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daycourtofficial · 3 months

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Come to Bed

Summary: based on this request - a text from Azriel was meant to go to you, but went to his entire family instead.

Author’s note: I loved this idea this was so fun and definitely very on brand for the inner circle tbh

Az: Come to bed :(

It was a short message. Azriel had been sick for two days now, and since meeting you, he can’t remember how he’d just go on during his sick days.

He used to go to work just fine while sick. He’d wear a mask and keep his distance, but he’d be able to go no problem.

But ever since you came into his life, now he was too spoiled when he was sick to go anywhere or do anything. You had insisted that your cuddles would heal him, along with the various soups you made him eat every day.

Honestly? It was a little awesome. If it weren’t for how shitty he felt, that is. You rubbed his back until he fell asleep, whenever he got up to shower you washed his sheets, and you brought him medicine every few hours. He didn’t have to lift a finger, and he was soaking in every moment of your attention.

But now you were downstairs, talking with Elain about something or another. You had told him what for before you left, but his feverish haze had made him forget. He woke up alone, having dozed off in your absence, and all he wanted was you to come back. He had just texted you to come back to bed when his door creak opens.

Azriel pops his head out of the nest he made to find Cassian crawling up his bed on top of the covers, wrapping his arms around Azriel, and spooning him over the covers.

Azriel coughs, “what are you doing here?”

“You asked for me to come to bed.”

Azriel’s head hurts trying to figure out what he means when his door opens once more to Rhysand strolling through the room, lying on Az’s other side.

“Ah, come on Azzy. It’s just like when we were younger,” Cassian tells him, his body heat helping with the chills taking over Azriel’s body.

Azriel sniffles, “we were like eight years old.”

“Well, Cassian hasn’t matured much since then,” Rhysand chimes in, staying on the bed but not too close to Az. He’ll provide some level of comfort with his presence, but he’ll be damned if he lets his brother get him sick.

“Why are you two here?” Azriel croaks, every word hurting his poor throat.

Rhys opens his phone to show him the family groupchat they had, the last message coming from Azriel saying, “Come to bed :(“

Azriel groans reading it, “I’m sure you could guess I sent it to the wrong person.”

Cassian chuckles, causing vibrations through Azriel’s back. He’s too weak to fight Cassian off of him, and the weight of him actually feels nice. Maybe Cassian would make a great weighted blanket after all.

“I never second guess any texts I receive. I assumed you missed me, it has been days since you’ve seen my glorious face.”

Cassian and Azriel continue bickering while Rhysand watches in amusement.

Mor comes in shortly after, bringing a warm cup of tea for both herself and Azriel, handing one mug to him while lounging across the foot of the bed. The tea soothes his throat, and he hates to admit it, but he does appreciate the presence of his family. He had been quarantined for days, trying to keep to his room as much as possible. He had grown quite accustomed to his big, invasive family. Your company was more than enough, but he did miss Cassian’s daily debriefs of his day.

Feyre comes in, taking residence next to Mor, as Cassian tells them all ridiculous versions of how he managed to destroy that building in the Summer Court. Each tale more ridiculous than the last, with Feyre even adding her own absurd version of events.

“I heard that a dragon flew in and Cassian fought it off with his bare hands and the only damage was that one building!”

Their laughter rings in Az’s ears as he closes his eyes, dozing, but not truly asleep.

You were shocked walking back to Az’s bedroom to find both of his brothers, Feyre, and Mor all lounging in bed with him. Azriel perks up at your figure in the doorway, somehow knowing you were there despite his resting state. His voice crackles from his sore throat, “save me?”

You walk in, squeezing yourself between Rhys and Azriel, and your boyfriend melts in your arms, falling asleep quickly as his family still chatters around you.

The next time Azriel wakes up, it’s dark outside, but he’s still cuddled to your chest.

“Hi sweetheart,” you tell him, setting your book down. He practically purrs at you running your hand through his hair.

“Sleep well?”

He presses his face back into your chest. “I would have slept better if they weren’t all annoying.”

You laugh, leaning over to kiss the crown of his head.

“Poor baby with a loving family,” you coo, and he huffs.

“They’re not loving, they’re annoying busybodies. Except Feyre. She hasn’t gotten that bad yet.”

You smile, untangling his hair with your fingers.

“They might be annoying busybodies, but they love you and you love them.”

He squeezes you a little tighter. “I’m sick. I only have so much love to give and it’s all going towards you.”

You laugh, your hand moving down to stroke his back. He relaxes in your embrace, your fingers soothing his clammy skin.

“Okay, you can wait until you’re feeling better to love them again.”

“Deal,” he tells you, eyes growing heavy once more. “Just - don’t tell Cassian. He’ll get upset.”

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

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jgracie · 25 days

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THE CHEMICAL, PHYSICAL KRYPTONITE! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ what spending prom with them would look like

masterlist | rules

in which you go to prom with the love of your life

pairings percy jackson & jason grace x reader

warnings none!

on the radio . . . shut up and dance (walk the moon)

an please dont ask what possessed me to write this i just had a vision i desperately needed to execute... also i despise these so sorry in advance LMAO lmk if u want a p2 w everyone else tho sorry its only 2 chars i could not write any more atm

i. PERCY JACKSON

Going to prom with the Percy Jackson is definitely every girl’s dream, which is why you thought you had absolutely no chance

Why would he choose you, his best friend who he’s seen through all the awkward phases of elementary and middle school, when he had a plethora of cuter potential dates?

Wherever you went, people would stop you and ask if you knew anything about who Percy was going to ask, which you didn’t. Every question of theirs dampened your mood as they all reminded you Percy was going to have a date and it wasn’t going to be you

At least, that’s what you thought. Little did you know, you’re the only person Percy could ever have eyes for. You were there back when everyone was bullying him and calling him names, and from the moment you’d shown up to fend for him against the mean people in class, the boy was a goner

Your bravery and courage was something he’d admire for the rest of eternity, as well as your kind heart and your dazzling smile and your gorgeous eyes and, well, you get the gist

Over the years, Percy grew in popularity, but he never forgot about you. You were on his side when no one else was, and he’s had a massive crush on you for ages, so how could he?

One day, you’d gotten into the passenger seat of his car as you usually do after school. Ever since he found out you’d been walking to and from school every day, he insisted on picking you up, so the passenger seat became more ‘your seat’

Flipping down the sun visor to check how you looked in the little mirror as you usually do, you found a note taped to it, clearly written in Percy’s handwriting

“Check the trunk for me? - P”

So, you got out to check the trunk and found a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favourite chocolates, as well as a lovely letter asking you out to prom. Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with the man himself and quickly ran into his arms, a clear indication you would accompany him to prom

Being Percy’s date meant obviously showing up in sea themed outfits. You went back and forth on how you could best represent the ocean before settling on something reminiscent of The Little Mermaid, with you as the beautiful gorgeous stunning show stopping mermaid and Percy as the mediocre prince (his words, not mine)

Honestly, it was all so fun and the two of you were easily the best dressed as prom!!

You actually made quite a bit of your pieces yourselves and had movie marathons while doing so!! All of the movies were sea themed of course and Percy complained about all the inaccuracies in them but you love listening to him so it turned out fine :)

While Percy was in the bathroom during one of your visits to his house, Sally had given you the tiara she wore on her own prom day, insisting you wear it because she knew you were the one for Percy from the moment he uttered your name to her

You were a little hesitant of course, since the tiara probably held a lot of sentimental value to her and you’d hate for something to happen to it, but she insisted and so you wore it on the day

Since Percy hadn’t been there for this interaction between you and his mother, he was shocked to see it sitting prettily in between your perfectly styled locks of hair, and he actually teared up a little because he knew how much that tiara meant to his mother

The best part about prom with Percy is definitely the fact that he kept it casual. Not once did you feel intimidated or nervous about your every move, it just felt like any other afternoon spent in his bedroom

When you’d confessed that you actually didn’t know how to dance, Percy said he was relieved because he didn’t either, and you spent the night making your own silly dances to all the songs instead

(Unbeknownst to you, he’d actually spent months learning how to ballroom dance from Sally and Paul as he desperately wanted to impress you, but it’s okay, seeing you light up while you made up the moves as you went along was definitely worth it)

ii. JASON GRACE

Jason had actually asked you out to prom the day before the event was supposed to happen

To you, this was pretty out of character for him, since he was the type to need plans made three months in advance. However, his late promposal was actually a result of his character

You see, he’d spent so long planning how he’d ask you out that he’d completely forgotten he actually had to do it at some point

Every day, he’d come up with a new way to ask you to prom, some really cute and some awfully outlandish, all of which Piper and Leo would tell him you’d love, but none of them felt right

Which, naturally, had him running right back to the drawing board. This needed to be perfect, since it was you he was asking after all

Meanwhile, you were close to settling for one of the many guys who’d been asking to take you to prom. Every day, you hoped you’d go to school to find Jason waiting to ask if you’d go to prom with him, and every day you’d go home disappointed

Your friends had told you about how many of their boyfriends’ guy friends were really interested in you, but you just couldn’t go to prom with some random guy you didn’t care about

Luckily, you and Piper McClean were acquaintances. You didn’t really hang out much, but the two of you were the only girls in a class you took and so you obviously bonded during that

The day before prom, Piper had asked you if you were excited. You had huffed and ranted about how the guy of your dreams, Jason Grace, didn’t ask you out so you were probably going to go with some guy your friend recommended

Piper would’ve left class right then and there and ran to tell Jason if her grade didn’t depend on it. The class was first period though so it gave Jason the rest of the day to ask you out after Piper had told him her newfound information

So, Jason asked you to go to prom with him in the way he knew best: simply asking. You were over the moon and had to stop yourself from jumping around and screaming in the hallway, opting for a “sure, Jason, I’d love to!” instead

Since he asked you out last minute, the two of you hadn’t gotten to plan your outfits together. Luckily for you, Jason had a very extensive tie collection, so he could easily match his to the colour of your dress

Speaking of your dress, Jason had no idea what it looked like. When he saw you arrive at your living room, a shy smile on your face, Jason’s jaw quite literally dropped

(Imagine the Hermione Yule Ball scene)

Your parents teased the two of you RELENTLESSLY for this before you left. Although they’d just met Jason, they knew he was absolutely perfect for you based on that reaction alone

They took so many pictures before you left that they might as well have been taking one for every single member of the family

Gentleman Jason Grace obviously made sure to open the car door for you and treated you with utmost grace (haha so funny) the entire time! His hand never left yours and he showered you with compliments the entire time

When I say the two of you were the most iconic duo at prom, I mean it. Everyone’s heads would turn when they saw you and you won prom king and queen by a landslide!

Even long after you graduated, people would talk about the two of you at prom and how stunning you looked. Literally king and queen of the school

You did have to lead the way during prom since Jason was very underprepared. He was so busy figuring out how to ask you to prom that the fact that it was a social event with things to do completely slipped his mind

(He’d mention this during your wedding vows years later, telling you and everyone who was there how it served as a reminder for him to never overthink anything he wanted to ask you, which was why it didn’t take him very long to ask if you’d marry him)

Although the prom was fun, the two of you ended up ditching a few hours in and going on an impromptu date, making it official whilst sharing an ice cream sundae

Bonus! Thanks to lovely anon we have an idea of what the prom transition tiktok would look like <3 this is for JJ and Smartiepants ofc…

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x fem reader #jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x fem reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson headcanons #jason grace headcanons #pjo headcanons #cynwrites

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lxverrings · 2 months

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Hola!

It's been a while I know 💀

I just have something in my head and can't get my head out of it. Just hear me out- 😭

Spider!Reader being Miles', Gwen's and Mayday's work-mom (basically their mom at work). Reader just loves kids (haha can't relate 💀) and is a natural mother.

Miguel realizes that he wants needs to put a baby in Reader asap. (Breeding kink basically)

- Solecito (aka. Spanish anon 🇪🇸)

Me coming right back to life from how GOOD this ask is... Holy shit you put me in a mood 🥲

Motherly Instinct.

A Miguel O’hara drabble ; MDNI, NSFW under the cut!

Summary: What Solecito said, except I took the creative liberty to ensure reader speaks Spanish and also Mayday kind of has MJ (/other variations of her) so I’m going to add Pav and Hobie!!! Also reader isn’t necessarily a spider-person but def in the medical part of the spider society, so you go ahead with your little imagination <3

R/N: this put me in such a mood I need to find more fics like this smh and extra note, I feel you Solecito, I HATE TODDLERS!!!! babies are fine, so are teens, but TODDLERS??? TODDLERS???? my patience is thin... But I personally would like kids and especially with Miguel O’hara...

Warnings: NSFW under cut!!!! Obviously breeding kink warnings, mating press ig, Miguel physically cannot get his hands off reader...

——

You’ve been in the society for quite a while now. From Miguel’s start to the shablam with Miles and the final acceptance of the boy into the society, even if Miguel was a bit sour about it...

Either way, it’s been long enough so that Miguel put a ring on that finger...

For the time being, your husband hasn’t had time to discuss babies, which is something that you’ve been thinking about, and subtly (not) been bringing up. He promises that someday in the future.

Well, someday is still too far away.

You’ve been at least calming your raging baby fever by talking with the younger spiders and doing your best to take care of their occasional reckless behavior...

“Hey! Heyyy!!! I told you I was fine!” Gwen puffed as she was bandaged up from the shards of glass due to her impromptu landing, Hobie just chuckled— probably his idea...— more than anything to land that way.

“Oi, “ma’...” do me a favo’ ’n check on my ’vitr, thanks, luv.” he mused, he seemed unfazed, despite the wraps tied around his wrists and arms.

“Will do, Hobie...” you smiled warmly, nodding at the younger spider, while Miles nervously fidgeted. “Miles...” you began before you gently patted his arm, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” you smiled reassuringly, trying to soothe his nerves— seeing Gwen and Pavitr get hurt like that, definitely must have altered the nerves in the young man.

