#drift has done fucked up shit ! he could have continued to do fucked up shit very very easily ! shut the fuck up about how

[prime-wars]

i know its only been a day but can people please shut up about the drift notebook stuff already. if i see one more post talking abt how drift would have been acting ooc/uncharacteristically evil if jro had gone thru with his plans im going to start ripping shit to shreds

#undefined.txt #i know this is like asking a baby to do calculus but can mtmte fans show a modicum of critical thinking #like im sorry but in the context of canon for drift up until that point...it would have made sense. #i think people forget a lot that the time between deadlock's defection and the lost light taking off is like. what. barely 10 years? iirc #his time at ncc with wing takes place over a span of like a month #this would not have been an out of character thing for drift to do. jro ended up deciding to make his character more washed out and #goody two shoes but if he had decided to go the other way it would have made just as much sense. idk. i thnk ppl need to stop letting #fandom characterizations of characters blind them to their actual canon #drift has done fucked up shit ! he could have continued to do fucked up shit very very easily ! shut the fuck up about how #he would never do anything to hurt anyone ever when up to that point he has more history as a mercenary for hire than anything else ! #sighs. ok sorry tantrum moment over <3

[toruslvt]

Hey! Can I please request facefucking with Sukuna? 🤕 when he is teasing the shit out of her at first, rubbing her face on his clothed bulge saying shit like “and this is all you gonna get, brat” (he is lying ofc, he just want you to beg) 🤧

Hope you having a good day 🖤

⋆ mdni. mean, disgusting, filthy Sukuna turns me on so much aaaah, he calls you slut once.....

 ⋆ have a wonderful day nonie ily 🩷

“what’s wrong, brat… too much for you?” it’s a sneer coming out of your lover’s lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair, not minding your comfort before he’s shoving your face against his hard, hot bulge though the thin layer of his robe; sticky precum staining the fabric and seeping to wet your nose and cheeks.

you really should look at yourself, naked while on your knees, utterly lost and with the most precious fucked out expression Sukuna has ever seen; you’re so cute when you’re desperate, grabby hands gently tugging on the loose fabric hanging over his body, as if begging for a glimpse of his cock, “what do you want?, use your big girl words” he snickers, tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek to conceal a groan with the gentle swift of his hips.

the pool of saliva in your mouth is heavy to swallow, glossy eyes shifting to look at him in the eyes with your chin pressed on his clothed girth, “cock…”

and he laughs, openly and so mockingly you had to bite down on your bottom lip, “already fucked stupid and I haven’t done anything” Sukuna continues with the teasing tone, using his point finger to slightly tap on your cheek, “you’re that desperate that any cock would satisfy you, huh? slut” 

upon hearing his words you realize you might have not voiced your desires properly, eyes wide in worry of your lover dragging out the torturous teasing further, “yours, Kuna… please.

“greedy thing” and the laugh is back again, although this time breathy and through a smirk at the sight of your pleading gaze, “so desperate for a taste of cock, aren’t you?” patience running thin, but Sukuna knows better and holds back the urge to fuck your throat raw, and although he adores to have you choke on his cock, he also considers this side of you is more than lovely to continue teasing. 

with a sigh Sukuna unfastens the the knot around his waist, allowing for his naked body underneath the robe to come into sight, still holding your head so close to his pelvis that his cock slaps against your chin in the process, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth at the subtle movements of your hips humping against nothing, most definitely dripping slick down your spread thighs and onto the floor.

Sukuna never really let’s you see how much you affect him, at least not before you’re already dizzy from his ministrations, although the sticky webs of precum connecting his cock with his clothes, and now, your cheek, could easily proof his desire, “you’re so dirty, dirty, dirty girl” he teases instead, solely focused on driving you insane, “drooling all over the floor, hm? your slutty pussy wants me that bad” he coos, hand fisted on the base of his cock while slapping your cheek with the tip, the sound so lewd and sticky his jaw tenses.

a soft hum of appreciation gets dragged out of his throat as you stick out your tongue, futilely attempting to catch at least a brief taste of his length, all heavy and balls full of cum, yet Sukuna doesn’t give in, instead using the hand on your hair to drift back to your nape, grasping tightly while rubbing your face on his now bare cock, it’s so messy and ridiculously lewd you can’t help and choke on a whimper, “please..!”

if it were for him, Sukuna would have teased you until you cried, but it’s not until you flutter your eyelashes up, meeting his gaze with a sloppy expression and face covered in precum that dribbles down to your bare tits that Sukuna finally groans and taps your tongue before guiding his shaft inside your warm and tight throat. it really isn't fair how fucking pretty you look with a mouth full of cock. 

#𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ #sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[saerins]

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 2.5k | content: fluff, pining, mentions of fake dating, jealousy, reader is kind of an idiot, sae loves to tease, best friend otoya, cussing

notes: hello hello i’m on board the sae love train once more , are you guys still with me ^_^

summary: what do you do when your best friend kind of sort of forces you to confess your two-year long crush when you’re not ready to? pray and hope for the best.

“i could just tell him for you.”

“eita, fuck no,” you throw him a warning glare as you chop the vegetables up with scary precision despite not having an eye on them. only because you know if you don’t explicitly tell him not to, that he’d think it’s no big deal and do it anyway.

and let’s say, you’d rather die than let that happen.

sure, you and sae had been closer back in high school; he sat behind you and entertained the secret notes you passed to him, he used to ruffle the top of your head whenever you pouted, he used to buy food for you during breaks.

but that’s all in the past and somehow, the both of you had drifted since then.

otoya deadpans, an unamused pair of eyes looking back at you from their spot across the island. “it’s been what, four fucking years since you graduated? grow a pair,” he retorts, attempting to steal a carrot but getting a slap on the back of his hand instead.

“bold of you to say that to a girl with a knife,” you snap at him, pointing the blade at his face.

to which he merely rolls his eyes, using two fingers to push it aside. “not like you’re that good at using it.” but he sighs when you silently turn your attention back to chopping vegetables. “does that mean i have to put up with your miserable face even longer?”

you and otoya continue to bicker, and you’re beginning to wonder how you’ve tolerated being best friends with him for the past four years. he’s a real piece of work.

“fine, fine,” otoya grumbles after you’re done with lunch, bangs over his eyes. “i promise i won’t tell sae anything, okay?”

that’s after you threatened not to let him hijack your house anymore for food. for someone who’s earning big bucks being a famous soccer player, you can’t make sense of why he won’t just get food delivered. maybe he just likes to annoy you.

“good. or else i’ll kill you.”

your crush on itoshi sae has been somewhat dormant for the past few years. and by dormant you mean that you haven’t tried making any moves because you’re too scared.

itoshi sae. one of the most famous international breakout stars in soccer. one of the most talented playmakers the world has ever seen. that comes with its own sets of pros and cons.

pros? he definitely doesn’t seem like he has much trouble doing anything he wants. he gets paid for every game. he gets paid for gigs. he gets sponsorships all over the place. which basically means that financially, he doesn’t need to give a shit.

cons? the media can be brutal. sae does something that’s remotely questionable and they’re all over it. he doesn’t thank a waiter that one time? automatically labeled as a rude brat by the paparazzi. and not to mention—the amount of girls he’s forced to fake date just for the sake of publicity.

you’re mostly pressed on that last part though, because they’re all supermodels or olympic stars or rich socialites. and compared to them, well, you’re just someone who happens to be in the same friend group and hang out together every once in a while when he’s back in japan. sae doesn’t even hang out much with the group, to your dismay.

it’s a pain, or so he says.

you wonder how you drifted in the first place. maybe it’s just the fame. you wonder if he thinks of you too sometimes.

must be your wishful thinking.

kind of makes you wonder whether he does have a secret girlfriend that he’s keeping from everyone. you wouldn’t really put it past him. it’s not like he has any super deep emotional bonds with any of you (that you know of). eita says he’s definitely single, but you think he’s just saying that to appease you. he already has his hands full having to watch you mope whenever you see news of sae and another girl and yet another dating rumor.

just as well. you think sae could do better than you, spending your friday nights at home, washing dishes at the sink and looking out at the tokyo skyline instead of out partying and living life with countless friends.

you don’t think you’re too shabby though. you’re a fresh graduate with a job at one of the most prestigious companies in tokyo you can think of. it’s not bad. but you can’t help but feel it’s worlds away from the one sae lives in.

the doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts, nearly dropping the white marble plate you’re washing. your eyes snap to the clock in the living room. it’s almost 9pm—right about the time when eita usually comes knocking and asking you for supper.

groaning, you wash whatever’s left of the dish soap away from your hands and sloppily dry them against the bottom of your shirt, grumbling out loud about how you really should stop coming here whenever the fuck you want, eita while you stomp over to the front door.

you open the door, messy hair and bare face and baggy clothes, fully expecting to smack some sense into otoya eita when you feel yourself freeze up at the pair of eyes looking back at you.

they’re teal and framed by pretty long lashes and definitely don’t belong to your best friend.

what the fuck is he doing here?

this is one of the rare times that you’d actually prefer to see eita at your front door instead.

sae raises a brow, giving you a once-over. of course, he’s never seen you in this state—hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, not a trace of makeup on your face. you’d made sure that whenever there was a possibility that sae would see you that you dressed yourself up as nice as possible. if you’d known he was coming over, you’d have at least dressed decently. definitely not baggy shirt and pants that you can barely see.

“uh… w-what are you doing here?” stupid, but the best you can manage.

he has his hands in his gray sweat pockets, and fuck him for wearing a black compression top. you can just make out the outline of his abs under there, the muscles on his arms already much too obvious with those short sleeves.

“dunno, eita said there was an emergency and i needed to get here,” sae says, wholly unbothered, monotonous as usual. he lets himself in, toeing his shoes off at the entryway, positioning them neatly beside your everyday sneakers.

fucking eita.

judging by what you know, sae was probably on his way for an evening jog when otoya called him. he still has his wireless earbuds in. you wonder if anything’s even playing.

sae takes it off once he catches you staring.

he’s not carrying anything. it’s just him. you wonder if anyone managed to catch him coming over. is his most recent pr stunt already over? won’t do either of you any good if he’s labeled as a cheater.

“so? what is it?” sae asks you, again, while he walks himself inside, curious eyes looking around your apartment, and suddenly you’re hyper aware. you hope to god you didn’t leave any of your inner wear lying around at random places.

in a panic, you rush over to him, blocking his path inside, both hands on his chest as you attempt to push him back to the front door. unfortunately for you, sae’s much stronger than you are, his body not budging an inch.

“it’s nothing, he made a mistake,” you sigh, giving up when you figure that sae’s only going to move of his own accord. “he’s probably just playing a prank on you, that’s all.”

you’re hoping, praying, wishing that sae will just take your word for it and go. because that’s what he does; he doesn’t hover much, doesn’t care about anything much at all. you don’t even know the last time he’s asked about how any of your lives are doing.

the world must hate you though, because sae only offers a grunt in response before looking towards your kitchen (you’re internally sighing in relief, glad that you cleaned your kitchen up before this). “i’m thirsty, you have anything to drink?”

you blink at him, stumped that sae is wasting his precious time in your apartment, but who are you to say no to sae, of all people?

“yeah, sure, juice?”

sae shrugs, “whatever.”

you turn your back on him, slowly taking your carton of apple juice and finding the nicest glass that exists in your cupboard, cursing yourself internally for not preparing for unexpected guests enough. you do this slowly partly because you’re trying to calm your stupid heart down, still not fathoming why on earth sae’s wasting his time with you.

carefully, you rehearse yourself in your head, where you’re going to step, how you’re going to walk over to him—you really are just hopeless. count it your bad luck that the moment you turn around, you nearly drop the glass because you’re forgetting a really fundamental issue here: your merch.

“no no no, uh—” you leave the glass on the countertop, scurrying over to where sae’s staring and thumbing at something on your coffee table.

sae looks at your flustered reaction, giving you way to grab your things off the table and stuff them in the drawer where they’re out of sight. he blinks at you, a slight amusement bubbling inside him.

“wow, big fan, huh?”

you don’t know what’s worse: you being your most unpresentable self right now or that sae just caught you having some of his merch.

“so you have some of eita’s merch lying around too or is it just mine?”

you could die of embarrassment right now.

back still turned to sae, you desperately search your brain for answers. thinking on the spot doesn’t seem like your strong suit right now.

“it… was a gift.” believable, right?

sae hums, as though he’s contemplating. “why just mine then? why not oliver’s or my brother’s?”

fuck.

“i don’t know, maybe yours was the only one that wasn’t sold out.”

“ouch.”

you didn’t mean to indirectly insult him but what’s a drowning girl to do?

sae sighs when you keep quiet, still staying out where you are, trembling too much to move. “didn’t know you were in love with me.”

this time, you whip your head around to face him—that same stoic expression of his unchanging on his face. “am not!”

his brows shoot up. “but you bought some of my merch.”

“i told you, it was a gift.”

you need to get paid for still standing up on your own two feet right now. your head’s way too giddy from the interaction, considering.

“even that figurine over there?” sae’s finger points to a small toy just barely visible behind the nooks of the bookshelf. it’s a small figurine; something sold a few years back when sae was just first starting out. you’d bought it because, well, you’d thought chibi sae looked cuter than actual sae. (especially now when he’s just staring blankly at you.)

“that was…”

“a gift?”

you think he’s making fun of you now at this point.

“anyway, we’ve established that there’s no emergency here so why don’t you just go?” you’re pretty sure sae won’t ever talk to you again—not after coming across what he did tonight. he probably thinks you’re a freak, probably questions why he even considers you his friend (to which you’re now wondering if that’s even true at all).

you make a mental reminder to yourself to kill otoya eita tomorrow.

sae lets you push him towards the entryway, apple juice long forgotten on the countertop, collecting condensation with water pooling below the glass.

“you must like me a lot, huh?” he ponders out loud as you continue pushing him towards the door. you see a hint of cockiness in his stare now, the slightest tug of a smirk on the corner of his lips.

“i do n—”

“be careful what you say,” sae cuts you off, toeing his shoes back on, looking glamorous as ever and you nearly forget that he looks straight out of a magazine even in his sportswear. “‘cause i’ll believe you.”

part of you wants him to just go already so your knees can buckle under, but part of you wants to ask him what he means. what’s he insinuating? isn’t the answer clear enough.

but now it’s way past nine and he’s all ready to go yet he’s still standing at your doorway, waiting for your answer. you want to scream no, you want to keep your secret safe, you don’t want him to know about the crush you’d been harbouring. but he told you to be careful what you say because he’ll believe you.

“s-so what if i do?” you stutter, failing to look him in the eyes, your stare focused on the air in between you.

sae’s features soften ever so slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to give in so quickly, but it isn’t one of disgust. it’s more like one of pleasant surprise.

after what seems like an eternity, sae finally opens his mouth.

“you must’ve gotten jealous a lot with all those girls i’d gone out with.”

your fist instinctively connect with his arm, his stoic finally giving way to a grimace, palm rubbing his triceps in pain. out of all the things to say, he chooses to say that? you think he deserves it.

“you know what, sae? you can go back to your fake girlfriends, i could care less,” you snap at him, pouting. you hate that despite how ignorant his words are that you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

sae exhales sharply, chuckling softly when he sees your pout, and you feel as though it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this even though it’s not. his hand comes up to ruffle the top of your head gently, and you’re reminded of when he did this to you back in high school.

