#also peep the messy room

[silvergyus]

can't stop thinking about a 69 with soobin pleaseee

mirrored ceiling

pairing: soobin x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend gets a reflective film put up over the skylight in his room. a handful of flirty texts later, and you're riding his face

warnings: oral (y/n & sb receiving), 69, reader sits on soobin's face, reader gags on soobin's dick once, a little bit of cum eating, hickeys (y/n receiving), flirty texts in the workplace, use of “baby” for soobin, use of "baby/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 3,400+

author's note: thank you so much ☁️ anon for the request!! this was the most difficult fic I've ever written lol. huge thank u to @nightlyawnzz and @https-yeonjun for being beta readers <3

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The reflective film was new.

Soobin said the company had put it up to help keep the heating bill down since it had been abnormally cold this winter. You had no doubt it also acted as a temporary security bonus, keeping any potential peeping toms from seeing down the skylight. Either way, the silvery film was thin enough to let light in during the day, and, as you'd come to find out, shiny enough to reflect as a near-perfect mirror when the bedroom lights were on at night.

This was going to be fun.

You couldn't spend every night with Soobin, unfortunately. Work had asked you to come in early to set up before a big client came in, so you were forced to sleep in your own bed for once. You sighed, missing your space heater of a boyfriend. Normally you'd be resting your head on his chest so his warmth and the rhythm of his heartbeat could lull you to sleep.

You rolled over again and again, trying to get comfortable without the familiar shape of Soobin laying beside you. Defeated, you stared up at the ceiling through the darkness. From the bedside table, you heard the staccato buzzing of your phone.

Thankful for a distraction, you eagerly grabbed the glowing screen.

New message: 🩷 Soobie 🩷

You tapped the notification, opening your messaging app to two messages.

Miss you

[picture]

A strangled noise escaped your phone as you stared at the flirty image your boyfriend had sent. The photo was him, reflected in the new silver coating, arm out to your side of the bed.

Not fair, you texted back, wanna be snuggled right there 😓 You were tired and you missed sleeping beside him.

Come over

You know I can't tonight baby :(, you typed back. I'll see you tomorrow

:(

I can't wait

goodnite baby

sleep good

You smiled at his messages. I will🩷

can't wait to see u

You fell asleep, tiredness finally overtaking you, putting a pause on your thoughts of Soobin's new mirrored ceiling.

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All through the next day at work you were a wreck. Halfway through your morning your phone buzzed with Soobin’s reply to your goodmorning! text. He sent back a simple good morning and another picture of him reflected in the silvery cover.

His hair was messy from sleep, sleep shirt pulled in the night to expose his collarbone, the faded purple mark you left there just barely visible. There was a lazy grin on his face as he reached up as if to wave.

Your eyes were wide as you scanned the image, taking everything in. Oh, he was teasing you now. And to think you thought his picture last night was innocent, just showing off the new feature of his room, as if "miss you" wasn't his go-to message when he wanted you in his bed for more than just cuddles.

Your tired brain must've skipped over any flirty undertones and your sweet boyfriend let it go, knowing you were sleepy. But he knew you were up now, and coming over in ten hours. You thanked the universe you had put on cute panties this morning.

The rest of the work day was you managing to get everything right despite the burning need that had settled over your skin once the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Soobin's messages had only gotten bolder as he sent you pictures of him sweaty in the dance room mirrors. You didn't dare sneak away for a photo to send back, only replying quickly before you were running off to the next task of the day.

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Finally, your long day ended and you were on your way to Soobin's dorm. You sent him a quick text to let him know your eta.

He had food from your favorite takeout place waiting for you when you walked in, all but collapsing in his warm embrace as he greeted you at the door. "Missed you," he whispered into your hair.

You playfully slapped his arm, releasing yourself from the hug. "It was like a day and a half you goofball."

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A few hours later, after eating and playing video games together, the two of you were curled up in Soobin's bed. The dim glow of the bedside lamp and the screen of Soobin's phone were the only sources of light. Your head rested on his shoulder, left leg resting on top of his right thigh, your arm crossing his chest so you could gently play with the hem of his sleeve as the video played.

You shifted your position slightly and felt the thick muscle in Soobin's thigh against your clothed core as you moved. A nearly inaudible whimper escaped your lips as you felt him against you, the want from the morning never fully dissipating.

Soobin stilled beneath you at your noise. The video continued to play, his eyes still focused on the screen. You held your breath, waiting to see how he would react. He had been the one to get you in this mood, but nothing had been brought up since the afternoon and you weren't sure if he was still feeling it.

Until you felt him flex the muscle in his thigh so that he brushed against you there again, your sharp intake of breath telling him that his texts had worked on you.

He paused the video, setting his phone down on the nightstand. "You know I really missed you last night."

"Mmmhmm," you hummed, face heating up. "You texted me, remember?"

"I remember," he whispered. "Look up there." He gestured to the ceiling.

You looked up to face your reflection, you and Soobin curled up together on his big white bed. "Keep your eyes up there and let me make you feel good."

He kissed you, breaking your view, a long, languid kiss. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips before exploring your mouth. The heat between your legs grew as he repositioned himself so that he hovered over you, cradling you tenderly beneath him. Your hands found their way to his head, tangling in his hair, the image reflected back to you in the reflection above.

The kiss broke with you whining for more as he trailed hot kisses down your throat. His fingers found their way to the buttons on your sleep shirt, undoing each one as his mouth continued against your throat. Once the final button had been undone, Soobin’s warm hands slipped underneath the fabric, slipping around to hold you, pushing the fabric aside as he did. Now bare, your nipples stiffened against the cool air. Soobin pulled away to admire your bare chest, groaning lightly as he did. “So pretty,” he whispered, sucking your nipple into his mouth and releasing with a wet pop. “Missed these.” You smiled to yourself; oh your silly boy, couldn’t go forty-eight hours without your boobs in his mouth.

He continued worshiping your breast, slowly kneading the other in his big hand, pinching and pulling at the nipple his mouth wasn’t attached to before pulling off and switching so that each side had the same attention. Your quiet moans filled the space; your fingers lightly scratching his scalp and pulling his hair the way you know he liked it.

“Must’ve missed me a lot, huh, baby?”

Soobin pulled off your chest, leaving your tits wet and open to the cool air. He nuzzled his reply into the skin of your belly as he pressed kisses down your body. “You don’t even know.” He kissed below your right breast. “Kept looking up and seeing everything reflected back.” A kiss just above your navel. “Thought about how good it would look seeing you cumming for me like that.” His lips hovered above the waistband of your panties. “Got so hard thinking about it.” He pressed a hot kiss to the lacy edge of your panties, grinding his hips against the bed as he did.

“Soobin,” you whispered, your voice whiny and full of breathless need. “Need you.”

He grinned up at you from where he was positioned- his face hovering over your pussy. “Need you to keep your eyes up there for me, okay baby? Need you to watch yourself cum for me.” You groaned at his words, complying with his request as you watched in the mirrored film. You watched him as he tugged off your panties, discarding them onto the floor. You watched him as he parted your thighs, giving him access to your needy core. You watched him as his dark head dipped down, licking a hot stripe through your folds.

After that, it became hard to keep watching.

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Soobin’s plush lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. His tongue peaked forward as he did, running against the bundle of nerves. He had barely started and already you were arching your back, eyes closing as the sensations built.

His tongue worked against you, swirling against your clit, dipping down to run through your folds, teasing at your entrance. His mouth a wet, hot heat against your wet, hot core. His hands splayed out across your hips, holding you down when you instinctively bucked your hips, chasing the feeling of his plush lips against you.

He pulled off of you. “Are you keeping your eyes on the mirror?” His words caused a heat to creep over your skin. He registered your bashful response for what it is. “Need you to keep your eyes open baby, want you to see how good I can make you feel. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded. “I can do it.”

“That’s a good girl.” He returned his attention to eating you out, tongue giving flat, broad strokes to your core, swirling around your aching clit. You moaned his name, fighting to keep your gaze trained on the image above you. You on your back, nearly completely nude, your boyfriend between your thighs, the marks he sucked onto your chest blooming purple and blue. A particularly strong suck to your clit made you buck your hips, the image of yourself so desperate drawing another moan from your lips. 

You were already close, watching as you came undone causing you to unravel even faster. You clenched around nothing, craving that one final push to send you over the edge. As if he could read your mind, Soobin’s tongue nudged your entrance, slipping just barely inside. The feeling of his muscle there caused you to cry out, your thighs clamping together. Soobin hummed against you, grinding against the mattress as your enthusiastic response spurred him on further. The vibrations against your core, along with the bump of his nose against your clit sent you careening, your orgasm falling on you like a ton of bricks.

You followed Soobin’s instructions, watching as you writhed against the sheets. Watching as you bucked your hips. Watching as your hands dug into Soobin’s hair, pushing his face against you, desperate for more.

You watched as you rode out your orgasm on your boyfriend’s face, listened as he moaned against your pussy, lapping up the flood of wetness that you produced.

You tugged at his hair gently, pulling him off as you shied away from oversensitivity. He grinned up at you lazily, a dopey smile plastered to his face as your juices coated his skin. “Did you watch?”

Your chest heaved as you came down from your high. “Yes baby, watched the whole thing.”

He crawled up the bed to kiss you, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue as it danced with yours. “Was it hot?”

“This’ll be hotter,” you replied, pushing Soobin against the bed.

His eyes were wide, unsure of what you were about to do. You kissed him, hands finding the hem of his shirt. You tugged it up over his head before slipping the rest of your open shirt off your shoulders and pressing your bare chest to his. He shivered when your skin touched, growing increasingly aware of how angry his erection was in his boxers.

You palmed him through the thin material, continuing to kiss him, humming against his lips when he whined. “Hmm, lay down flat for me baby. Gonna make you feel good now.”

He complied, shuffling down the bed so he was flat on his back. Slowly, you pulled off his boxers, a wet stain of precum showing just how ready he was for you.

His free cock slapped against his tummy, beads of silver dripping onto his skin. You grabbed it at the base, locking eyes as you asked “Do you want to try something? Could be fun for you with the mirrored ceiling and all.”

He agreed, not quite sure what you had in mind as you climbed up so that you were sat on his chest. You quickly explained your plan, growing warm as Soobin held onto each word, growing more visibly excited as you spoke.

“Can you keep your eyes up there for me?”

Soobin shook his head, laughing at you making him play his own game. “I'll try my best, baby. Anything for you.”

You giggled, moving so that your hips were over his head, your face hovering over his flushed cock. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”

“I will. But it won’t be.”

You kept your hips hovering over his face for a few moments, despite his hands gripping into your thighs. You loved to hear the sounds he makes when you first take him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he cursed out slowly as you licked at his leaky tip, “so good.”

Your tongue teased at his slit before you dragged it down, tracing the vein that ran across the underside. You placed slow kisses along his length, hand massaging his balls as you did. His heavy breaths were loud in the quiet of the room as he fought to keep his voice down, always a bit louder when he was in your mouth. 

Wanting to put on a show for him before you truly sat on his face, you angled his cock towards his hip so you could take him at an angle that would reflect more than just the back of your head. Your lips wrapped around his tip, suckling him into your mouth. His sharp intake of breath made you smile around him, just the corners of your mouth turning up. You slowly dragged your lips down his length, causing him to whine.

Before you could do anything more, he pulled your ass down so that his lips could attach themselves to your clit once again. The motion caused you to pull off Soobin’s cock, your balance wobbling. You tipped forward, moaning with your face pressed against his balls. His hips chased the vibrations and you felt him groan against your core.

Your thighs were still wet and sticky from Soobin’s earlier endeavors as they closed around his head, your hips rutting forward, needing more of him. You tried your best to focus on Soobin, on making him feel good. This was your idea but already you were lightheaded and distracted with your own pleasure.

You took him into your mouth again, feeling his weight heavy on your tongue. Relaxing your throat, you took him as far as you could go. He was big- fat tip nudging at your soft palate as you tried to focus on breathing through your nose. Meanwhile, Soobin’s tongue teased at your entrance, darting inside as your nose brushed against his pelvis. His teasing caused you to twitch forward, gagging yourself slightly on his cock. You pulled off, gasping, air flooding into your lungs as a thick mix of drool and precum fell from your lips.

Without your lips wrapped around him, Soobin was more precise in his actions, driving you closer to your second high. His hands squeezed your thighs as he licked broad stripes up the length of your folds, rough, desperate squeezes that would leave marks in the morning. His lips and tongue were wet and hot against your clit, the slippery friction making you release a string of needy whines.

You gripped onto Soobin’s cock, hand slowly pumping him as you tried not to get lost in your own pleasure. You brought your face down to lick across his length, your spit adding to the mess pooling at the base. You gathered it in your hand, coating his length with the wetness while licking the head. His hips stuttered in response. You took him into your throat again, bobbing your head on what you could comfortably take.

The room was filled with the slick sounds of your shared pleasure. Soobin groaned softly beneath you as he ate you out, taking pleasure in the taste of you and what small glimpses he could get of the two of you in his new reflective ceiling.

You continued to bob on his cock, alternating with slick jerks of your wrist when he became too much.

The pressure building in your core was becoming overwhelming. You rocked back, putting your weight onto your hands as you ground your hips down onto Soobin’s face. Your boyfriend grunted underneath you, his tongue moving faster against you, reading the cues of your body, wanting you to cum on his face. His hands moved up from where they were holding your thighs to squeeze hard on your ass. Broken whimpers fell from your lips as Soobin’s swollen lips slipped against your clit, the slick friction of his lips and tongue sucking and licking was about to send you over the edge.

“There, there, right there,” you moaned into the skin at his hip. Your hips were moving on their own as you chased your high, cumming hard on Soobin’s tongue. You cried out, hips stuttering away as you bucked overstimulation, but his big hands held you back, keeping you on his tongue as he led you through your second orgasm.

Head heavy with your high, you reached for Soobin’s cock again, not wanting to leave him without your touch. Catching your breath, you adjusted yourself so that you weren’t sitting directly on Soobin’s face anymore. He groaned at the sight of your swollen pussy dripping down onto him, wet with your combined fluids and flushed from his attention.

You hummed as you pulled him back into your mouth, sucking at the head of his cock, flushed red with want. Your hand jerked the base, your quick movements bringing him closer to his own orgasm. He moaned beneath you, his breath hot against your sensitive pussy. Your motions sped up as your tongue flicked at his slit, your hand jerking him in quick motions. His hips stuttered beneath you, bucking up into your grip, chasing his high. “That’s it baby, cum for me. Make a mess.” You said, pulling off him as your hand moved the slick of your spit and his precum down the length of his cock, movements getting even more slippery. “Look up in the mirror,” you commanded, craning your neck as you moved your hips so you could make eye contact with him in the silvery film above.

The moan he let out when your eyes met in the reflection was loud, drowning out the wet sounds beneath your face. “Gonna cum, gonna cum baby.”

You smiled, turning your face back to his cock. “Let go baby- cum for me.” He choked out a strangled whine as he came, spurting ropes of cum across his tummy and thighs. Your open mouth caught some too, the taste of salt bursting on your tongue as you caught what you could, knowing Soobin liked it when you tasted like him. Your hand slowed as you continued pumping him, milking his cock until he tapped your thighs, signaling you to climb off.

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He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you in his arms as you both caught your breath. Soobin’s face was a mess of slick and spit, his hair mussed up, standing on all ends. He looked sleepy and content, fully sated. You kissed him, tasting each other in the kiss. “Was that everything you were thinking of when you texted me yesterday?”

He smiled, dopey grin lighting up his face, “maybe not everything.” He kissed your nose. “Honestly, I couldn’t see that good with you in the way,” he teased, placing a light slap to your ass. You smacked him playfully on the chest. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together. “But we can try the rest later. The film’s gonna be up for a while.”

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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[hoes4lino]

Late nights 🌃 | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains suggestive content, minor injuries, swearing as well as slut shaming (fluff?); minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Who would say that after years of despising his existence he would end up in your bed.

Authors note: I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers. (Also I was lazy to spell check srry T-T)

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It was around 3am on a Saturday morning, the dim lights of the city illuminating your room, the light sound of the rain hitting your window, it was the perfect set up to cuddle with your cat while you watched kdramas on your bed.

Your eyes felt heavy, your body was comfortable in the coziness of your bed, slowly closing them you felt how you drifted to a slumber sleep.

Maybe it was the loud thunder or the cries of you cat, but you jumped out of your bed, annoyed and scared as you heard your doorbell ringing nonstop. You walked towards the door slowly trying to make no sound.

Stumbling through the darkness you grabbed an umbrella, just in case you had to defend yourself— your mouth was slightly parted as you spotted the brun haired boy standing in front of your apartment door. His face had few bruises and scratches, seems like he got into a fight. He kept ringing the doorbell, you brain trying to decide whether you should open it or not.

You met Minho at a club about two years ago, he was a mutual friend— however, you two never seemed to click, always getting on each others neck; you didn’t really considered him a friend but he was always around cause he was part of your friend group.

The sudden silence that echoed your apartment made you snap out of your thoughts, peeping again through the peephole you spotted him with a concerned face as he stared to his side, panic filling his eyes.

In that moment you knew he was in desperate need of help, you snatched open your door and pulled him in, locking your door and hoping whatever was after him didn’t notice he went inside your apartment.

“Took you long enough” He scoffed, carefully touching his busted lips. You looked at him up and down annoyed, some of his wounds were dripping blood and his cloth were dirty “Don’t make me snitch on you” He smirked as he leaned forward “I know you are an asshole but you would never” He said with his raspy voice— You simply rolled your eyes at him, looking at him from head to toes once again.

“Why are you here?” You questioned him, arms wrapping in front of you chest— you looked pissed “None of your business” he spat, making you scoff once again “It is when you come to my house beaten up at 3am” You said in disbelief.

