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prove it to me ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: "I'm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that." Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who's constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once you'll play into his game and prove that he's no more average than the rest.

Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x fem!reader

AU/genre: PWP, smut, humor, fluff, one-sided e2l, friend of friends, oneshot (for now?)

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 5.3k+

Warnings: arguing, swearing, sexual tension, denial of feelin’s, kook’s kind of an @$$ but he got some truth to him, oc's jaded & not buying into kook's bs, myg being a good friend then ditching lmao, kook likes calling oc petnames, kook is bunny boy

sexually explicit content: dom!jk, switch sub!reader, semi-awkward first kiss, unprotected s*x (pls stay safe everyone!!), teasing, foreplay, dirty talk, some manhandling, rough sex, t*itty suck, f*ngering, penetration, cunnilingus, doggy, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), kooks calls her pretty girl, some degradation/dumbification (sl*t calling) & oc has bit of an actual dumby moment but she's still fairly rigid, but not a full brat? Lmao idk

Now playing: Monster in me, Breakfast, LOUD

A/N: ahdjsj?c it's here! 👉👈 a thousand apologies that this is out way later than planned! Uni getting most of my time 😟 But its here and I'm so pumped to share it with you guys!! Hope you enjoy 😗💕

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Jung freaking kook. Just look at him sitting over there, half-naked and wet. Sure, he’s got a towel thrown over a shoulder but it’s so small it’s doing fuck all to dry him off. Obviously he chose it on purpose. He thinks he’s such hot shit but you think he looks like a drowned rat.

And look! He’s got Namjoon’s apartment floor drenched with the pool water he tracked in! Man, if this was your place you’d be handing him a nice mop and bucket right about now.

"They were begging me to go a fourth round, but I was winding down, y'know?" Jungkook's voice echos obnoxiously off the walls. You mentally roll your eyes. He’s got a big mouth too. This must be your twentieth time hearing the same spiel about his little rendezvous with two chicks during undergrad. News flash Jungkook, you're not a god!

The guys are into it, though. You scan the room. Hoseok's on the verge of drooling, and Jimin can't stop grinning. Namjoon and Seokjin are leaning back in their seats, slight smirks pulling at the corners of their mouths. And Taehyung? Don't even get started on him. The man excused himself for the bathroom about ten minutes ago and is still yet to return.

Men. You decided to spend your one free Saturday with men.

You should have accepted Soyeon's offer to go drinking instead. This was the downside of being one of the only females in this so-called "friend group". None of your girlfriends were here! Sure, other women were around, but they were far too busy slinging themselves all over that perfectly chiseled bod–no.

Don't finish that thought.

Lots of guys go to the gym, __. Jungkook is nothing special. These women are obviously brainwashed; unlike them, you don't have time for his little boy games. It's time to get out of here.

"Okay, well, I'm heading out. Nice seeing everyone," you say, rising from your seat.

Jimin whips his head around. "What, already? We haven't gotten to the good part yet."

“There’s a good part?" You scoff. “Or, you mean Jungkook making girl number two squirt all over the bed? Heard it before, don't need to hear it again."

"It was girl number one," Jungkook butts in, eager to correct.

Whatever. You swing the apartment door open, phone and keys in hand. "See most of you on work Monday." You allow the door to slam behind you.

"She okay?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, wheels turn in his head.

"Don't worry about her. Work's probably got her beat." Namjoon cracks open a can of beer unfazed.

Jungkook nods, chewing on the bottom of his lip. "Does she–"

"The answer's no. __ doesn't need a good fuck, so put those thoughts away."

Shit, Jungkook swears internally.

Monday morning comes like hell on your doorstep. You're groggy when you wake up, barely getting to the shower. You considered skipping the ritual entirely but couldn't, not with how gross you felt. Project deadlines were right on your tail too, so you needed to either slap yourself awake or kiss your precious job promotion goodbye. You choose the later.

"Hey Minji, how are those files coming along?" You round the corner of the small office. It's 10 o'clock now, and everyone is typing, scanning, copying, and making phone calls until steam comes out of their ears.

"Almost finished." Your coworker, only a few years younger, responds. "Just have to tie up some loose ends, and then I'll hand them to you for review."

"Great. Thanks for–" You pause when you catch a slight grin spreading across Minji's face. Despite all the chaos today, Minji's definitely been the most cheerful. "You seem really happy today. Something good happened recently?"

Minji suppresses the grin and squeezes her palms in her lap. “Nothing in particular. Just glad to be a part of the team."

"Yeah, right!" Hoseok sends a knowing smirk, nearing the two of you. "Someone had a busy night last night, huh? It's okay. __ is cool. You can tell her anything." Once close enough, your coworker pulls you into a casual side hug.

You grimace. It feels weird while at the office.

"Do you mind?" You shrug him off. "It's work hours."

"Well, actually," Minji starts, cheeks rising. "It's nothing like that. I'm going on a date tonight. I'm just a little excited."

Hoseok's mouth forms an 'o', eyes widening. "Really? Who is it?"

"Uh, his name's Jeon–"

"Jungkook?” Jimin’s head pokes up from across the cubicle. Eavesdropping as usual.

"No…," Minji replies. "Who's Jungkook?"

"He's just a close friend of ours." Hoseok gestures between the three of you. “He’s Jeon Jungkook.”

"He's only you guy's friend," you say bitterly. Considering that player as a friend is pushing it for you. Really pushing it.

"C'mon, what's with you and Jungkook?" Jimin says, shooting you a borderline glare. "You've had bad blood with the guy since you met him.”

"Oh, don't start with me Park,” you fold your arms. "You know exactly why I feel the way I do."

You think he'll have a comeback, but he doesn't. Jimin simply sighs and returns to his work. Figures he'd be the one to jump to Jungkook's defense. The man practically idolizes him. That, and he's been best friends with him for the past eight years. Loyalty sure has its perks.

"So! If it's not Jungkook, who's the guy?" Hoseok asks, hoping to switch the topic around.

Minji jolts up in her seat. “Wonwoo," she says. “His name’s Wonwoo. We ran into each other at a friend's birthday party last night."

"Well, good luck with him tonight," you reply, returning to your office. "I'm sure it'll go well." Enough small talk. You have a whole seven hours plus of work left.

6:45 p.m.

The clock on your screen blinks at you. Everyone's gone home by now, and so should you. But you're still here, fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.

“__, go home already." Your finance officer, Min Yoongi, stands in the doorway, resting an arm against the frame. He's got his soft, leather briefcase in the other hand; yes, the one you got him for his birthday a couple months ago.

Yoongi was the only person in your department who often stayed as late as you. He looked like he was on his way out, though. Must have gotten what he wanted done. "I'll get there eventually," you say. "Just finishing some reports for our meeting tomorrow."

"What reports? They're all done."

"Well…my reports."

"You mean, the ones that we don't actually need?" He quirks a brow.

"They're extra just in case. There might be something off, and this might help." Yeah maybe you were making shit up to keep yourself busy, so sue you. What else were you going to preoccupy your time with? You already polished off the last pint of cookies and cream ice cream.

"You're cute." Pushing off the doorframe, Yoongi nears your desk. "You know boss doesn't look at them."

"You never kno–"

"Hey." The authority in your co-worker's voice makes you straighten your posture. "Let's cut the bullshit." In a moment of urgency, he leans his body between you and your computer.

"Excuse you?" You shove his shoulder with both hands, but he stands firm until your computer goes pitch black.

"Here's what we're gonna do." You're gently pulled up and out of your seat by the wrist. "I'm gonna get a drink, and you're coming with me."

The man gathers your coat and bag, slinging them over a shoulder. You feel your legs being lifted off the ground soon after. "I can walk, you know." You reflexively kick your feet in protest. It's been a while since he's picked you up like this.

Yoongi switches off the light and makes his way to the elevator at the end of hall. "Not right now, you can't." He pushes the button, calling it up.

"Ah look at you," you purr, locking your arms around his neck. "Someone's been watching k-dramas after hours. Trying to confess or something?"

He enters the elevator for both of you, amused by your playful remark. "I consider you my friend, __. But if I were trying to confess, I'd just come out with it. Subliminal messaging isn't really my thing.”

Understanding his notion, you close your mouth. What were you supposed to say to that?

You aimlessly watch as the woman pours freshly shaken alcohol into a short, round glass. She finishes the concoction by sticking an orange wedge along the rim. A cocktail, a classic but timeless favorite. Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey and tilts his head towards you. "Whenever you're ready to spill your guts, let me know."

"Hmm? I don't have anything going on." You down a shot yourself. "Nothing to spill here."

He gives his glass a gentle swirl, liquid splashes against the sides.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing's wrong," you say.

He sets his glass on the bartop, straight-faced.

"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at. We just came for a drink."

"It's him, isn't it? Bunny boy with the six pack."

Your nose scrunches knowing exactly who he's referring to. With little thought you give a short 'no'.

Yoongi stares at you nonchalantly. "Nice try, but I'm not an idiot, __. I don't know the guy that well, but I know enough that he's been on your mind a lot. You've been real prickly towards him too. Something tells me he's the reason you've been burying yourself in work lately.”

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just committed to my work. You know me, Ms. married to her job and all." You feign a chuckle. "I assure you, Ju–he's the furthest thing from my mind."

“Mhm...right." He hums unconvinced. "Tell me ms. married to her job, why won't you say his name?"

"Because-" You cut shortly. "I'd rather not think of him right now. Can't we talk about something else or drink in peace?"

He reaches for another taste of his burning liquor. "Alright."

Minutes pass before either of you speaks. You and Yoongi do this often, and you cherish it quite a bit. Sitting in silence after a long day at work soothes both your minds. But the man was right. Your mind isn't settled at all. No. It's buzzing with constant deadlines, family expectations, social commitments–

"Okay it's him!" you blurt out, earning the attention of a few passing diners and even the bartender herself. Shoulders slouch as you grip the glass in front of you. Your eyes shift to your right, side-eyeing Yoongi, silently staring back at you.

"Jungkook...he’s just frustrating,” you finally say. “Fucking this girl, fucking that girl. Do you think I wanna know how many places he's stuck it in? No, I don't. But does that stop him?“

You down your second shot.

"He's been going on about the same lay for three years now. Three years, Yoongi. Honestly, how long's he going to keep it up? ‘They were begging to go again’, like who fucking cares?!” Blood boils through your veins.

A third shot.

"I mean, how good can he be? If you asked me, he's average! Average Jeon Jungkook with probably an even more average dick!”

“Damn, you’re pretty feisty angel.” A man slides on the stool to your left. “Calling me average and everything. Kinda hurts my feelings y’know?”

You nearly choke picking up the man’s voice and scent– fuckin' Jungkook.

You swivel to face him. “Drop the pet names Jeon. I'm not your angel, and I seriously doubt I’m wounding any so called ‘feelings’,” you spit. “Why don’t you take your ego somewhere else…” You nod at the group of women gawking in the corner. Jungkook follows your gaze before meeting your eyes again.

"Not interested," he shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh wow, really?” Maybe sarcasm wasn’t the best way to go but since when did Jungkook start passing up overly eager women…shocker.

"Don't be insulting, __. I probably sleep around a lot more in your head than in real life."

"Please, who are you fooling," you reach for your fourth shot. Jungkook steals it out of your hand, however, shaking his head.

"No, no, no." He sets the glass on his other side, furthest from your grasp. "Someone might be getting a little ahead of herself."

Teeth clench. Is he patronising you?

"Do you mind?" The words spit out of your mouth. "I'm trying to sit and have a nice drink with my friend."

"And what friend would that be?" Jungkook leans forward in his seat, sparing a glance past your figure.

"Yoongi."

"Oh, him…hate to break it to you but he left with some woman earlier.”

You turn around immediately. He's gotta be messing around but damn– Yoongi really left you. That little snake. He'll be hearing from you tomorrow.

Rising from the barstool, you snatch your belongings and make your way to the exit.

"Where are you going, __?” Heavy feet patter after you, following you to the parking lot. "Just 'cause Yoongi's gone doesn't mean you have to leave."

"I'm going home, Jungkook. 6am comes awfully quick." You want him to take the hint that you don't wanna stay but no such luck. You're instead blocked in your path, Jungkook facing you square on. He's a little close, but it doesn't matter. You'll just push around him.

"Alright, I'm sorry!" He wets his bottom lip. "If I've been too explicit about my private life, I'm sorry.” You watch as he rubs the side of his neck. “I tend-I tend to get carried away, especially around the guys. But after hearing what you said back there, I realize I should chill a little."

"Congratulations, you've figured it out.” You stare blankly at the man. “Can I leave now?" Brushing past him, you open your car door and jump inside. Dumb apology.

Fingers reach to shut the door, but Jungkook grips the rim, propping it open. "That can't be all." He leans down, shaking his head. "You clearly have some kind of vendetta against me and I'd like you to tell me why…please."

You blink up, patience running thin. You’re wondering what you should say to get him off your tail, but the longer you linger the more it’ll look like you’re staring. And heaven knows Jungkook gets enough eyes on him as is, especially with his biceps bulging from his shirt.

Not that you’re paying attention or anything but take tonight for instance with those women ogling him in the bar. Like, did he have to wear a white tank top tonight? Show off.