“can’t do that, can i?” he tells you, that soft disposition gone and the stoic mischief coming right back. “not when i’m in front of who could be my real girlfriend.”

your heart might’ve forgotten how to beat.

sae leaves you standing there, left to your own devices as he exits your apartment, fully aware of his effect on you.

not long after he leaves (while you’re still standing in the doorway), your phone buzzes in your pocket. you fish it out and see his name there for the first time in a long time.

you smile to yourself as you read his message. okay, so maybe you’ll spare eita’s life for now.

#bllk x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x you #itoshi sae x you #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x y/n #sae x y/n #bllk x y/n #blue lock x y/n #itoshi sae x y/n #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #sae fluff #itoshi sae fluff #૪ aeri’s fics !

[wannaeatramyeon]

you absolutely killed my last ask (unlike gun with those poor people)!! to make up for the toxicity, i feel like sammy should be allowed to relax/be spoiled by his partner. not his regular 'the most expensive brands i can find', but sleep in, breakfast in bed, back rub, and diy face masks vibe. i don't think he's ever experienced it, and would love to see his confusion🌺

I am but a weak little person, especially after reading @lookismfanfics soft Samuel here. Sorry for the delay and thank you for this ask my sweet flower anon! There is pretty much ZERO toxicity here, and just a whole lotta love!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

3 very fluffy, very indulgent scenes: back rub, bath, birthday

Samuel is surprisingly easy to fluster.

He's not used to tender touches or calm caresses. At least without giving anything in return.

The first time you lay your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage and rebuffing his advances, he eyes you with suspicion. All the suspicion. Why are you touching him if you didn't expect any pleasure for yourself?

"Just relax," you instruct. And he tries. He really tries.

Little by little, tension leaves Samuel's body. This is... nice. Shoulders no longer stiff with stress, and a weight lifted. Before long, he is groaning as you continue to work out the knots and rub his back.

The noises slipping from his lips is what snaps him out of his daze. Why the hell is he moaning and feeling vulnerable from this simple gesture.

Hiding his blush, Samuel bats your hand away with some excuse of needing to make a call.

.

.

Workers is full of idiots and bullshitters, and no-one can ever convince Samuel otherwise.

He slams the front door, wishing that it was Eugene's head trapped there. Samuel could do his job a thousand times better, a million. How dare he-

"Sammy?" you poke your head out of the bathroom at his angry mutterings - another standard day in the office then, "Come here!"

Fuck, what a shit day.

He drops his jacket carelessly on the floor, and yanks his tie off as he makes his way towards you. Samuel just needs to decompress tonight, he doesn't have it in him to do anything else. Some peace and quiet. A bath, and a glass of-

"Whiskey?" you offer, handing him his favourite readily poured into a crystal tumbler.

Candles are lit, soft music drifts out, steam fills the air. The bathtub is full. And are those rose petals floating in the water?

"Is... is this for me?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

You really didn't need to do this. You really shouldn't have done this. Now Samuel finds a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

He thinks you might be his favourite person.

.

.

Samuel awakens to the faint whiff of burning, and commotion coming from somewhere in his penthouse.

The initial annoyance, as he plods barefoot into the kitchen, is soon replaced with bafflement at the utter chaos you have created. It's not even 10am on a Saturday. At what unholy hours did you have to get up to cause all this?!

On the counter sits the ugliest cake he has ever seen.

Lopsided and tilting. Uneven frosting. A frankly obscene amount of sprinkles. Some scribbles that could read 'Sammy' if he removes his glasses and squints.

He suspects it might even be poisoned.

The rest of the kitchen fares no better. It looks like a bomb had gone off.

You stand there, undeterred, like the cat who got the cream. Flour in your hair, a smile on your face.

"Happy birthday, Sammy!"

Oh.

He doesn't recall the last time he celebrated his birthday, nevermind ever having received a homemade cake.

Damn you and damn the way you have bulldozed your way into his heart.

Samuel finds himself completely head over heels.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun x reader #seo seongeun #wannaeatramyeon

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: more superbatlantern because why not

I went slightly insane and wrote over 15k for this, so here's another excerpt lol. This one's more or less the direct continuation of this scene I already posted, so this'll probably make more sense if you read that first. But it's pretty much just Hal spying on superbat while using the ring to turn himself invisible in the hopes of catching them making out, which is a totally fine and normal thing to do to your colleagues. Nice one, Hal!

He drifted cautiously closer. The light from the sun glinted off the windows harshly at this angle, turning them opaque, but just a little further and…

There, that was it. Fuck yeah, the blinds weren’t even drawn so he had a clear view: that was definitely them alright, alone in the room, sitting really fucking close for two “platonic” best friends. Supes didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so clearly Hal had been right about him being too distracted to listen out for eavesdroppers. He was really on a roll today, huh? Ha, Hal was totally winning this bet—

Oh.

Oh, shit. That was…that was not what he’d expected to see.

Hal had definitely been right this whole time: they were fucking on the reg. But there was nothing sexual about what they were doing now. They’d pulled a couple of the meeting room chairs together. Bats was sitting on the right, more relaxed than Hal had ever seen him, cowl off, in a comfortable slouch rather than his usual ramrod-straight posture, eyes flickering lazily over a datapad. Supes was on his left, curled around him as best he could with two armrests in the way, an arm flung around Bats’ waist and his head pressed to his chest, eyes closed. Listening to his heartbeat it looked like, even though he could probably hear that shit from across a city.

It couldn’t have been all that comfortable, sitting like that, but on them it looked…easy. Familiar. Domestic. Like they’d done this, or something like it, a thousand times. Hal watched Supes’ lips move, murmuring something too quiet for Hal to hear. Whatever it was, it was apparently the joke of the century, because Bats let out an honest to god chuckle then moved his free hand up to Superman’s hair to rub gentle circles into his scalp. Big Blue practically melted against him, more overgrown puppy than godlike superpowered alien, and Bats finally looked up from his screen, and—man, even though Hal was hardly an expert on the series of mildly constipated expressions Bats normally used to emote, even he could tell that look on his face was—

Hal’s heart sank. Crap. They weren’t just fucking. They were in love.

Hovering outside the window watching a clearly happy couple act romantic with each other, Hal suddenly felt like absolute shit. It almost felt unfair, even. Batman was a crazy asshole, sure, but he was also crazy rich, crazy smart, crazy gorgeous, and mostly had his shit together. Meanwhile Superman was…well, pretty much perfect in every way, honestly. A real stand-up guy, on top of being the kind of walking wet dream you could actually take home to your parents. And on top of all that they already had going for them on their own, they also had each other?

When was the last time someone had looked at Hal like that? It was probably Carol, wasn’t it, before the last time they’d broken up. That was— Shit, that was years ago now.

This was no fucking fun at all.

With a sudden, all-encompassing intensity, Hal really, really didn’t want to be seeing this anymore. They hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could just…drift away, get blackout drunk and pretend he never saw that? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.

Unfortunately for him, whatever that feeling was apparently audible to Kryptonians. Because just then, Superman’s head snapped up. And then he was staring right at Hal.

Shit.

“Hey, so. My bad, big guy,” Hal whispered. “Uh. Fuck. I’ll just—”

“Hal.”

“Jesus fuck!”

The voice came from directly behind him. When he whirled around, heart slamming into his ribcage—yup, that was Supes alright. Arms folded forbiddingly across his broad chest, looking stern and disappointed and faintly furious.

Hal dropped the invisibility; there didn’t seem much point to it now. “Man, did you have to sneak up on me like that? You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

Superman looked unmoved. “Bruce and I would like a word with you inside. Now.”

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. Let’s go.” There went his plans of quietly moving on with his life. But hey, he could admit he’d sort of made his bed in this case. He could man up and lie in it.

And besides, depending on how this went down, he could probably still do the whole drink-to-forget thing later.

#my fic #superbatlantern #to anyone expecting pure fun crack from this WIP: sorry! I accidently made it yearning #not that hal realises it yet #he'll get there eventually though #and then the rest of this fic is mostly just at hal's expense #sorry buddy! (I'm not really sorry)

[hannieluvsyou]

Drift Away. (Part One)

Xu Minghao x Reader (ft. Moon Junhui)

description: wherein your love for him slowly fades into blurry lines, and he realizes too late.

genre: angst

warnings: unrequited feelings (for now), swearing, Minghao is painfully oblivious

note: : I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first time writing angst hihihi). I'm also planning to make multiple parts bc I'm too lazy to write this all in one go.

Xu Minghao. My best friend. My star.

In this world, he is the only thing I have. I cherish him, more than anything but.. It's all one sided.

I give him everything. My time, my attention, my support, everything. But nothing is ever enough for him to see these lines I created that connects us. The lines that hold clarity, sincerety, and love that is meant for him and him only. The love that he failed to comprehend.

I was aware that he never asked for this, but I can't help it. His smile that lights up the whole atmosphere, his laugh that levels with the hymns of the angels in heaven, his heart that's full of warmth. He deserves more than this world has to offer.

But, his heart was out of reach, already beating and seeking for another.

But it's okay. It's not his fault. It's me who keeps on hoping that maybe, maybe things will take a turn. Maybe he might see me, too. It's my fault for letting myself fall in love with him so easily.

It was inevitable though, he's so fucking easy to love! Everything he does holds no flaw, every action carries grace, every word comes out like silk, what's not to love?

Even if I know that my love will continue to rot between us, I find myself still falling for him despite everything.

But.. I don't think I can fall for him any deeper. I had already reached the bottom of this sorrowful pit that I filled with false hope.

The false hope that I clung onto for the past years with him.

Today was the day that I decided to climb out of that pitiful pit.

It was a normal day. Nothing special going on, no events of any kind. Atleast that's what I thought.

I was getting ready to go to the grocery store since I ran out of stuff to eat but suddenly Minghao texted me, saying he needed help with something. Of course I couldn't refuse, it was him after all.

But oh how I wish I could rewind time and decline.

He arrived at my apartment looking clammy and nervous but I could sense some excitement hiding in there. As he flopped down beside me he finally looked at me and said the things that I wish I didn't hear. The words that I wished were aimed at me.

"Please help me confess to Lijuan."

I can feel my heart drop down.

Lijuan. My ex-best friend. How fucking ironic.

She's not only my ex-best friend, but also a backstabbing manipulator who took everything away from me when we were kids. Everyone I talked to back then, suddenly end up vanishing since little miss perfect was bad mouthing me.

I don't know how to feel, I want to disagree but I can't. I want to be selfish, but I had no right.

"Of course." I wanted to fucking cry but his wide grin and sparkly eyes made my lips quirk up a bit.

"Thank you! I knew I could count on you." He sighed in relief and proceeded to bid his goodbyes since he has to prepare for this big moment.

After he left, I was left on the couch alone. I didn't know what to do. I was heartbroken and devastated, yet what right do I have?

I decided to not go to the grocery store anymore since I lost every ounce of my appetite. Minghao said he'll text me the details about his confession, saying he'll take her out to this fancy dinner and break the ice to her.

I wanted to tell him about Lijuan, but I doubt that he'll even believe the shit that she has done to me.

I lay down on my couch and just stared at the ceiling above me, I wanted to cry but no tears came whatsoever.

'Maybe we were never meant to be after all..'

I was about to drift off to sleep but a sudden 'ding!' made me sit up and grab my phone.

Haohao: hey, would you mind picking up the flowers i ordered? They're already paid so u just have to pick them up.

Haohao: [location]

I stare at the message for a bit before typing my response.

You: sure, i don't mind.

Haohao: thanks again, i owe you one.

The things I would do, just because it was you. Damn, this hurts more than I thought.

I begrudgingly stood up and made my way to the location he sent me. It was a cute little flower shop situated beside a park.

As I entered the shop I was immediately greeted by the welcoming scent of flowers.

"Hello, welcome! How can I assist you?" A tall good-looking boy came up to me holding a bunch of roses.

"I'm here to pick up an order for Xu Minghao." I say with a somewhat bitter tone. He seemed to notice, and proceeded to ask, "Sorry for asking but is he your boyfriend? Did you have guys fight? You seem.. sad." He said now putting the roses down.

'Are you supposed to be a therapist or something?' I wanted to say.

"No, he's not my boyfriend and no we didn't fight. Can I just get his order, please?" He sensed that I did not want to dwell on the topic any further and only nodded. He went to the back to pick up the bouquet, I'm assuming.

As I wait for him to return, I'm stuck with my own thoughts. Am I really just giving up on him? It's not like I have a choice, though.

From now on, I think it's best to keep my distance from him and move on.

I can feel my heart drift away, I can hear the string snap between us. The string that failed to hold us together.

Thank you for making me happy, Xu Minghao. It's time to let you go.

#kpop #svt x reader #svt x y/n #svt x you #svt fanfic #svt #svt angst #xu minghao #minghao #myungho #seventeen the8 #the8 #the8 x reader #the8 x you #the8 x y/n #moon junhui #wen junhui #jun #junhui x reader #wen junhui x reader #jun x reader #jun x y/n #angst #fanfic #au #seventeen x reader #x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x you

[linoguy]

dream time~

in my dream, I traveled back in time and I was in the middle of this quad where it was raining really hard, and there were groups of Mexican people dancing along to songs, showing their fortitude to preserve culture even when the white people were being thrown back by the rain and wind. I joined in dancing and idk exactly who but I was with people I knew but they were distinctly younger than me and so my usual relationship with them was thrown off. The dancing was being wrapped up and in the distance I heard “cooking up a storm piece of cake cake cake.. oh this shits so bussin!” and it stood out because, again, I traveled back in time and in the dream, it was probably around noeasy time. I spot changbin, and I think we had somewhat known each other, if only met once kinda thing. I go up to him and ask “hey what’s this song called?” cause I didn’t know if it was like a leak type of thing where they slyly reference it in the past like skz have done. But changbin goes silent and I say “this is gonna sound crazy, it’s gonna sound like a movie line but you have to believe me because it’s true. I’m from the future and I can tell you some things that will really make you believe me” and I could tell changbin didn’t necessarily believe me but was also a little nervous about what I might say. And so I said quietly “do you know anything about …Super Bowl… 5 star….” and he was instantly like fuck…. Because I’m an outsider who knows info that could really ruin things for skz yknow, so I said “don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. But if I could say, it would be cool if you did more hip hop type songs, if that’s something you’re still interested in.” And he kinda laughed but he was definitely still nervous about the whole thing. We continued to walk and talk a little w the intention of walking to where we were staying in this town but this person I knew told me that he was staying in the opposite direction, and so I was like “oh shit! Sorry I’ll let you go and I promise I won’t say anything!” But before I could leave, changbin stopped me from leaving and I was like ?? and he told me to follow him. He went down these stairs and at the bottom was chan and they were talking and instantly I was like …..oh I’m in trouble. chan looked pissed but I followed down the stairs and chan told me to follow him but my friend had tagged along right behind me. I told them that they should probably go back now, because chan was probably wanting to discuss what I knew etc etc. but she still followed, even when chan looked upset that she was following too. we go down these stairs, and what you have to know is that all of this was happening near a sea. Down the stairs is a kind of a dock? one that has a boat waiting to be boarded on but below the ground. Chan had some kind of power there because it was nighttime at this point so the dock was closing but he told the guy to prepare the boat to go and the guy did it. The boat started to drift and at this point I turned to my friend, hoping to ask them to leave because I really didn’t wanna be in any more trouble but she jumped onto the boat. Chan told me to get in but he called me hyung AHDNDH I just have to mention that cause at first I thought he called the boat guy hyung but he was definitely calling me hyung, even though he was speaking English the whole time + I would’ve been younger than him at the time too but yknow man, take it where you can get it. And so I get on the boat sooo nervously, I’m about to be killed or lectured to death, and I’m having to sit right next to him. I sit down and am strapping myself in and everything, cause this “boat” is closer to a motor powered peddle boat so we’re right on the edge of water. I’m adjusting stuff and I tell him “hey just so you know, I get motion sickness on water so you have about an hour until I throw up” and then I woke up so I never got the lecture and honestly I couldn’t be more grateful

#I didn’t expect it to be so lengthy so 🫡 #dreams

[hoeforsungie]

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Found an old jikook wip. Gonna post it to see if people like it enough for me to bother continuing. Trigger warning/content warning though. Jimin does abuse drugs and there are depictions of drug usage/feeling high. Viewer discretion is advised…

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#WIP - If I’m Being Honest - Jikook

a/n: so this song really gets me in my feelings and this just kind of happened. this will probably be extremely triggering, just beware, please. stay safe and i love you. i’ll probably change the warning as the story progresses. i’m still not sure if i want to go where i originally planned, as it is kind of a sensitive topic.