A small smile adorned his face as he looked at you mischievously, he always loved pushing your buttons, it gave him some sort of satisfaction “You won’t like the real reason of why I’m here. So lets pretend am being chased by a thief” Your eyes widen in disbelief “A thief chasing you?!? And you brought him to my apartment building? You want to get me killed or something? He shrugged and looked at you “maybe? It was the first place that came to mind”

You seriously couldn’t stand him, how dare he come to your apartment this late all beaten up and with a criminal chasing after him. It was also the audacity he had to talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You are seriously going to kill me someday” You sighed as you grabbed his arm and walked him to your bathroom “What are you doing” You signaled him to sat on the toilet “Isn’t it obvious?” You said annoyed as you searched for a first aid kit in the bathroom drawer.

He looked at you as you grabbed a towel and poured some hydrogen peroxide. You were wearing your silk pijama dress, it looked as delicate as you, your puffy eyes and messy hair gave him a hint that you were probably sleeping before he came to interrupt.

You walked towards him and kneeled in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts once you carefully tapped the towel on his face. He hissed at the contact, the hydrogen peroxide burning his skin “Fuck” he yelp “Don’t be a bitch be gentle” he spat as he grabbed the counter besides him.

You laughed at his squirming “Stop being a baby” You teased— He straighten his body and looked deeply into your eyes “Im not a baby” He scoffed, swallowing his pain. It was quiet for a second, his heartbeat and breathing being audible, for some reason it brought you some kind of comfort.

“You need to stop staying too late at clubs” you mumbled while continuing to clean his wounds. He rolled his eyes “Aweee you care about me??” He said in a playful tone while tilting his head, a smug adorning his face.

You shook your head “Don’t make this about yourself, I’m just saying so you never come back to my house at this hours” He doesn’t know why but your words sting his heart, He doesn’t want to admit it but it does.

He scoffed “Says the slut that always passes out at the clubs” You stop cleaning him and looked at him, anger filling your eyes “What did you say?” He leaned closer to your face “I’m pretty sure you heard me loud and clear” He gave you a thin smile.

You never knew why Minho was like this, always defensive. No matter the situation— he always had something to say about you “I don’t get why you are being so defensive right now” You say softly as your gaze moves back to his scratches, this time pressing the towel hard on his wounds. He hisses and throws his head back.

“You did that on purpose” He groans, his eyes tight shut “Did I? I’m sorry” You proceed to press even harder, liquid dripping from the towel to his wounds. He moves one of his hands to grabs yours, both of you forcing against each other.

“Let go” You hissed, trying to remove your hand from his strong grip, however, he wouldn’t budge “I’m tired of you” He said out of nowhere, you stop forcing and looked at him confused. “Excuse me? You tired of me? You are the one interrupting my sleep” At this point you thought Minho was a social experiment to test how long it would take for you to reach your limit.

It was quiet for a minute until he started talking “You are always batting your pretty lashes at anyone who walks your way” He probably noticed by your face that you were confused as hell in that moment, he scoffed “Now you are pretending you don’t know” You tilted your head to lock eyes with his “I know what you mean, I’m aware of my actions, however I don’t get how that involves you” He took a deep breath and mumbled something you didn’t quite catch.

“Oh c’mon, let’s be for real” He doesn’t really know why this conversation is frustrating him so much, its not like he cared or at least thats what he told himself “I was at our usual club making out with this hot chick when I heard the people besides us talking about you” He stopped his words, his hands turning into fists

“They were talking some nasty shit about you” He scoffed leaning his face closer to yours “Now don’t get me wrong, It’s not like I care about you, but the way they see you as a dirty little slut pissed me off” Minho didn’t realize he was still holding your arm until you squirmed at his grip, he let you go and gave you apologetic eyes before continuing “I stood up and next thing I know I was fighting against 5 guys, funny thing is not the first time I defend you like that”

You were aware of your flirty persona, always giving men false hopes in exchange of free drinks, however, you never expected for people to gather around and slut shame you. You have never slept with someone after a clubbing night, you were disgusted and uncomfortable, you didn’t like the image that was going on around about you.

Your gaze moved back to Minho’s he had a face of disgust, you were unsure if his expression was like that because of you or because of what those guys were doing, either way it didn’t feel nice.

Seeing that no words were coming out of your mouth he continued talking “Im so tired of protecting you behind your back” He sighed “I’m always getting in trouble because you can’t keep your cunt dry” Although you appreciate his gesture of protecting you— it pisses you off the way he is talking to you, personally you believe theres better ways to say this type of things.

“Well I never asked for your help did I?” You threw the towel to the side and stood up, his body mimicking yours and following you to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup of water and took a sip of it “So what? Should I just sit there and hear how they treat you like a slut?” He scoffed. Those words marked you limit, your body automatically throwing the cup of water to his face, your face was red in anger.

His laugh echoed in your head like an annoying fly, he tried drying his face as you stood up there looking how he laugh uncontrollably. You hated the way he could make you feel like nothing in matter of seconds, tears threaten to fall from your eyes but you refused to let him see you cry.

“I’m sorry” he chuckled “Im aware I crossed the line, however…” He walked closer to you, making you stumble as you take few steps back until your back hit the counter “You seriously need to stop giving me troubles, I just know they banned me from that club” He sighed frustrated, you look at him for a second noticing a drop of blood rolling down his chin from his lip.

Gently you swiped the blood away with your finger “Let me get you a band aid” The atmosphere felt dense, it was awkward. He genuinely felt bad for crossing the line, however, he wasn’t good with words so he had no clue how to apologize.

You took him again to the bathroom finishing to clean his wounds, as you finished up by putting a band aid on the corner of his lip you spoke “You should stay for the night” You spoke softly looking at his eyes “But… I took my couch to the dry clean so… you can stay on my bed” His initial answer was to reject the offer and walk home, however, he felt like he was under a spell as you spoke to him so softly so… caring.

He cursed under his breath, eyes looking at you unsure “Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” He questioned afraid this was some type of prank— You slightly nodded “Knowing the type of crybaby you are I can’t make you walk home covered in wounds, I just know you will accuse me with Jisung” You scoff, cleaning up the area. He chuckled “You have a good point right there”

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It was around 6am you could feel the light sunlight creeping in your curtains, you groan your eyes slowly opening. You tried to move, however, you couldn’t— you look down to see what was stopping you, your breath hitching as you see Minho’s arm wrapped around your waist. That’s when it hit you. The soft breath hitting your neck, he was cuddling you in his sleep.

You tried to ignore it, his arm around your waist, his warm breath hitting your neck, the way your pajama dress rolled up to your mid ass. But there was one thing you couldn’t ignore. His morning wood, the way it was pressed against your almost bare ass.

You closed your eyes shut trying to think on other things, get some distraction. You hated to admit you were getting turned on by the second. Your body froze as you felt him shifting on the bed, his body only pressing closer towards yours, he snuggled his head on the crook of your neck.

He mumbled softly “Are you awake?” His words tickled your neck, slightly squirming under him. You nodded, you couldn’t dare and use your words, afraid your voice might sound shaky or unstable. He hummed at your response “Im sorry…” He lightly rubbed your belly with his thumb “I can’t control it” He said embarrassed, slowly moving away from your body.

“Do you mind if I use your shower?” He asked his eyes wide open looking at the ceiling “Sure” You said nonchalantly, slightly disappointed at the lack of his body warmth. He stood up and left to the shower, after that you two shared breakfast. It was rather silent as you both drank your coffee, no one knew what to say or what to do…

The moment he left your apartment you felt a weight leaving your shoulders— you could finally breathe in peace, you look down to stare at the kitty rubbing against your legs, “What am I going to do” You squirmed running to your bedroom. Once there you threw yourself on your bed, kicking your feet and screaming on the pillow replaying the moment in your head. You grabbed your phone to call your best friend asap.

You hoped she would kick some sense into you… however, she left you feeling even more confused about Minho, her words being “Maybe you too should have sex to break the tension” The thought of having sex with Minho made you wanna puke, not in a bad way but in a way you can’t really describe.

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“Literally what the hell is wrong with you” You snatched your arm from his grip. You where at a frat party with your friends, you were hooking up with someone when Minho basically dragged you to an empty room.

“What’s wrong with me? More like whats wrong with you” He snarked back, his eyes looking like big dark orbs. “Well I was having some fun until you came” You said at him annoyed, you have no idea what his business was here but it was pissing you off.

He chuckled, his laugh echoing in the whole room “If by having fun you mean sleeping with anyone, then go ahead” He gesture his hands towards the exit. His attitude make you confused and mad, your eyes rolling as he kept his gaze focus on yours.

“Look Minho” You took a deep breath trying to keep yourself well collected “I don’t know what your business is right now but maybe and Yeji was right when she said to fuck you to break the tension” You spat at him, your body straightened and arms crossed over your chest. He took a moment to process your words, his mouth slightly parting to say something when you spoke again.

“You are literally so annoying, always treating me like a god damn child, also picking up a fight with me, like get a damn lif-” Your words were interrupted as his lips crashed on yours, his body pushing you towards the door.

His lips felt soft and smooth against yours, his gentle touch on your face felt angelical. A moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue touching the bottom of your lip as for asking permission to enter. The more passionate the kiss got the wetter and messy it got. Whimpers and kissing sounds lingered around the room, the back ground music from the party adding to the vibe.

The whole situation was a mess, two people that didn’t like each other craving for each other touch— its funny how unexpected life is… isn’t it?

He sat you on his lap, your hips grinding on his thigh begging for friction. He caressed your body so gently, god damn he was driving you insane. He was trying to engrave every sensation into his brain, taking in your scent, your vanilla perfumed combined with the intoxicating smell of tequila. He gasped in delight, slowly pecking your neck and nibbling your ear.

“I hate you” He groaned as you moved your hand down to touch his boner, you chuckled “Always had an impact on me like you put me on some type of smell” He whispered against your ear as he placed his hands on yours hips to help you get some friction.

You threw your head back and moaned slightly “I hate that you are not mine” He said softly, his words making you stop to look at him. His look. In that moment you felt like you were the most gorgeous woman in this earth.

The way he looked softly at you with his eyes. Minho was bad with feelings but his eyes never lie. You took a moment to process the situation, your neck felt sore, probably adorned with a couple hickeys. Your lips were plumped. The man you were sitting on had a lipstick trail from his face to his chest. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was messy.

Was this a dream? You confirmed it wasn’t when he kissed you again this time, slowly more passionate… it felt intimate yet slutty. That kiss unveiled a thousand feelings that were trapped in a jar of hate. “God damn I can’t let go” He said in between kisses while groaning.

You were both getting drunk on each other, it was a passionate feeling you have never experienced before, the fact he was someone you thought you hated with your whole soul made it more intriguing… more risky.

You two were so captive by the moment that the laugh echoing behind you was ignored by your brain until a bright light illuminated the room. Both of you jumping off each other to stare as Jisung and Yeji who were laughing their asses off.

Yeji stopped laughing to groan at Jisung “Guess I owe you $50 now” She rolled her eyes handing the money to Jisung, who kissed the money and placed it on his pocket. Jisung giggled, slowly walking out with Yeji “You too keep doing your lovers thing” He teased before closing the door.

Minho and you shared an embarrassed look before laughing “Why don’t we move this matter to my house?” You said in a mischievous tone “I don’t know what you are talking about” He teased, while buttoning his shirt “But I would love to” He smiled at you genuinely before reaching to grab your hand and walk out of the party.

#lee know #skz smut #skz fluff #lee know fluff #lee know smut #stray kids #lee know imagines #leeknow smut #minho smut #enemies to lovers #lee minho smut #lee know x reader #leeknow imagine #oneshot #shu porang porang linos

[unraveledandfrayed]

I used my crochet cat bag to carry my exam supplies to a VERY important math exam the other day (affected my entire degree path 😅) hoping it would bring me good luck or at least some positivity. I got many compliments and someone even asked if I took commissions which really brightened my day!!

(Also if anyone cares, the exam went really well!)

Sorry for the messy room. You can peep my Douglas cardigan in the back on my bed haha

#handmade #yarn #fiberartist #crochet #crochetersofinstagram #fiberart #finished #cat #crochetblr #knitblr

[pray4byron]

hi!

Mayhaps charlie x gn reader one shot?, reader and charlie set up a board game night for the peeps at hotel, where nobody actually showed up for the lil party cuz someone maybe didnt tell ppl about it (charlie def charlie) so it was just them and they end up making out or smth

-🎺 anon

“𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝” — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

a/n: hiya 🎺 anon!! i’m doing a different format cause i’m feeling a bit lazy :’) also sorry it took me so long to get to this but i’m doing it now so 😭😭

warnings: heated(?) makeout sesh, suggestive ending

proofread: nahh 😭

tags: charlie morningstar, x reader, hazbin hotel, fanfic

charlie’s day wasn’t going well so far, and that was an understatement, her father and alastor were having issues…again, she had to stop niffty from freaking out the newer residents, and it seemed like not a single productive thing was getting done.

to ease her stress slightly, she thought a game night with the rest of the hotel would be a blast, however, it just seemed to stress her out more…

the problem was, she forgot to tell basically everyone, it didn’t even occur to her until after sitting around for 20 minutes after setting everything up, she had what felt like the whole night planned.

it wasn’t until you came over to her that her nerves started to calm, you crouched down infront of her as she sat infront of a coffee table with a pouty expression. “well, what’s got ya all by your lonesome?” you smirked.

charlie sighed before saying “well.. i had this game night planned, and i completely forgot to tell everyone..!” her lips going into a small pouty shape.

“i could play with you.” you smile softly, plopping down on the ground infront of her, charlie nodding eagerly, you couldn’t help but giggle at her silly self.

“sooo…” you trailed off, looking through the selection of board games to choose from, “what do you wanna play first?” you ask, looking up at charlie for her approval.

“hmmm..” charlie hummed, tapping her finger lightly against the table, her eyes lit up at the sight of one that caught her eye. “that one!” she smiled, and that one you played.

halfway through the game, you watched charlie cheer as she scored a few additional points, “if you win, i’ll give you a prize.”

charlie’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, nodding eagerly with a smile.

that seemed to fill her with at least a little bit of determination, you’d never seen her fight for something so small, her eyes piercing into the board and her tongue peaking out of the corner of her mouth.

charlie looked at the number on the dice in delight as she grabbed her pink game piece and moved it to the end of the board. “yes, i won!!” she cheered, before letting out a small gasp in realization, “wait — what’s my reward?” she asked with an excited grin, catching her off guard, you leaned over the table, grasping her cheeks, and began to kiss her on the lips.

she let out a breathy giggle through her toothy grin as she began to kiss you back, her hands resting on your sides, sure, it was messy, but it didn’t feel messy, it felt right.

you licked the corners of her lips, as her mouth opened agape to let your tongue in with hers, your tongues hooked around eachother, exploring eachothers warm embrace, her hands travelled up and down your sides, before you pulled away, biting the bottom of her lip, a trail of salvia connecting you both, the same way an invisible string connected your souls.

charlie chuckled, still catching her breath, “c’mon, lets forget about this whole ‘game night’ thing and go up to my room, yeah?”

i do not permit for my work to be reposted, translated, or stolen. all rights go to signedmio. characters are not mine, unless stated, and belong to their rightful creators.

#mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x reader #fanfiction #x y/n #charlie hazbin #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie x reader #charlie #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #charlie morningstar hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie morningstar #charlie magne x reader #charlie magne #🎺 anon

[killzenin]

☆cw: nsfw content, 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, afab!reader, cuckolding, oral (m recieving)/face fucking, threesome (mmf), pussy teasing, slapping, slight degradation from gojo and lots of praises from nanami, toys, cum eating, overstimulation, hair pulling, aftercare☆ 𝟭.𝟲𝗸 word count

☆𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢/𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☆

part 2 of ♡︎ , also on ao3 @/killzenin !

“i can see the way you look at her.” gojo whispered in the other man’s ear. intermittently looking at you at the other side of the room, chatting with some people and then back at the blond by his side. nanami turned to him, gazing at him puzzled. 

“...huh?” lowering his tinted sunglasses his eyes fell incredulously on his companion, not believing his confused face. gojo snickered as he took a sip of his champagne filled glass. 

“i’m not dumb, i bet after you peeped at us fucking you’ve been dreaming about her ever since.”

“gojo, it's not—'' slender hands reach towards nanami’s face, which lead to face your direction. the blond’s eyes began to capture your figure, there was no hiding in his eyes how stunned his face seemed to be. as a floor-length gown with an open back and subtle sparkle draped your body, perfect for the nighttime auction you were attending. gojo, observing nanami’s wishful expression, reaches out to whisper again.

“look at yourself, it’s so fucking obvious!” he snarked, “...i mean who wouldn’t be mesmerized.” 

then gojo hesitated on his next words as he let go of nanami’s face, “she thinks you’re handsome. or at least those were her drunk words, either way…she’s thinking of a good friend of mine rather than some bastard.”

nanami said nothing, catching a clue to what his friend might be proposing, after that gojo whispered once again into his ear, “call me and we can arrange something.” he then disappeared nanami’s side to be by yours, leaving the blond all alone, pondering. 

that conversation led to where you are now, stuck between the two gorgeous men. as your mouth wrapped around nanami’s hard dick while satoru teased with his gaunt fingers around your entrance, stretching you open. both men had no need to torment your clit or nipples. that job was well executed by the small rotor vibrators attached to you. the vibrations sending you uncontrollable pleasure to those sensitive áreas, weakening you with every passing second.

if it weren’t for gojo holding you in place on the low table, your body would give out straight away as the rotors kept your nipples and clit in a pleasure loop. muffled moans came from deep within your throat, sending shivers to the blonde man. wanting more, he reached out, grabbed a fistful of your hair and started to jerk his hips forward. 