“I know... I just... I guess I’m nervous. I would talk it out with mí mamí, but I guess I just... Well. It’s nice talking to you, not lie a replacement, but... Like a supplement? Wait... No that sounds wrong...” he mumbled— which got him out of that loop.

“You sound like a gym bro...” Pavitr finally giggled. Hobie let out a small sigh of relief and chuckled.

“Swolemates, huh?” Hobie chuckled, you rolled your eyes and smiled at them, the little group of preteens filled the room with easy chatter.

You smiled and nodded at them, unaware of Miguel’s gaze from the sight of the cameras that filled the screens of his monitoring.

Honestly, Miguel wasn’t paying much attention, until Lyla’s alarming noises went off.

“What the shock, Lyla?!”

The snarky hologram just smirked, “Oh nothing.”

“I just wanted to show you this!” she chirped with a smile.

He just rolled his eyes for a while— until the screen lit up with your face and the chit-chats with the younger spiders.

Mom? Ma?

Fuck.

He was so down bad.

Embarrassing, really, wasn’t it?

Either way, Miguel just stood and grumbled.

“Lyla. Shock. Call her in.”

“C’monn...”

“Shut the shock up and call her in!”

“C’mon! C’mon!”

“Please, can you just shocking—”

“Yeah, I already called her.” Lyla smirked as Miguel grumbled and swatted her off.

“Boss got you on track, huh ma?” Hobie smirked as you smiled nervously and swatted him off.

“I bet it’s not important...” you mused before Lyla interrupted.

“It’s very important!!!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure everything is okay? Maybe it’s important— but in a good way?” Gwen offered with a small smile and tilted her head quietly.

“Don’t be that way,” Miles muttered, but he shuddered, perhaps he was getting the PTSD that Miguel put him through.

“You are all such pessimists! The passion is palpable, how can you concentrate when our big bad boss is in loooove?” Pavitr quickly shot back in absolute delight.

You shooed them off with a smile before retreating to Miguel’s... Lair. If you could call it that. Office? Same thing.

You walked off quickly, and entered his office. If you could call it that.

Miguel watched you sternly and crossed his arms as he stalked over your smaller form

“Hola, Miguelito!”

“Ay. You’re finally here.” he grumbled, putting his large hand on the top of your head, pushing back stray locks of hair to kiss your forehead.

You smiled warmly, unaware of the daunting gaze he held on you.

“I have to ask something of you.” he mumbled as he lightly peppered your face in kisses, “És muy importante...”*

“Lo que tú quieras...”*

He stared down for a moment.

“Quiero un bebé.”*

Oh.

You stared up at him nervously, your face flushed as your hands twittered together, and you gazed nervously up at him, “Oh?”

“Shock.” he hissed and held your chin as his kisses became more passionate, “Wanna get you pregnant, I want to give you a little baby. A little baby that looks like you, shock. You would make such a good mommy. Cuidando chamacos qué ni son tuyos... Y lo hacés tan bién...”*

Your breath hitched but you smiled up at him, “Me gustaría tener un bebé contigo...”*

The bed screeched underneath the brutal pace Miguel was going at, how many hours had it been?

Fuck.

Your clammy hands pulling at the sheets and the hiccups and tears that left your eyes as he pounded over and over again.

His tip prodding at your abused cervix, the harsh little veins scratching at your sweetest spots, and the scruffiness of his happy trail scratching at your little pearl of nerves.

God knows how many orgasms you had, your ankles over his shoulders as he bent you in half had your squelching cunt shaking and twitching as tears left your eyes at rapid paces.

“Dios. Ay! Miguel, por favor—Sisisi— ay! Ahí! Ahí!”* you begged in tears, both of you reduced to mingled Spanish as he gruffed and grunted.

“Te voy a llenar otraves, así te gusta. Sí. Tómalo todo. No dejes qué sé salga nada. Te voy a llenar de bebés. Te voy a dejar redonda y hinchada, hasta qué quedes bién embarazada y tengas mí bebé. Hasta qué grites de tan sensible y débil qué estés...”* he hissed back and kissed you with a stronger passion.

He was relentless with his pace as his fingers worked your nipples and he mused something about getting to drink from your swollen boobs, and getting to dress you in maternity clothes— how he couldn’t wait to watch it work wonders on your body. And how well he would take care of you with his baby. How his spoiled little wife would get nothing but the best, and have her with the most beautiful baby imaginable.

No mercy was bestowed on your poor body and less so that night. Your poor cunt was seeping his essence, and every time that a single drop leaked, he gave you another round until you passed out, only to fall asleep to his gentle praises and his gentle caresses.

Because he wouldn’t have it any other way; you would make the perfect mommy, and god was he lucky, that ring on your finger was absolutely perfect...

But what would make this more perfect? A little baby in your arms.

Surely, as soon as the baby was here, it wouldn’t be very long until he wanted another.

♡

Translations:

It’s very important...

Whatever you want.

I want a baby.

Taking care of rascals that aren’t even yours... And you do it so well...

I would like to have a baby with you...

There, there!

I’m going to fill you up again. That’s how you like it. Yes. Take it all. Don’t let anything spill out. I’m going to fill you with babies. I’m going to leave you round and swollen. Until you’re pregnant and you have my baby. Until you scream from how sensitive and weak you are...

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #dom miguel o’hara #dom!miguel o’hara

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icyminghao · 1 year

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If you're taking requests can you maybe do jealousy with boynextdoor?? I love your blog I haven't seen anyone write about them yet! <3

boynextdoor when they’re jealous

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcannon

note for anon: thank you so much!! hope you like it :)

JAEHYUN

as soon as he spots someone else getting too close to you, he turns into a clingy and whiny puppy

he’s not one to control who you interact with, but this particular person has been talking to you for the past hour, and he just wants your attention

he’s immediately going to your side and getting all up in your space, backhugging you and kissing your temple to show the person in front of you that you’re taken

acts dumb once the person takes the hint and leaves the two of you alone

holds your hand and never lets go for the remainder of the night (needs cuddles when you get home too)

“Well, yeah, I find it quite fun— oh!” your conversation with the random guy (Jongseong was his name, but you couldn’t be bothered to remember) in front of you at the party is interrupted when you feel a pair of familiar arms snake around your waist, Jaehyun’s chin coming to rest on your shoulder so naturally.

Jongseong looks a little taken aback, eyes flitting between Jaehyun’s arms around your waist and you. “Your boyfriend?”

You nod, pursing your lips together, and Jongseong makes up some flimsy excuse and leaves, unable to handle Jaehyun’s wary eyes on him. Jaehyun remains in his position long after Jongseong leaves.

“Who was that?” he whines, snuggling into your neck.

You smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “I don’t know, baby. I suppose he was just being friendly. Were you jealous?”

“What? No! Why would I be?” Jaehyun scoffs unconvincingly, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Sure, baby. Let’s go home, hm?”

SUNGHO

so sulky!!

he’s immediately whining and pouting and sulking in the corner the moment he spots you talking to some other guy

is honestly shocked at how this guy doesn’t know you’re taken with the way sungho literally wouldn’t leave your side the moment the two of you stepped into the party (that is, until he left to go to the bathroom)

saunters up to you and stares the guy down until he leaves, and then he’s immediately turning to you and whining about what just happened

needs reassurance from you that it was nothing, or he’ll be overthinking this interaction for a while

he just loves you too much and is so scared of losing you :(

“Quit staring, man. If looks could kill, that guy would have died ten times over with how you’re looking at him like that,” Jaehyun laughs, patting Sungho’s back.

Sungho had been glaring at this one guy who had struck up a conversation with you while he left for the bathroom. That sneaky little shit, Sungho thought, his gaze hardening by the second.

As if on cue, you look around and meet his gaze from across the room before he can spiral into an overthinking session, and you beam brightly at him.

The next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him, seemingly having said something he was too lost in thought to pay attention to.

“Sorry, could you repeat that, sweetheart? I zoned out,” Sungho snakes an arm around your waist, squeezing the clothed skin with his hand.

You giggle, booping his nose, unaware of just how much he loved it whenever you did that. “I said, do you want to get out of here?”

“With you? Always.”

RIWOO

he strikes me as a silent overthinker :(

he isn’t the type to be confrontational about it with you, so he probably tends to bottle up his feelings and mope about it by himself

will probably try to act like everything is fine when it isn’t

he’s upset, yes, but he wouldn’t bring it up until you do (please do)

needs lots of reassurance that he won’t get left behind, please protect him T-T

“Hyeok, baby? Are you okay?” you nudge Riwoo from where the both of you are resting on the couch after coming home from a high school reunion dinner.

Riwoo doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought, and jolts when you snap your fingers in front of him. “Y-yeah? Did you say something?”

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? You know you can tell me anything, that’s what we promised each other,” you rub his arm affectionately, reaching out your free hand to cup his cheek.

Riwoo sighs. “It’s stupid… but Sunoo was so obviously flirting with you the entire time we were there, and I couldn’t help but recall how he had such a big crush on you in high school, and-”

You cut him off with a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling softly at him when you pull away.

“Hyeok-ie, it’s you I want to be with. Not him, okay? And your feelings are never stupid, baby. Never.”

The huge smile Riwoo beams at you in response is one that you keep in your memories for a long, long time.

TAESAN

good luck to whoever was trying to pick you up at the party you both were at, because taesan is pissed

at this point the whole world knows the two of you are dating with how he practically makes you wear his jacket all the time

he’s dumbfounded at how the guy who’s blatantly flirting with you couldn’t tell

i mean, his hand is literally on your waist. that’s evidence enough

stares him down and smirks as the guy squirms under taesan’s gaze before taking the hint and scurrying off

he’s not letting his hand on your waist go for the rest of the night

“Woah, did you see the look on his face? He was genuinely scared,” you turn to your boyfriend as the guy who was talking to you left somewhere hurriedly.

Taesan was very obviously stifling a laugh, before pursing his lips together and turning serious. “Yeah, it’s not like we were scaring him or anything.”

Your eyes narrow at his blatant attempt at acting. “Dongmin… did you do something to scare him?”

Taesan squirms under your gaze, before sighing and leaning his cheek on the top of your head in embarrassment. “Come on, baby! He was so obviously flirting with you! In front of me! How could I not do anything?”

You let out a laugh, reaching up to pat his head. “Okay, you big baby.”

LEEHAN

is in disbelief at the whole situation

someone!! is trying!! to pick up!! his person??? he cannot have that

goes over to your side immediately and snakes his arm around your waist, giving you a chaste kiss in greeting

gives the guy who was talking to you an eye smile like nothing happened, introducing himself as your boyfriend with a polite smile on his face (but with venom dripping from his words)

the guy takes the hint and leaves immediately, finally leaving the two of you alone together

is so cocky after the whole ordeal

“Wow, look at him, Hyunnie, it’s like he’s scared of us,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around Leehan’s left arm.

Leehan chuckles, looking down at you with the fondest look in his eyes, “Or, maybe he just realised how in love you are with me and how much he doesn’t stand a chance against me.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Hyun. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease, jokingly removing your arms around his.

Leehan simply smiles wider, turning to rest his hands around your waist. “Come on, babe. You love me.”

You sigh, returning his gaze with as much affection as you can muster. “That I do.”

WOONHAK

another sulky bf/overthinker

he’d literally be sulking in the corner and refusing to look at you for a while when you find him because he’s 1) jealous and 2) embarrassed for feeling jealous

he trusts you with all his heart, but he can’t help but compare himself to whoever is getting too close to you, and tends to spiral into an overthinking rabbit hole until you stop him

you’ll have to squish his face and reassure him that you’re only his and he’s only yours, and stay by his side for the rest of the night before he finally feels secure

never lets go of your hand after

“Woonhak? They told me I’d find you here,” you open the bedroom door, peering in only to find Woonhak sitting on the bed, eyes on his feet. “What’s wrong?”

Woonhak purses his lips together as you sit down beside him, saying nothing. You sigh, looking at him worriedly as you reach out to take his hand in yours, rubbing small circles on the back of his palm to give him silent reassurance.

After a while, he speaks up, so softly you almost don’t catch it. “Why do you love me?”

You’re stunned. Woonhak must’ve noticed your reaction, because he goes on to elaborate, “I saw Heeseung talking to you earlier, downstairs. And, I don’t know, Heeseung is just, so much cooler than me and I couldn’t help but think of-”

You rest your index finger against his lips, effectively shushing him. You feel your heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Oh, baby,” you frown, cupping his face in your hands, “I love you because you’re you, Woonhak. Nothing and no one can change that.”

Woonhak looks like he’s about to burst into tears, and he reaches forward to wrap his arms around you, head resting on your shoulder. “I love you.”

You sigh contentedly, stroking his hair. “I love you, too.”

a/n: hehe i had quite a lot of fun writing this i hope y’all like it too!!

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why-what-no · 1 year

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Always Have Me

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Slight depictions of violence. Me being obsessed with this show. Might be idiots in love, idk

Notes: Felt a little odd writing this about teenagers, but the actors are like a lot older than I am (why am i so in love with Lockwood’s actor?? He’s so pretty boy) and it’s totally PG, so I figured it was fine

Summary: When Lockwood’s friend and associate, aka the person he might even love, got injured during a case, he was more scared than he had been in a very long time. Leading to him dealing with his feelings in a less than productive way until the “friend” finally confronts him

Honestly, (Y/N) didn’t even feel it. But they could blame that on the shock.

Later on, when they’d ask George about it, he’d tell him quietly and morosely (like even the memory caused him pain), how dodging a ghost’s outstretched hand had led to the young operative tripping down a flight of stairs and slamming down onto splintered wood.

Wood that had pierced them right in the side. Which admittedly was gruesome, but (Y/N) just counted themself lucky that they had escaped being ghost touched. Lucy had told them about what happened to her old friends, and the thought of leaving behind their housemates terrified them.

All they could hear was the ghost’s shriek as their team neutralized it and…

And Lockwood’s voice - muffled, terrified. “No, no! (Y/N), stay with us. It’ll be okay! George! Call for help!”