“Could you love this?

Did you plan to fall?

Well, if I'm being honest

If I'm being honest

Well, if I'm being honest

Oh, I bet it's not that at all”

chapter one- the human condition

“loneliness is the human condition… never expect to outgrow loneliness. never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. an intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, a very great exception.”

jimin is floating. he’s so far up above the clouds that he can’t remember any of that pain that he felt just minutes ago, can't remember how he he was on the verge of collapse. a supernova about to burst into nothingness, with all that's left behind is that black hole—gaping and sucking all of the good things in. his vision tunneled as he grinned and swayed his hips carelessly to the loud throng of the music. the beat pulled him in and under as he threw his head back and let out a loud whoop of estaticity. he’s floating still, so far away from his body. he looks down at himself laughing and swaying his hips, he looked so happy on the outside. jimin wondered how a stranger would think if they saw this jimin. would they like him? would they think that he had his shit together? jimin bet that he looked confident and put-together to the random passerby.

he sighed inwardly as he felt a pair of rough hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him closer to a sweat-sticky chest. jimin decided that going with the flow wasn't too bad sometimes. he took a deep breath before throwing his cares away. he moved his hips to the beat and sauntered his way along the body behind him. he arched his back in the way that he knew had men fawning over him. he could feel the heat of their bodies moving together, could feel the calloused hands rub their way along jimin’s neck and jawline. it wasn't until his partner let out a gruff and deep sigh that he took a moment to look behind him. he knew that rough sigh anywhere. he whipped around and stared incredulously at the blonde boy behind him.

suddenly jimin was brought back down to earth as soon as he had started drifting away. “yoongi hyung? what the fuck! why are you? what are you doing? you're—you're here. why?” jimin sputtered, his face reddening at the realization that he had been grinding against his hyung. against his best friend. yoongi however, the bastard, did nothing but slyly smile. his hyung really has no shame. jimin’s face reddened further as he felt yoongi reach for jimin’s sweaty hand.

“hi, sweetheart. i came to check up on you. i was right to think that you weren't yourself. usually you wouldn't let any stranger touch you like this. jimin, honey, what have you done?” yoongi looked softly into those sad eyes that jimin always sported. they hid so many truths, jimin himself may never find them all within himself. jimin looked down at his feet in shame. he couldn't just tell his hyung that he had popped half a tab before coming to the club so he would finally feel something besides sadness.

yoongi had long become used to jimin’s upright refusal to answer questions sometimes. he softly sighed and placed his finger under jimin’s chin, gently bringing his eyes to meet yoongi’s. “let's get you home, yeah?” yoongi pulled jimin in for a quick embrace before he turned towards the crowd. “jimin, you stay here. alright, sweetheart? i’ll be back with taehyung soon.” yoongi spared jimin one soft glance before wading through the mass of bodies.

jimin resigned himself to the lecture he would receive from his friends as he waited impatiently for yoongi to return. half a song later yoongi, followed by taehyung, followed by the rest of their social circle stood in front of jimin.

he eyed the floor and picked at the hem of his striped sweater. he hated when his friends would do these little “interventions” for him, jimin was fine. he didn't need sympathy, he didn't need help. he was fine. fuck them and their pity.

jimin bit the inside of his cheek as his thoughts strayed from the conversation happening in front of him. it wasn't until jeongguk kicked jimin in the shin that he looked up. taehyung and the rest of the group were giving him an icy glare. jimin slumped his shoulders and resumed rolling the fabric of his sweater in between his hands. he caught only the last bit of taehyung’s lecture.

“—need help. we could find you a rehab center. there’s a few good ones in seoul.” taehyung’s hard eyes softened as he looked down at jimin’s state.

jimin slowly raised his head to meet taehyung’s eyes, not one bit of fiery defiance that the previous jimin used to have. he just looked defeated, and sad. so, so sad. jimin took one, two, three deep breaths before he let a single sob heave out of his chest and pushed out of the circle running.

jimin didn't spare his friends a glance as he shouldered his way out of the crowd, knocking into a man and spilling his fruity drink on his chest. jimin didn't even blink as the man shoved him to the ground and jimin his his head. the man sneered down at him, barking a rough “watch out, twink.”

#bts jimin #bts #bts army #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jeongguk fic #bts jeongguk #jiminie #park jimin #jimin #jimin fanfic #kpop #kpopidol #kpop fanfic

[lolitastories]

————-Maybe————

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

#bucky x y/n #bucky banres #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes x yn #bucky #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x you #bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fluff #bucky barns x y/n

[sickandtiredfics]

Hello, not sure if you’re willing to write about it or not, but maybe wing kink smut between c!foolish and DreamXD? Like, foolish has small but super sensitive wings and they’re erogenous zones when petted? I know this is a rare kink so no worries if not!

Wing; c!Foolish & DreamXD

— c!Foolish x DreamXD

Warnings: Wing kink, dom!DreamXD, sub!Foolish, erogenous zones, idk what else to tag?? This is such an obscure request lmao

NSFW under the cut

Foolish was working on a build when he felt it; a shiver running up his spine and his small wings flaring out ever so slightly. He knew what this feeling was, it was one that came about every time DreamXD visited. 

“Need something?” Foolish asked not looking up from what he was doing, not really surprised at the visit, but still confused.

“Mmm, no, not particularly,” the deep voice echoed and rattled in Foolish’s brain, but he was so used to it by now that it didn’t affect him. The first time Foolish ever spoke to the god for more than 5 minutes, he came away with a raging headache that didn’t go away until he drank a regen potion.

“Another build?”

“No, you’ve done more than enough of those.”

Foolish, annoyed, whipped around to face the god, “Ok then what do you want, cause as you can see im kinda busy!”

Foolish would’ve never taken that tone with XD when he first met him or else he would’ve been killed on the spot. He’d say they were at the very least friends now, so XD just smiled at the tone in amusement and drifted closer to Foolish.

“I can’t just be here to visit?” XD inquired, head tilting almost like a dog.

“I-I mean you can, but you usually don’t!” 

XD chuckled, “just go back to what you were doing.”

Foolish huffed and turned back around. He could still feel the gods gaze on him, but he was eventually able to forget about it as he continued to work.

That was until there was a soft touch against the base of his wings, and a shot of pleasure suddenly ran through his body.

Foolish let out a surprised moan, “What the fuck are you doing?!” He exclaimed, the light touch still there.

“For such small wings they’re pretty sensitive,” XD stated.

“Yeah no shit!”

XD hummed and pet Foolish’s wing again, causing the man to let out a groan and have to balance himself against a wall.

“S-stop,” Foolish stammered when XD gave another small stroke.

XD smirked and leaned in to whisper into Foolish’s ear, “you don’t really want me to stop though, do you? You like this. I can hear your thoughts begging for me to continue.”

Foolish didn’t say anything as he was panting with his forehead resting against the wall in front of him. XD let his pointer finger trace small circles around the small gold feathers.

Foolish at this point was shaking so hard he could barely stand. His cock was straining in his pants as pleasure was racing up and down his spine, the center of it coming from his wings that XD continued to stroke. 

“Stop holding back, Foolish. Let go,” XD growled out, his breath hot against his ear. Foolish whimpered and grit his teeth as he felt himself get close to the edge. He knew his wings were sensitive, but he didn’t realize how easy it would be to push him to the edge with just a few strokes at the base.

“I can feel you getting close, I know you can get there.” 

It was like lightning  the way pleasure was shooting through Foolish’s body with every stroke. The knot low in his stomach became tighter and tighter, but Foolish held off. It would be embarrassing to finish so fast.

“I don’t care how fast you’re finishing, Foolish,” XD said, one of his hands on his shoulder blade and the other buried in gold feathers.

“Cum.”

The knot snapped as Foolish came, the pleasure ebbing through his entire body from head to toe. He could feel his underwear become wet with his cum, but he didn’t really care as he collapsed, breathing heavily.

He heard XD chuckle, “That was fun.”

“Fuck you” Foolish panted

“Maybe one day.”

Sorry for how short this one is!! It was like 2 in the morning when I was writing this. This was a very interesting request and it fun to write to be honest.

Thank you @aike-dbunny for beta reading! You’re great <3

#dsmp foolish #c!foolish #dreamxd #wings #foolish smut #dreamxd smut #DreamXD smut #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #smut

[onceuponastory]

normal - steve kemp x reader: chapter ten (FINALE): begin again

“Yeah I know I went and left you all alone Please don't think that I let you go I'll never let go.” “Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home And no matter how far and wide I roam You're the only one I'll ever know.” - anyone else by pvris

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Chapter Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY PLEASE. This chapter has mentions of death, murder, stabbing, cannibalism, serial killers, kidnapping, a lot of blood, and graphic descriptions of violence and injuries. Also mentions of reader’s trauma and PTSD after everything she’s been through, and her survivors guilt. And of course, Steve Kemp and Nick Fowler, because those two are warnings all on their own, let alone together. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Well, here it is. The final chapter of Normal. I’m going to make a big post about it ending later, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you SO MUCH for reading and loving this story as much as you all have. I appreciate every note and comment so much. This chapter is not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Lying on the floor, Y/N listens as the sirens sound and as the blood continues to flow from her side. She presses her hand to the wound, trying to stop the flow, but it only adds to the pain. Biting her lip, Y/N hisses as she tries to hold back her cries of pain. Lying back, she wonders where Steve is now. Hopefully, he’s safe. Even though now she wishes she went with him. The sound of the sirens gradually grows louder and louder until she realises they’re outside. Sighing, Y/N braces herself. Because once those doors open, everything changes. And this time, she doesn't know how she'll survive it on her own. 

The door soon bursts open, and she hears voices shouting. “FBI, hands in the air!” Y/N lifts her hands, even though doing so sends more pain throughout her body. Rapidly, footsteps approach her.

“I’m FBI Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Please don’t shoot.” She mumbles.

“Y/N! Oh god. What happened to you?” A familiar voice, that of her boss, sounds. “Hey, we need an ambulance over here!” He bends down, studying her bloody and bruised body. “Shit.” He murmurs, taking off his jacket and holding it against her side to stop the bleeding. “Y/N, where’s Kemp? Is he still here?” He asks. Y/N’s eyes fill with tears before she can even stop them. 

“I don’t know.” She sniffles, and her boss sighs.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. Don’t worry about him. He can’t hurt you anymore.” If only she could tell them the truth about how truly kind Steve was to her, and how he defended her against Nick. Maybe then, things would be different. But nobody would believe her anyway. Once again, her thoughts drift to Steve and the times they spent together. They were so happy, so free. And now, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again.

“Sir, there’s one body over here. It’s Fowler.” A voice sounds, cutting through her thoughts. Immediately, Y/N gasps. 

“Sir, it was Nick. The killings, everything, it was all-” she exclaims, hoping they believe her and that she’s not sent to prison on a murder charge. To her surprise, though, a look of shame crosses her boss’ expression, and he nods.

“Don’t waste your strength. It’s alright. We know.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. “Well done, kid. You solved the case after all.” Even though Y/N can feel herself starting to lose consciousness, a small smile crosses her lips.

“I did, didn’t I?” she murmurs.

“We better get you out of here. It looks like you’re about to end up the same way as Nick.” The sound of sirens fills the air again, and her boss breathes a sigh of relief. But Y/N can feel herself starting to slip away.

“I don’t want to die.” She whispers.

“And you won’t. I won’t let you.” Her boss promises. He looks over her body once again, swearing as he sees his jacket becoming increasingly more soaked with blood. “Where the fuck is that ambulance?!” He yells. “Come on Y/N, just stay awake for me, okay? Just hold on, please.” As Y/N’s eyes begin to drift shut, strangely, she feels oddly at peace. The nightmare is finally over. And at least she got to say goodbye to Steve. 

“You saved us both, and all those women. You did it. My beautiful Y/N.” His words echo in her mind as the doors open again, and as paramedics run up to her. And then, Y/N passes out.

Sometime later, Y/N wakes up. As her eyes take time to adjust to the bright lights of her new surroundings, she hears a voice.

“Thank fuck, she’s awake.” For a fleeting moment, in her daze, she hopes it’s Steve, risking his life and freedom to see her and make sure she’s safe. But as she realises that she’s in a hospital, she also realises that it’s not Steve beside her, just her boss. Her heart sinks, and she sighs sadly. She’s still alone. “Welcome back. You gave us all quite a scare.”

“What happened?” She frowns.

“Well, Fowler got you pretty badly in the side, but the doctors and nurses managed to patch you up. They said you’re a trooper. You’re on bedrest for the next few weeks.”

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“Well, you were right. Fowler was behind everything. He tried to hide the evidence, but one of his associates squealed and told us Nick went out to find you. He probably wanted to make sure Kemp killed you, and when he didn’t, he wanted to finish the job.” Y/N nods, trying to block out all the memories she has of Nick standing over her with a knife, that crazed look on his face. “There’s going to be an officer outside your door from now on, just in case Kemp comes back.” That means there’s no way for her to warn Steve, so if he comes back, he’ll be putting herself in danger. 

“Hopefully he doesn’t then.” She says, and her boss laughs.

“Well, you got lucky the first time with him, so hopefully your good luck continues.” Y/N suppresses a scoff. Luck? That’s not what she’d call it. “By the way, there are some journalists outside who want to speak to you.” Y/N frowns.

“Journalists? Plural? I thought there’d just be one reporter, if anything.” Her boss chuckles.

“Y/N, you got kidnapped by a serial killer, and stopped another's reign of terror all on your own. You’re in pretty high demand, kid.” Y/N feels her cheeks heating up.

“Oh, right.” How could she be so naive? Of course, after going through what she did, newspapers would be interested in her. She fidgets nervously in her bed, and she bites the skin around her thumb. She’s not used to having so much attention on her. She’s given a few interviews before, but definitely not on this big a scale, or with her as the subject of the story. And she’s definitely not faced it all on her own. 

“If you want, I can send them away.” Her boss offers, obviously noticing her discomfort. Sighing, she shakes her head.

“No, I’m going to have to deal with them eventually, aren’t I? Send them in.”

From that moment on, before she even leaves the hospital, Y/N’s life completely changes almost overnight. There are constant news and magazine interviews, all talking about how brave she was for going up against two cannibalistic serial killers, and not only that, but killing one of them before he could hurt anyone else. They ask her how she feels, knowing that it’s all over, and that she’s a hero. Even though she doesn’t feel much like a hero.