“shit darling! you’re taking my dick so well.” your eyes flew to the back of your skull as your moans became gags. the corners of your mouth had streams of drool seeping over and the tip of your nose repeatedly hit nanami’s pelvis. 

gojo laughs, “of course she does, this little slut loves to take mine.” in a swift move he harshly imprinted his hand on your ass. 

you yelp at the sudden slap and tried so hard not to choke on the blond’s length. so you tapped on the hands that held your hair, telling him to let go. and so he did with care, undoing your mouth from his length, your tongue then traveled through his base, picking up drool and precum all the way to the tip. 

your doe, teary eyes met nanami’s as you smile, such sight enthralled him. with a messy mouth and crystalized eyes looking at him with such desire, he would take you right then and there. his brown eyes followed you every move as you turned your back on him to face gojo. 

“what the fuck was that?” you teased slowly as you removed the rotors from your body. your eyes filled with sudden amusement, it wasn’t the first time he had performed some form of mild impact play, but this one stung a little bit more than usual. 

“are you jealous?” you slithered your arms around the man and faced his ear as you whisper, “that i was gagging on somebody else’s dick than yours? you know we’ve never been exclusive…right?”

“that does not mean i still want that tight little pussy all for myself.” 

“well then, you better keep up with nanami.” your lips merged with satoru’s, a sense of ownership engulfing him as his lips kissed you in a desperate manner. your hand reached out to subdue the urgency of his forgotten cock. while your hand pumped onto gojo’s length your other one gestured nanami to approach you.

once you felt his hot breath linger around the base of your neck you guided your fingers towards your needy cunt, spreading your leaking lips apart. the blond gladly accepted such invite, ripping open the condom wrap, throwing the wrap away he placed the condom on his excited dick. his tip teased around the entrance of your folds, enticing you with each fluttering stroke.

your sopping walls wrapped tightly around nanami’s length while it plunged inside of you with ease. a sudden gasp interrupted your makeout session with satoru, nanami’s girth astounded you. weak moans started to seep out of you as nanami slowly thrusted his way in and out.

your lips then traced downwards flashing kisses from his jaw, down to his chest, abs then pelvis alongside pumping his cock rougher and faster as you went down. 

“the fuck? nanami i told you when we made the deal, you can’t fuck her!” gojo’s icy eyes stared down at the blond as he kept on slowly thrusting into you. 

“yeah, sorry man.” he mocked, drunk on ecstasy of how your walls squeezed on him, but before gojo could do anything you interjected. 

“le-ughh— let him.” with shaky words you voiced how you’d approved nanami’s actions. “it’s fineee-ahh!” nanami buckled his hips forward with more speed and force, making more prominent moans echo through the room.

“fine,” gojo’s low voice resonated, he then leveled to your height, “i’ll make you regret getting your pussy fucked by another guy sweet.”

“open your slut mouth for me, hmm?” looking up towards him, you lolled your tongue out, expectant. he then teased his dick around your mouth, smearing precum on your lips and smacking your cheeks with it until he finally let you take his length in your mouth with haste. “you needy little whore— are you enjoying getting fucked?”

both men started to simultaneously thrust inside you from opposite ends, not letting you for a second to answer coherently. only for the muffled moans and squeals to attest to a positive answer from you. gojo grabbed onto the back of your head as you started to suck him deep, nanami followed soon after on his end. the blond clutched onto your hips as he started to pound on you. the constant motion of pleasure sent your head into a fever. 

your juices began to flow down your thighs, adding more volume to the wet, slapping sounds that consumed the room. nanami became more vocal as bliss overran him. “s-shit, this pussy’s so good.”

every string of praise from nanami made your cunt leak further as gojo’s filthy words made your heart skip beats, you wanted to hear more. of how good of a cock sucker and fucker you were at the get go for both filthy rich men. gojo couldn’t get enough of your mouth, tits, ass and pussy. nanami however marveled himself in exploring every inch of you, begging for more. the lust of both men showed through them in the shape of grunts and stiff moans as they went faster.

“such a filthy whore, next time you’re taking both our cocks in that pretty pussy of yours.” you were a crying, drooling mess and imagining the scenario of gojo’s words made your insides flip and the orgasm brewing even further.

your mouth ached as you freed it from gojo’s dick, “cumming, i- i...” 

“go on darling, cum for us.” nanami adjusted his position as he was also close to cumming as well, taking a hold of your shivering thigh in the air, as he plunged himself deeper reaching your most sensitive area. 

“nana— mi so deep, so deep! yes...more…more!” your brain began to lose any sense of self as you only craved more from the blond’s erratic fucking. 

“want your cum.” you lolled out your tongue once more and took gojo’s length once more into your hollow mouth, bobbing your head fast and fisting onto what was left that could not fit.

“oh sweet, you have it” the silver haired man's head flew back as he reached out his own climax by your hands. silky, white strings of cum settled at the back of your mouth. you heartly swallowed every drop of his cum. removing his length from your mouth gojo mimicked what you had previously done to him, straightening your posture as he went down on your body kissing it.

nanami took advantage of your face now being close to his, “best cunt i’ve ever fucked princess, i would have you worshipping my cock day and night.” his husk words were what set your orgasm in motion while he kissed around the sweet spot on your neck. you began to spasm as your pussy swallowed him deeper, soon finding relief as he loaded the condom to the brim.  

after collapsing your orgasm, gojo cradled your body to his room. your eyes drooped, too tired to hang on as they sought for deep slumber. however, in the fleeting moments your eyes opened you saw how nanami followed closely behind both of you, half clothed. as the tall man laid you down on his fluffy bed he instructed nanami to keep you awake as he went out of the room to bring a damp towel. 

“gimme your phone” you breathed, the blonde romaged in his pocket and reached out his phone, giving it to you unlocked. with fading vision you typed in your phone number into his contact list. 

with what little strength you got left you cupped his cheek and pecked nanami on his lips, “call me whenever you want.”

im open to recieve submissions ! ㅤ ©killzenin

#anime x reader #jjk smut #jjk thirsts #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #cross posted on ao3 #this was so hard to write idk why :P #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #anime x y/n #anime x you #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami smut #nanami drabbles #nanami one shot #gojo x female reader #gojo x reader #gojo drabbles #gojo imagine #gojo smut #gojo x you #anime smut #gojo oneshot #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #finally leaving latam w these two's money🤞 🤭

[chosos-mascara]

megumi x reader fluff

(reader is sick and megumi comes to help)

you're sick.

it all started with a sore throat a few days ago, progressing into a sore throat and a cough - to where you are now. curled up in bed, a temperature and various annoying symptoms; you'd had to call in sick to work. after a long nap you woke up sweaty, but also, completely unaware of the time.

knocking at the door had caught you off guard, but you'd pushed yourself from the sunken mattress anyway (the shape of your body had been imprinted into the sheets) to peer through the peep hole. of course, it had dawned on you that the black head of messy hair had been anxiously waiting on the other side - you'd forgotten to tell him you were sick.

opening the door only slightly, you peered through the gap. you'd mentally cursed yourself for looking like such a state in front of a man you'd very much liked, but you sucked up all internal hate to hand him an explanation for your lack of responses all day.

"i'm sick, you should go." the sentence sounds almost comical with the nasal ring to it, a sniffle at the end becoming the cherry on top. megumi sighs, glancing toward you through the small gap. he raises his arms to reveal a bouquet of flowers, stern look on his face unfaltering when he speaks.

"just let me in, it's fine."

you think of a way to get him to leave, though with your eyes on the red roses he carries, you can't. you close the door to move the chain across, opening wide enough to reveal your dishevelled state.

you see his expression soften, all tension leaving his body. he must have thought you were lying to get out of the date, and seeing how smartly dressed he was, you'd felt a lot of guilt for cancelling, in the most real sense, at the last minute.

"go have a shower, i'll make you something."

megumi had only been in your house twice: the first time when picking you up for your first date, the second being the night of your third (and the following morning). today would've been your fifth, though now postponed.

"you don't know where anything is." you fought him weakly, leaning against the hallway wall. "i'll figure it out."

so, you do as he says, a warm shower and a change of clothes. when stepping out of the bathroom, your sinuses slightly clearer thanks to steam, there's a fragrance through the house as a result of whatever your date had been cooking.

moving toward the kitchen with small steps, you peer through the open door. the sleeves on megumi's turtleneck are rolled back to display forearms, and a few ends of vegetables sat beside a chopping board.

"what're you making?" your voice has a little more strength in it when you ask, though you're still as sniffly.

"soup."

you peer down to the saucepan, filled with a thin broth and vegetables, a few noodles surfacing when he stirs. glancing around the room, there's little mess - and by the window you spot the flowers he'd brought, now stood proudly within a vase.

"megumi, you didn't have to go through this trouble." a hand is placed on his back, a small rubbing motion, and megumi plays it cool despite the pounding in his chest at your touch.

"it's no trouble. sit down, i'll bring it out."

technically, you didn't miss out on dinner with megumi today. and, a week later when you arrive at his for your sixth date only to be met with a shivering body, you don't miss that one, either.

a/n: someone posted that there wasn't enough megumi fluff and as i am sick, this is totally self indulgent

#megumi fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff #megumi x reader fluff #fushiguro x reader #jjk megumi #megumi imagine #jujutsu megumi #jjk imagine #jjk imagines

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

The Sauna Test

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 4.1K

warnings: a little sexual, cursing, byers getting pissed off each second. should be all!

summary: theres a vent blocking your entrance. free ice cream should help.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

yall... im so sorry for the tension that will be growing from byers. shes stressed leave her be! im just using her as a voice of reason.

@alecmores​❤️

series masterlist / steve harrington

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You and the boys all fell asleep. Will was held in your arms and the little assholes slept in his room since you felt bad they would have to ride home in the rain. You weren’t able to sleep for a while after Will said he was back, and you know who he meant. You kept your arms tight around his shaking body through the night until you couldn’t push away the heaviness of your lids.

The brightness of your room pulled you from the few hours of sleep you could acquire. While rubbing a fist into your eyes as you stretched, you slowly came to life and realized Will wasn’t beside you. Immediately alert you hopped out of bed and rushed to his room, no one. The kitchen was next and still, no one. And not a peep from the living room.

Fingers started to curl into your bedhead as you walked back towards the kitchen and noticed a folded paper sitting on the wooden table. Bare feet on the cool flooring, you carried yourself closer and grabbed the paper, a note in messy handwriting.

‘went to the pool with mike and lucas. i’ll be safe.’

Your free hand sat over your palm as you closed your eyes and took steady breaths. Will is safe. The boys are safe. Everyone is okay.

You kept repeating these like a mantra that would come true if you said it enough times over and over like a wish.

The opening and closing of a door stopped your thoughts and you turned on your heel to see Steve walking towards you. He was dressed in his school gym shorts with a shirt almost classified to be a crop top. His biceps were tight against the seams and his body hair was dark against his skin which was gaining a golden glow from the hot summer sun.

Your heart started beating fast once again.

“Hey, you okay?” His hands grasp your upper arms as his eyes look over your body. All you could do was nod at the moment. Steve pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your cement-heavy limbs around his fabric-free waist.

You could feel the kisses he planted on your rain-soaked hair from the night before, and it pulled an idea from you. Pulling away enough so you could set your chin against his chest, you peered up with a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.

“What?” A smirk was forming on Steve’s lips, knowing that look all too well.

Pushing to the tips of your toes, jutting your face closer. Giving your lips just an inch of space as you whispered, “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Steve swept you off your feet, threw you over his shoulder, and rushed the both of you towards the tiny space. You let carefree giggles spill and Will’s note hit the ground, forgotten.

-

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they don’t want anybody finding it.”

Dustin paced back and forth as he reported what he found earlier this morning. You, Robin, and Steve all sat at the small table in the backroom. Robin playing with an ice cream scooper with Steve leaning back in his chair and twirling his hair around his fist. You had your arms crossed as they sat on the table, you just listened to this absurdity.

“So… even with the mention of this giant Russian and giant gun, you still want to find a way inside that room?” Head cocked to the side with a furrow to your brows.

The three of them got quiet at your question. And not the ‘Maybe (Y/n)’s right. This is a bad idea. No, it was a- “But there’s gotta be a way in.” Robin spoke up, answering the quiet.

Steve blew into his hat and threw it down, “Well, you know. I could just take him out.” He leaned forward. You had to withhold the smack to his head.“Take who out?” Robin teased him. “The Russian guard.”

You smacked him upside the head. Steve winched at the impact and held the back of his head, “What? I sneak up behind him. I knock him out and take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin reiterated. Steve stared him down, “Yes, Dustin. I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking.” He did a dumb walking gesture with his fingers. You ran your hands down your face.

“Well, please. Tell me this and be honest, have you ever actually… won a fight?” Dustin and Robin waited for the answer. Steve turned to you for a second and you already knew what it would be.Steve rolled his eyes, “Okay, that was one time-” 

“Twice. Jonathan. The year prior?” Dustin interrupted.“How do you know about that?” None of the kids were there. Dustin ignored you and Steve continued, “Listen, that doesn’t count.”

Dustin looked amused, “Why wouldn’t it? Because it looked like he beat the shit out of you.”

“That’s true.” “Hey-” “You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood…” Steve scoffed. “Could’ve been from the demo-”

Robin’s chair scraped the floor and she said, “That just might work.” Stopped Dustin and Steve’s bickering.

Robin darted from the backroom with her backpack and headed to the counter just to steal all the tips.

“Robin!” “Hey, Robin!” Both you and Steve called her. “Hey, what- what are you doing?” Steve tumbled through the door, you and Dustin just behind.

“I need cash.” She stated plainly. “Well, a quarter of that’s yours. Where are you going?” Shoulders slumping due to your friend stealing your hard-earned money.

“To find a way into that room, a safe way. So in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff.” And Robin darted off leaving the three of you behind the counter.

You hung your head as you leaned against the ice cream bar, blocking out the noise of Steve chiding Dustin over something. You had a terrible night and then an okay morning which then changed into a fantastic one. And the time spent until work was just as great with just the two of you in the empty house. The ride over was pleasant and the first hour of your shift was moving swiftly and then once Dustin came in talking about the Russians… it all came crashing down again.

“Baby,” Steve turned your face with the two fingers on your chin, “Come with me real quick.” And you almost laughed due to the innuendo your mind thought of. But you followed behind Steve, making sure that Dustin sat in the eating area.

Steve pulled you deep into the backroom, a little corner where you weren’t seen. And you were about to ask him what he was up to, but his lips pressing into yours stopped you quickly. Immediately, you indulge in the pleasure that always blocks everything out. Arms slid up and around his neck to keep Steve close as he pressed you to his chest. Digits twined dark brown strands around your fingers and gave light tugs that caused Steve to groan into your mouth and you just grinned at the melody. Soon, Steve’s lips left your lips and traveled to your neck and you sighed as you leaned it back and to the side for more room.

The dining of the front bell stopped the scene for you, but it seemed Steve didn’t care as he continued to nip at your pulse.

“Stevie…” Another ding, “Stevie… I gotta- I gotta go.” Another ding.

With Steve not letting up and your fingers still in his hair, you tugged harder than usual. His head leaned back and he wore a devilish smirk, “Oh… you like that don’t you?” You whispered as you gave a kiss on his Adam’s apple and left him to attend to the annoyed customer.

-

“Where the hell have you been? It’s been over an hour!”

Robin waved away your concern as she headed to the backroom where Steve and Dustin were already hanging out during his fifteen.

Seeing as the store was empty, you followed just a few steps behind your friend and watched as she pulled a rolled-up paper from her backpack. She pushed the boy's shoes away and spread what appeared to be blueprints for all your eyes to see.

“It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s office.” She smiled at the three of you. You were just confused about why she needed blueprints.

“Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints.” “Not bad,” Dustin noted.

Robin pointed a polished nail and you leaned forward. “So, this is us, Scoops. And this is where we want to get.” Index finger moving to the top of the paper, a random square room.

Steve shook his head, “I mean, I don’t see a way in.”

“There’s not if you’re talking exclusively about doors.” She pulled the top layer away and revealed a more detailed second page. “Air ducts,” Dustin voiced. “Exactly.” Robin walked over to the whiteboard and took the red marker. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way…” She circled the room and dragged the marker through the air ducts down to where Scoops was located. “Here.” Big circle around Scoops.

All eyes turned to the only air duct in the room. “Steve, why don’t you get the ladder and I’ll grab a screwdriver.” Giving your boyfriend a shoulder pat then disappearing to where you think the small toolbox is hidden. You came back after about five minutes with Steve standing at the top of the stool and a hand to the wall.

You passed the driver into his waiting hand, “Thank you, baby.” And Steve proceeded to work the screws out of the vent cover. He gave the tool back and pulled the cover off, “Flashlight.” Open palm up and Dustin set his bulky light into Steve’s palm. “Thank you.”

The yellow glow illuminated the silver of the metal lining. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.” You weren’t even looking into the vent and you could tell, it was too small for a growing Dustin.

“I’ll fit. Trust me. No collar bones, remember?” Taking his flashlight back as he and Steve switch spots.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin was taken aback. Steve hopped from the last step, “Oh, he’s, uh… Yeah, he’s got some disease. Chry, uh… It’s chrydo, um… Something. Yeah, I dunno.”

“He’s missing bones and stuff,” You simplified Steve’s stuttering for Robin. “Yeah. He can bend like Gumbo.”

You tilted your head at that. “You mean Gumby.” Robin corrected Steve. “I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” “Okay.” You and Robin lean against the counter and watch the two idiots. Steve put his hands on Dustin’s feet, his legs were pushed up and bent. “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.” “What?”

You couldn’t help the snort that pushed out your nose at their bickering. “Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Steve looked back at you and Robin, but the both of you just smiled and shrugged your shoulders. He sighed and reluctantly pushed his palms onto Dustin’s butt.

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!” “I’m pushing!” You hope no one could hear what was happening if there were customers.

