#fuck seven x killer seven artists

[mr-retnuh]

A meme I made a long time ago. I will try to make a drawing of it soon

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Till' death do us apart: Chapter 3

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel. Warnings: Murder, the axe man of Louisiana. Mostly backstory. Smut. Valentino being the sick fuck he is.

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“Scandal! Brutal murder, four more men found, missing a variety of body parts and inner organs!” were the headlines, seven different papers covering the same Serial killer, with now a body count of thirteen victims.

You had collected the alleged Axe-man of Louisiana three years before he started. But the recent events, were a different pattern. The people thought it was the same murderer, the weapon, the fact he did not steal a single object of value and the objectives, they were almost the same modus operandi.

However, their victims had a reputation as local alcoholics, abusers, rapists and generally bad people. The fact that the bodies were missing organs and mainly limbs was what had people terrified, they were dealing with a cannibalistic imitator.

Detective had a severe hard time investigating the bodies, giving that their psychopath was no idiot, he hid the bodies in hunting grounds of the bayou, which everyone knows either wild life, or the hunting hounds may smell the blood and dig in, damaging any evidence he may have left.

You on the other hand, knew his face very well.

The 1920s were already experiencing a lot of hustle and bustle, more for a social issue than anything else, New Orleans had lost one murderer and gained another, this one adopting the fame of the one who preceded him.

And they were not so different, the Axe-man's victims described him as a man with a strong build and who wore a dark suit.

The last formal assassination of the Axeman was in 1919, the man was foolish enough, to your taste, to leave a letter behind.

“I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axe-man. When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.” You saw him write, his ink being the blood of a man from whom you already sent his soul up to heaven. His scalp split apart.

Such arrogance and ego, well, it wasn’t a surprise, he was mortal after all.

“I’m gonna live forever!” he laughed hysterically to himself, unaware of your presence behind, his name written in ink on your list. “Is that so?” your voice echoed in his mind, making him freeze in place, “I admire you, human, but I’m afraid I have to cut your fun short”.

He somehow gathered the strength to turn around, his bloody axe falling into the ground with a heavy thud. He took a shaky breath as you walked closer, your many eyes reflecting on his, “It’s time” he shook his head at your words, “NO! this cannot be the end, I…I have so many…so many things I need to do” his sudden arrogance made a disappearing act.

“There’s nothing I can do” you pointed down at his body, lifeless on the floor, a smile on his face despite having falling on top of his axe, “Well, fuck” you giggled at his expression, “Is a good thing that you put me in a good mood, I will do you a favor, but you must do something for me in exchange” his body language perked up in your direction, expectant.

“I will hide your body and make it as if the Axe-man killed you, so no one will connect you to her, and you’ll remain the ghost you deemed yourself to be” you saw his eyes lit up with the proposition, “But, I will do you no such pleasure to send you to Hell, instead you will pledge your services to me, and serve in my land, throughout eternity” your powers manifested a pair of chains, clasping around his hands, pulling him closer to you.

He scoffed, smiled and then he dared to utter, “What makes you think I would accept such bullshit?”, to which you laughed.

“Otherwise, I’ll keep you here long enough for you to watch your victim’s wife call the police, then they will unmask the oh so fearsome killer, who would, to probably anyone that hears, be a disappointment to know that he was just a fed up wood artisan, a xenophobic and a failure, whose cause of death was that, on his run, he tripped on a branch and fell, head first on his own axe” you were deadass mocking him, but even a cold blooded murderer like him had an ego, so he did nothing but let out an annoyed groan.

“Fine, you made your point” he took your hand, “What now?” his body started morphing into a grey skinned small creature, with short wings on his back, and a pair of small horns on his forehead, “I’ll file your soul to Limbo, in the meantime, can you be a dear and feed my menagerie of pets, please?” you handed him a bucket of meat and pushed him into a black portal.

“Oh, and please be careful” he looked back at you as you smiled, “The wendigo bites if she feels threatened, thank you!” you closed the portal, last thing coming out of it as it disappeared was the Axe-man scream for mercy.

The cannibal, on the other hand, was very much more intriguing.

You watched as he dig into the soil, your body lying on the handle of your spear, barely hovering the ground. Something, maybe the way he moved, the almost permanent smile on his face, his darling brown skin, the sweat making his caramel brown locks stick on his face, or the way he was so satisfied with the violence he released on the man, but there was a spark in him, that was so…

Interesting.

And of course, people could say, "Oh no, that's horrible, Death has a taste for maniacs, horrible, she's crazy!" To make matters worse, a cannibal sociopath, who feels, not pleasure, but satisfaction from the slaughter. Or so you thought, because despite the everlasting smile on his face, he showed no other emotion. How you dreaded not being a mind reader, otherwise you would’ve ransacked his brains…probably.

The funniest thing about him is that he killed the men out of idleness, while the women, being the vast majority of his victims, were chopped up to eat.

And yes, it would have been a deal breaker if he didn't make it so...poetic. You might ask, how the fuck could cannibalism be poetic? Well, the same as if you practiced eroticism on the hamburger you normally eat, but instead of a cow thigh, it was a human leg. Although you were very attracted to watching him cook, the fact that it used to be someone, didn’t failed to make your appetite go to hell.

You didn't know much more about that enigma of a man, and searching for him throughout Louisiana would interrupt your work, so for the moment, you had to turn around, and simply wait, for the blood of his next victim to call you back to his side.

And you just knew when the call was about him.

⚰️ 📻

Taking a deep breath was a big mistake, although it was hot, the air that went through your throat was bitter, acidic, it felt as if it was burning its way down, slowly. Your body regained consciousness with a lot of resistance, your eyelids desisted any attempt of lifting, the material covering them was soft as well as the one under your knees, that much you could feel.

Your arms were forced up, securing your sitting position, your body painfully relying on top of your calves. A chill breeze going up your spine made you acknowledge that they had dispose of your clothes, vulnerable at the sight of everyone. Again.

“Mariposa, you’re awake” butterfly he called you, Valentino’s velvety voice sounded, seemingly, not very far way, yet not at arm’s reach either. “You know, word ‘round the street stated that a fallen angel was fighting, my, and I thought it might’ve been an exorcist that was left behind, forced to fight for her life, but instead…” he carried that last word, taking just one step closer as he spoke.

“I find six scars on your back” his breath collided against your ear, “I found myself rather, confused, so enlighten me, preciosa, what other secrets you keep hidden from me?” his finger ran under your chin, while another hand unclasped the band that kept the gag on, letting it fall on your lap.

“Why does it matter?” you heard him smile at how dry your voice sounded. “I do have a question for you, may I?” he allowed you to, his silence was answer enough.

“You seriously waited in the room for me to wake up? Ha! Such a dramatic one you are” your mockery earned you a punch to your gut, but you expected it.

“That little attitude of yours, though it is enticing, will get you killed” he growled, clearly losing his patience, “Spare me the speech, will you? I’ll be eternally grateful” he noticed how though he manhandled you, there’s not an ounce of fear in your voice, but perhaps you didn’t know.

“I know angels can be killed with holy steel; you must be no different, and you bleed” his confidence made you huff in mockery, “Look, we can do this forever, I have an eternity ahead of me, whilst you, eventually will cease to exist, I just have to wait, I trust you made enemies along the way?”.

“You are way too confident, I’m gonna have to fix that” he purred.

Trying to negotiate with a man so used to having what he wants, was futile. “You don’t quite heal, do you?” his hand graced down your scarred chest, long and sharp marks covered your torso, mostly  grew from the center of your chest going outwards, the middle part was golden, then there was a black-purple hue, “A high archangel made them, if you see one covering a whip with their blood, run, I barely survived” the bare memory made the sting on your chest wake, feeling each reminder with every breath. He chuckled, He cut the rope above your head, your arms however did not fall, he held them still with his hands, letting them fall gently against the small of your back.

It wasn't really a surprise, but you weren't used to having so many hands on your skin. “I’ve never had an angel, I wonder what things will I do to you, to what extent I can go” he wondered, his cheek delighting in the warmth and scent of your clavicle, “Why so quiet? Talk to me, what have you tried?” he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, his voice sending vibrations down your spine, “Sex related? Not much since the fall of Babylon”.

“What a unique specimen, your hands are rough but soft, the muscles on your back where, I dare suggest, your wings were are built to lift a hell of weight, you’re a soldier, strong but velvety to the touch, I dare say, you’re magnificent, Angelito” he sat behind you only to pull your hips backwards until you were in between his legs.

To think that not even your previous husband, a man who, although he treated you with devotion until the crude end, never touched your body with such eroticism and desire, more like never at all. Valentino kept you at bay by holding your hips in place of his, while with his other pair of hands, he decided to take his time to savor all the violent spasms his small actions caused. His bulge grew with each whimper he managed to rip from your throat.

“So wet, and I barely touched you” he taunted, cupping your dripping heat, making your head fall backwards on his shoulder, “Okay, stop, it’s enough” the hands on your hips moved up to your breasts, he was specially careful with the split nipple, it obviously took a hit of the whip as well.

“Be honest with me, if you really didn’t wanted me to touch you, wouldn’t you transform and kill me?” he made a point, and it stabbed your pride really hard, so you stayed silent, “Deep inside, you know you need this, let me take care of you”.

His upper hands handling your outer skin were soft and gentle, while he slid two fingers inside your core, earning a surprised yelp from you. His digits worked looking in between the soft walls for your G spot, he smiled at your back arching against him, with both moans of pain and pleasure.

His tongue left pink trails down your neck, it was a slimy sensation, but not as distasteful as to actually taking smile in your hands.

He noticed your breathing getting harder and your walls sucking on his pumping fingers, so he flipped positions, breaking the rope that held your hands together, allowing you to fall against the soft fabrics hands still pinned over your head.

“What a good girl you are” he praised, ridding you of the blindfold. His eyes glowed red, even more when he got a good look of your golden irises, and the way your long locks fell against your face, drenched in sweat, “Wouldn’t you like to stay with me?” he caressed your face, moving away everything that prevent him from seeing you, “You promised…” you barely stated, as he kept his idle touches, always ghosting your poor and needy clitoris.

“I know” he groaned displeased. His tongue licked over your lips, forcing his way in. Sucking, biting and moaning against your lips. Your knees were suddenly pulled apart, an unexpected heat fell against your folds, taking in as much juices as he could, before pushing himself in.

You moaned as he kissed you, feeling him smile before he took his mouth from yours and pressed it against your shoulder, sucking on small marks as he reveled in your body contorting at the intrusion.

He wasted no time, he initiated a bruising rhythm, slapping his slender hips against you while his dick hit all the places you neglected for millennia. Sure, he never courted you or asked you for any permission whatsoever, you were conscious of that, but he was right, if you had truly hated his advances, you would’ve easily erased him from existence.

Everything about you was heat, electric sensations numbing your brain, between the rubbing of his skin against yours, his constant adoration, your insides being abused, all sensations that you longed, you just didn’t know how much.

“I…Feels tight!” he laughed at your desperation, “Cum preciosa, you can do it” he thrusted in a few times until he felt himself letting go, just after one last strong bite to your neck, you released.

“Hey Val, get this, the princess of hell made another commercial, fucking idiot” Velvette came walking through the door, her phone being the only thing here eyes wouldn’t glue off from, so she really didn’t paid attention to the scene going on.

Though, the words princess of hell ignited a flame, one that made your irises go black again, making Valentino stare at you horrified, “She is not talking about Lilith, is she?” Valentino just shook his head, “Lucifer had a daughter, you didn’t know?” he slipped off of you, then walked away to put on a puffy robe he had around.

“Holy shit, you didn’t” he surprised at you angered reaction, “Velvette dear, our friends needs an outfit, she’s about to see her family” he half mocked you, but he had to tore your clothes earlier, because he lacked the patience to removed them carefully.

“Sure” with a snap of her fingers you were dressed in a puffy dress with a lot of hearts and ribbons, “Could you make me look a bit more presentable? Like a 1940’s attire” she sighed, snapping her fingers again. A long sleeved dress hugged your figure, the dark blue fabric going down on you stopping at your ankles, the neck was high and covered everything that Valentino had done previously.

“Thank you miss Velvette, much appreciated” she smiled at her work as you walked in the blue high heels she had materialized, rather proud of how pretty you looked. “I’ll have my car take you to that shithole, but before that, Voxy?” Valentino stopped to give the word to the TV man.

“I need an assistant, I’ll pay you a considerate amount for it, you just have to file a few things and arrange my schedule” Of course there was the soul exchange on the golden paper he handed you, “I’ve heard that men like you trade work for ownership, I have to warn you though, I own no soul, since I’m not exactly alive” he widened his eyes at that, he took the paper and scratched that part, “There, fixed” you laughed as you signed, “Fine, whatever. I start tomorrow, I have a family matter to attend to”.

Oh what a hell you were going to drop on your brother.

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[fayes-fics]

Revelation

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU).

Summary: Modern AU. It's a revelation what a Bridgerton mouth and hands can achieve...

Warnngs: 18+ smut, minors DNI, fingering, oral sex (m to f), d/s undertones, dirty talk.

Word Count: 3.9 k

Author's Note: Unbetaed. This is a request fill for the talented @broooookiecrisp from this ask (essentially Benedict gives reader their first orgasm not from their own hand). Thank you to two other talents @eleanor-bradstreet for the title and @bridgertontess for the edit image above, which screams modern menace Benedict.

Your housewarming party is in full swing when he walks in, wine bottle in hand—the first man you ever fancied, aged just seven years old to his ten. Almost twenty years later, there’s still a slight flutter in your chest when he appears. Benedict Bridgerton. Rich, handsome, sweet, funny, artistic, always surrounded by a bevvy of suitors of all genders—his natural ease and open personality just attracts everyone, like bees to pollen. He sees you and smiles that killer smile, embracing you quickly and handing you the bottle with genuine warmth. One day, when he finds his special person, you know deep down you will always be a little jealous of them, that they get to be in his orbit every day. 

As the evening rolls on, you find yourself in the garden, taking some fresh air and helping your sister recover from her own heavy-handed mixed drinks. In contrast, you've only had one glass of wine - yes, the one Benedict bought; he has impeccable taste - wanting to be a responsible party host. She sits next to you on your cheap, foldaway beach chairs on the otherwise empty patio.

“Found anyone you want to fuck?” she teases with her trademark bluntness.

A hollow laugh echoes into your glass. “As if.”

“Come on,” she needles, “it’s been MONTHS since your last breakup. Don’t you miss having someone else be responsible for your orgasms?” 

“Hah! Chance would be a fine thing,” you scoff.

“Wait, are you… wait,” she is staring at you open-mouthed, “are you telling me no one has made you come? Like ever?”

You blush and avert your eyes, picking imaginary lint from your party dress. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks astonished. “Have you never…?” she whispers.

“Oh, I can get there myself. But err, no one else has put in the requisite effort, to be honest,” you shrug, being truthful. You doubt she will remember this conversation when she sobers up.

“But you’re twenty fucking six years old,” she emphasises, “someone else needs to give you an orgasm. Bloody hell, you were with Phil for two bloody years, and he never…?”

You shake your head. “I mean, he tried, but I guess maybe... I dunno. Maybe it’s just not something I can do via someone else?” you posit.

“Bullshit,” she opines loudly.

And silently, unseen by either of you, someone else agrees with her.

—

You wander back into the party, and not long after, a hand wraps around your forearm.

“Got a moment?” Benedict asks.

“For you, Bridgerton, always,” you grin.

He smiles sweetly, and you pretend not to notice your heartbeat spike as he laces his hand with yours and draws you upstairs, away from the noise and hubbub. Before you know it, he leads you into your bedroom and softly closes the door.

“I have another gift I want to give you,” his voice low.

“More delicious fancy wine? Yes, please,” you jest.

The hand in yours squeezes, and he brings you to sit next to him on your bed.

“Not exactly; this one is more intangible. Long overdue. But by god, you deserve it,” he says cryptically.

You frown at him. “Ben, stop talking in riddles, please.”

“You need to orgasm, y/n,” he exhales.

“Oh… I…” your world grins to a halt, a hundred thoughts tumbling in your mind. “You were eavesdropping?!?” Well, it seems like your brain wants to go with indignancy first. Interesting.

“Not exactly,” he squirms, “I was outside trying not to smoke. Force of habit. I overheard you talking.”

“So that’s a yes.” 

“Ok, fine, yes, I was eavesdropping. But more to the point, you’ve never had an orgasm?” he looks utterly mind boggled as if he just can't compute the fact.

“You need to improve your snooping skills. I said no one ELSE has given me an orgasm; I can do it just fine by myself, thank-you-very-much,” you sniff, crossing your arms.

He barks a laugh. “Alright, I stand corrected. But still. Fucking hell, y/n. Are you serious?”

“Don’t laugh at me, Bridgerton,” you warn, the eggshell of your ego feeling more dented and cracked with every disbelieving noise he makes.

“I’m not laughing, believe me,” a hand over his heart to indicate his sincerity, “I’m indignant on your behalf.”

“Well, I’ll give you the numbers of all my exes. You can phone them and give them a piece of your mind if you want,” you shrug. 

“I’m half inclined to frankly,” he admits, “but afterwards.”

“After what?” you frown.

“I give you a bloody orgasm, y/n,” he sighs as if almost irritated with your obtuseness.

You splutter in the most undignified manner. He must be joking. 

“Ha bloody ha,” you deadpan after you recover.

A finger curls under your jaw and moves your head to see him. “I’m serious,” he murmurs purposefully. Those eyes, dear god, those eyes will be the death of you if you let them.

“Stop…” you stutter, “just don’t. I don’t want your pity.” You can’t disguise the raw edge in your voice as you wrench yourself from his grip.

His face morphs into one of surprise and then a frown. “That's not what this is,” he insists quietly.

“Sure seems like it,” you utter with an edge of bitterness that tastes metallic on your tongue.

“Anything that would change your mind on that?” 

You just shrug wordlessly, a melancholic mood settling into your edges. There is something so knawing that it’s him, your first crush, being the one to pick at the scab of your ego.

There is a moment of silence between you where you refuse to peek at him, staring at the hem of your dress. Instead of getting up and leaving as you expect, he shuffles back on the bed and twists towards you.

“Look at me, please,” his tone is mild but has an undercurrent of something intangible.

You lift your chin to meet his soft, relaxed gaze but twist your lips a touch defiantly.

“There is only one thing about you I find unattractive,” he begins, and your brow knits that he’s choosing to dig the knife in a bit more, “and that is when you don’t believe in yourself enough. You are a confident, successful woman with a killer career who is fearless with everything… except asking for your own needs to be met. You should expect orgasms from those you allow into your bed. So don’t you dare think I want to meet your needs out of pity. I don’t pity you. I admire you. And I want to do this. In fact, I think I need to do this.”

His little speech leaves you mute. That he has managed to skewer your personality with pinpoint accuracy, both your flaws and strengths, is confounding. And what’s worse is, he’s right. Why do you demand such high standards of yourself but allow others, especially intimate partners, to disappoint?

He is watching your face closely as you take onboard everything he said and everything he implied. He intuits when you consent, or maybe he sees it written across your face because an almost predatory smile crawls over his features.

“Take off your knickers,” he instructs, his tone low and slow, something almost edged with danger in the way he says it, your pulse instantly galloping.

By god, you don’t like being told what to do by anyone, anytime… but this? This is blisteringly hot. Desire whiplashes low in your gut. And yet, something in you rebels. Wants to play with fire, see what he will do if you resist.

“Make me,” you whisper.

He emits a noise you have never heard from him before in all your years of knowing him. It's deep and animalistic, and every hair on your body stands on end. Next thing you know, you are tilted over and pinned onto your bed, his hands grabbing your wrists, your head almost hanging off the end of the bed. 

“You asked for this,” he warns, the tone achingly seductive and just a touch authoritative.

His lips descend, slanting over yours and teasing with expertise. Every fibre is effervescent, awakened—something hot washing over your body from your scalp to your toes. The sudden throb between your legs is a wet, viscous ache. 

He’s not dilatory either, strong fingers delving under your dress. Teasing kisses as he spiders fingertips into your underwear. You are virtually quivering before he even touches your clit.

“Ben,” you stutter into his mouth at the first brush of his fingers, your hips canting up off the bed. You have no idea what is possessing you, but you feel almost under a spell.

“Stay down and stay quiet,” he commands, a solid quad muscle covering your thigh. “Put your hands behind your head, and don’t move them.” 

You do as you’re told without thinking, finding yourself so aroused by the bossiness.

“Fuck, you are totally soaking. Is that all for me?” the smug tone in his voice should be a turn-off. It's the exact opposite; it's like he knows before you do what will turn you into putty. 

His kiss is plundering as he teases your bud unhurriedly, with only his middle finger. The room seems too hot, your dress too tight, and he is engulfing all your senses. It's his scent that gets you the most; it actually makes your mouth water even as he kisses you. You probably should be ashamed of everything your body is doing - overheating, salivating, honeying his fingers - but you don't even have the presence of mind to think about it. 

As he pulls away, he shushes when you go to open your mouth, the finger of his other hand resting across your tingling lips in a missive to keep quiet.

“You don't want someone to hear us and interrupt us, do you?” his voice silky.