Her co-workers at the FBI even come to visit her too, gushing over and over about how she did such a great job and how they always trusted and believed in her. Honestly, Y/N’s glad she’s still on bedrest and attached to a drip when they come, because when they say those words to her after the hell and constant bullying they put her through, she almost punches them all. The higher ups at the FBI and CIA come to see her too, talking about how what she did will reflect on the agencies as a whole, and how much praise they’ll get for solving the case, completely ignoring how she did it on her own, with her own hard work, and almost died because of it.

Even her parents come to visit her, tears filling their eyes as they tell her how proud they are, and how much they love her. The same parents who, only a few months ago, barely acknowledged her or her job because it didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. Of course, deep down she’s glad to have some love from her parents again…it’s just tainted because it took her almost dying and being interviewed by almost every news and tv network around the world for her to be worthy of their pride and love. Then again, they always loved a headline.

And of course, even though everyone tells her it’s over and that they know Nick was responsible, there’s still plenty of police, FBI and CIA interviews. Those are her least favourite kinds of interviews. She didn't know how frightening it was to be on the other side of them. They all ask for her side of the story, the warning signs she saw with Nick, and the million dollar question: if she’s sure that she doesn’t know where Steve went. And in all honesty, she doesn’t. Even though she wants to know more than anything.

When she leaves the hospital, things only continue. For a while, she almost becomes America’s Sweetheart: the superhero who saved the country and its daughters from the darkness that was Nick Fowler. Yet, despite how glad she is that it’s all over, and with receiving so much praise, Y/N just wants it all to stop. She’s tired of having cameras shoved in her face wherever she goes, meaning she can’t live a normal life ever again. She’s not used to this newfound fame, and doesn’t think she ever will be. Not to mention how she’ll be tied to Nick Fowler and this awful thing that he did to her forever. And everyone just seems so…fake. They pretend to care about her physical and mental turmoil, but she knows they’re mostly just there to get clicks and engagement, and they couldn’t care less about what happens to her after this. They’re just chasing the next big story. And for a while, that’s what she’s going to be. This whole situation makes her miss Steve even more. He was the only one who was proud of her. Not because of how well she and her actions would reflect on him. He was actually proud of her. He actually loved her.

And now she’s all on her own, with no idea where he is or if he’s even alive. Her physical scars heal with time, but her emotional scars still stay. And so, the agency also provides her with a therapist to help her readjust to society. Her therapist is nice and all, but she just stares at her most of the time, expecting her to open up about all her trauma right away, when that’s the last thing she wants to do. Not that she can tell her therapist that, though. How else could she phrase that after being given the gift of survival and being hailed as a hero, she doesn’t want it? It makes her sound so ungrateful. 

All Y/N has to keep going is remembering the sweet nothings Steve whispered to her at every waking moment, hoping it’s enough to see her through the night without any nightmares of Nick standing over her with a knife. It never works. The nights are always the worst. When she wakes up, feeling or hearing the whisper of Steve’s voice, or his touch, and knowing it’s not real this time. That she can’t go back to see him and talk to him, and to stop this aching feeling in her chest. That’s what hurts the most. Having him ripped away so quickly from her.

Of course, she tries to find him herself. At least, she searches for him as much as she can before people get suspicious that either she’s not healing as well as she might be, or that her and Steve’s relationship goes far deeper than it seems. After convincing herself that Steve has kept a low enough profile for a while, Y/N even starts checking the news, waiting in case there’s any new bodies that turn up matching Steve’s MO. Because even though the thought still churns her stomach, she knows a cannibal like Steve has to survive somehow. By this point, Y/N’s sure that she knows Steve inside and out (including physically), so she’d be able to spot his work right away. 

When that doesn’t work, Y/N goes back to the cabin a few times, hoping that Steve is hiding out there, waiting for her to find him, or that he’s left her a clue. Naturally, her therapist thinks it’s a great idea, and sees it as a great way to confront what happened. Of course, Y/N didn’t tell her the real reason for her visit. When there’s still no sign of him, and the townspeople don’t know where he is either, it crushes her even more. 

The more time goes on without any word from Steve, not even a discreet note, Y/N starts to wonder if Steve has forgotten her after all. And even after being kidnapped, beaten and almost dying...the possibility that Steve doesn’t love her anymore hurts more than anything Y/N has been through.

“Mom, stop fussing over me, please!” Y/N moans, swatting away her mother’s hands as they try to fix her outfit and hair. 

“I’m sorry, darling. Your father and I just want to make sure you look good for your special night when you accept your award!” She insists. Tonight, Y/N gets an award for stopping Nick and closing the case for good. Y/N sighs. She’s still honoured to be appreciated, especially after all the pain and torment she went through. But she knows this ceremony will be full of press again, ready to plaster her face all over the newspapers and television screens once more. 

Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, staring at the fancy clothes adorning her body. She looks so…different. And she feels so uncomfortable and out of place. Thank fuck they’re not expecting a speech. She’s still too overwhelmed with everything going on with her life, and with trying to find Steve to even think straight. 

“Y/N, they’re ready for you.” Her father announces, and she nods. After her parents leave, Y/N takes a deep breath and walks out towards the stage. She peeks out at the crowd of people and journalists, all there to see her. Yet, even with such an enormous crowd of people there just to see her...Y/N’s never felt so lonely. If Steve was here, he’d be telling her how gorgeous she looks, and be unable to keep his hands off of her the entire time. If he was here, everything would be so much better. She wouldn’t have to go through this all on her own, without the one person who knows what she’s going through. The only person who matters to her. Maybe if she tried harder to find Steve, or went with him, then things would be different. Another shiver goes up her body then at the thought of Steve touching her, and Y/N tries desperately to not start crying.

But if he’s chosen a life without her, then she has to respect that. Even though that thought tears her up inside. Pushing away her thoughts of Steve, Y/N watches as the director of the FBI approaches the microphone.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. Members of the press. Thank you all for being here as we honour Agent Y/N Y/L/N, who stopped Nick Fowler, the recent serial killer terrorising Portland, all on her own. And after being kidnapped by Steve Kemp too, another monster.” Y/N winces at his words. If only he knew that to her, Steve Kemp is the furthest thing from a monster. “Through her actions and dedicated hard work, Y/N exemplifies our values of strength and bravery. Which is why I’m honoured to call her an agent, and to give her this award. So please help me welcome her onto the stage.” And yet, Y/N stays rooted in her spot, too hesitant to go out in front of such a big crowd on her own.

So much for being a hero.

“Clearly, she’s not used to the spotlight.” The director chuckles, and further laughter ripples through the crowd. Y/N gulps, her uncomfortableness back in full force. Maybe it would be better if she ran.

“You’re a smart woman, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t let you share your thoughts.” Suddenly, Steve’s words echo in her mind again, cutting through her fears. “I’m proud of you.” 

At first, the sound of Steve’s voice makes her feel even more upset, especially since she still hasn’t heard anything from him. But then, Y/N realises that Steve, the one person who actually loves her, would want her to accept this award. So, taking a deep breath, Y/N walks out on stage.

As she does, the room erupts with the sound of cheering and the flashing of cameras. The sudden sound and brightness makes her wince as she approaches the director. He grasps her hand, shaking it tightly. “Well done.” He grins, passing over a small plaque to her. The cameras go off a few more times, and the applause starts again.

And then, thankfully, it’s over.

Later that night, as she makes the rounds greeting people and giving interviews, Y/N keeps glancing down at the award in her arms. It’s so small. She’s been through so much pain and trauma, including almost dying…and all she gets is a fucking tiny wooden plaque. Meanwhile, there’s no doubt her bosses are using this opportunity to improve their own careers, and she’ll soon be forgotten about again. She scans the room, noticing her co-workers looking at her. And she’ll soon be back to being a target for jokes and bullies by the same people praising her. Just another cog in the machine. 

“You know, you need a new job if this is how they treat you.” Steve’s words, some of the first he ever said to her, echo in her mind. Back then, she thought he was just saying them to get under her skin and play on her fear. Deep down, though, she knew he was right. And now, she’s finally going to take his advice. Because she loved her job at first, and will always be grateful to them for indirectly introducing her to Steve. Without him, her whole life wouldn’t have been turned upside down, and she probably would have died back in that church. Now though, she’s had enough, and she can’t do it anymore.

So a few days later, Y/N enters her office once more, and she packs everything up. Once she’s finished, Y/N goes to see her boss. “Why do I have a bad feeling about whatever you’re about to tell me?” He chuckles when he sees her. Y/N takes a deep breath.

“Sir, I’d like to hand in my resignation.” She passes over an envelope, which her boss studies. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and all the opportunities I had. I just-”

“After what happened, you can’t do it anymore?” He finishes for her, and she nods. “Well Y/N, you’ve done a lot of good in your time here, arguably more so than anyone in this entire agency. But you’ve been through a lot. Including seeing enough blood and gore to last a lifetime.” He sighs, getting up to shake her hand. “I can’t say I won’t miss you…but I understand.” He grasps her hand, shaking it firmly. “And besides, you’re leaving here a hero. Few people can say that.” Y/N nods. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, sir.”

“No. Thank you.” He insists. “After all, you did it all on your own, remember?” Y/N feels herself blushing. If only they knew the truth, and how Steve helped her. And how she let him go. She wouldn’t have such a hero's reputation then.  Sometimes she wonders if it would change anything if she admitted how much Steve helped her. She knows it’s foolish to hope that doing so would bring Steve back and drop everything against him, but after dreaming of him for so long and finally getting him…it doesn’t hurt to try again, right? 

But unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that. And if she and Steve are over, then so be it.

“What are you going to do with yourself, then?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I just need some time to myself. Maybe I’ll do some travelling.” 

“Well, I hope life is good for you. Especially after all of this. You deserve it.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replies, blinking back her tears.

“If you want to come back, or you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate.” Y/N nods, and after saying her last goodbyes, she leaves the office. She can see all her co-workers staring at her, whispering amongst themselves once more. She was right after all: it’s not even been a week since her ceremony, and she’s already back to being the joke of the office. But not anymore. Turning away with a scoff, Y/N leaves the office for the last time.

A few days later, Y/N sighs as she looks through her mail. Bills, bills, more requests for interviews….the same as usual. But then, one letter pops out in an unfamiliar handwriting. Frowning, she tears it open and begins to read.

“Dear Y/N. My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I got in contact with you. I had to make sure it was safe, but I have missed you so much.” Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widen, her heart rate increases, and her body heats up with excitement. Steve. He’s alive. He’s okay. He’s alive. Trying to calm herself down, Y/N keeps reading, a huge smile on her face. “I’ve just seen you receiving your award on television, and although I’m a little hurt to not be included, I’m so proud that you’re finally receiving the recognition you deserve. I’ve never stopped thinking about you or stopped loving you, and I hope you still feel the same about me.”

“Of course I do.” She whispers without a second thought. 

“I’ve got a house now, and a new life. If you still want to be with me, come and find me.” There’s an address at the bottom of the letter. Involuntarily, Y/N lets out a squeal of excitement. 

He wants to see her again. 

He still loves her. 

She has to go see him. 

Glancing out of the window, Steve sighs. Since he’s still technically a fugitive, he’s had to move away from Portland, away from his real home and from the love of his life, and assume a new identity. He wanted to contact Y/N as soon as he left, but it was too risky, and could put either of them in danger. So, Steve waited. Even though the constant worry over how Y/N is doing is all-consuming. He knows she was at least okay a week ago, because he saw her accepting her award on TV. But after that, anything could’ve happened. The sight of her lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her, still haunts his every waking moment. He could’ve done so much more to help her. And yet…he ran, like a coward. If she’s hurt again, he’d never be able to live with himself.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, and Steve goes to answer it. When he sees who’s standing there, he gasps. “Hi Steve.” Y/N smiles, her eyes filled with tears. 

“Y/N?” He whispers. “You’re here?”

Chuckling, Y/N nods. “I got your letter.” Immediately, she drops her bags and runs forward into his arms, and he squeezes her tightly. He buries his nose in her hair and her clothing, inhaling her scent once more. 

“I’m so glad you’re here…that you’re okay.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips, one full of passion and longing. Y/N moans happily. Once they’ve pulled apart, Steve still keeps her in his arms for a bit longer. If he could, he’d keep her there, safe in his embrace forever. “I love you so much. Welcome home.” He grins, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Y/N and Steve know that their relationship and lives have been a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability, but they’re ready for their new life together.

Always and forever.

The End.

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[shockwavve]

As an addendum to that half-asleep post I made last night, it was born of what I thought was a... pretty interesting concept I dreamt up last night (literally) wrt Shockwave/Longarm (TF:A Continuity).

It was primarily about Shockwave, disguised as Longarm among the Autobots, being sent on a mission - before he was promoted to Longarm Prime and was just a regular intelligence bot - that involved him being posted on transport ship of some kind. And While he was stationed on that ship, it just so happened to get raided by Decepticons who did not immediately recognize him because his identity as Longarm at the time was only known to Decepticon high command like Starscream and Megatron - both of which were missing in action and presumed dead at this point. So, Shockwave really had nO WAY OF GETTING INTO CONTACT WITH THEM... Sooo he had to choose between blowing his cover to avoid getting harassed by his own people, or staying disguised and trying to save the Autobots he was stationed with in order to save face.

I think he winds up pulling some BS leverage tactics out of his ass like "Oh, well, I'm a high ranking Intelligence officer, so if you leave me unharmed I could be used as a very powerful bargaining chip with the Autobots to get your hands on basically anything - including the potential exchange of prisoners." which. the Decepticons (surprisingly) actually buy into. And he then kind of uses that to further negotiate for the better treatment of the other Autobots aboard as well (the ones who were Still Alive, that is,) until the Elite Guard manages to come save them. And it was very much a like "why the hell am I doing this why do I even CARE" moment for Shockwave, where he kind of goes back and forth with himself like.

“Why don't I just reveal myself, kill the rest of the Autobots, and then pretend to be the only survivor?”  Into >

“Oh, no, that would be FAR too suspicious, wouldn't it? Why would the Decepticons, realistically, leave only me alive? If it was information they wanted, they would have interrogated me and then killed me the moment I stopped being of use. If it was a message they wanted to send, they would send a daft bot who couldn’t outwit them, not a high ranking Intelligence officer.”

And

“Why am I bothering to try and barter with these brutes for something as benign as giving more energon to these stupid Autobots I don't even care about!” Into >

“Because, it plays into the sympathetic Longarm persona. It's all to keep face and maintain appearances.” Into >

“But you're HELPING the ENEMY.“

Overall a very... frustrating situation for him!

There was another thing the dream kind of drifted to at one point wherein I guess sleepy dream brain mixed up a distinctly NOT TF:A Bumblebee and Blurr and so it gave me Blurr without a voice box, (fucking AGONIZING for Mr. Speaks-at-a-Million-MPH) and stuck him in the previous situation wherein. I think. Somehow Blurr is one of the only other survivors of the incident and/or somehow During the incident manages to figure out that Longarm is Shockwave. And, instead of just killing him outright, Shockwave, sadistic bastard that he is, goes well, you can't rat me out if you can't speak, can you? and riPS OUT HIS VOICEBOX... and later on when they're saved by the Elite Guard, Blurr flips his fucking shit and is pointing at Longarm and making these scared and angry beeps and chirps and Longarm is just. Oh, poor thing, his cerebral circuits must be damaged from the trauma of the incident... They ripped out his voice box, you know. Tricky things to replace, aren’t they? and everyone just looks at Blurr with Pity and it INFURIATES HIM.