Steve threw Dustin’s legs over one shoulder for a better angle. “You’re playing with my legs.” “I’m not playing, I have terrible footing.” Steve pushed at Dustin’s butt again.

Robin just shook her head in disappointment. “You put up with these two?” Head turned to the side, facing you. Your eyes were still trained on the two boys, Steve still shoving at Dustin’s butt as they yelled at each other. “Yep.” Popping the p. “But I also deal with five other kids, my brother, you, and Eddie. So I feel like I’m used to the chaos they cause.”

Steve shoved Dustin hard into the vent and you winched at the noise it caused. But Dustin insisted that he could fit, so they kept yelling and shoving. “One more time.” You heard Dustin.

You didn’t notice it at first, but then it happened again and again. Louder each time followed by a shout. Robin turned around first and then you did, eyes narrowing at the childish face you so wish to ban.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!” Erica yelled as she continued to ding the front bell. “Come on. Get over here and serve me some samples.”

The eye roll came naturally as you turned away from Erica and braced yourself to shut her down with customer kindness. But a hand on your bicep stopped you from walking away and you turned to Robin with a confused look. “What? Do you want to serve, her Highness?” Teasing was evident in your words, but it stopped when you saw the spark in Robin’s eyes that you didn’t like.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”She didn’t listen, “Hey, Erica. Can you come back here for a second?” You groaned, “Robin, that wording isn’t very work friendly.”

The back door swung open as Erica waltzed through like she owned the place. Her hands fell to her hips like she was bored already, “What do you need from me?”

Steve pulled Dustin out of the vent and they moved to the counter beside you and Robin with a defeated sigh. “Couldn’t fit,” Dustin muttered. “No shit, dipstick.” Steve countered.

Robin pointed at the vent, “Can you see if you would be able to fit in that vent?”

“Why?”

“Well tell you the reasoning after you’ve taken a look.” Dustin is very protective of his mission.

Erica looked at the four of you before shrugging and grabbing the flashlight from Dustin. She climbed the ladder slowly and then leaned forward to get a better view. She hummed after a minute and climbed down.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin posed the question in her laid-back manner. Steve turned to look at you with his arms crossed over his chest. You sent a side-eye before zeroing back to Erica. She laughed at Robin’s question, “I don’t have phobias.”

A huff from Steve, “Okay, well, what’s the problem?” And you already had a feeling what Erica was implying.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica.” There it was. And you knew exactly what her price was gonna be for her to help.

-

The nautical sailor music filled the parlor.

Five of you squished into a corner booth. Dustin and Robin are to the left of Erica with you to her right. Steve would join you just as he finished making the banana split she ordered. One of the many ice cream treats she requested and you made much to your annoyance.Steve sits beside you and slides the sundae over the table. Erica studies it for a second before nudging it forward. “More fudge, please. Go on.” Flicking her hand in her bossy manner. Steve turned his head your way, mouth firmly pressed and you could tell he was holding back choice words for the children present. Your hand fell to his thigh to give a reassuring squeeze before he reluctantly took the treat and headed back to the counter.

“All right.” Robin pulled the blueprint to point at her red markings, “You see this? This is the route you’re gonna take.” She flipped it to the other side, “Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight.” You turned to Erica as she spooned at her shake while Robin continued to talk. “Then you knock out the grate, jump down, and open the door.”

“Then you find out what’s in those boxes?” Erica butted in. “Exactly,” Robin confirmed.

“Mm-hmm. And you say this guard is armed.” Her eyes look between the three of you.

Dustin added, “Yes, but he won’t be there.”

“And booby traps?” “Booby traps?” You couldn’t help but parrot her question. She looked exasperated by having to explain, “Lasers, spikes in the wall?”

“This isn’t Indiana Jones. These are shitty Russians working out of a mall.” Getting a bit agitated as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the vinyl seats.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Dustin. “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment.”

“And I agree, but no one cares,” You couldn’t help but mumble under your breath.

Robin shot you a look then reassured Erica, “We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time-“ “Ah, ah, ah!” Erica waggled her finger in her face, “Child endangerment!” Emphasizing each syllable.

Robin groaned and Dustin gave his try. “Erica? Hi. Uh… We think the Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don’t you love your country?”

She huffed, “You can’t spell ‘America’ without ‘Erica’.” Then took a sip of her shake, loud slurping noises. You and Dustin both took a minute to digest her words. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, oddly that’s, uh, that’s true.”

You looked over at the counter to see Steve busy with customers that come into the store. His charming smile as he made light conversation with the younger kid leaning against the glass divider. His hat was still off his head allowing for his front pieces to curl towards his forehead, his best asset he always argued. As he cashed the kid out and they walked away, his eyes landed on you. A simple smile lightened your face as you sent a wave at him. He held up the banana split as he walked behind the counter.

“You know what I love about this country? Capitalism.”

Brows twitched in confusion as you turned to look at Erica who was looking at Dustin. “Do you know what capitalism is?” You wonder how she knows. Dustin replies, “Yeah.”

You and Robin also say yes, but Erica still explains. “It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all.”

Her face was smug knowing she was in the right. “So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I’m talking about free ice cream for life.”

She popped a cherry in her mouth and ate it as she, Dustin, and Robin all looked your way. Since you were assistant manager your word is law, not really, but it would hold more coming from you. The pouting and silent pleading from the two of them wasn’t doing much for you, you were completely fine not giving into Erica’s demands. But their faces changed and when you felt the seat dip you knew Steve joined your group and if you were to turn your head, his puppy dog eyes would stare down into your soul. God, he was your ultimate weakness and right now you hated him for it.

Begrudgingly as you squeezed your eyes shut while giving your face a scrunch, “Fine. Erica Sinclair has free ice cream… for life.”

-

The mall was closed, the sun was set, and you were camping on the roof waiting for Erica to climb through the vent system to enter a Russian room.Oh goodie.Robin clicked the button on the side of Dustin’s radio, “Erica, do you copy?”

“Mm-hmm. I copy. You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah. We’re in position. It’s all quiet here, so you've got the green light.” Robin with the radio, Dustin and his binoculars, with you and Steve squished between them. Your hands intertwined, more for you out of stress.

Erica radioed back, “Green light, roger that. Commence Operation child endangerment.” That just made you more stressed.

With you next to Robin, you pulled the radio towards you, “Can we maybe not call it that?” Erica only replied, “See you on the other side. Nerds.”

You groaned with your head falling to the border. Steve’s hand touched your back and rubbed circles along your shoulder blades. “It’s okay. We’ll get in and out, nothing dangerous.”

“Yeah, except we’re putting an eleven-year-old life in danger by climbing through the vents. I just know if her mom finds out, I’m in for it.” And Mrs.Sinclair was a nice woman but will put you in your place if her children are harmed.

No one responded to your comment, Steve only pressed a kiss to your temple and let it linger as he squeezed your clasped hands three times. “It’ll be okay.” He whispered.

“All right, nerds. I’m here.”

Robin clicked the side button, “Do you- Do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.” “Any guards?” “Negative.” “Booby traps?” “If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that.” Robin radioed back flatly. Within a few seconds, Erica called back, “I’m in.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to freak out. He ran a hand over his face and muttered, “Oh, God.”

All four sets of eyes watched as the metal doors opened outward with little Erica Sinclair strutting her way forward. She stood in the light with a hand sitting on her cocked hip as she yelled, “Free ice cream for life.”

It was a second before the four of you took the stairs down the roof and jogged to the metal room. The small square space was filled with brown packing boxes for different stores in the mall, Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes were the first two you spotted. Steve grabbed a knife and ripped it through the tape of an Imperial Panda.

Staring down into the box you were met with a metal container. Steve looked at everyone before grabbing the handle and giving it a hard twist, air hissed before he pulled the top off. Four more twist tops stood out with a bout of steam floating around.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food.”

He started to stick his hand inside before stopping and looking at everyone, “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” Robin and Erica moved closer to the wall.

You and Dustin stayed by Steve’s side. “Steve, I don’t think-“ “Baby, it’ll be okay.” Giving his comforting smile and you took three steps back.

Dustin stood his ground. “Dustin-“ “No.” Steve sighed, “Just… Just step back, okay?” A hand to his chest.

“No.” Steve raised his voice, “Step back. Seriously.” You reached for Dustin’s arm trying to pull him with you, but he was shaking you off. “No! No! If you die, I die.”

And it got quiet before Steve just shrugged. “No one is dying.” Needing to say it yourself.

Steve twisted a handle, more air hissing. He pulled the container up slowly and with all eyes trained you were greeted with the sight of some green substance that looked like it belonged in Gotham City.

“What the hell?” Steve whispered. And Robin asked, “What is that?”

Before any answer could drop from the sky, the room started to rumble and shake slightly. “Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin looked up as Steve still held the container.

“Booby traps,” Erica whispered.

The room shook again. “You know what?” Robin moved forward, “Let’s just grab that and go.” Taking the liquid from Steve.

Dustin moved to the buttons panel while Steve leaned back into the box. You could hear the repetitive tapping behind you. “Which one do I press, Erica?”

“Just press the damn button, nerd.” Always with a comeback.

Dustin sighed, “Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay?”

“Press ‘open door’.” “I’m pressing ‘open door’.”

Steve walked over, “Just open the- Press the other button.” And you watched as he tapped the same button.

“Out of the way so she can push the button-“ Robin tried talking over Steve and Dustin bickering. “Would you stop?” “I’m trying!”

Your body started to tingle and your breathing was slowly getting shorter. All the commotion with everyone yelling, the small room being locked closed, and potentially being found out was making you start a panic attack. And to make things worse you saw a double door closing and then the room dropped.

Lights were flickering and everyone was screaming. You dropped to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest as you closed your eyes and covered your eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Just repeating the one word and hope your heart doesn’t explode from the quick beating.

-

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[nerdieforpedro]

What do I tell you?

Lucian Flores x plus size female reader

This fic if for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 507

Summary: You reflect on your relationship with Lucian, what led the two of you here and how it's going.

Warnings: Angst, implied sexual activity, that gold chain, infidelity mention, Nerdie keeps seeing this man peep around the corner at random times

Notes: I was supposed to be working on another challenge but this happened. It's not beta-ed. It's a follow-up to a Lucian Drabble I wrote called "What I want from you." I'll do a third part because I can't leave it alone. 👀

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He asked you to marry him. To think about it, consider it. “Just if you ever wanted to. I know I always said I wouldn’t but for you I would. Just us side by side.”

It’s a promise that you’ve always hoped for, long before you married your ex-husband. Lucian’s doing much better now. His films are well received and profiting greatly. He also wanted you both in a new house, the one you were living in reminded him of the past. 

“I want to move forward with you. Forget everything, focus on me. On us.” His large hands cup your face and you look down at his chest, buttoning one of his favorite silk floral shirts. He was supposed to be gone an hour ago, but you walked out of the shower naked and enticed him. You found that Lucian couldn’t say no to you, especially when it came to sex, not that you would say no to him either. 

Your fingers ran along his trademark gold chain after you slipped a robe on and walked him to the door. His kiss was a promise to come back before he left to the car waiting for him. “You’re well worth the later flight cariño (sweetheart).”

These past six months Lucian always comes back to your home. Took you out to meals and on a few trips with one overseas. 

It was new and good, your ex-husband eventually stoped taking you places and going on more business trips alone. That’s why you allowed Lucian in, at least that’s what you told yourself. It wasn’t true, you’ve always wanted Flores. At different points, you didn’t think he wanted you as more than a friend, but then you both became more to each other. Neither of you were in the best of places to make it work. 

The night you first had Lucian within you again, it was at one of your husband’s functions. He wasn’t paying attention to you again, leaving you to flutter around the room and listen to idiot financial guys talk numbers that you didn’t understand.  You don’t know why Lucian was there, but he was.

Outside, slightly cool. The air electrified your skin as he held your leg up, your hands in his fluffy hair while your bodies rekindled their connection. Lucian had you keep your panties on and watched as you walk back over to your husband. Hair slightly messy, hickey on your chest - hidden under part of your dress and the indentations on your ass and the back of your legs from the siding of the house. “Mi chica sucía (my dirty girl).” Lucian called after you before going back to the party himself, you two exchanged numbers later, things continued from there. 

Now you feel you may be trapping him. Not that he knows. Ever since that party. When are you going to tell him? It can’t wait. 

Lucian Flores wants to marry you as you are now. He won’t want you to change, what will you do?

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[mercurygguk]

make you mine; drabble #4

➵ summary; taehyung and hoseok know jungkook hates sharing, causing the sight that meets them one morning to shock them more than anything.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

rating; G

wc; 1.2k

genre; slice of life au

warnings; none, slight comedy tho

a/n; fourth mym drabble🫢 i really love this one and the vibe of it so pls tell me what you think and make sure to reblog!! enjoy <3

The sweet, slightly burned scent of pancakes is what wakes up Taehyung on a Monday morning. Thankfully he doesn’t have any classes until noon so it doesn’t take long for him to get out of bed, heading out of his bedroom to see if there’s a pancake or two for him to eat as well.

He meets Hoseok in the hallway, that same curious glint in his eyes as they face each other. Hoseok was woken up by the scent of pancakes too.

Truth be told, their youngest roommate has been cooking an awful lot of pancakes lately – the main reason being the fact that he’s in love and pancakes happen to be his girlfriend’s favorite breakfast if there’s time for it.

Today seems like one of those days and Taehyung is thanking the gods above.

However, the sight that meets him when he enters the living room slash kitchen area of their 5-bedroom apartment has him halting in his steps. Hoseok bumps into him from behind, a grumbling ‘dude’ leaving him as he collects himself from the collision.

“Why did you stop? The pancakes are literally right there, man.”

Taehyung shushes him and points to the kitchen, muttering a low, “look.”

Hoseok peeps around Taehyung, following the line of his pointing finger. His eyes widen when he sees what caused Taehyung to stop in the middle of the living room. Right there by the kitchen island sits their roommate, shirtless with messy bed hair. Next to him sits his girlfriend of barely a month and a half.

The fact that she’s here and practically half naked is not the shocking part – no, the shocking part is the fact that she’s wearing Jungkook’s favorite hoodie and she’s eating strawberries off his plate. The worst part is that Jungkook doesn’t even swat her hand away, he just watches her with a lovesick, whipped smile on his face, laughing at her when she leans in and pecks his lips while also stealing another strawberry from his plate.

Jungkook is a man of many talents and qualities; however, sharing is not one of them. Taehyung and Hoseok’s youngest roommate hates sharing, like he absolutely hates it. You want to borrow a shirt? Forget about it, he won’t let you near his closet. You want to taste his food? Watch out, he’ll bite your hand off. Your booty call is sleeping in your bed and you don't want to sleep next to her? Too bad, it’s not Jungkook’s problem.

Sharing is not a word in Jungkook’s vocabulary and yet – there he is, letting her use his favorite hoodie and steal food off his plate.

Taehyung and Hoseok must still be asleep. There’s just no way this is reality.

“Alright, I gotta get dressed,” you speak before popping yet another strawberry from his plate into your mouth. Jungkook watches you as you jump off the bar stool, a small frown on his lips. You smile at him as you cup his face, leaning in to kiss his lips one more time before turning on your heel. Your smile widens when you spot Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Oh, morning, guys!”

They both smile awkwardly at you as you make your way towards Jungkook’s bedroom, still smiling at them as you pass by them on your way. Once you’re out of hearing reach, behind Jungkook’s closed door, Taehyung and Hoseok move out of their frozen spot by the couch.

“Dude, are you okay?”

The question rolls off Taehyung’s tongue before he can think about it, the tone of his voice sounding slightly worried as he plops down on the bar stool you were in previously.

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit together at his question, “what do you mean?”

Hoseok butts in, “oh, come on, can’t you see it? You’re letting her wear your hoodie, your favorite hoodie!”

The youngest shrugs, “so?”

“My god, you’re so fucking whipped,” Taehyung chuckles, “you never share anything with anyone.”

“What are you talking about? I share?” Jungkook frowns.

The exact same look Taehyung and Hoseok give Jungkook lets him know that they have a different opinion on that. But to be honest, Jungkook has no idea what they’re referring to. Jungkook knows how to share… right?

“Oh, yeah?” Hoseok scoffs, “remember last year when I ran out of clean hoodies and asked if I could borrow one of yours?”

Not a single sign of realization flashes over Jungkook’s face, causing Taehyung to sigh, “you went on a rant about how Hoseok ‘should learn to do the laundry once in a while’ instead of just borrowing him one of yours like everyone else would.”

“I’m-“ Jungkook tries to think of an excuse for that episode but nothing comes to mind. The only reason for him to not lend his friend a hoodie was the fact that Jungkook just didn’t want to lend his hoodie out.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“And there was that one time during freshman year where Jimin asked if he could have one of your fries,” Hoseok continued, a huffed laugh leaving him, “if only looks could kill… just saying.”

Jungkook sighs, “okay, fine, maybe I’m not big on sharing-“

“You don’t say.”

“Maybe?”

Taehyung and Hoseok mumble their responses under their breaths, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear them. He shoots them both a glare before continuing, “but what does that have to do with my girlfriend wearing my hoodie?”

“Nothing,” Taehyung shrugs, “other than the fact that you’re whipped for her and it’s disgusting to watch.”

Jungkook scoffs softly, taking a bite of his half-eaten pancakes, “are you sure you’re not just jealous?”

“Dude, you even let her eat your food- no one is ever allowed to eat from your plate,” Hoseok points out, gesturing to Jungkook’s breakfast. To prove his point, Hoseok tries to snatch a blueberry but he doesn’t get that far before Jungkook swats his hand away.

“Not if they like breathing,” Jungkook grumbles, glaring at Hoseok.

“And you just proved my point.”

Taehyung places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “Listen, we’re happy for you but we’re not gonna lie… it’s kinda scary to watch.”

“What’s scary to watch?”

All three of the guys jump in their spots at the sound of your voice. Now fully dressed to head to class, you step closer to Jungkook, smiling when he automatically wraps his arm around you to pull you closer to his side.