“You’re so arrogant,” you say, clenching your fists. "You act like you're the best thing this world's ever gotten."

It’s obvious that your words strike a cord inside Jungkook. His face, riddled with concern and protest. 'Him, arrogant? What on earth is this woman talking about?' his eyes say.

"That's not true. When have I ever acted like that?"

Baffled. That’s what you are. It takes every ounce of gull left in your body to step out and meet the man at eye level.

"You're kidding. What do you call the constant retelling of your college fling then? Because you sure love the pedestal it gives you! Must have heard it fifty fricken times by now."

"Okay, maybe a bit then, but like I said I just get carried away. Lost in the moment if you will. The guys wanna hear it anyway, and it's just one story, __. Hardly enough basis to say I love myself or some shit."

"But that's exactly it, Jeon. You think everyone will worship at your feet just because you have that one story, a bunny like smile, and the body of a–"

"Woah, wait a second. Did you say worship at my feet? I get you're pissed off at me but come on, that's a bit much."

"It's n---shut up Jungkook!" You snarl. How dare he interrupt you after demanding you to tell him what's wrong. "Don't you ever get tired of running your mouth all the time?!"

"Me running my mouth? You're the one yelling sweetheart." His icy tone sets you off.

"Listen asshole, just for once, can't you just listen! You're so average, fuck!"

"Alright babe, I hear you, damn!" His eyebrows knit together. "And stop saying that I'm average! I'm not, okay?"

"There you go again, acting all entitled with that over inflated ego. I said it before and I'll never stop saying it–you're an average fuck! I don't care how many people you get in your bed."

Jungkook paces backwards, fingers laced behind his head. He cranks his neck back and chuckles. "Oh sweetheart, that's where you're so, so wrong."

"No idea what you're talking about," you say, unmoved.

He steps forward, complete disregard for your personal space. His breath heats your skin. "You absolutely care who I'm with...who I'm talking to...and especially who I'm fucking." He places a hand on the roof of your car. "You care so much that it's eating at you, bit by bit."

You do all you can to ignore the way the back of your neck fires up and how your heart picks up as he speaks but–dammit, this isn't the time! He's messing with your sanity. Or maybe, it's the shots kicking in. Both likely. Either way, you’ll be damned if you let him catch on.

"Fuck off Jungkook!" You push against his muscular chest. The force should have sent him stumbling back, but it only makes him slightly jolt. Courtesy of his rock-solid form.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right?" He traces down your figure. “ 'Cause you're scared of what will happen once we get close?”

Palms sweating, you struggle to form a proper response.

Option A: No, you're not scared in which Jungkook will likely challenge you.

Option B: Yes you're scared in which you let Jungkook be right and your efforts will be in vain.

Or Option C, what you've been doing all along: Fuck off!

Lust clouds over Jungkook's eyes as you remain motionless.

"How 'bout you prove it to me." His voice cuts through your contemplation. "That I'm wrong, that you don't want this, and I'll do the same for you."

You know exactly what he's insinuating– a one night stand. You swore you'd never give in to his antics. Then again, you never thought things would escalate this far either.

But if you agree to sleep with him now, you'll look like a hypocrite. And what of the countless speeches you made about not wanting to be another one of his swooning, giddy women? Still… it's not like you want to sleep with him. And if you do sleep with him, and he's average after all, you'll finally have something to testify to.

That'll knock him down a few pegs.

"So…" You hear Jungkook drawl. "Is that smug expression you got on a yes?"

"Hurry up and unlock the door,” you snap, manners going awry. “I wanna get this done as soon as possible.”

"Relax will you.” Jungkook fiddles with his keys, nearly dropping them with every shuffle. “So bratty when you’re down to get some.” He ushers you forward once managing to crank the door open.

You ignore his snide remark, taking in the spacious room. “Don't tell me that's your bed,” you say. There, in the middle of the living room was a mattress. It was on the smaller side but not in bad shape. If that’s where Jungkook intends to give it to you though, you’ll gladly walk out.

“Seriously?” You're thrown a slightly pissed expression. “It’s for emergencies, okay? My room's down here." He breezes down the hall adjacent to the living room. You follow.

“Better?” A lamp switches on from the corner of the bedroom. The room’s a little bare but you can’t complain, at least it was clean.

"Yeah, its fine." You flicker your eyes at Jungkook, arms length away. Chest tightens, legs begin to shake.

This isn't a dream. You're fully conscious and you're about to jump in bed with Jeon Jungkook.

Inadvertently, you pause down at his lips–they look soft.

Oh fuck it...you can’t stomach anymore delays.

Feeling the adrenaline, you shake your coat off and toss it on the chair to the side. You march up to Jungkook next, grip the fabric of his shirt, and smash your lips against his.

It's unusual at first, sloppy even. You're moving your lips the best you can but it's a struggle getting into a rhythm. Likely because you've never kissed each other before, let alone made out.

The temptation to snort at how ridiculous the whole thing must look jabs at you. But it's when you feel Jungkook smiling through each kiss that it hits you like a ton of bricks–your lips have been the only ones moving.

"So that's how you kiss huh?" Breaking apart, he stares down at you, tongue in cheek. He's teasing you.

Rather than give an answer you smirk and twist the fabric of his shirt. You press your lips to his again but this time it's with more confidence and determination. A heavy grunt falls from his mouth and rough hands grip your hips as teeth clash against teeth.

"Fuck, slow down baby," Jungkook pants between kisses.

You ignore his plead and card through his hair with both hands, yanking on his soft, black strands. "I'm not your baby, Jungkook. Remember that."

Your back slams against the door instantly, knob rattling at the sudden pressure. With one hand, he anchors your wrists above your head while the tatted one wraps tightly around your waist. Saying this isn't turning you on would be a lie, a big fat lie.

"What do you want me to call you then?" Your thighs squeeze together when you feel his bulge brush against your center. His pecs graze atop your breasts too, causing a shiver down your spine. "Can't call you baby, can't call you angel."

You bite the inside of your cheek and gaze at Jungkook through your lashes. A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your chosen silence.

"Guess I'll have to figure it out along the way."

He inches forward, capturing your lips. His tongue licks the seam before pushing in the crevasse. Though you fight, you can't stop from moaning into his mouth.

You find your thoughts drifting to all the other places you'll feel his tongue tonight. Maybe on your neck, or your breasts, inside your thighs–fuck. You're about to soak your panties to bunny boy.

One by one, you feel the buttons of your silk blouse being pulled apart. The delicate material pools at to your feet in seconds, leaving you in your lacy white bra.

"Pretty," Jungkook plays with a strap before bringing his hands down to cup the swell of your breasts. "Not what I expected though...thought red was more your color." He flashes a cocky smirk.

"Very funny, Jung–"

You gasp when his thumbs start swirling tiny circles around your clothed nipples. "How hard are they?" He says.

"Take it off and find out."

"Fuck.” He squeezes your breasts. "You sure?"

Once giving a nod, you're pulled to the bed. Jungkook guides you on your back before settling himself around your waist in a straddled position. When he leans forward to reach behind your back, you feel his length poke you.

"Mm," you muffle a small moan.

He raises a brow. "What's gonna happen when I'm inside you huh?" The straps of your bra sweep off your shoulders. Cool air hits your breasts, nipples pebbling instantly.

"I can take it," you say.

Jungkook's eyes dilate at your bare breasted state. "Sure you can babe." The tips of his fingers graze along your sides. "Cause I'm just an average fuck yeah?"

His palms cup the underside of your boobs, squeezing lightly. He then lowers his lips to the ridge of your ear.

"Gonna make you come by your tits pretty girl." Your back arches as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh.

"Jungkook-"

"Fuck," he hisses. "Rolls off your tongue just right." He trails from your neck down to your naval, leaving open mouth kisses along the way.

Your core twists at the warm sensation. You wanna tell him not to leave marks but something inside you secretly hopes he does.

Jungkook traces back up your torso, giving your buds a few flicks with his thumbs before taking one between his lips. He sucks firmly, switching between breasts. Occasionally you let out a yelp when his teeth tug at them ever so slightly.

You desperately want to rub your thighs together due to the wetness pooling between them but the weight of Jungkook straddling you doesn't allow for much movement.

“Be a good girl and stay still," he says, cocky grin plastered on his face.

You're not a good girl, you pant back though your nearly frozen body would say otherwise.

A few more flicks of his tongue and you know he's made you come from your tits as promised.

Jungkook leans back on the his knees. "I really wanna fuck them now." He tugs on a nipple playfully but you slap his hand away.

"Don't even think about it," you say. "They're sore enough".

"You liked it though."

"Well no shit, I came didn't I? Can't believe it," you mumble under your breath. "Anyway, it's your turn now. Take your shirt off," you nearly demand."

"Even after coming, you're still a fiesty little kitten." He brings his arms around his waist. Your core tightens as you watch the white tank top lift up his muscular upper body and over his head.

"Satisfied?" He studies your expressions.

Instinctively, you trace down his sweaty build; starting with the collarbone. You work your way over to his shoulders after until his pecs draw your attention. And then his diaphragm, leading to the ‘v’ outlining his pelvis.

"Take them off too."

Jungkook gives you a pleased look. "Wanna see how average my cock is?"

You move to an upright position, face close to his. "More like wanna see what it can do." You snap the band of his sweats. "Hmm, what'd you think about that playboy?"

Jungkook's cock twitches. He needs to be inside you before he blows a load in his pants here and now. He gets up from the bed, hooks his thumbs in his sweats and pulls them down along with his briefs.

Alarms go off in your head as his half-harden cock is yanked out of it's confinement. It slaps against his abdomen, tip glowing with precum.

Swallowing, you fiddle with your own pants. It's huge and it's going inside you.

"What if I told you I wanna taste you first?"

You pause your movements and peer up at the man. "You mean...down there?"

You wanna slap yourself from how naive you sound but the thought of Jungkook's head between your legs was an affair you'd never predict to happen.

"Yeah pretty girl," Jungkook quips. "There."

"Uhm," you breath, stomach doing somersaults. "Okay."

He settles between your legs this time, panties kicked off in some odd corner of the room. He gives your inner thigh a kiss before running a finger up your slit.

A lusty moan leaves your lips.

He pushes in a moment later, making you gasp for air. Another finger pushes along side it and after a few pumps he's perfectly stimulating your g-spot.

"Jung-Jungkook fuck!" You grip the sheets from under you.

He brings his thumb over your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. "Am I doing it right __?" He's teasing again.

You nod vigorously. "Don't stop...please. Don't you dare stop."

Jungkook hums in approval, low and breathy, but retracts his fingers from your soaking cunt. They're quickly replaced with his tongue however, licking a broad stripe up your folds. The action is repeated over and over until your once again digging your nails into his scalp.

"M' gonna come," you say with a shaky voice.

As if an invitation, he dips in your heat. A string of profanities spill out.

Shit shit shit, you chant as you release on his tongue.

Jungkook lifts his head up from between your legs and wipes his mouth off. "You're fucking sexy." He presses a deep kiss on your lips, long and messy. "And you taste sweet too."

"Fuck me," you nearly beg. "And call me a slut while your at it."

"You su–"

"You don't have to use a condom either. I'm on the pill."

"Real–"

"Yes Jungkook."

He shifts back from your body, chest inflating and deflating. "On your hands and knees then."

As soon as the words leave his mouth you flip over, your full backside in his view. Did you feel exposed? Hell yeah. But that's part of the fun.

You turn your head over a shoulder to see Jungkook inching behind you. From this angle you feel so small. You bite your lip, anticipation driving you wild.

"Don't forget what I asked for earlier playboy."

Hovering over your back, his breath tickling your skin. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you pretty girl?" His length brushes between your asscheeks.

You whine.

"Jungkook–"

All at once he aligns himself with your hole and thrusts himself in. The fullness of the stretch has your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck, you're so big," you moan.

"Yeah? You like this," he grunts, starting off a steady pace. "I knew you would." He nips your ear. "Cute how dumb little sluts like you think they know what they want, but really, they don't have a clue."

Your breathe hitches, squeezing around his length. "What about---fuck---assholes like you who decide what others want before asking?"

The bed jolts forward. You cling to all you can to steady yourself.

"It's not really deciding for others if they already want it, is it?" He snaps his hips. "I'm merely helping them, like an asset."

"Shu---god fuck!"

"Deny it all you want but we both know how hard this little pussy's clenching around my big, fat cock. Been wanting this for a while hasn't it?" Beads of sweat drip from Jungkook's brow. His wavy, black locks dangle in front of his eyes.

Helplessly, you start rocking yourself on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect sync.

"Holy shit–" Jungkook groans. "You get me so fucking turned around. Can't even be in a room with me for five minutes before you're clawing for a way out but here you are, desperate to take my cock."

"What can I say," you barely gasp, beyond wound up. "Can't stand arrogant jerks like you."

He snorts. "But you'll sure fuck 'em won't you? Slut."

Walls tightening, knees shaking, it takes only one last hard thrust and you're spasming around him.

Jungkook coaxes you through your high with broken grunts. "Fuck, you feel so tight and warm around me. Gonna come pretty girl? Gonna come all over my cock aren't you?"

"Jung---Jungkook!"

"It's okay sweetheart, you can do it. Fucking cream it."

