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etherealstar-writes · 4 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 1

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: one

warnings: none, it's just going to be very chaotic

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

elton added stairway, the karate kid, willybum and 15 others

elton

hey!

hello!

@everyone

brightness

what the hell is this groupchat name 😭😭

willybum

nope

i did not consent to this

CHANGE MY NAME RIGHT NOW TOONE

stairway

LMAO NOT WILLYBUM 😭

willybum

as if yours is any better stairway

rusty metal

i don't think i even wanna know why i'm here

elton

excuse me?

no hey or how i'm doing?

i could be dead you know

daily

you seem pretty alive

elton

well jokes on you

i'm dead inside

elton added lauren 1 and lauren 2

elton

lauren squared added!

heyo

lauren 2 left

stairway

LMAO 😭💀

JAMES REALLY SAID HELL NAH

elton

her finger probably just slipped

come on man

elton added lauren 2

lauren 2 left

stairway

SHE WASTED NO TIME 😭

earpsy

damn she completely violated you

willybum

that is so embarrassing

elton

what did i ever do to her :((

door knob

do i need to remind you about the prank you pulled yesterday?

elton

you know what

you guys are all mean

where's lessi when i need her

@ the karate kid

the karate kid

what the hell is this?

who even are you all?

and what are these names??!

elton?

who the hell names their kid elton

that's actually so sad

this is probably a groupchat with a bunch of teenage boys

elton

of course lessi is here

pretending that she doesn't

know us as usual

willybum

honestly

someone needs to slam her ego

with a truck just because

she's trending as fan favourite

brightness

damn sound a bit jelly there williamson

kie

well you can't lie, lessi is a pretty hot person

the karate kid

the hell??

am i supposed to be lessi?

i don't even know a lessi

meado

i didn't know you changed names lessi

elton

right??

who ate her food and put her in a sour mood?

it definitely wasn't me this time.

stairway

i'm putting on a movie

you all joining?

rusty metal

what are we watching?

stairway

harry potter

elton

DON'T START WITHOUT ME!!

also

less! where the hell are you?

we'll start the movie with you!

alessia???

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The majority of the squad were seated squished together in georgia's hotel room for their movie night. They waited for Alessia to join them, but the blonde striker was nowhere to be found or heard from.

And now they were starting to lose their patience with her.

"Did she fall asleep again?" Mary sighed.

"I wouldn't be surprised. I'm gonna give her a call," Ella stated.

She scrolled through her phone to find her contact and pressed call, putting on speaker mode so everyone could hear.

They waited a few moments before the call was finally accepted, but there was only silence from the other end.

"Yo, Lessi, where the hell are you?!"

"What? Who is this?" An unfamiliar voice, that definitely didn't belong to Alessia, spoke.

They all shared a confused glance.

"What the hell happened to your voice, Alessia?" Ella chuckled. "Are you sick or something?"

You, on the other side, groaned. "Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not Alessia! I don't even know a Alessia or Lessi!"

Ella was still suspicious that this might be a joke Alessia would be playing. "Well, are you at home with a girl called Alessia? Or well, bed ...."

"WHAT? Why the hell would I be at home with a Alessia?! I told you already, I don't even know her!"

Now they all were a hundred percent sure that you were definitely not Alessia.

Georgia was scrolling through her phone before her eyes widened. "Guys, that is not Alessia's number. Ella added a random number."

"Oh, well this is awkward ..." Ella chuckled awkwardly.

"Of course it is!" You stated. "Your group chat and usernames are weird. How old are you all?"

They all shared a glance seeing that it was fair to tell you that for blowing up your phone the whole evening. They answered that it varied from twenties to thirties.

"Oh, alright ... well I need to go so I'm gonna hang up. Goodbye."

Before Ella could reply, you ended the call, leaving the group in silence for a moment.

"Well that was something ...." Niamh broke the silence.

"Yeah no kidding. Of course Toone would do something like this," Leah said.

"Hey!" Ella complained. "It's not my fault Alessia got a new number!"

"Why don't I add the real Alessia to the group chat now?" Georgia suggested while everyone nodded in agreement.

part two here

#lionesses x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #engwnt #engwnt x reader #leah williamson x reader #ella toone x reader #alessia russo x reader #georgia stanway x reader #niamh charles x reader #woso #woso fanfics

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prokopetz · 1 year

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“I love endless corridors, I love doors that lead where they shouldn’t and stairways to nowhere, I love rooms whose dimensions don’t add up and angles that don’t make sense” bro, that’s not cosmic horror, it’s just Brutalism.

