayer. A traitor. A liar.

With a casual shrug that makes his stomach twist, Chase sidesteps his teammate. Before he can move farther away though, she grabs his arm and pulls him back.

“You are good at lying, but I can see the way your eyes have gone dull. I’m not going to force you to say it, but when you get tired of pretending to be fine, I’ll be here. Okay?” When Chase doesn’t answer, she takes a deep breath and nods. Zoey leaves him standing there, feeling dirty and raw, something stirring inside his chest and begging him to tell her everything.

Chase opens his mouth, the truth one breath away, and takes a step towards Zoey’s back. And then his phone buzzes, and reality comes crashing back as he looks at the screen and she disappears down the corridor.

Wanna see him?

It’s the first message he’s gotten from Jonah in days, and Chase holds his breath and freezes for a second at the words.

He’s rushing to his car even before his mind has caught up with his legs.

He’s standing in front of Jonah’s building in a matter of minutes, heart racing but mind weirdly quiet. Static silence, fear building up.

Jonah waits for him in the lobby this time, leaning against the open door of the elevator with a smile on his lips.

“Chase! Long time no see.”

“Where is he?”

“Straight to the point, huh. Boring as ever,” Jonah rolls his eyes. “I was feeling generous today, thought you might want to say hello. I’m not sure our dear boy will answer you, but you can try for yourself I guess.”

“What the fuck did you do?” Chase hisses as Jonah nods for him to get inside and presses the button.

“Nothing bad. He was just fussing about the pain, so my nurses gave him have a little something to relax.”

Chase steps into the elevator, two guards close behind, and fears he’ll shatter his jaw from how hard he’s clenching it.

“He also doesn’t really like his new… adornments, I don’t think. Ripped the bandages earlier today, wet the whole bed with tears.”

Jonah’s voice is light as he says it, the tone one would use to talk about something meaningless, something that doesn’t make Chase sink his nails into his palms and hold his breath. The man’s eyes are the telltale, shining with dark glee, and Chase can see the way Jonah follows his every movement like a predator, reveling at the little cracks in his unruffled façade.

“So when I offered him something to calm down, he didn’t even think before accepting,” he continues.

The doors slide open before any of them can say anything else. A small mercy.

The walk to Liam’s room is as quick as it is infinite. They stop in front of the door so incredibly soon, yet so painfully late.

“Be nice to him, I think he’s going through a phase,” Jonah chuckles as he nods for one of his men to unlock the door. “And don’t forget that this is your fault, dear.”

He barely realizes he’s entered the room until the lock clicks behind him. And then Chase’s eyes find Liam, and the world stops on its tracks, just like it always does when they are in the same room together.

He’s lying on his back, arms open and hands hanging off the bed, bandages covering the skin from Liam’s elbows to his wrists. His eyes are open, but unfocused, slow blinks that lead to nowhere even when Chase takes the first step towards him. His chest rises and falls slowly, rhythmically, a shallow blow of air through parted lips, and despite everything, Chase is happy that Liam isn’t in pain.

It is only when he stops beside the bed that Liam’s head lolls on the pillow, a sunflower looking for the sun even though no real light can reach him here. Still, he looks, and half-lidded eyes roam around the room before finally stopping on Chase’s face.

“Hey,” Chase says, curling one hand into a fist while the other clutches the edge of the bed.

“Mmgh,” Liam slurs with a shuddering breath and a crease on his forehead before trying again. “I, mm, I’m not, n-uh not feeling… well.”

“How can I help?” Chase’s voice is hoarse and low, pained, but Liam hears it. He hears it and he whimpers, shaking his head no.

Make it stop, his mouth forms, but doesn’t voice.

I can’t, Chase wants to scream, I’d give anything to make it all stop but I can’t. Instead, he softens his voice and tries to smile. “What if I do something to distract you? I… I was told you are under some strong drugs.”

Green eyes blink at him, and Chase is happy there are only the two of them in the room. He might actually lose it and punch Jonah square in the face if the man was here.