“You’re changing our son, ____, and we’re worried,” Taehyung frowns, wiping away an imaginary tear. Next to you, Jungkook sighs deeply.

“They think it’s weird that I’m letting you wear my favorite hoodie and steal food off my plate,” he explains, “I usually don’t share.”

A soft ‘oh’ leaves you as you glance at your boyfriend’s roommates. They jut out their bottom lips in pouts but it doesn’t faze you. You know they’re not actually worried, they’re just shocked to see that Jungkook likes sharing with someone who’s not them.

“It’s called girlfriend privilege, guys,” you smirk softly. “Look it up.”

Jungkook tilts his head once before nodding in agreement, feeling bound to agree with the truth. His friends are telling the truth, sharing really isn’t Jungkook’s strongest quality but when it comes to you?

He’ll share everything.

“And we as roommates have no privilege?” Taehyung asks.

“Nope.”

Jungkook grins when his friends groan softly, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“We did make you guys some pancakes though,” you butt in, “they’re in the oven.”

“Oh, thank god.”

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[bbybearcubbs]

New Neighbor - Nice To Meet You

〖Warning/s〗⪼ Lots of focus on Han's beauty (BEWARE - he's gorgeous), that's all tbh.

〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff ☑ Angst ☐ Suggestive ☐

〖Stray Kids〗⥤ Neighbor!Jisung x Reader

〖Status〗⥤ Ongoing {Word Count: 2K }

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Description: You recently moved into a new neighborhood. A wonderful house with rent so cheap it was too good to be true. You were really questioning whether life was playing with you because meeting Han Jisung also seemed to good to be true.

Network/s: @kflixnet

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Your new house was a two bedroom home with a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Granted it was a two story house with another home right above you. A simple example would be saying it was just 1 one story house placed on top of another.

You knew you'd have upstairs neighbors, which was completely fine with you. You just had to hope they would be respectful enough to acknowledge you lived downstairs and not to be too noisy. And it would seem your luck hadn't run out.

Your first month of living there and you didn't hear a peep from them. You had taken a small container of chocolate chip cookies upstairs to introduce yourself but they didn't seem to be home.

You tried again the next day but they weren't there either. Assuming they were just very busy and always out, you stopped going and eventually forgot about introducing yourself.

It'd been almost two months since you've been living there. By now you had completely remodeled the second room into a small studio for your streams and you'd actually forgotten you were supposed to have neighbors. They just never seemed to be home. Until today that is.

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I was in my backyard removing my dried laundry from the clothes line. My headphones were blasting Tomorrow by Together's most recent song "Do It Like That" which was a collaboration between them and The Jonas Brothers.

I was humming the song, completely ignoring the rest of the world around me. Once I was finished I picked up my basket of clothes, the song coming to an end. The familiar sound of the automated low power warning rang through my ears and I groaned looking up at the sky. Why did it need to charge now? I stood there for a moment taking in the beautiful view above me.

I slowly turned, wanting to get a full 360 view of the sky. It was beautiful today. Halfway around my eyes landed on the balcony above my backdoor. The one belonging to my upstairs neighbors. I stared for a moment, blinking away the initial shock of what I was seeing. There was someone up there. A man leaned against the balcony railings. He was very pretty, kinda beautiful actually and he was looking at me and waving.

I take off my headphones, dropping them around my neck. The man immediately spoke. "Can you hear me now?" He asked with a chuckle. His voice was soft but also deep. His voice is really nice.

"Oh I'm sorry! Were you calling me?" I asked, walking closer to the balcony. "Yes I was, only for a little while though" the man replied. I set my basket down at my feet and looked back up at him.

"You're my new neighbor right?" He asked, looking down at me. His curly brown hair falling over his eyes. Who's messy curls ever look that good? "I wouldn't say I'm new" I say sarcastically. "There's a slight chance I've been living here for almost two months" I add, sticking my thumbs in my jeans pockets. The man laughed, pushing his curls back with his hands. That was attractive. Why was that attractive? "Right, right" he says.

"So were you deliberately ignoring me when I came to your door or?...." I ask rocking back and forth on my heels. "What? No no- I wasn't at home" he exclaimed standing up straight. "I was on vacation the last 3 months'' he says and I let out a silent 'O' "So you weren't just super quiet" I said and the man laughed again. "I've been told I'm not the quietest person ever" he begins. "But I'm not horrible to live with'' he finishes with a smile. His eyes are smiling too, pretty...

I closed the door behind me when I got inside. My bedroom leads to the laundry room and the laundry room leads to my back yard. I open the door to my room and place the basket of clothes at the foot of my bed. I quickly plug my headphones in and place them on my desk.

I returned his smile without even realizing it. "I'll be the judge of that neighbor" I say, bending down and picking up my basket. "It's Han" I heard as I straightened up again. I look up and tilt my head slightly. "I'm Han Jisung," he smiles. "Y/n" I say smiling. "Nice to meet you Han Jisung" I grin before walking inside.

Just then the doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting anyone so I had who was at my door but I went to answer it anyway. "Coming!" I yell and open the door. "O-oh Hi" I was a little surprised to see Jisung standing at my door. "Howdy" he grins and I had to grip the doorknob tighter to stop from fainting. His smile is so much prettier up close.

"Can I come in?" He asks after an unnecessarily long moment of silence passes. "Yes- yeah come in" I stammer stepping to the side. Why am I so embarrassing? Jisung comes in and it's then I realize how much taller he is than me. I close the door and then turn towards Jisung.

"Woah…I love what you did with the place" he says turning to face me, staring down at me after doing a 360 scan of my home. "Thanks" I say, nervously scratching my neck, unsure what to do. "Can I?..." He asks and I follow his arm that's gesturing towards my couch. "Oh sure! Go ahead" I say. "Thanks!" Jisung says before dropping himself onto my couch.

"Woah…" he mumbles, sinking into the cushions. "Your couch is so soft" he says, sighing softly. "Yeah I know, this set is a gift from my granny" I say with a chuckle. Cute. "Your grandma has great taste" he says, turning his head to look at me with a laugh. I cover my mouth, laughing as well. He wasn't wrong.

Just then a bark was heard from my bedroom and my dog came running into the living room. He ran and jumped into Han's lap and started licking his face. "DINO!" I yelled, stumbling forward and scooping the dog off Jisung's lap. "I'm so sorry! He's usually friendly but never this friendly with strangers" I apologize to Jisung who only laughed in response.

"It's okay really, I love dogs!" He says and holds his arms out towards Dino. Dino had been whining and wiggling in my arms the whole time trying to get back to Jisung. Reluctantly, I placed Dino into Jisung's arms. Dino immediately started showering Jisung in puppy kisses, pawing at his chest gently, his tail wagging swiftly back and forth.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Is it you Dino? Yes it's you!" He cooed at Dino, petting him and ruffling his soft blond fur. Jisung would laugh whenever Dino barked in response. I couldn't help but laugh at the two's cute interaction. Dino never acted this way meeting strangers, he's friendly but usually still on guard sometimes.

"Do you have any other pets?" Jisung asks softly petting a now calm Dino. "I do actually, give me a second" I say leaving the living room and go to the door to the right of my bedroom. I open it and step into my studio. "Kit! Kit come here girl" I call out and shortly after my cat Kit, crawls out from under my desk.

She walks over to me allowing me to scoop her up into my arms. I go back to the living room and sit on my three seater couch opposite to Jisung who was still sat on my two seater with Dino now laying down at his feet. "This is Kit" I introduced him to her. "Kit this is Jisung, our upstairs neighbor" I say gently turning her towards Jisung.

Kit hates strangers, she doesn't even go to any of my family members unless I'm near. "Can I hold her?" Jisung asks and I shake my head. "Sorry, she really doesn't like strangers, people in general actually" I say not wanting to risk her hurting Jisung. "Oh alright, I understand. Hopefully she'll let me hold her one day?" Jisung asks looking at Kit who only curls up in my lap and turns her back to him.

Jisung and I share a small laugh before looking at eachother. Jisung is the first one to break eye contact by turning his head around and pointing towards my studio room. "Is it okay if I go look at that room? It looks different from how my old neighbors had it, if you don't mind" he asks. "Yeah no problem" I say. I guess he's just really curious.

I gently place Kit onto the couch and stand up, Jisung stands as well and follows me to the door. I go in and allow Jisung to step in as well. "This is my studio room!" I grin, happy to show off my stuff. Jisung's eyes and mouth widen. "Woah, this looks so cool, what do you do?" He asks, looking at my set up with curiosity and excitement.

"I'm a streamer!" I say striking a pose proudly. "Seriously?! That's so cool! One of my friends is a streamer too!" He says and I can't hide my excitement. "Really? What's his name?" I asked eagerly, hoping I would recognize his friend's name. "He goes by the handle CB97" Jisung says and I gasp. Wait. The CB97?

"Did you just say CB97?" I ask in disbelief. "Yeah, but he lets everyone call him Chris" Jisung says and I cover my mouth to hide my widening smile. "You're friends with THE CB97?! I love his streams and music so much!" I exclaim excitedly. "You know him?" Jisung asks seemingly intrigued. "Of course I do! He's literally one of my idols!" I explain proudly.

"Look I even have one of his character plushies!" I say going to the shelf to my left and taking the Wolfchan Plushie Chris recently released in his merch store. Without realizing it I begin to ramble about Chris and my love for his streams. In the middle of my rant I locked eyes with Jisung who stood just starring at me with a smile. "Oh my gosh- I'm so sorry! I started rambling- I'm so so sorry-" I apologized.

"No it's okay, you seem excited to talk about it so I don't mind listening" he says and I feel my heart stop for a second. Did he just say he doesn't mind my rambling? What the actual heck? "O-oh…T-thanks" I say avoiding eye contact with him. "It's cute seeing how excited you got over my buddy's music" he adds and I choke on air. Cute? Did he just call me cute?

Just then Jisung's phone started ringing. He looks at the screen before looking back at me. "Can I take this?" He asks and I nod. Still too shocked by what he said before to properly process anything else. "Thanks!" He says and steps out of my studio. After a little while Kit comes into my room and rubs herself on my feet. "Kit he called me cute" I say softly, smiling down at her.

Kit meows, rubbing her cheeks onto my legs more. I squat down and pet her, smiling to myself without realizing. She's so cute. "Hey Y/n" Jisung calls coming back to my studio door. I look up at him, still on the ground petting Kit. "I'm sorry but I gotta go meet a few friends somewhere" he says and I nod. I pick up Kit and stand up, looking at Jisung.

"Well take care, tell them your new neighbor says hi" I chuckled. Jisung smiled, chuckling lightly. A few seconds of silence pass with Jisung looking as if he wanted to say something. I was about to say something when he spoke "Can I…Have your number?" He asks sheepishly. I swallowed the squeal in my throat and nodded. "Sure" I say taking his phone that he had stretched out for me to take.

I punched in my number and gave it back. "You can choose the contact name" I say and Jisung looks as if he's pondering over what name to give me before his face lights up and he quickly types in a name. Curiosity got the best of me and I leaned forward to see what name he'd given me. But before I could see Han pulled his phone away and locked it.

I looked at him confused and a little shocked. He smiled cheekily before speaking, "Nope! It's a secret" He smirks and I stood there still stunned with Kit in my arms. Just then Dino came into the room, standing beside Jisung. "Oh come on" I whine playfully and Han laughs making me laugh too.

"I gotta get going" Jisung says once his laughter calmed down. "Alright" I say smiling and walk him to the door. "It was nice meeting you Y/n" He says as he leaves. "Same to you Jisung" I replied and closing the door behind him. Before it closes completely Han turned around and winked at me with a grin before turning back towards his car.

Once the door was closed I turn around and lean against it holding my heated face. Did he just wink at me? What the heck Han....I shook my head, trying to get the image out my mind. I finally decided to head back to finish sorting through my laundry.

I couldn't stop smiling and chuckled softly to myself while in my room. Dino hopped onto my sat beside the pile of clothes I'd folded. "I mean he is pretty cute" I giggle petting Dino and he barks happily. I giggle at the action before finishing folding my clothes, smiling softly.

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New Neighbor Masterlist°

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[invisibleraven]

"You still sleep with a stuffed animal?" Sweet tarts

Carrie let the smile slide from her face as the door to the hotel room closed behind her. Finally alone. She all but ripped the pink wig from her head, tossing it on its stand, and made quick work of getting out of her Pink Candi garb, and washing the make-up off.

Becoming Carrie Wilson once more.

Carrie who wore comfy clothes and wore her honey blonde hair in a messy bun with a clean face. Carrie who ate junk food while watching trashy TV. Carrie who wasn't an international pop sensation with demands for her time and talent.

She knew it had been what she wanted-the fame, the adoration. And she had done it without her father's name or money, even if no one knew who she was. Performing behind a moniker had it's own cost, but it meant she got a private life, and no one accused her of being a nepo baby.

But it was also exhausting, living a double life, on top of being famous and maintaining relationships with people who only knew one side of her. Thus her being glad for a reprieve for tonight-a night in, even if it was in a hotel.

Only her peace was broken by a knock on her door. Carrie scowled, and peered through the peep hole, sighing with relief when it was only Reggie. He was her oldest friend, and technically her assistant, even if he moreso functioned as the one keeping her sanity intact.

"Hey Reggie," she said opening the door. "Please tell me there's nothing going on that requires me leaving this room."

"Just wanted to go over the schedule for tomorrow," he said with an apologetic smile. "But I brought you snacks." He held up a bag full of her favourite bars, chips, and candy, so he was automatically forgiven.

"You may enter," she said, waving him inside and closing the door behind them.

Reggie whistled as he took in the suite. "Nice digs."

Carrie shrugged, each hotel room seemed to blend together this far into the tour. The same stiff mattress, the same smell of industrial detergent, the same luxury chocolates on the pillow. All it really did was made her long for her home back in Malibu.

"And who is this?" Reggie asked, picking up the small bunny that had been nestled amongst her pillows. "You still sleep with a stuffed animal?"

Carrie snatched the bunny back, holding it to her chest. "Shut it."

Reggie stifled a laugh as he sat on her bed. "Carrie, you know I, of all people, am not going to judge you. I wear cartoon jammies and half my boxers still have superheroes on them."

Carrie wrinkled her nose at that, but then laughed. "Fine, this is my bunny that my dad bought me after he adopted me. I've had it all my life. It's a little reminder of home, of who I really am when the whole Pink Candi thing becomes too much."

Reggie sobered at that. "Yeah, I get that. It must be hard to be a secret to everyone."

Carrie sat down next to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Harder than you know."

"Well I know my opinion doesn't mean much, but I always prefer the real you," he whispered, tangling their hands together.

"It means so much," she replied, though it was so quiet and soft Reggie had to strain to hear it.

"How about we forget the schedule and pig out while watching Queer Eye?' he suggested.

"That sounds heavenly," Carrie admitted. "Go get your jammies on, we'll make it a real slumber party."

Reggie gave her a salute and took off, coming back a little later in his Star Wars pyjamas and holding a stuffed Chewbacca doll. "I figured your bunny could do with some company."

"You dork," Carrie said over a stifled giggle.

Reggie grinned. "You love me regardless."

Carrie softened at that. "Yeah, I really do."

Reggie blushed, and then coughed, turning on the television, opening the bag of treats. "Come on, let's get our slumber party on."

Carrie nodded and sat next to him, pulling out a bag of Skittles while Reggie chose the chocolate covered pretzels. Neither said anything as they drifted closer and closer as the snacks dwindled or how they were pretty much in each others arms as their eyes drifted closed.

Carrie just knew when she woke up snuggling Reggie, their stuffed animals sitting on the pillow above their heads that she had never slept better. And when he opened his eyes, a soft smile on his face, she finally saw everything clearly.

And he saw her right back.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

[sparklemichele]

Stubborn

“You have put me in the most impossible position the past two years, Y/N!!” your brother Kelvin shouted at you.

“Lower your voice before you wake up Nemma!” you harshly whispered at him. As soon as the words left your mouth you heard your daughter start to fuss over the baby monitor. You gave your brother a stern look and went to check on your baby girl. Kelvin sighed in frustration and sat down on your couch. You walked back into the living room holding Neema trying to soothe her.

“Kelvin, if I wanted him to know I would have told him.” You sat next to your brother.

“He has a right to know he’s a father. He has called or text me at least every other day begging me for your number or any info. Do you know how hard it has been not to tell him? He’s, my friend.”

“I’m your sister and I asked you not to tell him anything and I want you to continue to respect my wishes. He doesn’t need a child in his life right now. He is about to become an huge star.”

“That is up for him to decide. I’m telling him in Cannes and that’s final.” Kelvin stood up and looked at you with his mind set. You couldn’t argue with him anymore because you saw in his eyes, he was dead set on doing what he said he was going to do. You sighed as Kelvin leaned over and kissed his niece’s cheek and your cheek.

“I love you, sis.” With that Kelvin was out the door to catch his flight to Cannes, France. You sat on the couch stunned and scared of what was to come.

For the past three days your brother refused to answer your calls. It was frustrating because you weren’t just calling for personal reasons but professional as you were his assistant and had work related information for him. Calls from casting directors were picking up since he was cast as B.B. King in the movie Elvis, and you needed to relay info to him but he left you no choice but to leave him detailed information on his voicemail. You kissed Nemma’s chubby cheeks as you dressed her for bedtime when you heard your doorbell ring. You frowned because you were going to be pissed if it was a salesperson. Hopefully it was your Amazon packages as the app did say they were a few stops away.

 You picked up Nemma, walked to your door and peep out the peephole.  You gasped and stepped back when you saw who was on the other side of your door. Fuck! Fuck! Dammit Kelvin!

 You just stood staring at the door when Nemma began to get fussy and cry out.