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Lockwood could barely stay focused in his fear. The moment he saw (Y/N) disappear down the stairs, his attention fully left the ghost that they were trying to contain. Bolting after his friend, not even thinking of the possibility of getting touched by the ghost. It didn’t even matter in his mind, if something happened to (Y/N) then it didn’t matter what happened to him.

The horrific sight of his friend - although honestly at that point ‘friend’ sounded like too weak of a word for their attachment - bleeding out send a coldness through his body. Kneeling over them, not knowing what to do, he could only attempt to comfort them as he yelled for George to get help.

Lockwood always felt a bit out of his element around (Y/N). A good kind of awkward, but awkward nonetheless. He’d read the books they’d like so he’d have something to talk about with them, and he’d try to be suave and charming but they’d always tease him about it. A little grin on their face that made it all worth it.

But in this moment. There was no awkwardness, just the knowledge that he completely forget what he was supposed to do. The imagined image of him lowering their casket into the ground imprinted in his mind as he begged (Y/N) to stay awake.

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(Y/N) woke up in a hospital bed, obviously DEPRAC from the document on the clipboard that the nurse was holding. They let the woman fuss over them for a second, before beginning to push her to let them see their friends.

As Lockwood, George, & Lucy burst into the room, (Y/N) could only grin at how glad they were to see them. Only a few months ago, nobody cared if they were dead or alive. Now, they had a family who cared about them with all their hearts and souls.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asked, her sweet face wide with worry.

“We thought you were gonna die…”

“You were bleeding like mad…”

As George and Lucy talked over each other in their concern, Lockwood finally spoke. “Okay, you lot. Let them take a breath, it’s been a rough go.” He stood back, not getting close to take their hand or pat them on the shoulder. Which wasn’t a good feeling for (Y/N), but he never stopped looking at them, making them feel a little better. “Are you alright?” His brow was knitted in concern, as well as another emotion that (Y/N) couldn’t quite read on his face.

(Y/N) was close to all their housemates, but ever since they met Lockwood there was this pull that they felt for the handsome young operative. He seems to make every room he entered brighter, every joke he told lifted their spirits. They’d never felt so happy to be alive until they moved to 35 Portland Row.

“I’ll live.” They mustered up a smile, not wanting to make their friends more worried than the three of them clearly already were. “Just get me back home as soon as possible.”

They missed the comfort and familiarity already. The old knickknacks and books lining most surfaces, the smell of wood, paper, coffee, and whatever delicious thing George was cooking.

Lockwood smiled back. “I promise.”

And as usual, he kept his promise. It took a couple of days, but soon (Y/N) was healed enough to return to the agency and start getting back to normal. Helping George out around the house and researching new cases.

There was one problem, however. Ever since they had returned, Lockwood was… distant. Never alone in a room with (Y/N), never making excuses to speak to them and spend time with them like he did before they were injured. No, he just acted like they were just some acquaintance.

It broke their heart more than they cared to admit. Having got so used to Lockwood being so important in their life, that the loss of it felt like something had been stolen from (Y/N).

Lucy noticed the disquiet that (Y/N) was feeling. “Go talk to him, yeah? I’m sure it’s fine and you two can sort this out.” She told them comfortingly. “He was so worried about you when you were hurt. Nearly wore a hole in his shoes with his pacing.”

So they did. It took a bit to work up the courage, but eventually they managed to find him in the library.

He looked elegant in the dim light, although he was always beautiful looking. Entirely focused on the book in front of him, his hand on his chin with the curves of his face accentuated by shadows.

It almost felt sacrilegious to ruin this moment, but (Y/N) needed his attention. “Is everything alright?” They asked.

Lockwood jumped a bit as the words broke through the silence. He looked nervous for a second, before masking that emotion behind one of his calm, superiority complex-ridden expressions. “Of course.” He said, putting the book down and standing up. “Why wouldn’t it be? Did something happen?”

“You tell me. You’ve barely spoken to me in days, Lockwood.” Judging by the slight guilt on his face, he knew exactly that they were talking about. “What happened. What did I do?”

That immediately got through to him. “Nothing.” He said quickly. “You didn’t do anything, you’re wonderful.”

“Then why…”

“I was so useless.” He them her off, eyes glancing anywhere but at (Y/N). “You were hurt and I wanted to help and I just… I completely forgot my training.”

They’d rarely seen him this vulnerable before, a strange sort of desperation in his eyes that made them want to pull him close and never let go of him. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. You were there, that’s all that matters.” (Y/N) tried to consol him. He always had this need to be the defender, the one to look after everybody. It broke (Y/N)‘s heart sometimes how ragged he’d run himself trying to make that a reality.

“No it’s not all that matters. I’m supposed to protect you, and I couldn’t even do that!”

“That’s not your job, Lockwood.” They reached up to cup his cheek, trying to give him some sort of comfort. Almost immediately he leaned into their touch, raising his hand to lay in on top of theirs and wrap his fingers through theirs.

“It is. I…” He tried to decide best how to say what he needed to. To get across the emotions that he felt whenever he was around (Y/N). “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here with me.” He finally said, looking down at his feet to avoid seeing their eyes.

But they took matters into their own hands, tilting his face up so that he was looking at them once again. Their eyes slightly watering, but a small smile was playing on their lips.

“You don’t have to do anything.” They told him. “You’ll always have me.”

There was a relief in his eyes as they told him that. “Promise?” He was deathly serious, needing to hear them say it.

And they just leaned forward to kiss him, surprising him at first but thrilling him at the same time. He quickly reciprocated, taking their face in his hands to keep them close to him, never wanting to let go of them now that he finally had them in his arms.

“I promise.” They told him when they finally leaned away to breath. And fully intended to keep that promise. They needed him as much as he needed them

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starzshopoflove · 8 months

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(141 x F!Reader)

Notes: This is concept is taken from herethereb3dragons on AO3 following a similar plot concept but not the same. Yes this is a omegaverse story I have no apologizes I wanna feed my brain worms.(Will be switching between first and second person in this writing) Summary: Lost your job after finding out your boss was committing federal crimes and the local economy crashes? Omega Re-housing services suddenly deciding to tighten their requirements? Sick of living in a shitty apartment alone everyday with no one to come home too? No problem! Just become a Contacted Companion to a military group overseas and never look back, full proof planning right?! A/N: This is a more intro chapter idk how to explain it but you'll get it when you start reading

WC: 2.4k

I could’ve been a nurse if I wanted too, or maybe I would have opened a cafe. Probably not, I hate blood, well I don't hate it. I just don't want to be around it everyday, I don't mind a cut or a ugly scab but then again that's always on my body. Owning my own business would stress me out, I can barely handle being 3 days behind on work, imagine not making enough to keep the shop open for another month I’d go into shock.

On the other hand I’d probably not be in the position I'm in now If I had my own business or hell a medical degree. To be fair I couldn't predict this, I couldn't predict any of this no one could and if they did there’d be hell to pay from every single person in that fat shiny building downtown. Everything happened so fast, the market value crash, our manager getting arrested for embezzlement, the company housing getting repossessed, all our assets getting seized and sold. I wish I could lie and say it was a blur but it wasn’t, call it a trauma response but I remember every detail of that day from the moment the building shut down to signing away my dignity.

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Everything hurts, your back, your eyes and your legs. Oh yeah and you're sweating, gross right? Isn't it wonderful that they stuck the little archivist all the way in the back of the office in her own little office where she can do all her “important” work. All the way where no one can smell or see where they’re hiding all the omega employees, what a coincidence.

Yeah it's mid september and it's chilly outside but you’re boiling in here now and the fabric of your jumper is sticking to you and everyone in here can smell you now. At this point all you wanted to do was run back to your office, peel off your jumper and wipe away all your sweat while drowning yourself in scent masker. Honestly it's humiliating, getting burnt up in your tiny room then being forced by your superior to trolly off all the files to the accounting department upstairs.

You weren't in any danger of course most people were civilized and wouldnt attack you on sight or in this case on the whiff of unmarked omega scent. It still worried you, but no one could touch you here, not while you were an employee, not while you were safe under the watching eye of the corporate security cameras watching everyones every move.

Doesn’t that make you feel a little safer? Always being watched? Yeah they could fire you for the littlest thing but you could be safe. The camera doesn't discriminate, the camera can't lie, the camera shows what happens and doesn't care if you’re Alpha or Omega.That reminder makes you feel a little safer when you're pushing your little cart into the elevator pushing the button for the 26th floor. It's not as hot in here as it was downstairs.

You lean back a little on the bar between you and the mirror while your eyes stay trained on the little black screen of red letters rolling up as the elevator dragged you upstairs. Do you ever do that thing where you stare at the mirror like your face is gonna change the longer you look at it? You do now.

Just standing in front of it poking at yourself, making sure there's no crust in your eyes, sometimes bearing your teeth to check that you don't have anything stuck in them. If you know what was going to happen you might have spent longer staring at yourself, capturing the moment maybe.

You look tired, you are tired. Hollow eyes stared back at you in the mirror forcing you to look at how empty you were from the inside out. It was always day in day out move on. You didn't have time to think about mating, joining a pack hell even having kids. Wake up. Work. Go home. Trash TV. Sleep.

You try smiling and letting that go seeing if it would change anything. It didn't. Mirrors were more indifferent to you. Check if you’re clean and move on with your day not thinking too much about it. Elevators forced you to look at yourself they always do. There's no one else in here but you, the mirror and those 2 doors.

The little hum of mediocre elevator music churning out whatever pop tune combination the media had coined dead would be your last unknown moment of peace.

When those elevator doors opened and you pushed out your little cart all you felt was the sudden slam of a body knocking your poor cart away. That alone ripped you out of your tired little haze forcing you to look around the room and see what was actually happening.

The accounting department of U&G Food Supplising Inc.? In shambles

The air of the floor felt thick, suffocating. Too many people were up out of their chairs, people were paired off to the side staring into their papers like life was drained out of them. Pale faces, and sweaty hands clambering around wire phones tuned out voices shouting into their speakers. The stress off of them was enough to start scaring you know.

It was everywhere, one of the brokers was seated back in his chair holding papers in both hands with his phone pressed onto his ear yelling incomprehensible jargon into it while his eyes dizzied out on the papers he was holding. Others looked like they already lost hope standing in the middle with empty blank expressions that told you enough, they were probably savoring the last few moments of normalcy.

A heavy buzz cut the air and that's when everything stopped. The market just closed, everything was so quiet. People stopped talking, staring at the big screen hooked up on the wall where a chart was displayed with its thick red line descending into the negatives.

Papers were in the air, Phones were rattling off like crazy, Desks were flipped over and files covered the floor. Out of panic you might have started slamming the button on the elevator faster but you got the other side of the coin and was stumped in shock and maybe a little anger.

All you wanted was a quiet boring life, is that so much to ask for? You got your degree in the most boring field possible, you got a job at the most mundane company that would hire you, you got a quiet little apartment tucked in the dreary part of town where nothing happens and you thought you finally won. Small victories you thought, I wont get forced to mate with anyone here, I can pass as a beta here, I can, I can, I can't.

In hindsight you should've seen it coming, Omega Rehousing Authorities were getting stricter, The company was losing money and you were ignoring all of it. Until now where you were trapped in the corner of the accounting department where everyone was screaming and panicking when all you were trying to do was bundle up all your files and run back to your stuffy little room.

Staying on the ground was safer then standing up I think, you can just stay down here on your knees trying to gather all the papers you can so you can slam on the elevator as hard as possible to get you back to safety. Yeah! Just keep grabbing papers, don't think about the Alpha across the room practically tearing out that betas throat, or those 2 slightly to your right scruffing at each other to grab as much cash as possible. You won't get in trouble right? You're just an archivist delivering papers, you don't know what's happening but that's a good thing. You don't know what's happening and it's bad because now you're holding all your papers to your chest and you don't have any scent masker practically leaking your scent everywhere while there's so much yelling.

Keep ignoring it you’ll be alright, there's police here but they're not here for you, keep ignoring it. Yes the screaming and yelling is getting louder while there are people getting arrested but you're still under your illusion of safety so keep ignoring it. There's nothing wrong, get your papers and leave there's nothing wrong you can't hear anything no one's calling your name just stand up and leave.

But there is someone calling your name, your full name. With your Identification number.

Pulling your head up felt like dragging it out of water and meeting the eyes of 3 ORA agents in crispy black suits and sunglasses did not help with your anxiety when you were stuck down on the floor.

“We’re with the Omega Re-Housing Authority, we’d like to speak with you”

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That's when everything started moving faster and phasing out until I realized I was in a new room. The room felt sterile, steel table, plain gray walls, the uncomfortable plastic chair I was stuck in. My heart was rattling inside my chest and I kept breathing in for more air but every breath felt stale and dry no matter how many times I sipped at the little plastic cup they gave me.

Why was I here? What did I do? I didn't know what was going on, I had all my paperwork, I had a job and a house they can't take me away can they?

That creaky door opening and shutting dragged my attention away to the ORA agent in front of me. They look less threatening without the glasses, it doesn't help much but seeing their eyes makes them look more human. He looked like he was pitying me and that just made the bile in me churn, I felt like I was in trouble.

He took his seat right in front of me, placing down a plain manilla folder on the cold steel table before he folded and placed his hands on top. God, when he looked at me I thought I was gonna be sick. I bet he could feel the fear weeping out of me, I didn't have anything on me. I didn't feel safe without my scent masker or some sort of suppressant. I didn't make it this far passing as a Beta without them, now I felt like I was waving a white flag screaming Omega.

All the anxiety from years of drifting through life poured through you since you got your class as omega. You wanted to hide in a thousand layers never to be seen again. Where no one could see, touch or hear you. An isolation but a safe comfort like how you made your home. The one you will shortly no longer be able to afford.

You tried making friends you really did, you had friends but then something inside you would rear its ugly head out and whisper for you too leave them alone how much you're bothering them can't you see?