“How about I tell you a story? You’ve always liked them.”

Liam swallows, eyes darting around the room again, and even though Chase knows he isn’t listening, not really, he sits on the edge of the bed and starts talking.

“It’s about a boy who thought he could change the world, but instead changed the person who was sent to stop him.”

“Sou-sounds like a shit story,” Liam mumbles.

“Depends on how you look at it. Or who’s the one telling it, I guess.”

There’s a pause, and Liam sighs softly before talking again.

“Are you… are, are you really… here?”

The words slam into his chest, shattering anything left in there, and though Chase holds himself firmly still and keeps his face carefully free from anything but tenderness, something collapses inside of him. Maybe it’s his heart. It feels like it, and he wants to cry, to grab Liam and leave, but he can’t, and Liam strains to focus on his eyes, so Chase smiles like there isn’t burning agony rippling through him.

“Do you want me to be?”

“I, I don’t, I don’t know.” It is only a murmur, but Chase knows he’ll hear its echo in his nightmares for a long time – the uncertainty, the fear, the sadness. The helplessness.

I’m here. I would be here forever if I could.

But the words are only that – words. He can’t be here forever, nor erase all the pain he’s caused and continues to cause. So Chase picks up the pieces of his heart and pretends it doesn’t hurt to smirk and brush Liam’s hair away from his forehead like he used to do so long ago.

If he can’t take Liam away from this nightmare, the least he can do is pretend it is a dream.

“Then you should stop dreaming about me.”

“Ca-can’t,” Liam frowns, staring at the hand Chase just touched him with. “Will, will you leave? Again?”

“Only if you want me to.”

Liam looks up again, and something is missing in those eyes. A spark of life that was still there the last time they saw each other, but isn’t now. As Chase searches for the hope he always loved in the depths of Liam’s gaze, what he finds instead is sadness.

“Don’t go,” Liam breathes. “I, I, my h-head, it it it feels weird, Chase.”

“I know, love,” Chase says calmly, nothing of the wild desperation that rages inside of him seeping through the words. Not when Liam is this lost, this vulnerable. Not when it is the first time he has called Chase by his name after the betrayal. “It’ll pass.”

“I’m scared,” he murmurs, shifting on the bed. “But, I, I don’t remember… why.”

“You are okay, Liam. I promise. You’ll be okay.”

Liam closes his eyes and shakes his head, and when he speaks, his voice is only a whisper, gone even before he finishes. “I don’t believe you.”

Chase bites on his lip and creases his forehead, but none of it shows when he takes Liam’s hand in his own and gives it a little squeeze.

“I know. That’s okay too.”

But Liam isn’t there anymore to hear it. His body sags on the bed, taken away by the drugs, and Chase is left alone in Liam’s cell, watching the boy he’d kill and die for fall asleep. As he does, all Chase can think about is that he needs to get Liam out of here. Somehow, he needs to get him away, no matter the cost of it.

An hour goes by, and though it is one of the worst hours of Chase’s life, is it the first time he doesn’t feel like a part of his heart is bleeding in days. Not when he can see the bleeding part right in front of him.

He wants to wake Liam up, to hear his voice while he can, before he’s forced to leave again. But there’s peace on his face as he sleeps, and Chase can’t take him back to reality when he looks like he used to, like he could wake up at any moment and kiss Chase with a smile.

And then the door opens, and the memories vanish as Chase reluctantly gets up. As soon as he does though, Liam stirs on the bed, frail hand reaching out and grabbing Chase’s wrist before he can move away.

“You promised me… a… um, a story.”

Liam’s eyes open for a moment before closing again, but he doesn’t let go. Chase shoots one look at the guards waiting by the door and knows that nothing good will happen if he waits. He has to play nice if he wants to get Liam out.

Chase looks down at Liam again, and when he finds half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open, he can’t stop his voice from breaking mid-sentence.

“It’ll have to stay for another time, okay? I’ll see you soon, love.”