He has an excellent point there. You would prefer no one disturbs anything he is doing or planning to do to you. You shake your head slightly, and he smirks at you.

“Good girl.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Add that to the list of things you had no idea would send you at breakneck speed to an almost painful level of arousal. Yet still, just that one finger strokes slowly over your clit, almost in time with the beat of the mellow music leaking under the doorway from the party below.

“More, Ben, please,” you plead in a whisper.

“Hmm, not yet,” he opines, and his lips land on your throat, “don't be in such a hurry.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It’s evident as he sucks on the sensitive skin there that he is taking complete control of your body, pleasure, and orgasm, and somehow it’s everything you need that you’ve never thought to ask of anyone.

When his finger is suddenly gone, you fight the impulse to whine. But then his hands are at your hips, tugging down your underwear, drawing them down your legs and flinging them across the room, and you decide that is more than acceptable.

“Next time I tell you to take off your knickers, and you defy me, I’m ripping them,” he lectures, and there is so much to unpack there. Mostly it’s the words ‘next time’ echoing around your skull.

All you do is nod, dumbfounded, rapidly sinking into a space where you are just reactive, your brain quieting for once, your body and sensation taking over, instinctual and primal. You watch, biting your lip, as Benedict snakes down your body, gathering your dress up over your belly and throwing your knees over his shoulders.

“Now, let's prove you wrong, shall we?” he smirks, shooting you a heated look as your thighs frame his handsome face.

He turns his head and kisses up the inside of your thigh to your knee. Using his tongue to suck your flesh into his mouth, slowly working his way back down towards your centre, little fires erupting where he drags his mouth. Just as he gets so close you can feel his breath on your clit, and you tense in anticipation, he skips and starts at your other knee, working his way back down with teasing suckling motion, almost biting the skin of your inner thighs as he goes. Your skin feels tingly everywhere his lips have touched, the unhurried pace taking you by surprise. He was so quick to get between your legs you figured it would all be brief. But no, he is taking his time, luxuriating in the tease.

“Ben….” his name a soft exhale over your lips, almost unconscious, a reflex. The curl of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles in response is intoxicating. Your hands itch to move from behind your head, to grab him and push his face where you want him the most.

His breath is hot on your throbbing clit before he slowly buries his face into your body, opening your folds with his tongue and making a long heavy swipe up through your soaked channel to your clit, moaning as he does so. No one has been this engaged with your body before; it’s always been tentative, making you a little on edge that perhaps their enjoyment was not there. You are left in no doubt how much Benedict enjoys it, his tongue lapping up your taste decadently, engaging his whole face, chin pressing on your entrance as he ploughs his tongue in unhurriedly undulating waves over your clit, knowing precisely where to hit.

“Oh my g….” your words dying off as strong arms wrap around your hips, hands grasp your inner thighs and force them obscenely wide. 

He is feasting on your body, giving long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue, gently parting your labia, sucking them softly into his searing mouth, tugging down just a little, so you sense the pull around your clit.  Spreading his mouth wide over your clit hood and sucking and swirling until you feel something so intense you want to clamp your thighs hard around his ears, but he senses the motion, and his arms band harder, keeping you open to his onslaught.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and it vibrates all the way inside you, up into your belly. “Now we are getting somewhere; your little clit is all erect now,” he rumbles, and you feel yourself blushing at his words; something indeed is swollen and distended under his ministrations. He wetly swirls his tongue under the hood, and there is a sudden stab of something mind-bending. 

“There it is.”

“Please, Ben, oh god, please, please,” you squeak, practically begging him. No one has done this to you, taken command in such a self-assured but vigorous way. You've also never begged for anything before.

“I know, I know,” he assures, the fingertips of one hand stretching upwards to caress the soft skin of your belly, “it’s coming, I promise, just a little while longer.”

He moves lower to tease your pussy with his tongue, just nudging the bridge of his nose rhythmically against your pulsing clit. Not quite enough to build more sensation, just enough to keep you strung out on a high where your whole body is quaking, overwrought and sensitive—your skin prickling hot.

You whine his name, disobeying his instruction and sliding a hand into his hair and gripping the chestnut thatch, pulling him back up slightly, and he chuckles, moving back to your clit, his tongue unfurling in a rolling wave.

“Okay, I get the hint,” he laughs deeply, and one arm unfurls from around your thigh, a finger tracing a line around your opening. “And put your hand back where it belongs, you cheeky minx.” You do so immediately.

There is an almost obscene squelching sound as he buries two fingers into you, followed by your cry at the slender but deep invasion. 

“Fucking hell….” you can’t help the curse slipping unbidden from your lips, something about the moment being as transcendent as it is purely carnal.

You can feel the swell of his knuckles pressing on your walls, and it feels so wonderful you squeeze onto his fingers on instinct. His responding growl makes your blood race.

“Every person you’ve ever been with is a fool,” he declares heatedly. “How could they not want to make this delightful little cunt come over and over? My god, your grip, the heat, the taste. I could get lost in you for days,” his voice is decadent like dark chocolate, and again your cheeks heat at his unabashed turn of phrase.

He surges up over your body, fingers still inside you, and his mouth lands on yours, your own taste so strong on his lips. That talented tongue sparring with yours as the fingers pulse gently, hitting a spot you have never reached before. You break the kiss to moan and stare at him wide-eyed and panting quietly. 

“You haven’t found this before, have you?” he guesses correctly, and you shake your head, unable to form words.

“Oh, my darling girl,” he rumbles possessively, “it’s criminal how badly you have been treated. I feel like I’m fingering a virgin, and by god, I wish I had been your first. I feel an overwhelming need to show you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

“Please,” you gasp, and it’s a petition for everything.

He huffs an alluring laugh over your cheek and kisses down your neck—a warm slide of lips and tongue until he is at the top of your dress. The hand not inside you yanks down the material, and suddenly your nipple is sucked hard into his wet hot mouth. You cry his name, uncaring if anyone hears you. Just strung out on the sensation of his fingers massaging inside your pussy, his mouth suckling on your nipple as your neglected engorged clit pulsates so strong, syncopated with your heartbeat. You know, without a shadow of a doubt, this is some plot to systemically destroy you. Make you mindless with need. Desperate for some relief, you move one hand from behind your head and slide it between your legs.

“Nuh-uh,” a warm solid hand encircles your wrist and pulls it away before you can make contact, manhandling your arm back to where it was. “Do I have to tie your hands above your damn head?” He questions fiercely, biting your nipple lightly and making you keen, but his eyes are sparkling with mirth as he meets your gaze, looking up from your chest.

You fold your lips into your mouth, showing remorse, and he chuckles richly.

“Good girl. Now, why are you in such a rush? Do you have any idea how much better it is if you just go slow? Let your body build up to something. I will edge you all night if you keep being so damn unruly.” It’s the sexiest reprimand you’ve ever been given, and you can’t decide if that sounds like utter torture or the best thing ever. Probably both.

Something approaching triumph surges in your veins as he slinks down your body again, shooting you a devastating crooked smile as he settles between your legs. He sucks your thrumming clit hard into his mouth, brushing the edge of his teeth over the nub, and you have to rapidly grab a pillow to muffle the holler you make. It's loud and gutsy from somewhere deep inside your belly. The tension as he teased you elsewhere is now laser-focused on where he consumes you, drinking from you, dragging the crudest sensations and noises from your core. Something about it seems so feral on both your parts.

All of his efforts and all of your attention narrow to the fingers inside you, stroking and massaging and his sinful mouth wreaking the most beautiful havoc. Rapidly spiralling you higher, your entire being trembling as you burble nonsense, feeling fit to burst. Almost scared of letting go of the tight hold you have over this swell of something almost alarming inside you.

“Come on, my good, darling girl, show me what you can do when you lose control,” he encourages, and you stop fighting. Stop fighting the tide crashing over you, and relax into the wave of pleasure engulfing your every sense. 

Your pussy convulses forcefully, clamping his fingers, attempting to push them out. Wetness gushing out of you, flooding against his face. An invisible cord holding every muscle in your body taut snaps, and you feel a resulting pulse of euphoria chase into every cell and synapse. Everything sounds so far away as you float somewhere that is both rooted deep within and far from your body. Your very being is seemingly fracturing and reassembling.

Gradually you return to the room. As you lay there, breathless and staring at your still somewhat unfamiliar bedroom ceiling, you catalogue that it's not the only thing foreign to you. This bone-deep sated feeling you’ve never experienced before makes you both invigorated and languid, blotting the sharp edges of your conscience. You want to curl up and rest, but simultaneously the urge to clamber on top of him and demand an encore performance. He has moved at some point, so he now lies next to you on the bed. Your head lolls to the side, and you realise he is observing you with a wry smile. Something in his countenance has changed; it's not the authoritarian he was while he was pleasuring you; it's the charming benign Ben you’ve always known, his hazy blue eyes soft with understanding.

“That was….” you can't even form a sentence, just catch your swollen, flushed lips between your teeth and mime an explosion around your head.

He giggles and delicately trails a finger over your dress, sweetly rearranging your neckline to its original position.

“If there's one thing I know, it’s that smart, capable women who run everything in their lives so fucking well sometimes want to switch their brain off and be told what to do. Be allowed a break from being in charge, just until that orgasm hits. I took an educated guess,” he shrugs modestly with a winning smile.

Suddenly everything about what transpired makes total sense. He knew you would never ask for what happened, but by god, you needed it, craved it, and never even knew it. That he could intuit your needs says so much about him, about what he knows of you; it gives you a warm bloom in your chest that feels dangerously close to something profound and startling. That seems like a dangerous path to let your thoughts wander down, and besides, a delicious man is lying right next to you who has given you so much, yet you have offered nothing in return. You decide every cell in your being wants to rectify that immediately.

“What about you…?” you run a hand down his shirt, enjoying the contours under it, allowing your hand to splay lightly over the tantalisingly prominent bulge in his well-fitted expensive-looking jeans.

“This wasn't about me; this was about a gift for you,” he smiles, grabbing your hand away from his cock and kissing your knuckles in a romantic gesture. “I’ll be fine; I just need to perhaps not be in your company for a few minutes,” he quips flatteringly.

“I could help, you know?” you offer softly, twisting more towards him.

“Really, it's not necessary. Go enjoy your party,” he responds, but you can see his resolve wavering as you raise an eyebrow and climb on top of him. 

“Are you very sure about that, Mr Bridgerton?” you query with an intentionally husky tone.

His face is a picture, and his groan is hungry as you deliberately press your naked pelvis over the swell of denim and rock back and forth, the harsh seam of his fly catching your clit and igniting your lust again. The tiny ‘no’ he exhales is music to your ears—so many revelations in one evening.

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shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter seven

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: Oof I tried uploading this every night I was on vacation and the wifi never got it together! But I’m home now and posting! Yay! tbh I’m not 100% happy with this chapter but oh well

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It was time to go face Bruce.

Bruce’s POV

The moment Selina started pulling out the contact lens, Bruce saw her. 

She was framed almost artistically in the doorway behind Selina. Her hair was different, her makeup heavier, and her outfit–he almost growled at the sight of her outfit. Her old work uniform. He’d know it anywhere. He’d know her anywhere. 

What was she doing there? Why hadn’t she told him? How had she found Selina? 

“No!” Bruce said to Selina as she pulled out the lens, saying she couldn’t do this anymore. “What’s she doing there–No!” 

The connection cut out before he could get more answers. 

Bruce paced away from his setup in the abandoned building. He cursed, kicked an old, broken chair over, then punched the wall for good measure. His armored gloves bit into the rotting sheetrock. 

Lena. The name came to him in a sudden burst of clarity. That was how she’d gotten in. Lena still worked there, despite y/n’s best efforts to change that. 

Bruce grit his teeth so hard he was afraid something would snap. 

Y/n was always butting in, endangering herself, always trying to help and almost causing him to go into cardiac arrest. Didn’t she see that?

He couldn’t help it. His thoughts turned darker. She’d been shot at and beaten and drugged and forced to watch her friend murdered in front of her. He’d almost killed her. And it all started and ended at that fucking club. Every single terrible thing she’d been through last year had been because of the fucking Iceberg Lounge. 

His breath heaved out of him in harsh pants. Was he panicking, or was he angry? Both, probably. He couldn’t quite tell the difference. 

With slightly trembling hands, he tugged his phone from his belt and sent a hurried text to her. Go home. She had to get out of there. The longer she stayed, the more danger she would be in, the more likely it would be that someone recognized her. 

The response was almost immediate. OK. Talk later. Which meant talk at home. Bruce smashed his fist into the crumbling drywall again. His breath fogged out of him in the cold autumn air. He punched the wall again.

He knew he shouldn’t be so angry. But what if the Penguin had recognized her? Because the Penguin had been there. He’d been right there, along with his boss, Carmine Falcone, who’d taken a more hands-on role at the club since everything that had happened the year before. And Falcone–Falcone had mob ties. Falcone probably was the mob. 

Every worst-case scenario flew through his mind at once as he packed up his gear. 

First Selina, now this. Bruce couldn’t catch a break. 

He needed to calm down before he got home. He didn’t want to shout at her, didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed to understand the risks. Needed to understand what it did to him for her to be in any amount of danger. She could protect herself–he’d made extra sure of that in the past year–but not from everything. 

He was angry, too, because he knew what going back would do to her. 

Why? was the only question.

Why wouldn’t she tell him? Why wouldn’t she try to find another way? A way that protected her from the memories going back would drudge up? A way to protect herself? 

And most importantly, why would she lie? Why wouldn’t she tell him what she was doing? 

When she suited up, disguised and as bulletproof as possible, it terrified him. But at least she warned him. It was always only when he needed help. When she was coming to his rescue. 

He’d considered before that maybe she wore the suit and went out more than he thought. But why would she lie? Why lie to him, when he was running around dressed as a bat? It didn’t make sense for her to lie, so he assumed she wasn’t. And he slept all the more soundly knowing that she wasn’t lying to him. 

But this…this was different. She’d barely been in a disguise, and she certainly wasn’t bulletproof. 

And it scared the hell out of him. 

This kind of stuff was his job, not hers. He had to make her understand. He had to keep her safe. 

Reader’s POV

Y/n didn’t bother doing anything other than sitting in the Batcave waiting for Bruce. She’d taken her wig off, but not her makeup or uniform. She tried to mentally prepare her arguments, but they kept getting swept up in her own fear and worry and, yes, a little bit of anger.

Why was he the only one who could risk himself? Didn’t he see how dangerous it was with some fucking psycho leaving cards for him at crime scenes? Didn’t he know what it did to her for him to be in danger? If she could help, even slightly, she was going to. He wasn’t going to be able to stop her. 

Besides–he had to know what it did to her, knowing another girl was missing. She couldn’t just sit by and let all of that start happening again, not when she might be able to do something about it. 

Bruce had texted her that he was meeting Gordon first, so she curled in her chair with a blanket to wait. She really needed to get some heaters installed. It was freezing. 

She didn’t bother watching his meeting with Gordon–she could catch up later. She was too tired. 

And yet she couldn’t sleep.

Going to the Iceberg Lounge again had taken something from her. It had cost her something, but she wasn’t quite sure yet what. 

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw snapshots of everything she had been through. The men touching her. Maxwell. Being beaten. Being drugged. Marie. Marie, Marie, Marie. 

And those thoughts all led to the same place–Bruce, bleeding out in the passenger seat of the Batmobile. 

Bruce, a single tear slipping beneath the mask as his blade bit into her abdomen. 

Bruce, thinking he had killed her. 

Maxwell’s blood pouring out of his stomach, coating her hands. The light leaving his eyes. 

It was after sunrise, according to her phone, when the sound of Bruce’s motorcycle echoed up and down the tunnels. 

He hadn’t bothered to put on a disguise. He was still in the full suit as he parked the bike and swung his leg over the side in one swift movement. Every line of him was tense and alert despite the hour, despite the fact that he’d been out all night. 

When he spoke, his voice was a snarl. “What were you–” 

“Please let me explain first,” she interrupted before he could say anything more. 

He froze. Then jerked a short nod. He yanked the cowl off and let it thunk to the ground. He clenched and unclenched his fists. 

She peered up at him from her spot in the chair. 

“I want to help you,” she said firmly. “You can’t be the only one risking so much, night after night. And–when you told me that girl disappeared, I–” She swallowed, hard. “It made me–”

“You don’t have to explain that to me,” Bruce said. His voice was rough. Deep. He was exhausted. “I know what it did to you.” 

She nodded and bit her lip. “I didn’t know you were sending Selina in there to spy for you,” she continued. She knotted the blanket nervously in her hands. “I know I should have talked to you first, but you’d said you were following a lead, and Lena said she’d help me…and I wanted to help. I had a way in and knew I could use it. I wanted to help. I’m going to help. This psycho is targeting you, and if I can in any way keep him from hurting you or–” She choked on the word. Or killing you next. 

Bruce leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. His gloved hands rested on her shoulders. “You almost gave me a heart attack,” he murmured. His eyes closed and he inhaled, breathing her in. “Do you know what it does to me when you put yourself in danger?” 

“Probably the same thing it does to me when you put yourself in danger,” she snapped.

He made a noise in the back of his throat. “It’s not the same.” He pulled away from her. 

“Of course it’s the same!” she shot back. “But worse. You go out every single night and put yourself in danger. I have to deal with that every night, Bruce. And this wasn’t even that bad!” 

“Did you even stop and think what could have happened if you’d been caught?” Bruce ran his hands through his hair, making it stick up in every direction. “You could have been–”

“Through nothing worse than what I’ve been through before,” she said, voice flat. She crossed her arms. “You don’t–don’t get to dictate what I do and don’t do.” 

Bruce knocked a frustrated fist against the table. “That is not what I’m doing.” 

“Then why does it feel like it?” The anger rose within her, the emotions of the night writhing within her, twisting her in knots. She swallowed the salty taste of tears. 

Bruce half-growled. His mouth opened and closed. Finally, he said, “I’m just trying to keep you safe.” 

“That’s what I’m doing with you. I’m trying to help you. I shouldn’t need your permission to–” 

“I don’t need help,” he interrupted sharply. He wasn’t looking at her but was instead staring at the screen. “I just–” 

“Just want to keep me out of things.” 

“Stop putting words in my mouth!” His voice rose slightly as he whirled to face her. “Of course I want to keep you out of things. I want you safe. You have been beaten and shot at because of me. I almost killed you. I don’t want another repeat of last year.” His breaths heaved out of him, blue eyes blazing with anger and anguish both, his clenched fists shaking. 

All at once, she deflated. “I don’t want you to almost die,” she said softly. “Or actually die. I’m just trying to help.” 

Bruce inhaled shakily through his nose. “I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I know.” 

“I’m sorry too. I should have told you.” She reached out a hand to him. A peace offering. He took it and pulled her closer. “I’m sorry,” she repeated as she pressed her face into his neck. She inhaled the scent of him. Sweat and smoke and something wholly Bruce. “It’s just–there’s a lot of emotions being brought back up. I want–I want to help find that girl.” 

“I know,” he murmured into her hair. “Me too. I really should stop arguing with you. It’s pointless.” When she leaned back, his expression was slightly lighter, teasing. 

She grinned. “Smart man.” 

“Just–please, please tell me next time. I can’t bear if–” He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath. 

“If anything like last year was repeated?” she said. 

Bruce opened his eyes. The brilliant blue was marred with pain. “Exactly,” he said. 

His hands brushed against her back as he pulled her back into him. The pieces of his armor dug into her, but she didn’t care. “I hate that this guy keeps targeting you,” she said in a small voice. “I just–I have a bad feeling.” 

“Me too,” Bruce said after a moment. 

She kissed the underside of his jaw. “If it helps, I don’t ever plan on going back to the club if I can help it. God, it was terrible.” 

Bruce hummed. “That’s why I didn’t involve you,” he said softly. “I thought sending a stranger, sending Selina, would be…easier. I would keep you from there forever if I could.” 

She kissed his jaw again, then pushed up on her toes to kiss his lips. “It was…hard…seeing it again. You were…probably right not to ask me.” 

“It was hard seeing you there,” Bruce said. He pulled back a little and studied her face. Then his gaze dipped lower. “Seeing you…dressed like this again.” 

Y/n decided to do what she did best. 

She would provide a distraction. From their argument. From their memories. From all of it. 

“It’s hard, huh?” she said with a teasing smile. “Guess we better make better memories for this outfit.” She pressed herself against Bruce and made quick work of his upper armor. 

“What are you–” he started to say. His breath hitched as she tucked her fingers into the armored pants. 

“You like seeing me dressed like this, don’t you?” she murmured, because sure enough, he was already hard. His eyes fluttered closed. 

“Of course I do,” Bruce finally admitted. He opened his eyes and quickly tugged off his gloves. He’d taken to wrapping his hands like a boxer to keep from breaking his knuckles–something that had happened twice in a row before he’d made a change. Then the wrappings were gone too, almost as quickly as the gloves. 

She couldn’t help but gasp as his bare hands found her skin. He lifted her easily until she sat on the table. He stood between her legs and stared down at her with darkened eyes. “I used to imagine–” he said as he leaned down to kiss the space beneath her ear. “–all the ways to take this damn uniform off of you.” 

Y/n hooked her legs around his. Closer. She needed him closer. He moved his hips against her, the hard length of him grinding exactly where she wanted him. She bit back a moan. 