And you do.

With his cock coated with your cum, Jungkook fucks through his own high. "Hang in there __, I'm almost there," he says, thrusts sloppy.

Once he releases into you his body grows limp on yours. A small yelp tells him to slide out and off you.

As you lie next to each other, panting heavily, you're the first to break the silence.

"I think I've proven my point. You gonna shut up about your story now?"

"I don't know which point that would be but sure," Jungkook turns his head to the side with a lazy smirk. "I'll shut up about the story. I have a new one on my mind anyway."

God what have you done. Uncaged the beast, that's what.

A/N: thanks for stopping by, happy to hear your thoughts ☺💗

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sturniololoco · 5 months

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could you write a sturniolo sister fic where matt gets a girlfriend and the sister is the closest with matt but the girlfriend is horrible to the sister and when she tries to tell matt he doesn’t believe her and they get into some kind of argument until matt hears his gf say something to the sister?

Sister In Law Gone Wrong

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: language, an annoying bitch?

Note: I'm so sorry if your name is Brittney btw

SLS/N's POV

Moving in with my brothers was exciting, but hard. especially when I found out Matt has a girlfriend.

In my eyes, no one deserves them. I always envisioned my brother's girlfriends, or boyfriends for Nick's sake, to be just as kind as my brothers are.

But Matt's Girlfriend was an absolute bitch. And I haven't even been there for three days.

It was my third day in my new home. My brothers have been helping me unpack all my stuff for the past couple of days, and we were finally finished.

I was so excited to be done because Matt promised me that we would go play putt-putt at his new favorite spot in L.A.

I was getting ready to go, throwing on some cargo jeans and a cropped sweater. I walked downstairs and Chris walked over to me, giving me a spin, saying,

"Damn sis! you look bad!"

I playfully hit him on the shoulder and covered my red face as Nick and Matt began hyping me up with Chris.

I walked over to the couch and sat down next to Matt. I was about to ask him when we were about to go when the front door opened and hells began clicking up our steps.

Matt's girlfriend, Brittney, walks into the room.

She walked in like she owned the place, throwing her purse on the table and laying across Matt's lap, covering half the couch.

"Are you ready to go or what?" She asks Matt, sassily, while pulling out her phone, opening Snapchat, taking a selfie with her tongue out, and then posting it to her story.

"Uh, we're going somewhere?" Matt replies, looking as though he has no idea what she's talking about.

"You're taking me to dinner, I'm hungry," Brittney says. "You will take me, right Matty?" She says, giving him a pout and taking in a baby voice.

"Uh, I mean yeah sure. Lemme get me keys." Matt looks at me guiltily as he makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing his keys. He quietly mouths I'm sorry to me as he walks down the stairs, following Brittney.

I give him the most reassuring half-smile I could muster before he's gone, and I hear his car pull away. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and emotion stabbing at the back of my throat.

But I quickly try to wipe them away as Chris comes and sits next to me. But to my surprise, he pulls me into a hug and says,

"I know kiddo. It's ok if you're upset, I would be too."

I press my forehead into his chest as he cradles my head, willing the tears not to come, but a few slip out. I pull away from Chris's embrace.

"I'm fine! I'm good, really! As long as Matts is happy I'm happy." I say, trying to move off the subject before my disappointment settles in even more.

Chris nods, giving me a sad smile as he stands up.

"Hey why don't I order pizza and we can play Monopoly?" Nick says, trying to lighten the mood. I nod, smiling. Might as well make fun out of a crappy situation I thought to myself.

After about 2 hours of monopoly, three slices of pizza, and a bowl of ice cream later, I was getting tired. I yawned and stood up, telling my brothers, that I was heading to bed.

"Sweet dreams kid," Chris says, ruffling my hair as I hug him goodnight. I then walk over to Nick and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"'Night!" He says.

"Oh, when Matt comes in, could you tell him goodnight for me?" I ask my brothers before going upstairs. They glance sadly at each other, then say they would. So I walked upstairs to get some rest.

Chris's POV

About 30 minutes after SLS/N went to bed, Matt walked up the stairs, throwing his keys on the table, and then flopping down on the couch.

"Wow. Nice of you to join us, especially when the one person who wanted to hang out with you has already gone to bed! Brother of the year right there!" Nick says sarcastically, saying exactly what I was thinking.

Matt rolls his eyes, and mumbles,

"Relax, I'll make it up to her" Matt gets up and walks to his room and shuts the door. I look at Nick and we both sigh in defeat.

SLS/N's POV

I'm awake early the next day, around 8:00. None of my brothers are awake yet, so I decide to cook breakfast. I get out our mini waffle maker and the Bisquick. I also decide to make some bacon and sausage.

Not long after I start cooking, I hear the front door creek open, and foot straps come from the stairs. I turn to see Brittney.

What a great way to start my morning.

She struts into the kitchen and takes a waffle off the stack, then digs through the fridge for the syrup.

"Is this keto-friendly?" She asks me.

I shake my head saying,

"Um, it's Bisquick."

She rolls her eyes sits down and begins to eat. She eats nearly the whole thing before pushing her plate away and saying,

"What the fuck is this shit? you think people will actually eat this?" She laughs at the disappointed look on my face.

"I can make you something else if you like," I say, being way too nice to someone I want to slap across the face. Before she can answer, Matt walks into the kitchen, looking sleepy and disheveled.

"Oh good you're awake. Can we pwease go get Starbucks Matty? She says in a baby voice. Matt nods and she practically skips to the car, leaving her dirty dish on the table.

Matt walks over and gives me a hug. He must have noticed something was wrong because he said,

"You okay? Your eyes are lookin' watery."

I look down and say,

"Have you noticed that your girlfriend is a little mean" But I instantly regret saying that.

"SLS/N! How could you say that! Just because the attention isn't on you anymore doesn't mean you get to say that about her!" H says, raising his voice, which he never does.

He spins around and walks out the front door, leaving me there in the kitchen. The tears well up in my eyes as I began to clean up breakfast, throwing away all the waffles I already made.

I didn't want to be by myself this morning, especially after the breakfast flop. I walk downstairs to Chris's room.

The door is cracked and dim light is coming from inside. I knock lightly.

"Come in," I hear Chrls's morning voice say. I enter the room to see him lying in his bed watching his phone. I walk over and crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. He notices something is wrong the minute I lay down.

"Alright, spill it, kid." He demands

I told him everything that happened this morning.

Matt's POV

I get into the driver's seat, flustered due to my argument with SLS/N. I hear Brittney sigh, and I look over at her.

"Why are you in a mood?" She asks, giving me a pout. I run my fingers through my hair, and say,

"My sister is just being a little difficult is all."

I hear her scoff and let out a low chuckle. I look over at her confused.

"Yeah, no shit. She's such a little brat. And she can't even make a waffle right." She keeps scrolling through her phone as if she doesn't even realize what she's saying to me, SLS/N's brother.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked, feeling stupid for not believing SLS/N.

"You heard me, I said she's a brat." She replies, popping the gum in her mouth.

This was a new feeling for me. I've never felt so upset or mad. I remember all the times I let SLS/N down because of some stupid girl. I'm such an idiot.

"Get out of my car," I say through gritted teeth.

"What- but- Matty, baby c'mon, you know I didn't mean that!" She struggles to correct herself, but it's too late. The damage has already been done.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Car." I say, one last time. She flings her car door open and runs to her car, speeding out of the driveway. I quickly run back inside, trying desperately to come up with a solution to make it up to SLS/N.

SLS/N's POV

Still snuggled into Chris's side, I heard the front door open again and footsteps walking closer.

Matt peeks his head inside Chris's room, where we are. He clears his throat and says,

"Hey, um Chris, do you mind if I talk to SLS/N for a second?"

Chris looks at me and I nod. He stands up and brushes past Matt while he walks out of the room, mumbling,

"Don't fuck this up."

Matt walks over and sits next to me.

"I...I'm sorry. I should have listened to you over Brittney. I was stupid to think that my little sister would ever do that and I was wrong." He starts tearing up a little at the end of his apology.

However, I was happy that I had my Matt back again. I quickly give him a hug, knocking him back onto the bed. We giggle and laugh as we wrestle.

"And if it's okay with you, I'd like to make it up to you. How does putt-putt sound kid?" H asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yay!" I shout, standing up and jumping up and down on the bed, only to be tackled again by Matt.

That night Matt and I went on a little brother-sister date. We went Putt-putting, and Matt won both rounds of course. Then we went to get ice cream before heading home.

We laughed and danced to music in the car, happy in each other's company again.

Guys! School got canceled again tomorrow! I'll try and post some extra for you this weekend and finish some requests!

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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🍯Soon enough you'll be at 1k followerssss

I had the idea of a lute x female reader where they use a strap for the first time (reader receiving or both receiving). I think it could go well with prompt 7! Sooo, that's my request :)

(She does not get enough love 😭)

Thank you dearie~♡ I'm happy ypu all enjoy my works~♡♡

Also ironically almost all my lute asks are quite similar- all great minds think alike i suppose ~?

Warning(s): straps(referred to as dick), filthy smut, established relationship, mate talk(?)

gonna jump right into this one~

Lute x f!reader

"No"

Is what you again said grumbling ignoring how your girlfriend- your mate grumbled behind you with a deep sigh "but- come on. It'll be fun I swear I'll be gentle-" lute grumbled out watching you closely

That- made you stop turning to face her "lute baby I love you all of you but.. your not gentle baby~ yoy always bruise me leaving me sore after we.. but add a strap to it? I won't be able to walk even more-!" Making her smirk snickering

"That a bad thing dove~?"

"Lute" you huffed, glaring over at her. "No, that's final," you grumbled out, hearing her yet again grumbling, annoyed, moving to lay on the couch slumping with that familiar frown on her face

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to making dinner, letting your mind wander. Now, curious. What would it feel like? Would she be rough or in an odd mood. Gentle? You hummed flushed sighing as your mind went south. How her lips feel against your skin. How she knows how to ruffle your feathers(litterally) with a deep sigh you turned to her silently

"Fine, we can try it"

At that? She jumped up eagerly, going to you spilling out jumbled words making you sigh dodging her hug

"No. Eat first it's dinner time I didn't make your favorite dinner just for it to get cold qnd wasted." Headed to the table, Lute following closely wings fluttering in approval kissing your neck

"Then after I'll rock your world~"

Stopping, you scrunched your nose. "You've.. been around Adam too much again, " snickering at her flushed embarrassed face, barley dodging her wing, attempting to hit you "HEY-" giggling at her reaction

Not a second after you set the fork down after the final bite did Lute eagerly lifted you up ignoring your whines of the dirty table "I'll clean it later. Wanna have my fun now" she huffed out carrying you into your shared room pushing you onto the bed kissing you deeply swallowing your questions before whining when she felt you push her away. Looking ag you almost annoyed "what?"

"Shouldn't you- like I don't know.. grab the strap?" You huffed flushed, looking at her smirk as she reluctantly got off you, glancing at you with that knowing look. Huffing you quickly stripped knowing that's what she wanted waiting for her- seeing her biting your lip you moaned at the sight "fuck baby-" you stopped at the sight of the strap

"What~? Like what you see?" Moving onto the bed opening your legs wide for her snickering at your awestruck expression

"will it fit?" You stuttered out making her hum rubbing your waist slowly rubbing the tip on your entrance in thought collecting your slick

"It'll fit. I'll go slow ok?" She whsipered out softly. Kissing you gently- Slowly pushing into you, stopping halfway before pushing fully in waiting for you to give the go ahead

"o- ok, you can move~" you gasped out softly, humming softly she slowly moved, holding your hands linking them together before smirking, kissing you deeply, moving to bite marking your neck up pounding roughly into you "wait~ lute- sl-slow down~" you sobbed out whining loudly begging for her tearfully flushed

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" she growled, pounding into you roughly hands pinning yours to the bed, roughly kissing your bruised lips, making you moan crying out for her begging for her. The familiar sense of possessiveness in lute struck her. Made her more smug(if that was even possible) "Go on my mate say it or.. I'll stop~"

Smirking leaning back rutting into you rougher relishing in your whines- your cries the moans you let our begging for her. Huffing watching you closely kissing your tears away as your whines grew louder "-please~ lute~! Too- too much~" moaning out loudly against her

At that, you sobbed, shaking your head, moaning "I- I can take it! I swear!" You whined out rocking your hips up to match hers the best you could wings fluttering at the heated stare she gave you- smirking pounding faster in you she clicked her tounge

"Thats my good girl~" she purred out, marking your neck up, leaving bites so everyone knew yet again. Your hers. Her mate. Her lover. Just like she was yours. She couldn't help the possessiveness despite how everyone already knew from how you both wore the others' feathers, marking you as the others mate

Huffing, she hummed, leaning back, holding your waist tightly pounding harder fucking you into your shared bed "maybe you- you should fuck me everywhere in this house~?" You choked out moaning making her hum snickering letting her hands wander acrossed your body-

"You'd like that huh~? Being fucked? Claimed by me? Your mate in every inch here? Remembering how good I made you feel?" She growled out her wings puffed up smug at being such a good partner. Such a good mate for you. "Maybe I'll fuck you in your office? While you're on call?" She hummed in thought, leaning close, nipping at your neck groaning, panting heavily in your ear

"Please~?" You smirked, knowing you're playing a very dangerous game. Yet. You don't mind it. Not one bit. "Claim me~ make me yours again and again until everyone knows for sure who has my body and soul~." Making her hum smirking

"What about your heart ~?"