Liam’s eyes flutter back closed with a soft sigh. His voice is soft as the tears that sting Chase’s eyes when he speaks. “You al–, you always leave in real life too.”

Chase can’t find an answer before he is dragged out of the room by a firm grip he knows better than to fight. He yanks his arm away as soon as the door locks him and Liam on different sides, and hears the words rattling around his head while he is lead to sit in Jonah’s office to hear what the man wants next. All the way back to his house.

He doesn’t think when he calls Zoey. All he hears is Liam.

All he can see is Liam’s lost gaze, the life fading out of his eyes. All he knows is that if he lets him in Jonah’s claws one more second without doing anything, he might actually, truly, crumble down until he can’t pull himself back up.

He is sitting on his couch, hands over his face and elbows on his knees just like they have been since he got home, when his friend opens the door.

“Oh, Chase,” she breathes as soon as she sees his face and sits beside him. “What happened?”

He doesn’t get to crumble down. Not when it’s Liam the one being hurt. The one branded and tortured and kidnapped and betrayed. Still, when Zoey’s gentle arms wrap around him, he hugs her back.

“It’s Liam,” he says, fighting to get the words out through his heaving breaths, trying to force his mind to put them together long enough for someone else to know it too because he can’t do this on his own. He thought he could, he thought he was enough, but he isn’t and he needs to get Liam out, no matter what, no matter how, he has to, he has to before the light goes out in that beautiful green gaze. “He, I, he’s caught and it’s my fault and I thought I could keep him safe but I can’t and now–“

“Chase, breathe,” she commands, and he answers. It’s all he knows how to do, isn’t it? Answer orders. Look at what happens when he’s left on his own. “Let’s start from the begging.”

So Chase does.

(next)

#whump #whump writing #drug whump #noncon drugging #forced sedation #hostage whump #needle cw #captivity #hostage situation #betrayal story #angst #manhandling #aw look at chase finally doing something :') go on babe stop sitting around and letting your boy be tortured #pity liam is not gonna remember any of this later :) and will continue to think chase left him there :) yeah such a pity :))) #so what do y'all think of zoey? i didn't want to introduce another character because who cares lol but chase really needs the help

[redorich]

It stays in the pit

TW: sparring, weapons, cuts, fighting, hallucinations, minor mention of blood, angst

Hey it’s Split again! Follow me maybe? @split-em I have a lot more oneshots like these coming!

I like attention so maybe drop a like if you enjoy this! It’s about Hermit!Tommy sparring False,, but with a twist!!

This actually has so many words my fingers hurt aaaaaaaaa

Hey uh idk how to do a read more,, maybe if you want you can do that again pleasey? Also I love your hermit Tommy stuff keep up the great work!

(redorich here, thank you for the food lol)

‘It stays in the pit.’

Simple words that mean oh, so much.

When you’re reminded of the horrible memories that come with those words WHILE fighting, they mean so much more.

.

The newest build on hermitcraft is an underground, boxing ring style pit. There are stairs leading into a giant room below ground level with audience benches, a storage room with every different kind of weapon and armour, and a boxing ring in the middle.

When False offered to spar Tommy, she suggested they could do it in the new build that had not yet had its first official match. What made it even better, was that this would be Tommy’s first actual match against False since he first came to the server. She has been training him for months, improving his fighting techniques and strategies. You could say he went under her wing, and now he was ready to spread his own. This was a ‘student duels master’ fight, and the hermits wanted to witness it. They wanted to see how much Tommy had improved.

Though they over exaggerated juuuust slightly, because that sparring suggestion turned into a three (3) round mini tournament, and every single hermit wanted to watch.

Annoyingly bright lights shine down on the otherwise dark, amazingly massive room. The adrenaline in the air is intoxicating; downright addicting. Voices yell loudly, people scream and shout while waving, cameras are out, and Iskall is taking bets by the entrance.