“Why don’t you show me?” she challenged as she palmed him through his pants. 

Bruce kissed her deeply. One of his hands brushed over her chest and down her ribs while the other gripped her thigh. His fingers were hot as he trailed them up her bare leg. Higher. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one whose imagination is running wild,” he said with a smirk as his fingers found the wetness between her legs. She moaned and pulled him closer with her legs. 

“Bruce,” she said, because that was all she could manage as he slipped a finger into her without even removing her short skirt. She fumbled with his pants while he fingered her slowly and kissed up the side of her neck. “Please,” she said. She moaned again as a second finger joined the first. 

She pulled the armored pants down just enough to get her hands on him. He groaned against the pulse in her neck. 

“Fuck me, Bruce Wayne,” she murmured. He didn’t need to be told twice. The hand that had just been exploring her removed her underwear quickly. He didn’t even bother removing anything else, on either of them. She leaned back on her hands, legs wrapped around his waist, as he pushed into her eagerly. They both moaned. 

“You drive me crazy,” Bruce said as he captured her lips in a kiss. Something behind y/n crashed to the ground but neither of them cared. Bruce’s hips bucked against hers, one of his hands holding her hip while the other gently held her neck. His pace was unrelenting. The tips of his fingers dug into her hip and his teeth nipped at her neck. 

Pressure was coiling tight in y/n’s stomach, building and building until she clenched around Bruce and shuddered out his name. He kissed her again, movements becoming less rhythmic, more frantic. She pushed her hands under his shirt to feel his bare skin. He was almost feverishly warm, her hands sticking to his chest and back as she clutched him tighter. 

The hand at her neck moved to her clit, and she was coming again within a minute. Bruce said her name as he came, too, hips jerking to a halt. 

They were both breathing heavily. They were tangled together, the work table behind them a wreck. 

Bruce gave her a lopsided smile. 

“I should get you riled up more often,” she said as a shiver rocked through her. Bruce untangled their limbs. Her feet hit the ground with a thump. She felt boneless for a split second before the blood rushed back into her legs. 

“I’m not sure I could take it,” he teased as he tucked himself back into his pants. He kissed her temple. “But I can’t say I would mind.” 

They straightened their clothes and headed for the elevator together. 

“I love you,” she said as the doors slid closed. 

“I love you.” Bruce kissed her temple again. 

“Can you give me what you know about Annika’s disappearance later?” she asked. 

“The mayor’s funeral is this afternoon.” 

Her eyes snapped to Bruce. “You’re going?” 

He shifted slightly from foot to foot as the elevator doors opened to the basement. “Yes. Serial killers like to follow reactions to their crimes. And I think it’s all connected–Annika, the club, the Riddler’s victims.” 

She frowned. “I’m coming too.” Bruce opened his mouth. “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

Bruce sighed. “Fine.” 

“But we are getting a few hours of sleep first. I’ll tie you down if I have to,” she threatened. A yawn punctuated her point. 

He sighed again. “Yes, ma’am.” His lips lifted, though, and he led her to bed. 

“Remember what you said about arguing with me. Pointless, remember?” 

He glanced sideways at her. “You’re a menace.” 

“I try, now let’s go to bed before we have to make a public appearance.” 

Bruce made a face. She kissed the frown away. “Shower first,” he said. “Then bed.” 

“Shower, then bed,” she agreed. She still wasn’t wearing underwear. She really, really hoped Alfred didn’t find the pair discarded somewhere downstairs. But she was too tired to go back downstairs to find them. 

For a few hours at least, she wanted to pretend they weren’t going to a funeral. That they weren’t hunting a killer who was targeting the Batman. For a few hours, y/n wanted to sleep next to her fiance and pretend that Gotham was a safe city. 

But deep down, she knew it was wishful thinking. 

Gotham would always be dangerous, and Batman would always be in danger.

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Spookinktober 2021 Day 31

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 31 Pairing: Seungmin x f.reader Spooks: Serial killer relationship. Non-descriptive actions of ditching a body. Kinks: Dom/Sub roles, Sir kink, impact play (spanking), ass play, instruction. Suit kink, too, if I consider myself immediately becoming a slut if my partner looks like that. Words: 2.5k

“Babe,” you breathe into the payphone, remaining as inconspicuous as possible. “Yes, this is him,” he answers professionally. Seungmin’s voice doesn’t change- he knows the drill. In his social and public life, you don’t exist. You look around you, keeping your covered head low, “I need your help.” There are sounds from his end of the line, movement and other voices in the distance around him. He’s at a corporate party tonight, you know that. It takes him nearly a full hour to extract himself from the soiree and drive to the location you told him. It takes another five to drive back to the place you left the body, although you had been sure to cover it up well when you left it to call your boyfriend. “It’s too heavy for me and I don’t want to leave drag marks,” you explain, and Seungmin nods along. He looks impeccable, and seeing him done up in his suit with his hair swept up makes you bite your lip. He hums in agreement as he cuts the ignition and waits for a moment. For any signs of sounds or movement outside the car. None come, and he exits. You wait patiently for him to round the hood in long strides and come to stand just outside the passenger side door, knowing better than to test his chivalry when he was so kind to help you tonight. Seungmin lets you out, and you immediately take his hand in yours and lead him to the place you stashed the recently deceased man. He’s already weighted with rocks and wrapped in the tarp, you just need the strength of your accomplice to help you carry him to the edge of the canal. You watch as he undoes the single button holding his suit jacket closed, and he carefully extracts himself from it before folding it neatly over the hood of his car. As you work on uncovering the body, Seungmin unbuttons his cuffs and rolls the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt up his forearms. There are rules to your relationship. Rules for both his safety and yours, where he can’t ask questions about how, when, who, or where. He just knows the why, on occasion. Your boyfriend was in your life long before you started down the horrific and unsavory road to becoming a killer, and he has been nothing short of supportive and enthusiastic about your success. It’s not like you kill just for the fun of it, although it would be a lie to say you don’t enjoy it. Mostly men, rotten and filthy with their illegal activities. Once or twice a particularly evil woman. You think of yourself as a sort of artistic politician, in a grotesque and fucked up kind of way. You want justice, and you love putting people in their place. After all, there is no better place than in the ground. Or at the bottom of a lake, or fed through an old wood chipper at an abandoned industrial park. There are millions of ways people can meet unfortunate accidents. You’re there to orchestrate the show for those who deserve it. Seungmin, more than eager to assist, is climbing a corporate ladder. He likes it well enough, but it serves a dual purpose. He has access to the information you need, and there’s some kind of prideful high he gets out of seeing his information lead you to a successful murder. It’s been a while since you called him for help, and he is not shy in admitting that he is totally enamored and captivated by you in your element. By the trust you put in him to let him see you in true form. Tonight, it’s rather easy for him to pick up the heavier side of the body and step carefully down the pebbled bank toward the water. Quietly, you adjust the position and begin the slow submersion of it into the water. You want to avoid making a loud sound as much as possible. Seungmin hums appreciatively, happily even, as he watches the last of the tarp disappear under the surface. He leans over to join you in dipping your hands into the water for a rinse before he extends his hand to help you climb back up the slope. A sigh of relief passes your lips once you’re both back in the car, and for the first time tonight, you can really appreciate the urban nighttime skyline. Seungmin fidgets in his place and your attention is called to

him. “No,” you protest quietly, placing a hand over his where he has begun to roll his sleeves back down. He quirks a brow, “No?” There’s a certain tone to his word, a question posed and hopeful. You turn to him fully from your place in the passenger seat, “You look too good.” Seungmin grins, turning his head from you with an elbow propped against the window, and he bites at his fingers there. It makes you pout, noticing how anything he does while wearing such attire makes your brain turn into a microwave, incapable of doing anything other than heating your body- whirring sounds and all. And Seungmin knows. Oh, he knows. He eats it up and allows the strokes to his ego before he turns to face you again with a devilish smile, “Do you want me?” There’s absolutely no need to be coy with him. “Yes, Sir.” He hisses at the sound of the name rolling off your tongue so sweetly. “Well,” he begins, “I suppose I should reward you for a job well done, hm?” “Yes,” you breathe, sitting up straight with anticipation. Seungmin enjoys the power he holds over you when he takes on the dominant role, and you relish under his attention every time he guides you both to completion. He chuckles darkly, “Get in the backseat.” You’re scrambling over the center console in no time while he gets out and joins you by way of doors. He’s too lanky and proud to clamber over obstacles in his desire for you. When he opens the door, you’re there already, on your hands and knees, looking up at him through your lashes. He’s half hard inside his slacks- has been since he watched the way you smiled after successfully ditching the body not five minutes ago. Your boyfriend stays where he is, with his ribs pressed against the roof of the car as one hand comes down to gently touch your face. He looks down at you with a smile before he moves his hand to the belt at his waist. It’s your hand stopping him with a plea, “Can I?” “You may,” he breathes, twitching at how close your head is to his crotch. You smile prettily, playing with the clasp of metal, “Thank you.” You know better than to do more than what you’ve asked, so you wait patiently for his next instruction, staring and trying not to drool over his cock, just as pretty as the rest of him. He frees himself and looks down at you again. “Suck,” he demands with the arch of a single expectant brow. He snickers when you move, but it dies into a breathy groan as your lips envelop his turgid length. You can’t see his face, but Seungmin’s quiet groaning is the only sound out here in the night. His fingers grip the roof of the car. One hand comes down, at first gently guiding your head over him just the way he likes, and then it grips your hair tightly, forcing you to follow his lead. You moan around the length, swallowing around the head of him as he hits the back of your throat with watering eyes, trying not to gag. He pulls you off of him and smiles at the messy string of your spit that dips between your lips and his shaft before it breaks, “Good girl.” You whimper at his praise, waiting with thighs pressed together. “Turn around,” he coos, stepping back one pace to allow you the room you need. “I think my baby deserves to be spanked, no?” While most people would find that to be a form of punishment, you absolutely love it when Seungmin pushes you this way. The impact of his palm makes you more and more sensitive with each strike until he soothes it away with gentle touches. You whine your approval, “Yes, please.” A hum of appreciation leaves him when you’re finally in position- your clothes lost somewhere in the back of the car and your ass in the air for his eyes only. You watch, craning your neck back to see him bite his lip as his hand starts off with softer touches. His fingers spread wide to encompass one globe in his large hand before he lifts it. The resounding smack, followed by your gasped moan echo in the dark. Seungmin’s eyes catch yours, and he smiles, maintaining it as his hand whips across your flesh once more just as hard. Another in rapid succession on the other cheek

and another until you’re heaving for breath. Your essence catches his attention, arousal dripping onto the seat below, and he coos. “Do you want more?” You consider it until you realize your desire to have him fuck you is greater. “I want your cock, Sir.” He makes a sound of realization in the back of his throat. “Where do you want it,” he asks, teasing his fingers down the inside of your thigh and back up again to pass softly over the puckered hole of your ass. You mumble, but he didn’t catch it, so he delivers another smack to your cheek that has you stifling a gasp. “Where?” “In my pussy,” you admonish sharply, careful not to raise your voice. Above you, Seungmin leans forward, cock in hand, pressing the head against your weeping center. He grips one of your cheeks harshly in the other hand, “Then fuck yourself on it,” he demands. You do as you’re told, soaking up the immediate gratification only his perfect length gives you. It took no effort to prepare you, soaked as you were, and you rut yourself back against him easily, the sounds of your sex squelching around him so erotic it makes your ears burn. It feels too good. Your eyes flutter closed so you don’t see the way he opens his mouth and lets his spit fall directly between your cheeks. Your back arches with the sensation, the rhythm of your hips faltering. “What if I wanted to play with you here?” The pad of his finger swirls his saliva around your hole, applying gentle pressure that has you moaning. “Would you let me ruin this tight little hole, too?” he groans, fighting his pleasure to keep himself in control. It’s not new to either of you but it has been a while since he put this much effort into utterly destroying you. “Yes,” you keen, feeling electricity tingle along your spine as he stiffens his finger and repeats the swirling motion, prodding until he pushes it past the rim. You hiss with slight pain, crying out and squeezing his cock with the surge of pleasure that comes after. Seungmin is careful not to hurt you as you rock yourself back onto him with more force, slowly fucking his finger into you. He groans deeply, a pretty and breathy sound from his lungs, the beginnings of his own thrusts meeting you as his own pleasured urges become too difficult to ignore. He lets more of his spit drip from his tongue, lubricating the slide of his finger as it buries itself deeper. When he thinks you’re ready, a second joins the first slowly. Your lover moans at the sight of you stuffed with him from both places, and he looks to see your face. The fucked out expression and the bit of drool on the seat make him double his efforts. “So good for me,” he grits out. “Touch yourself, I want you to come all over my cock.” Seungmin orders. It’s hard to concentrate through the feeling of being a livewire ready to snap, but you manage to put two fingers to your clit and weakly rub in a circle. The effect is nearly instantaneous, and Seungmin chokes, almost in pain at the sudden vice-like pulsing of you around his fingers and his cock. You want to scream but can barely get your breath out of your lungs fast enough. He fucks you through it, removing his fingers from you to grasp your hips in both hands and slam himself into your scorching heat. Just as you’re beginning to feel the real burn of soreness, he pulls out and settles his length between your cheeks, coming with a groan. You can feel his release, warmer in temperature, as it slips down your sex and your legs. The sound of Seungmin’s panting for breath behind you is loud in the quiet of the night, and you wonder if anyone heard how loud you were in the throws of your shared passion. He pulls a handkerchief from his vest pocket just as you look back to watch him use it to wipe up the mess you’ve both made. He is careful not to apply much pressure to your cheeks, leaning down to give you a smile when he pecks the sensitive flesh with his lips. “You okay?” he asks quietly, gauging your tired eyes. He checks his watch, and you hum with content- ogling the view of him as he uses those same hands to

tuck himself back into his pants. “You did so well for me,” he says, helping you turn and slide your clothes back on for the car ride home. His hands are warm and comforting when he scoops you into his arms and carries you back to the passenger’s side. “M’ good,” you yawn as he sets you in the front seat gently, reaching over you to secure the seat belt. He rounds the hood of the car, the fingertips of his hand just brushing the surface as he walks by. You fall for him all over again, totally smitten. Your lover heaves a sigh of relief when he settles into the driver’s seat beside you. One hand rests on the wheel while the other finds the inside of your thigh and he soothes his thumb across it affectionately. There’s a smile on his lips- a soft one just for you. Automatically, you’re propositioning him, “Can we make this a regular thing?” He puts his car in reverse, glancing at you from his peripherals as he maneuvers the vehicle around to drive home. “Make what a regular thing?” “That,” you gesture with a hand outstretched toward the retreating view of the canal. Seungmin snickers, “You want me to come help you dispose of bodies regularly? I thought you didn’t want me to unless you needed me to?” You’re pouting heavily when he chances another look at you as he pulls out onto the highway. “Only if you come straight from work wearing that and fuck me like just did right after?” you say as nonchalantly as possible. He chuckles as if he knew all along but is happy you said the thought aloud anyway. “I’ll help my baby bury all the bodies in the world if that’s what she wants,” he promises. Considering your line of work, you smile, knowing damn well he means every word of it.

#seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #seungmin fic #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #seungmin

[hellreads]

Hello, I just stumble on your blog. Seeing a comment from Wrienne which I also read on AO3, I wanted to ask if you also have AO3 recs..?

hi there darling, of course, I have some recs for you! since you didn’t ask for anything specific let me just share a few faves that you could only read/access on ao3 (I would also recommend you check my ficshelfs and use the ao3 filter to find stories exclusively posted there + i’ll still include wrienne’s works for other readers :3 ) | 🍒

OT7/MULTIPLE MEMBERS

❥ Right of Way by fringesofsanity ➴ Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In theory, things were simple: your best friend was Jungkook’s girlfriend while your boyfriend, Jimin, was Jungkook’s best friend. In reality, things weren’t always that simple. And mutually exclusive.

❥ The Hills by minlouvre ➴ Vacation/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series ➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?

when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.

but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen. ❥ A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne ➴ Hybrid!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate.

After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs.

Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

❥ Dead Leaves by Wrienne ➴ Detective/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency. ❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by minlouvre ➴ FWB/Rich Kids!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. 

Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Love Is A Dog From Hell by yourlocalhoney ➴ FWB/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ You and Yoongi agreed on being good friends, co-workers, and friends who help each other out under the sheets. What you never agreed on was to catch feelings for each other.

Enter, accidental feelings.

Enter, Jeon Jungkook.

❥ The Uncanny by Sinsirella ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin x Jimin | Series ➴ (Y/N) is a young girl whose Life turns upside down. One day her mother surprises her with news of her arranged husband, forcing her into her new chaotic lifestyle. Join her journey and experience her new life through her eyes. Will she get along with her husband? Or someone else? What are they hiding? ❥ Seven Deadly Sins by mintedmango ➴ Hell!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.

“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Walk Through The Fire by shellflower ➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ In a world of supernatural beings, a normal human like yourself always found attraction and wonder towards these creatures. It was your kind heart that led you to become a doctor to treat such people. And it was your kind heart that led you into the arms of a young Alpha wolf who will accidentally force you down a path you were never meant to follow... ❥ Into Temptation by coconutty  ➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Two-Shot ➴ It was just a dare...

❥ Won’t Be Nice by coconutty ➴ Lovers/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ A night by the pool just got interesting...

KIM NAMJOON

❥ Covenant by fringesofsanity ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series ➴ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

❥ Read You Like A Book by coconutty ➴ University!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Come get an attitude adjustment in the library, courtesy of Namjoon.

KIM SEOKJIN

❥ Éffleurer by @sugaurora / sugalights ➴ Office!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them. ❥ The City Comes Alive by minlouvre ➴ Musician/S2L!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ Seokjin is a street performer who falls for a girl who is always passing him by. ❥ Seaside Sabbatical by dark_muse_iris ➴ Working Man!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break. ❥ Cake by yeyeniejjung ➴ Yandere/Killer!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ "I was always hungry for your love. Just once, I wanted to know what is was like to get my fill of it. I wanted to be fed so much love that I couldn't take it anymore, just once." ❥ The Lord Taketh Away by dark_muse_iris ➴ Medieval/Werewolf!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Every autumn, the dwindling harvest summons fears for the impending winter and its promise of scarcity. For Seokjin and his wife, faith lies in God and their local lord’s generosity to provide what their ailing son needs to survive another year. With each season, however, the lord grows cold-hearted and greedy, squeezing the young family to the brink of despair.

MIN YOONGI

❥ Zelus by SugaAconcept ➴ Lovers/Sugar Daddy!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to. ❥ Carpe Diem by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | Series ➴ Working for the UN, you are tasked to handle the poverty reduction campaign of a certain boy band. A certain rapper from the group however decides to mix business with pleasure.

JUNG HOSEOK

❥ Feel You From The Inside by coconutty  ➴ Idol/Staff!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You've been watching him for months, little did you know, he's been watching you.

❥ As You Are by fringesofsanity ➴ Lovers!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You're not the girl for Jung Hoseok. Him - who was sunshine and daisies and fireworks. You - who were back-alley darkness and used needles and burnt cigarettes. But he doesn't care. And you fucking hate yourself for it.

❥ The Thin Blue Line by bluesxde ➴ Pregnancy/E2L!AU | Hoseok x Reader | Series ➴ One badly-judged fling with Jung Hoseok, the son of a company-rival, leaves you with a little surprise.

PARK JIMIN

❥ His Throne by hseoks ➴ Royalty!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series ➴ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible Prince Park Jimin on his throne.

❥ Ineffable by fringesofsanity ➴ FWB!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’ve only shared your body to Jimin, mostly silent after the act. The one time you decide to bare so much more, you find yourself baring your soul to him, far more than you bargained for.

❥ Blue Side by hoseokiehopie ➴ Ghost/Lovers!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’re all too familiar with the legend that says the dead can walk freely on Halloween. It’s a secret you hold deeply within yourself. When a classmate starts to break down the walls you built so strongly after your boyfriend’s passing, you have to decide if you’re going to remain in the past with the dead, or live among the living.

KIM TAEHYUNG

❥ Effervescence by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Fling!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.

OR Getting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

❥ Minutiae by coconutty ➴ Stalker!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Y/N meets a mysterious and alluring photographer and wants to interview him. Along the way things start getting a bit strange. What happens when you draw the attention of someone who always gets what they want?

❥ Flower Arrangements by iq_biased ➴ Pregnancy/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot ➴ From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

❥ Freaks Forever by yeyeniejjung ➴ Criminal/Psych!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ "So tell me, Mister Kim, what's your ideal evening?"

"Ah..full moon, sex and drugs all night."

You are the psychologist to the world's most dangerous criminal, Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is the man solely responsible for some of the most horrific crimes that the world has ever seen, from burglary, drug possession, sexual assaults, to brutal homicides of a total of 37 victims, though there are suspicions that there are more, that range from children to the elderly; both male and female. The two of you form an odd bond between your weekly sessions, causing you to somehow completely miss his blatant manipulation that soon controlled you in every aspect; resulting in his escape from prison and his bloodthirsty ways and eyes to be immediately turned onto you..but will he spare you in the end of the torturous time he keeps you or will your fate be the same as any other past victim of his?