So you would let it slip through the cracks. One missed plan turns to another and suddenly you spend every afternoon curled up on your beat couch watching drag reruns on cable tv in your dingy apartment thinking this is better than being out and feeling your stress turn your guts around.

Now look at you! Sitting in a ORA “interview room” probably about to be shipped out to some random alpha in the middle of nowhere shucking corn for the rest of your life popping out babies you can't afford. The worst part is no one would notice!

“You’re not in trouble Ma’am”

‘Yeah thanks for that buddy.’ I wish I could say that but I just kept staring at him, more watching his lips move than hearing him speak. I caught some words here and there of “Bankruptcy” and “Liquidation”. By the end of it from what I can tell is Im unemployed and soon to be homeless. I could move in with my mom, or maybe my sister then ORA couldn't relocate me at least, they won't have the chance to.

The last time I sent my papers my mom passed as the register on my guardian substitute. I'm not sure if they’ll take it again, Beta guardians work but If regulations keep changing they might start demanding she terminate her rights and they assign me to an Alpha.

How sick is that? I spend my whole life fighting tooth and nail acting like nothing scares me, trying to prove I can fend for myself and don't need a pack. I did everything by the book and I still got stuck in the chair everyone told me I’d never end up in.

I should be angry, I should be boiling and here I am shaking like a leaf in this chair playing in the pliant and meek omega stereotype, fantastic.

Sliding the folder over to me on the table the ORA agent opened up the folder, sliding his hands over to his pocket to pull out a fountain pen. He cleared his throat almost condescendingly as he uncapped his pen, tapping it onto the paper in the folder.

Is it weird I forgot he was there? Everything started meshing together when I heard him say I wasn't in trouble. I mean I didn't completely forget, his scent was basically choking me forcing his presence to be made aware. I'm listening now but I wish I could roll over and sink into the floor.

“ORA would like to offer you an employment opportunity, aboard.”

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TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT

1.)i.) Signing party will be placed under the employment of STATION CHIEF KATE LASWELL and CAPTAIN JONATHAN PRICE

ii.)Singing party will be taken as a pack member to Task Force 141, bearing responsibilities of archival tasks, moral support, and contracted companionship.

2.) Signing party will be salaried, paid biweekly on fixed income.

i.) Signing party will be provided private quarters on base

ii.) Signing parties quarters will be located by the nearest employer

iii.) Signing party will not be obligated to travel in deployment or relocated without prior consent

iv.) Signed parties quarters will be furnished as usual, any additions will be added upon request.

3.) Signed party is under no obligation to complete orders from any authority not listed within this contract.

SIGNATURE : ________________ INITIALS: ______________

“You gotta be fucking kidding me”

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Really? - Kai Parker

Kai x Fem!reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,996

Summary: They call in Y/n to babysit Kai

Authors Note: I used the name Hope as a nickname. Also like shes hundreds of years old. Used Twitter in this because Kai had a twitter in the show. This is REALLY old my writing has improved SO much since I wrote this. I wrote for english class in highschool as a sophomore. The date on the paper that I turned it in on was 5/26/16. This was never typed and honestly I completely forgot about it. But I found the 9 page story in my closest. Hope you all enjoy it. This is probably one of the very first times I every wrote a piece of fanfiction. I never posted it on tumblr, I’m pretty sure. I did rewrite some parts cause like I said my writing has very much improved since this lol.

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“Ok, I did not come back to Mystic Falls to babysit some sociopath that I don’t even know!” Y/n said standing in the doorway to the livingroom. Y/n had her left hand on her hip with it pushed out to the side, and her right hand flat out pointing towards Alaric and Jo sitting on the couch together. It had been awhile since she had been in the Salvatore boarding house. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Relax, Hope. It was mine and Stefans idea. We figured you're a Hybrid plus a witch. Also you're not easily persuaded. Your best option.” Damon said, pouring himself some bourbon.

“Ha,ha,ah, NO!” Y/n said with anger filled eyes. “I don’t want to babysit the newest town problem.”

Y/n turned on her heels towards the front door, once she got there when she started to open the door Stefan appeared right in front of her. He closed the door before slinging his arm around her shoulders, walking her back to where everyone else was.

“Please do this Hope, if not for me or Damon do it for Jo, Liv and Luke. Please.” Stefan pleaded.

Considering that Kai was trying to kill his siblings, the Salvatore brothers being allies with them and not Kai, makes it more understandable why they were keeping him in their cellar or as Y/n liked to call it a dungeon.

Even though Y/n didn’t plan on coming back to Mystic Falls from New Orleans to help in their latest crisis, she would. Her father, the original Hybrid, wouldn't like it. He couldn’t bare to lose her, not his hope. That was her nickname and it stuck. Everyone calls her Hope because of it.

“Fine.” Y/n gave in, although a bit annoyed.

Y/n didn’t have anything else to do and hey, maybe this sociopath wouldn’t be that bad. She had never been one to judge without knowing the person. Her father just because his mother was unfaithful to a werewolf was judged for her actions. Y/n found that unfair.

Damon opened his mouth to speak, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. “Ok its settled then you watch the little weasel.”

Soon enough they all left to go do what they needed to do, so Y/n headed down to the cellar and sat against the wall. Having been told to stay close to the cellar because Kai was tricky.

Y/n went on her phone and got on twitter, not long after her phone went off with a notification for the social media app. And apparently Kai had heard it.

“You should follow me on twitter, cobrakai1972.” He said from inside the dungeon cell.

Y/n thought about it for a moment and she didn’t see anything wrong with friending him on twitter. “Ok, that was corbakai1972. Right?”

Once she heard that Y/n heard him get up and suddenly his face was behind the bars on the door. Y/n lifted her head to look at him, he looked surprised. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.

Kai raised his eyebrows in shock. So he decided to explain who exactly he was. “Well, I assume they told you exactly why you're babysitting me. Right? I’m the new big bad in Mystic Falls. In the prison world I kidded BonBon, multiple times. I assume she’s your friend since you are obviously friends with Damon, Stefan, Alaric, and the rest of them. Probably friends with Jo, Live and Luke as well if you're willing to protect them. They trust you enough to watch me.”

Y/n didn’t miss the way he said his sister's name with disgust, he must really want to kill her like they said. Considering he look’s 22 and Jo looks 44, Y/n took it as in prison worlds you don’t age. Also he killed Bonnie in one so you can’t die either. Damn witches are assholes.

“Well for one thing they told me their side of the story of what happened. Second thing, me and Bonnie are not friends so whatever kill her I don’t care. And yes, they are my friends I guess you could say. Third thing, trust me now that is a kinda long story. They do trust me but that took a very long time, being the daughter of the original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson whom they trust as far as they can throw. Trust wasn’t an easy thing to earn, Especially since I’m alot like my father. They have me babysitting you because I’m a Hybrid like him as well, and a witch.” Y/n smirked at him which made him smile widely.

“So I guess that means I can’t convince you to let me out?” He asked with a cheeky grin. Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and they both laughed.

Y/n realized she liked his laugh, she didn’t think he laughs often. After a while their laughter died down they started talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. They talked for hours and at some point they had both started leaning against the cellar door. Then the object of ‘pasts’ came up.

“Kai we don’t have to. We don’t have to talk about the past or family if you don’t want to. I get it’s a touchy subject.” Y/n told him sincerely.

Kai nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “You're right we don’t, but I want to know yours and I take it that if I don’t tell you anything then you won’t tell me anything. Am I correct?”

He was right, she wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t share his. “Yes, you're right.”

Kai nodded. “Fine. My family called me an abomination and they physically and mentally abused me with magic and, not because I’m a siphoner. I can’t and couldn’t fight back. Since I couldn’t generate my own magic. My parents didn’t want me to possibly rule the coven, so they kept having kids till another set of twins was born. When twins turn 22 in our coven they merge and the winner takes both powers and becomes the leader of the coven. The other dies. When me and Jo were supose to merge they said no, I went on a rampage. They decided to let us merge but it was all a set up to send me to the prison world. One of my very own, like hell.”

Y/n felt sad for him, his parents turned him into what he was today. They made him into the sociopath, from how they treated him. It wasn’t his fault he was born a siphoner. Called an abomination in his own home growing up by the people who should’ve loved him. It was so wrong in so many ways.

Y/n wanted to lighten the mood a bit. “Wow. That's some history. Am I supposed to top that?”

“There’s more things to me than just that but some things stay secret.” Kai winked, obviously teasing her.

Y/n bit her lip and rolled her eyes at his coolness.

“Okay! Your turn.” He said excitedly through the door.

Y/n laughed before thinking where to start. “Ok, ok lets see, before and after my birth my fathers parents have been trying to kill me. And they're dead now and still try. So my father sent me away for a while. When he brought me back to live with him and our family, his siblings in New Orleans. Its not the only time I've been sent away, my father has a lot of enemies. He sent for me back when he came here and undaggered his siblings. We even have a house here. We caught up and that's when I met everyone. Lots of saving, lots of killing. But I think everything that me and my dad have been through made our bond stronger. There's more to me but you know some things stay secrets.”

Y/n heard him laugh at her copying of his words from before.

“Well I think we are pretty much tied on the who’s worse considering my parents beat me and your dad's enemies and parents keep trying to kill you. I mean at least mine let me live.” Kai let out an amused breath.

“OK well this is getting depressing.” She sighed

“Agreed.” He said

Then suddenly Damon’s name lit up Y/n’s phone with a text.

[ Hey won’t be back for a couple more hours. Please keep watching him.]

Y/n scoffed, fully annoyed she’d already been here for 5 hours.

“What?” Kai asked, having heard her scoff and seen the annoyance on her face.

“Damon’s going to be even longer.” Y/n was officially pissed. Y/n thought for a moment and then a brilliant idea popped into her head. “You know if I have to watch you why does it have to be here?” She smirked michevously up at the breunette.

“What do you have in mind?” He questioned.

“If I have to watch you I’m not going to do it here.” Y/n stated.

“Wasn’t that the point?” Kai questioned.

“So?” She shrugged. “His text didn’t say it had to continue here.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant but I won’t stop you.” Kai smirked at her idea, completely ready to be free from his cell.

Y/n didn’t need a key since she was hundreds of years old witch.

“They're gonna be pissed when they find out.” He told her as he stepped out the doorway.

“They can’t and don’t know how to kill me. And my father plus Aunts and Uncles wouldn’t let them lay a finger on me.” She rolled her eyes.

So the two of them walked upstairs when Kai spoke up. “So you really want to hang out with me?”

“Of course.” she nodded but when she looked over at Kai he seemed relieved. “Did you think I would say no?”

He scratched the back of his head looking to the floor.

“Kai” Y/n looked at him and stepped in front of him reaching up to hold his face in her hands. “After everything we just talked about, and me letting you out, why would I not want to hangout with you?”

Y/n leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Kai couldn’t believe he might’ve actually found a friend.

“You mentioned your name when we talked. How if they named you Mlachia then they must have expected you to be evil. When I look in your eyes I don’t see evil, I see a boy that doesn’t know what love is.” Y/n looked into his eyes. Kai saw no malice, no hatred. She cared about him.

“You don’t know me. Not really.” He shook his head not believing that she could care about him.

“I don’t. But I’d like to.” She smiled warmly at him. Y/n lifted her shoulders smiling looking into his eyes. “Who knows, maybe you can change. I’m not saying to stop killing, I’m just saying maybe not kill everyone. People might see you differently.”

Kai laughed at the last part, it was probably true. “No one’s gonna ever see me differently. No one will ever see me as redeemed.”

Kai looked down actually feeling sad about that. No one would ever give him a chance. He’d never be forgiven.

“Hey, you want to know why my dad and everyone calls me Hope?” Y/n asked, she was gonna tell him anyway but luckily he nodded so she continued. He didn’t just nod though he also raised an eyebrow and made a look that made Y/n laugh. “He calls me Hope, because I’m his hope. His hope to be better, his hope of redemption. Maybe I can be your hope to.”

Kai smiled nodding along. “Maybe.”

With that they officially left the Salvatore boarding house to go have some freedom and fun.

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rafesproactiveprettygirl · 1 year

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Money, Money, Money

“In my dreams, I have a plan. If I got me a wealthy man, I wouldn’t have to work at all, i’d full around and have a ball.”

soft-ish cameron x pogue reader

warnings: not proof read, some cussing probably, fluff

Not only did it shock you when Rafe asked you out, it shocked everyone. The whole Outerbanks probably. You were a Pogue, people saw you as filthy. But when you were hired to work as a cleaner for the Cameron house, Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way your tongue stuck out slightly when you scrubbed dishes, or the way your hips swayed slightly to the music you’d play.

The Cameron’s didn’t treat you as any less, Ward and Rose made sure you were paid well and fed, Sarah often did the laundry for you and let you wear her clothes while you worked, but Rafe decided he’d do something different. He’d buy you things, little gifts you suppose. It started off small, you found some cute emerald earrings sitting on the counter with a note, your name scribbled messily. You laughed at their attempt and opened the note, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you read it was from Rafe.

You could only think of two things. 1, he was either pulling your tail to mess with you for being a Pogue, or 2, he accidentally gave it to the wrong person. You walked up to Wards office where Rafe was waiting for his dad and you knocked slightly on the open door. “Mr. Cameron?” You asked softly. He turned his head and his eyes narrowed at you, he gave a small smile. “Rafe is fine.”

You nodded and showed up the letter and beautiful earrings. “I saw this on the counter, I believe you gave it to the wrong person.” You said with a shy laugh. He shook his head with a chuckle. “I make no mistakes,” cocky per usual. “They’re for you.” But also surprising sweet.

Before you could respond he got up and walked over to you, taking the earrings from your hand before leaning forward to help you put them on. You couldn’t help but shiver when his warm breath fanned your neck, and this didn’t go unnoticed. He smirked, but not big enough for you to see. When he pulled back you thanked him and told them they were beautiful. He nodded, “My dad will be back soon, run along now.”

So you got back to work.