Tommy and False stand across from each other, a confident smirk on each of their faces. The handle of an iron sword is gripped tightly in their hands, and the hermits watching are on the edge of their seats already. Tension mixed with excitement crashes down in waves. It chokes Tommy, but also sends his blood pressure through the roof. He feels like his head is underwater, but he’s walking on clouds. Never in his life has he been so excited yet so scared.

But god, does he want to win.

He exhaled, practically bouncing back and fourth as he waited for the countdown. False’s stare made him break into a cold sweat, but he composed himself. ‘This wouldn’t have been such a big deal if we were alone,’ he thought ‘but this is way more exciting than just fighting on the ground.’

That’s when he heard it.

Tommy looked up. The mayor, Scar, sat higher than any hermit in a chair on a ledge like you’d find in those old time-y theatres. His smile was proud, and he arched with peaked interest. “Holy shit,” Tommy breathed out, glancing back to his opponent “the mayor..”

B-Dub’s voice could be heard shouting with glee. He clearly was just as pumped as the rest of the audience, and you could head the smile in his voice as he counted down through a megaphone.

“Remember, no hard feelings. This is for fun!”

The fighter’s eyes met. False gave him a nod, Tommy looked down at his sword.

“WE ALL GOOD?!”

Tommy was shaking, out of fear or adrenaline he couldn’t tell.

“READY!”

False took in the younger boy, all she could think of was how proud of him she was. Look how far he had came. He went from this quiet and kept to himself boy, to an amazing friend that was full of energy.

“STEADY!”

Impulse looked quite concerned. He didn’t think it would become this big of deal, the sparring offer. But here he sat, chewing on his nails, waiting for what would happen. The rate the energy here made his heart rate increase was higher than any amount of sports drink or red bull could ever manage.

“SET!”

Tommy laughed. He needed to release everything. So he laughed, and felt all his stress melt away. Right now, fight. Right now, focus. Fight like she taught you.

“GO!”

Instantly, the teenager made the first move. No hesitation and certainly no mercy was shown as he swung his sword quick as lightning. It collided with the wood of False’s shield and he was thrown back slightly. False used this to her advantage and advanced on him, slicing horizontally with a small shake of her head.

“FALSE!! GO FALSE!!”

“TOMMY, DODGE!”

Tommy ducked, barely missing the sharp blade, and decided to fake. He stepped forward, jerking the sword forward and waited for False’s shield to come down from it’s position in front of her face before the cold metal cut her shoulder. His next swing was parried, and False managed to make him stumble to the ground as their blades touched and they both pushed with all their might. Cheers rang out, but both fighters knew it wasn’t over.

“WHAT THE-“

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING!”

“COME ON KID, LETS GO!”

He saw her raise her sword in the corner of his eye, and in an instant he rolled to the left. Successfully dodging the attack, Tommy quickly put an arrow in a crossbow and hit her..in the wrong arm. “Shit” he hissed. What would Technoblade think of that stupid mistake? False used the pause to take him by surprise and use her other arm to slash him in the thigh with her newly equipped iron axe.

“GET UP, GET UP!”

“COME ON DUDE, GET UP”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t stand. The boy raised one hand, and False stepped away with a smile. If this was anyone else, Tommy would’ve gotten angry. He would’ve cursed them out or spat on their shoe. But this was False, and he knew that smile was one of genuine happiness.

“THE WINNER OF ROUND ONE (1) IS FALSE!”

Screeches and ‘awws’ were muffled in Tommy’s ears by the sound of his heart. He panted, before a dopey grin found it’s way to his face. False helped the other stand, and Cleo was quick to administer healing potions to both of them. “Never let your guard down.” False advised. He could tell she wasn’t mad, but rather in the mood for a quick lesson.

Once the hermit’s noise had died down and the fighters were back in their corners, all healed to full health and full saturation, round two (2) began.

“READY!”

“I’m gonna beat ya, bitch” he swore in his now usual Tommy fashion. False shook her head and couldn’t bite back the chuckle that escaped her

“STEADY!”

“Stop swearing. And, in your dreams.”

“SET!”