#media #tropes #cosmic horror #architecture #brutalism #other essential brutalist experiences that are often mistaken for cosmic horror include #'why is it melting'#'how is it making that noise'#and #'where did all this water come from'

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dvrk-moon · 2 months

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ENHYPEN OT7 ; 엔하이픈

PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEM

requested : no

genre : crack, fluff

pairing : enhypen x reader (can be platonic)

warnings : cursing + the members being menaces

heeseung ; 희승

absolute sweat

like speed runner esque

nags on you for being too slow and making him have a speed run time of over fifteen minutes

like you’re barely getting an oak log and he’s already in the nether. like u turn away for two seconds and he’s already built the portal

“heeseung where did you go” “i’ve almost killed the wither wait” … “CAN U CHILL OUT WE JUST CREATED THIS WORLD”

so u thought u were gonna have fun hanging out with heeseung on minecraft? NO

because as soon as he finishes his speed run and you finally got your first diamond, he’s decided to build a base

and u thought he was gonna be all cute and make u a room awwww!!! no.

he does make u a room, but the stairway up to ur room is a parkour course

(when the fuck did he have time to even make that?!!?!!)

first and last time playing minecraft with him

jay ; 제이

absolute knight in shining armor

literally

those mobs have nothing on his iron drip

protects u even if u don’t need it

“oh shit there’s a creeper” “ON MY WAY Y/N”

his netherite sword is CRACKED. like perfect enchantments

when he’s not protecting u he becomes ur farmer

the farm is so organized and beautiful jay is literally my husband pls

does in fact laugh when u die tho

like he’ll collect your stuff for you but the second he sees “[your gamertag] fell from a high place” he’s going to laugh for like two minutes straight

also he keeps an extra chest in his room for u

like in case u need something OR u die and he’s not able to collect ur stuff so it despawns

jay is so husband. even in minecraft

jake ; 제이크

he’s played before ok (trust him)

(it was when he was like nine)

like he’s very very. bad

he’s trying tho!!!

keeps dying. like every two minutes you see “jake_awesome2002 was blown up by a creeper”

he does not know how to change his gamertag so ur just stuck playing with jake_awesome2002

he starts getting the hang of it and immediately thinks he’s cracked at the game (he’s not)

so he disappears from you out of nowhere and so you try to help him :

“jake where are you” … “jake” … “jake sim where the fuck are you” …………. “i don’t know”

(cue “jake_awesome2002 fell out of the world”)

“JAKE HOW DID YOU FALL OUT OF THE WORLD” “I DONT KNOW”

he respawns and like sulks for three minutes before leaving and collecting dirt(?) for some reason

coincidentally you keep finding dirt blocks placed throughout your base afterwards! how silly of him!

sunghoon ; 성훈

he was so ready to show u how good he is

he’s not very good. but at least he’s better than jake!

he somehow is always in a cave or some sort of dangerous location

like say u found a village and you’re like “sunghoon come raid this village with me!”

meanwhile he’s trying not to die because of a pillager outpost

somehow he doesn’t?

he’ll go and do stuff like that or spend days in the nether and survive but his weakness is witches

like he doesn’t scream UNLESS there is a witch

and if you’re nearby ? he will 100% sacrifice you to the witch so that he can survive

womp womp

he actually sacrifices you quite a bit because he has like 36 levels

he thinks he’s funny when he does it too

sunoo ; 선우

honestly prefers to play in creative mode (me too sunoo)

but when you were like “let’s play in survival for once” he’s like “fiiiiiiiiinneeeeeuhhhh” (very dramatic about it)

he immediately builds a forever base when you spawn in

makes you do all the mining and stuff

he will tag along! but he won’t do shit

he’s the interior designer. he’s got bigger and better things to do

he only redeems himself when you go into the base and find your minecraft beds right next to each other

besides holding the house down, he also has an extremely high scale and successful farming system

so if you ever check in his chests, 100% you will find like 20 stacks of wood, stacks of wheat, of carrots, of beets, etc.

may be a homebody in minecraft but at least he’s fun to play with !!!! 10/10 would recommend to a friend

jungwon ; 정원

the miner

like you’re trying to get along with your day until jungwon stops and drops into the smallest cave ever

“what are u doing” “wait y/n we might need this copper” “jungwon don’t u already have like three stacks of copper” “yeah but we might need it”

lots of time spent mining

u eat your words tho when he is decked out in diamond armor from almost the get-go

when you guys build a base it HAS to have a little mine under the house (little as in huge)

somehow has like ten dogs?