Like NO!! HE'S RIGHT THERE-- THE TRAITOR IS RIGHT FRAGGING HERE WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?? Which, unfortunately, just ends up coming out as beepwhirrchirrbeepwhistlewhiiiine and a lot of very loud static.

As a follow-up section, I think there was a moment after all was said and done wherein Shockwave - remembering that Blurr very much still has access to his servos and paper and pencil - manages to corner Blurr and essentially tells him that he’s lucky to be alive at all, and if he ever tells another spark what he saw that day, then it’ll be more than just his voice box he’ll be losing.

I dunno! Silly thoughts, silly concepts, silly AUs...

#it would be fun to make a fic out of but i doubt i'd have the motivation for it #tfa #shockwave #tfa shockwave #only half tagging this because im shy >~<

[tbzloonar]

FIVE MEMORIES OF REALIZATION.

❛ i had one purpose, and the purpose was to realize that that incident was the greatest mistake i have ever made in my entire life. ❜

❥ summary: an angel has granted younghoon one more chance to save his friend, and to fix the worst mistake he has ever done in his entire life—which was completely accidental. ❥ pairing: kim younghoon x gn!reader (ft. kim hyunjin of loona!) ❥ warnings: brief mention of death & vague car accident & a description of drowning, lots of swearing in the first part my bad. not medically accurate, i am not a doctor! ❥ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soulmate au, life and death? ❥ word count: 3.3k (3,392 words) ❥ a/n: & here it is! finally back from my hiatus. i hope everyone enjoys this piece as much as i enjoyed writing it, i know maya has been waiting for this to drop as soon as i posted the teaser for it (hi maya hope u like this <33) also, apologies for the last part if it was kinda inaccurate (medically wise lol) already put it in the warning but this is what i was able to write with minimal research.

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YOUNGHOON WAS FUCKED FOR SURE.

He couldn't remember anything for shit, and oh the headache he was having right now was the worst. He couldn't even see anything, even though he had his eyes open, and could feel the movement of them opening and closing as he panicked, all he saw was a color darker than the black he knew. He couldn't feel his body on a surface, it's like he was floating.

He figured this was a dream of some sort, but was starting to panic even more as he faded into sleep. His body felt weak. And then, he finally drifted off.

Only a few seconds later, he jolted awake suddenly, trying to regain his breath while desperately practicing any type of breathing exercise that came to his mind. He felt like he was drowning for a full second, hopelessly trying to reach the shore above. But there was no shore in Younghoon’s case, in fact, he had no clue where the hell he was.

He was in a white room, like—completely white. Everything there was white, the bed he was laying on, the chairs around, the tables and—wait, who is that?

There walked in a woman, everything she wore was also white, she had beautiful long and curly brown hair, thick eyebrows with long eyelashes to compliment her look. Younghoon thought she looked beautiful, if he had to say so himself.

She then laughed, “why thank you.”

Younghoon’s eyes widened in shock, did he really say that out loud? He just embarrassed himself before proper introduction.

“No, you didn’t.” The woman responded. She walked into a part of the room that looked like the kitchen, not different to any of the other rooms as it was also white. She poured some water into her cup and used a spoon to mix the solution. “Tea?”

“Um,” Younghoon by now had already guessed that she could read his mind, so he tried his best to keep his thoughts silent. “No thanks.”

“Hm, shame.” She held her white up and walked towards Younghoon, sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of him. 

“Are you an Angel?” Younghoon asked bluntly, not knowing where his sudden confidence came from. He didn’t care though, he did almost die a few moments ago. At this point, he was gonna take any type of risk without rethinking the consequences that would take place.

“Well,” she responded while laughing, “you could say that I am sort of an angel I suppose.”

“So,” Younghoon awkwardly shifted on his bed, looking around the white room for a second inspection then finally settling his eyes on the woman in front of him once more. “I’m in heaven?”

“No, you’re not.” Before Younghoon could panic, she continued. “At least not yet.”

Obviously, that did not help with calming down Younghoon. “What the hell do you mean by not yet?”

“It is as simple as you hear it Mr. Kim,” she addresses him formally which makes the situation even more awkward, at least that’s what Younghoon thinks. But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that he doesn't know where he is, hell he might even die in a few seconds, depending on what the lady in front of him decides to do. 

“Oh, but it’s not my decision to let you die or not,” she smiles with what seems to be an attempt at a comforting smile, yet it still didn’t help Younghoon feel any better. “Believe it or not, it is yours.”

“This has to be a dream of some sort,” Younghoon curls his body up and puts his head into his hands, “you have to be fucking with me.”

“Unfortunately I am not, I can assure you that this is very much real.” She sighs before placing her cup of tea on the small table in front of her, completely ignoring the fact that he had just swore in the presence of an angel, her. “The car accident that you’ve been in a few hours ago was caused by you, and since it was ruled as an accident, you have a chance to fix your mistake. Right here, right now.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Younghoon shook his head, “I’m not even supposed to be here, I’m supposed to either die or come back alive, I don’t know! You’re the angel here.”

“Indeed I am,” she stood up and walked around the room, looking around, leaving Younghoon confused from behind her. She paused in her footsteps as she looked at a small painting of a water fountain. After some thought, she looked back at Younghoon with a sigh. “You’ve been brought back to me, so I could help you fix your mistake, and find your soulmate.”

“My soulmate is already dead.” Younghoon angrily spoke up at the mention of a soulmate, “I’ve given up already, can we let that go?”

“I’m afraid we cannot,” she smiled warmly and walked towards him, pointing her finger to his face. “I advise you to close your eyes Mr. Kim.”

Younghoon didn’t have time to react as a bright light engulfed and took over his vision completely.

FIRST MEMORY.

Younghoon slowly uncovered his eyes when he realized he couldn’t hear anything. He blinked a couple of times as he tried to regain his already gained vision. Rubbing his eyes with a sigh he quietly stood up and scanned the place around him, he looked like he was in a backroom of some sort–a storage room. There were boxes all around him, before he could even reach the boxes and uncover whatever laid under, a voice interrupted his actions.

That voice was yours.

His head whipped around for his eyes to slowly rest on your figure. You were holding two large boxes that looked quite heavy. He knew you tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious from the facial expression on your face that you were exhausted. You placed the box on the ground and gently laid your head on a stack of boxes that reached your height. You quickly regained your composure a few seconds later as a voice called your name.

There came out of the dark an older woman, who looked to be in her 70s, walking towards you with a limp in her walk and a small smile on her face. She held your face in her hands and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you so much for helping me out child,” she took your hand and faced your palm towards the direction of the ceiling, placing a couple of coins in your hand before closing it into a fist. 

“Mrs. Lee, I’m fine really, I just wanted to help—” you attempted to persuade her, but she shook her head with a smile.

“You were the only one who helped,” she replied with the smile still on her face, although it was slowly turning into a bittersweet one. “You’re not related to me in blood, unlike my children, yet you still wanted to help.”

Her small whisper broke Younghoon’s heart, he couldn’t understand how they wouldn’t help her with such simple tasks, leaving their mother all alone in her lonely place.

She removed her hand from yours and sighed, “you could wait with me until I close up, if you wish to stay for some tea with me. Although, you are of course free to leave as always.”

You nodded tiredly as a smile formed on your face, matching the one on Mrs. Lee’s face, “I’d love to have some tea with you.”

“That’s great!” She exclaimed, very excited to talk with you later. “I will be working on the cashier, you rest here for a bit.”

With a small nod you replied, too tired to speak, watching her stand out of the storage room and walk off. As soon as you were sure that she was out of your eye sight, you collapsed. Younghoon attempted to catch you but ended up falling with you as he realized that his hand went right through you. His eyes studied your lips as they parted, trying to make the breathing process a bit easier for yourself. 

He looked back into your eyes that were staring at whatever was behind him, and slowly but shakingly tried to place your hand beside your cheek, caressing it softly and ignoring the times his hand went through you. 

Younghoon sighed as the place started to slowly fade, as well as everything in front of him.

SECOND MEMORY.

Younghoon’s eyes land on the students that walk around him, not paying attention to him. Of course, he isn’t surprised by that fact. He already has accepted that he is somehow invincible, stuck in his memories filled by you. Why you?

He questions where you are in the groups of students when a voice from behind him catches his attention. 

“I don’t think I will ever understand any homework that she assigns, I swear!”

You laugh at their comment and walk beside them, following their pace. “It’s not that bad really, maybe you just hate the professor.”

“Or maybe you’re just too good at this subject!” They exclaim at your reply of defense, “you’re like the top student in her class.”

“I guess I just understand everything that she says easily,” you shrugged your shoulders and paused your walking to face your friend, once you realized you reached their class. “Or maybe it’s because I grew up with my family’s obsession with this whole major, I guess.”

Your friend rolled their eyes at your explanation that they had already heard, from all the times that you have told them and your other friends of small bits of your childhood in nostalgic conversations. Before they could speak, you cut them off with a quick offer. “If you want, I could help you like always.”

“Oh my god yes!” Your friend accepts with a smile as they squish you with a tight yet friendly hug. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s no problem really,” you break the contact and look back at them with the same smile, “see you later?”

“I’ll see you after my class, thank you again!”

Younghoon watches the friend walks to their class with a tinge of jealousy in his eyes, he then looks back at you and raises his eyebrows when he sees you reading from your phone. He walks over to your side and reads the email that the teacher has sent, explaining the assignment. 

Now that you have— not one, but two assignments to work on for your class, you are definitely going to be busier than usual today. Younghoon wishes that he could help you, but knows he is incapable of doing anything currently.

He sighs sadly.

THIRD MEMORY.

Younghoon finds himself in a place full of crowded people yet again, though he’s not in his school’s campus, but a busy street. He is specifically in front of a random charity store. 

He feels himself slowly becoming disappointed when he notices everyone ignoring the store and going their way, realizing that the store had been empty for a while.

Just as he had been wishing, you finally walked by him. Your steps suddenly pause, as well as Younghoon who was planning to follow you and walk by your side. He watches you walk towards the shop with a worried look in your eyes, he could tell you were contemplating whether or not to get inside and donate.

With only a small amount of money in your wallet, you head into the store with an optimistic smile. Greeting the person behind the counter kindly and handing the money they had.

Younghoon watched you with a bitter smile on his face, finding it quite bittersweet. With each memory he learns more and more about your kind heart.

FOURTH MEMORY.

“Huh?” Younghoon whispers to himself as he scans the place around him, he finds the place familiar, as if he had been in it before. The brick walls of the alleyway cover him. 

“Aww, hello there,” you coo at the kittens and the mom that were excited at the smell of food, the cat food that you bought from the pet shop down the street. “Oh, aren’t you all so cute?”

He realizes from the familiar clothes that you wore, that this memory might have been made on the same day as the charity place memory.

Younghoon turned his attention from the walls onto you, who’s crouched down and petting the cats as they eat the food that you put down for them. He walks over and crouches down as well, the smile on his face blooms as he looks at your face. He wonders if he’s ever paid attention to these special facial features on your face before.  

His attention goes back to the cats in front of him. He attempts to pet them but his hands go through them obviously, yet he still pretends as if he’s petting them normally. The cat meows at him and he pauses in response, feeling surprised at the cat feeling his presence, if not even being touched by him.

He looks back at you and feels his cheek go warm as a pretty pink settles over his face. Younghoon definitely knows what his favorite memory is now.

FIFTH MEMORY.

“The flower shop, aye?” Hyunjin asks you. 

“Well, yeah I guess,” you giggle in reply, “Mrs. Lee needed some help and I offered to help around the store here and there. I also go there sometimes to just talk with her, she’s become a great friend.”

“That’s great to hear,” Younghoon snaps his head in horror as he looks at himself, sitting in his respective seat. Memory Younghoon flashes a smile while you shyly look away and back at Hyunjin, continuing the conversation.

He remembers this memory clearly, as he had been in that position before, sitting in a coffee shop with his friends, chatting about anything and everything. You were there too, which makes sense why he was viewing this memory.

Younghoon, though, was now even more confused than he was before, the lady in the white room never explained that this could be possible. But, he guesses that anything could be possible when some sort of angel is involved.

The conversation continues and eventually comes to an end, everybody packs up their stuff and leaves— including Memory Younghoon. Out of everybody, only you and Hyunjin stay.

“When are you going to tell him?”

You choke on your drink, and Younghoon raises his eyebrows in confusion, while looking back and forth at the two of you. “Tell who?” You ask and act clueless, as if you don’t know what she’s talking about.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N,” she leaned in closer and crossed her arms. She whispers angrily, "when are you going to stop ignoring those dreams? I’ve been telling you that the only possible way to end the dreams might be just to tell him about them.”

“I don’t know,” you put your cup down and bite your lip anxiously, “I can’t just walk up to him randomly and be like ‘oh hey, I’m your soulmate, by the way,’ especially after—”

“Exactly!” Hyunjin cuts you off and leans back with a scoff, “that's exactly why he deserves to know. After Younghoon has told us that there's no chance that he has a soulmate, you could change that completely. His soulmate— is you.”

Younghoon stares at your face as you continue on talking, but your voice has been blocked out from his mind. The only thing he could focus on was you, and nothing else around him. He was in shock, he couldn’t form a sound and felt like everything surrounding him was going in slow motion. 

He snapped and was brought back to reality as soon as he noticed everything around him fade, his panic began to settle in as he ran towards you and tried catching your attention. He yelled and called out your name multiple times, but to no avail, no response was said from you.

Before the bright light engulfed his vision, he screamed at the top of his lungs and declared that his soulmate was you, Y/N L/N, all along. He wished in the couple of seconds that he had left that he would be given more time with you, not in memories, but in real time. 

Younghoon’s eyes open and he stares back at the white ceiling that greeted him, panic engulfs him as he begins to think that he failed, and was sent back to the angel and the white room that he awoke in before. 

He sits up with sudden energy, and then the pain finally takes in. He shouts in pain and holds his head in both hands, breathing quick as he tries to regain his vision and focus on the furniture that is placed in front of his bed. His screams and shouts catch the attention of nurses outside the room, and as the nurses surround him with quick moves, he is brought back to unconsciousness yet again.

He wakes up a few hours later, and the headache greets him as soon as he opens his eyes, he groans and sits up— slower than last time. Younghoon looks around the room and is surprised to see a nurse there too, organizing some things in the corner. 

“Excuse me?” Younghoon speaks up.

“Yes?” The nurse replies and turns around to face him, “do you need anything?”

“Oh no,” Younghoon shakes his head then clears his throat, “just, how long have I been here?”

“About two weeks,” the nurse replies with a warm and professional smile on his face.

“The two people that were with me that day, are they okay?” Younghoon asks with worry in his voice, hoping nothing that he didn’t want to happen comes out of the nurse’s mouth. 

“Yes, they are,” he responds with the same positive energy. “Fortunately, the accident injured one and almost killed the other, but they are alive, thankfully.”

“Oh,” Younghoon couldn’t explain how relieved he felt at that moment, “thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem.”

Later that day, after laying in his bed and doing nothing but eating, he is notified that he has a visitor. He looks at the door expecting some of his family members to walk in, but is surprised to see Hyunjin walk in with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi Younghoon,” Hyunjin places the bouquet beside him on the table and sits on the chair beside the bed. “Very good to see you alive and well.”

“Hyunjin,” he stares at her with his mouth open, unsure if he wants to tell her or not. Hyunjin tilts her head and waits for him to talk, and Younghoon talks. “I know that Y/N is my soulmate.”

Her jaw drops and the two of them sit in silence, with Hyunjin confused as ever at what she had just heard.