“Lets turn this up then, yeah?”

“GO!”

It was different now, they both turned up the heat. They couldn’t help it, it was so much fun to spar and the hermits’ energy only made them feel better and more excited.

Tommy was first again, sprinting towards the older then jumping high with arms gripping an axe above his head. False held her shield up and ran, blocking his attack.

“OH MY GOD!”

“THIS IS NOTHING LIKE LAST TIME”

He slid back with a smirk and their blades collided again. False started running. Tommy loaded a crossbow and advanced, quickly dashing behind her and shooting her back. False hit the ground hard, but held up as she kicked forward and got back on her feet.

“YES! GO FALSE!”

“COME ON TOMMY, DONT TAKE THAT”

“TAKE HER DOWN!”

They ran together, Tommy swung, she dodged, she swung, he jumped out of the way. False blocked an incoming sword swing, but was shocked when she was jerked forward after a fish hook implanted itself in her shirt.

“WHAT??”

“WAIT WHAT”

He cried out, laughing the loudest he had in a long time, as he pulled False towards him with a fishing rod. He pinned her to the ground with his sword pointed to her neck. His grin spanned ear to ear.

“TOMMY!!! WOO LETS GOO!”

“THAT WAS AMAZING HOLY SHIT”

An uproar was heard, people were standing up and others stared in amazement. They totally forgot that was allowed, it seemed. False didn’t really think to use the fishing rod, she didn’t think Tommy would bother to either. But, Etho insisted on it anyway just in case. Same with the crossbow.

False raised a hand, accepting defeat. Tommy helped her up this time, his sweaty palm and bony fingers holding her hand that had knuckles white from her death grip on her sword. Impulse helped Cleo to pass them towels. The break started, and the two returned to their corners once again.

“TOMMY WINS ROUND 2 (2)!”

Tommy popped the cap off his water bottle and chugged it, gasping for breath. He had no idea how tired he was until now. His bones ached and his body screamed to stop, but he payed it no mind once again. He used the towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Cleo rubbed a healing potion onto his wounds. “You’re doing amazing, that fishing rod trick was awesome.”

“Thanks, Dream taught me it after I saw him use it in a manhunt.”

He stood back up, babbling on about how ‘all the women are going to be cheering me on when I win.’ False rolled her eyes “focus, Tommy. Women can wait.”

“WOMEN ARE IMPORTANT. I WOULD KNOW, IM A LESBIAN. WAIT, NO-“

“FINAL ROUND!!! THIS IS THE FINAL ROUND!”

Grian and Mumbo sat next to one another, the smaller of the two standing up with his hands on the rail in front of him as he cheered. He wanted to cheer for both, but he supposed for the sake of competition he had to pick a side, and decided he would support his newest friend Tommy. “LETS GOO! COME ON,, WOO!! GO TOMMY!!”

“READY!!”

“Tommy, I want you to know, no hard feelings, okay?” False looked at him. It wasn’t with pity, but friendship. Tommy nodded. “No matter what happens, it stays here.”

“STEADY!!!”

“It stays in the pit.” The moustached man mumbled, arms crossed and watching the two with peaked interest.

“What?” Grian questioned, sending a puzzled glance to the other hermit.

“It stays in the pit. Techno said it to me as a joke, he said it was something his friends said when he and Tommy duelled.” He explained, not taking his eyes off the boxing ring in the centre of the practically stadium-sized room.

“Oh..” Grian thought for a moment, before a smile formed on his face once again.

“SET!!!”

“IT STAYS IN THE PIT, TOMMY!!” He cheered, putting his fist in the air. He tried his hardest to make his voice heard, despite sitting a little ways away.

“What?” Tommy’s voice was small, and his eyes widened. His whole being stood still. Who was that? They didn’t..they didn’t just say..?

“IT STAYS IN THE PIT!!”

His eyes darted around the room, and suddenly the underground room seemed a lot smaller.