“I know you are in there Y/N! Open the door!” His deep, sultry voice carried through the door. You started to panic because you literally had on an old Metallica t-shirt with black boy shorts and your long braids were tied up in a scarf. You looked a hot mess. You shifted Nemma to your left side and slowly open the door. There he stood looking tired, but amazing. His light blue jeans and red t-shirt were wrinkled, his dirty blonde hair was messy and all over his head. Beside him were a large suitcase and a carryon bag. You realized he must have flown straight from Cannes.  

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Dumb question.

Austin just stood there staring at Neema. You didn’t know what to do or say, so you just stood there also and then you notice his eyes fill up with tears.

“Why?” his voice was soft and full of hurt. You felt as if someone punched you in the gut. Maybe you made the wrong decision in keeping it from him that he had a child. You thought it was for the best after all it was just a one night stand you both had in Australia. You were with your brother on set and even got to play an extra in the movie. One night you, Austin, your brother, and a few others were in  Alton Mason’s hotel room drinking and having a good time. Everyone tested negative for Covid that morning, so no one was worried about being in the same room. Now you were not going to lie and say you didn’t find Austin extremely attractive as soon as you laid eyes on him and per your brother, he felt the same. So, after a night of drinking, you found yourself in his temporary home that night waking up in his bed with a splitting headache and your core aching. He fucked you hard that night. He was still sleep and you let yourself out and found your way back to your hotel. It was your brothers last scene so you both were on a plane back home within hours. Your brother knew you were with Austin that night and you asked him if Austin called looking for you not to give him your number. You didn’t want to date an actor, you dealt with enough of them working for your brother. When you found out you were pregnant you kept it from your brother as long as you could even though he kept telling you Austin was calling him asking for you. Why was he so relentless it was just a one-night stand……wasn’t it?  

You stepped aside to let Austin in…what else were you going to do. Austin grabbed his luggage and walked into your home. Damn he smelled good. He sat his luggage by the door. Turned around and looked at you as a tear rolled down his face. You quickly walked over to your coffee table and grabbed him a Kleenex.

“I’m sorry.” You told him as you handed it to him. That was all you could think of to say.

“I tried Y/N, I tried so hard to find you, but you didn’t want me?”

“I thought it was for the best at the time. I don’t know what else I can say….I’m truly sorry Austin.” As you watch him stare adoringly at his daughter you were truly apologetic for your actions toward him and to Neema for missing out on being with her dad the first year of her life.

“We have a lot to talk about, but I want to hold my daughter now.” Austin wiped his face of tears; you handed him his daughter and grabbed his tissue to throw away. When you came back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch holding her staring at her with awe. She was beautiful. She had his dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes with a dark tan complexion. She was the spitting image of you and him both.

“I can get a DNA test if you want.” You told him sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Austin’s head snapped up looking at you with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Did I ask for one?” his voice was raised.  

“Okay…Okay…” You shrunk back into the couch feeling like an idiot. “Austin I-”

“Don’t Y/N…just don’t. You have no idea the feelings I have for you and if you speak now, I might say something that will hurt you.”

You were shocked. “Austin it was just one night.” You didn’t mean what you were saying.

“It was more for me and obviously it wasn’t just one night. We have a child together! I can’t possibly love someone so heartless.”

Love!

“Love?”

Austin sighed, he looked so defeated and mentally tired. “Yes, Y/N. I love you and you have no idea what I have been through the past two years. Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same cause when we were together that night, I know we both felt it. I wasn’t fucking you Y/N, I was making love to you. I know it scared you. That’s why you ran away and why you kept Nemma from me. Don’t feed me that bullshit about not wanting to date actors like Kelvin says. I’m not just some random actor. I’m the father of your child.”

You looked at him dumbfounded as realization washed over you. You knew it, you been known but you kept denying it and burying it deep down. You did love him. You loved him the moment you laid eyes on him on set. Austin leaned down and kissed Nemma on the lips and looked back up at you.

“Tell me Y/N.”

You sat staring at him.

“Your brother said you were stubborn, but this is at a level I have never seen.”

“I love you.” You felt a wave of relief wash over you. A beautiful smile spread across Austin’s face and you thought your heart stopped.

“I know.” He winked at you. “She’s asleep.”

Nemma had fell fast asleep in Austin’s arms so quickly. She never went to sleep so fast for you. She was already a daddy’s girl.

“Can I put her to bed?” He asked standing up holding Neema tight.

“Of course.” You escorted Austin to Neema’s nursey and as he tucked her in her crib you cut on her baby monitor. You waited by the door as Austin stood and watched his daughter sleep. Not wanted to hover you went to your bedroom to cut on the camera to the baby monitor by your bedside table. You turned around to find Austin at your door. Before you could say anything, he walked up to you and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You were breathless as his kisses rained down your neck. Austin lightly bit your neck and looked up deeply in your eyes.

‘We still have a lot to talk about, but first I’m going to make love to you like I’ve been wanting and craving to the past two years. Now take off your clothes.”

Without hesitation you did as you were told.    

@kmhappybunny240 @virgosapphire79 @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @shaylock89 @titty-teetee

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler!blackreader #austin butler x black reader #austin butler x reader #woc representation #Austin butler x woman of color #black fandom writers exist

[liiilyevans]

Singer/Band AU

Part 4. Peep under the cut for a surprise.

When Harry heard his phone ding and read the message, the first word out of his mouth was 'shit.' He wasn't anywhere near ready to host a guest. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. After quickly buzzing the front desk and asking them to let Ron's little sister in, Harry quickly snatched his old plaid blanket off the loveseat and raced back to his bedroom to throw it on the bed. Then he closed the door. She didn't need to see what a mess his room was.

Not that his work space was any better.

He and Ron still lived in a little flat just outside of Dover. They'd looked for other places now that they could both afford it, but nothing had ever come of their search. Ron wanted to be close to his family, and Harry was not about to leave this flat as long as his best friend wanted to room with him. He figured that he only had so much time left before Ron and Hermione moved in together, shagged til she got pregnant, and popped out two point five kids.

The front room was one half living room and kitchen and one half studio. His keyboard was stuck in the corner across from the door while his guitar rack, sporting only three guitars currently, sat to the right of it. On the left side was his desk, cluttered with lyrics ideas, his desktop and two monitors, and what seemed to be a week old sandwich. Quickly, Harry snatched that and dumped it into the trash. The rest of his equipment was to the left of the desk; two mic stands and two microphones, headphones hung over the mic stand, a seat for when he played guitar, some cables running to his computer, and a partition to keep the acoustics sounding crisp when he sang or played.

Besides his desk, his studio area was mostly clean. The rest of the flat on the other hand was a mess.

Hurriedly, he scooped the trash off the counter and shoved it into the already full trash can. Then he grabbed the blue blanket sitting on the old love seat and quickly folded it, his aunt's voice shrilly ringing in his ears about making the place presentable. Everything still looked old and splotchy and like something you'd expect to see from someone who was just getting started in the music industry, not someone who'd been working at for four years and was successful.

That was when Harry heard the knock on his door.

After brushing his hands off on his sweatpants, which he realized he should have changed out of if he didn't want to look like a bum, he pulled the door open. Ginny Weasley was standing there looking up at the top of his door frame, probably at his and Ron's initials Hagrid had carved when he thought that they were moving out. Hagrid must have thought that if he put those there the boys couldn't leave.

Her eyes fell to his then, and Harry deeply regretted not putting more effort into his appearance. She was wearing denim shorts with a striped shirt tucked into the waistband. She also had an oversized denim jacket on. Her hair, similar to Ron's but not quite as orange, was pulled into a ponytail, allowing Harry to get a full look at the constellation of freckles across her nose and checks and her big brown eyes. He hadn't expected her to be this pretty.

"Hi," she said easily. "I'm assuming you're my brother's roommate and not a dumb thief who decided to open the door of the flat he's robbing."

If Harry hadn't been so shocked by her statement, he would have laughed.

"Yeah, I'm Harry," he said, stepping aside to let her in. Nervously, he ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Nice flat," she said before dropping her bag into the only chair he and Ron had. Her eyes immediately snagged on the equipment on the other side of the room, and Harry immediately felt self-conscious, a remnant he'd tried to smash from his childhood. Realistically, he knew that she was the one who should be nervous since he'd been doing this for a while, and she was relatively new to all this. However, none of the people he'd worked with had been in his flat before.

This was his personal space where he decompressed, where he knew that he could write trashy lyrics that didn't have to be perfect because no one was going to see them. It was home and only two people had shared that with him. When Ron mentioned his sister, Harry figured it would be alright to let her in here since she was his best friend's sister, but now, he felt exposed.

"Do you mind?" she asked, pointing to his acoustic Martin.

And, yes, Harry very much did mind, but something in the tilt of her head reminded him of Ron and so he shook his head no.

Ginny beamed and picked up the guitar. Harry thought it was about the brightest smile he had ever seen. After sitting down on his playing stool, she started to strum out a rhythm, which Harry quickly realized was to The Woods. He was slightly impressed that she had been able to pick up the chords just from listening to the audio recording he'd sent her.

"It's supposed to be a G there instead of an F sharp," he said when he heard the slight turn in what she was playing. A easy mistake to make if you were only playing by ear.

Ginny easily corrected herself and continued to strum, unbothered that she'd gotten something wrong. Harry wondered if she was just that confident or if she took criticism well. After a few more run throughs, Ginny stopped playing and offered the guitar to him. Thankfully, Harry took it, relief filling his chest and uncoiling his shoulders.

"Are you going to be this awkward the whole time?" she asked, her nose scrunching up.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to be this sassy the whole time?"

"I prefer sarcastic," Ginny said. "Sassy's a little demeaning, don't you think?"

Harry didn't have an answer for that. Instead, he just strummed his guitar for a few moments before he picked up where Ginny had left off.

"So, how does this work?" she asked.

"What?" Harry said absently, still trying to work out the ending melody.

"This whole collaboration thing," she said. "I've never really done this before." She said it casually like she was learning to swim or something equally as trivial. "I've only ever played with a band before and they've offered suggestions, but I've never sat down and written with someone."

"Who worked on your EP then?" Once it was out of his mouth, he realized how it sounded; like she couldn't have possibly written it herself. Shit.

"I did," she said, her eyes blazing. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Harry winced. "That came out wrong." He stopped strumming and leaned across her to grab the lyrics he'd been working on. The smell of honeysuckle filled his nose. "These are the lyrics I've been working on." He handed them to her then grabbed a pen and handed her that as well. "Feel free to mark them up."

He moved over to the loveseat to put some distance between himself and the redhead, who looked like she still might throttle him. While she looked over the lyrics, he started to strum out the melody again. He could hear her quietly humming as she nodded her head along to the beat.

"Maybe replace 'what' with 'the things'," she said. "I feel like that's more concrete." Then she opened her mouth and sang the line. "There ain't no language for the things I've seen." Her voice was gritty and textured, just like Harry remembered it from her concert. She wasn't a smooth singer, though he was certain she could sing the notes clearly and cleanly if she wanted to. Her voice had character.

"I like that," he said. "Mark it up." She seemed surprised, but began to cross out and write in her change. She probably wouldn't have looked so surprised if she knew he kept all his first drafts on his computer and that version was just a copy.

"This next part," she said, pointing about halfway down the page. "Is this a verse?"

"Chorus," he said, changing the to the chorus melody.

She hummed. "Maybe speed that up?"

And so they went, back and forth, Ginny asking questions and Harry answering anything she asked about the song. When they were done, Harry was fairly confident that they were close to being able to record a demo. Ginny was standing up and stretching when Ron came in, dunking under the doorway.

"What the fuck?" Ron said, his eyes widening as they landed on his sister.

"Nice to see you, too, Ronald," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming over," he said. "Have you been working on music?"

"No, just our making out skills," Ginny said.

Ron sputtered, his ears turning red.

This time Harry did laugh at her humor.

She grabbed her bag and waved. "See you later, Harry."

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hp #harry potter au #band au #to all the TS fans reblogging this #i see you #and i love it #make sure to check out my band au tag #for all parts #i have also added my new obsession #daisy jones and the six #if i say something that is completely wrong about music #ignore it #i did a google search but i'm not sure how accurate it was

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Cold Brew - (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!barista!Reader)

part three ☕️ part five ☕️

i'm nervous about posting this after months of no updates. also, hayyyy peep my canva hearder lmao. i couldn't keep searching for gifs i hadn't used yet so i was like, fuckit. let me dip my toe in canva. also, excuse the exaggerated depictions of what caffeine does to a mf. it's all for funsies. if you relate to the way the barista or Adrian reacts to coffee, then, like, yikes. i'm so sorry.

Summary: Dates and darts and secrets. A new coffee drink. Small prickles of jealousy, and an appearance from Vigilante himself.

Warnings: 18+ !!!!!, no Y/N, hair mention, assault (not graphic, but there nonetheless), graphic depictions of violence, blood, rape mention, alcohol consumption, bad relationship with parents. several mentions of peacemaker (whatever could THAT be about 🤔) possibly OOC. not beta read. i open the google docs the following day and catch all my typos and bad sentences in horror all on my own

and--this is important, to me--brief gender talk (reader now has established she/they pronouns). i hope this doesn't deter anyone, as this is something i added to the story for me, but i would understand if you want your reader-inserts to be a complete blank slate, pronouns included. i apologize if this alienates anyone.

Word Count: 6.78k

The plastic cup sitting on Adrian’s nightstand steadily grows fuller with mementos from spending time with you. 

Movie tickets from some horror movie that had you giggling nervously as you gripped the sleeve of his sweater in fear. (He didn’t think it was that scary. But he still liked the physical reminder that you felt safe with him.) 

A d20 die--black, the inlaid numbers neon green--that you used to roll your first natural 20 in the Dungeons & Dragons one-shot he set up for just the two of you. It was after hours, in the cafe. Your eyes had widened in pleasant surprise, the grin stretching your face into brilliant exuberance as your successful roll snuck your half-elf ranger past some guards to rescue another NPC.

Receipts from fast food places you had grabbed a bite to eat at, each one crumpled and special. He had hastily stuffed them in his pockets each time, even insisting on paying for most meals so you had no reason to keep any of them yourself. You looked at him funny the first few times but acquiesced. 

(His favorite receipt was one you convinced him to let you hold for the night. When you returned it to him, there was a messy scribble of a smiling face, round and cute with big circles for glasses, and soft swoops of curls on the forehead. “Is this supposed to be me?” he had asked. You smiled and nodded, demeanor suddenly quieting. “Yeah. Hope you like it.”)

(He adored it like he never adored anything before.)

This clear plastic cup, with his name written on it and a growing treasure of trinkets, is the first thing he looks at when he wakes up in the morning, putting on his glasses. It’s the last thing he gazes at when he drifts off into sleep, limbs aching and heavy, both from standing on his feet all day as a busboy and from scouting the nights as Vigilante.

Adrian never considered himself the religious sort (and maybe Peacemaker was the closest he’d ever come to worshiping anything), but hell if looking at his name in your handwriting (with a heart dotting the ‘i’) doesn’t invigorate him the way a prayer might.

If you are not making out in Adrian’s car, you’re making out at the cafe, after hours. Sometimes during lunch. You latch onto each other with the sticky brazenness of horned up teenagers. 

You cannot invite Adrian into your home. He understands your parents wouldn’t be too thrilled if you two were to hole up in your room. He doesn’t fully comprehend why, though -- something about how you barely talk to them? Offhand comments about avoiding them, without any explanation as to why. 

He cannot invite you into his apartment. Something about a roommate that doesn’t like guests over.

(Adrian doesn’t have a roommate. He just worries you’ll stumble upon his secret somehow--the ammo. The blades. The helmet with the sick prescription visor).

It was a lie he told as badly as any other: 

“Yeah, my roommate's a huge germaphobe. He doesn’t like it when people come over and contaminate his living space.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Not- not that you’re dirty, or anything. I mean, based on the things you do to me in my car, you’re a little dirty-” he chuckled here, eyes closing briefly. You had just rolled your eyes and walked away, at that point.

You have the good grace not to push further at the time (you didn’t even necessarily push to begin with- Adrian is just compelled to explain himself whenever he feels threatened the truth about Vigilante is about to be revealed).

Adrian delusionally thinks that he’s getting good at lying since you do not question his stories.

(Really, though? You’re scared of finding out whatever secrets Adrian may be keeping. Worried it might be something that will shatter this perfect, precious thing you have. The only thing keeping you sane; keeping your head bobbing just above the cold, crushing waters of depression.)

Adrian comes up with a way to show off his killer sharpshooter skills without having to bring you deep into the woods where he does some of his target practice with Peacemaker. He takes you to a bar downtown, one that doesn’t really scream ‘bring your date here!’, but at least has darts and billiards and half-decent bar food. 

He carries two beers over to the high-top where you’re seated towards the back, scrolling intently through your phone. Shoulders hunched. It is only once he places the drinks down, signaling his presence, that the tension in your shoulders loosen, and your face opens up to him in a warm, gooey smile. 

(Your smile isn’t gooey, necessarily; more like, it turns his insides gooey. Weirdly. But not unpleasantly.)

Adrian situates himself on the stool across from you, noticing the grimace you make after taking the first sip of your beer. 

“I thought you said you like beer?”

Your face scrunches up as you settle the glass back onto the sticky surface of the table. “I said I don’t mind it. Still tastes kinda gross, though. Like piss.”

Adrian blinks, startled. “You know what piss tastes like?” 

The question comes out louder than intended, drawing some attention to your table. He can’t help it. He doesn’t want to judge you, but he wouldn’t be too pleased if it turned out he’s been swapping spit with someone that knows what piss tastes like for some weird, fetish reason.

“No, you ass,” you grit out, the glare you send him softened by the clear amusement in your trembling lips. “I’m just saying. Like, the general aroma of beer is very. Piss-like.”