A week later, Younghoon had regained most control over his body, and was granted permission to visit his friends, and he knew exactly who he would visit first. He stared at the door of your room with contemplated thoughts, then finally pushed the door open and walked in. 

He closed the door behind him and looked at your surprised face, surprised that he would visit you at such a time. Before you could ask him how he was, he cuts you off with a small greeting.

“Hi soulmate,” with simple words that came from his mouth, all hell broke loose in your mind. 

Your jaw dropped at his words, similar to Hyunjin’s reaction from before, making him chuckle quietly. He watched as you looked at him with shock, stunned and dazed to the point where you couldn’t move, unable to think. You couldn’t process or think of a way of how he found out the truth. 

His smile stretched wider, Younghoon thinks to himself and decides that he had lied before, this is definitely his new favorite memory. However, he wonders. He wonders if this favorite memory would ever change, as he knows for a fact that both of your lives have now merged, creating a new future full of memories that include the both of you— together, as you two should be.

Memories that will definitely be more than five this time.

#ficscafe #koffeenet #kflixnet #younghoon x reader #kim younghoon x reader #younghoon #kim younghoon #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz headcanons #the boyz blurbs #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz smut #the boyz younghoon #tbz younghoon #sangyeon x reader #jacob x reader #juyeon x reader #chanhee x reader #changmin x reader #haknyeon x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #eric x reader

[maimaiapologist]

Tell me MORE ABOUT SAL:

👁🍙🚙❔(Yorinobu ofc)

tysm for asking!!! <3 it means a lot! (questions taken from here!) again, sal's canon is a huge wip so i need to figure out a lot of things.

👁 - Sandayu Oda: Answered here!

🍙 - Goro Takemura: Also answered in the link above!

🚙- Panam Palmer: Panam and Sal have very alike personality types: stubborn, energetic, and with a very strong temper. Add similar backgrounds as nomads and it’s the perfect recipe for a friendship that also has a lot of ups and downs. During the Hellman job, the two quickly get along and become buddies in mayhem, shooting Raffens and annoying Saul. But things get dicey when the Relic situation gets worse and Sal refuses to open up, not wanting to further harm Panam or the rest of the Aldecaldos, and Panam takes that as an offense and gets angry with her. (Can you tell that Relic fuckery causes half of Sal’s relationships to fall apart?) Thankfully, after Mikoshi, the two get their shit together and make up, with Sal even living with the ‘Caldos for some time, although I’m still trying to figure out if Yorinobu joins them or if the two lovebirds set off in order to keep Panam and the rest of the family safe. Either way, Sal and Panam remain friends for a long time and have a very close relationship, almost like sisters.

❔- Yorinobu Arasaka: I could write a whole novel about these two, and I’m actually thinking of doing so (can’t promise that I will finish it, though), but to avoid clogging your dash, I’ll be as brief as possible and put this under a cut.

Sal was vaguely familiar with Yorinobu before she got the heist job, mostly thanks to screamsheets, and regarded him as your average corporate playboy who wasted away his wealth and privilege on being a rebel without a cause; and her impression continued right up until the heist, when he murdered his own father in front of her. To Sal, who grew up in a nomad clan and very family-oriented cultures, seeing someone murder their own blood was shocking, to say the least, and thought that Yorinobu was a despot who was willing to use violence to his own game.

It wasn’t until she had to forcibly talk to him for the first time, after being captured by Arasaka forces during Hanako’s botched interrogation, that her impression of him changed. As shitty as it might sound, both saw in each other someone they could use to further their own goals: Sal, to finally get help (and Johnny out of her head) and Yorinobu, to further his plans of destroying Arasaka from the inside. Mind you, this is way before Sal makes contact with Alt or Hellman, so she sees Yorinobu as her only way in. She’ll take care of him later once everything is done, and take Arasaka down in the process, right? Right?

And, as I have said before: their story is a big ole fucking WIP so I haven’t got the specific details of how they come to share a mutual goal. There’s probably a lot of overly inquisitive questions by Sal and oversharing about childhood and trauma, Relic malfunctions, also a lot of questioning on Yorinobu’s part regarding the heist and all the shit that had been swept under the rug coming to light. And, in the end, when two people who’ve spent their whole life drifting and feeling like they don’t belong anywhere start sharing heart-to-hearts about family, violence, mortality, and grief, there’s bound to be some kind of connection.

Their relationship can get tumultuous—especially before Mikoshi, when both the pressure of Sal’s incoming death and the Relic chip turning her brain into jelly become the cause of many arguments that end up exploding because that’s what happens when two stubborn people get together. It has a lot of highs and downs, and even after the Relic’s taken care of and Arasaka has been (metaphorically) nuked, there’s still a rocky road ahead. But with him, Sal feels something she hasn’t felt in years: belonging, understanding, a place to be, and the joy of being in a relationship with someone who makes her appreciate the beauty of the world no matter how fucked up it might be. 

#god i'm sorry for the wall of text jdsfjkfjkds #asks #sal ventura #panam palmer #yorinobu arasaka #this is lowkey cringey i'm so sorry #otp: born to run

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Not A Documentary Film

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie wakes up to discover Gavin and his friends have had some 'fun' with him. Trouble is he can't really remember.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1266 Chapter: 3/?

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Self-Esteem Issues, mentions of anal sex, anal fisting, hints of group sex, amateur porn, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 2 / Part 1 / Masterpost

“Just open your legs a little more.”

Frankie huffed and shifted his legs as best he could, but his whole body felt sluggish. They’d been at this for hours now and he was tired. Too much of whatever Gavin had given him, plus two guys fucking him, made Frankie want to sleep. He could feel his eyes drifting close…

“Frank! Wake up, dude.” Someone shook his shoulder. “Fuck man, he’s too gone.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” That was Gavin. Oh yeah, Frankie sort of remembered. They were at Gavin’s friend Josh’s house again. Gavin had said something about a job. Or something. Frankie couldn’t remember properly. His head was fuzzy and it was time for sleep. Time for…

“Dude. He’s gonna pass out.” That sounds like Tyler. Frankie sort of liked Tyler. He was tall with dark hair and a muscular frame. He reminded Frankie of Benny in a lot of ways. Tyler had a big goofy smile like Benny. He had a habit of biting his lip when he was thinking like Benny. He was rough but not uncaring when he touched Frankie. Frankie had always imagined that was what sex with Benny would be like. Rough but loving.

“He’s fucking fine.” Gavin snapped back. He sounded mad. Why was Gavin mad? Frankie had done everything he’d been told tonight. Even the bits he didn’t really like. He didn’t really like being pissed on, but he’d let them. He’d open his mouth like Gavin had said. Why was Gavin mad?

“Dude!” Tyler sounded mad now. Pissed even. “I’m stopping. He wants to sleep. Let him sleep. Stop-”

“Fuck! Why are you being such a fucking whiny bitch Ty?” Gavin was shouting now.

“A whiny bitch?” Frankie could feel the hand pulled roughly from his ass. He could hear the two men moving away from him. The argument continuing. “It’s fucked up to do this if he’s out cold. Just…”

Frankie couldn't hear them now. He wasn’t sure if that was because they were far away or because he was far away. Way somewhere else. Somewhere nice. Someone put something soft over him. It felt nice and warm against his naked body. Frankie started to let himself drift.

Frankie wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but it was light when he cracked open one eye. He was still at Josh’s place, lying awkwardly on the sofa, naked as the day he was born, wrapped in a baby blue blanket. And fuck, he ached all over.

The camera stand from the night before was the only clue Frankie had to what the guys had been doing with him. He rarely remembered everything they did anymore. He preferred it that way for the most part. The things he did remember filled him with shame. Which just added to the reasons to get high.

If there had been a camera stand, then there had been a camera. That was the logical conclusion, right? They’d been filming what they did to him. Evidence of their night of sweat and shame. Shit.

A snort to his left made Frankie jump and turning his head, he was surprised to see Tyler asleep next to him. Looking around the room, there was no sign of Josh or Gavin. It seemed only Tyler had given enough shits to check on him. Frankie couldn’t help but feel touched.

Frankie tested his arms first, seeing how much effort it would take to move them. They didn’t feel as achy as the rest of his body, and with little effort he was able to prop himself up on his elbows to get a better look around.

The sitting room looked relatively neat, all things considered. Beer bottles on the coffee table but none on the floor. Nothing looked damaged or broken. Looking past the sleeping form of Tyler, Frankie could see a massive bottle of lube on its side next to the sofa. It was one of those big ones with a pump nozzle. Next to it were dildos. Great. There were four that Frankie could see, ranging in size from around the same as an average guy's dick to, well, much bigger than a fist.

Frankie decided to risk sitting up and immediately regretted it for two reasons. One was his back twinging, making him gasp in pain. Fuck. He was in his forties now and sleeping on sofas was not a good idea. Especially after a night of who the fuck knows what. The second reason Frankie regretted sitting up was a large amount of something wet leaving his asshole. Probably lube, he thought to himself. Probably.

The shifting on the sofa jostled Tyler and Frankie heard another louder snort before Tyler began to look around, his back still to Frankie.

“You awake?” Frankie whispered.

Tyler’s head turned, and he smiled at Frankie. That big goofy smile that reminded Frankie of Benny so much. Damn it.

“Hey, man. You feeling ok?” Tyler sounded hoarse.

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie nodded. It wasn’t a total lie. Physically it felt fine. Sore but fine. Emotionally was a whole other thing, but Tyler probably wasn’t asking about that. He probably didn’t care. Frankie gestured to the camera stand. “You guys were filming last night?”

Tyler actually looked guilty for a second. Or perhaps sad. Frankie didn’t really know him well enough to gauge. If he were more awake, then maybe he’d be able to figure Tyler out, but right now, Frankie felt like he could sleep for a week.

“Yeah, man. Didn’t Gav tell you? He was supposed to tell you. Make sure you were cool with it.” Tyler frowned and shifted on the floor to face Frankie.

Frankie laughed softly. “He might have, but I forgot.” He answered honestly. “I don’t always remember everything we, erm, do.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence filled the room as Frankie waited patiently for Tyler to continue. He watched as the younger man groaned as he stood up and looked around the room. Finally walking over to a pile of clothes on one of the armchairs. Tyler picked up the bundle and walked back to Frankie on the sofa.

“Here.” Tyler held out what Frankie now realized was his own clothes. “Gimme a sec, and I’ll get some wet wipes to help you get cleaned up.”

Tyler left the sitting room for a few minutes before returning with a pack of wet wipes and handing them to Frankie.

“Thanks.” Frankie nodded before gingerly lifting the blanket covering his modesty. Modesty. Huh, did he really even have that anymore? Tyler had seen everything before. What did it matter now? But as Frankie looked up at the younger man, Tyler smiled shyly and turned his back to give Frankie at least some privacy.

“So erm,” Tyler spoke softly and carefully as Frankie began to clean last night’s remnants off his body. “What do you remember from last night? What do you remember Gav saying?”

“Something about a job, I think.” Frankie struggled to recall. “I remember, I remember…” He trailed off as a wave of shame hit him like a truck. “Fuck. I remember being fucked. I remember, I think I remember being pissed on. Think you guys fisted me. Again.”

“Erm…” Tyler sounded as embarrassed as Frankie felt. “Yeah. We did, erm, we did those things. I, well, we came up with the idea of putting it online. There’s money in it. In porn, I mean. Good money in the extreme stuff too.”

“Wait.” Had Tyler just said what he thought he had? “It’s online?” Frankie felt like he’d been doused in cold water.

#frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x original male character(s) #francisco morales x original male character(s) #triple frontier #rock bottom fic #m/m fiction

[justinmitchellfan]

ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 10 of the continuation of the she's the one love story

Chapter 27 title: album

Mercedes point of view

I can't fall asleep, my eyes trained on the ceiling above me and every time I close my eyes and start to drift off ,this beat plays in my head and at first I thought it was some song replaying but I never recognized what song it was and that's when I realized it wasn't a song that existed already and not being able to ignore it anymore, I ease from underneath Ariana and head downstairs to the studio, this music won't leave me head until I get it out and as I walk in the room i notice one of my old journals sittin on the desk and I must've left it out before I went on tour, out of curiosity I pick it up and go through it

Minutes of looking through pages pass before I come across this song I wrote when I first found out about Arianas and Pete's engagement and I remember thinking that it was too soon ,that it was a bad idea but i was just a fan and it wasn't my place to really have those opinions on her life so I made those thoughts into lyrics and wrote them here and I'm about to put the book down and just work on the beat but I stop actually reading the lyrics and they seem to flow perfectly with the beat in my head and I can't deny that this could be good, it definitely has potential

As I'm working on it, humming the beat of the song, I get the feeling that I'm being watched and turning my head, I see my manager and best friend leaning against the doorframe and looking back at me and I jump ,my hand clutches me heart "what the fuck ant you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing up right now says mercedes as she exclaims and chuckling at my scared state ,he falls down in the couch and says "I heard a noise down here and came to check it out but that's beside the point, whatever song that's finna be sound dope, when you write that says Anthony "oh um back when ari and Pete got engaged ,I was messing around with it, thought I'd make it releaseable but I don't know says mercedes

"Hell yea you should, wait hold up you mean to tell me you had bangers just sittin around for years and you ain't done nothing with them says Anthony and I shrugged "I guess I never mentioned it because I didn't think they were bangers, these songs from when I was like fifteen, I didn't think anyone would like them says mercedes "man as Anthony smacks his lips "can I see says Anthony and feeling Slightly hesitant I think about it, I hadn't shared these songs with anyone literally no one but it's Anthony and I trust him "yeah sure as I hand him the journal and get up and as I'm heading towards the door, he stops me and asks "where you going says Anthony "just grabbing my phone from upstairs real quick, gotta make a couple calls says mercedes

Anthony nods "I'll wait for you down here then says Anthony and with that, I head upstairs into my room quietly not wanting to disturb the sleeping angel in my bed and quickly grab my phone from the nightstand and I leave back out just as quietly shutting the door with a soft click and going back downstairs to the studio and I sit down in front of the soundboard, looking back at Anthony I ask "so what do you think so far, should I record them says mercedes and he looks up from reading, his face lights up and says "fuck yes, I had no idea you were holdin onto such good songs man, if I did we would've been releasing these a long time ago, I'm about to make some calls, we need to fix this studio up a little bit because we're gonna be in here awhile

Keep us from going to the one at the label all the time says Anthony as he stands to go get his phone "Aye get scoot on the phone and get him up to speed on all this, wait what time is it says Anthony and frowning, I look down at my phone and it says 7 am and I turn back towards him and say "7, he should be getting up soon anyway as I shrug "I'll get him on the phone, you start makin calls, ima make some breakfast cause I'm hungry says mercedes "alright I'm just gonna get a couple things from my office and come back down says Anthony and I think for a minute, remembering the time "actually ima make breakfast then get the girls up, we can head to the label after says mercedes

Having the plan set ,I pick up my phone, head to the kitchen and get the ingredients I need for breakfast, I start on pancakes, letting those cook while I dial scooters number and it rings a good three times before he picks up and says "hey superstar what's up, why are you up this early in the morning anyway, thought you would be sleeping in since you just got home from tour says scooter and I laugh and say "mornin scoot and nah, I got enough rest already, couldn't sleep actually, I woke up in the middle of the night cause I dreamt of this dope beat and then couldn't stop thinkin about it as I wave my hand even though he can't see me