Tommy had never considered it a ‘pit.’ To him, it was a just a boxing ring that was below ground level slightly. It had no significance. He didn’t care what it was, he was just happy to have somewhere to fight.

But after hearing that, suddenly he was back in that dammed pit with his damned brother and his damned friends watching him

But after hearing that, suddenly False was no longer across from him

It was Technoblade

“GO GO GO!!!”

His iron sword dropped to the ground. “You killed Tubbo.” A look False had never seen before came across Tommy, and she didn’t know what to think. This wasn’t right.

All he could feel was pure rage. It fuelled his actions. The teen basically flew towards False at full speed. “What-“

“YOU KILLED TUBBO!” She was cut off as Tommy pinned her to the floor, “Tommy stop-“

“SHUT UP!” He spat violently, seeing nothing but red. His skinny hands clenched into fists as he threw punch after punch into her face.

“TOMMY!”

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK, GET HIM OFF”

“GET HIM OUT OF THE RING!” Scar ordered, his voice booming out over the crowds shocked gasps

“YOU BETRAYED POGTOPIA” He shouted, his voice loud and rough. This wasn’t Tommy. His eyes were cold and piercing, his face was flushed “YOU CALLED SCHLATT PRESIDENT, YOU SICK FUCK. YOU BETRAYED US!!” Big, salty tears ran down his cheeks as False’s wrists that attempted to block the punches were twisted. She screeched out in pain.

“ILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” Tommy knuckles bled, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. All he ever wanted that day was to kill Technoblade. Techno had killed his best friend, and betrayed his own family. He deserved to die. “YOU BETRAYED ME AND WILBUR. I WANT TO KILL YOU!!”

Tommy’s arms were restrained by Etho and Doc. “LET ME GO, LET ME GO!” He trashed and kicked, blinded by anger and hurt. They exchanged horrified glances, and tried to calm him down. Nothing worked.

False was crying. Her eyes were already swelling up and she was just in the purest form of pain. Some hermits comforted her, while others dragged Tommy out of the ring and away from whatever the fuck just happened.

“TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK” he was screamed at by a couple people, while being shaken by the ones that could tell this wasn’t what it seemed.

“Stop it! Stop you’re making it worse! Let me through” Impulse pushed his way through the crowd, eyes widening as he saw the young boy snarling and pulling to get out of the two men’s grips. Tommy looked feral. “Stop crowding him!”

He knelt down and gently shook the other.

“Tommy, you’re in Hermitcraft. Okay? Grian’s here, Impulse is here, False is here. Technoblade is gone. Tubbo is okay. You’re safe, you’re in Hermitcraft.” He sighed with relief as Tommy came to, the anger in his eyes being replaced with tiredness and confusion.

“Wha..” Tommy went to grab his head, only to find his arms restrained. He panicked, “NO DREAM IM SORRY-“

“Calm down! Tommy you’re safe, you are restrained by Doc and Etho right now, okay? You tried to kill False.” Impulse explained

“I what?!” Tommy gasped, still trying to wiggle his way out. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Why would he ever want to kill False?! Last thing he could remember is that he was sparring, then someone shouted something about..

“..the pit.” His voice went quiet. Impulse nodded in understanding. “Technoblade”

“..yeah.” Tommy thought about what happened. He thought False was his brother. He..he tried to hurt False.

.

Back in the audience, Grian sat completely still, staring in shock. Mumbo had a hand clamped over his mouth. The smaller looked to his friend, scared. “Mumbo, Did..did Techno tell you why he duelled Tommy?” He shook his head

“No..but he said Tommy wasn’t happy Techno won. I thought he meant the dude was a sore loser..”

Grian and Tommy exhale in sync, their hearts beating fast and hard, trying to process everything.

“What the fuck did I just do”

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This has like,, 2 700 words kill meeee

Well I hope you enjoyed that, I accidentally hyperfixated on the idea of Tommy getting pit flashbacks after reading an ask about it so now it’s 3AM! I got this done in 2 hours!

Should I upload these to Ao3??? Let me know!