❥ Slow Burn by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/F2L!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series  ➴ He was just supposed to be one of those clients. But then he gives you a night you’ll never forget. ❥ Noona by yuu14045 ➴ Neighbors/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin lives in same apartment building. One day Taehyung received a mail for another Kim. She turned out to be Jimin's new neighbor.

❥ Snapped by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Your relationship with your boyfriend hasn't been going well lately. His twin, Kim Taehyung, decides to take advantage of this.

JEON JUNGKOOK

❥ If You’re Struggling Like I Am by @btssavedmylifeblr / bts_ruined_my_life ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

❥ My Cheating Amnesic Fiancé by Wrienne ➴ Idol/Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ A series set in our world featuring Reader, the sole heiress of a multibillion-dollar company, and the Bangtan Boys' Golden Maknae - Jeon Jungkook. Mainly a romance, though doused with angst, drama and the twisted ways of fate. ❥ Return by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ As Seokjin's girlfriend, you're off-limits, but Jungkook doesn't see it that way

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from hell #rfh:ot7 #rfh:knj #rfh:ksj #rfh:myg #rfh:jhs #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #i have more but i don't have the time to browse through my phone maybe i'll share them another day someday sjagfhjgashdfjkas

[mediocre--writing]

The Only Aussie I’d Fuck

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Luke’s girlfriend, Y/n, is a famous actress she’s been begging him to watch her show and he’s finally caving, watching with his band mates, but how will Luke feel at her and her co-star’s on-screen relationship?

Warnings: Despite the title, this isn’t smut, a few mentions of making out but no smut. 

All the boys sat crowded around the television as the screen was being switched from Cable to a streaming service.

It was unlikely that the boys would just sit around a TV when they weren’t touring, since they usually wanted to do things they weren’t allowed to on tour, like spend time with loved ones or, the least likely thing they would actually get to do on tour, have a good night's sleep. But this was a special occasion, Luke’s girlfriend, Y/n, had been practically begging him to watch her show for the past few months, and he wasn't ignoring his girlfriend, he just never really had the time to. 

She had wanted to watch it with him, something that she had expressed multiple times to him on the phone, but she was busy filming the next season of the show somewhere in the mid-western US, Nebraska, he thinks. It was some sort of horror/comedy/teen coming of age thing that she never really explained other than she was in it and alluded to him a time or two. 

Luke was immensely proud of her and all that she had accomplished, when they met in 2014, he never thought that they’d both become who they were today and they never imagined the relationship that grew between them, especially a healthy relationship, given their current occupations that set certain restrictions on their capabilities on getting together in person. 

They fit together well, where he was introverted to an extent, she would push him out of his comfort zone, and vice-versa depending on the situation. They both understood each other on different levels, they both had a really creative and artistic side, yet they also enjoyed the quiet peace of being home just laying in the quiet; sans Petunia’s toenails tapping on the hardwood floors as she roamed about the house aimlessly. 

All the boys settled in to watch, given they were all close to Y/n as well, for she had gone on the american leg of the Sounds Live, Feels Live and Meet You There tours with them and bonded with the boys, gaining three more friends, real friends, not some snobby stuck up bitches that she worked with regularly. These were normal, down to earth boys who understood more than money and fame and could take a joke. 

Luke snapped a picture of the screen and the boys and their load of snacks and sent it to Y/n, proof that he was actually, finally, watching it, something she’d been begging him to do for far too long. 

As the show loaded and began to play, Michael nudged Luke’s shoulder a few times as Y/n’s face came into view, showing her sitting in a classroom gnawing on the eraser part of her pencil. 

“Look at our girl” Ashton said as they all watched the screen with more attention than they ever gave at a business meeting.

The show was set in a private-school like setting, all the kids wearing white and navy blue uniforms. The whole scene had a white noise, disturbed only by the slamming of a book, which made Y/n’s head shoot up to look at the teacher. She had a kind of glare to her eyes as she stared at the older man, who looked very displeased at her attention focused on her daydreams rather than school. 

“Ms. Carter, what was I talking about a moment ago?” 

“Dinosaurs!” She said with confidence. 

“This is a calculus class, Ms. Carter, detention,” 

“Aye, Aye captain,” She saluted him, causing him to shoot her another glare as she smirked and high fived a few people around her. 

The scene changed as she was now walking through the hallways, towards a crowd around the bathrooms, “What’s up, Maggie, we watching people piss or something?” 

A girl, who Luke distantly remembers Y/n complaining about at some point, begins to speak, “There’s a new hot guy in the bathroom and some girl said that he’s from a different country.” 

“We live in fucking Nebraska, who the hell would move here? People move away from here, not to here.” 

“Just wait, I swear he had a weird voice!” Another girl said from the group. 

“Was it anything like yours? Because if so we may need to fumigate the place” Y/n snapped at her. “What’s his name? Or do you know nothing other than his ‘weird voice?’” 

After her statement, the boy came out to see the small group of seven-ish girls standing near the boys bathroom. 

“Hey you! What’s your deal?” Maggie yelled at the boy.

He turned, showing his TV-perfect face scrunched in confusion, “What'd ya mean?” 

“Where you from, why are you here, what's your deal?” Maggie spat at the poor boy who was blushing redder than a firetruck. 

“I’m Oliver Hunnington and I’m from Sydney, my dad got a job somewhere here and so I’m here too.” He shrugged, looking far too uncomfortable with the situation

“Sydney like as in Australia?” Maggie asked with a raised eyebrow, to which he nodded and ducked his head in embarrassment at the herd of girls staring at him like raw meat. 

Y/n’s character stepped up with a hand held out to him, “I’m Savannah Carter, and you look like you’re about to shit your pants so do you need help finding your classes or are you just generally terrified of women?” 

The boys chuckled at the statement, thinking of how Y/n had said something similar to Luke the first time they met, the boy was blushing so bad he looked ready to pass out.

“Little bit of both, not gonna lie,” He chuckled, to which she grabbed his hand, looked him in the eyes with a smirk, and led him down the hallway, the girls hooting after them, Y/n turning to playfully glare at them.

The first episode just established the basic plot, it ending with a threatening scene of some gloved hands cleaning a bloody hammer as screaming is heard in the background, the end credits rolling as the next episode begins to load. 

The show was good, it wasn’t like the cringy ones that have creepy staring contests that were meant to be intimate, and the comedy wasn’t forced, it was just generally sarcastic, and it was actually enticing to watch, not just another boring Riverdale-type knockoff. 

Y/n’s character had made a few flirty remarks at Oliver, mostly jokes about eating him alive if he’d let her and asking him if he’d ever done...things with girls, which were awkward scenes but funny nonetheless.

She had teasingly trailed her fingers down his neck and shoulders a few times. There have been a few make-out scenes between her and a few other characters, most of them being guys though there was a point when she kissed Maggie, but those scenes only caused mild discomfort for the boys, three of which had been eyewitnesses to her and Luke’s make-out sessions every once and awhile. 

Her character was so different from the Y/n they knew, Y/n was kind and soft and would bake them cookies when she felt like it and she would never force anyone to do anything. Her character, Savannah, however, was sexual and not at all the socially anxious Y/n they all knew too well, Savannah had an air about her that couldn’t be ignored and practically begged for attention. 

They were on the seventh episode, they were gonna end on the fifth but they got intrigued by the plot and decided “just one more” which was really just an excuse, though they knew none of them wanted to actually stop the next episode from playing. 

The show is all about a person who is going around and hurting people, but never killing them, just slow torture, but you don’t know who they are and nobody can figure it out, and one of the characters involved with the main characters in the first episode was attacked by the masked person, so they all get involved; Savannah, Maggie, Oliver, and the other, more minor, characters in the show. 

Another character, Jess, an innocent girl who was a class below them and looked up to Savannah to guide her, so she became like a little sister and helped them all figure things out because she was really smart. 

Oliver and Savannah got really close too. She would always make sexual jokes at him and make him uncomfortable just so she could see him blush and have his hair fall over his face as he looked down in embarrassment. 

The scene the boys were at now consisted of them being at a party, Y/n’s character and Jess being in a bedroom looking for anything suspicious, while they talked idly. 

“Do you ever worry what this all could mean for your future?” Jess asked.

“What do you mean?” Savannah asked, stopping her searching and leaning on the bed.

“Like what if something happens and things go wrong and… i don't know what if someone thinks we are the ones doing… all this?” 

“Listen honey, I hate to tell you this, but my only goal in life is to get that cute little Aussie downstairs to pin me down by my neck and fuck me so hard that I can taste it, so if you’re asking me for advice about the future and shit, I’m really no help at all, kid,” Y/n’s character said with a smirk as she returned to looking for whatever she was looking for before. 

Calum, who had just been taking a sip of water, choked on it as all the boys looked up to Luke, who was staring wide eyed at the TV with a prominent blush across his cheeks. 

Michael and Ashton, who had moved to the floor in front of Luke and Cal on the couch somewhere between the third and fourth episode, were wiggling their eyebrows while Calum turned around and rubbed his hands over his back as if he were making out with someone, making Luke flush even more than before. 

A weak “Stop,” could be heard but the boys just laughed at Luke as they returned to the show. 

They ended up finishing the series that night, since there were only 11 episodes and they had to finish it then or else they would never be able to find the time to sit and actually finish it. 

It ended with Y/n’s character being attacked by the masked killer guy, but surviving and finding out that it was Jess’ dad who was behind the attacks, and he was manipulating Jess to get information on people going against him.

Savannah and Oliver ended up having their little moment, which gave the boys another reason to make jokes at Luke. 

The scene consisted of her grabbing his silky looking shirt and pulling his face to hers, whispering, “Is that a telephone pole in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” 

“Well maybe I was promised a chance at something and now I finally have the perfect moment to get it.” 

“Then come get it, we don’t have all day,”

He shoved her into the wall by her hips and reached a hand up to her neck, “We have as long as we want,” 

She smirked and the scene was moved to an overview of the city, turning into a map, then a big, red X was placed over the house that it had zoomed away from, then the credits rolled. 

The boys decided that, since it was roughly 4 am anyways, that they’d all just stay the night, especially since they were gonna meet at Luke’s and have brunch together the next day anyway. 

Ashton and Michael ended up knocking out on the floor, Calum curled up in a chair and Luke took the couch. 

--

The sun rose only a few hours after they had fallen asleep, which didn’t disturb their sleep in the slightest, but the knocking on the door sure did. 

KayKay and Crystal had been knocking on the door for at least ten minutes before Crystal tried to call Michael, who didn’t answer, so she called Luke, then Ashton, but neither of them answered either. 

Calum was woken up by the buzzing of their phones, so when his phone rang, he answered with a groggy voice, and had to pull the phone away from his ear at the sound of excited squeals, “Thank God!” Crystal said, “Let us in, we've been here for half an hour and it's COLD!” 

Calum chuckled as he walked to answer the door, kicking Michael and Ashton’s backs as he walked by, causing them to stir in their sleep. 

Cal let the girls in and the other boys woke up soon after, getting semi-ready for their brunch, which was looking to be more of a lunch as they took forever to wake up and get ready-- the boys claimed it was payback because the girls always took far to long to get ready.

The boys told KayKay and Crystal about how they finally watched Y/n’s show, to which they made a few remarks of “What took you so long?” and “Isn’t it great?!” and “Damn, I wanted to watch Luke’s face when she made the Aussie jokes at Oliver!” 

When they finally were about ready to leave, there was a knocking on the door, each of them looking around in question since their whole group was already here. 

Given it was Luke’s place, and he was still getting ready, they had a silent debate on who would get the door before Crystal’s eyes widened almost comically and she shot up to go to the door. 

Michael made a face at her as if asking “What the fuck?” but made no verbal response to her actions until there was loud squealing heard from the door. 

Luke came down the stairs as the guys rounded the corner to see the door when they saw Crystal jumping and hugging someone--Y/n.

Luke came the rest of the way down the stairs and shoved through his friends, towards his girlfriend, and picked her up just moments after she had escaped Crystal’s death grip. 

“Hi Bubs,” She whispered into his curly hair, which made him hold her even tighter than he was before, Crystal had taken a secret picture of the couple hugging (which would soon become Luke’s phone wallpaper). 

The hug lasted a bit longer than it should have, but they hadn’t seen each other in person for over four months, so the rest of the group ignored it for now, especially since they were just hugging and not having a fun little make out-sesh in front of them like they had a tendency to do every now and then. 

Luke set her down and looked into her eyes, which were filled with happy tears that had yet to fall, “When did you get back?” 

“I took the weekend off to come see you because I don’t have to work until Tuesday next week and I really wanted to see you and then you sent me the text last night and I wanted to watch the show with you even if it was cringy for me. Then I realized that I really, really needed to see you and so I booked a plane ticket and it left at like four this morning and I’m really tired but I'm here and I’m with you.”  Y/n barely breathed as she explained herself, but Luke just fell more and more in love with her, if that was possible.

Luke put his hands against her jaw as if he was going to kiss her but he just looked into her eyes and smiled, a big toothy grin that took up his whole face and made her smile too, tears dripping down her cheeks freely now as they hugged again. 

After their hug, he invited her to come to brunch with them unless she was too tired, in which he would stay at home with her, but she agreed to go to brunch because she hasn’t eaten in almost 12 hours and “might drop dead of hunger soon” if she didn’t eat soon. 

They went to a smaller cafe for a lunch/brunch thing where half of them got waffles and the others got hamburgers or pasta. 

They joked and laughed for a few hours, basking in being together as a group for the first time in forever. The boys recounted tales of touring that the girls may have missed and also complimented Y/n on the show they finally watched, to which she shoved her head into Luke’s shoulder in embarrassment, but thanked them nonetheless. 

They all hugged Y/n, as it would likely be the last time they’d see her that weekend, then they all drove to their respective homes. 

--

When Luke and Y/n got inside, Luke grabbed her waist from behind as she squealed, “Put me down, Bubs!” 

He ignored her and just walked up the stairs to his room and threw her onto the bed, causing her to squeal again. 

“So are you saying that you don’t want me, a hot Aussie, to pin you down by the throat and fuck you?” She groaned, not an erotic groan but one of annoyance as she looked up at Luke who was also giggling at her reaction. 

“I hate you! I really do! I really, really hate you! I swear to god, Hemmings, I can not stand you!” Her cheeks became hot as she shoved her head into the pillows.

Luke just giggled as he laid down next to her and pulled her in by the waist and cuddled into her like a koala, “I love you, you know that?” 

“Matter of fact I do know that, and I love you too,” She said, “but I don’t love you when you use my character’s dialogue against me, hurts my heart a little bit, not gonna lie,”

He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, “Well I’m sorry, how bout we cuddle then we can just watch something on TV or nap, because I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t fall asleep til after 5 and you had an early flight, so I feel like i’m gonna crash soon.” 

“Fine by me, bubs,” She took a deep breath, inhaling the way he smelled as if it were the last time she would be with him and she snuggled her face into his chest a bit more, electing a giggle from him, “Fine by me.”

“I’m still the only hot Aussie you want to fuck though, right?” Luke asked quietly, looking down at her.

“Of course you are, you’re the only Aussie I’d want to fuck, you big baby,” 

They both giggled for another moment and Y/n drifted to sleep, soft snores coming from her parted lips as Luke could almost see the small velvet box sitting in his underwear drawer that he couldn’t wait to give her soon, really soon.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings x y/n #5sos #5sos x reader #5sos fluff #5 seconds of summer #actress!reader #luke hemmings x actress!reader

[mr-retnuh]

Well, I lied, another hate meme. Sorry if I make You see a fanart of the worst "ship"

#scissor seven #scissor 7 #killer seven #刺客伍六七 #seven x thirteen #thirteen x seven #fuck seven x killer seven artists #伍六七 #plum blossom thirteen #s7 #cike wu liuqi #柒七 is shit #redtooth #jiang cheng #The girl in white #seven #白衣女子 #柒白 #柒 #wu liuqi

[fmdtaeyong]

like a rockstar : taeyong marketing breakdown

a headcanon & playlist on how titan’s taeyong is marketed as a product and brand.

headcanon

word count: 491 words, not counting the tvtropes quote.

a successful celebrity can’t exist without marketing. some celebrities are all marketing. ash, for one, wouldn’t be where he is today without bc entertainment’s well-oiled marketing machine painting him in a desirable light and smoothing out his rough edges into something shiny.

the image the name taeyong provokes now isn’t quite the one it would have provoked a few years ago. the role of maknae burdened ash’s image for years. a sense of brightness is expected of any idol, but the youngest of a group is expected to show it, even in a group like titan that has never been about bright concepts. whether that means being babied by the older members or having a certain underlying innocence to him.

when he went solo was when his image gravitated further away from being dictated by his place within a group. as he earned recognition for his own name (or rather, his own stage name) and got attention from a new crowd, he was able to pave a path that painted with the brush of an artist, a little less bound by preconceived notions about his role in titan. when the scandals stamped to his name went from fumbling over formalities and dating a well-loved actress to controversies less easily painted as endearing that came at the same time he began to present himself differently visually, bc had to bank on the leeway of an artist tinge to his image saving him.

ash has never been marketed as an ideal boyfriend. titan has that covered in the group already and an outed relationship before he’d begun to make a name for himself individually prevented that from being a rational path. some fans still fall into the trap of babying him, but overall, taeyong is now known as the more serious and reserved type. satisfactory fanservice is a non-starter, so they make their own fantasies out of his mystery and “edginess” and a brooding stage persona. bc has done damage control where they’ve had to and let his music and fan projections paint the rest.

out of all of the classic boy band member tropes, ash would solidly be considered a purveyor of the bad boy / rebel trope within titan and out of it for that matter. to quote tvtropes:

“the one with a rougher edge to him. he's the one wearing the black shirt and jeans or leather jacket in those videos where they're not all wearing matching clothes. if he's really edgy, he may also have a tattoo. put in to cater to those girls who want bad boys.”

 bc read the first two paragraphs of the tv tropes page for all girls want bad boys and said ‘yeah, this should work’. the bad boy / rebel angle tends to get played up within fandom a lot more than among more casual listeners to his music, who get a heavier dose of the ~artist~ part of his image since that’s meant to appeal to them more anyway.

ash has very purposefully been trying to lean more into the artist aspect of his image lately because he isn’t a fan of being painted as some kind of bad boy fantasy when he doesn’t consider that an accurate representation of him at all.

playlist

this playlist gives a semi-chronological cataloging of the image associated with taeyong since around 2016/2017. some parts of his image have remained consistent, while others have changed either by purposeful marketing, unavoidable consequences of media discussion around him, or simply altered fan narratives for him. some parts of this are less about how he’s marketed and more about very one-dimensional fan narratives crafted around him, but overall it gives an idea of the feeling associated with him as a product and brand. (some of these songs were used in image playlists on ash’s previous blog, but i made sure at least seven of these are new. i wanted to include ones i’d used before as well for a comprehensive look on his new blog since some aspects of his image have changed.)

this honestly also doubles as a list of the songs you’d find the most results for if you looked up taeyong fan edits.

i. death of a bachelor | i’m cutting my mind off, feels like my heart is going to burst / alone at a table for two, and i just wanna be served / and when you think of me, am i the best you've ever had?

ii. daydreamer | a jaw dropper / looks good when he walks / is the subject of their talk / he would be hard to chase / but good to catch / and he could change the world / with his hands behind his back, oh

iii. wildest dreams | he's so tall and handsome as hell / he's so bad, but he does it so well / i can see the end as it begins

iv. style | cause you got that james dean daydream look in your eye / and i got that red lip classic thing that you like / and when we go crashing down, we come back every time / cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style / you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt / and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

v. crazy beautiful | and he picks you up / and he sets you down / and that's the way / he thinks and he walks and he plays around downtown / but the truth is, he's still got a scar / as plain as others / to get his way to a scarlet heart

vi. ready for it...? | knew he was a killer first time that I saw him / wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted / [...] / some boys are tryin' too hard, he don't try at all though / younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so

vii. radio | now my life is sweet like cinnamon / like a fuckin' dream i'm livin' in / baby, love me 'cause i'm playing on the radio / how do you like me now?

viii. like i would | he, won't touch you like i do / he, won't love you like i would / he don't know your body / he don't do you right / he won't love you like i would / love you like i would, like i would

ix. i wanna be yours | secrets i have held in my heart / are harder to hide than i thought / maybe i just wanna be yours / i wanna be yours

x. strange love | they think i'm insane, they think my lover is strange / but i don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything / and i'm gonna write it all down, and i'm gonna sing it on stage / but i don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

xi. my oh my | yeah, a little bit older, a black leather jacket / a bad reputation, insatiable habits / he was onto me, one look and i couldn't breathe, yeah / i said, if he kissed me, i might let it happen

xii. bad reputation | i don't give a damn 'bout my reputation / never been afraid of any deviation / and i don't really care if you think i'm strange / i ain't gonna change

xiii. starboy | i'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah / p1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah / milli point two just to hurt you, ah / all red lamb' just to tease you, ah / none of these toys on lease too, ah / made your whole year in a week too, yah / main bitch out of your league too, ah / side bitch out of your league too, ah / [...] / look what you’ve done / i’m a motherfuckin' starboy

xiv. into it | i'm just fucking lucky i was born with it / a hundred million people couldn't deal with this

xv. like a rockstar | put me in designer then put me in the dirt / keep my legacy alive like a rockstar / lifestyle, on the edge, can be unforgiving / see i worship the dead, they worship the living, yeah

#* | character development. #* | queued.