Making you gasp at the sudden lack of movement "you-! You have it! Who else would~? g-gonna-!" Making her hum begining her relentless pace yet again smirking seeing you cum around her strap- she hummed her pace never stopping not nor truly upset until you couldn't speak. Couldn't

"Who indeed~?" Snarling as she took you - taking you in your guys bed how many rounds did she drag from you? You weren't sure but she didn't stop until the only thing you could say? Was her name. Smirking kissing you roughly swallowing your broken moans

Sobbing out, you clawed at her arms. Body sore from the many marks and the attention she gave you "lute- lute please? Im- I'm gonna please? Hurts~" you sobbed out making

"One more. One more time and I'll let you rest ok?" She cooed out panting her own legs shaking from the little to no break from her fucking into you. Making you release over and over "so good for me~ doing so good for me~"

Nodding you pulled her impossibly closer to you kissing jer deeply before Cumming in a silent scream arching your back slumping on the bed completely spent. Feeling her finally stop pulling away cleaning you up gently

"That's my good mate~ god I love you~ you did wonderful~" laying next to you pulling you close to her chest "Rest later I'll fuck you in the kitchen~" causing you to sigh breathlessly nuzzling into her chest

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dingochef · 8 months

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Not much, being ill, talk of periods, Jake Seresin being too fucking perfect, fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: The double whammy of being on your period and having a cold puts a wrench in your plans to go out with Jake. He surprises you in the best way in showing how caring he can be.

I needed some Jake fluff after having to deal with finally getting COVID this past week.

Part of the Jake and Elsa Universe

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Closed for Renovations

Jake: Hey doll. When can I pick up your fine ass tonight?

You: This fine ass has got to bail. Double whammy of lady parts closed for renovations and I've got a cold. You probably don't want to hang around this mess.

Jake: Is closed for renovations a clever way of telling me you're on your period?

You: Yes

Jake: Let me restate the question, what time do I show up on your doorstep with Mama Seresin's famous chicken noodle soup, chocolate, and other reinforcements?

You: You're serious?

Jake: As a heart attack or in this case a period cramp

You chuckle as you read Jake's latest message. You're surprised that Jake is all in on spending time with you while you're both sick and on your period. Most of your past boyfriends gave you a wide berth when Shark Week was upon you, some finding it "gross" or "weird". As annoying as it was, it was also an easy way to gauge the maturity and long term potential of any guy. Right now Jake was pulling into a very clear first place.

It's still early on in your relationship, a few weeks after the craziness that brought you together. New enough that you're still encountering a lot of firsts and navigating the intimate details of a blooming relationship. Your period being one of them.

You: I stayed home sick today, any time is good for me.

Jake: I'll swing by after work with ingredients.

You: Sounds great.

Jake: You're great

You: 🙄❤️☺️💋

With that settled you turn back to your cup of tea and trashy reality TV. Somewhere along the line you must have fallen asleep because you awake to a gentle knocking on your door and the TV screen asking if you're still watching. You sit up abruptly, realizing Jake is here and your house looks like a NyQuil commercial with tissues and every kind of tea imaginable strewn out on the counter.

Resigning yourself to the mess you peel yourself off the couch to answer the door and let Jake into the house. When you open the door, Jake is holding two large grocery bags filled with food and has his phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder.

He mouths,

"Sorry," just before he speaks into the phone.

"Yes, Mom, I got the fresh thyme, although I think Elsa has some growing on her patio. Speaking of which, I'm at her house…"

He nods agreeing with his mom on something,

"Yes, she is…someday, yes, love you too, Mom. Thanks for the help."

A small smile creeps on your face as you listen to the exchange between Jake and his mom, his love apparent for her. You reach out and take one of the bags from Jake so he can hang up the phone to come inside.

"Talk to you later, Mom," he says as he follows you into the kitchen.

Just as you place the bag of groceries down, Jake comes up behind you and gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"How ya feeling, El?"

"Okay," you respond, obviously congested.

"How about I get you another cup of tea, and you can keep me company while I make my Mom's literal county fair winning chicken soup," Jake offers putting the kettle back on the stove. You sit at the bar and watch Jake as he unpacks ingredients from the bags.

"County fair winning? That's still a thing in Texas?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs,

"Yes, it is and it's serious business. My grandma is still peeved at her neighbor for taking the 'good apples' from the tree that grew on both their ranches and winning in the apple pie category, 30 years ago."

The kettle whistles and Jake holds up the box of lemon tea next to the stove in question. You nod and he prepares a cup of tea and slides it across the counter.

"Thank you, so do I get to know the secret if you're making it in my kitchen?" you ask.

He grins,

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But you can watch."

With all the soup ingredients on the counter Jake hauls two last items out of the bag.

"I didn't know if you were a milk chocolate or a dark chocolate fan, so I got some of each," he offers, holding up two giant chocolate bars.

"Oooh," you coo, "What if I said white chocolate was my favorite?"

Jake grimaces slightly,

"Is it?"

"Haha, no. I don't consider it real chocolate and reserve it only for foofy lattes from Starbucks," you reply, his facial expressions easing.

"That's good, that could have been a deal breaker," he laughs.

"Gimme, please," you say, pointing to the dark chocolate bar.

"A woman of sophisticated tastes," he teases, handing you the bar.

"Don't spoil your appetite," he admonishes, pulling a cutting board out of the cupboard. He dons one of your aprons over his khakis. Jake prepares tidy rows of carrots, celery, and onion as he talks with you about his day.

Soon, savory smells are wafting through your kitchen as Jake pours the rest of the chicken stock over the neatly chopped vegetables.

"This is where it goes to the next level," Jake says, piquing your interest.

"Do you have flour, eggs, milk, salt, and a rolling pin?" he asks.

You nod and direct him around the kitchen.

He takes the flour and scoops out some into a bowl following it with two eggs, a dash of salt, and some milk. Using a fork, he stirs the ingredients into a shaggy dough. He sprinkles more flour on the counter and turns out the ball onto the counter. Flouring up his hands he kneads the ball for a few minutes. The way his strong hands and forearms push and pull at the dough sends your cold medicine addled, and apparently lust filled, mind in a different direction. You've never wanted to be a ball of dough more in your life right now.

"That has to rest for a few minutes. More tea?" Jake asks, smirking, as he breaks you out of your naughty daydream.

"Yes,..umm, tea. Please," you stutter.

"What are you making?" you finally ask as Jake heats up the kettle again.

"Homemade egg noodles for the soup," he answers, nonchalantly.

"Homemade noodles? Wow."

"I said it was next level," he replies back.

"That is next level. No one has ever gone to homemade pasta level for me before," you answer, in awe of this amazing man in your kitchen. Jake turns around from the stove and the kettle, a wistful look on his face. He walks across the kitchen and slides his hands around yours where they rest on the counter. He leans over to kiss your forehead sweetly.

"That is a travesty, because you are definitely worth the effort, you are homemade noodles worthy, El," he says, so earnestly it makes you tear up a little and laugh at the same time. (Which you can only blame on the hormones of your period only partially.)

"If I knew how to make homemade noodles I'd make them for you Jake Seresin," you say.

"My nonna would be happy to teach you, but you'll just have to watch and learn for now," he breezily says, taking the rolling pin to the pile of dough. You tuck the mention of his Nonna and presumably meeting her and what all that means into the back of your brain to think about later. He pushes and pulls on the pin, flattening the dough out to a thin layer before he slices it up into skinny noodles. Jake grabs the mass and slides them into the boiling soup.

"Just a little bit longer," he says, working to clean up as you wait for the soup. You watch him contentedly as you sip your tea, enjoying his form and just how comfortable he is in your kitchen wearing a frilly floral apron. A gift from Beth when one unremarkable boyfriend broke up with you because,

"All he really wanted was a housewife, not someone more ambitious than him." Beth had written in the card, "Goodbye to the bastard, be your own trophy wife." You smile at the memory, a reminder of how much your relationship with Jake is better than anyone before him.

A few minutes later, Jake ladles out the steaming soup and slides a bowl over the counter to you. Inhaling the wonderful smelling steam in through your congested nose it almost feels magical the way it opens up your airways.

"This smells amazing," you gush, happy to be able to breathe again. He sits down on the stool next to you, his body turned towards yours so his legs can tangle with yours.

You lift the spoon up, heaping with noodles, vegetables, and some chicken to gently blow on it, trying to cool it down. Jake is watching you intently and hasn't taken a bite yet waiting for your reaction. Finally satisfied that you're not going to burn your tongue, you take the much anticipated first bite and it is perfect.

A fresh burst of herbs, the salty savory stock, and then the buttery smoothness of the noodles are all perfect. You close your eyes, it's that good.

"Wow, this is so good," you gush, enjoying the slight blush and sudden shyness on Jake's face.

"No wonder your mom won the county fair."

"I'm glad you like it, eat up. It's practically medicinal," he urges you. You hum in agreement and savor the delicious soup, your appetite finally ignited for the day. You and Jake sit in comfortable silence finishing your meal.

You go to stand up to clear the bowls, trying to feel useful, when a familiar stab of pain shoots through your torso from back to front.

"Ahhh, shit," you groan, collapsing over your belly and crossing your arms. Jake stands up immediately, concern on his face,

"El, are you okay?"

You stand up, still grimacing,

"Yeah, fine, just Aunt Flo being a bitch."

Jake smiles gently and rubs your back,

"You've got a lot of witticisms for being on your period. You need some painkillers or a heating pad?"

The mention of a heating pad makes you light up with hope and then immediately scowl when you remember that it broke last month and you haven't had a chance to replace it.

"I've got some ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I forgot to get a new heating pad," you inform Jake, glumly. Jake's face lights up,

"I've got just the thing then," he says, rubbing your back one last time before he steps away and grabs the last grocery bag. He holds up a box of heating pad patches.

"I wasn't sure you had a heating pad and I've used these for muscle strains before…," he trails off talking as he takes in your face. You are definitely full-on crying, like maybe ugly crying, you can't believe this is your life.

"El, are you okay?" he asks, gently pulling you into his arms, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you sniffle into his uniform shirt, trying to avoid the ribbons, thinking those would be a bitch to clean snot out of,

"You," you add.

Jake laughs, his sense of confidence unfazed by your comment,

"Me, I'm what's wrong? What are you thinking sweetheart?" he asks, tightening his arms around you as he starts to slightly sway in a comforting way. Another gentle kiss to your temple makes you sob a little.

"How are you so amazing? You cooked for me, brought me two kinds of chocolate, and brought back up heating pads. I bet there's both Tylenol and Advil in the bag, too."

He chuckles and you can feel him nodding in agreement. You lean back and wipe your eyes,

"I'm just a little overwhelmed, no one's ever really taken care of me like this…wanted to more importantly. Like I don't deserve this. Oh my God, I'm so sorry for crying." Jake reads the panicked look on your face and pulls you back as you try to retreat,

"Listen to me, El. You are worth every bit of effort, every bit. You understand?" he asks, sincerely waiting for your response. You nod, not sure what to say.

"Not to disparage your past taste in men, but they sound like they fucking sucked. I can't complain that they didn't realize what a treasure you are, because I got the chance to show you."

You sniff, taking a deep breath to get your emotions under control.

"More importantly, you're the first woman that I've ever wanted to take care of, be there for you. Make you see your true worth. You make me want to be a better man, El. I love you," Jake says, earnestly his eyes imploring you to believe him. You meet his gaze and stare back into those intense green eyes for a few seconds before closing your own for a second to stem the tears.

"Okay, Jake. I love you so much. So much it overwhelms me sometimes. God, I'm such a mess today, hormones and viruses are not being kind to me today," you say to Jake wiping away the tears.

"It's okay, El. You're my mess and that's what matters. I'll be here to take care of you when it gets messy, always," Jake reassures you, his arms still wrapped around you. You rest your head on his chest, letting his love envelop you.

"How about this?" he asks as you look up, "Grab some Advil, wash your face, and I'll get one of those heating pads, some chocolate, and we can snuggle up on the couch and watch whatever cheesy rom com or trashy reality TV you want. I'm gonna change into some sweats, okay?"

"Sounds perfect, although you might regret giving me carte blanche over our viewing choices."

"Never."

The rest of the night is spent cuddled up on your couch with Jake watching Pride and Prejudice. Between the warmth of Jake's embrace, the Advil, and the cozy heating patches you fall asleep not too long into the movie. You're awoken by a quick succession of text notification sounds. Jake puts his phone down when he sees you awake.

"Let's head to bed, El," he whispers, kissing your temple. You nod sleepily and he scoops you up bringing you to bed. The last thought you have before you fall asleep again with Jake wrapped around you is that for a day that started kind of terrible it has ended up kind of perfect.

Bonus Content Jake's Text Convo with his Mom.