#hc x dsmp #mcyt #hermit!tommy au #tommyinnit #grian #technoblade #falsesymmetry #other peoples writing #submission

[justaself-shipper]

Marcy x RichGirl!Reader- I Like Me Better

A/N: Request by @Jenny_RHTMT (from Wattpad). An alternate universe where Marcy, Anne and Sasha never went to Amphibia. Warning: This book has bullying and mentions of homophobia and very bad angst.

Marcy looked up at the music box inside the antique shop, then back to the picture of the same box on her phone. Scowling at the picture, she deleted it. “Yeah, right.” She muttered, gloomily walking away from the antique shop. “Stupid book.” “Promise us you’ll text everyday, ok?” Anne said, hugging Marcy one last time. Sasha stood to the side, her arms crossed as she watched Anne and Marcy’s goodbye with a hurt expression. “Of course, Anne. I’ll try my best.” She said, hugging her best friend close. Glancing over to Sasha, she smiled warmly. “C’mere Sash, we need one last photo together.” Anne said, taking out her phone. Walking over, Sasha wrapped her arm around Marcy’s shoulder. “Ok nerds. One last photo shoot!” She said, holding up her own prepared phone. Marcy chuckled. Hearing the beep of her parents horn, her smile faded. They were ready to leave. Pulling her besties in close one last time, she held in her tears. “We’ll try and meet up over the holidays, ok guys?” “Sure Mar-mar.” “Of course dude. Just be careful out there, ok?” “I’ll try my best Anna-banana.” (A few weeks later) Marcy looked up at the tall school building in front of her, gut twisting and turning with anxiety. “Ok…deep breaths Marcy….new school, new possibilities.” She whispered. She jumped when a car horn blared. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed a…very fancy looking car pull up. Stopping in front of the school, Marcy moved into a crowd of students so as not to be seen. The car door opened, revealing a girl with H/L, H/C hair, wearing the same school uniform as Marcy and the other students. The other students stared in wonder and fear. Marcy pursed her lips. “Ooooh boy.” She muttered to herself. “There are rich snobs here…”

Standing in front of her school locker, Marcy stared down in glee at her mobile game, oblivious to her surroundings. All of a sudden, her locker door flew into her face, causing her to stumble for a moment. Giggles erupted from the other side, and Marcy closed her locker properly. A bunch of girls stood on the other side, giggling away as they glanced back at Marcy. One of them was the girl that pulled up in the fancy car that morning. She wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t show any sympathy, either. Not wanting confrontation, Marcy just picked up her backpack, walking away from the still cackling teens on her way to her last two classes that day. (Y/N’s POV) Sienna pointed to the opened locker door in front of us. Mobile game noises sounded from the other side, and the person hadn’t noticed anyone approaching. “Hey, check out this weirdo.” She sneered. Before any of us could react, she swung the locker door full force toward the oblivious person. Hearing a small yelp, everyone started laughing. I just rolled my eyes. As the person closed the locker door, holding her cheek as she glanced toward us, my heart skipped a beat. It was a girl, with short, black hair held back by a green clip, with beautiful hazel eyes. She must be new here. I looked away before she could catch me staring. The girl eventually walked away, hunched over as my friend’s laughter sounded throughout the corridor. Sienna snickered. “Looks like we’ve just found our knew target. What do you say guys?” She smirked. Everyone nodded. I just watched the new girl disappear around the corner. Maybe I can talk to her later?