But each day you’d get more and more gifts. Dresses, rings, necklaces, earrings, shoes, at one point it got too much. You were starting to feel bad. You didn’t come here to get free gifts, you came here to work and make money.

One night you went up to his room and knocked on his door, he opened it with a smile. “Hey Y/N, what do you need?”

You swallowed thickly and smiled small. “Hi Rafe. Well uhm, it’s about the gifts. I appreciate them, but I think you should stop giving them to me.”

“Why? Do you not like them?”

You immediately shook your head. “Nono, I do. I love them even, they’re beautiful and it’s really sweet of you and honestly it’s my favorite part of the day to see what you give me.” Rafe blushed at that, but you figured it was just because his room was hot. “But i’m starting to feel bad, you’re spending a lot of money on me. I need to work for what I want.”

“I don’t follow, why do you need to work for it when I simply give it to you? I enjoy giving you gifts Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I’m a pogue Rafe, I have to work for what I want.” He gave you a soft smile and turned to land a soft peck on your cheek. You could tell you were as red as a tomato. “It won’t be like that any longer, you can have an off tomorrow. Meet me here at 6pm, wear that red dress and ruby earrings I bought you.”

And since then you’ve dated, and you’ve never been happier. He was always buying you things, taking you places, treating you like an absolute princess. He reminded you every day how beautiful and lucky he was to have you, and you wouldn’t trade what you had for the world.

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spaceorphan18 · 6 months

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Your segment of the podcast was wonderful! Honestly I got emotional. I’m so glad they talked to you.

SNARKY!!?! I'm so glad you listened and got emotional. Did you catch my shout out to you? ;)

If you don't mind, I'm going to just give some little tidbits about doing the zoom call with Kevin and Jenna

There was no intro with me. The only person I talked to before the call was the producer and that was through email. I had no idea what to expect, and I was really nervous going in. I made a few small notes of things I'd like have said, and I think most everything got covered.

I didn't think it was real until Kevin and Jenna popped on screen.

I was a little shocked when Kevin was so enthusiastic about me A) being an OG glee fan and B) about my real job.

I was taken aback, a little, by how very good looking Kevin was.

(I tried to look nice - but I looked ultimately like me and not like someone who has a lot of money, lol)

The conversation felt mostly like it was me and Kevin, who seemed to be driving it. I had to remind myself to look at Jenna as I talked, too.

(I'll talk more about Jenna later in another post)

I tried to be polite and professional. As the convo went on, it felt really easy to do the conversation. It felt both longer and shorter than I expected.

Funny thing about when I started writing fanfic -- I lied a little, but I didn't want to go into the biggest reason that I was held back so long from writing fanfic is due to my severe social anxiety and the scariness of the glee fandom. But I felt like that was too complex to get into.

Also did you notice Kevin's insulation that I started writing after the show started getting bad after season 3? After the convo was over -- I was really bummed I didn't defend the later seasons in that moment.

I felt really bad when I said fanfic isn't for you, and I hope my reasoning was clear. They seemed to be understanding, though?

Kevin just beamed when I brought up that I wrote Office fanfic. Btw, I COMPLETELY forgot that he was on an episode of Office while doing the interview.

There was one point that I thought, maybe, Jenna had snapped with me -- and it was when she mentioned that they were fans of things, too. Mom (who told me she noticed Jenna's oddness and apathy) said she didn't notice that moment, so it may have been just me.

(Mom did say that I should not have said Kurt was my favorite character - but I reminded her that she already knew since the producer had already asked me that as a vetting question)

I was a little surprised when they didn't ask me about my favorites like they did with a lot of the other fan guests they have. I did mention Kurt in the episode. But I was a little bummed I didn't get to do the usual. (Apparently, they didn't with the first woman either?)

The ending was super, super awkward, and I believe, the only point that was edited. At the very end - Kevin asked for my goodreads account. I was so stunned that all I could say was that it was my full name. I kind of wonder (now) if he was trying to get me to plug some kind of social media? Anyway, the producer jumped in and said she'd get him the info.

It kind of then ended abruptly, as they were saying goodbye. They shut down and the Kevin popped on again to say goodbye again. I could also hear Jenna going straight into asking about what they were doing next.

Fwiw - Kevin never did slide into my Goodreads DMs, which is fine. I didn't really expect him too.

The producer then sent me a message a half hour later saying that Kevin and Jenna 'genuinely' liked talking to me and that I was an awesome guest. (and that she'd be in touch).

I really liked how the conversation went (mostly) but afterwards, I was kind of bummed that that was it. I have so much more I wanted to say --- and there was a part of me that kind of wanted to speak up about a lot of things that we always talk about here. But I'm glad I didn't get off topic, and that I did have a professional, honest, and hopefully education conversation about fanfic.

Fwiw - the producer sent me one last message letting me know that the podcast had aired. I did send a thank you email back, but have not yet heard a response -- so I'm guessing that is that.

I am grateful for the experience. Everyone has been so lovely about it, and people even in my real life have had a lot of good things to say. I suppose it's my little fifteen minutes of fame.

I hope people listening got something out of it, too. I haven't listened to it myself - but I just feel awkward about it, and don't really want to.

It does make me want to podcast again, though, and really dig into all the things that Kevin and Jenna don't get into. Maybe someday I can talk Snarky into another podcast when we both have time.

Thanks dear for supporting me and helping me. <3

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skvatnavle · 2 years

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Luckiest man alive

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant reader, SMUT! fingering, penetrative sex, fluff and a little surprise 😉

Notes: It's maybe a little OOC for Jake, but it had to be written after my soft talk with @mmurdock85 😉

And once again a huge thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading and for lending me her dividers. Couldn't do this without you, Vee 💜

Oh, and it takes place a few years after the movie.

Words: a little shy of 2K

Opening the door to the little house near the base, he breathes a sigh of relief. Finally home. He walks past Charlie, snoring loudly on his little doggy bed. One leg twitching, like he’s chasing something, but he doesn’t wake up as Jake walks past.

“I’m cutting down on your treats. You’re the worst guard dog ever.”

“Hey, even the toughest guys need a break.”

He looks to the side and see you standing there, a wide smile on your beautiful face. How is it even possible for you to get more beautiful for each passing day?

“Hey sweetheart.”

He tries to give his best smile, but he knows you can tell something is wrong. You’re the one person who knows him the best, who can always see through all his bullshit. You cup his face, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

“Are you okay, Jake?”

“Yeah, it's fine.”

He tries to shrug it off, still smiling. No need to make you worry. You always concern yourself too much and it’s usually because of him, whether it’s a mission or if he has made a new enemy.

“I know you. What is it?”

He reaches up and gently takes your hands in his, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. Sighing, he looks up into your eyes, full of worry.

“I got into a… discussion and things turned a little heated. But I was right, and you know I-”

“You have to be the best.”

He just nods. You know him. Even knew him when he was at his, what some would say, worst. Maybe he could be an asshole at times, but he had the credentials to back it up. Recently made Commander and the only man in active duty to have shot down three enemy aircrafts, he knew he was good. Hell, he was more than good, he was the best. But honestly, he dialed it down the last few years. Today this new guy Jackal just got to him, and he lost it for a split second.

“But this was different. He… He called me an asshole.”

He always acts tough, but around you there’s no need. You always see right through it. But that’s one of the things he loves about you. With you, he can be himself. Still, he can’t help but feel that maybe Jackal was right. He looks up into your eyes.

“Why do you put up with me?”

“Because” you remove your hands from his and cradle his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips, “You may be too confident for your own good and, I’m sorry honey, a jackass at work. But you always leave Hangman at the base. Here… You’re just my Jake.”

You pull him into your arms, giving him a much-needed hug. He really didn’t deserve you, but he was thankful you thought so.

“My sweet and caring Jake who happens to be a pretty good cook and a damn fine lover.”

“Only ‘Damn fine’?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, okay. You’re the best.”

He pumps his fist in the air and gives you that signature Hangman smirk. The smirk you never seem to be able to resist. He cups your cheek, giving you a soft kiss, but it’s still enough to make you moan against him. He can never get enough of you, but luckily you feel the same.

“I love you, Mrs. Seresin.”

“And I love you, Commander Seresin. And he does too.”

You look down and softly caress your bump. At 5 months pregnant, the bump is really starting to show more for each passing day. Especially in the new dresses you had- wait… Did you just say?

“Wait… he?!”

You cringe, looking sorry as you apologetically throw up your hands, when you see the shock on his face. But soon the shock is replaced by pure joy. He’s not even mad, just so excited to get a boy.

“I’m so sorry. The doctor asked and I… I caved. You know I have no backbone.”

“Yeah, I know. Took me next to nothing to get you into bed.”

You punch his shoulder. He just grins, pulling you into his embrace. Cupping your face, his beautiful blue eyes find yours.

“And luckily you never left.”

He kisses you softly, before moving his hands move down to caress your bump. The feeling of love is almost overwhelming, almost scary. He gives you a huge smile, as his eyes shine with joy.

“A boy…”

“Yeah, another Seresin man to torture me.”

Jake can already picture the little boy running around, being a menace. Unable to stop smiling, he gives you another soft kiss, looking at the bump again.

He then looks up to the little chain around your neck. Tracing the metal with his fingers before taking it off of you. There is a wedding ring in it that he gently takes off the chain and put it on. Curiously, you trace the gold band on his finger, before looking into his eyes.

“Why do you always leave your ring with me?”

“I leave my heart here every day. Might as well let you guard my ring too.”

And he really does. Leave his heart with you every day. You’re the only woman who’s ever made him feel this way and he could never imagine living without you. Moving his hand up to cup the back of your head, he pulls you closer until his lips meet yours. The kiss starts out soft, but as he deepens it, he pours every ounce of his love into it. The love for you and the love for your unborn child. Breaking away, he rests his forehead against yours, smiling wide. You giggle softly, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

“That was such a cheesy line.”

“Not as cheesy as the first one I used on you.”

“God, don’t remind me.” Giggling softly, you waddle away towards the kitchen, but he grabs your hand, stopping you. No way he would let you strain yourself.

“Nah, darling. Let me.”

You sit down on a stool by the counter as Jake gets to work in the kitchen. Taking out the vegetables, he begins chopping as he feels your eyes on him. He was a horrible cook when you first met, but he soon learned how much you loved food and even more how much you loved watching him work in the kitchen.

So he practiced. Watched countless episodes of MasterChef and failed numerous times, but like everything else in his life, he worked hard and became the best. Well, maybe not the best in this field, but pretty damned close.

“So, we gotta start talking baby names.” he says softly, looking at you over his shoulder, before he resumes chopping some onions.

“I actually have an idea. How about Bradley?”

Jake turns slowly and points the knife playfully at you, putting on a fake angry face.

“Over my dead body. I like the guy, but hell no,” he pauses, turning slowly to put the knife down. “Could you imagine if the kid grows up and wants a mustache like that?”

He shudders before laughing. Over the years, he’d actually come to like Rooster. Would even call him a good friend. But no way in hell he’d name his kid after him. Rooster would never let him hear the end of it.

“Well, you give me one then.”

Oh, he knows you’ll hate it, but since you wanna tease, he’ll tease you right back.

“Isn’t it obvious? Jake junior.”

“Oh, I love that. But only if he gets my name as his middle name.” you shoot back sarcastically, trying to keep a straight face, but he can see the way the corner of your mouth twitches softly.

“Hmm, not Jake then.”

He winks and returns to cut up some bell peppers. As he works on the food, you talk back and forth about names. Throwing another name at you, he walks to the fridge and takes out a beer and some soda, giving the latter to you. Placing a soft kiss on your hair, he returns to the cutting board.

“Oh, by the way. Bob’s coming over for dinner.”

It’s been a while since he saw Bob last, seeing as he’s been on an assignment overseas. Apparently, he was stateside again and back in Lemoore. Suddenly, it hits Jake. He looks at you, smiling.

“What do you think about Robert?”

Confused, you frown as you look at him.

“What do I think about him? I love him… Isn’t that a dumb question? He’s my brother.”

“No, I… I meant for the baby.”

A huge grin spreads on your face as you realize what he just said. Jake can’t help but smile when he sees how happy you look.

“You’d wanna name him after Bob?”

Jake lays down the knife, before walking over to you. Turning the chair so you’re facing him, he gives you a sweet smile as his hands land on your thighs, caressing them softly.

“Why not? The best damn fighter pilot as a dad and named after his uncle, the best WSO there ever was. He’ll be top of his class in no time.”

“Yeah, easy there, Hangman. Maybe he wants to follow in my footsteps.”

He just smirks. You rarely use his callsign, but he loves it when you do. He gives your thighs a gentle squeeze, not failing to notice how the touch makes you squirm.

“Nah, with that legacy, that kid will be a legend.”

“If he’s anything like his dad, he’ll be the best.”

You bite your lip, giving him an innocent look. But Jake knows there’s nothing innocent about it. He looks at his watch, before looking deep into your eyes while moving his hands under your dress, slowly moving his hands up your thighs.

“How long before Bob gets here?”

“An hour.”

You answer, breathing already strained. Moving his hands down under your thighs, he lifts you up onto the counter in one swift move with a huge, exaggerated groan, as if he just lifted a ton. You punch his shoulder.

“You are an asshole.”

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

He smirks before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. After removing your dress, he stops to take you in. Even now, as you slowly get bigger and softer, you’ve never been more gorgeous, sexier. Leaning in, he kisses down the column of your neck, pulling sweet moans from you.

He moves down to your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. Throwing your head back, you whimper his name. They’re already so sensitive, so he can’t even imagine what it’ll be like when the baby comes. His free hand finds your core, already soaking wet for him.

“Fuck Jake, just… Please just fuck me. I need you.”

Making quick work of his belt and pants, he strokes himself a few times before pushing into you. And as he does, he looks at your face, eyes closed in pure ecstasy. You’re truly a beautiful sight and you really make him the happiest man alive.