[aneekapaneeka]

big fic rec masterlist here!

📝 - ongoing series ✔ - finished series 🎯 - bulleted 🎀 - one shot

Anonymous Love by @mortaljin - Pairing: ??? x reader - Genre: fluff, high school au - 🎀  - Summary: One sticky note turns into two, two into four and then four into dozens. Who in their right mind would confess their love for you, anonymously, via sticky-note? Why do your seven best friends have shit-eating grins on their faces?

Anonymous - by @bloomsuga - Genre: smut, fluff, angst, social media au - ✔ - Summary:  Searching for inspiration, a chart-topping rapper who keeps his identity hidden from the public, going by the stage name RM, stumbles upon you singing in a coffee shop and finds his new muse in your voice. He makes you an offer to collab with one catch: you can’t see his face.

The Rich Man’s Cortchet Club - by @kpopfanfictrash - Genre: smut, humor, college au - 🎀 - Summary:  When they were freshmen in college, Namjoon began a club with his six closest friends. The one thing they all had in common? V i r g i n s as fuck. Obviously, they couldn’t call the club the Virgins Club and so, the Rich Man’s Crochet Club was born. Until time passes and Namjoon is the only one left. Now, the Club has one, final mission: to get Namjoon laid.

Reasons Wretched and Divine - by @hollyhomburg - Genre: fluff, hybrid au, angst, poly - 📝 - Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon

Beauty & The Bookworm - by @jungshookz - Genre: librarian namjoon🤩, bratty reader, reader is rlly dumb in this one, fluff, smUT, angst - 🎀 - Summary: You discover that there are more things to check out at the library besides books. 

far far away - by @lilac-park-jimin - Genre: fluff, college au - ✔ - Summary:  when an accidental text from someone that apparently breaks everything, who’s name is namjoon ends up turning into something bigger than the both of you expected.

live & love - @lysjeon - Genre: fluff, angst, social media au - ✔ - Summary:  namjoon always liked you but for some reason he never thought you would be interested in him. and you are too scared to tell him you like him too.

Life Is A Whisk - by @readyplayerhobi (you’ll be seeing this gal a lot here) - Genre: fluff, humor - 🎀 - Summary:  You have no problem with Kim Seokjin most of the time, in fact you even consider him to be handsome and funny and he feels the same about you. Until you are both placed into a kitchen, and then it becomes the battlegrounds for World War Three, the Bake-off edition.

forever boy - by @lysjeon - Genre: fluff, angst, social media au - ✔ - Summary:  how annoying can the handsome popular guy get? the answer is: really annoying, specially when you tell him he isn’t that handsome to you.

Ghosted - by @bloomsuga - Genre: social media au, angst, ghosts, smut, fluff, crack - ✔ - Summary: Your new roommate is everything you could ask for: quiet, never makes messes, a killer dry sense of humor… and oh yeah—he’s dead.

my kind. - by @hobios - Genre: soulmate au, fluff, angst, humor - 🎀 - Summary: “i promise i won’t get enough, think you’re one of my kind.” or, when you make a connection with the handsome guy at the laundromat late one night, you start to wonder if Fate ever makes a mistake when it comes to soulmates.

A Boy Like You - by @cinnaminsvga - Genre: FLUFF, coworker au - 🎀 - Summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you. {or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

Of Fire and Love - by @hollyhomburg - Genre: fantasy au, dragon yoongi, fluff, angst - 📝 - Summary:  When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?

Reasons Wretched and Divine - by @hollyhomburg - Genre: fluff, hybrid au, angst, poly - 📝 - Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon 

  The Sugar Wars - by @hollyhomburg - Genre: soulmate au, idol au, fluff - 🎀 - Summary:  Maybe tasting everything his soulmate eats wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi’s soulmate didn’t have the largest sweet tooth Ever. Maybe you wouldn’t need to sweeten everything if he didn’t drink his coffee so bitter.

basketball captian!yoongi - by @jungshookz - Genre: fluff, smut - 🎀 - Summary: min yoongi - captain of the basketball team. y/n y/l/n - water girl.

chromatic - by @jintobean - Genre: fluff, comedy - 🎀 - Summary: “Fuck, he looks like a sparkly anime boy.”

never judge a cover - by @dulcaet - Genre: fluff, angst, humor - 🎀 - Summary:  never had you thought you would find comfort in the character of min yoongi, resident bad boy.

slytherin to my heart  - by @bangtan-insfired - Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, hogwarts au - 🎀 - Summary: You hated Min Yoongi. He hated you. But the both of you were about to find out that hate was just a way to mask another passionate emotion.

Peppermint - @readyplayerhobi

- Genre: fluff, coworker au, angst - ✔ - Summary:  Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

Night Stalker - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: action, angst, smut, fluff, vampire hunter hobi is the hottest hobi, violence - 🎀 - Summary:  Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help?

A Universe To You - @readyplayerhobi - Genre: fluff, angst, smut - 🎀   - Summary:  Life for you has always been dull and grey; not only because you grew up on the most over-populated and polluted planet in the galaxy but because you’re colourblind. You’re convinced it’s because you have a soulmate out there, but soulmates are a forgotten concept now that humanity has spread across the stars. What happens then, when you finally escape Earth and discover colour with the touch of a man on a planet in which soulmates are just a tale of myth?

Wonder - by @smaubts

- Genre: crack, fluff - ✔ - Summary:  In which jimin has a crush on y/n and decides to make it his task to make her fall in love with him, two crackhead personalities unite and make the funniest duo.

Reasons Wretched and Divine - by @hollyhomburg - Genre: fluff, hybrid au, angst, poly - 📝 - Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon

Part Of Your Own World - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: fluff, angst, merman jiminie - ✔ - Summary:  Jimin has always longed for the wide-open skies of the Above Sea. After saving the life of a beautiful human woman, he seeks to find her and finally live in his dream world. But young mermen should be careful what they wish for.

Insert Quippy Title Here!! - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: CRACK, deadpool jimin, smut - 🎀 - Summary: There is no synopsis. It’s just you…me…and a real good time sweet cheeks.

Star Light, Star Bright - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: fluff, angst, single dad jimin, tattoo artist reader, smut - 🎀 - Summary: Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more?

The Evolution Of You And I - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: fluff, angst -  🎀 - Summary: For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

Beneath the Water - by @jungshookz (this one is so good, it’s funny asf!) - Genre: fluff, humor, merman jiminie - 🎀 - Summary: Moving to an apartment by the beach just got a whole lot more interesting

Under the Sea - by @bloomsuga - Genre: smut, fluff, humor, merman jimin  - 🎀

sorting hat - by @bangtan-insfired - Genre: fluff, hogwarts au - 🎀 - Summary: You were nervous to delve into the unknown Wizard world, but luckily for you, Jimin was there to help.

expecto patronum - by @bangtan-insfired - Genre: fluff, hogwarts au - 🎀 - Summary: You were the first of your class to perfect the patronus charm & Jimin is curious about the memory you used.  

the howler - by @bangtan-insfired - Genre: fluff, hogwarts au - 🎀 - Summary:  Not being able to take any more of Jimin’s passionate rants about you, the boys decide to take matters in their own hands and send their dear friend a howler.

Papillion - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: angst, fluff, pregnant reader, childhood friends - 🎀 - Summary: Kim Taehyung has been a constant presence in your life for the last 25 years. The bestest friend a girl could ever want; he’s been there for you through all the good times and the bad. What happens though when you find yourself pregnant and abandoned? What happens when your best friend steps up in ways you never imagined?

Seven Seas - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: fluff, smut, atlantis au, angst - 🎀 - Summary: Atlantis is a myth; a hidden city, a sunken island, a missing continent. Only…it’s not a myth. Just hidden out of choice. As the daughter of an Atlantean and a human, you are a halfling that is unwanted by the underwater continent and misunderstood by the surface. But what happens when you finally go to Atlantis and meet an Atlantean who is oddly kind to you?

Sehebon - by @httpjeon - Genre: smut, fluff, angst - 🎀 - Summary: You find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.

Apartment 512 - @moononthejoon - Genre: fluff, smut, humor - 🎀 - Summary: After finally finding a decent place to live, you couldn’t believe that you landed next to the loudest neighbour in existance.

Fish Are Friends - by @httpjeon - Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid tae - 🎀 - Summary: After moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

Falling in Crayolove - by @jungshookz - Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, kindergarten teacher tae - 🎀🎯 - Summary:  Y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.  

Stuck With You - by @jungshookz (have you ever heard of the song stuck in love with ryan ross?) - Genre: fluff, smut, ENEMIES  to LOVERS MATE, university au, fratboii tae - 🎀🎯 - Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things that have ever happened to you. 

Crinkle - by @worldwidebt7 - Genre: webtoon, hybrid au, fluff! - ✔ - Summary:  You find yourself adopting a lonesome-looking bunny after hearing about him from a friend who recently adopted her own hybrid. The minute you looked at his big doe eyes, it was all over… - Beautifully done artwork, I definitely recommend checking all @worldwidebt7‘s work out!

Crush -by @jungxk - Genre: fluff, smut, amnesia au, husbang guk, comedy, angst - 🎀

Hopping Mad For You - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: smut, fluff, flatmate jk, hybrid jk - 🎀 - Summary: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.

So You Wanna Be The Best - by @readyplayerhobi - Genre: crack, fluff - 🎀 - Summary: Every Pokemon trainer has a rival, and it’s just your luck that you got stuck with your hometown nemesis Jeon Jungkook. As any good rival, he’s determined to beat you to the title of Pokemon Master and he might have a chance at both that and you…if he wasn’t so dang inept.

neighbour!jungkook - by @jungshookz - Genre: fluff, smut - 🎀🎯 - Summary: Cute new apartment and cuter new neighbour.

gymrat!jungkook - by @jungshookz - Genre: fluff, smut - 🎀🎯 - Summary: The gym isn’t half-bad, you suppose.

badboy!jungkook -by @jungshookz - Genre: smut, fluff - 🎀 🎯 - Summary: It’s like he stepped straight out of a fanfiction.

drummer! jungkook - by @jungshookz - Genre: smut, fluff - 🎀 - Summary: ba dum tss

caramel macchiato - by @jungshookz - Genre: FLUFF, barista jk, smut - 🎀 - Summary: one caramel macchiato. one shot of espresso. six ice cubes. ¾ skim milk. ¼ whole milk. no whipped cream. a drizzle of caramel. a squirt of vanilla. and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Love Letters - by  @jennieluvclub - Genre: fluff, angst - 🎀 - Summary:  You get a crush on a certain poet named Jungkook, while secret messages start appearing in your locker… you’d think that poetry and romance and mystery would go well together, think again…

felix felicis - by @bangtan-insfired - Genre: fluff, hogwarts au - 🎀 - Summary:  Jungkook has a huge crush on you, but is too shy to confess. Luckily for him, his friends make him drink some liquid luck potion that may have been that extra push he needed.

#fic rec #fic recommendation #fanfiction #bts #masterlist #fic rec masterlist #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #recommendation #recommended #kim taehyung #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin

[tf2-headcanons-and-scenarios]

Mystery of the Gentle Treausre: Spy x Reader

A/N: This was written on my phone at, like, 3am yesterday. I don’t consider this the best of my work in regards to storyline but I will consider writing another one-shot in relation to this one if enough people like it. I might also want to point out that the reader was around the same age as Spy when they first met (just to clarify things). Hope you enjoy my lovelies!

Note: [y/s/n] = your son’s name (+ anything in Italics is a News Report)

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The famous photograph of a person holding their baby son, taken in 1970, is well known for the mystery surrounding the photographer and the individual holding the child. This piece, titled ‘Gentle Treasure’, has but one copy of it in the entire world, seen only in the Art Gallery residing in 2Fort.

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[y/s/n] looked at the image of the spouse and baby boy with interest in the gallery. The face of the spouse was only revealed through their loving smile and chin, with the top half of the face never to be seen. The child, however, had been visible for the world to see, his eyes closed off from the camera’s gaze.

The year was 1997, 4 months after the boy’s 27th birthday. He had a blossoming career as a painter, and had visited the 2Fort Art gallery for some bursts of inspiration. He had been particularly drawn to the photograph of the parent and child, a photograph he vaguely remembered seeing as a child years ago. Somehow, he felt a connection with the parent in the picture, as if his mind knew who they were, but he brushed it off as artistic inspiration. Eventually, the boy left the gallery and went on his way to visit his father. He had, after all, promised to visit today.

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Jeremy arrived at his father’s house, wiping his brow of sweat after jogging the distance. He turned his attention to a car pulling up in the driveway, revealing his half-brother from the driver’s seat.

“Had I known you were coming to visit, I’d have picked you up!”

“Hey, this Scout has to keep his pace up, alright? Otherwise I’d lose my touch.”

“You already have you freaking 54 year old lunatic.”

“Fuck off [y/s/n], you hardly run you freaking lazy slob.”

Both half-brothers chuckled as they knocked on the door of the house. They were greeted by their father, his formal demeanour remaining as it always had been for years, despite his old age and fading strength.

“Hey dad, nice to see ya again.”

“Bonjour boys, come inside.”

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The three erupted in laughter at the screen, the comedy show they had been watching sending the trio into stitches. The day had begun to fade into the night and each were enjoying themselves to a drink and shitty humour that somehow made each of them laugh. [y/s/n], as curious as he was, caught himself gazing at a photo on the wall of his father, his older-half brother, himself and their father’s partner. All had a smile on their faces, the youngest in the photo being no older than 5. [y/s/n]’s mind lingered back to the photo of the person holding their child in their arms, but he brushed it off again.

“I can tell you have something on your mind tonight.”

“H-huh? Nah, I don’t. Not really anyway.”

“[y/s/n], I am your father. I know when something is bothering you.”

The boy didn’t expect his father to catch onto his own curiosity. Can’t be helped if one’s parent was a former assassin after all. Jeremy seemed to have also (against all the odds) inherit that trait to an obvious extent.

“You’re curious about that photo of that person and their baby, aren’t you?”

[y/s/n] could only nod in response, surprised to hear someone chuckle in response. The owner of that noise wasn’t Jeremy, but his father’s, the old French man getting up from his seat to make his way over to a table containing a small stack of photo albums, taking one and returning to his recliner.

“I think it’s time I revealed my little hobby to you boys. After the war was over, I bought a camera on a whim, and the rest is history.”

“You became a photographer?”

“Non, I simply took photos in my spare time.”

Jeremy’s eyes caught sight of one of the photos, showing a much younger [y/n] holding a baby in their arms. The child had heavily resembled the baby in the photo in the 2Fort gallery, his half-Brother also noting the similarity.

“This is the original copy of that photograph in the 2Fort Art Gallery. Why I ever decided to send that edited version through, you can thank [y/n] for it.”

“Wait, they asked you to submit that photo in?”

“Yes. To this day, I do not know the motivation. Perhaps they wanted to, in a way, show the world that even a hired killer can have the simplest of joys. They cherished every moment with both of you, good and bad.”

“I was kind of surprised to have a step-parent of sorts, but it was nice...”

“I miss them...”

“We all do [y/s/n]. You, me and Pa.”

[y/s/n] didn’t know how to react to the information. The mere fact that his baby face was public to the world was surprising to say the least, but it did answer why he was always so drawn to the picture in the first place. He glanced at Jeremy, seeing the same face painted over the former Mercenary’s face. [y/s/n] also saw that same face light up with an idea.

“Do you still have that stuffy old camera around Spy?”

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The famous photograph of a person holding their baby son, taken in 1970, is well known for the mystery surrounding the photographer and the individual holding the child. 27 years later, the sons of the photographer submitted what they called the ‘only continuation’ of the photograph. They will not reveal who is in the image, but they have confirmed that the adult in the first photo had sadly passed away seven years ago today.

The photograph, which has been revealed to the public today at the 2Fort Art Gallery, was made to honour the memory of the individual in the first photograph and their husband, the photographer of both images, who sadly passed away just a few weeks after the second photograph was taken. The sons named the photograph: “Everlasting Treasure”, and portrays two grown brothers laughing with an elderly parent, the only thing visible of the three are the lower halves of their faces and their arms connected together in a hug.

A/N: Again, not my finest pieces of work, but one I definitely enjoyed writing. This is also a personal headcanon of mine that Spy takes up photography as a hobby after the events of the TF2 comics because why not haha!

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader #spy x reader #tf2 scout #fluff #one-shot #the reader is dead in this #reader insert #family fanfiction #spy is scout’s dad

[belladonnaandulriched]

the artist | chapter thirty-one

“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” -salvador dali

“Holly?”

Blond Dave's voice rang through my ears. He sounded as though he stood about a mile down a sewer pipe. I opened my eyes a little bit and saw his hazy silhouette standing over me. Hazy in the face of the incoming daylight. His blond hair dangled down from his head and towards my chest.

“Holly?” he called again. His voice came in closer to me as I woke up more and more. My back and my hips really hurt, to where I wondered if I could even move them. I heard a soft groan next to me. I blinked a few times so my vision returned to focus. Dave's face entered my view and I could make out the look on concern riddled in his eyes.

“Holly—hey, are you alright?”

“I—” I cleared my throat and rolled my head to the side a bit. A dull pain emerged at the base of my neck. “—I think so?”

“Well, you're talking to me right now,” he said to me in a gentle voice, “you're definitely alright. How do you feel?”

“My neck hurts,” I told him. “As long as I didn't hit my head—”

“You and Joey were about a few inches from smacking your heads on the curb, but you just so happened to land in the right spot.”

“Where is Joey, anyway?”

He groaned out from the right of me. I rolled my head over for a look at him: it all happened so fast that I have no idea how he managed to land on the ground unscathed. But he groaned in agony as he rolled over onto his back and let himself breathe.

“Fuck—” His eyes closed and his chest heaved from the rush of adrenaline. There was a crack in the crown of his helmet, and I could feel mine was broken as well.

“What the hell happened?” Dave asked me.

“We were—” I shifted my weight on the pavement. “—we were coming down to the garden on that bike. And Joey told Lars and me that he wasn't feeling good.”

“Next thing I know, the front wheel hits a rock, and I lose my balance and go flyin',” Joey filled in for me in a pained voice. “I didn't break anythin', though—just—just—”

“In a lot of pain,” Dave filled in.

“Yeah—” Joey grimaced and lifted himself up on his forearms. I could see a road rash on the outside of his left wrist; he grimaced again and pushed himself into an upright position. He turned his left arm over to look at the rash on his skin and wrinkled his nose.

“Think I sprained my wrist,” he confessed; he pulsated his fingers and he winced at the feeling. “Not the first time that's happened but—fuck.”

It hurt my back to do so, but I lifted myself next to him, while Dave backed away from us to check on Lars and the bike: I looked past Joey to see Lars had landed in a bush on the other side of the street and the bike lay on its side near the storm drain. I tried to sit myself in a cross legged position but a sharp pain surged through my hips, so sharp that I yelped out.

“What?” Joey asked me, concerned. “What happened?”

“You okay, Holly?” Dave called over to me.

I leaned back with my legs stretched out which helped a bit. It didn't hurt when I was laying down but I was in agony if I even so much as sat up next to Joey.

“What happened, Hahlly?” Joey asked me again.

“It hurts to sit up,” I groaned out. I tried to push myself upright and it felt like someone stabbed me in the lower back. I yelped out again and almost thrust myself back down onto the pavement.

“Oh, shit,” said Joey.

“Yeah, that's not good,” Dave replied, “we've gotta get you to the hospital. You could've cracked some vertebrae or your pelvis.” Lars grunted and groaned inside of his helmet as he slithered out of the bush.

“You got yer phone on ya?” Joey asked me.

“Yeah, it's in my jeans pocket—” I told him, and he reached into my front pocket for it. His fingers were gentle even on the other side of the denim: soothing and gentle even in the face of pain. But he took out my phone and opened the lockscreen, where he was faced with the lock number.

“Zero seven two zero six four,” I said to him.

“Interesting choice'a numbers,” he said in a soft voice as he tapped on the screen. The light from the phone shone over his face as he dialed 911 and I could make out the somber look in his eyes. I needed to come clean with him, but I also liked keeping the secret from him. I was seeing Chris as well as seeing him and Lars.

He held the phone up to his ear and waited a second. I peered past him to see Dave helping the disoriented Lars to his feet.

“Uh, yes, my friend an' I were just in a bike accident and she might'a either broke her pelvis or her back,” Joey said in a single breath. He hesitated for a second. “Uh—” He looked over at me with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Where are we? I dunno where we are.”

“We're by the garden in Tacoma,” I told him.

“We're just outside of Tacoma,” Dave called out.

“Just outside'a Tacoma,” Joey told them. He then turned to me.

“Where exactly?”

“I don't know,” I confessed to him.

“You've lived here yer whole life, you dunno where you are,” he cracked. The person on the other end said something, then he returned to me. “Y'know where the Five freeway is from here?”

I shook my head.

“No.” The person said something. He returned to me.

“The five oh nine?” I shook my head.

“No.” The person said something. He returned to me.