"Anyway that's beside the point, me and Ant were talking and we already have some ideas for my album and I wanted to run it by you says mercedes and the man chuckles on the other end "I'd say ari is rubbin off on you but you been workin hard since we met, I didn't think you'd have album material already, I mean i definitely wouldn't be opposed but mercedes you just got off tour, I thought you would want to rest for a while and spend time with ari and your family before releasing new music, let alone an album, I don't want you to overwork yourself says scooter and I take the pancakes off the stove and put them on a plate and set it on the table before starting on the eggs ,phone now pressed between my ear and shoulder

"I appreciate the concern scoot really but I'm ready, while I was on tour I was already planning the album, as for ari and my family we already had this conversation, they were the ones who encouraged me to go through with this, I mean at first I was gonna take some time off, you know go out to see Cali to see them before getting back into the studio but they know how I am when I have an idea for music and they encouraged me to start as soon as I was ready ,I mean we can take our time with this album, we don't have to be in a rush to release it says mercedes and he's quiet for a moment "well it sounds like you got your mind made up so ain't no use in saying no, what's the plan says scooter and I fist pump quietly celebrating as I finish the eggs and put them on a plate

Throwing a few pieces of turkey bacon on the skillet for myself and Anthony, I answer scooter "ok so Anthony is makin arrangements as we speak to get the studio fixed up so we can start making more music over here at the house, save Time instead of goin back and forth to the label, right now I'm making breakfast, when I'm done we're gonna get dressed and head to the label to start on the album while the studio gets fixed says mercedes and he hums "ok give me a couple minutes to get on the phone with the label, I'm pretty sure they'll be on board with this but I'll see what they say and I'll call you back with the news says scooter "alright bye scoot, see ya in a little bit as I hang up as I'm finishing breakfast

A smile instantly plays on my face when I feel arms wrap around my waist and a kiss being pressed to my neck and I turn, wrapping my arms around aris waist and give her a kiss "morning babe, I was just about to go and wake you and Courtney up for breakfast says mercedes "Morning baby says Ariana as she smiles back giving me one more peck on the lips "who was that on the phone says Ariana as she asks walking around the counter to the table and I follow her "oh it was just scoot, I was getting him up to speed on my plans for my album now that I'm off tour ,he said he's gonna run it by the label but he's pretty sure they'll be on board with it and he's gonna call me back with the news says mercedes

"Oh ok, I wanna know the plan says Ariana as she pouts cutely like I wasn't going to tell her anyway and we both sit at the table "well I kept hearing this beat in my dreams and couldn't stop thinking about it so I got up and came down here to start working on it and I was going through one of my old songbooks because I have a couple of em you know and It got me thinking and I decided I want to release some of the songs I wrote in the past but apparently Anthony heard me come downstairs and he joined me in the studio and started looking at the songs too says mercedes and she nods along as I talk ,cutting into her pancakes and looking back up at me

"He liked what he was reading and so we started talking about it and he convinced me to start working on the songs in my book and right now he's making arrangements so we can get the studio fixed up so we can start working on music from home, that way we not wastin time travelin to the label, for now though once we all finish eating breakfast me and Anthony are gonna head head to the label to start working on these songs and start planning out the album says mercedes and once again she pouts at me looking as adorable as ever "can I come says Ariana and I smile at her and nod "you and Courtney are more than welcome to join us while the people come and work on the studio set, I just didn't think you would want to be stuck in the studio all day with us says mercedes

"Baby of course I'll join you, I don't have any plans for today anyway so I'm all yours plus you know I love going to the studio with you, it's so much fun and you look all cute when you concentrate says Ariana and Rolling my eyes "ok, finish eatin, I'll go get them knuckleheads so they can eat and we can get ready to head out for the day says mercedes and Ariana nods as I stand up and go get Anthony and Courtney, the whole time the songs keep playin in my head and I come up wit some possible beats for the other songs and I just can't wait to officially start working on my first album

Chapter 28 title: features

Mercedes point of view

I walk upstairs to wake Courtney up and I make it to their room and poke my head in to see that she's already up and on her phone and she looks in my direction and smiles "hey mercedes what's up says Courtney "hey court, we're all headed to the studio for the day while some people come here to fix up the studio downstairs, dud you wanna come with us as I ask leaning against the doorframe and she looks up thinking for a moment before nodding "yeah of course I'll get dressed right now, thanks for the invite mercedes says Courtney "no problem court, oh and I made breakfast if you're hungry, I mean I made enough for everyone says mercedes and a smile hits her lips "aww that's so thoughtful thanks mercedes, I'll be down in a sec says Courtney

I nod "alright court I'll meet yall down there, I'm gonna jump in the shower Real quick says mercedes "ok see ya in a little bit says Courtney and I wave and head to my room and I lay my outfit on the bed and jump in the shower and once I'm out I grab my outfit and start changing and as I look in the mirror I run my fingers through my hair "I need a new style fir real" and my eyes then focus on my arm and I'm hit with an even better thought, I should get a sleeve tattoo, it'll look dope, making a mental note to find a tattoo shop and I do something with my hair and scan over myself again and once I feel like I'm ready, I head downstairs to meet up with the others ,I hit the bottom of the stairs and frown at the empty table, only to find them all waiting for me by the door

Noticing me, Anthony looks up from his phone and says "ok the people should be here any second to work on the studio and I just got off the phone with Scoot and he said the label is on board so he'll meet us at the studio and remind me to book you an appointment to get your haircut says Anthony as he frowns at my head "cause it's gettin out of hand says Anthony "I was just about to talk to you about that, I wanna change it up and as my eyes flicker to Ariana before I look back at Anthony "I wanna get tatted says mercedes and my girlfriends eyes snap up to me and her eyes look over my body before landing on my eyes and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and I legit feel Mt heart speed up a little, what is she thinking that has her biting her lip like that

I'm pulled from my thoughts when Anthony gets all excited "oooh yesss I've been wanting to get inked with you for the longest, do you wanna go Tomorrow says Anthony and nodding I tell him "fuck yeah, we could go as a group says mercedes "if we're getting group tattoos I need it to be small, yall know I don't have any big tats and I'd like to keep it that says Courtney pointedly looking at her small tattoos and we all agree to keep it small and as we were all planning out what tattoos we're gonna get, there's a knock on the door so I go and answer it and I smile politely at the group of guys and ask "hi ,you're here for the studio says mercedes and the one in front says "yes ma'am, you're mercedes varnado says the guy

"Yes sir, oh and please just call me mercedes as I step back and let them in "let me show you where the studio is, follow me as I lead them to the studio and turn towards them abd ask "did you need me to sign any paperwork or anything says mercedes and the guy I've been speaking to nods as the rest of his crew moves further into the room, set on working right away "yes ma- I mean mercedes says the guy as he digs into his bag and pulls out a folder followed by a pen "just sign here and tell me what you want done says the guy and I sign where he told me and I show them what I want done and once I'm finished I ask "how long do you think it'll take to get done says mercedes

He looks around the room before shrugging "we should be done by the end of the day, it'll cost a little extra though so we can rush the materials and equipment we need says the guy and I nod "ok great, just let me know the estimate and I'll write a check and I put my number on the paper just in case you need to call ,I'll leave the check on the kitchen counter" as I think of what else to tell him "also the front door locks automatically so make sure at least one of your guys is inside to let you back in of you have to leave for whatever reason says mercedes "ok,got it, we'll get started right away says the guy and I head out the room towards the others and tell them "alright everything is set, yall ready says mercedes

They all nod and head out, I set up the system so the door will automatically lock after the workers leave and we head towards the car and we make it to the label and as soon as we make it in the studio Cass and scoot are waiting for us and I dap them up and we bro hug ,them doing the same with Anthony and then hugging the girls and as we all settle in, the girls get comfortable on the couch with scooter and Anthony and Cass sit in front of the soundboard and Cass spins to face me and asks "so, what we working on today says Cass, Ariana and Courtney start a conversation with Scoot as I pull my journal out and show Cass the songs "so we're gonna be working on these, I've had em in the vault for a while you know but me, ant and scoot decided to work on putting some of these on my album, I got a lot of stuff waitin

Right now through we just gon work on releasing these says mercedes and scoot gets up from the couch and comes over to look at the songs and Cass says "damn bro where you been hiding theses bangers at says Cass and Scoot nods "and why is this the first we're hearing about this says scooter and I laugh and Anthony throws his hands up and says "that's what I said this morning when she showed me the songs says scooter "I wrote these when I was like 15-16 years old, i didn't think they were any good ok "subconsciously my gaze falls to the floor and scoot asks "wait you said there's more journals, where they at says scooter, Anthony and Cass look up in agreement, eyebrows raised as they wait for the answers

I tell them "oh yea I got a shit ton at the house I'll bring them in tomorrow, let's just focus on these ones for now though says mercedes and Cass nods "bet, let's get started then, which one do you wanna start with says Cass and I grab the journal and turn through the pages to find it then say "this one, I have an idea for the beat says mercedes and Cass nods and I sit in the third spinning chair "scoot I'm gonna need you to call in some people as I smile at the man hopefully and he chuckles and says "ok who did you have in mind says scooter "ok for this song I want it to have a dance/disco type feel to it so ima need a band instead of just a regular beat ,you know says mercedes

"Ok I'll get to work on that ,I know the perfect person for the job ,give me a sec to call them says scooter "we'll start on the beat for the next song while you do that says mercedes and the man makes his way to the door, calling out an agreement as he pulls his phone out and leaves and turning back to Cass, I smile a little and say "so while he does that ,for this next song I was thinking it should have a falsetto type thing like as I frown "I'm not sure how to put it says mercedes and Cass says "well them just show me so I can get an idea of what you're trying to go for says Cass "oh ok tell me when as I get up and head in the booth

Pulling the headphones on over my ears and i take a deep breath and look up, I see Arianas eyes on me, that same smile on her lips she always has when I'm working, it's like she's fascinated with me making music even though she does it all the time and I send a wink her way and once I see the red light come on, I sing "going nowhere fast, we've reached the climaxe, we're together, now we're undone, won't commit so we choose to runaway, do we separate, oh ,don't wanna give in so we both gave up, can't take it back, it's to late we've reached the climaxe, climaxe" and hoping I've got my point across, I wave for Cass to stop "you get what I'm trying to go for with this one as I ask

Cass nods and says "yeah I got you, I know who would be perfect fa this ,he worked with us last time ,I'm gonna get him ,gimme a sec says Cass and while he leaves ,I get out of the booth and sit with Ariana and the two knuckleheads, Anthony and Courtney are both nose Deep in their phones ,every so often they playfully push each other and laugh and reaching over, I pull Ariana into my lap, arms wrapping around her waist and her fingers immediately run up to my hair as she smiles at me "baby, why didn't you tell me you can hit those notes, got me feelin some type of way as Ariana leans down to whisper the last bit in my ear and I chuckle and kiss her neck "betta stop while we in here wit other people as I half joke

Ariana laughs, giving herself a minute to calm down before she asks "baby as her fingers nervously mess with my collar "who was that song about says Ariana and sighing I tell her "I wrote that after my breakup with my first love as I shake my head looking down at the memory of it all "it was a toxic relationship that took a lot out of both of us ,it was one of those things that hurt so good, you know like I didn't want to let her go but we'd reached a breaking point and decided it was best to end things for good says mercedes and Arianas arms wrap around my shoulders and she hugs me close "my God, baby I'm so sorry you had to go through that says Ariana "Bae it's fine, really besides I have you now and that's all that matters says mercedes

A little blush spreads across her cheeks and she buries her face in my neck and after a second she leans up "you know when you release that song people are gonna ask questions, think it's about us or something which means we can get ahead of those rumors and say something now or we can wait until after but they'll probably hade made their assumptions says Ariana and thinking about it for a moment, I shrug "it's up to you gorgeous, I'm down either way says mercedes "I think it'd be best to tell them now, it'll save us the drama of whatever rumors they would spread says Ariana

I nod "ok as I glance back at the door as scooter comes in "I gotta get back to work, we'll talk more in a little bit says mercedes and she nods and I give her a kiss not being able to help myself, I kiss her two more times before getting up and as I walk over to scoot, he looks up from his phone and says "ok I got good news and more good news, which one do you want first says scooter and I laugh "man , I don't know I guess good news says mercedes "ok first good news is I got you a band and they're on their way as we speak says scooter "ok great who'd you get says mercedes and he smiles proudly "well that bit is a suprise, the other good news is I told them about your songwriting abilities and they want you to help them with their album says scooter

I instinctively smile as well "oh awesome, can I at least have a hint says mercedes "ok fine, they're a famous pop band and you're definitely a fan of them says scooter, like that's any kind of hint "hmm famous pop band as I think about it but it's kinda hard and before I can guess the guy with the drum pad comes in with Cass, I forgot his name but I remember him working on my last song with me and they move to sit in front of the soundboard after I shake his hand and I shake my head and look at scoot "ok I'll just wait till they get here, I'm gonna finish working on the other song while we wait says mercedes "ok great, I'm chillin as he retakes his spot on the couch

I go over and sit next to Cass to go over the beat and once we have the beat sorted I nod and say "ok great, now all we gotta do is record the rest of the song, just give me the signal when to start as I get back in the booth and put my headphones in and wait for the red light to go on and the second the music plays in my ears I'm feelin it ,I let it course through me as I sing "🎶 I've fallen somewhere, feet off the ground, love is the cloud, that keeps raining down, where are you now, when i need you around, I'm on my knees but it seems we're going. Nowhere fast we've reached the climax, we're together, now we're undone, won't commit so we choose to runaway, do we separate, oh, don't wanna give in so we both gave up,can't take it back it's too late we've the climax, climax"

Singing the words makes me heart constrict just a little, it's like reopening the wound, remembering how horrible the relationship was does shit to my mind but I let the song do the healing "I gave my best it wasn't enough, you get upset ,we argue to much, we made a mess of what used to be love, so now why do I care, I care at all ,at all, at all, at all, going nowhere fast, we've reached the climax, we're together, now we're undone, won't commit so we choose to runaway, do we separate, oh, don't wanna give in so we both gave up,can't take it back it's too late we've reached the climax, climax" and the music hits a point where it begins to build in speed before well hitting a climax, it kind of crashes into the bridge

"You say it's better if we love each other separately, I just need you one more time, I can't get what we had off my mind, where are you now, when I need you around, I'm on my knees but it seems we're going, going nowhere fast, we've reached the climax, we're together, now we're undone, won't commit so we choose to runaway, do we separate, oh, don't wanna give in so we both gave up, can't take it back it's too late we've reached the climax, climax" and even as the music finishes I keep my eyes closed giving myself a second to breathe and when I open them, I wipe the tears out of my eyes and look back up to see everyone in the room including scoot with tears in their eyes and Cass sniffles a little and wips his nose "so who do I gotta kill says Cass

Everyone else agrees with him, chatter feeling the room as they talk about takin out whoever hurt me and mercedes chuckles and says "yall don't have to kill anybody but uh that song was about my very toxic relationship with my first love, I wrote this song right after we broke up for good when I was 15 says mercedes and all eyes widen and scoot says "hold up wait, the hell you mean 15, I'll kill that ili- ooo, what's their name says scooter and once again everyone is In agreement and I shake my head when I see Ariana fakin as if she was cooking a gun, Courtney makes a slicing motion and the two look like they're about to start conspiring and rolling my eyes, I say "yeah but I'll explain it later, right now let's focus on the music says mercedes

Anthony, knowing only a bit of the story says "fine but we're all finishing this conversation later and I walk out the booth and maroon 5 walks in and my body freezes mid step and I look around the room and pat my arms as if to make sure this is real and I look back to them and say "holy shit it's maroon 5 and then I look at scoot and ask "you got Maroon 5 to be on my song and he laughs and nods "yeah I know you love their music plus they're the perfect band for a song like this says scooter and one I stop fangirling, I greet them and explain what I'm trying to do with this track and once I'm done explaining, Adam says "I have an idea if you're interested says Adam and my head nods frantically "of course, yes, I'm all ears sats mercedes

Chuckling he says "so with this verse as he points to the paper with lyrics on it "maybe I can do the back vocals, see if it adds more character to the song says Adam "you know what, that would be amazing, let's try it out, now that we have the beat all sorted all we gotta do is record anyway says mercedes and together we walk into the booth and I try my best not to get geeked again, I'm in the studio with Adam Levine and after a deep breath in, I put my headphones on and Adam looks over at me and smiles with a head nod just as the red light comes on and the music floods my ears and I sing

Mercedes: whoaaa...whoa, oh.. yeah ,you and me and all that wild ,losing my collar, damn that's fly ,every guy that passes by.