@kmc1989

@starswholistenanddreamsanswered

@mayhemmanaged

@callmemana

@dempy

@hangmanscoming

@lanie-k

@callsign-viper

@senjoritanana

@djs8891

@atarmychick007

@memoriesat30

@midnightmagpiemama

@mygyn

#top gun maverick #hangman #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin x you

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I don't get how you portray Marinette. Timebreaker, Canon Mari goes to race and just kind of hopes she'll make it back in time, SL Mari, it's not her fault, the client was early. Kung Food, Canon Mari doesn't have a good grasp on the language and has to use the translator but SL, she does but is just too nervous. I don't like Chloe, but Marinette is an annoying stalker who abuses her Miraculous to sniff Adrien's pillows. You exaggerate Chloe's bad traits but ignore Mari's in the same breath.

Well, to start, by the nature of the AU I eliminated two things from Marinette's life: She's not Ladybug and she doesn't (didn't?) have a crush on Adrien.

"Timebreaker" - She's not Ladybug, so she's not as scatterbrained about her promises. She didn't forget about making the banner, she has nothing distracting her from planning her day around her obligations. And hate to break it to you but Nadja being early is canon. It happened in the actual show, as well as Marinette setting alarms to make sure she'd get home on time.

"Kung Food" - okay so you caught me on fudging with canon there, but c'mon, how many fans have complained about how ridiculous it is that Marinette doesn't know basics of her 1st Generation Immigrant Mother's language and has to be taught it by the white boy? That was a problem with the writing, not Marinette, and I still made her inadequacies with the language match Marinette's character by basing it around her anxiety and propensity to fumble her words.

And again, I eliminated her crush on Adrien and for two seasons she didn't have a Miraculous to "stalk" Chat Noir with, so, who's pillows would she even be sniffing?

So that's the practical out of the way, let's get to emotional. Bruh, Marinette is flat out my favorite character and the show goes out of it's way to shit on her enough, I'm not going to do the same. This AU was built on the salt of that bullshit Chloe "redemption" in Season 2, of course I'm going to come for her. What's the old classic? Oh right,

Don't Like? Don't Read! ~❤️

#not even touching on how many times the word 'stalker' is thrown at Marinette with absolutely no idea what real stalking victims go through #ok anon

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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What are canon Aemond’s three kids tantrums like? Whose more likely to throw them, who’s lasts the longest and how do Aemond and reader deal with them?

Ohhh this is such a good question friend!! I read this ask earlier today but I've been thinking about it most of the morning, SO!

Elaena:

She is by far the one that throws the most tantrums because she's the most independent/energetic of the three, and Aemond is very overprotective of her, naturally, as she's the first daughter.

When she's little, she throws tantrums when she has to attend her lessons with the Maesters, and when things don't go her way on the first try. When she's getting fed up and bored during balls and royal gatherings, or when she's just not allowed to go out and play beyond the limits that she's allowed to venture into. When she's made to eat things she doesn't like. And at first, when the twins were born and her muña was tired and couldn't play with her as much as she used to.

At first, Aemond and reader are a little bit afraid of being too strict and causing their daughter to resent them, so they coddle her to the max during a tantrum, but they end up noticing that it makes Elaena think that she can get away with it.

Through lots of tantrums that escalate in length and intensity, they learn that it's all about balancing the coddling but also the discipline, and Elaena has to learn to keep her composure when things don't go her way, whether she likes it or not. It's a learning curve though, Elaena is the firstborn after all.

The older she is, like, when she's a teenager, the longer her tantrums last because she gives everyone the silent treatment for a week. This ends up being problematic in the sense that Aemond goes scarily serious: "You want to avoid talking about your problems with us, then fine. But I'm gonna respond with the same treatment you're giving me so you realize that this is not the way to treat others." So he stops talking to her as well. That's when he's absolutely had it with her. He'll never yell, but it definitely hurts more when he goes all cold and distant.

So it ends up creating this tense bubble in which neither is talking until Elaena breaks and knocks on her parent's door looking very regretful and sad to have been so bitchy with her family.

Aeron

For Aeron, I'm imagining that reader and Aemond were kind of surprised and perplexed at how calm he was? he rarely cried as a baby, would sit very still during family affairs, and always played well with his siblings.

So the first time he throws a tantrum, they're like that Pikachu meme, just staring at him with gaping mouths, while Aeron is on the floor kicking his legs and crying, and they're completely lost as to what to do.

And it was the silliest thing - either his shoes or his pants fit him too tight during a ball or a trip, and he was too polite to say because the clothes were tailor-made specifically for the thing. But he just COULD NOT stand it anymore, he wanted to slip into his pajamas NOW.

Aemond and reader have to escort him out, kneel to his level and ask him what's going on between his cries. When Aeron explains, Aemond and reader lowkey want to laugh, but reader takes Aeron in arms and carries him off to their apartments while Aemond stays back with Elaena and Vaella.

He's totally a mamma's mom like his father before him, and he feels more comforted by his muña every time.

And during some other time (still a toddler) he was getting fussy and antsy until he started to cry because he wanted to be served dessert, and was already sickened of eating boring ass food during a banquet sl;kdjflkjg.

When he's older, he starts getting a little bit annoyed with Elaena, because they both want to be the best dragon riders and sword wielders in the family, so they butt heads at times (even when they love each other).

So after a particularly nasty fight, Aemond had to sit them both down and explain that there's absolutely no reason as to why they can't aspire to similar things. That rivalry between siblings is poison to a family. Having similar interests makes them more powerful when they join forces, not the other way around.

Vaella

After Elaena, Vaella is the one to throw most tantrums, but it's far different than her sister in the sense that Vaella will cry and whine when she's made to go out of her comfort zone.

She's the shyest kid of the bunch, especially when she's still a baby/toddler. She's afraid of many things and doesn't like to feel pushed into them, even when it's for her own good.

The first time Aemond and reader took the kids out to swim, Vaella threw the biggest fit because she didn't want to separate from Aemond's arms as she was afraid of the ocean.

With Vaella in arms, Aemond slowly started to swim towards the deeper part of the ocean to try to push her, and she just couldn't take it, she was inconsolable.

At the shore, he shook her shoulders and very sternly said, 'Listen to me, Vaella. You have to be brave and conquer your fears, my girl. What will you do when your muña or I are not here anymore!?" But that just made her cry even more slkfjlkjgd

She also throws tantrums every time she has to attend a public event because she loves to be cozy in their private apartments and feels very weird and awkward socializing in general.

Aemond is the one to constantly give her pep talks, and it's about the only time he's truly stern and strict with her. It hurts him, because he knows how sensitive his girl is, but he also understands that he'll do her more harm if he doesn't give her the little pushes that she needs to grow.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen hcs #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond's children #hotd #house of the dragon #headcanons #my writing #aemond targaryen fanfiction #my oc: aeron targaryen #my oc: vaella targaryen #my oc: elaena targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #ewan mitchell

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viscerax · 2 years

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Hey I'm back agian with another ask lol sorry if im being annoying but I was just wondering if you could do a finney x fem!reader where he had wrote a letter to the reader trying to confess his crush to her and as he's walking over to her locker to slip it into her locker but one of his bullys take it and read it out loud to the whole hallway so he's super embarrassed and he starts getting teary eyed but reader is listening to the whole thing so she gos and tries to stop it but he didn't know that she was listening so he gets embarressed and runs away and hides and starts crying out of embarrassment and the reader finds him and comforts him telling him she feels the same way (sorry that was really long and probably dosnt make any scence my grammar isn't very good)

Love Letters

Finney wasn't really a "romantic love confession under the moonlight" kind of guy. He was always nervous, and talking to girls definitely wasn't easy. His palms would get sweaty and his cheeks would flush, and his words would come out in a messy and stuttering slur.

So, he opted for the second best option, which was to write a letter, slip it into your locker, then turn heel and run. Gwen practically sat on his shoulder at home, coaching him in what to say, and letting him borrow her glittery gel pens and stickers.

And today was the day. He walked down the halls, head hanging low as he read the two words written in fancy calligraphy on the front of the envelope, "For Y/n."

Just as he approached your locker, he felt someone rip the envelope from his hands.

"Hey, Finney! Whats this, huh?" Matty, one of Finneys most common bullies snickered as he observed the envelope. "Oooh, is this a love letter! I didn't think you were into girls." Matty snickered, and Finney tried to snatch the letter back, but Matty quickly moved it away from Finney, causing Finney to slip and almost fall onto Matty. Finney was shoved back, and he almost fell flat on his ass.

"Let's see what this says, hm?" Matty tore the envelope open, and Finney already felt tears begin to well up.

"No! Don't!" Finney cried but it was already to late, as Matty and his goons were snickering.

Matt and Buzz pushed Finney back again when he tried to grab the letter and he fell backwards and onto the ground.

Matty snickered and put on a high pitched, girly voice to mock Finney. "Dear Y/n, I'm writing this letter to tell you something thats been weighing me down for a long time! I've had a bit of a crush on you ever since 5th grade, but I've always been to shy to say anything." Matty looked around at the crowd that was forming, and Finney felt his chest get heavy as more tears spilled. He was practically frozen in fear as he looked around at the faces looking at him, mocking him and laughing at him. "Oh man, Finney! This is rich!

"You are so beautiful! The way your eyes sparkle, and the sun shines down on your skin. I always love hearing you cheering for me during my baseball games. If you want, maybe we could hang out soon. As a date. Sincerely, Finney Blake." Matty laughed loudly, and it felt like the room was closing in on him. Finney immediately stood up, breaths coming out in panicked huffed as he grabbed his bag, pushing people aside and running away from the crowd. He didn't care about where he would end up, he just had to get away from everyone. He had to get away from the prying eyes, and the laughs, and everyone laughing at him, for what? Having feelings for you?

He had never felt more embarrassed or pathetic then now, as he sat with his knees pulled against his chest, back leaning against the scratchy brick wall. The back of the school seemed to be his safe space, ever since the bullies found him hiding in the bathroom stalls, he had to find a new hiding space, and this is where he found himself. The gravel beneath him was uncomfortable, but that was the least of his concerns.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, making little wet spots on his jeans. He heard crunching of gravel and looked up to find you slowly approaching him, his tattered up letter held delicately in your hand. Finney quickly wiped the salty drops that welled at the corners of his eyes, trying to pretend like he wasn't just crying, although it was very obvious to anyone with eyes.

"H-hey, Y/n. D-did you n-need something?" Finney murmured, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"Finney..." you sighed and quickly plopped down next to him, staring into his eyes with a remorseful expression sprawled across your face. "Are you okay?" You frowned as Finney nodded, plastering a smile across his lips. You handed him the note, and Finney immediately cringed. "This was a really sweet note, Finney."

Finney sighed and took the note,nervously fidgeting as he looked away from you. "I-uhm, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you in person, but I ended up chickening out. So I wrote this and I was just gonna put it in your locker. But then Matty-"

"I know what happened. I saw it. I don't think Matty or his goons will be messing with you anytime soon." You chuckled and held up your fist, which was bruised and irritated, and bleeding a little bit, the remnants of a fight. "I wish I just could've read it, instead of you having to be embarrassed like that-"

"I get it if you don't like me back! I m-mean, I'm just kind of a loser, a-and kind of a nerd. A-and you're just s-so perfect! S-so if you don't return the feelings, I get i-it." Finney sighed, his smile slowly fading into a frown as he stared down at his shoes.

Suddenly, he felt your thumb run across his cheek as you wiped a tear off of his face, and his face warmed up, a red blush accumulating across his cheeks as you gently cupped his face. "I really really like you, Finney. I would love to go on a date with you sometime." You smiled and turned his face to look at you. He had a shocked expression on his face, and you leaned in, gently placing a swift kiss on his lips.

His heart was racing, and for a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming. He just couldn't fathom that in any real world scenario that you liked him, and that you just kissed him. But here he was, staring into your eyes, a warm smile spread across your perfect face, and he knew that somehow, this was real. That somehow, by the mercy of whatever God was up there, you reciprocated his feelings, and Finney could not have been happier.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #finney shaw #finney x reader #finney blake

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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1. Hello, I've been struggling to find a fic, which is Annoying me since i think it was fairly popular.. all I remember is that WWX was helping out JGY and liked him, up until he ran in on him trying to kill Rusong, since he had health-monitoring talismans on people he cared about.. There was also a big reveal where he ran with Rusong to Lotus Pier, and Huaisand with I think XXC and SL came to warn JC that WWX is alive, and WWX started laughing? Please help, it's driving me crazy xD @yumehbby

FOUND! Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves (M, 96k, wangxian, canon divergence, graphic depictions of violence, Secret identity, sharing a bed, literal sleeping together, suicidal thoughts, angst w happy ending, blood & injury, hurt/comfort, caretaking, fluff, power imbalance, JYL lives, not everyone dies au) sounds like Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves; most of the scenes described happen in chapter 10.