“Oh, okay,” he shrugs, relieved. “Well, this is a bar, you know. They have other drinks.” Adrian lifts his own glass to take a sip. The entire time, he’s careful to keep his arms off the table. The hand not holding his drink rests on his lap. It’ll drive him crazy later if he comes across any sticky spots on the sleeves of his sweater. 

You grin and roll your eyes at him, like he told a joke. “I know they have other drinks here, Adrian. I just…” your gaze falls to the space between you before you continue: “I haven’t really drank much since coming back. I’m worried that anything other than beer might, like, awaken something in me.”

Adrian’s eyes widen behind his glasses. “Ooh, why? Are you a mean drunk?” One of the line cooks at Fennel Fields is a mean drunk. His mom used to be a mean drunk, but then she stopped drinking.

You snort. “No.” But then pause. And then blink. And the amused tone of your voice becomes more uncertain. “I mean, I don’t think I am. I didn’t used to be.”

“Well, in any case,” you shrug, “I don’t wanna find out tonight.” 

Adrian watches as you lift the beer back to your mouth, taking a bigger sip this time. The way the rim of the glass presses to your lips (lips he still can’t believe he gets to kiss!). The sweet swell of your throat as you swallow (which he gets to kiss, too, and enjoys the quiet noises you make when he does so). It all has him gulping himself, eyes still glued to your face.

And, look- okay, he knows he has a bit of a staring problem. But usually, at this point of knowing someone, they would tell him to cut it out, it’s creepy or something equivalent. But you haven’t seemed to mind so far. You even smile at him, sometimes, like you’re sharing a secret. 

It still baffles him, that you smile like that at him. That you willingly spend time with him, even in a place like this with its murky yellow lighting and beer-stench on every surface. He texts Peacemaker about it every now and then (despite the whole being in prison thing), about how he gets to make out with the hottest girl he’s ever seen- except, wait, is that even right?

He realizes you’re asking him a question. “Huh?”

“Can we get french fries?” you repeat, mouth still hovering just above the rim of your glass. Eyes glittering in the crappy bar lighting, voice small like you’re worried he’ll say no. 

As if he could say no. Like, why would he? “Yeah, sure,” he responds. “The wings here are pretty good, too, if you want. Bar food makes beer taste better, at least.” 

When you perk up at his answer, he feels like he’s won something. Which is why he hesitates before speaking again, afraid he might ruin the moment.

“Hey, can I ask you something? And please don’t get mad,” he rushes to add, eyes growing big.

You stare at him for a few silent seconds, eyes narrowed in a slightly suspicious squint. But then you nod, once, after taking another swig of beer.

“At the cafe, sometimes Ashe and the others use ‘they’ when talking about you.”

Adrian can’t tell if you look relieved, or if you’ve gone more rigid. You just sit there waiting for him to ask the question.

“Is that- is that something I should be doing, too?”

You take in a deep breath through your nose, as if to steady yourself, and then kind of deflate. You don’t seem mad, though, which is good. 

“You can call me whatever you want, Adrian. She, or they, or both. As long as it’s just the two of us, or in front of the other baristas. But it’s not something I’m open about with, uh, most people.”

Adrian understands a thing or two about keeping secrets. “Like your parents?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “When I started at the Evergreen Bean, I felt safe enough… telling Ashe and Matty. Y’know, since they’d be able to relate. But also, they’re young enough to, like, not know me and my family, or anyone else our age. So, less chances someone that knows me will find out.”

“I know you,” Adrian points out. “You’re okay with me knowing?”

You hesitate for only a second. “Maybe I’m crazy for this, but I trust you.”

He doesn’t know what he’s done to earn your trust. Doesn’t understand why you’d allow him into this part of your world when you wouldn’t even allow your own parents. But he has enough sense not to broach that topic, and he got the answer to his question, so he leaves it at that, and gets up to go order the food at the bar.

When he returns after placing the order, he points out the dart boards hanging on the opposite wall. “Wanna play?”

You glance between him and where he’s pointing. “Hah! You’re kidding, right? What if I hurt somebody?” Despite all that, you slip off of the stool and follow him towards the dart boards.

Adrian starts picking off the darts from the pockmarked surface, smiling. “You’d have to be pretty bad at aiming to hurt someone.” There weren’t any tables around for patrons to sit at, and people knew to steer clear of the area and not walk through. 

He hands you a dart.

“Okay,” you say, closing your fingers around the black stem of it. “Alright. It’s all in the wrist, right?”

Adrian laughs, and if it comes out mocking it’s only because he’s so used to doing something like this with someone as skilled and badass as Peacemaker, he forgot normal civilians sometimes don’t know how to, like, aim with accuracy. 

He carefully extricates the dart back out of your hand, taking no notice of your now-deadpan stare. “On second thought, let me show you how to throw one first.” His original plan was to have you go first so that he can go next and dazzle you with a bullseye or few.

You fold your arms across your chest and watch as he positions himself. Turns his body towards you so his throwing arm is facing the wall with the dart board. He’d be distracted by how close you are to his chest if his mind wasn’t already in excellent marksman mode. 

He talks you through what he’s doing, and why, muttering in a suddenly-serious, very focused tone. Arm a taut L shape with the dart held delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Careful to swing his arm back at just the elbow. Once. Twice. At the third, he releases the dart at just the right moment, and pierces the center of the small red circle. 

“See?” he says, looking back at you. “Just like that.”

“Lucky shot,” you say, teasing. Feigning disinterest. 

Adrian is already in too deep, overtaken by the cocky self-assuredness that’s typically present as Vigilante. So he doesn’t think to keep it casual as, holding eye contact with you, he quickly tosses two more darts and has the pleasure of watching your eyes widen. When you rip your gaze away to look at where the darts landed, and sees the way you lick your lips, he knows without checking that both hit dead center. 

“Pretty hot, right?” he asks, remembering how you had mentioned how hot you find things like this- marksman, hitting targets, barely having to aim.

“Adrian Chase,” you start, eyes glittering in his direction, “are you showing off for me? Did you bring me here just to impress me?”

He doesn’t know how to tell you that he brought you to a halfway decent bar because he’s addicted to the way you light up for him. That you’re the only person he lets touch him. Likes the fire that licks up his veins when your fingertips graze against the back of his hands sometimes. 

He thought banging chicks with Peacemaker was cool. But nothing beats the feeling of you pressed against him, of your hands in his hair and your mouth on his neck and the way your waist feels trapped between his own hands. Even if he does end up with blue balls at the end of a night with you.

So instead he just says something stupid about wanting to get your panties wet.

Which is, like, close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Dude!” You unfold your arms to shove playfully at his shoulder with one hand; he hardly budges, and so finds the action inoffensive. “You can’t just say things like that in public!” You’re laughing as you say this, so he decides you can’t be that mad.

“Why not? This is a bar. The guys sitting a table over from us have been saying worse things all night.”

You scoff. “Whatever. Hand me a dart, I want to try now!”

Adrian obliges you, but then has a flash of a memory:

Him and Peacemaker bringing a couple of tipsy girls back to Chris’ trailer. One of the girls coyly admitting, “I’ve never shot a gun before.” Them corralling the girls out back into the woods, where they keep targets pinned to trees and other garbage used for target practice littered throughout the forest floor. Peacemaker angling the one that made the comment in front of him, ass flush to his pelvis, steadying her arm out as she aimed the pistol he lent her. Peacemaker looking back and winking at Vigilante.

So he whips a hand out to your waist, trying to copy what Peacemaker did that day, and turns you around. Presses your back to his chest so you’re both facing the same direction. Other hand gently encircling your wrist to raise your arm. 

It’s clumsy and awkward, at first. How quick and sudden the movement happened, the fact that Adrian never touches you this intimately when other people are around. You stiffen, and hold your breath, but then over your shoulder he asks “Is this okay?” and you shiver at the way his breath tickles your neck and melt into his touch. Muscles going lax as you sigh, and nod.

Adrian revels in the warmth of your body against his and thinks about the thumbs-up Chris would give him if were here right now, and draws your hand back towards your shoulder. You let go of the dart when he tells you to, and you both watch as it lands a few spaces below where his landed. 

You beam back at him from over your shoulder. He hopes you do not feel the semi he’s definitely sporting in his jeans right now.

You throw a few more darts, just like that--fixed to each other, movements gliding together. When the food arrives at your table, you’re reluctant to peel away from him. 

“Wanna take the food to go?” you suggest. 

So, maybe you did feel him half hard against your ass.

“Adrian!”

It’s just ten minutes before close when Adrian walks into the cafe a few nights later. He, unfortunately, cannot hang out with you tonight. There’s been too many murmurings of a group of relentless creeps that kept hanging around the club downtown, hiding in alleyways to snatch at staggering drunks. 

One too many nights without interference from the ever infamous Vigilante had made them bold. Adrian plans on gleefully making them regret it.

You called his name from behind the counter, bouncing animatedly. A stark contrast from how he usually finds you at work with tired, sloped shoulders. Your energy is electric, and his grin slowly spreads to match your own, albeit confusedly. 

Ashe shuffles out from the back, slipping into their jacket. Adrian blinks in their direction.

“Oh, hey Ashe. You’re not usually still here at this time.”

They grimace. “New product launch. Had to help prep.”

Ashe glances back at you, and Adrian follows their gaze. Are you… vibrating?

“Good luck with them,” are Ashe’s parting words to Adrian as they dart quickly out the front door.

Adrian frowns at the barista’s back as they leave, even more confused. When he turns his attention back to the counter, you’re gone. He steps closer, calling your name out into the store. Maybe you snuck off to the back for something?

Out of nowhere, you pop back up, quite literally, from behind the counter again. You begin telling him something, talking as if you’ve been mid-conversation this whole time, but Adrian can’t focus on anything you’re saying. He’s trying to calm his suddenly-rapidly beating heart. His hand had instinctively flown to his waist, where he usually keeps his pistol on his suit. 

Did he just get fucking jump-scared in a perfectly normal, well-lit cafe? 

You pause, finally noticing his slightly rattled state. Your eyebrows knit together, trying to piece together what could possibly be wrong. Adrian watches in dread as your face slowly morphs into that of diabolically tickled realization; your eyes are bright and your grin reveals your teeth.

“Did I just scare you?”

“No,” he stresses, much too quickly and very defensively. 

Laughter bursts out of you at his denial. “Dude, I totally just scared you!”

Adrian finally moves his hand from where it was poised at his hips, around a gun that isn’t there, and crosses his arms firmly in front of his chest. “Uh, no,” he repeats. “I just- I was worried because I just remembered I left the stove on. In my apartment.”

You snort, disbelieving. “Uh-huh. What’re you still doing here, then?” He cocks his head at you. “Don’t you have to run back home and turn the stove off?”

“No, well.” He clears his throat. “I just remembered I did. I remembered to turn it off, actually. So, no need to leave.”

Your responding giggles come out jittery. Seriously, there’s something off about you tonight-- your eyes are wider than they ought to be this close to the end of your shift. As happy as you usually get when Adrian comes to visit (something he is apprehensively proud of), there’s just something chaotic emanating off of you right now.

“Now, as I was saying,” you continue, slamming your hands down on the counter. “The owners of this joint decided they wanna keep up with Starbucks. So, I have a special treat in store for you tonight! Something that’ll really help with your weird little all-nighters.”

Some dots begin to connect in Adrian’s head. Your restless movements, and too-wide eyes (still shadowed by exhaustion--a sign of being unnaturally Too Awake). Ashe looked like they were in a rush to leave, like they didn’t want to be part of something. What did they say? New product launch?

And your first words to him in over ten years were, “I dunno, cocaine?”

Holy shit, are you coked out of your fucking mind right now?

No, no, no no no no- Adrians claps his hands over his ears and screws his eyes shut and begins humming as loud as he could, very off-key. If he doesn’t hear about the drugs then he has no evidence, and without evidence he doesn’t have to kill you- well, not like he would at this point. But he’d have to tip off the authorities and have you locked up for selling cocaine for the piece of shit owners of the coffee shop (whom he would have definitely killed. Absolutely and without hesitation, especially for getting you involved in something so illegal and being the reason someone else he cares about is taken away from him-)

He feels something light thud off his chest, and blinks open his eyes in a startle. Your arms are crossed across your front, face bemused, and a little annoyed. A plastic cup now rolls against the toe of his sneakers-the thing that apparently bounced off his chest. 

You huff, “Adrian. What gives?” You tap your foot agitatedly, the energy in your system shifting from excitement to irritation. “I was just telling you about our Cold Brew-”

“Cold brew?” Adrian cuts off, hands hovering away from his ears now, face scrunching up in confusion. “Is that what the new street name is for it?”

You search his face, utterly lost. “What?”

“I mean, I guess it makes sense?” His arms fully lower back down, gears turning in his head as he parses the name. “Considering some of the other names for it are related to snow. So, something cold, and because this is a coffee shop, tack the word ‘brew’ onto it. Huh. Y’know, if it weren’t illegal, I’d be totally impressed with the creativity.”

“Christ, Adrian-” You roll your eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you that was a joke? We don’t sell crack here! Cold Brew is a drink.”

Adrian’s relief is palpable as he smiles, letting out a breath that relaxes his shoulders. 

“Okay, good, because-” he pauses to chuckle- “it would have been bad if word got out that you were dealing drugs here! Imagine if that Vigilante guy-” (he says ‘Vigilante guy’ with such comical exaggeration, he misses the way it makes your eyes narrow in suspicion)- “he’d probably- probably have to kill everyone that works here!” 

He continues to laugh, jarringly loud, in an attempt to assure you he’s joking. He’s not, like, threatening you, or anything. Like, how would Adrian even know for sure what Vigilante would do? Not like he knows the guy. 

A beat of silence passes between you both before you continue dismissively.

“Anyway. Back to what I was saying. We have Cold Brew now! It’s like iced coffee, except better. Stronger. Faster.” The light returns to your eyes as you promote the drink to Adrian like a good little barista. 

“Faster?” questions Adrian.

“Yes!” you affirm. “That’s gonna be my pitch to customers to convince them to go for the more expensive iced coffee.” 

“But how is it faster? A drink can’t be faster. That doesn't make any sense.”

“It’s about how it makes you feel, Adrian. Don’t question my methods. Look, I even taste tested the drink myself to better sell it. And now, I believe what I’m selling because I’m faster!” As if to prove your own point, you run around the counter to the front door and lock it, and then run back. 

It just kind of looks like your typical running speed to Adrian. Which isn’t terribly fast, all things considered.

That’s when it dawns on him that this super caffeine is the reason you’re practically vibrating out of your own skin.

“Is this Cold Brew worse than the Americano?” he asks, remembering the adrenaline that pumped in his veins that night.

“No no, it’s better!” you promise, misunderstanding his question. “Tastes better, too! I’ll still put caramel in yours, though.”

Adrian then watches you quickly make him one of your new drinks while explaining the process. That, unlike iced coffee, the coffee is brewed in cold water. And how it’s stronger, yeah, but smoother, and sweeter.

(You are pouring him a large. He does not know if he should find this concerning yet.)

After you hand him his drink, you turn back to focus on closing tasks and begin counting the money from the till. 

After taking a sip from the drink (which doesn’t really taste any different from a regular iced coffee. He’s not about to tell you this, though), Adrian says, “Sorry we can’t hang out tonight.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” you say, keeping your eyes on the money. “I’m meeting my friends from Seattle, actually. We’re gonna have a ‘Girls Night,’ so to speak.”

“I take it they don’t know about your other pronoun.”

“No,” you say, glancing up at him with half a smile. “They don't. But that’s a hilarious way to put it.”

When you finally come around the counter to walk Adrian to the front and unlock the door for him, it’s with a sort of rushed giddiness. “C’mon, c’mon, you gotta go so that I can get ready!”

You’re excited. You’re actually excited about seeing these friends of yours. There’s a part of his brain that tells him he should be happy for you, but the curious, agitated feeling of jealousy stirs within his ribs instead.

The idea that you might light up for someone other than him makes him uneasy. What friends are Peacemaker making while he’s away? Are they cooler than him?

“Alright, what do you want?” you ask, pulling Adrian out of his thoughts.

“Huh-?”

“You’re standing there with that pathetic puppy-dog look you get sometimes. What do you want?”

He perks up. “Can I get a good-luck kiss before I go?”

You raise a brow at him. “Luck? For what?”

Adrian blinks. Back-peddles. “Uh, did I say ‘luck’? I meant ‘bye.’ A good-bye kiss.”

You’re smirking at him when you say, “has anyone ever told you you’re kind of needy?”

His shoulders kind of slump a little. “Yeah.” Chris. “But, I mean, you’re one to talk!” he continues, raising his voice. “You throw yourself at me, like, all the time.”

“Excuse me?” you scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Like it? Adrian fucking thrives in it. “Yeah, I like it, but that’s not the point!”

You just stand there, smirking and stubborn and devestangtly pretty in your milk-splattered button-down and undone apron. Frustrated (and still riled up by jealousy), Adrian groans and grabs your face between his hands (warm cheeks, a splotch of some unidentifiable syrup somewhere under his left thumb) and kisses the arrogance out of your smile. 

All your kisses taste like coffee. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and licks the flavor there. Soft and sweet--caramel. You moan softly into the kiss, and he takes it as a sign that you hopefully won’t forget him tonight when hanging out with your other friends. He deepens the kiss for good measure, though; traces his tongue on the sharp edge of your teeth, your tongue, tattoos himself into your mouth. 

When you pull apart, Adrian is reassured by your breathlessness that he won’t be soon forgotten. The confident grin as he leaves is softened by his own flushed face. 

Downtown isn’t spectacularly bustling. Really, the nightlife in Evergreen isn’t much of a buzz for tourists. But there’s a club and a (now-closed) Starbucks and a 24-hour diner and other late-night eats, so the locals have something fun to do when they don’t want to take a trip to Seattle, save money on gas and let loose. 