“The Puget Sound?” I shook my head.

“No.”

“Joey!” Dave called out.

“Wait up—” He lowered the phone and turned towards him. “What's up?”

“We're just passed the cemetery—the Pacific Coast Highway,” Dave shouted from the end of the street.

“The Pacific Coast Highway just passed a cemetery goin' down to Tacoma,” Joey echoed it. “We're like right in the middle of the street.” He paused. “My name? Joey Bellardini. My friend's name is Hollywood. Yeah, I'm from outta town. Stuck here in th' Northwest without any means'a gettin' home.”

“Which means we didn't even go that far,” I remarked; we were within a mile of the actual garden, and yet I swore I saw neon coming up on the right of us. Unless their post collapse garden had expanded that much or the plants were that bright in the darkness, I swore we were there.

“Okay, we'll be waitin' for ya,” Joey told the person on the other end. “Bring food, too—neither of us had breakfast yet an' why we wiped out is 'cause of that.” He paused. “Okay, thank you.” He hung up and handed me the phone. “Help is on the way.”

“Thank you,” I said to him. I tucked it back into my jeans and that was when Lars stumbled towards us. He pried off the helmet and gasped for air.

“Y'alright?” Joey asked him.

“Holy fuck,” he declared in a broken voice. In the incoming morning light, his skin was washed out and pale from fear.

“Yeah, that was—” I started as I shifted my weight on my elbows: apparently I hurt my shoulders, too, given they ached from the accident. “—that was something.”

“Besides, Dave,” Lars started as he shook his head about to loosen up his hair at the back of his head, “how'd you even get here?”

“I was going back up to the speakeasy to check on you guys and I saw Holly and Joey laying on the ground. Then I saw the bike—”

“Shit, the bike!” I shouted.

“What about it?” Lars asked me.

“It's a cop's bike,” said Joey.

“Yeah, they see it, they'll probably think we stole a cop's bike!” I exclaimed.

“Okay, so what should we do with it?” Lars asked us.

Dave turned his head the patch of grass up the street from us.

“Hang tight,” he told us. He hurried over to he bike and picked it up from the pavement: the crash had dented the body a bit and the front wheel was crooked, but the three of us watched him walk it up to the graveyard on the back wheel. He strode over to the bushes on the outside of the fence and lay the bike down in there. He hurried back to us when the whine of ambulance sirens off in the distance caught my ear.

“If anyone asks, I already took the bike home with me for repair,” Dave told us once he entered earshot.

The medics arrived in their protective masks and they helped me and Joey off of the pavement: I was in such agony that I couldn't even stand up. They lifted me onto a stretcher while Joey and Lars both stayed seat on the back of the ambulance with blankets around their shoulders and cups of hot chocolate in one hand each.

The first thing they did for the three of us was to test us for the virus. Negative across the board. Dave tested negative, too, despite having visited Stone in the hospital.

And apparently we were headed for the same hospital where Stone had checked into: I saw his face in one of the rooms as they led me into the radiology room. A lead apron over me and glasses over my eyes to protect me.

Within time, they had my X-ray. Joey and Lars were in the room next door being checked on as I could hear their accents compliment each other as the nurse showed what had happened to me.

She helped me back onto a stretcher and guided me to a room with a bed. She and another nurse lifted me onto there and hooked me up to a couple of monitors and a bit of pain killers.

“Three patients here,” she announced, “—two male, one female, no clue what their ages are. Both boys are from out of town: one is from upstate New York, and the other is I think German. The New York boy who was driving the bicycle lost consciousness due to hunger and hit a rock and the bike high sided. He extended his left wrist out to break his fall and wound up spraining the ligaments within as well as receiving a rash on the outside. The girl sustained a hairline fracture to her pelvic bone as well as her coccyx—”

“My what?” I asked her.

“Your tailbone.”

“My ass,” I muttered. “I broke my ass.”

“—the second boy didn't receive any injuries, and the vitals of all three are stable. Coronavirus tests came back negative for each of them.”

I was unsure if it was the morphine, but Joey looked a lot softer and sweeter than normal once he entered the room to check on me. His face looked fuller and rosier than normal, and it took me a second to realize they had cleaned up his skin and put his one arm into a sling.

“Just ate a bunch'a ice cream,” he told me as he took a seat to my right. “Gonna get sump'n real here in a second.”

“And—you didn't bring any for me?” I asked him.

“The nurse is comin' back with some,” he assured me.

“Not the worst thing that's happened to me, I guess,” I muttered under my breath. Joey knitted his eyebrows together and set his free hand on his hip.

“Hate that I sprained my wrist an' got a li'l rash here an' my darling artist can't even so much as sit up.”

“You sprained your wrist, Joey,” I pointed out, “you have to use just one hand for a while.”

“I usually use one hand anyways,” he smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled at him.

“Is there never a time where you're not thinking of having me do the Artist on you again?” I asked him as I could feel my speech slurring.

“Yeah, when I'm sleepin'.” My eyes blurred with sleep. It was hard to keep them open.

“Them drugs gettin' to ya a bit?” he teased me.

“Uh—”

His brown eyes were big and luminous, much larger than they seemed before. For a second, he turned into Chris as his black curls fanned out from his head and his face appeared much more handsome than normal. His skin glowed with the radiance of the incoming sun. He became the sun as gold and red feathers sprouted from around his head to form a crown. He was as warm as the sun on the Italian Riviera. So much more handsome. So much more gorgeous.

A beautiful man. Too beautiful in fact. Too beautiful for me to want to fuck, either.

“You aren't real,” I said aloud.

“I'm as real as the nose on yer face.” His voice scattered about for a hundred years. Different shapes and colors from all around him. He became something else. He became everything and nothing. Orange spots emerged from the wall behind him to take on the shape and swirl of Jupiter's Great Red Spot.

He raised his free hand to push a lock of the serpentine corkscrews on his head behind his ear and his arm extended out, as skinny as a willow on Christmas. His fingers were long and slender and loaded with spiderwebs. He was becoming so beautiful it was terrifying.

“Hahlly?” That upstate accent was as jovial as the spots on the wall and the ones on my blanket. He leaned in closer to me and those brown eyes became black holes. He resembled a painting, one of those oil paintings that were made down to the detail to where they looked very real. He turned into a painting right before my very eyes.

“This pain yer feelin—it's gonna go away here in a second,” he told me as those dark lips took the form and texture of blood pudding.

“A second?” I asked him.

He turned his head and the hair on the side of his head resembled to ribbons the size of Finger Lakes.

“Get 'er some ice cream,” he told the moth at the door, which came towards me to lay me down flat on my back. I was motionless and still so I let him do it to me. The light in the room turned into a soft haze that swallowed me whole and covered me in a blanket. I closed my eyes and I was met with a dark forest. The trees morphed into fountains that spouted bright red water. Red water for blood. Blood on the pain. Blood on the table. Blood on the tree branches as they nudged me towards the sun on the horizon. The full moon hung behind me with a red and white glow on top of itself.

Joey was the sun. Lars was the moon.

Chris was everything.

Everything and nothing.

Paint with my blood. Paint with the breaks in my bones. Paint with everything.

I woke up to see Chris himself standing over me. His black curls dangled down towards my face; but for a split second, I swore it was Joey. But the morphine allowed me to see the fuzz of a mustache over his top lip.

“I was hoping when you'd awake,” he told me, “I was just about to take Joey and Lars back to the speakeasy.”

“They can't,” I said, “they can't go back. I can't go back—not like this.”

“You guys gotta get back to the speakeasy, though,” he insisted.

“But why, though?”

“Yeah, it's locked, Chris,” Lars told him from across the room.

“Your parents are there and they're kind of freaking out because they missed the art show and they got word that you were in a bike accident.”

The morphine meant nothing at that point. What was I going to say to them about my cracked vertebrae, much less the fact I was seeing three boys at the same time.

#the artist #the artist fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 31 #anthrax fanfic #metallica fanfic #chris cornell fanfic #nirvana fanfiction #anthrax #metallica #nirvana #chris cornell #joey belladonna #lars ulrich #dave grohl #sci fi #tw hallucinations #tw drugs #also on ao3 #fan writing #writing #text #the artist chapters

[artificialqueens]

You're the Best Part (Heidi x Jaida) - Frankenvenus

a/n i wrote for this pairing cause of the way heidi and jaida talk about how close they got on the show which is so cute. i thought fuck it! let’s write a pregnancy au. the title is a lyric from best part by daniel caeser & h.e.r - 2 very talented black artists.

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Jaida didn’t plan it. She had been with her deadbeat boyfriend for seven months before realising she didn’t swing his way. She ended up coming out to him over a very uncomfortable dinner date, and before she could even register what was going on, he had packed everything of his from her small Wisconsin home and left.

It was difficult at first. When your life revolves around this one person, it’s hard to find meaning when things are just over. Heidi helped - of course. Heidi from across the street - Jaida’s ride or die. There wasn’t a dull moment around the younger woman. Although the break up was rough and sudden, Heidi was by Jaida’s side to ease the pain.

Then, out of nowhere, Jaida fell sick. She would just be sitting, minding her own business when she would suddenly feel nauseated. She would have to rush to the bathroom and throw up, then she’d sit there for hours afterwards, head pounding painfully at the mere thought of food. It wasn’t until Heidi came over did Jaida move from her position. The young blonde rushed towards where she lay on the bathroom floor, placing a hand on her forehead.

“Jesus, girl. You are burning up. Let me get you some Tylenol or something I-” she yanked open Jaida’s medicine cabinet above her sink, rummaging through it for any kind of pain killer. “Are you food poisoned? It wasn’t my soup, was it? Fuck, I knew it smelt funny.”

Jaida groaned, wisps of her brown hair clinging to her forehead with sweat. She felt disgusting. She felt even worse having to tell Heidi that she hadn’t touched her soup. She just wasn’t feeling it. She had started to have strong cravings for peanut butter over the previous few days, so she had only really been eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for meals.

Upon telling Heidi this, the young blonde’s face dropped.

“Cravings?”

“Mhm.”

“Bitchhh,” the girl bit her lip and she looked at Jaida with a strange expression, “When was the last time you, you know… did it?”

“Did what?”

Heidi thought over how to say what she wanted to respectfully, without crossing the line. After dodging the big word with many synonyms to no avail, she just said it straight up. “When did you last get fucked?”

The older woman’s jaw went slack, suddenly feeling like passing out. She gripped the bottom of the sink to steady herself. She and her ex-boyfriend had had sex at least twice in the month prior to their break-up, and although she had been taking her birth control, he had consistently refused to wear a condom. Jaida remembered from her college reproductive biology class that 1 in 100 women would get pregnant on the pill annually. She really hoped she had food poisoning instead of being part of the unlucky 1%. She directed Heidi to the emergency pregnancy test in her cabinet, and the blonde promptly waited outside whilst Jaida followed the instructions printed on the box.

“Can you please talk to me whilst I wait? Distract me with your dumbass stories or somethin’,” Jaida joked, but her voice was shaky.

“Did I ever mention I’m a dom top?” Heidi began, and Jaida almost choked. “Yeah, I like tied a gal to the bed once. She said I was really good at it, but I wouldn’t know. She sounded super bored so I wanted to impress her. Her name was like… Dahlia, I think… and when I was fucking her I couldn’t stop thinking about the Black Dahlia and how when they found her body her mouth had been cut into a smile-”

“Preferably not about murder, Heidi. Chile…” Jaida tried to sound angry, but god it was hard. The fact that she was sitting here, possibly pregnant, after throwing up non-stop and Heidi could still elicit a laugh from her blew her mind.

Five minutes passed, Heidi continued to lie about being a dom-top, and then it was time to check the test.

“Heidi? Can you come in and look for me? I don’t think I can do it myself,” breathed Jaida, and her friend nodded without a word. The brunette clenched her fists subconsciously, looking at the floor whilst Heidi picked up the small stick.

“What do the two red lines mean again?” asked the blonde.

Fuck.

.

Jaida had made the decision not to tell her ex-boyfriend, the father of her soon-to-be child, that she was pregnant. She had heard from mutual friends that he had left the state and moved to Illinois, but quite frankly, she didn’t care.

Her mom had been overjoyed upon finding out, for she had always wanted to be a grandmother. She promised to support Jaida as a single mother throughout her pregnancy and her child’s life.

However, the most supportive person in the brunette’s life at that moment in time was Heidi. Heidi would always knock on the door and bring round a dish that matched Jaida’s daily cravings, she would buy her non-alcoholic wine so they could still drink and watch movies together, she would tend to Jaida when her mourning sickness got back and she would attend every single one of her friend’s check-ups. Jaida was starting to believe Heidi was her guardian angel - because she sure looked like it.

They sat together in the waiting room for Jaida’s second ultrasound. She was nearing her second trimester, and although it was small, there was a visible bump on her stomach. Heidi couldn’t take her hands off it. The blonde held a cheap magazine in one hand and kept her other hand on Jaida’s tummy, awaiting the feeling of a kick (although Jaida had told her it was likely too early for that.) Heidi mocked the trashy magazine headlines while they waited, causing the brunette to laugh so hard she almost cried.

“Girl, one day you’re gonna make this fuckin’ baby shoot out of me five months early cause I’ve been laughing too hard,” Jaida wheezed, gripping the side of the uncomfortable waiting room chair. People around them stared, but they didn’t pay attention.

Heidi gasped, “Oh my goodness Jaida, you can’t curse! What if your baby hears? You don’t want it to pop out of your coochie trash talking like its mommy…”

“Shut up bitch!”

Before they could disturb their surroundings anymore, a nurse entered and called them in. Jaida sat herself down on the chair and the nurse reclined it back slightly. Heidi sat on a small stool to the left of Jaida, watching Jaida with a shit-eating grin on her face. The sonographer, Dr Cox, entered the room, pulling gloves onto her slender hands.

“Well, I can see you have developed a small bump since your last check-up with me,” Dr cox smiled, applying lubricating jelly to Jaida’s stomach to prevent friction from the ultrasound transducer. The gel sent shivers through the brunette, but Heidi reached for her hand and warmed her up. “How are you feeling?” asked the sonographer.

“I’m feeling great. The sickness and nausea have kinda gone away. I’ve been having lots of cravings though,” Jaida sighed, “But it’s all good. Heidi over here got me a Build-a-Bear as a baby shower gift, but it’s more so for me than the baby.”

Dr Cox chuckled as Heidi flipped her hair like the proud best-friend she was.

“Isn’t it early for baby gifts? You don’t even know the gender yet!” Dr Cox said as she hovered the transducer over Jaida’s stomach.

Heidi cut in, “I think she’s plannin’ to raise the baby neutral. She’s gonna let it decide what it wants as it gets older. Until then, we are dressing it rainbow.”

Dr Cox couldn’t help but grin as she stared into the ultrasound, and Jaida felt her face heat up, hoping that the doctor wouldn’t notice. There was just something about the way Heidi spoke with such confidence and conviction that made Jaida’s heart swell in ways she didn’t know it could. What also caused the brunette’s head to spin was the way Heidi said we. They were going to raise this child together.

“Well, of course you can raise the baby gender-neutral. That’s a great idea,” Dr Cox chuckled, moving the transducer across, “But, I can tell you the sex. I can see it right here!”

Jaida’s eyes widened, “You can?”

“Mhm. Do you wanna know?”

“Uh, yes please. Duh.”

Dr Cox pointed at the screen as Jaida and Heidi watched curiously, “Thatis a little girl!”

Jaida tipped her head back in pure bliss. Although she hadn’t spoken it out loud, she had desperately wanted a girl.

“I am so happy. No loud ass boys in this house!” Heidi clapped with glee.

“You don’t even live with me,” Jaida laughed.

“I may as well!”

.

“Do you have a name for it?” Heidi asked whilst Jaida was biting into a hot pickle - the eight one she had eaten that day.

“Yeah, but it’s a surprise,” Jaida winked with a mouthful of food, “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

The blonde slammed her dainty hands on the table, “Bitch! Tell me.”

“Girl, I said surprise. You only have about a month to wait.”

Jaida was right. Her bump was ginormous, to the point that she couldn’t see her toes anymore, and it was clear that the baby was well on its way. Her back hurt constantly, her boobs had swollen their way out of most of her bras, and her hormones were going nuts. She was horny all the time, and incredibly touch starved. Despite having no love for her boyfriend, she missed the feeling of nuzzling her nose into his neck or having filthy words whispered in her ear whilst she was showering.

Every time the brunette looked at Heidi - plump lips, button nose and all - she tried to suppress the need to intertwine their fingers, rub her thigh or gently kiss her forehead. Jaida blamed the thoughts about her friend on the hormones, but deep down she knew there was more to it.

She still hadn’t grown tired of Heidi, even though they had spent practically every minute of the past eight months together. Heidi would still make her warm soup, brew her cups of tea and come over with bags of chips for Jaida, and she would never hesitate. The brunette felt like she owed her life to the younger woman.

It was Heidi’s idea to get the baby’s heartbeat tattooed. They had been given a picture by Dr Cox, and as a birthday gift for Jaida, Heidi had taken her to her friends Widow and Crystal’s tattoo parlour just out of town. The two girls were very well known for their minimalistic yet stylish tattoo designs, and they worked on dark skin flawlessly, unlike many other tattooists in the state. Heidi handed the picture to Widow and the latter was more than excited to execute the idea.

Jaida, being the overly cautious mother-to-be that she was, forced Crystal to thoroughly clean the needle right in front of her out of fear of hurting the child with infection. Crystal assured her that everything was fine and perfectly hygienic, but the brunette didn’t believe it until Heidi told her so. She finally relaxed as Widow pressed the needle against the soft skin of her upper arm.

“How does it look so far?” Jaida asked Heidi through gritted teeth.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“I wish my mom got tattoos done when she was pregnant with me,” Crystal chuckled, preparing the petroleum ointment that she would gently apply on Jaida’s skin once Widow had finished. “That’s so badass.”

“It was all Heidi’s idea,” Jaida smiled, nearly fainting when the apple’s of Heidi’s cheeks reddened slightly.

.

They were in line at Wendy’s when it happened. Jaida had been craving a spicy chicken sandwich, so Heidi drove her there without debate. The place was busy, so they were waiting for quite a while. Jaida earned a few stares, which was understandable considering she was heavily pregnant. And then she felt it.

“Oh my God, why does it feel like I’m fucking peeing?” Jaida gulped, her heartbeat quickening with distress. “Am I peeing? I didn’t need the bathroom? I feel like my bladder bopped…”

Heidi gasped and grabbed Jaida’s hand, “Holy fuck Jaida, I read about this. Your water just broke!”

It made sense. Jaida’s due date was set for the next week, but for some reason, the brunette hadn’t considered the child being anything but on time. She found it really cute that Heidi had done her research, though she hardly had time to register it because she was being rushed back to the car.

“What about my chicken sandwich?” she frowned as Heidi pressed her foot down on the pedal.

“Fuck your chicken sandwich! We gotta go!”

Thankfully, the hospital wasn’t far. Within ten minutes, they had reached the large building and were being attended to by multiple nurses.

“Oh fuck!” Jaida whimpered as she felt a heavy pressure press against her pelvis, not unlike a period cramp. The nurses told her not to worry, as she was just experiencing contractions, but she was worrying a lot.

Quicker than she could express her feelings, Heidi sensed them. She reached for Jaida’s shaky hand and gripped it, bringing her lips to it and kissing it gently multiple times.

The action was friendly, but it for sure eased Jaida’s pain.

“Heidi can you… can you call my mom?”

“Sure, hon.”

Hon. It seemed like such a domesticated pet name. Jaida felt like crying.

Ten minutes later, Jaida’s mom burst into the hospital room, looking glamorous as ever. Jaida was the spitting image of her, and Heidi found herself wondering if Jaida’s child would be the same.

“Are you okay, sweetie pie?” her mom asked, pushing past Heidi and grabbing her daughter’s hand comfortingly.

“I’m fine. Slightly uncomfortable, though.”

Jaida was still yet to go into labour, but the doctors and nurses had advised that she stay put at the hospital because it was likely that she would start soon. She was extremely nervous. Growing up, she had always found the prospect of birth disgusting and painful. Now that she was experiencing it - she was right. Her head was sticky with sweat, her lips were dry and the milk that had started coming in two days prior had caused her to feel constantly uncomfortable. To her surprise, Heidi had shown her how to use the breast pump, so now she had many cups of milk sitting in the fridge, waiting for baby Hall to arrive.

It wasn’t long before Jaida went into labour, and Heidi stayed by her the entire time (after having to argue with a nurse to try and convince her that she was practically family.) Their hands stayed connected through the entire process, and Heidi whispered Jaida comforting promises whilst the latter screamed in pain and agony.

Jaida didn’t cry often, but in the four hours that it took to deliver her baby, she must’ve cried her entire body mass. She cried harder after Heidi softly whispered in her ear, ‘We can do this together.’ She knew she couldn’t cope simply being Heidi’s best friend and next-door neighbour anymore. She wanted Heidi. Even more so, she wanted Heidi to be her child’s second parent. It was a huge thing to ask, and she told herself that she would never seriously ask it, but she knew that Heidi would make an incredible mom.