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2. Hello I need to employ the services of your fic finder! There’s this fic I read not that long ago with thief!lwj and assassin!wwx and they were living their best domestic life together while also not knowing about the other’s occupation until lwj was kidnapped by the wens for stealing from them and then wwx went to bust him out. I remember there were three chapters, lwj pov, wwx pov, and lwj pov again, and I feel like it was a relatively newer fic but idk. I do know I found it on this blog but I cannot for the life of me find it again. I loved it and I wanna read it again so fic sleuths help me pls I’m desperate

FOUND! all the problems we could solve by Stratisphyre (T, 20k, wangxian, modern, getting together, fluff, humor, violence, meet-cute, identity porn, thieves au)

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3. Hi! I am looking for a fanfic where wwx was resurrected but in a different body than MXY not long after LWJ was punished. WWX went to Cloud Recesses to find A-Yuan but found a wounded LWJ lying in Jingshi. Oh and WWX had a curse that was preventing him from being happy because every time he felt happy, he began to bleed from his forearm that would result in him dying. And i think that he was resurrected in Nie OC body??? I'm sorry for any mistakes in grammar and thank you !!! :)

I remember 3. It also involves lwj being infected with resentful energy which is preventing his healing and wwx gets rid of it. He gets caught by lxc who decides to protect him, and the terms of his curse is he can never be happy.

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones, 2nd in series (T, 74k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, injury, recovery, mental illness, depression, PTSD, rehabilitation, slow burn, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, suicidal thoughts)

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4. Was wondering if u can find me this omegaverse fic which happens during modern setting , wy and lz are both alphas and roommates and in the fic everyone was telling wy he shouldn’t room with lz because alphas are super territorial but wy is like nah we are besties and it’s kind of dark lz as lz ends up using drugs? I think to change wy into an omega tho wy doesn’t realise it’s because of lz.

FOUND? the twisting of secondary genders by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 7k, wangxian, modern, ABO, non-con secondary gender modification, extremely dubious consent, dead dove do not eat, forced heat, baby trapping, dark LWJ)

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5. Hi was hoping u can find this modern au fic and it’s like sushe’s POV if I’m not wrong and hes not really a piece of shit but the setting is in University and wangxian is doing long distance and sushe kind of into lz but doesn’t believe he’s in a relationship until wy shows up on a motorcycle at their uni

I think #5 of the fic finder (the Su She POV one) is Mine by kippalittlefox, but I guess it has been deleted! It was a a sequel to cicer's 'You've ruined my life (by not being mine)'. The ao3 URL ends with /works/24860230 if anyone wants to try webarchive

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6. A modern au where wwx is sick and meant to call jyl but texted Lwj instead. The text was- Omg I'm dead I'm dying I'm gone... beautiful light of my life, save your baby bunny, I need soup

FOUND? The curious dating rituals of one Lan Zhan (as observed by Wei Ying) by Scrippio (T, 7k, wangxian, modern, College/university au, fluff)

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7. Hi! I’m looking for a Wangxian fic i read a long tiem ago, but I can’t remember the author or title, and was hoping you could help! I’m pretty sure it’s a modern friends to lovers au? Wwx keeps taking random pics of lan zhan and making puns that rhyme with hanguang jun. There’s at least one scene involving a martial arts class at a Chinese community center i think, and wwx might be involved in environmental activism? Anyways, thanks for the help!

Not FOUND might be ❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff) . If not OP might enjoy it

FOUND! Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX)

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8. Hi! I had previously asked for a series of some 20+ fics which was about emperor lwj taking in wy as concubine after lqr and elder keep pressing him about it, much to lqr and elders' dismay. I got the answer from here, but i forgot to save it :(. Now i can't find that post here . Help me out pls

FOUND? The Concubine Mo Chronicles Series by Enigmatree (T, 79k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Prince LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

FOUND? The one where WWX is not LWJ's concubine AU Series by Lookingkindofdumb (Varied, 89k, WIP, WangXian, Non-Cultivator AU, Emperor LXC, Concubine AU, Rumors, Humor, Politics, Extended family chaos)

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9. Hi ! Can u find me a fic? The summary is basically future wy transports to the past where everyone is basically stuck in this cafe and they solve their emotional trauma and after that is solved both wys go back to their own timeline and everyone lives and no one dies

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10. Hi there! Thank you so much for your great work!

I am looking for a fic that I am pretty sure was a Tumblr thread fic. In it WWX was kept with other prisoners in water and then Wen Ning was killed by water being poured over his face covered in paper.

It was not finished when I read it and I have not run into it again, so I really hopes it was continued.

Everyone's help is greatly appreciated!

is either by @besanii or @sarah-yyy

FOUND! Rebuttable Presumption by @/sarah-yyy

FOUND! Shattered Mirrors by @/besanii

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11. Hello there! I'm looking for a fic I just read but can't even find the post that recommended it -_-

It was in a modern setting but the same universe and lan zhan doesn't remember wei ying when he meets him as a substitute cultivator at the jiang clan. Turns out he was cursed with a mark behind his ear that made him forget wei ying completely. The curse was to cure a japanese h-something disease which was basically being super love sick and puking up flowers? @iwannhaveacoolone (do you mean Hanahaki? - Mod C)

FOUND! long have you been alone by martyrsdaughter (E, 56k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Amnesia, Curses, Hanahaki Disease, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Workplace Relationship, Light Angst, Sexual Content, Mild Painplay, Overstimulation, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Light Bondage, Mild Gore, Mild Breathplay, Brief Mentions of WWX/Others and LWJ/Others, other relationships are past tense and off screen exclusively)

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12. Hii i dont know how to use tumbler properly so i decided to ask here. I am looking for two wangxian fanfcis.

A) The first one begins with wei ying and lan zhan's death - mo xuanyu's core is not strong enough to help wei ying reach immortality just prolongs his life. lan zhan decided he does not want immmortality if wei ying is not with him so lan zhan shares/sustains wei ying and himself with his golden core until he runs out of energy and they die toghether in the jingshi. However, next thing you know they are in the past. That is all i can remember

on the first one. I read it on ao3.

B) The second one i don't remember much - just that there is a part in the fanfic where wei ying finds out about lan zhans scars and how he got them. They end up in the cold spring/cold pond and wei ying somehow heals all of lan zhans scars using energy? while there. Not sure if it is spiritual or resentfull? After i know Lan zhan ends up in front of the gusu lan elders i don't remember why ther find out that wei ying has cured him/healed his back scars because they are gone - his back is smooth again and wei ying appears in front of the elders to threaten them no to hurt lan zhan. I am not sure how long is the fanfic but i know it doesnt revolve around this particular thing. Also read this one on ao3.

I am sorry for the errors in spelling english is nit my first language. Thank you in advance for finding the fanfics. @dacika98

12A)

FOUND? in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

12B)

FOUND? This one sounds like Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, fluff & angst, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, family bonding, established relationship, non-sexual intimacy, BAMF WWX, pining, protective WWX)

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13. It's been a while! It's boyfriend! (Hello again! - Mod C)

There's a fic that I have been trying to find for a while now and I forgot what it is about. All I remember is this:

- Madam Yu good so is the rest of the Jiang

- I think it's something about time travel fix it

-The Jiang Family + Wei Wuxian talking about Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling's weird naming of dogs and then they said something about Sect Leader Jiang naming the Sword suibian. Someone in the group said it runs in the family to which Jiang Cheng refuted it by saying his name and Yanli's name were good names. Madam Yu just laughed and said that it was her who named them and not Jiang Fengmian.

I'm sorry that's all I remember but anyway thank you in advance!!

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14. Hi, the fic i am looking for takes place post-canon. I think the focus point was A-Yuan trying to find out more about his past and coming to terms with his wen family and how they were treated by the other clans.

There is a scene where he sits on a roof with Jin Ling and they drink together. LSH talks about having problems with forgiving people he loves and JL gives him advice? I think they also apologize to each other and JL tells him to talk to Jiang Cheng.

Pretty sure I read it on AO3. The scene is just really stuck in my head and I would love to reread the fic bc I love A-Yuan trying to navigate the impact of all those relegation at the end of Canon have on his life. @fangirl-oracle

Hi, #14 was "history" by tongzhi on AO3. I found an old save of ao3 tabs and it was there, but thanks for looking <3

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15. Hello! I'm searching for this one fanfiction but I forgot what tags it had (I'm a doof I should've marked it read later sadge)

It's about WWX annoying LWJ so much that LWJ used the silencing spell on him not because WWX was breaking the rules, but because he was annoyed and the spell was too strong for him to break cuz it was put on out of strong emotion.

((I also remember SS saying something like "Oh the Great and Powerful second jade made a mistake, not feeling so great anymore don'tcha" or something along that lines))

Pls help me because I am lost at fic finding😭

FOUND! Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual, JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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16. Sorry to Bother, but can you find a fic for me? All I remember from the story is LWJ and WWX live in Gusu. One day LWJ goes to teach and WWX talks to A-Yuan and Jingyi. WWX told them he wanted to demonstrate his latest innovation, but before he could do so LWJ came with a letter from JC. The letter says that JC asked WWX for help to investigate "something". Then it was discovered that there was a man who practiced demonic cultivation and there was "something" that supported him. At the end of the story WWX managed to seal the "something" in a rock with his life force so that the "something" would not be able to escape. Thank you(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) @hjgn1010

FOUND! Hating Separation by thelamespaceace (T, 60k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Reconciliation, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Cultivation as Plot Device, Brotherly Love, In-Laws finding common ground, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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17. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where Wangxian is Princes in a modern world. It involves a social media post (insta/twitter/something?) from WWX and create gossips between Yunmeng and Gusu? WWX being oblivious as usual but in the end Wangxian is together. I think it has very amazing profiles with pictures in it for each Royalty/Kingdom/Palace and news/gossip/media articles in it. I think there's Nie Mingjue/Wen Qing/Jiang Cheng in it, maybe triangle love or political fake repationship?

FOUND? A Clear (Mis)Understanding by devinokaze (T, 73k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Social Media, Royalty, happy fic, Fluff, Just some light reading, Humor)

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18. hey i've been looking for this fic i read a while ago that i just cant find again.

I don't really remember what it was about but it was modern au and i remember there was a scene where wei wuxian meets lan xichen and then he's like "wow he is so perfect it makes me seem like a gremlin haha" and then lan wangji pulls out his phone and starts showing him embarrassing pictures of lan xichen like a live laugh love poster in his and meng yaos living room and a picture of him being extremely drunk at his engagement party bc he made an entire photo album with embarrassing pictures of lan xichen to show people.

I don't remember anything else tho, sorry, but maybe that sounds familiar to any of you. @razzleberryicedtea

FOUND! OMEGA GRAD STUDENT GETS PREGNANT: YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (E, 21k, wangxian, modern, ABO, past WWX/Other, mpreg, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, unplanned pregnancy, graduate school au, pining, falling in love, kid fic, fluff)

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19. hiii i have this fanfic i forgot the tags to 😅 in the ff wwx and jc were motorcycle racers and lan zhan was a sponsor i think. in one of the races wwx gets into a accident because of jin zixun and his motorcycle slams into him and gets him into a hospital. i remember a baby jin ling being really worried and same goes to a-yuan. i hope you can help me and thank you so much!!! @vicleey

FOUND! Let's you and me go on a ride by rinsled05 (T, 21k, wangxian, modern, racing au, bikers, motoGP, romance, falling in love, love confessions, brotherly love, fluff, hurt/comfort, love at first sight)

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20. Hi can you help me find a wangxian fic wherein wei ying got save from falling of the cliff and he didn't die, he live with his master in the mountains he has been given another name because he got an amnesia

FOUND? The Porcelain Lotus of Yunmeng by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 16k, wangxian, JC pov, amnesia, JC & WWX reconciliation, LWJ pov)

iirc involves Baoshan Sanren and Lan Yi saving him. He either had received a core from a Wen remnant or bssr transferred her own. He learns to cook while having amnesia and wears clothes that have talismans sewn into him that disguise his appearance.

FOUND? Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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bubblyqueer000 · 1 year

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Nagito Komaeda NSFW Alphabet

I've had this fic on the back burner for a long time. Here she is! Enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (How do they act after smexy time??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Makes sure that his hope is always comfortable and holds them close. I mention this later (Oh no spoiwers D:) but when he's dom he's usually pretty rough with you, but when he's taking care of you afterward, he completely changes pace. He runs his fingers across your skin and apologizes for being so rough, which you guessed it! He uses this as an opportunity to bully himself. Sweet bb be nice to yourself >:C

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of you and themselves)

He loves every part of you but he loves your pretty face and your hands the most, although his favorite body part in some cases might be the one that allows you to best do your ultimate talent.

C = Cum (Somethin to do with baby batter. Do they squirt or are they in the cream team??? hehehehehe gross)

His cum is clear and pretty thin. Nagito can cum a lot (You just have to make him ;D wink wonk) He loves when you cum on his face!!

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret duh)

Steals things that you wouldn't miss and keeps them with him. What he does with the item depends on what it is. He steals a lot of panties and socks and when he does he usually uses them to jack off.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

I'd imagine that he's a virgin but he's lucky enough to know how to find everything and make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (Bruh)

He loves when you ride him but only when he doesn't mind asking so not very often. Otherwise, he really likes doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during da wink wonk adult fun time?)

He doesn't exactly make jokes, just those dumb fucking comments that he makes all while there's a shit-eating grin on his face, and that doesn't even include how much he degrades himself like bruh stop you segsy!! Let us give you love!!!

H = Hair (are they well-groomed?? I'm not I'm musty as fuck)

He never really shaves unless it bothers you. His hair is white and thin though, it honestly would look so cute omfg I know that sounds weird but please he's precious.