Adrian finds he’s running just a smidge behind schedule. Vigilante was supposed to get to the club just before the intoxicated people started spilling out past midnight, one by one, into the night. Seize the creeps just as they snatched up some drunk and unassuming passerby. Swoop in, break some bones, make the bad guys regret being born, save the day, et cetera. 

But he got distracted along the way. The coffee his favorite barista made was making him antsy, and when he was ready to zero in his focus on his plans for tonight (just the 1 crime, thankyouverymuch), he found he could not sit still long enough. His jittery mind had him scouting the streets looking for trouble, and what he found was a carjacker that he beat within an inch of their life, a couple of vandals that gave him a chase, and a little old lady that he volunteered to help cross the road.

 (“You should be careful being out this late on your own, ma’am,” he told the old woman, seeing her safely onto the sidewalk. “You don’t know what kind of weirdos are out at night!” He laughed behind his mask, an attempt at lightheartedness. The old lady gasped, “oh my.”)

Adrian nears the club. Can feel the bass of it humming in his bones as he approaches. (Or was that the Cold Brew?) He’s on the side of the street that sees less traffic--the entrance of the club faces the main road, but the alley where the creeps lurk in waiting for their next victim is hidden away on the dismal, desolated side street. The street that houses abandoned industrial buildings with shattered windows behind chain link fences that make people think about tetanus shots in passing. Broken glass decorating the grounds, where weed grows in the cracks of the asphalt.

It’s the kind of street people in their right mind know not to walk alone once the sun sets.

But sloshed club-goers aren’t typically in their right mind, are they?

He picks up the clear sound of struggle as he gets closer to the alley way, and the start of a scream that gets quickly muffled. The blood pumping to his heart thud-thud-ing with giddy anticipation. Adrian starts skipping, eager to dive in and save the day and watch the life drain out of some eyes. 

Adrian enthusiastically rounds the corner into the alley, an exultant, “Hey, motherfuckers-” dying on the tip of his tongue as he skids to a halt. 

It’s three of them, of varying heights and weights and yet all similar in their hideousness, and the matching sneers they send his way. It’s not the number or size of them that makes Adrian balk (three is child’s play, really). No, what makes him freeze is the figure that they’re crowding, whose hair is clutched in one of their big unworthy fists, mouth covered by his other hand; whose eyes are familiar, but wild with fear; whose short black dress has ridden up, and whose knees are skinned bloody through torn stockings. 

The one holding you by your scalp--the biggest one--lets go of your hair to pull out a knife, and tightens his grip on the lower half of your face as he pulls you harder against his body. You whimper at the abrupt roughness, and when he draws the knife to your neck, your shriek gets caught between your mouth and his grip.

“Don’t come closer!” he threatens, “or we’ll slit her throat.”

The shock of seeing you wears off, and something cold and other falls over Adrian. Over Vigilante. He notices not a single one of them pulls out a gun. Guess you don’t need guns when your victims are inebriated. 

When Adrian speaks, there’s a smooth, calm chill that enters his tone. “I can’t promise not to kill you if you let her go, but I can promise it’ll be fast, which is more than you three pieces of shit deserve.” His head dips forward. “Which is a shame, because I was really looking forward to making it slow and painful for you fucks.”

One of them is actually visibly nervous, eyes darting back and forth between Adrian and his companions, hands fidgety. This is the one he decides to shoot in the knees.

Adrian whips out his pistol and pulls the trigger twice before any of them gets the chance to react. The nervous one cries out as the bullets fly through his shitty kneecaps. 

A flurry of chaos and movement unfurls in the dark alley like a domino effect as the Nervous One collapses to the ground, howling in pain. The Big One holding you suddenly roars, a sound of fury and pain, as he reflexively shoves you aside against the hard brick walls. He yells out something unsavory-(“You bitch!!”)- and the way he shakes his hand indicates that you may have just bitten him amidst all the commotion. (Adrian feels a quick burst of pride at that.)

At the same time, the third guy pulls out his own blade and rushes recklessly towards Adrian in what can only be considered a pure act of idiocy. Adrian chuckles, deciding to entertain the man and not shoot him in the face. He quickly holsters his gun and side steps just as Shitty Pervert #3 reaches him. The attacker trips forward, unable to stop in time, and Adrian  grabs his shirt collar and tugs, so that the creep is forced towards him and his nose connects with Adrian’s gloved fist in a satisfying, sickening crunch. 

The knife clatters uselessly to the ground as he stumbles, cradling his gushing nose with a groan. 

The cacophony of wailing grown men fills the dark alley way.

“Hah, man you guys are a bunch of crybabies. I would’ve thought all of that toxic masculinity meant you’d be able to take a broken nose and bullets to the knees like a champ.”

At the sound of heavy footsteps charging behind him, Adrian twists his body and sticks out his foot, tripping the biggest one, who crashes into the one with the broken nose. They collide in an ungraceful, painful heap to the pavement. 

The big one is quick to struggle getting up, but Adrian pins him down with a knee to his back, further squishing the other guy into the ground. Adrian grabs one of the big guy’s flailing arms--the one that was clutching your hair--and folds it behind his back. He takes out one of his blades with his other hand.

“Hey,” Adrian mutters, tone gravelly, “I’m going to cut off your fingers, one by one, so that you can feel even just a shred of the fear and pain you’e inflicted on others with these  despicable fucking hands.” 

The man growls underneath him, and continues struggling. This does not deter Adrian, who further cements his hold and starts sawing off his thumb. “This little piggy went to the market…”

Five dismembered fingers later, Adrian pulls away to take out his pistol again, and kills two birds with one stone; the barrel of the gun pressed firmly against the back of the big one’s head, he pulls the trigger and both bodies beneath him fall still.

Adrian rises and turns around, noticing that the one that’s left has been trying to drag himself further into the alley. And he’s sobbing. Gross, warbly, pathetic sounds reverberating off the brick walls. 

“Where ya’ going, buddy?” Adrian stalks towards him and grabs the crying man by the shoulders, dragging him back towards where you sit, trembling against the wall of the alley, attempting to look as small as possible. Adrian crouches, and makes the guy face you with a firm grip on the back of his skull. “You weren’t going to leave without apologizing, were you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, God-” The words ooze out wet and weepy.

Adrian looks at you. “What do you think? Was that a good apology?”

Your eyes fly to Adrian’s face, as if surprised he’s addressing you. Your mouth is hidden behind both your hands, and you do not lower them to speak. Instead, you glance back to the face of the guy he’s holding, and finally, slowly, nod.

“Good!” Adrian says. 

Cozies the nozzle of the pistol right under the man’s quivering jaw. 

And blows his brains out. 

You jump slightly, squeaking behind your hands, eyes squeezing shut as a small spray of blood decorates your face. Adrian lets the lifeless body drop between you.

“Hey, you’re okay now,” he says. “They’re all dead!”

He gently pries your hands away from your face, unaffected by your flinch. Holding your shaking hands in his gloved ones, he slowly stands up and brings you with him. He realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen you in any kind of jacket. If it weren’t for the short dress, you’d almost be appropriately-dressed for the weather. 

The look on your tear-stained face is queasy. Uneasy. He remembers you do not know it’s him under the mask. 

“Where are your friends,” Adrian asks, remembering your planned Girls Night. For some reason, this question makes your face crumple, and you begin to cry. “Hey, whoa-” Adrian goes rigid, letting go of your hands- “I didn’t- what’s wrong?”

You hide your face behind your hands as sobs begin to wrack your entire body. You say something unintelligible into your open palms. He can’t parse a word of it. 

“Hey, okay,” Adrian’s hands hover uselessly over your arms as he begins shushing you. “There, there?” He’s out of his element here. You’ve never cried in front of him before. He’s seen you sad, or distant, or grumpy, but this is unfamiliar. 

“Is there, uh, someone you can call? Someone you trust to come get you?”

The crying slows, then quiets into a hiccup, and you peek at him from between your fingers. “Someone I trust?” 

“Uh-huh. Someone that can get you home safely.”

Your hands drop completely from your face, and something in your expression changes. Softens a bit. “Yeah, there is someone…” Despite the blood now smeared across the bridge of your nose and your cheeks, and the smudged makeup, your lips curve into a small smile. It is very, heart-achingly lovely. And for whatever (drunken) reason, you begin rambling.

“He’s great, actually! The best, most sweetest guy I know. I don’t even know what I did to deserve his attention, let alone his friendship-hic!- he’s just, like, really silly and he’s so, so nice to me-” 

Who the fuck is this guy? Adrian thinks, a little annoyed. A lot jealous.

Your phone is in your hands now, grinning stupidly at your screen as you pull up some guy’s number. What the fuck? He’s the one that’s supposed to be making you smile like that. Adrian crosses his arms, head cocked to the side in irritation. 

You raise the phone to your ear, muttering, “I hope it’s not too late,” to yourself, starting to chew your bottom lip.

When Aqua’s Barbie Girl starts playing from his back pocket, you both freeze.

Your eyes slowly drag themselves up until they rest on his face, brows knitting together as you make eye contact with him behind the visor.

“S-stay right here,” Adrian says, throwing his hands up as though it will cement you to the wall you’re leaning against. “I just- gotta take this real quick.” 

He turns and half jogs out of the alley, and rounds the corner before pulling the phone out of his pocket. He’s a little breathless when he answers the phone and says your name. “Sorry if I sound out of breath right now. Just got back from jogging a half mile, if you could believe it! I know it’s, like, crazy to run at this time but I figure I’m safe at night, y’know, since I’m a man, and I’m white-”

“Adrian?”

His name comes through a rattled whisper on the phone. But loud and clear from his left. He whips his head around.

You’re standing at the mouth of the alley, gaping at him, stunned. The blood flowing from your knee shines wetly now under the glow of the street lamp. In the light, he also notices a tear at the hem of your pretty dress. 

Your cell phone falls from your hand. 

A second later, you’re bent over. Hurling on the sidewalk.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Breg with a s/o who is a voyer/exhibitionist likes watching him get off but likes knowing that he's a peeping to looking at her playing with herself

[Going to focus on voyeur for this because I think it's funnier. Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

You're pretty sure he doesn't know you're home yet.

Breg has very good hearing, you've learned that within little time of letting him move in, when he would complain about sounds you barely registered and knew where you were at basically all times, something that admittedly scared you a tad.

This makes it so that the breeder can tell when you're coming home ahead of time, therefore he's almost always at the door ready to greet you with a warm embrace as soon as you make it through. When this is not the case, you know Breg is either in trouble or up to no good.

The apartment was mostly quiet, nothing was broken, no signs of there being any sort of altercation. Perhaps he's not home, you had thought while setting your things down, maybe today you'd have some time for yourself. A moment of respite away from the overly clingy and suffocating monster who you begrudgingly began sharing your living space with.

You're taking your jacket off when a muffled noise reaches your ears. That definitely wasn't furniture shifting. A creak follows. Yeah no, someone is home. Maybe not Breg, but certainly something. Perhaps that strange dark-eyed monster that looks more like a hat-wearing cat than anything. What was his name again? Fasm? Phantasm? Fuck it, that drunkard Breg associates with for some reason.

You pass by the kitchen, living room and hall silently, seeing nothing of interest, but making it a point to peep into Breg's bedroom. Empty, a little messy. That means whatever's in your home has entered your bedroom. Grand. Fantastic. You don't exactly have a weapon at hand, but there is a pepper spray in your bag, so you quickly fetch it before peeking past your slightly ajar door-frame.

Yeah no, now you really want to use that pepper spray...

Guess who is home after all? Why, dear old Bregory!

Rolling in your sheets like a fucking mutt.

Maybe it's just because you've lived a moderately sheltered and uneventful life, but you've never met anyone so blatantly filthy. There he is, not a care in the world, face stuffed in your pillow as the large monster very clearly humps at what you'll guess is a balled-up mass of your bed sheets. He's just... Going at it, no shame, no noise control, no recognition of your stunned silhouette very clearly gawking at him through the entrance.

So this is why Breg is so insistent on wanting to do the laundry all on his own. It finally dawns on you why your bed sheets are constantly replaced. Clever fucker, to think he does this so frequently... That he can look you in the eyes knowing the things he's done. Maybe even enjoys the thrill of it. You feel disgusting while staring at the breeder, letting this happen as opposed to putting an immediate stop to it as anyone normal and sane should.

But it's also not like he hasn't done the exact same thing to you before. You distinctly remember those incidents where you could clearly tell the pale monster was peering inside your bedroom as you changed. Sometimes from a distance, other times glued to your door. Breg is seldom ever subtle. You knew he was there all those times, and you liked it. You loved the way his faint breathing would pick up as you let the fabric of your shirt drag over your breasts or the way he'd lose focus and let his tail thump against the wall whenever you bent a little too much to take your pants off. It's a form of control that keeps you high. His helpless peeping Tom tendencies, while reprehensible at best and dangerous at worst, flatter you to no end. You're sure that he touched himself at least one of those times, you could have sworn-

A moan.

It was loud enough to snap you back into reality, forcing you to gulp and guiltily study the view.

Breg is rolling his hips faster into the makeshift nest of fabric, making clipped noises of desperation the closer he crawls to his peak. One hand is beneath the pillow, shoving it hard against his face, mouth parted so he can presumably inhale the scent of you better. The other is busy holding the sheets in place. The force of his thrusts rocks the mattress a good bit, your eyes are glued to the way his leg muscles tense and jut- You've no doubt he'd he spearing himself as deep into your poor little pussy as possible if you were actually there, beneath him. It's an admittedly arousing sight, you'll give Breg that much, he's good at putting on a depraved show or two.

Another senseless, breathy noise against the plush of your pillow and Breg's hips cant, the very same hand stationed beneath his body clearly gripping both his cocks through the thin fabric. The monster strokes himself quickly, almost too fast for your vision, abdomen shifting and limbs trembling as he lets out another muffled sob and suddenly snarls his way to a potent climax.

Fucking filthy.

The way the breeder's upper body flops onto the comparatively tiny bed while he lazily pumps the cum out of his shafts would be hilarious if you weren't turned on enough to feel your heartbeat in your cunt by now. Head still not facing the door-frame, your sleazy roommate appears to be in a state of total bliss, merely catching his breath as globs of thick spent paint your miserable bed. The sheets can't hold it back, much to your surprise. You wonder how long it takes the monster to clean up after himself...

Alright, that's enough of a show for today. You know better than to linger by now, know it's best not to let your mind dwell on these scenes and risk falling into weakness, giving yourself to a creature that already can barely behave itself around you.

Casually, you knock twice on the door, immediately jolting Breg into a mess of gross soiled fabric.

" I'm going out to eat, I expect this room to be spotless when I come back. "

And with that very simple message, you begin walking out the apartment, personal belongings in hand.

" Wait-! " Breg's distressed voice reaches out, followed by a jarringly loud THUMP, which you presume means he tripped all over the tangled nest of bed sheets. Hah, karma.

You're already out the door before he can get back up.

#Bregory #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #yandere monster #terato #a little rushed sorry

[kinopioa]

Welp, 65's out

So we start with...

Oh hey, Storm's actually treated like a valued member

And thankfully dialogue's short. They steal the relics, Knux fails in stopping them, and they get away

So then Knux goes to the Chaotix for help. Which is nice at first, but-

Seriously, when when was he this aggressively prideful?

And then forced shipping that has never been seen in games

Alright let's see how they list sus-

w-when di, I didn't skip a page, what?

Even more what, Eggman's back?

That makes the filler stories seem sillier in retrospect

And yeah, Eggman's right, this was their first choice?

Even ignoring that

-How did they know where his base was?

-When did Eggman set this up?

So Eggman's denying responsibility of course, though...

Several things

-Eggman has bothered to name specific units for robots/mechs

-Eggman directly oversaw the amount of Hyper Go-On canisters he made

-Eggman directly oversaw animal quality in Lost World

He absolutely would be finicky in riches. Riders 1 he was pissed to find he wasted resources for a flying carpet

Also

-Eggman literally hired the Babylon Rogues in Riders 1 (though the Heroes didn't know that)

-Eggman had Infinite

And lastly WHY even have the relic to begin with? I legit have no idea what Ian's planning for it

It's enough to dissuade the group, and they leave

"We haven't heard a peep, but he started a public recycling company, so uhh...somehow we missed that and not Eggman legit lying low"

Knux again is aggravated again, though it doesn't amount to much

Luckily Charmy and Espio find a lead, and they head off

We cut to Storm being a dumbass, and Jet being more impatient than canon

Honestly, the best Flynn ever wrote the trio, entirely cuz the story mostly doesn't focus on them, and them having actual competence

Sadly we just end as Jet notes cultural respect for Babylonian artifacts

The 2nd story surprisingly does take place in current day. The "date" Vector planned earlier actually is it!

Unfortunately ABT drew it, and Cream's one of his worse chars given how eyebrowy he does faces

So she runs out of butter, then leaves Cream to finish the other meals while she goes gets more from the store

Nearby Rough and Tumble- yes them- see Vanilla leave and assume the house is unguarded

Cream tends to cooking while Gemerl goes to place plates in the dining room. He-

Ok that table's like 3 m away from the door, spacing continuity much?

So you'd think he'd easily dispose of the two given how much of a jobber they are, right?

No, it weirdly stalls out, and then for drama this happens

:[

Cream is hapless again, yay...

This story is by Evan, and a rare case of actually being tied to the first story

Honestly like before, the fillery nature of these stories is...dull. the fact Ian made such a big deal of Eggman being disposed of in the Eggperial arc, only for him to return with barely any hurrah gets me

The games Eggman actually stirs shit, here he's...literally not doing anything. And they treated Eggperial like such a huge deal...

It's a little sad, IDW could've used filler before, but chopping the content in half and still being reliant on drama for entertainment blows. At least there are minimal hero OC refs here

Knux's side plot I have a feeling will just be messy fights with underwhelming climax

Meh. Fonseca seems to be legitimately back though

@beevean @randomthefox