After hours of sobbing, the only cries that filled the room were the cries of Jaida’s beautiful little baby. The baby’s small head was already covered with little black curls upon delivery, and Jaida couldn’t help but stroke them softly whilst the newborn fell asleep in her arms. The baby’s nose was small and cute and Heidi had already gently booped it about fifteen times.

“It’s so tiny,” Jaida’s mom gaped.

“Look at its little hands,” Heidi added.

“Y’all wanna know what I decided to call it?” questioned Jaida, and both women nodded profusely, “I decided to call it Willow cause it’s kinda unisex and the willow tree on our street started growing right when I found out I was pregnant. It cannot be a coincidence.”

For the first time that day, Jaida watched as Heidi’s eyes became glassy. They quickly became filled with tears that spilt over after she said, “I love it.”

Jaida looked into Heidi’s eyes and saw something there that she hadn’t seen before. Both their eyes were dark and stared deeply into one another, further past what each of them saw.

“Momma, can you take Willow for a second? I need a moment with Heidi here,” the brunette asked and her mom nodded, carefully scooping the sleeping baby from her daughter’s arms. She stepped out of the room and into the hallway, leaving Jaida and Heidi there alone.

“Thank you for being here,” Jaida sniffled, reaching forward to take her friend’s soft hands, “I really don’t know how I would’ve coped without you. You have helped me more these past nine months than anyone has ever had. I owe you everything.”

“Girl, you’re gonna make me so emotional,” Heidi giggled through her tears, “I am so proud of you. You really said fuck this baby daddy I’m gonna birth this child all alone and raise it alone cause I’m the baddest bitch alive.”

The brunette bit her lip before placing her hand on the side of Heidi’s face nervously, causing the blonde’s lips to part subconsciously, “But I didn’t do it alone. I did it with you.”

Before either of them could say another word, Heidi pulled Jaida in by the back of her neck and tipped their lips up to meet one another in the softest, gentlest kiss either of them had ever experienced. It was nothing like the ones Jaida shared with her ex-boyfriend - those had no meanings - but this meant the world. Nine months of pent up emotions spilt out into the intimate embrace. Heidi’s lips explored Jaida’s hesitantly, like she was made of glass, but the brunette assured her not to be afraid by gently dragging her tongue across the blonde’s lower lip.

After another minute, they pulled away, breathless. They kept staring into one another’s eyes, looking for answers, until Jaida was the first to say it.

“I love you,” she muttered, “I have loved you this whole damn time.”

“I love you too,” Heidi wept, pressing her lips against Jaida’s flushed cheek briefly.

“Heidi I- I don’t know how to tell you this but I… I want you to be Willow’s mom, along with me. I want us to parent this kid together. I can’t do it alone.”

Heidi gasped, “Oh my lord I was waiting for you to ask that.”

“Chile… Are you serious?”

“Yes, bitch! I’ve always wanted to raise a child and teach it my ways and Willow… Willow is so beautiful. Just like their momma. Of course I wanna raise this baby with you.”

“I love you so, so much.”

.

11 months later

Jaida and Heidi had made an agreement that Jaida was to be called mom and Heidi was momma, to avoid any confusion, however, Willow was still yet to form a real word. Willow was a fantastic babbler and had perfected the art of incoherent sounds and blowing raspberries, but nothing that had escaped their lips was actually in the dictionary.

“Oh lord, what if Willow never speaks… What if they grow up mute?” Jaida panicked, her head in her hands against the kitchen counter.

“Calm down, baby,” Heidi sighed, placing her hand on the small of her girlfriend’s back, “If they’ve got even a fragment of your brain, I just know they’re gonna be a smartass.”

“Smartass!”

A voice echoed across the room. Heidi shoved Jaida gently for mocking her, but Jaida defended herself, promising that it wasn’t her who said it. They were confused for a second before the realisation dawned on them. They rushed towards Willow’s crib where the child sat, sucking on the floppy ear of a stuffed toy.

“What did you just call me, Willow Essence Anthonie-Hall?” Jaida squinted, leaning over the crib to watch her baby’s lips curl up into a smile.

“Smartass,” Willow grinned, causing Heidi nearly to pass out with laughter.

Jaida scooped Willow up and held them over her head, “You can’t say that! Heidi, tell Willow that they can’t say that!”

Heidi was wheezing too hard to respond, but after a minute of bellowing laughter, she managed to say, “Willow ain’t wrong!”

“Not only am I being bullied by my girlfriend, but also my almost 1-year-old kid,” she faux-gasped, “I’m leaving!” she joked, before bursting into laughter. Things couldn’t have been better.

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[dailytomlinson]

It’s been a long and turbulent four-year road for Louis Tomlinson. Since his band, One Direction, announced their ‘indefinite hiatus’ in 2016, Tomlinson has struggled to find a professional path that suitably represents him as an artist. As he gears up to finally release his long-awaited debut album Walls this coming January, the singer-songwriter finally feels comfortable in his own skin, finding his own unique Britpop-inspired sound which has been spurred on by the resentment towards a diluting of his vision in a bid to find radio play in the States. Tomlinson, it is safe to say, has finally found his feet and, with a new record label firmly behind him and a renewed energy propelling his every move, the 27-year-old is now a man on a mission with two fingers in the air and a point to prove.

His remarkable story really needs no introduction. Plucked from a crowd of hopefuls auditioning for the X-Factor in 2010, the then 18-year-old singer was placed alongside Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik by Simon Cowell much to the joy of their growing social media fanbase. Just 12 months later their debut album, Up All Night, was released and propelled the group to international fame. In the six fast and furious years as a band One Direction tour relentlessly, released five hit records and became unfathomably rich in the process. For Tomlinson, however, the immediate highs were quickly met by severe lows when it all came suddenly crashing down. The end of the band, the media relentlessly pursuing his private life, personal tragedy and more have followed. Now though, with a renewed vigour and clarity for his future, Tomlinson has picked himself up and is about to carve out his own niche of pop music. I met Tomlinson in a back bar of a central London hotel as I self-consciously began to consider the possibility that I may be underdressed for the occasion. Thankfully though—and much to my relief—he arrived casually dressed in a brown quarter-zip jacket, jeans and Adidas trainers which arrived as a refreshing change in reference to the typical, modern-day pop star. Having travelled down to London from Yorkshire that day, with my editor’s words ringing in my ears, the somewhat opulent surroundings of our meeting lacked the relaxing edge I was hoping for. It must be said that interviews with musicians of international fame can be tricky — especially when they have a new album to sell. With media training, PR managers typically watching over and a sense ill-trust with the media, it will come as little surprise that popstars can be standoffish in interviews. Despite my initial trepidation though, Tomlinson greeted me with immense warmth and immediately offered to get a couple of beers in from the bar—the first sign that our conversation would follow the laid-back pattern I was hoping for. After we’d sat down and had a sip of lager, our Yorkshire accents clashing, my mind turned to his recent performance of his last single ‘We Made It’ on Children In Need. Tomlinson looked in his element, like he’d finally found his feet as a solo artist—something that hasn’t been an easy adjustment for him to make in the last few years. “Yeah, naturally I feel as any fucking solo star finds – the longer you’re in it, the more experienced you get, the more confident you get. I think it took me a second to work out who I am musically, to fully detach from One Direction and stuff but I feel like I’m there now so, naturally, I’m more confident in my songwriting ability, I’m more confident performing, singing and all of that, so it feels good.” Following the split from the band, it did feel from the outside looking in that there was no clear direction where his solo career was going to take him. With collaborations with the likes of Steve Aoki and Bebe Rexha, both of which performed commercially well, there was a creative direction that left more questions than answers. Earlier this year, he took to social media to make a statement to claim that he was turning a page, that he was fed up with writing to a formula in a bid to chase radio play and instead he wanted to make music he loved. That moment was the beginning of the second chapter in his solo career, which he expands on looking while back at that difficult time with more than a pinch of honesty as always, disclosing: “Yeah but I’m not going to lie, it’s still something that I’m fighting up against if I’m being honest. I mean, because there’s constant opinion around me and you know a lot of people do want to focus towards radio—which I do understand—but what bugs me is just how much it limited me — especially because what I grew up listening to on pop radio is very different to what’s on pop radio now and because I couldn’t see a place for myself. I thought that it wasn’t not going to be authentic because I’m going to be trying to sound like what’s on the radio. Today, in 2019 more than ever, people can spot bullshit. So yeah, I think since that moment I’ve always been conscious of that and as I say it is a constant battle, but I think I’m winning at the moment.” The state of mainstream radio is something that Tomlinson is passionate about. As an artist who aims to make songs that are accessible to the masses without compromising integrity at the same time, Louis appears to be well versed on the shift in the popular musical landscape: “If I’m being honest, I didn’t actively search for stuff because it was on pop radio,” he said while discussing the change in approach to consuming music. “Especially a band like Catfish and The Bottlemen,” he adds after a moment of contemplation. “When I was growing up they would definitely, definitely, be on every radio and I think those bands are very important and now I have to actively search for them or listen to the right station.” He continues, “Also, I think it took me a second to come out and say what my influences are because I know what people expect from someone who has been in a boyband and stuff like that.” With this lightbulb moment, Tomlinson wanted to detail more about the inner workings of his creative process, how collaborating with like-minding musicians helped free his thought process. “Once I’d had this epiphany and put this message on social media, at that point I’d done four songs that are still on the album. I think ‘Kill My Mind’ was actually a turning point, I wrote it with a guy called Jamie Hartman and the next session we had together we wrote ‘Walls’ which is the title track for the album and is going to be my next single. I think from that moment it unlocked something and we got some momentum so then the second half of the album was written relatively quickly but I think as I say it being transitional I’d have loved 10 ‘Kill My Mind’s’ but maybe the next record.” ‘Kill My Mind’ looks and sounds like the first step towards the definitive direction that the Yorkshireman is aiming for. It has a punchy Hot Fuss era Killers’ chorus and is more reminiscent of the type of music that Tomlinson himself loves. “That’s probably the proudest I’ve been of a song because that is genuinely a song that I fucking love listening to and that’s not necessarily always the case when you’re playing for radio all the time. It didn’t get the attention that I think it quite deserved but that’s the way it is.” The shift towards the guitar-led music, which bucks the trend with current chart-toppers, is the path that the 27-year-old is determined to follow. A recent writing session with Australian indie giants DMA’s had popped up in our conversation and the beaming smile across Tomlinson’s face said it all: “I’ve hung out with those boys (DMA’s) actually, one night because we were in the same studio and I’ve written together with [them] before,” he said before clarifying that the drinks were flowing which resulted in an unfinished recording. When probed on whether this is something he’d like to re-visit at a later date, Tomlinson expanded with an eye firmly on the future: “The DMA’s session was a bit of an experiment, to be honest, when I look at my solo career I’m looking at it as a five, six or seven-year plan. I realise this from doing the DMA’s one, I would fucking love to do an album full of them but it’s a transition you know what I mean, I’ve got to understand the fan base and what they want. I don’t want anything to be so drastic so in my eyes, it’s a two, three even four-album progression before I get there and I also think to write those kinds of songs that I love I need to have more experience as a songwriter as well.” For someone who has had such rich successes in their career to date, the singer-songwriter does seem to have struggled with his self-confidence since going solo—but this year seems to have changed that. One song that stands out is ‘Two of Us’, a track which was released earlier this year is a tribute to his late Mother who tragically passed in 2017. Tomlinson’s life was then struck by more devastation following his sister’s sudden death in March this year. ‘Two of Us’ clearly carries a heavy weight of emotion. Created from the inner workings of Tomlinson’s grief, the song is by a distance the most personal release in his entire career to date. Despite that, the track manages to find the universal within the personal as it’s lyrics resonate for anyone who has ever lost anybody close to them—myself included. While our conversation remained on this topic I was keen to know whether these heart-breaking events had impacted his professional epiphany, whether the personal grief had allowed him to stop worrying about the chart and instead focusing more on enjoying the ride: “When I wrote ‘Two Of Us’ that was something I never really had with music before where I like to think every lyric has meant something. There was a different emotional weight with that song and just hearing people’s stories about what it meant to them and how they related to it, that was amazing for me.” “If I’m being honest what made me have my epiphany was me spitting my fucking dummy out because I was sick of being put in writing sessions which I couldn’t relate to, or people trying to pull me in a certain way to work on American radio. I could probably have commercial success like that, but I’ve got the luxury of having had that already with One Direction and I thought ‘what does success mean to me?’ I just thought I’ve got to follow my fucking heart and if I can win like that it’s like a double win you know what I mean.” One Direction’s immediate success was unprecedented for a British boyband. Together they conquered the world with their debut Up All Night going straight to number one in the States and shifting more than 4.5million copies globally. Just one to this moment, Tomlinson was an 18-year-old living for the weekend in Doncaster—but he was determined not to let his newfound fame change him: “Yeah I was always pretty resistant to it [fame] to be honest, I always say that when I got famous, when I first got put in band, that I was having the best year of my life. So, it was a lot to deal with to leave my favourite year behind and to be doing something else where you’re working really hard. The personal and professional problems that have occurred in recent years appears to have given Tomlinson a remarkable sense of life experience. Despite still being so young, despite having lived a whirlwind life, he still has the ability to self reflect on with a grounded honesty. “Being from Donny you don’t expect to get that kind of opportunity and I then got put into the band and then had to deal with everything on the job. Honestly, it was a fucking incredible time in my life that shaped me as an artist and shaped me as a person, I saw some amazing things but it is also nice now to have a little bit more free time because we were so fucking busy and also you know stand on my own two feet and say this is who I am.” “As far as what’s on my checklist of a credible artist you know they have to write their own tunes, that was always important to me and I did a lot of writing in the band which I think gave me the incredible experience to write now. It was like a crash course, there were so many sessions and I think it’s put me in good stead, but I feel like I’m always getting better as a writer man I feel like with every song I learn a little bit more.” Although, it’s clear from speaking with Tomlinson that he looks back on those years he spent with the band with all the fondness in the world. Yet the media attention that came with all the success was something that got the better of him at times. “That was hard and I’ve often envied artists from an era where smartphones weren’t around. There were definitely some days where it got the better of me. I suppose you’ve got to be selective on where you go and I learned the hard way from a few different people that you can’t trust. Some people want something out of you and it took me a second to understand, but again I think that helps me have a thicker skin in the real world outside of my job. There are times when I’ve gone through difficult things in my life and I’ve thought certain people haven’t been amazing but it’s part of it, fuck it.” As our conversation then meandered toward the split of the band and what life was like for Tomlinson after exiting the world of One Direction— which was all that he had known for the entirety of his adult life up until that point. A sense of honest emotion entered his voice, a moment that seemingly suggested that this permanent change was something that was taken from his own control: “It was good to be back doing normal things but I wasn’t ready for the band to go on a break and it came as a shock for me,” Tomlinson exclusively told Far Out Magazine. “It definitely wasn’t my choice but I understand why the decision was made and there’s a good argument for that. I’m enjoying expressing myself now but it rocked me for a time and for a bit and I didn’t know what I was going to do,” he said, vehemently. From the tone in his voice, it is obvious that the subject is still a relatively raw one for Tomlinson who initially struggled to find the right sound for him following the split of the band—a factor stemmed from his initial reluctance to move solo. From the gravitas of the moment to the importance of his first steps back into music, it was clear that Tomlinson wasn’t ready to be going out on his own so soon after the band’s breakup—a learning curve which other members of the group seemed to overcome in different ways. The break was initially thought to be just that ‘a break’, but nearly four years after the announcement there are still no signs that the group is entertaining ideas of reuniting anytime soon. With Louis Tomlinson set to release his debut album in January, Liam Payne’s debut LP1 out next month, Harry Styles’ second offering, Fine Line, being made available on December 13th and Niall Horan working on the follow-up to his 2017 Flicker, the One Direction members are firmly in solo mode. Tomlinson acknowledges that during the final One Direction tour he began to accept that the break was inevitable, admitting: “It had kind of been brewing and we knew the conversation might be coming around but it was just one of those things. It was always going to happen, we were always going to take a break, but I think there are always people who are going to take things better than others.” Looking on the bright side, however, since the break he has been allowed to live a bit more of a quieter life. From speaking with Tomlinson I get the sense that he’s in this because he loves the music, appreciates the love he gets from fans and loves playing live. However, the celebrity lifestyle that comes with it isn’t why he’s in this game. “I think I can definitely have a bit more of a balance now, there are obviously times when I’m releasing songs or releasing album when it’s really ramped up and It’s hard but definitely easier in those off times to have the balance because otherwise when you’re so busy it’s impossible to literally fit everybody into your life. It’s definitely nicer having more time to do normal fucking things,” he adds with an almost sigh of relief. Tomlinson’s solo career, which has found its feet with emphatic effect and is currently flying high with a sold-out world tour and highly anticipated debut on the horizon, was something that the singer himself had never initially envisioned. With Tomlinson originally wanting to take a back seat in the music industry following the end of the band, he revealed exclusively to Far Out: “I’m not going to lie it hit me hard but it definitely inspired me to get on with my own solo career because it wasn’t something I was always going to do. I was just going to write songs and just hopefully send them to other people and stuff like that, but everything happens for a reason, so they say anyway.” As the careers of all five members of the band have all taken off, with each turning into different avenues sonically, our conversation then turned to the competitive nature between the band since they went their separate ways. Typically, the avid Doncaster Rovers fan opting to use a hugely specific football analogy to describe the relationship with his former bandmates: “I could be wrong but I think we’ve all got that in us, there’s a competitive side to everyone. I can only speak from personal experience, and as time goes on you understand the differences. It’s not all that relevant but I liken to the feeling at first was that you’ve all been at Barcelona’s youth academy, so we’ll call One Direction ‘Barcelona’ and then we’ve all been put off at different clubs and that takes a second to understand and compute but we’re all still lucky to be able to do it as solo artists.” Having time off to relax over the last few years for the first time since stepping foot for his X-Factor audition all those years ago, Tomlinson seems to have returned with a renewed love for music and everything that comes with it. For a while, it appears the music was falling second in line to all the hysteria that surrounded his fame—a situation that has been duly rectified. Next year will see him return to Doncaster as part of his world tour for a very special homecoming and, with that mention, his face lights up with a grin on his face the size of South Yorkshire: “It’s going to be class, I can’t wait for Donny Dome. I don’t feel like my career has fully started until I do that first tour show, it’s all well and good writing songs, releasing songs, doing all the promo and everything that comes with it but the most important fucking thing is that you put on a good show. I started realising the longer that I’ve been in this that there’s a level of importance in these nights to people, especially the avid fanbase that I’m lucky enough to have. You can see from the reactions and look into people’s eyes and see what certain lyrics meant to them.” What struck me the most from the time I spent with the singer-songwriter was just how grounded he was, seemingly bereft of any level of arrogance and still just that same local lad from Doncaster who began this journey ten years ago. His working-class Yorkshire heritage, he told me, is what has made him the man he is today: “You’ve got to be fucking humble where we’re from you know what I mean? Because otherwise you get called out like ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’”. The greatest takeaway from our conversation is that Louis Tomlinson is still that music enthusiast that entered the music industry in 2010 who, despite all the success and fame, has managed to stay grounded. With surreal highs came earth-shattering lows—all of which has shaped him in one way or another. Instant success is no longer what he seeks with it now being about the long game for him, this change in attitude is a sign of maturity for Tomlinson who no longer losing sleep about pleasing streaming algorithms. Having been sitting at the mountain top of the music industry for almost a decade, it seems it is only now he is really getting started with a long-term plan of where he wants his solo-career to go. With a strong sense of support around him, his future and creative vision is firmly in his own hands. With an abundance of experience behind him and has renewed enthusiasm, Louis Tomlinson is finally ready to find his own direction. Walls is available on 31st January via Sony Music, for tickets to his world tour – visit here for tickets.