I = Intimacy (Are they sweet and romance-y (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc))

He praises you a lot which you think would be nice but as I'm going to say over and over again, he loves to degrade himself and call himself trash. Still, he likes to cuddle with you and when he does, he always whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you are for him.

J = Jack Off (Do they massage their meat? Do they caress their coochie? I'm hilarious pls laugh)

Before he got with you he touched himself much more. He usually would when he thought about you, so when you and Nagito finally got together it was a dream come true. Due to you though, he often wouldn't need to jack off anymore. Now he only masturbates when you're not around or if you don't feel like having sex.

K = Kink (What are they into?)

Praise, degradation, and overstimulation.

L = Location (Where do they wanna do it?)

Anywhere at any time. He loves the thrill of being in public. In dressing rooms at stores, in closets, anywhere is just fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Literally, anything you do!! Everything about you is sexy to him. He gets especially excited when you sit on his lap.

N = NO (NUH NUH ICKY YUCKY NO THEY WON'T DO IT soz these are just getting annoying)

Into everything except for bodily functions, although that's just wishful thinking because if you're into it he'd probably be cool with that. No that doesn't mean I'll ever write anything like that don't ask lmao.

O = Oral (Do they like giving it or getting it? Also are they good at it?)

Feels bad making you suck him off so he probably prefers giving it. It's an honor for him either way though. When he's giving he teases a lot, but he loves having you cum on his tongue. When he's receiving he whimpers a lot. I would do anything to hear Nagito whimper ahhhhh

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

Nagito's pace would change throughout the session. He would start off slow, probably to tease you, and then gradually pick up the pace as you both get closer.

Q = Quickie (Their thoughts on quickies and if they like them)

He loves them!! I mean he loves sex with you in general so quickies are nice when you don't have time for a regular session.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment?)

Probably more willing to experiment than most other characters. He'd be up for almost anything no matter how dangerous. As long as it pleases you, he's happy.

S = Stamina (How long can they do it for? Can they do multiple rounds?)

At least five if necessary but he can probably go on for as long as you need.

T = Toys (Do they like/have/use toys on you or themselves?)

He has a collection of toys that he uses on you and that he uses on himself. He's a freak ngl.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

HUGE ASS RATTY ASS NO ASS NASTY ASS MAN

HOMIE WILL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE SOBBING. He's such a tease and will not stop until you beg him to let you cum.

V = Volume (Are they loud or quiet?)

Quiet for the most part. He usually just grunts a lot through clenched teeth. He talks though, and when he does... HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP. He's either praising you, degrading himself or just doing his weird-ass anime dialogue like: "i'M nAgItO kOmAeDa AnD i'M fUcKiNg YoU iN tHe AsS *Disney channel music*" i fookin hate him

W = Wild Card (Random nsfw head-canon)

He's a boobs man _('ཀ'」 ∠)_ gross let's cancel him mans got no taste

X = X-Ray (Big dick??? Big Tiddies??? I'm so sorry omfg)

Huge tits. TITTY TITTY BOING BOING. BOOBA LARGE. HUMONGOUS HONGALONGANO-NOLOGONGUS. Kidding. His dick is about 6.5 inches. It has an upward bend and he's uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's always ready to please you when you want him to. He's happy and honored that someone like you would want to have sex with 'trash' like him. Like I said he's honored to do it with you but sometimes you have to wonder if he truly wants it or if he's just doing it to make you happy.

Z = Zzzzz (How fast do they sleep after? I wish I was asleep rn (╥﹏╥))

If you read my Taka NSFW alphabet I said for this part that Taka doesn't sleep. Wait hold up I have the exact quote "Bruv doesn't sleep. I picture him just lying awake in bed every night mumbling math equations to himself. Nah kidding" But this time I'm not kidding. I for real think that Nagito would just stare at you sleeping admiring you. He'll just sleep later you're too pretty🙄🙄🙄

One Reblog = One minute of sleep for Nagito

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa two #nagito komaeda #nagito x y/n #danganronpa nagito #nagito komeada x reader #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair

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lutiaslayton · 4 months

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Hi! I really love your timeline analyses and have been thinking about them a lot as I try to write my own Layton longfic. (I hope you don't mind me referencing your timeline and puzzle research for it ^^;) It's very well done! I have a hard time figuring out so many details at once like that, so it's been a huge help.

...I don't want to be annoying or overly nitpicky when I point this out, but I just thought I'd mention something.

We know that Dropstone was founded on August 12th (by the JP version) and Layton travels there on its 50th anniversary (also August 12th). In your deduced timeline you have that arrival date down as Wednesday the 12th, 1963. The year with a Wednesday on an August 12th is actually 1964. In 1963, the 12th falls on a Monday.

I don't know if the day being a Wednesday specifically matters at all, or if Layton's days of the week aren't in sync with ours, but from what I understand, your timeline might be 1 year behind. (Or that date was meant to be Monday the 12th...?)

I figured with SLS (one of my favorite fics ever, by the way!) being in 1953, a detail like this could be important to you, but you can totally ignore this ask if I'm wrong! I just wanted to let you know just in case.

Hi! The fact that you picked up on this is a true testament to your dedication and rigorous work, congratulations!!

I haven't touched this timeline in a long while for a number of reasons (far too many other projects + "um actually I think there might be multiple timelines and you can't put every single game/novel/manga/movie/other in the same chronology but it becomes soooooo much more interesting if you start placing them in multiple ones, also puzzle theory makes that not only plausible but also quite probable"), so sadly I have forgotten most of the details of how past me from over a year ago reached the conclusions that she did. From what I remember, however, the quick answer to your question is simple: yes, the days of the week in the Laytonverse are out of sync with ours.

(I kinda like how I take it as a bigger reminder that the Laytonverse really is disconnected from our world's History in a number of ways, from the mention in the novels of kings and queens that do not exist IRL to the simple logical fact that there is no way History happened the same way when mechas are a thing, the Azran happened, Targent happened, and also puzzles break the laws of physics daily. But that's just personal preference.)

I think what started it was the fact that London Holiday takes place on a Sunday and that I could not find any way to make the whole "a few days ago" for both Curious Village and Diabolical Box work alongside the "They arrive in Dropstone on August 12th." I won't redo the math right now because schedule and to-do list and other stuff (+ I trust you more to check it since your brain cogs are already warm and revving in the middle of it, so you would be more efficient at figuring it out as well as more critical than present me), but if memory serves, this was the best I could manage at the time, and I never went back later to recheck the math. I really just stopped at "Yes, there is a desync, so what? That's not supposed to be the real world anyway. Also huge kudos to whoever notices."

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My mind is set on the fact that the Layton timeline places the original trilogy on the year 1963 because of the promotional UF artwork implying that UF would take place during the winter between 1963 and 1964, but that part is personal preference since I know (and stated on the timeline web page iirc) that in-universe, this date does not appear in the game. I know other people use for example the "Year 1960" unused artwork which had been datamined from Curious Village. I also know that the World of PL interview just says "There is no official date, it's inspired from the 1960s but we are never going to give a date because we don't want to." I also also know that some others, who consider the PLvsAA crossover canon, take the Ace Attorney timeline and thus completely yeet the "1960s" part into oblivion.

So the choice is ultimately up to personal preference, and you're free to choose a different one! The only reason I put 1963 in the timeline instead of "Year YYYY ; Year YYYY - 50 ; Year YYYY + 1" and such is for obvious readability reasons... and because past me had not thought that perhaps there could be a Javascript way to say "hey put here the year you'd like the original trilogy to take place in," have the user click on a button, and make the whole page do the calculations and display the new dates according to the user's chosen year of reference. darn it now I'm going to be nagging myself into implementing that but it would also be so tedious.

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Anyway TL;DR yes I was aware of this, and past me either forgot to mention it or thought "Eh it's not like anybody will notice/care" hahaha. Rather insensitive from past me admittedly, I do now wonder why I didn't add that as a small paragraph in the preliminary notes... Most likely reason is that the thought just didn't cross my mind at the time.

Good luck on your own longfic, don't hesitate to send me the link (no promises on reading it the day it comes out because there are SO many fics already on my to-read list, but nnngnfhghh I wish I could read other people's works as well as continue working on SLS), and thank you for your ask! Even though I was personally aware of it, you can absolutely feel proud of having picked up on it, and don't hesitate to come back to me (and make me sweat cold bullets) if you figure out a way to make "1963" + "London Holiday on a Sunday" + "No week day desyncs with the real world" work. Thanks to you, other people can now be made aware of this detail which I had apparently forgotten to explain explicitly!

Lastly, I don't remember whether I mentioned it here or not because it's still far from done and isn't going to be truly useful before a LONG while, but just in case what little info is on there could still be useful to you or someone else in any way: among many other things, I'm working on a Lore Map. Imagine having the ENTIRETY of EVERY SINGLE CANON FACT we have been given, in a single web page, with a whole list of tags so you can filter only the trivia that is relevant to your fanfic research <3

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(Now this paragraph is completely unrelated to your ask, I'm going to leave this here for a different person (or not? would be good luck if you're the same anon): I am so sorry to the anon who asked me if I considered the LMJ ARG event canon or not, I uhhhhh... got carried away and I don't think the answer will be posted anytime soon, because for the sake of answering it in an exhaustive way I wanted to re-read the entirety of what has been preserved of it + add every bit of trivia I could find to the Lore Map mentioned earlier. And I'm juggling between many other projects too so progress is very slow. TL;DR version of my personal opinion so far: as for everything else it is up to personal preference, but I could theoretically see at least parts of it being canon. The trickiest part I found by reading just the introduction of the ARG is the fact that Kat would apparently make livestreams. Which implies the existence of the internet or a similar technology, the existence of streaming platforms, and the fact that she would have a decent-ish enough following for her random viewers from all around the world to want to help her. And if we go with the hypothesis that there could be multiple timelines, I could see that happen in an Ace Attorney-based timeline such as the one in which the PLvsAA crossover is canon, for example! I don't know enough about AA to be able to speak about it with confidence, but I think that 20+ years after the original AA trilogy, internet technology is indeed quite advanced enough for this to be possible? anyway. Just thought I'd give you a first short answer so you don't have to keep holding your breath and/or think I completely forgot about you. I'm sorry :'D)

#lutiasreplies #lutiasgithub #pl theory board

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dizzying-faust · 1 year

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Just curious, but is there anything wrong with Scarlet lady? I don’t usually read it(it mostly gets annoying with Chloe being a brat like always) but I’ve heard the creator is problematic a year ago?

It was mostly for how she writes the POC characters, especially for black characters and Asian characters.

Though personally, I just hate it mostly because I can't stand the creator, especially with them being an ml salter. Making takes like saying Max is sexist for getting rightfully angry, saying Adrien using up his grief points for not moping about his mother, and saying Zoe (the character not the creator of SL) deserves her bullying.

Yeah, I'm kinda glad I never became a Scarlet Lady fan. You can create a masterpiece, but if you're an obnoxious/annoying/pretentious person, I'm not checking it out.

At least Zoe did me a favor by blocking me, probably because I and another person were talking smack about her annoying salt takes.

#madamas-blog #anti scarlet lady #ml fandom salt

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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18. it was all a dream.

Stepping onto the brick red welcome mat, Rod raps on the front door, further annoying an already agitated Stevie, inside the house.

"Come on, Stevie." He clutches the pink roses in his hand and continues to knock. "Can we please talk?"

"No!" she yells, walking towards the door, beginning to mimic his knocking. "Quit bangin' on my door."

"I wouldn't have to bang on it, if you'd just open up."

"We don't have anything to talk about, Roderick. Go play with Tara and leave me alone."

"Quit talkin' crazy and open this door, Vie. I don't want any parts of that girl." She scoffs, rubbing her temples.

"That's not what it looked like, to me. Plus, why can't you just let me be mad at you?" She starts talking with her hands as if he could see her.

"I know what it looked like and I told you what it was. I don't want you being mad at me, babygirl. It's been a day and I'm losing my mind out here— I'm talking to you through a goddamn door, man!" She rolls her eyes and unlocks the door, cracking it open.

"I'm only gonna let you in, cause you're getting rowdy and my neighbors are nosy, sometimes." She grabs his collar and pulls him inside, closes the door and walks away.

"Trying to win me over with roses isn't gonna work." She heads back into the kitchen and resumes cutting up fruit for her smoothie.

He sits them on the counter and sighs. "Why you bein' so feisty towards me? I told you that I was sorry."

"Do you mean it or are you just tryna get back in my good graces?" She raises an eyebrow and sits her knife down on the cutting board.

"I mean it. You're obviously set on being mad at me, right now—"

"As I should be!" She cuts him off. "I kept up my end of the bargain, but where were you? Oh, that's right. You were letting bitches play in my face." The irritation drips off her every word.

"Stevie," he rounds the island and she picks her knife back up, making him stop in his tracks.

"Don't." She points it at him, but he's unfazed. He even chuckles.

"You're really gonna cut me?"

"Walk a little closer and we'll see, cause I don't know what's so fuckin' funny."

"You are," he grips her wrist and starts prying the knife out of her tight grip. "Gimme this shit, man."

"No," she yanks her arm back, accidentally nicking his thumb, causing it to bleed a little. He huffs, bringing it up to his mouth and glaring at her something awful.