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Warm Hands

Author's Note: Continuing my Wrecker era. Y'all are just along for the ride lmao

I honestly hate this, but it's been taking up space in my wips for too long so I just cranked it out so I can work on other things. I hope at least one person can enjoy it.

Summary: Wrecker has a crush, and it's incredibly obvious.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Wrecker doesn’t just eat pussy he eats pussy, Fluff and Spice, Oral, Handholding

Word count: 4875

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99 doesn’t get shore leave often; And when they do, they more often then not find it getting interrupted by some form of emergency that for some reason, only they can solve.

But right now that isn’t the case, so one of the things they're most eager for is food. Actual food; Not barely qualifying, GAR regulated slop. It's a rare treat, and not any of them would dare give up the opportunity. Not many clones would. And while Tech's been trying to pressure one of them into being an extra set of hands for some upgrades to the ship, pretty much everyone is more concerned about eating than getting a 0.3% increase in hyperdrive performance. Once Tech realizes he’s lost the battle to try and rope in an assistant, Hunter speaks up.

“Fine, let’s get something to eat then. There's gotta be something decent close by.” suddenly, Wrecker bolts upright as if he's been shocked.

“I’ll go!”

And then realizing he had laid it on far too thick, he suddenly becomes overly nonchalant; Crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall of the ship looking in every direction but Hunter’s face.

“If, you need me to.” Hunter furrows his brow, examining the veritable buffet of emotions Wrecker is currently showing. He’s nervous, judging by the increased heartbeat that Hunter can easily hear, more than likely because he’s clearly lying. That thought is further proven right by the way his body looks hotter, as he’s pulling at the collar of his body glove. He's acting like someone being interrogated and he's the one who spoke up.

“What, going to go visit your little ladybird?”

Crosshair is leaned against the co-pilot's seat, now knowing he caught Wrecker in a corner with a single sentence. He’d done well enough hiding it from them for a bit; But Wrecker’s a terrible secret keeper, and once you start pulling on the string…

“W-what? No I-" Wrecker shuts his mouth and looks around for a moment, realizing he’s completely caught. There's no getting out of this one.

“How’d you know?”

“Because he went to find you last time and saw.” Tech speaks up from the pilot's seat, raising his eyebrows. “It doesn’t take an hour and a half to order food.” Wrecker shrinks into his shoulders as much as a man his size can, as he feels three pairs of curious eyes on him. Very curious eyes, as now that the lie -or at least attempt at one- is out of the way, they're all quite curious to know about all of this.

“You've also been communicating via comm message.” That gets a reaction out of Hunter, who glances at Tech and then back to Wrecker. Hunter glares at him, knowing that’s a massive security risk. But it seems Tech had it covered. At least enough so to soothe a bit of Hunter's worries.

“It’s end to end encrypted, so nothing is at immediate risk.” Tech still leans over the armrest and gives Wrecker a stern look anyways.

“But do keep it at a minimum, will you?” Wrecker nods, having been scolded well more than enough for the time being. It's then that Hunter gives in, and shakes his head. He’s going to have to remind himself later to argue with Tech on why he didn’t tell him this was happening, granted it wasn’t the first time Tech had done something of the sort.

“Just, don't take too long."

Instantly Wrecker goes from thoroughly scolded to upright and about ready to bolt, moving to open the gangplank. Hunter was about to tell him to keep a low profile, but he's already a good ways off by the time Hunter opens his mouth. Wrecker doesn't even look back, he's so hyper-focused on his goal now as he goes out of view of the Marauder.

He's glad everything worked out the way it had; As he'd actually already told you he was on his way. If they’d have insisted he stay, it wouldn’t have be out of the question that he’d just fight his way out to go see you. On his path to get where you were both meeting up he ends up wandering an area of upper Coruscant he isn’t familiar with; One that clearly isn't used to seeing clones. At least ones not wearing that distinctive shade of Coruscant Guard red.

And even then, it wouldn't be surprising if they didn't get an overly warm welcome. But Wrecker doesn’t care in the least what they think, and nor do you. But it’s not exactly a secret that clones are barred from most ‘higher brow’ establishments, after all; Though it's not something he's ever had to deal with, or even really had to think about until you.

'Let them stare then,'

Is the main thought he has on the matter, before throwing the thought out completely as he weaves easily through the crowd. He spots you not to long after, and gains a wide smile almost instantly at the sight. You're under one of the awnings of a drink stall, holding something as you look around through the sea of people. He recognizes your coat instantly and comes barreling for you, accidentally knocking a few people aside. They yell at him, but nothing more beyond that. It’s because of that and the paint job on his armor sticking out so much, that you see him approaching. It’s been a long while since you’ve last seen him and you’re eager to finally talk face to face again. You wish they didn’t work him -and all the clones- so hard, as sometimes no matter how hard he tries to hide it, you can tell when Wrecker is beat.

Not this time however, as he comes right for you and swoops you up into a hug, lifting you high up off the ground has his arms tighten around you waist. It’s only after he puts you down and you finally cease your laughing that you can speak to him, a smile hurting your cheeks.

"You're here! It’s been way too long! Here; For you." He eyes the cup you’re holding out for him, while the other clearly for yourself; As he sees the stain where you've already taken a drink.

"Whats this?" Wrecker wouldn't be Wrecker if he refused food, and happily takes it from your hand and downs a huge chug before you actually answer.

“Don’t really know; But it’s pretty good.” It's something he's never tried before, and it's more than good enough to be halfway gone by the time you ask him about tonight.

"So, what did you have in mind for us to do?" Quickly swallowing down his giant mouthful he looks at you confused. "What do ya' mean?" You take a much smaller mouthful, stepping away from the stand as to not clog up the queue.

"You said you had something in mind to do with me when we met up, right? That's what you messaged me." Wrecker, clearly skimming his recent memory, comes up blank. He must've just thrown it out in an attempt to get you to see him. It wasn't like you would've even considered declining, but Wrecker has a bit of trouble thinking before he speaks. He thinks on it for another moment, but comes up completely empty. It makes him a bit bashful, rubbing the back of his neck just about where his chestplate ends.

"Yeah, I got nothin'." It takes you a moment to think something up since he came up blank, but eventually an idea finally comes to mind. It was Coruscant, it wasn’t like there was exactly a shortage of places to go and see.

"I think I have something in mind, if you'd like?" Wrecker instantly takes you up on the idea. He would’ve no matter what; As at the end of the day spending the few moments he had with you was what mattered to him.

"Yeah! Where we goin'?" There's not a ton of places on this level of Coruscant that allows street food stands, but there is a few spots, many of which that won't give a heavy side eye to Wrecker like some other places would.

"How about we get some hot food? I need to hold something to keep my hands warm..." The chill in the air is making your hands cold, rubbing them together as you start walking with Wrecker by your side.

"Won't say no to that; I'm starvin'," Wrecker bemoans his feeling of hunger as you look up at him, passing other residents on the street and watching you rub your hands. When you stop, he moves to grab one and hold it in his own. Him holding it tight quickly makes the chill leave, and you move to take a step closer as you walk and put your other hand over his own. He tries not to react, as you talk while walking. Your hand feels so cute and small in his own, he's trying not to freak out about it.

"They know you're going to be gone for awhile, right?"

Referring to his brothers Wrecker becomes a little nervous at the idea that he's clearly planning to stay longer than what Hunter more than likely had in mind, but he's taking this chance while he has it.

It's not like they're doing anything important anyways; And if something comes up, he's sure they'll comm him. Hopefully.

"Yeah! They know, I... Told them I was comin' to see you."

The food stand you're at has a large amount of fancy shops around it, and they occupy Wrecker's curious gaze while you buy food for the both of you. Once you get it and Wrecker eagerly digs in, he hears you respond to him.

"I hope I'm not stealing you away from anything important, am I?" He instantly shakes his head.

"Nah, we're free men for the rest of the night." You casually mention that you'd like to meet them one day, though the idea is a little nerve wracking at the same time. Afterwards you make a small comment that doesn't mean to sound as illusive as it actually comes out.

"So, I have you all to myself for the night then."

He was supposed to be back by now but, there's no way he's going to turn down you if you want to be with him for longer. After your quiet observation the conversation dies down for a moment and you hold the warm travel cup of food in your hands, the steam wafting in your face.

"You know..." Wrecker perks up at the sound of your voice, and looks at you intently while slurping down another large bite of his food.

"I actually need to head to one of the clone bases for work in a few days. Funny happenstance, right?" It certainly catches his interest for sure, and he quickly swallows his food to speak up.

"We'll be gone by then; They never let us stay here for long."

A shame, you were kind of excited of the idea of Wrecker being there and maybe showing you around for once. But with that idea shot down, you give a smile and look up at him. He looks so cute with the sunset behind him, and you can't help but move a little bit closer to him. The sheer warmth he's radiating in this chill is far too tempting to refuse.

"I'll miss you there, then. Would be nice to have you to show me around."

The energy between you two is changing as your sentence trails off, but it isn't awkward. It's more so of who's going to take the next step first. Your voice has gotten a bit quieter as has Wrecker's, as there's a subtlety that it seems the both of you have caught on to.

It's not the first time you've thought about Wrecker in that way; You've been a little flirty back and forth but nothing as really 'happened' yet. Most of your conversations were over comms for a long while anyways, as he was leagues away after being posted on some other planet.

But you have him all to yourself now, it would be a shame to not finally take advantage of his rare moment of free time.

“It's kind of late... We can, go back to my place If you want.”

Wrecker doesn’t think of a time he was quicker than this, though granted his memory is a little foggy at the moment.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” ‘Gods’ He thinks; ‘I sound like an idiot.’ You let out a giggle however, so he quickly loses the urge to smack himself upside the head. It made you laugh, so good enough. He's never been that smooth of a talker.

You softly gesture for him to follow you and he instantly does, stopping at the taxi stop and hailing a cab before anyone else manages to. Wrecker struggles to get into it for a moment and it makes you laugh, him almost being too bulky to fit comfortably. But when he does you're both shoulder to shoulder, and you give your address to the driver.

He's never strayed this far from any of the clone bases before, and as the buildings pass by he notices how clean and white they are compared to the lower levels. And you're both not even that high up; There's still leagues of space upward pressing into the sky for the richer elite. Politician and celebrity space, most of it. You've been up there a few times when work required you to and honestly? You'd rather not visit again. It's pretty, sure, but all so glaringly staged.

Lost in your both of your own thoughts it doesn't take too long for you to get to your apartment building, leaving you to quickly pay the fare while Wrecker hops out. The doorman is quite clearly surprised by your new companion but isn't brave enough to comment, and you both shuffle upstairs close beside each other and smiling. There's something almost a bit mischievous about it, in the way you're acting.

Maybe it's the spur of the moment nature of it all, but then again you always seem to feel this way with Wrecker; Like you're floating on air.

Letting yourselves inside Wrecker takes on glance around, and comments as you quickly lock the door behind him.

"Wow uh, this is nice." It really isn't; It's barely three rooms and quite small while you pay a premium for it, but you know where he's coming from. He slows down and seems almost careful, though his voice is still as loud as ever.

"I don't wanna break anythin'..." That's what makes you laugh, taking his hand gently in your own and dragging him in the direction of your bedroom.

"I'll guide you around then, just in case." He lets you lead him, and if you were able to see his face, you'd see the almost starstruck expression. His face feels a little hot, and it's probably more than nervousness now. His eyes glance downwards at the way your hips and ass more as you walk him into your bedroom, unbeknownst to you. He almost has to tear his eyes away from the sight as you speak up.

"I hope that armor isn’t as hard to get off as it looks?"

In your bedroom he watches as you pull off your shawl and throw it aside; But misses the way you glance away a bit nervous at his strong gaze. That same gaze is what keeps him distracted for a moment until he remembers that you'd asked him a question, as you step closer until your chest presses against his own. You had just kicked off your pants, the hem of your top lays just against your thighs as he stutters out:

"Oh! Uhh no it's pretty easy I can get it off in a few-"

He cuts himself off when you start tugging him downward, as no matter what height you are, Wrecker still would have a considerable lead over you. Pressing your lips against his he quickly pushes back, and it's almost enough to make you stumble backwards. But his tight grip on your waist keeps your steady now, as you moan against his mouth. Your fingers attempt to figure your way around his armor but the latches and clips are hidden from view, enough so that it makes you frustrated; Groaning against his lips when you fail to make any considerable progress.

“Yeah, easy. I can’t even figure out where to start…”

Wrecker can't help but laugh, and pulls away just enough to make short work of his chestplate. He peels it off with the ease of a million times done, and after doing so you have to try quite hard to not appear visibly surprised.

Gods, you knew he was built, but seeing him without the chestplate and seeing just how much is startling.

He doesn't let you leer for long as within seconds he's pressing his lips back against yours, and you slowly start pulling him backwards towards your bed. Completely blind once your calves hit the side of it you stumble backwards, and Wrecker goes with the flow and follows you down onto the mattress. His kisses are so sloppy and enthusiastic you can't help but moan and smile against his lips, throwing your top before wrapping your arms around his neck. More than likely your lips are red and puffy now, far into and beyond that ‘well kissed’ look.

The last pieces of his armor are falling to the ground with soft 'thuds' as your hands begin to wander his body, against his arms and collarbone following behind as he frees himself of ever-restricting plastoid pieces. He loves the feeling of your fingers even through the fabric and can’t help but groan in response, especially now that he's free of all his armor; No longer is his cock straining against his tight groinplate.

"You're so soft..." His hand grips your hip and pulls the both of you onto the bed proper, the blankets and sheets wrinkling underneath you not that your legs are no longer awkwardly dangling off the side. The motion almost makes you squeal, given how easy it was for him to just pull you around.

It’s his completely unconscious display of strength that has your heart skip a beat and a gulp of air catch in your lungs, if only for a moment.

"I think you're just so tough."