#press #291119 #louis Tomlinson #far out magazine #stunt mention #dlibyh

[interludelove]

Jeon Jungkook

https://sinsforjeon.tumblr.com/post/187739690243/possesive-jjk-everyone-had

part two

genre: smut

https://9uk.tumblr.com/post/180946863744/let-me-stay-close-to-you-epilogue 

genre: angst, fluff, bully!jungkook

https://9uk.tumblr.com/post/179342312499/even-a-forest-fire-dies-out

genre: angst, smut, ex!jungkook

https://curly-bangtan.tumblr.com/post/187451767041/blizzard-m 

another part

genre: domestic au, fluff, crack, roommate au, smut, strangers to lovers

https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/188268923228/late-fee

genre: friends to lovers au, fuckboy!jungkook, smut, college au,  

https://polaritae.tumblr.com/post/180061206712/cabin-in-the-woods-m

genre: friends to lovers au, smut,

https://junqkook.tumblr.com/post/186248518068/rottenfolk-m-pairing-jungkookreader

genre: faeries au, royal au, smut

https://gukgalore.tumblr.com/post/184568355445/since-day-one

genre: smut, fluff, boxing au

https://roses-ruby.tumblr.com/post/615384935706017792/sinner

genre: cop AU, angst, thriller, mature

https://roses-ruby.tumblr.com/post/187518331269/bunny-cam

genre: stalker!au, angst, smut

https://fantasybangtan.tumblr.com/post/189763429007/wintervale-jjk

genre: smut, fantasy

https://kimnjss.tumblr.com/post/614990764610568192/desperate-housewife-jjk

genre: housewife au, smut,

https://kimnjss.tumblr.com/post/615062988760727552/banana-milk-jjk

genre: strangers to lovers, smut

https://bymoonchild.tumblr.com/post/176374198362/set-on-you-m

genre: fluff, smut, volleyball!au, college!au

https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/187079280393/skirt-chasers

genre: friends to lovers, college!au, smut, fluff

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/188655328121/bam-you-got-scammed-01-m

part two

genre: camboy/camgirl au, smut,

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/161024816326/instant-gratification-m

part two

part two and a half

part three

genre: fuckboy!jungkook, cheerleader!reader, smut, fluff

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/170460984376/magnolia-m

genre: pregnant!reader, smut,

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/149758706301/cognitive-dissonance-m

genre: smut

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/145753209380/factoverfancy - personal fav

genre: smut, fluff, dystopia au,

https://gukeobi.tumblr.com/post/614121197727318016/new-beginnings-m

genre: werewolf! au, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

https://jincherie.tumblr.com/post/611401946909278208/kiss-it-better-jjk

genre: college!au, cheerleader!jungkook, smut, slight crack

https://hobios.tumblr.com/post/190599558700/one-thing-right-09-final

genre: fake marriage au!, childhood friends to lovers au, enemies to lovers au, smut, fluff, slow burn

https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/188644723259/flesh-and-blood-m

part two

part three

genre: post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, smut

https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/611453071083618304/bitchin-pt-10-final

genre: angst, 1980s au, smut, enemies to lovers au

https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/179470552059/arachne-boy

genre: marvel au, friends to lovers, humor, crack

https://suga-kookiemonster.tumblr.com/post/185053634904/summary-whats-a-girl-to-do-when-her-sweet - personal fav

genre: smut, college au, fuckboy!au, humor

https://appreciatethefoolishness.tumblr.com/post/615290487891460096/bunny-trouble-06

genre: hybrid!au, smut, fluff, slight angst, humor

https://just-come-baek.tumblr.com/post/175788421905/man-on-baby

genre: college!au, fluff, smut

https://minflix.tumblr.com/post/183224423772/break-the-ice-masterlist

genre: hockey au, fluff, smut

https://minflix.tumblr.com/post/185021380737/nochu-unsolved-m - personal fav

genre: slight supernatural au, boyfriend!jungkook, smut

https://yourdelights.tumblr.com/post/190834788847/the-best-part-of-me-is-you-m

genre: camboy!au, fluff, smut, angst, friends to lovers

https://jeonscript.tumblr.com/post/189405366999/melomaniac-m

genre: punk!jungkook, band!au, friends to lovers au, smut

https://junqkook.tumblr.com/post/190319437792/the-young-wolf-m-pairing-jungkookreader

genre: game of thrones au, smut, angst

https://jungcock.tumblr.com/post/178174292224 - personal fav

genre: killer!au, smut, ex!jungkook, angst, thriller,

https://honiboyyoon.tumblr.com/post/187017823124

genre: smut

https://jeongi.tumblr.com/post/187247636795/caught-me-jjk-m

genre: roommate!au, slight enemies to lover au, smut, pwp

https://littlemisskookie.tumblr.com/post/190050988893/piss-off-your-parents

genre: batboy!jungkook, rich!reader, smut, fake dating!au, angst, fluff

https://bymoonchild.tumblr.com/post/181356289007/microwave-misadventures-m

genre: comedy, fluff, slight angst, smut, college!au, roommates!au, enemies to lover

https://btssmutgalore.tumblr.com/post/188569992367/angel-of-death

genre: supernatural au, smut. grim reaper!jungkook

https://softyoongiionly.tumblr.com/post/187034231584/talk-to-me-in-korean-limited-

smut edition 

genre: smut, fluff

https://yminie.tumblr.com/post/171965391086/vaunt-m-jeon-jungkook

genre: smut, smut, college au, fuckboy!au

https://httpjeon.tumblr.com/post/180262977501/floods-in-a-flame-jjk-m-summary

genre: dragon!jungkook, mermaid!reader,  fantasy!au, fluff, smut, angst

https://kinktae.tumblr.com/post/172263702969/just-friends-m

genre: smut

https://kookswife.tumblr.com/post/182176951175/mastur-bait-m-pairing-jungkook-x-reader-f - personal fav

genre: smut, fluff, humor, pwp

https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/182354894331/click-m

genre: smut

https://jeonggukingdom.tumblr.com/post/180663619924/the-sea-watcher-m

genre: pirate!au, witch!au, smut, fluff

https://seokoloqy.tumblr.com/post/179366850145/after-dark-jjk-m

genre: smut

https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/181282879483/milestone

genre: college!au, best friends brother!au, smut

https://kookswife.tumblr.com/post/182120419260/yellow-calf-1-m

part two

part three

genre: smut, spy!au

https://fortunexkookie.tumblr.com/post/185533468346/do-re-mi-fa-so-fucking-done-m-jjk

genre: smut, pwp

https://junqkook.tumblr.com/post/185599490452/this-isnt-love-darling-m

genre: mafia!au, smut

https://minstrivia.tumblr.com/post/176570996323/dva-m-pairings-jeon-jungkook-x-reader

genre: smut, angst, pwp.

https://foreverpark.tumblr.com/post/184355710149/strawberries-cigarettes

genre: smut, humor, tattoo artist!guk

https://angelguk.tumblr.com/post/184615016123/in-your-arms-tonight-jeongguk-scenario

genre: college!au, smut, 

https://lovelyuno.tumblr.com/post/185571532728/coming-clean-jeon-jungkook

genre: roommate!au, smut, fluff

https://floralseokjin.tumblr.com/post/155497913684/playing-with-fire-m

genre: college!au, smut

https://guksheart.tumblr.com/post/167609849543/magic-in-your-fingertips-jjk

genre: fluff, slight angst

https://gukyi.tumblr.com/post/185441509188/do-you-want-me-dead-jjk

genre: fluff

https://btssmutgalore.tumblr.com/post/162986812641/jasmine

genre: smut

https://nochugguk.tumblr.com/post/170467022767/sweet-tooth-m

genre: smut, humour, baby boy!jungkook, cafe!au

https://parkhabits.tumblr.com/post/171506410391/crescent-bound-m-jungkook

genre: werewolf!au, smut

https://johobi.tumblr.com/post/182291598898/moonsent

genre: werewolf!au, smut

https://jungxk.tumblr.com/post/172387761731/hotshot

genre: smut, hockey!au

https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/177838106476/over-the-edge-m

genre: smut

https://sweetheartjeongguk.tumblr.com/post/177121838499/its-a-stick-up-m

genre: crack, smut, fluff

https://gukyi.tumblr.com/post/170476735426/the-wedding-planners-jjk

genre: enemies to lovers!au, wedding!au, fluff, light smut, light angst

https://high-on-food.tumblr.com/post/174225261812/crush-on-you

genre: slight angst, smut, fluff, best friends to lovers au

https://army-author.tumblr.com/post/170287681918/jungkook-scenario-fire-and-ice

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au, fantasy au

https://minstrivia.tumblr.com/post/185097113238/way-down-in-bed-stuy-m-an-this-is-my-fic

genre: smut, slight angst 

https://kittae.tumblr.com/post/184767921222/cardboard-castle-m

genre: smut, fluff, domestic, hybrid!au

https://httpjeon.tumblr.com/post/184356946700/drinkin-together-jjk-m-summary

genre: smut, fluff 

https://kooksea.tumblr.com/post/183459977024/sound-m

genre: college!au, frat boy!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook, smut

https://ddaeng-181338.tumblr.com/post/182614818136/can-i-sleep-in-your-bed-jk-version-jungkook-x

genre: smut fluff

https://dovechim.tumblr.com/post/169512623366/edge-m

genre: smut

https://guksthighs.tumblr.com/post/180185387637/beautyandthebeast

genre: smut, fairytale!au, fluff, angst

https://bluekyun.tumblr.com/post/182733197172/roomie-code

genre: roommate!au, smut, fluff, humot

https://lesgetittkookie.tumblr.com/post/176395646810/i-missed-you-m

genre: smut, fluff, college!au, athlete!jungkook

https://littlemisskookie.tumblr.com/post/182697215738/learning-the-hard-way

genre: smut

https://chiminiemoans.tumblr.com/post/182860489392/employee-perks-one

genre: angst, smut, fluff

https://glossgf.tumblr.com/post/176494547056/sealed-with-a-kiss-m

genre: 1950s au, highschool au, fluff, smut

https://lesgetittkookie.tumblr.com/post/182145864760/growing-jeon-jeongukk

genre: dad!au, fluff

https://httpjeon.tumblr.com/post/182726359338/gamin-together-jjk-m

genre: smut, fluff, gamer!jungkook

https://mercurygguk.tumblr.com/post/174543676266/the-special-nine-jjk

genre: pregnancy!au, fluff, angst, smut

https://koosgrl.tumblr.com/post/170757222847/of-memes-and-mood-swings-jungkook

genre: photographer!jungkook, fluff, slight smut, slight angst

https://mint-yooxgi.tumblr.com/post/179616552647/haunted-yandereghostjungkook-x-reader

genre: ghost!jungkook, horror, angst, smut

https://baeseoul.tumblr.com/post/174746352793/conveniently

genre: roommate au, best friends to lovers

https://jinjikook.tumblr.com/post/164477410097/laundry-day-m

genre: domestic!au, smut 

https://bang-tan-bitches.tumblr.com/post/172462517848/title-mine-word-count-3k-rating-m-genre

genre: smut, stalker!au

jungxj’s “just one”

part two 

part three 

part four

part five 

part six

part seven 

 genre: humor, college!au

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs #bts #bts fic recs

[crapitskizaru]

Masterlist ☾ Headcanons

Eustass Kid

[ FILTH ] (Genderneutral!Chunky!Lover)

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[ FILTH ] (Genderbent Kiddo) (Part II - on period)

[ FILTH ] (Praise the Fluffball)

[ FILTH ] (With tsundere! male partner)

[ FILTH ] (“My face is your throne, why don’t you sit down?”)

[ FILTH ] His chunky princess (Plus size fem!lover)

[ FILTH ] (General, dirty headcanons)

[ FILTH ] (Even more filth)

[ FILTH ] (How he masturbates)

[ FILTH ] (Dick HC)

[ FILTH ] (dom!partner)

[ FILTH ] (Partner who starts to cry during orgasm)

[ FILTH ] (Finding out his partner’s a virgin)

[ FILTH ] (Partner wearing sexy christmas outfit in bed)

[ FILTH ] (Reaction to their partner wanting to make a sex tape)

[ANGST] (When he’s sad/his partner’s sad)

[ANGST] (Lover framed and killed by the Navy)

[ANGST] (Lover being a drug addict)

[Headcanons] (Tumblr Account Template)

[Headcanons] (Reaction to lover being sick)

[Headcanons] (Kitten rush)

[Headcanons] (Sniff me, Daddy)

[Headcanons] (How he smells)

[Headcanons] (How to make him blush)

[Headcanons] (Famous movie quotes)

[Headcanons] (Tinder Profile Template)

[Headcanons] (Indulging in marijuana)

[Headcanons] (Crush being a groupie)

[Headcanons] (Ideal partner)

[Headcanons] (How he acts when his partner has hemophilia)

[Headcanons] Slay the Villain (Video Game Edition)

[Headcanons] (Going trick-or-treating)

[Headcanons] (Kissing HC)

[Headcanons] (injured martial artist partner)

[Headcanons] (Halloween HC)

[Headcanons] (Spoopy HC)

[Headcanons] (Partner who clings into him in their sleep)

[Headcanons] (What a Spooning Machine he is)

[Headcanons] (Partner going to have breast reduction surgery)

[Headcanons] (Partner with whom both Law and Kid would fall in love)

[Headcanons] (Confessing love)

[Headcanons] (Calming his partner down from a post-surgery panic attack)

[Headcanons] (Partner comes out of their room in just an oversized tshirt)

[Headcanons] (Reaction to the Tiddy Bear Infomercial)

[Headcanons] (When someone asks him out)

[Headcanons] (Walking in on his partner’s private dance party)

[Headcanons] (Dorky side of Kiddo!)

[Headcanons] (Before and after “he was revealed to be a dumbass”)

[Headcanons] (Partner accidentally hitting his privates i love this)

[Headcanons] (Sharing birthday with his partner)

[Headcanons] (When his partner is scared of pregnancy/children)

[Headcanons] (With a rebellious daughter)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[Headcanons] (He Protecc)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s not that intelligent compared to others)

[Headcanons] (Essay on why he’s the best captain out there)

[Headcanons] (Partner who has chubby cheeks) 

[GIF SET] (Fluffy cuddling)

[PIC SET] (Kid as Sinbad: the Legend of the Seven Seas kidbad) (Part II)

Trafalgar Law

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[ FILTH ] (How he masturbates)

[ FILTH ] (Watching his partner masturbate)

[ FILTH ] (Partner who starts to cry during orgasm)

[ FILTH ] (Reaction to their partner wanting to make a sex tape)

[ANGST] (Lover being a drug addict)

[ANGST] (Lover framed and killed by the Navy)

[Headcanons] (Having a crush who reminds him of Rosinante)

[Headcanons] (Tinder Profile Template)

[Headcanons] (How he behaves during Halloween’s trick-or-treat)

[Headcanons] (Going trick-or-treating)

[Headcanons] (Spoopy HC)

[Headcanons] (Tumblr Account Template)

[Headcanons] (Kitten Rush)

[Headcanons] LawLu pairing: (5 methods of Luffy-seducing)

[Headcanons] (Famous movie quotes)

[Headcanons] (Crush being a groupie)

[Headcanons] (Cheering up his partner)

[Headcanons] (How he acts when his partner has hemophilia)

[Headcanons] (How he acts with an asthmatic s/o)

[Headcanons] (Claustrophobic partner)

[Headcanons] (injured martial artist partner)

[Headcanons] (Halloween HC)

[Headcanons] (What a Spooning Machine he is)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s going through therapy to walk again)

[Headcanons] (Partner with whom both Law and Kid would fall in love)

[Headcanons] (Confessing love)

[Headcanons] (Calming his partner down from a post-surgery panic attack)

[Headcanons] (Lover jumps out of a surprise box ha)

[Headcanons] (Partner has to move out of the country)

[Headcanons] (Partner comes out of their room in just an oversized tshirt)

[Headcanons] (Reaction to the Tiddy Bear Infomercial)

[Headcanons] (How we acts during and after pregnancy of his lover)

[Headcanons] (With an oblivious partner)

[Headcanons] (Partner accidentally hitting his privates)

[Headcanons] (Being a parental figure)

[Headcanons] (With a rebellious daughter)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[Headcanons] (He Protecc as well)

[Headcanons] (Partner who has chubby cheeks)

[ Lemon | GIF SET] (This post is also gone, fuck this site :)

[GIF SET] (Fluffy cuddling)

Sanji

[ FILTH ] (General Relationship HC)

[ FILTH ] (Dick HC XD)

[ FILTH ] (General relationship HC with a curvy girlfriend)

[ FILTH ] (How he masturbates)

[ FILTH ] (“My face is your throne, why don’t you sit down?”)

[ FILTH ] (on his honeymoon)

[Headcanons] (Kissing HC)

[Headcanons] (His ideal partner)

[Headcanons] (How he smells)

[Headcanons] (How he acts during the pregnancy of his partner)

[Headcanons] (s/o having a part of their stomach)

[Headcanons] (S/o with social anxiety)

[Headcanons] (His partner’s surprises him with wearing only a ribbon in bed lol)

[Headcanons] (Partner has to move out of the country)

[Headcanons] (With an asexual partner)

[Headcanons] (With an oblivious partner)

[Headcanons] (Relationship with a demisexual partner)

[Headcanons] (When his partner can’t handle cigar smoke)

[Headcanons] (Homesick!Partner)

[Headcanons] (He Protecc as well)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s not that intelligent compared to others)

Mochi Mochi

[ FILTH ] (Performing oral on his partner)

[Scenario] (Wife explaining she wants to get remarried)

[ FILTH ] (General HC with virgin partner)

[ FILTH ] (Dick HC XD)

[ FILTH ] (Honeymoon HC)

[ FILTH ] (Watching his partner masturbate)

[ FILTH ] (How he masturbates)

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[ FILTH ] (Wet/dirty dreams HC)

[ FILTH ] (Girlfriend with impregnation kink)

[ FILTH ] (Shy!Partner being a turn-on)

[ FILTH ] (Dom!Mochi)

[ FILTH ] (Partner who starts to cry during orgasm)

[Headcanons] (KataLu Pairing: Seducing Luffy)

[Headcanons] (Modern AU!)

[Headcanons] (How he acts during the pregnancy of his partner)

[Headcanons] (Lover goes on a hunger strike until they can eat with him)

[Headcanons] (Sweet Commanders with a depressed partner)

[Headcanons] (Calming his partner down from a post-surgery panic attack)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[Headcanons] (Under the mistletoe)

[Headcanons] (with a partner who’s afraid he’ll hurt them)

X Drake the Dino

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[ FILTH ] (Honeymoon HC)

[ FILTH ] (Having sex for the first time)

[ FILTH ] (Taking his partner’s virginity)

[ FILTH ] (Dick HC)

[ FILTH ] (dom!partner)

[ FILTH ] (How he masturbates thinking of his lover)

[ FILTH ] (Drake X Hawkins)

[ FILTH ] (Reaction to their partner wanting to make a sex tape)

[Headcanons] (Reaction to being cheated on by his partner)

[Headcanons] (Sniff me, Daddy)

[Headcanons] Modern AU!Trash (part I), (part II)

[Headcanons] (How he behaves during Halloween’s trick-or-treat)

[Headcanons] (Going trick-or-treating)

[Headcanons] Slay the Villain: (Video Game Edition)

[Headcanons] (Seeing his partner wearing his clothes)

[Headcanons] (Kissing HC)

[Headcanons] (What a Spooning Machine he is)

[Headcanons] (Partner accidentally hitting his privates)

[Headcanons] (How my lil dino sings)

[Headcanons] (Being a dad)

[Headcanons] (His partner’s habits that fluster him)

Monkey D. Fluffy

[Headcanons] LawLu Pairing: (Getting seduced by Law)

[Headcanons] (Tumblr Account Template)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[ANGST] (Lover being a drug addict)

Jewelry Bonney

[ FILTH ] (Having sex for the first time)

[Headcanons] (How she behaves during Halloween’s trick-or-treat)

[Headcanons] (Going trick-or-treating)

Saboo

[ FILTH ] (Having sex for the first time) 

[ FILTH ] (Taking his partner’s virginity)

[ FILTH ] (Wet/dirty dreams HC)

[ FILTH ] (Dirty talking HC)

[ FILTH ] (dom!partner)

[ FILTH ] (on his honeymoon)

[Headcanons] (Halloween HC)

[Headcanons] (How he helps his partner during their period)

[Headcanons] (How he acts during the pregnancy of his partner)

[Headcanons] (Partner has to move out of the country)

[Headcanons] (Tinder Profile Template)

Killer-kun

[ FILTH ] (Dick HC)

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[Headcanons] (How he behaves during Halloween’s trick-or-treat)

[Headcanons] (Going trick-or-treating)

[Headcanons] (Tinder Account Template)

[Headcanons] (Partner who clings into him in their sleep)

[Headcanons] (Partner going to have breast reduction surgery)

Roronoa Zoro

[ FILTH ] (Dirty Talking)

[ FILTH ] (Partner who starts to cry during orgasm)

[Headcanons] (Cheering up his partner)

[Headcanons] (injured martial artist partner)

[Headcanons] (Confessing love)

[Headcanons] (With an oblivious partner)

[Headcanons] (Shy partner who knows how to protect themselves)

[Halloween Headcanons] (Trick or treating with his girlfriend)

Doffy

[Headcanons] (Tinder Profile Template)

[Headcanons] (Tumblr Account Template)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[Headcanons] (Shy partner who knows how to protect themselves)

[Headcanons] (He Protecc)

[Headcanons] (With a younger partner, ~19yo)

[Headcanons] (Partner who has chubby cheeks)

[ FILTH ] (Watching his partner masturbate)

[ FILTH ] (Sugar Daddy HC)

[ FILTH ] (“My face is your throne, why don’t you sit down?”)

[ANGST] (Lover framed and killed by the Navy)

Portgas D. Ace

[ FILTH ] (“My face is your throne, why don’t you sit down?”)

[ FILTH ] (Taking his partner’s virginity)

[ FILTH ] (Wet/dirty dreams HC)

[ FILTH ] (dom!partner) 

[Headcanons] (Tinder Profile Template)

[Headcanons] (How he acts when his partner has hemophilia)

[Headcanons] (s/o having a part of their stomach)

[Headcanons] (Halloween HC)

[Headcanons] (How he acts during the pregnancy of his partner)

[Headcanons] (Confessing love)

[Headcanons] (With an asexual partner)

[Headcanons] (Partner comes out of their room in just an oversized tshirt)

[Headcanons] (When his partner is scared of pregnancy/children)

[Headcanons] (Partner who’s a huge fan of them)

[Headcanons] (Shy partner who knows how to protect themselves)

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