"I told you not to come any closer, now look what you did," she bumps past him and grabs a bandaid out of the top drawer by her coffee maker.

"Gimme your hand.”

He snatches the bandaid from her and turns in the opposite direction, mumbling underneath his breath.

"Fuck you too, then!" She mushes him in the back of the head, placing the knife in the sink. "Can't even continue cutting my fruit, cause you wanna be stupid."

"Seriously, where's all this aggression coming from? I made you that mad, that you gotta cuss me out and slice me open?" He asks, walking back towards her, getting closer since she has no weapon.

"Yes, you pissed me the fuck off. I don't care what type of history y'all got, you sat in my face and told me, and I quote— I'm wit whatever you wit— just for you to not be with it. At all."

After fidgeting with the bandaid for more than a second, Stevie grows frustrated and grabs his hand, placing the adhesive strip over the cut, smacking it to be aggravating.

"I'm sorry," he winces.

"You are." He cuts his eyes at her as she rolls her own, dropping his hand as if it was dead weight.

"Can you stop for like five seconds?"

"Fine." She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at him with a fire in her eyes that makes him twitch behind his black sweats. He knows it's not the time.

"I did tell you that I was down for whatever and I am. I just thought she was really turning over a new leaf and trying to patch shit up," he explains, while she blinks, "but, you were right and I'm a dumb ass. I just want you to stop looking at me, like you wanna kill me."

She turns around and grabs the cutting board, sliding the fruit into the blender. He sucks his teeth and walks up behind her, making her sit the board down.

"That's not what I meant and you know that." She backs up into him to push him away, but he only wraps his long arms around her waist.

"Get off me." She whines, while grabbing the lid for the blender and turning it on, filling the semi-quiet kitchen with the loud, buzzing noise.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into her ear, before kissing her lobe. "Can you forgive me?"

Stevie shrugs, before turning the blender off and nudging for him to release her. He reluctantly does so as she reaches into her cabinet for a cup, pouring the strawberry, mango and orange juice based mixture into it.

Taking a sip of it, she glances at him and walks away, heading upstairs. He watches her walk up each step with an extra switch, than usual.

He heads up behind her, watching as she sits down on her bed, tucking her knees into her chest, staring up at the tv.

"Vie—"

"Shh, I'm watching tv."

"Man." He grabs the remote and cuts it off, tossing it on the bed. "I'm not doing this with you, aight? Cut the attitude or I'll cut it for you."

"You're not my daddy." She stands up, poking him in the center of his chest.

"That's funny, cause I definitely had that ass singin' a different tune, a couple weeks back." He smirks, watching her nose crinkle up.

"Fuck you."

"If that's what you wanted, that's all you had to say, babygirl." He strokes her cheek. She pushes him, only for him to do the same to her, making her fall back into her mattress.

"You're being so annoying, right now."

"That's how I'm feelin' bout this attitude you got goin' on." He smacks her thigh.

"Tell me the truth. You still mad at me, for real?"

"A little! That shit still pissed me off and I need you to understand that. I'm talkin' shit, but that's literally how I feel, right now."

He kneels down in front of her. "I'm sorry."

"Quit saying that. I got it."

"Can I make it up to you?"

"I know exactly how you're trying to make it up to me, Rod." She rolls her eyes.

"The ball's in your court, babygirl."

"I just don't wanna seem weak for forgiving you, this soon."

"Who thinks you're weak? You wanna be mad at me, forever? I want us to make it past this. It killed me, watching you walk away from me. I respected the fact that you were upset and I stayed away for as long as I could handle, but I can't do this. I can't be without you for another day. I know I messed up and I'm so sorry."

She sighs, sliding her hands in his. "I still wanna fight you, but I did miss you. You just gotta stop being stupid."

"I promise. You have my word."

"Hm... okay, I forgive you." He leans forward to kiss her lips, watching the smirk creep across them as he pulls away.

"How'd you sleep last night?"

"Terrible. The nightmares are getting more vivid. I just want them to go away. I want him to go away."

"You know better than anybody that I'll handle it."

"I know," she says softly, playing with his fingers. "It's not bad when you're around. Can you stay here tonight?"

"You don't ever gotta ask, baby." He kisses the top of her head as she visibly relaxes.

She gets comfortable, pretzeling her legs around one of his, her hand finding a spot on his abs underneath his shirt. They half-pay attention to whatever's on the screen as he lazily drags his fingertips up and down her clothed back, taking turns sipping on her fruity concoction.

The signature Nokia jingle rang throughout her room, alerting Rod that someone was calling. He was going to let it ring until whomever called again.

"Babe it might be important, pick it up."

He swipes his phone from her nightstand, and sure enough it's his mother complaining about how something else is broken and she needs Rod and his expertise to fix it. Not one to tell his mom no, he lets her know he'll be there shortly. He hangs up, a slightly irritated sigh blowing past his lips.

"It's okay. Go work your magic, babe. I'll be waiting up for you," she says with a slight chuckle. Kissing her sweetly, he grabs his things and is off to see what his mom broke this time.

Left by her lonesome again, she decides to call her own mother to see how she is and possibly get together for dinner. She doesn't really want to be alone now.

Thankfully, she's free and more than happy to see her daughter.

Stevie's not in the mood to make a production out of getting dressed that she usually does when she meets with her mom, opting for jeans and a cropped olive sweater with camel colored ankle boots. Her mom would have to deal.

Surprisingly she too, is dressed down, for her at least, when they meet.

Also surprising, yet welcome, was the easy, pleasant conversation they fell into as they ate. No mentions of possible pregnancies or rehashing of past indiscretions.

Just smiles, laughter, and a genuinely good time. At one point she discreetly pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

After making plans to see each other again, they're off to their respective homes.

Just as she's about to call Rod, as she hasn't heard from him in a couple of hours, a series of texts comes through on her pager, describing how a simple repair job turned into being "conned" into helping Viv rearrange her entire bedroom. Her infamous New York-style cheesecake was up for grabs so he just had to.

The only thing that saves him from her ire is promising her an entire half to herself.

Throwing on some old track shorts and tying her glossy curls into a pineapple, she plops onto her bed face first. She found herself falling asleep to the tune of old Comic View reruns.

It's an overcast, chilly afternoon, and Stevie's watching her Doc Martens hit the ground one after another.

She's suddenly overtaken with the smell of smoke.

She looks up and her feet have led her to the front porch of a shoddy, single story brick house with its front door wide open, the burning scent only getting stronger.

Stepping in further, she's compelled to investigate. The house looks utterly lived in by at least several men. From the dark, minimalist furniture to its unadorned walls. Magazines and rolling papers litter the coffee table.

The deeper into the house she went, still no source of the scent makes itself present.

Her stomach turns as the smell morphs into rotted...flesh? Dread weaves itself through her veins.

She puts her hand over her mouth and dry heaves making a turn to leave when a voice stops her in her tracks.

"Look at you. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," he tsk’s in mock disapproval. Her eyes shoot around the room, but he's nowhere to be found. Her feet feel as if they've been cemented to the floor.

"Don't you know a pretty girl like you can get hurt like that, Stevie Wonder?"

He steps from a shadowy corner, and as always her eyes take in the tattoos that cover his knuckles and arms, moving up to the red ink that took up half his neck.

Why did he look so bloated??

His face, though. His face makes all the color leave her own.

Charred, but the devilish smirk it held was unmistakable.

John.

Jolting up from another nightmare, this one far more intense and telling, she grabs her phone off her nightstand and begins to call Rod.

But by the time it starts ringing on his end, the line cuts out, along with everything else in the house.

A jolt rushes through her as the air stills, giving the house an eerie feeling.

Moving from her bed, she pulls the curtain back to see the streetlights and her neighbors houses still have power, sending her for a loop.

"What the.." she turns around and heads out of her room, making her way downstairs and into the living room.

She reaches into her drawer for the flashlight. Impatiently rummaging through it, she grabs it and quickly turns it on, flashing it on random parts of her dark living room, sighing as she comes up empty handed.

"Why is the power off? I paid the damn electric bill." She grumbles and heads into the kitchen, digging in different drawers to find her pocket knife.

A noise sounds to the left of her, causing her to quickly shine her light in that direction, still not finding anything.... or anyone.

"Is somebody playin' with me?! Rod, is that you?" The fear in her voice doubles as she hears footsteps. She continues searching for her knife in a panic.

"Looking for this?" Her stomach drops to the floor as that same slimy voice from too many times before, fills her ears.

She stares at his masked face as his tattooed knuckles twirl her pink, Swiss Army knife around by the keychain loop.

"It's you."

"And, it's you." He chuckles and claps his hands in faux celebratory fashion. "I gotta hand it to you— it definitely took you long enough."

"Why?" She asks, beginning to back up as he starts walking towards her.

"My brother is dead, babygirl. His blood is on your hands and you gotta pay for what you did."

"I— I didn't kill your brother."

"Oh, I know your boyfriend did it, but it's so much more satisfying to blame it on you, cause it's ultimately your fault."

"Excuse me? How is it my fault?" He narrows his eyes at her.

"No more talking." He lunges at her, instantly getting clocked in his right temple with the the flashlight she's gripping for dear life, falling to the floor with a grunt.

She jumps over him and grabs the knife off the floor, running out of the kitchen and into the living room, where she's yanked back and tossed onto the carpet. The knife cuts her cheek from the abrupt movement, but she keeps it in her clutch.

"Fuck," she reaches out and cuts his leg, through his pants. He yanks her up by her hair, causing a shrill scream to sound through the air.

"Shut the fuck up!" His fist connects to her jaw, knocking her out cold. He whistles through her opened front door, and two men come in and carry her limp body outside.

The sound of a ringing phone catches his attention, sending him upstairs to retrieve it off of her bed. He stuffs it inside his jacket pocket and heads out.

Will you come find me...

When I'm out of reach from everything...

When my surroundings are no longer familiar.

I'm screaming out,

Yet, you can't hear me....

I'm bleeding out,

Yet, you can't feel me...

I'm afraid that you won't be able to save me,

This time.

I'm afraid that I won't be alive....

Will you come find me?

"Wrap this shit up, man." A voice to the left of Stevie is heard, as she slowly comes to, immediately rubbing her jaw and groaning.

"What the fuck," her eyes dart up to the same nameless man and a couple of new faces, equally as scary as his.

"Glad you could join us, dear." He speaks, sarcastically.

Usually, whatever was on the tip of her tongue, she'd let fly out of her mouth, but in this moment, she feared for her safety.

"Where am I?" She asks, internally cringing at how dry her throat is.

"Now, why would I tell you that?"

She blows out a frustrated breath and stares down at the blue carpet she's sitting on.

"Don't look so sad, princess. Your knight in shining armor should be on his way, shortly." He jokes, causing the others to chuckle.

She looks back up at him and narrows her eyes, "you're all a bunch of bitches. You know that?"

"You know what I know?," he quickly kneels in front of her, gripping her chin up. "I know that bitches like you cause problems. You know how many problems you've caused, Stevie?? Too fucking many." He lets her face go, roughly.

She breathes through her nose and stares back at him, not even giving it a second thought as she spits right in his eye. "Fuck you."

He laughs in response, before moving away from her and wiping her DNA out of his cornea. "Yeah, you just stay put."

"What makes you think I won't try and run away?" She asks.

"If you want your boyfriend to stay alive, you won't be running off too far." He winks at her, before leaving out of the room, along with his two, very dumb, cahoots-men.

Just so, Rod gets out of his Jeep with her promised half of cheesecake in hand. Moving up the sidewalk, the flicker from the flashlight catches his eye, causing his steps to quicken and push the unlocked door all the way open.

"Stevie?," he grabs the flashlight off the ground, sits the dessert on the counter and shines it around the dark kitchen, finding the drawers open and items strewed about.

Walking further into the living room, a spot of blood catches his eye, causing his heart to drop. He kneels down and stares at it, before reaching into his pocket for his phone.

Placing the phone up to his ear, he listens for her voice, but comes up short. Tightening his hand on the gun in his waistband, he heads upstairs, again not finding her anywhere.

His heart sinks further as he makes way back outside.

Crossing over the tiny garden of wilting roses in between the houses, he sends a couple of firm knocks on the bejeweled screen door.

The door cracks open as an olive teenaged boy pokes his head out, nodding at Rod. "What's up, my man?"

"Hey, uh... this is gonna sound weird, but I think my girlfriend is missing. She's not in the house and I'm extremely worried.... did you maybe see anything or hear something?"

"Now that you mention it," he opens the door a little further and steps out, closing it behind himself. "I did hear some commotion and my nana made me come check it out."

"What did you see?"

"It was suspicious ass dark van parked right there, for the longest time.," he points at the end of Stevie's driveway. "I'd never seen it, before."

Rod's blood starts to boil. "Did you happen to catch the license plate?"

"I did, actually. It's 2E14859. It was extra odd to me, cause it's not a New York tag, it's a California tag."

"Thank you, man. I appreciate it."

"No problem, let me know if I can do anything else." He pats his shoulder and heads back inside.

Rod heads back to his car and just sits there, putting all the pieces together in his head. Everything that's happened, slowly starts making a helluva lot of sense.

"Oh shit.," he pulls his phone back out and calls Josh.

"Hey.... we got a problem."

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