He chuckles at the compliment, but it gets cut off as you press a kiss to the side of his neck. Your lips are so sweet and soft, feeling your little fingers against his body glove clearly trying to find a seam. Any seam, to try and get the blasted thing off of him. It’s the final piece. But he wants more of you and wants it now, and slowly he pulls away from your face and starts trailing downwards, and you whine as he slips from underneath your hands. They grip at nothing for a moment, as you complain to him:

"Wrecker, take that thing off..."

He's already halfway down your body and seemingly far too distracted by his current goal to do that now, as he manages to make your head go blank when his lips press against the soft skin of your inner thigh. It's surprising how gentle he is; Almost too gentle, as if he's nervous you'll break under his touch.

The muscles of your thigh tense underneath his palm from his surprise kiss, and for a moment he hesitates this largely unknown territory until he sees your eyes looking down at him; Pupils blown out.

You can feel the heat of his skin against you, as his fingers slip between your skin and the fabric of your underwear to slowly pull them off. The cold air hits you with a rush and you shutter, and Wrecker makes you again when his lips finally press against your cunt. He barely gives you time to feel your face heat at how exposed you are, until your mind goes completely blank.

He wastes no time in lapping his tongue between your folds with gusto, deep enough that you can feel his nose pressing against your cunt too. To keep your legs from pressing shut around his head his hands grip your thighs and hold them gently but firm, pressing them as wide apart as they can comfortable go while listening as you writhe and moan underneath him.

Even as you strain against his grip you can’t budge even just a tad; And your enthusiastic reactions only serve to fuel his fire even more. He loves to hear them; Hear that he's doing everything right and making you feel as if he’s the only thing in the galaxy.

"Mmm, you taste good."

His voice is muffled and almost wet sounding, and you were barely able to understand through all of it and the blood thumping in your ears. Your back just barely arches up off the bed before flopping down again, panting as you attempt to push your hair away from your eyes.

“Oh gods, Wrecker-”

It’s so much at once; your heels are digging into the sheets, hands gripping air fumbling for something, anything, to hang onto. His tongue laps at your entrance just teasing you before it flicks against your clit, almost like torture as to how fast the pressure fills your gut.

It seems all of his daydreaming while attempting to sleep in the Marauder perhaps paid off a bit, by how he’s seemingly able to make you writhe against his mouth like this.

As your thighs flex underneath his palms he grips them harder; Pushing them wide enough apart to be just before uncomfortable before keeping them firmly in place, while your chest heaves up and down with panting breaths and cries.

Wrecker can’t help but moan against your cunt following your body as you move in every direction, as he teases you to your peak and over the edge. He feels the way your cunt tightens and flutters against his mouth, leaking even more as you cum against his face. While his mouth slows he still teases you through it, up until your hips are twitching slightly and he can hear you whining about the borderline over-sensitivity.

He wipes his mouth, though some of the shine of your juices still remains. It’s against his lips and the taste lingers in his mouth, with zero complaints.

“Maker, I can’t-” You pant, chest heaving. He’s completely wiped you out; You can’t remember a time you’ve ever felt this limp after sex. “I can’t feel my left foot.”

It’s almost comedic how Wrecker goes from hooded, lustful eyes to looking at you to startled, checking over you.

“Are you ok?! I-” You manage to stop him just before he moves, laughing.

“I’m fine, I’ve just… Maker; I’ve never cum that hard before. Not even close.”

You're content to lay back and pass out, leg still tingling, until you realize that you'd barely even touched Wrecker, after he stirred you up so much. Quickly you wobbly attempt to lean up, trying to peel off his blacks now that you have the chance as he's attempting to wiggle on closer to you.

"I- I'm so sorry I'm selfish I didn't even think about you let me-" Wrecker laughs, shrugging you off. He seems a little, shy about it though, the laugh is somewhat nervous.

"Oh don't worry bout that. I'm, I'm good."

You almost think he's refusing you, before realizing his face is quite heated, as well as the way he adjusts the bottoms of his blacks. The patch of blankets underneath him is considerably wrinkled, far more than around you. But before you can issue any sort of acknowledgment Wrecker flops down onto the bed beside you hard, enough that for a second you were scared for the safely of your bed.

"Besides, all with that runnin' around you made us do I'm tired, and your bed feels nice." You hope it's nice, you spent a decent amount of money on it.

"I'm glad you like it. Hope it's better than whatever's in the clone bases."

"Oh yeah! Way better, those are just shoddy ol' bunks. I can stretch out here, all those bunks are too small."

He doesn't seem to realize even in your large bed his feet are still dangerously close to the end of the mattress, but you don't comment. At least he’s not dangling off, like you presume he would be in the GAR barracks.

"And, there's a pretty lady to hold on to." Quickly he tugs you close, all the way until his face lays comfortably against your chest. An arm wraps around your waist and while you adjust slightly, you already feel so snug and safe, wiggling like a warm tooka cat before closing your eyes.

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It’s the early morning when you wake up, hearing the sound of a comm ringing. It’s almost to dull to notice, muffled quite significantly. It’s clearly not yours, and judging by how the muffled source is coming from the pile of armor in the middle of the floor, there’s no doubt it’s Wrecker’s.

He’s a heavy sleeper however, and it takes a considerable jostling to remove him from the way he’s snuggling you and wake up.

“Hmm?” He sounds incredibly sleepy, only one foot in the waking world. You give him a kiss to attempt to wake him up, but it seems to almost have the opposite affect.

“Your comm is ringing. Might want to answer it.”

While the is teasing, you can’t help but laugh as he groans; Pulling himself from the bed and arms away from you with one considerable throw of his weight. He stumbles over and grabs the comm before quickly flopping back into the bed, and you decide to take refuge laying on his stomach. Your legs lay between his, chin on your forearms as he lets out a tired:

“What?”

It doesn’t take long for the caller to speak up.

“Where, are you.”

The voice sounds venomous, and you can’t help but mumble.

“Someone’s in trouble…” It seems however that your voice picked up, and quickly he changes tone.

“Oh, uh…” Clearly now thinking he’d interrupted something, you laugh and dissuade him.

“Good morning.” The caller groans.

“I wish.” He changes back to Wrecker. “We got a mission. Come back here now, we leave in two.” Of course, he barely gets to enjoy the peace of slowly waking up with you, before he has to pull himself away and go back to the frontlines. He loves the fight more than anything, but now that he has something he likes just as much, it’s not as simple. That moment of silence prompts the caller, Hunter, as Wrecker says shortly after, to speak up again.

"Hurry."

Wrecker quickly slides back off your bed and starts scrambling to put his body glove back on. "I'm hurryin' I'm hurryin'! Geez Hunter!" He barely has it on when Hunter hangs up, and you're trying not to laugh at the sight of Wrecker fumbling around.

"What's so funny?" He almost falls over trying to put on a boot, and you slide your legs off the side of the bed.

"Need some help?" He's still scrambling to get the other boot on, but his chestplate is still... Somewhere.

"I won't refuse it..." You manage to find his chestplate when your feet hit the floor, and it scrapes the back of your ankle. Pulling it out from under the bed and handing it to him, he's back to completely dressed. You never really thought about how he's been in his armor almost the whole time you’ve seen him; Maybe you'd get him something more comfortable as a present next time he came by.

Granted, finding something to fit someone of his size might be a little more difficult than usual.

“I’d walk with you back if I could; But they don’t exactly let civilians on GAR property.” Wrecker attempts to hide his disappointment, but it mostly fails.

“I’ll miss ya,” he says, looking down at you as he stands in your doorway.

“I will too. But I’ll have a surprise for when you come back. So don’t do anything stupid out there.”

Something to look forward to. You don’t have something quite yet, but surely you can come up with something sweet just for him. Wrecker ruffled your hair and you take the opportunity to steal a kiss, before finally saying goodbye. He reluctantly leaves you alone, and you close the door behind him.

It’s still quite early, judging by the dim sun outside so you decide to get another hours rest, walking back to your bed and seeing Wrecker had forgotten something. His helmet; Sitting in the corner of the room partly covered by a curtain. When he dropped it, it must’ve rolled along to end up hidden over there.

With as much energy as you can muster this early in the morning, you snatch it and race out the door, rushing to catch him while still in your nightclothes.

#mywriting #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #reader insert #reader

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crimsun-n-clover · 2 months

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dalia chronicles

i need her so bad dude

like. i don’t. i’m just being weird because i’m bored and she’s my type.

BUT—

i’ve hit rock fucking bottom. i took all the screenshots of her stuff and all the songs off of them and put them in a playlist. because if i was posting “me <3” to thee most obscure song ever?? i’d want people to go check that shit out. and like. understand me or whatever. but that’s what i would want. i’m being fucking weird about this. i think she’d like the attention but i’d actually rather die than give it to her in this dumbass unstable institutionalized way

i just need her to dm me first ONE TIME. not replying to me posting her stuff on my story. like. replying to literally anything else. to justify my behavior.

BECAUSE

HERES THE FUCKING T H I N G MAN

i took mickey to a concert a few days back. twas rad. we saw idkhow. i posted about it a little. when i get home and check my instagram?? i see that i posted us at the concert waiting for it to start 5 hours ago. and dalia posted a question submission box to an idkhow song. 5 hours ago.

WHAT ARE THE ODDS. she’s fucking with me. she’s SO fucking with me. just dm me for the love of GOD and stop baiting me with things. even though it’s kinda why im into you in the first place. fuckin whatever man.

this is literal torture but i’m kinda having a good time ngl

today she posted two stories to the song casual by chappell roan and holy. fuck. dude. that song is SO real.

i’ve felt used so much for my looks and reputation and i was fucking fine with it at the time because if that was all i was gonna get then i should just shut up and be grateful. i was so stupid but i was almost happy. it made everything hurt so much more when it was over because honestly? i was fucking bitter. i wanted nothing more than revenge and numbness. i wanted to hurt her back and keep her down before she can try that shit again. teach her a thing or two about what loss means. it’s horrible to be like that, i know. but it was horrible of her to be showing me apartment listings for us while talking to a guy who was actively homophobic toward me. i’m not proud of what i did or who i am, but fuck being the bigger person. i’m three fuckin inches tall and gonna get in your stupid double standard holding brain until you pry me out yourself and admit what you did.

anyway

dalia posted herself to that song twice in a thirst trappy way. i want to pick her brain so bad. what happened? are you okay?? you deserve better. you’re interesting and talented and deserve every ounce of attention you crave. i’d be happy to give you some if you’d give me permission. i don’t want to be the problem here. the bits of your personality that i’ve seen have been so intriguing to me. i’m enraptured and i want to know more. it’s not purely physical, but it could be if you want it to.

also. why are you so hot it’s not FAIR and how have the last two girls i’ve been dangerously into posted themselves with a star drawn on their collarbone and made my poor gay brain short circuit?? i’m actually in shock about that one ngl. while the lyric “knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?” plays in the background. i hope i die

moving on. ish.

i want to save it but they’re videos and i can’t just paste videos into a notes file like i would with a photo i didn’t want laying around. i didn’t even like the more thirst trappy one because i’m RESPECTFUL. she’s so pretty and i want to drool over her a little. i’m obviously fucking ashamed but if a straight guy did it it would be normal so. whatever. i feel like saving it would be hitting some kind of barrier. dunno what it is but there’s gotta be a limit around here somewhere. or maybe it’s admitting something to myself. that this is a genuine interest but it’s not if i don’t save the video. GOD i hate it here

i feel like i’m objectifying her? like. i’d love for her to objectify me honestly. lick my fucking tongue and get it over with so i can think about it for the rest of my life. she seems to be looking for attention in any way she can get it and that makes me think she would be cool with it. but i don’t want to be that you know? i know how that feels. but i also wouldn’t mind something unserious with her. but i would want more if she wanted more. that’s a fucking LIE i’d want more regardless but i’d take more if i got permission.

i’m kinda sorta maybe the type of person with an avoidant attachment style. something good happens? cool! sounds like bullshit. cash out while i’m high and tuck tail n fucking bolt. i’ll feel like shit about it but if i stick around something bad always happens.

i’m getting. a vibe. that maybe she’s similar. i’m probably just projecting. i don’t know how to describe it, but it feels like everything she does is a wild fucking shot in the dark and then she runs off for a bit until she builds up the courage to do it again. she’ll drop a hint or say something important and then post art and her outfit for a week and do it all over again.

it feels like we’re both testing the water at different times. just “wouldn’t it be cool if. girlfriend? GOODBYE GUYS NICE KNOWING YOU” eventually there’s gonna be an intersection and shit is gonna go DOWN bro. like. added to my lore kind of down. but i think i’m gonna be the one to have to actually make the first move that isn’t liking her stories and i’m gonna blow my fucking brains out. and like five other people will die because of all the suicide pacts i’m a part of.

and then immediately after i get even a DROP of reciprocation i’ll go “damn that’s crazy. fuckin ditto or whatever. i’m leaving the country don’t wait up” OR immediately propose. no in between. i hate it here

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hellishjoel · 6 months

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fic author self rec

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

tagged by the beautiful and talented @undercoverpena (personal kylee note: I'm very thankful to have found a place on the fanfic writing side of tumblr, amongst very kind and talented writers. I only started writing on here in july, and though I've had some ups and downs, it's a hobby that brings a lot of happiness to me at the end of the day. thank you for reading my works and I love you guys :))

✨ talk me down

JOEL MILLER

AH! talk me down was my first fic on here and it totally blew up, I couldn't believe it! I'm really proud of it since it was my first attempt to write smut in FOREVER and I was expecting it to get absolutely no response, but imagine my shock when I watched so many lovely people respond to it by screaming in the tags!

✨what happens after

JOEL MILLER

I feel like what happens after really gave me the chance to reflect on my progress as a writer. I'm really proud of the layout of the story, jumping between present and the previous night with fluidity. no smut, but lots of feels! I'm always afraid to write something with no smut because of the lack of interest for readers who are just looking for porn without plot (which is totally fine!) but I remind myself that this is just a hobby to entertain myself and I don't really care about the reception of it, just the craftsmanship!