(End POV) In the cafeteria, Marcy sat by herself. Glancing around at the other tables, she pulled out her lunch, taking a bite as she started to play on her phone once again. “Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Marcy looked up. It was the same group of girls as before. The leader glared down at her. “This is our table. Move it.” Marcy stood up, collecting her things quickly. “Right, I’m sorry.” She gushed. She heard one of the other members, the one who didn’t laugh earlier, say something, but she didn’t quite pick up what it was. Was it “It’s not even our seat”? The leader smirked down at her. “Oh no, you’re not going to get away with it.” Without warning, she grabbed Marcy’s bag. “Hey-!” “What’s this?” She cooed, pulling out Marcy’s notebook. “A diary? Wonder what it says~” Tossing the bag to the other girls, Marcy could only watch in horror as the other girls rummaged through her bag and the gang leader went through her notebook. “Oooh! This is juicy! Maybe I should read it out to the rest of the cafeteria~” she grinned. Marcy panicked. “WAIT-NO! Give it back, please!” She begged, reaching over to grab it. One of the other girls noticed, tripping her as she stepped forward. Falling to the ground, tears pricked her eyes as her face turned red from embarrassment. Y/N watched all this go down. She felt anger boiling up inside her as she watched her so called “friends” bully this poor girl for no reason. When Sienna started reading from the diary, gaining attention from the other students in the cafeteria, Y/N finally snapped. “Check it out everyone! The new girl has a diary! And look at this-her sick little mind believes she’s bisex-“

Marcy covered her face, when loud gasps sounded throughout the room. Removing her hands, she realised the H/C-haired girl in the group had her notebook, holding it close to her as the leader stared at her in disbelief. “Y/N, what the heck is wrong with you-“ “No Sienna! What the heck is wrong with you?!” She snapped. The cafeteria went silent, watching the spectacle. Y/N’s face was red with anger as she stood face to face to Sienna. “Picking on an innocent person, going to read her diary, then calling her sick in the head! I’ve had it! The only one sick in the head is you! Picking on someone for what gender they prefer is the most disgusting thing you’ve ever done! Now-“ she pushed the diary back into Sienna’s hands, and pointed to Marcy still lying on the floor. “Say you're sorry, otherwise I’ll have my parents involved.” She growled. Sienna’s face went pale, so Marcy assumed her parents must be bosses of something big. The leader walked over to the now kneeling Marcy, dropping the book on the ground. “Fine. Sorry.” She muttered. Walking back out, Sienna glared at Y/N. “You’ve made an enemy today, Y/N.” She hissed, disappearing out the cafeteria doors with her gang. Everyone went back to their own business. Marcy collected her bag and belongings, clutching her notebook tightly against her chest. “Hey I’m…really sorry about everything.” A voice mumbled. Glancing up, Marcy realised it was Y/N. The H/C held out her hand. Marcy gladly took it, allowing the girl to help her to her feet. “Uhm…th-thanks for standing up for me.” Marcy said, holding the notebook over her face to hide her pink-tinted cheeks. “It was very brave of you, seeing she was your friend and all…” Y/N rubbed the back of her neck. “Y-yeah well, I couldn’t let her pick on you. People like us have to stick up for each other in a world like this.” She chuckled nervously. Marcy smiled behind her book. “Well, I’m Marcy. Marcy Wu.” She said, holding out her hand. Y/N smiled as well, shaking her hand. “Y/N L/N. You wanna have lunch with me?” “Of course!”

Bonus: Marcy: So…why was Sienna so terrified of you when you mentioned your parents? Y/N: Oh! Uh…my dad may or may not be a mafia boss… *starts sweating* Marcy: Ooh…has he killed people? Y/N: MARCY NO-

Fun fact: while writing this, I had another idea in mind! Let me know if I should do the other version! (Still kinda involves bullying, but no homophobia as far as I’d thought lol. Mostly just a snooty reader being mean toward marcy for a certain reason) note: i also was gonna continue with a prom scene and Sienna was being a beach, but i might leave that for a second part if anyone wants it (it's horrible btw)

AND HEY HAVE YA'LL SEEN THE LATEST OWL HOUSE EPISODE?? I'M BROKEN INSIDE, AND VEE IS AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART!

I ALSO HADN'T REALISED HOW MUCH GUILT I HAD AS I MADE THIS STORY SO YEAH....SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS GUYS

#marcy x reader #marcy wu #amphibia #self insert #x reader #reader #i like me better #fanfic #rich girl reader #marcy wu x reader #request