Adam: look at her, look at her oh

Mercedes: and you say that it's nor right but where does he think you are tonight, does he know your nasty side

Mercedes(Adam): if you want to take me home and let me use you, I know he doesn't satisfy you like I do (ooh) does she know that there's nobody quite like you(ooh) so let me tell you all the things he never told you(ooh) I got these feelings for you and I can't help myself no more, can't fight these feelings for you, no I can't help myself no more

Mercedes: you and me let's go all night, going so high we fuck the sky, come with me now, fuck that guy

Adam: look at her, look at her, oh

Mercedes(Adam): if you want to take me home and let me use you, I know he doesn't satisfy you like I do (ooh) does he know that there's nobody quite like you (ooh) so let me tell you all the things he never told you (yeah) I got these feelings for you and I can't help myself no more, I can't fight these feelings for you, no I can't help myself no more, I, I, I(ooh) I(yeah), I can't help myself no more, I, I, I (Aye), I, I, I (yeah),I (ooOh) no I can't much longer and I can't help myself no more, can't fight these feelings for you, no I can't help myself no more, I got these feelings for you, got these feelings for you, got these feelings for you, can't fight these feelings for you (ooh...) no I can't help myself no more, I, I, I (yeah, yeah),I, I, I (yeah), I"

Just before the recording cuts, Adam looks over at me and says "that was fun says Adam and I chuckle and look through the glass to see everyone staring wide eyed and once Cass gathers himself he says "all I wanna know is, when was this written, why was it written and who are you throwing shade at says Cass and everyone including maroon 5 agreed with him looking at me expectantly and I laugh, looking down as heat rushes up my neck and say "when? It's wierd but, it was back before I even knew ari personally, when I read about her engagement with Pete and also when we had that fight before chances tour says mercedes

Taking the headphones off, I leave out of the booth with Adam and continuing answering "why? Well at the time ,with the fight, I thought she was with him that whole time and I was just a side piece as I was avoiding looking at Ariana as I speak "and I was still pissed off about her reaction to it all when writing this song, shade towards, Pete obviously and uh her a little bit says mercedes and scoot, still wide eyed asks "wait you just said two different time periods so which is it says scooter and I say "well, I wrote the first verse after I found out about their engagement then, then I finished it after the fight says mercedes and Adam nods along "so for the most part, this song is more recent says Adam

Courtney breaks the short silence with a laugh "oooooo, damn mercedes, you ain't have to do him like that says Courtney and I smack my lips and fall down onto the couch "shit, fuck that guy, he better be glad I didn't beat his ass for being all over my girl like that says mercedes. But no one replies so I look up only to see Ariana getting up from the couch and coming towards me and everyone's eyes instantly snap away as she straddles my lap and starts massaging my temple "baby relax he's irrelevant, I'm good now, you don't have to worry about him, no use in getting yourself worked up about nothing says Ariana and when I don't say anything she grabs my chin and makes me look up at her "okay says Ariana

Looking into her beautiful brown eyes, I nod "ok but I'm serious if he starts talking shit I'm beating his ass says mercedes "baby he won't, if he's smart he'll leave us alone says Ariana and I take a deep calning breath and nod, leaning up to kiss her quickly and Anthony then claps his hands "ok enough about that irrelevant, naked mole rat looking ass ,piece of shit smelling ass, fish are friends face ass says Anthony and everyone breaks out into a laugh at his words and he doesn't speak again until we chill "so let's talk about this maroon 5 collab, do yall wanna start planning that now says Anthony

I look over at Adam and he says "oh yeah we've started the recording process but we're stuck on this one song but we can iron that out tomorrow or something, for now though we should all go get lunch first before we start your next song says Adam and everyone agrees with the idea, it has been hours since we got here and Cass asks "oh yeah, real quick, what do you wanna name these two songs we worked on says Cass "the first one is climax, I'm thinking we name the second feelings, that's what I named them in my journal, I kind if have names for all the songs in my journal says mercedes and Cass turns to the laptop and saves the files with the song names and once he's done he claps and stands up "alright, let's go get some lunch and come back says Cass

Chapter 29 titlt: new, but old, music

Mercedes point of view

We were in the middle of having lunch and I was scrolling through my insta when I came across a video I wish I'd never seen, from a couple years ago, of me rapping one of the first songs I ever wrote and I thought I deleted this video for Samias phone and I guess Ariana noticed my expression as she asks "baby what's wrong says Ariana and i turn and look at her and say "Samia posted a video of me rapping one of the first songs I've ever written says mercedes and scooter shrugs "okay, what's wrong with that says scooter and I look over at him "the problem with that is the video is not only embarrassing but when I wrote it we were just messing around, I would never release that song or post that video seriously " and shaking my head ,I say "Samia loves that song, she thinks I should release it says mercedes

Just as I say that everyone's phones pings with notifications and they all check their phones and they start laughing and that's when I knew they're looking at the video and once they stop laughing, Adam says "I mean you make the song and video sound so cringe worthy but it's actually kind of good, samias right mercedes you should release this says Adam and when everyone agrees with him, I sigh and beside me, Ariana hand smacks the table excitedly "what if you let your fans decide says Ariana and I frown thinking about what she's suggesting and I nod "okay let's see what they sayin says mercedes

When I scroll over to my Twitter, I get a feeling I know what they're saying when I notice the large notification number in the red bubble and clicking into the app, I see the video is number two trending and number one trending is #releasestealyourman and scooter smirks and turns to me saying "welp we better get the check now, you got a song to record says scooter and i facepalm and groan into my hands and mumble "fuckin Samia man says mercedes and they all laugh and we pay the bill and in little to no time we're walking back into the studio, everyone finding their previous spots and Cass looks over at me and asks "so when you wrote this did you have a specific beat in mind says Cass

"Um we had an idea, just not sure I'll work, let me just get in the booth and start singing and we can play it by ear says mercedes and he nods "ok great go ahead says Cass and I get in the booth and put my headphones on and wait for the red light and as I'm singing the song I find myself subconsciously smiling and I can't help but remember when we wrote these lyrics and how incredibly childish I thought it was but it was fun and I had mad fun messing around with Samia and for the next 30 minutes, we try to work on the beat, playing around with different autotunes and instrument sounds then I get an Idea and I turn to scoot and tell him that "what're you thinking says scooter as he asks

"Ok for the chorus instead of what I just recorded I'm thinking we use the audio from the video so it keeps the authenticity of it and my voice sounds younger plus Samias voice is in it as well, then for certain verses I feel like it would sound better from a maybe softer singin female, just not sure who says mercedes and mercedes looks at everyone in the room as they think of people who could be in it and then scooter snaps his fingers and smiles "oh shit, I got the perfect person for the first rap verse and before you ask its a suprise says scooter and then Cass says "I have the perfect person for the second rap verse says Cass and they lean in and start whispering, all while I from and watch

Scooters eyes goes wide and says "you're a fucking genius ,I'll call them right now, give me a second says scooter and he goes outside to make the call and returning a couple minutes later he comes back and says "ok they're on their way and you may want to check your socials, celebs have been commenting about the video wanting to collab with you says scooter "no cap says mercedes as her eyes widen and he laughs and says "no cap says scooter and everyone checks their phones and I do in fact see a lot of celebs commenting on it saying they want to collab with me, we all start celebrating, Anthony grabbing my shoulder and shaking me excitedly

Laughing i say "this might not be that huge or nothin but I'm tryna celebrate, maybe tomorrow night, go to dinner and the club or somethin says mercedes and Courtney is the first to agree, saying "hell yeah, you know I'm always down to go clubbing with you mercedes says Courtney and I smile and point at her and we all laugh and I of course turn to ari "Bae you should invite the rest of your friends so I can finally meet them says mercedes and she awes and leans into my side "you want to meet the rest of my friends says Ariana and mercedes nods "that's a great idea baby I'll call them right now says Ariana and from there she goes outside just as Megan thee stallion and cardi b walk in

I go wide eyed for like the hundredth time today and my heart starts to pound and I stare at the two women as they greet scoot and nod familiarity at Cass "holy shit, it's hot girl Meg and cardi fucking b as I fangirl to myself, bouncing in my spot a little and I then turns towards cass and scoot and say "these are the perfect features yall was talking about says mercedes and they smile and nod their heads, excitedly I hug them and I greet Megan and cardi b and they both smile at me and give me a hug before I show them and once they get done reading it, they look at each other and Megan says "damn this song is nice ,catchy as hell too ,when did you write this says Megan as cardi agrees with Megan

I laugh and say "I actually came up with this song with my little sister Samia when I was 18, she was only 4 when she helped me with it ,don't ask how she managed to help Mr come up with a song like this at 4 cause I have no fucking idea myself says mercedes and they Laugh at that and we spend the next hour recording their verses, adding and removing things and eventually we finish and Cass plays the finished version and Adam says "yo this is some fire, your fans are not ready says Adam and i turn to see megan and cardi smirking and I say "yall thinking what I'm thinking says mercedes and cardis eyes move over to my body and says "if it's a threesome then yes says cardi b

I laugh, literally feeling Courtney raise her eyebrows and look at me and we both know her best friend ain't gon have none of that "belcalis, you nasty girl no, you're gon have to take that up with Ariana ,it's not up to me but I was thinking we should tease the fans says mercedes and Megan nods and says "I'm down for either suggestion just FYI says Megan as she winks at me, eyes looking me up and down like cardi had "but yea we should tease our collab says Megan and as we all get on our phones, I glance at Courtney who just shakes her head at me, it ain't my fault they over here talkin bout threesomes, I didn't do nothing

I go on the gram and immediately get an idea and I look at Courtney and ask "Aye court, you wanna help me tease the fans says mercedes and she jumps up with the quickness "hell yeah, what we doing days Courtney and I explain my plan and move over to the couch so I can take a video of her dancing to the beginning of the song then I post it on the gram and Twitter with the caption: my hair like to swing 💁‍♂️😝 and then I go to megs page and see that she tweeted: backpack girl wanna fight that's a clapback, she also tweeted: never catch me hangin with some typicals and I also go to cardis page and see she tweeted: thumbin through a check, while runnin through the block

Everybody is retweeting and commenting us question marks, asking who pissed us off, do they smell a new song and stuff like that, then I see my sister tweeted me saying: oop🙊I see you big sis finally you release our masterpiece, where the otha one at, hmu I need all the ☕️ and that's when the fans lose their shit, my phone blows up, vibrating with each notification that comes in

Laughing at the fans and Samia, I Tap Megan and cardi and sho them my sisters tweet and they Laugh and ask "when should we release it says both cardi and Megan and of course I look at scoot and he shrugs and says "it's up to you, shit we could release it Tomorrow if you wanted says scooter and it's as if we're all in sync cause everyone else goes wide eyed and looks at each other as I say "that's perfect we were already talking about going out celebrating, speaking of as I turn towards cardi and Megan and ask "did yall wanna hang out with us tomorrow, we were gonna get something to eat and go clubbing after but me, ari, court and Ant were shopping and get tatted during the day if yall wanna tag along says mercedes

Cardi says "hell yea I'm always down for getting tatted and shopping, been thinking of new tats since as she starts to ramble about her tattoo ideas, I look to Meg who agrees with her and asks "so announce the song or later says Megan and I smirk and say "let's play with them a little bit more then announce the song says mercedes and we all get on our social and mess with the fans a little, then once we announce the song, Megan turns to me and says "you should play on of the songs you wrote says Megan and like always, everyone is here for that idea so I ask cardi "what vibe, I have all kinds says mercedes and cardi says "oo play one of your nasty songs says cardi as she sticks her tounge out and twerks in her seat a little

I laugh, averting my eyes so I'm not glared at by Courtney again and say "should've known you was gon sat that but ight bet, this one still needs to be recorded so might as well work on it right now as I turn to Cass and I explain what kind of beat I need for this one and I get in the booth and put on my headphones and wait for the red light

"🎶 I see the one, could she be that lady? I feel you creepin, I can see you from my shadow, wanna jump in my Lamborghini Gallardo, maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae bo, and possibly bend you over. Look back and watch me, smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore. Smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh" and when I look out at everybody they gettin lit, Megan and cardi immediately start twerkin and I resist the urge to laugh "smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Upfront style, ready to attack now, pull up to the parking lot slow with the lac down, mercedes got the whole club packed now, step in the club now and wardrobe intact. I feel it down and cracked now(ooh) I see it dull and backed now, I'm gonna call her, then I put the mack down, money no problem, pocket full of that now. I feel you creeping, I can see you from my shadow, wanna jump in my Lamborghini Gallardo, maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae bo and possibly bend you over, look back and watch me. Smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ohh looks like another club banger, they better hang on when they throw this hang on, get a Lil drink on, they gonna flip for this good shit, you can bank on it" and if I thought they were lit before, as soon as I start rapping they start cheerin and everybody but Cass starts dancing, he nods and bounces along as he controls the soundboard "pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws, the way she climbs up and down them poles, looking like one of them putty-cat dolls, tryin to hold my woodie back through my drawers, steps upstage, didn't think I saw, creeps up behind me, she's like YOURE- I'm like, "yeah I know, let's cut to the chase" no time to waste, back to my place

Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away or more like a palace, shall I say and plus I got a pal if your gal is game, in fact he is the one singing the song that's playin, I feel you creeping, I can see you from my shadow, wanna jump in my Lamborghini Gallardo, maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae bo and possibly bend you over, look back and watch me. Smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Mercedes is rollin, ant and em rollin, bo abd all marvelous them rollin, women just hoein, big booty rollin, soon I'll be all in them and throwing d, hitting no less than three, block wheel style like whee, girl, I can tell you want me, cause lately. I feel you creeping, I can see you from my shadow, wanna jump in my Lamborghini Gallardo, maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae bo and possibly bend you over, look back and watch me. Smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, till you get sore, smack that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh as mercedes finishes singing/ rapping

The second I step out of the booth, they cheer again and the girls stop twerking and Meg shakes her head with a laugh and asks "when the fuck did you write that one says Megan and I laugh and say "I was 18 uh going through a little fuckgirl phase says mercedes and cardi says "it's not even that bad though, mad I missed it as she eyes me, biting her finger seductively and I laugh and say "I was about to say that's not even the most explicit one I've written says mercedes and all eyes on me as they simultaneously exclaim "the fuck you mean not the most explicit" and I laugh my ass off and go to show them my journal, they don't even know