✨table for two - slow shift

FRANKIE MORALES

my tft friends I see you! this was my first time writing anyone besides joel miller, and WOW how much fun have I had writing this series! making the environment of a shitty diner and sleazy player frankie morales was a blast! can't wait for many more chapters!

✨psycho - say my name

JOEL MILLER

psycho is a really precious character to me, she feels like my hot unhinged alter ego. her chapters have always been based off requests, so it's been a great way to incorporate my little community! the brat x brat tamer dynamic is a blast to write and I wanted to take this chapter to show the depth of joel and psycho's relationship, that they have their ups and downs but they're also very ride or die.

✨cinnamon girl - off to the races

JOEL MILLER

how could I leave out dbf? cinnamon girl! my first ever series! sometimes it's hard to write because I feel like there's a lot of expectations with it, and I honestly have no idea where it's going to go, but that's sort of the fun is navigating their relationship, the secrecy, the limited time of summer, etc. but dbf was hot for summer, let me tell you that!

no pressure tags, sorry if you've already been tagged, I'm super late to this trend lol @perotovar @bageldaddy @joelsversion @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @agentmarcuspike

#stopkylee #she can't feel emotional compliments #but she tries

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jjhyn · 1 year

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just follow my lead

pairing: johnny suh x reader

genre: slice of life, angst? im so bad at these

plot: you find yourself alone with johnny in his room at a party

warning: slight nsfw, drugs and drinking, reader is peer pressured to smoke

notes: this is a very similar situation to something that happened with me and my ex, i promise nothing crazy happens! pls enjoy! and if you find any typos or have feedback pls lmk!

mentions: mark and jaehyun

words: 1876

a few moments ago you were contemplating going to this party your best friend invited you to. your best friend mark is a 3 year frat member in neo kappa. the two of you are like two peas in a pod, but completely different from each other. mark is a ball of sunshine, making friends left and right, the ultimate life of the party. you, however, are the opposite. a bit more reserved and tend to keep to yourself, mark is truly what could bring you out of your shell. hes been trying to convince you to go to his frats party all week because the two of you had just finished midterms and he thinks you need to get shitfaced this weekend to release some steam.

so here you are now, outside marks frat house trying to get in contact with him so he could come get you at the door so you dont have to awkwardly wander around the house and potentially run into someone you dont want to. you had been standing outside for a couple minutes and havent heard back from mark so you decide you were just going to take a breathe and just walk in. as youre approaching the door and reaching for the door knob, someone opens the door and you meet face to face with the one person you didnt want to run into. your ex, jaehyun. “woah. yn, what are you doing here?” he says halting his steps as he almost runs into you while youre trying to enter the house.

youre just as shocked as he is when he asks you the question, because honestly, why were you there? “um, mark invited me, is he in there?” you ask. jaehyun grabs his phone to seemingly check the time and he shoves it back in his pocket. “yeah, he is. let me walk you to him” he says. “oh, you dont have to do that, its fine.” you respond and he just looks at you before you sigh and follow him into the house. youre walking through the familiar frat house, being reminded of all the times you awkwardly exited the house after a night with jaehyun, cringing at the memory.

jaehyun leads you to the basement where youre greeted with partygoers cheering and a game of beer pong. you spot mark drinking from a red solo cup in defeat and he returns the gaze when he finishes his cup. “yo! yn! i didnt think youd come!” he yells as he waves you over into a hug. “yeah, i thought id come, i didnt have anything better to do.” you confessed to him as you separate from your hug. “aye, jae i thought you were stepping out real quick?” a voice from the other side of the room asks and you shift your head to see who the voice is coming from. johnny suh, 2nd in command and VP in Neo Kappa. “nah, i decided not to” jaehyun responds and mark scoffs at him, “bro, you just decided to stay because yn showed up and youre still down bad for her just say that” mark says jokingly but deep down he and you know its true. “yeah, yeah. whatever. anyone wanna smoke?” jaehyun asks to change the subject. a few nods and “yeahs” are thrown around in agreement. mark asks, “you tryna smoke?”. you quickly contemplate your answer and decline but tell him you’re going to grab a drink and meet them out back where theyre planning to smoke.

you enter the kitchen and grab a drink but not before you take a deep breathe. you didnt realize how much seeing your ex would affect you even though it has been almost half a year since you broke it off. you and mark never really say it out loud so him calling out jaehyun for still having feelings for you was a little jarring. you find your way to the frats backyard and see them sitting around a small bonfire, mark sitting on a lawn chair. you approach him and he asks if you want to sit in the chair hes in but you just shake your hard, opting to stand next to him. you take a sip of your drink when a tall figure approaches you with a chair, “here, have a seat” johnny says with a smile. you quietly thank him and move the chair closer to mark, turning your head away from the crowd to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

everyones been passing the joint around and youve breathed in enough smoke to get slightly high. you close your eyes and shake your head slightly, trying to rid your head of this unfamiliar feeling when jaehyun notices you. “yn, you wanna hit?” he asks. you look at him for a moment before just shaking your head. “oh come on, its just some weed. youre not scared are you?” jaehyun responds and at this point hes getting on your nerves. you dont know if its a combination of the alcohol and the weed in the air or the anger getting to you but you just stand up and walk towards him. everyones eyes on you, waiting to see what youre about to do but you just grab the joint out of jaehyuns hands which shocks him, making him flinch. you take a lengthy puff out of the joint before blowing it back into jaehyuns face. when the smoke clears from obstructing your vision of jaehyuns face, hes got a smug smile on his face. you scoff and toss the joint into his lap and storm back into the house. this makes me panic as the joint was still lit, he hurriedly picks it up from his lap and dusts off the ash from his clothes.

mark watched this go down and stands up to go after you but johnny stops him and just gives him a look, somehow letting mark know that he would take care of it. mark watches as johnny follows you and turns back around walks over to jaehyun asking him why he would do that.

as youre walking back into the house, you have no idea where to go, you couldnt go home because you were too under the influence to drive and your apartment was way too far to walk. you find yourself walking up the stairs and passing by jaehyuns room. you give his bedroom door a kick but whip your head towards the stairwell when you hear a laugh. johnny is halfway up the stairs when he sees you kick the door and he laughs. “what?” you angrily ask. he laughs, “i know you wanted to kick jaehyuns room but he moved to that room.” he explains while pointing to a room a couple doors down. you huff and walk over to the door johnny pointed to and you kick it harder than you kicked the other door. “did that feel good?” he asks. you look at him before sighing, “god, jaehyun is such an ass.” johnny makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand and guides you to his room. you dont put up much resistance because for some reason, johnny made you feel safe even though this was your first real interaction with him. you had known him since mark joined the frat your freshmen year but never got the chance to talk to him.

the two of you enter johnnys room and your met with a warm smell. hints of vanilla and oak. you look around a bit as johnny walks over to his bed and pulls something from under it. you watch him from the door and he invites you over to sit with him on the floor with slight nod. you walk over and sit across from him on the floor. “jaehyun is an ass. i dont know what you saw in him” he says, breaking the silence. he notices you dont respond so he looks up and sees you looking down, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. he inserts his hand with a joint in it into your line of vision and you look up with a confused look. “i know you probably dont really smoke and by the way you reacted to jaehyun forcing you to smoke, i thought i could give you a lesson.” he explains. “a lesson? like on..” you start before he finishes your question, “like on smoking, yeah” he says with a bright smile. this makes you blush, “i dont know, yeah i dont smoke but he was making me so angry i just wanted him to shut up. literally how most of our relationship was.” you confess. “dont worry, i wont force you to if you dont want, but i will say im a good teacher, i did teach mark” johnny says in a slight bragging voice. this makes the two of you laugh and johnny realizes how pretty you are, especially when you smile.

“okay, fine. professor johnny, what do i do?” you ask while grabbing the joint from his hand. “woah, slow down. dont get too ahead of yourself pothead” johnny says after you snatch the joint from his hand. the two of you are laughing for a moment before he holds your hand in his and puts the joint to his lips, giving it a light with his other hand holding the lighter. youre just staring into his eyes as he lights the joint, breathing in, and holding it in lungs, before slowly breathing out. “just like that.” he says without breaking eye contact. you open your mouth to respond but nothing seems to come out. he notices your hesitance and says, “here, just follow my lead.” hes still holding your hand that holds the joint when he brings it to his lips and takes another puff. he uses his other hand to bring himself closer to you and softly holds your chin open and he slowly blows the smoke into your mouth. when hes released the smoke from his mouth into yours, he says, “breathe in. slowly.” and you follow orders. “good, just like that. now slowly breathe out.” and you do exactly that. the smoke clouding your vision of his face and when the smoke fades you see johnnys face, a lot closer than it did before with a smile that made you realize how handsome he was. “see, youre a natural” he compliments you and youre brought back to reality, blinking yourself out of a daze. “no, youre just a good teacher.” you tell him and he chuckles, sitting back down. “i told you im a good teacher” he smiles at you. a sudden wave of confidence whelms you and you crawl towards johnny and sit on his lap. you take a hit from the joint and connect your lips with his. his hands find themselves holding onto your waist and you grab onto his neck as he deepens the kiss. when the two of you separate, johnny breathes out and releases the smoke into your face, making you giggle. needless to say, you spent the rest of the night in johnnys room, getting to know each other, getting high, kissing, and just following his lead.

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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Little blurb from my brain about the origin of villain!Jack- instead of being a ghostly spiderhero, he was actually a college intern crushed by the collider. The impact killed him but fused him with one of his alternates, so he's got ghost powers and is technically dead. And two of the same person.

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"Hey, buddy," Karin called softly at the door. "I uh, I made pasta. Again. You want me to bring it in?"

A muffled, pathetic sounding refusal barely made it past the threshold. She twisted the knob regardless, for once thankful that their cheap dorm buildings didn't have locks on the internal doors. The room was pitch black and eerily silent, clothes and books strewn about as usual, but the glasses of water and plates of food left untouched for days was concerning. Karin sighed as she set down the umpteenth plate, trying to clear space for food she knew her roommate wasn't going to touch.

"I know... I know what you went through wasn't pretty, Jackie, but you gotta eat something. We're all getting worried about you." She sniffled.

Another dismissive noise came from the heap of blankets piled onto the twin sized mattress. She grabbed a few plates of moldy food, grimacing as the smell hit her nostrils. She glanced around again, noting that the mirror on the back of his door had been covered by a jacket, and the doorway leading to the bathroom showed another covered mirror, this one with a sheet. His curtains had been drawn as well, and any other reflective surface covered or gone. Her heart ached for what he was going through.

"Do you maybe wanna come eat with us? We're just gonna watch a movie and stay in tonight. Do some homework maybe? I got yours from your classes."

The form burrowed deeper into the bed before croaking out a barely audible "No."

Karin shook her head, giving up and heading toward the door. "I just... we miss you man. And honestly we're worried sick. It was a scary collapse, I know. But you're okay, and that's what matters-"

"I'm not okay." A growl from the dark. "Don't ever tell me I'm fucking okay."

She stood back, shocked at the change in tone. "Okay, fine... we'll be here when you want to emerge from your nest. Or whatever. Sorry. Just, eat something for once." She left, the door shutting softly.

Jack whined, curling in even tighter on himself as he heard his best friend and roommate leave, the smell of pasta hitting his nose and making his stomach turn. Food had all but lost its appeal despite the audible hunger of his body. Ever since the day the collider collapsed he'd barely been able to function, let alone eat. And it was hard, in this... different body of his. No one had seen him since the incident; Alchemax had terminated his internship and his boss, mentor, and one sided crush Dr. Johnathon Ohnn had gone missing- presumed dead- and his whole world felt like it was ripped out from under him. But if he didn't at least take a couple bites, he knew he'd regret it later.

Jack sat up slowly and gingerly, his joints aching as his bones popped from days laying in bed, hiding from everyone. He hated doing this to the people who loved him, but he felt he had no choice. Until he could find a way to get his most valuable possessions and leave without being noticed, he was stuck. He walked over to the plate of spaghetti and almost laughed. If the meatloaf the other day had been impossible, this was going to be a circus. But still, he tried to take a bite, the smell almost too acidic for his new, more sensitive nose.

And failed, the noodles just sliding from the left side of his lips to the right, caught by... nothing. They hit the floor and he groaned in frustration. Another gummy protein bar for dinner didn't sound very good, but nothing did anymore. What he did manage to eat all tasted the same, like soggy, gritty cardboard. His tongue was completely smooth, devoid of any tastebuds, and his high powered nose made it ten times worse, picking up on all the worst notes of everything.

Jack gave up and set the fork down, instead walking to the bathroom and flicking on the light. He hissed at the sudden brightness, shaking his head and squinting his eyes, feeling his vision almost tunnel. Removing his jacket and shirt, deciding instead a hot shower might do some good. It wouldn't clear the chaos in his head but it might quiet it, if only for a moment. He reached a shaky, pale hand up to the mirror, and pulled down the sheet.

Looking back at him was a monster. At least, he thought so. Palid, blotchy skin, a mottled mix of his normal tan, peachy tone and some off-putting grayish white, split down the center like some kind of chimera. Looking at his eyes, they were a heterochrome nightmare; one jet black, the iris and pupil both gone. The other his old, gentle forest green, though miles more bloodshot. Whether it was the lack of sleep or his new normal, he couldn't tell.

What made everything worse though, and what scared a poor couple half to death as he struggled to make it home that night, was his mouth. When the collider exploded, pieces of it flew every which way, and one of those ways was directly into his unsuspecting face, crushing his cheek and jaw and almost killing him, almost instantly. So now he had a gaping hole from mouth to ear, leaving all of his teeth, his tongue, the entire inside of his mouth visible from that side. The irony of it was he had been forcibly meshed into another version of himself, a more alive version, and he'd healed too quickly together. Now he walked, literally half dead and half alive.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #itsv #into the spiderverse #villain oc #spidersona #johnathon ohnn #the spot #ideas #i still dont know what his villain name would be #my poor little meow meow #jumping jack

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