“this one is maeumi, this one is maeumi’s friend, this once can be gaeul… maybe this one can be layla? oh! and this one is maeumi’s other friend. this one is bisco. this one is yours but you don’t get to name it. i will name it for you.”

they would be cats if it was really up to you but you’ll live

also refuses to elaborate on this thing he does

he makes tons and tons of signs and just places them around the base

some of them make sense and others just don’t at all

has a 2x2 fenced in area and the sign outside of it says “jail”

has anyone ever been sent to jail there? no. but as jungwon says “just in case”

riki ; 니키

possibly the worst yet most fun person to play with

at first you’re like “let’s play together” and he’s like “yeah sure whatever” but little do u know he has every plan in the world to turn the game into warfare

it’s even worse if you are playing on a realm rather than just a server

he abandons you from the get-go and immediately runs away and you can’t catch him so he builds a base far away from you

the base is in fact a dirt house

but it’s minecraft who said he had to be an architect

yes he abandoned you and is regularly attacking you at any given chance but he still keeps his tabs on where you are

walks all over your farm and kills your livestock

leaves signs saying “riki was here” “get rikrolled”

since he keeps tabs on you, u have to be very cautious of what you leave in your chests

he will steal anything. just for fun

threatens to blow up everything because he just wants to

little does he know if he wants warfare ur gonna give him warfare

a/n : this is random but i played mc like two days ago and i thought this could be a silly idea

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hoe4sports · 17 days

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“You look like me”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen (Child reader)

A/N: This was shit, I might redo this later. Also Jenni never left Barca. This is a series. Spanish is always google translate. No triggers.

Summary: You and Caro go on an adventure. You cross paths with an older lady, and your two mama’s are taking steps in their relationship.

Mami was desperately trying to get you ready for the day, but you couldn’t sit still. You were bouncing off the walls with excitement as you waited for Caroline. Caroline had promised you to take you to the toy store and the local ice cream shop without mami, and you were beyond excited. It was almost like the things Mami and Caroline did! “Princesa, you have to try to sit still” Mami sighted as she tried to brush your long hair for the 10th time. “Lo siento, Mami, I’m just happy” you sang as your little legs dangled from the chair that Mami had placed in the bathroom for you to sit on. Your hands touched the skirt of your dress, it was pink, glittery and had sequins; all the things that together made the recipe of a very happy little girl. “And done! What do you think, amor?” Mami said as she held your hands to stand up infront of the mirror. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Wow! Mami! Es fantástico!” You said as your touched your little half updo with the pink elastics. “Es perfecta” you say as your eyes is entranced in your reflection. “You are my favourite girl in the world, amor, mami loves you so so much” Mami said as she picked you up and held you tight to her chest. She would do that from time to time, holding you close for a little while without saying a word. This had happened for the first time the morning she had woken up to your screams as a new born, her wife nowhere to be seen only to pick you up as she found a note downstairs saying family life wasn’t for her wife. That was when she stopped caring about girls and drinks and parties; life was only about her little girl now. Her world withing her hands.

You breathed in mami’s familiar scent and listened to her heart beat only to be disrupted by the sound of someone entering downstairs. “Jenni, Lillevenn! I’m here!” She called as you shot your head up to look at Mami. “Mami, Mami! Es Caroline!” You said as you wiggled loose and bolted towards the hall and the stairway. You giggled as you ran, your hair flying in the wind and your giggles roaming around the hall. “Mamma, mamma!” You yelled as you jumped down the stairs and straight into Caroline’s arms. The words mamma meant so much to her. She didn’t ever imagine wanting kids, but when she met Jenni; she had fallen in love with both her and you. Mami just didn’t know it yet. Caroline had helped raise you, and it felt natural and completely platonic to call her mamma. That was what she called someone in norway that would read her bedtime stories, take her to football and give her kisses, and that had to be a good thing. You jumped into Caroline’s arms and looked up at her. “I’m excited” you said with a shyness in your voice. “Well, I am excited to spend time with my favourite girl in the whole world!” Caroline exclaimed while stroking your hair gently as she smiled down to you. “Let’s go to the car, si?” Caroline said as you took her head and walked out, Mami following close behind. “I’m just gonna take out her car seat, it’s pretty eas-“ mami begun as she unlocked your big suv Lexus. “No need” Caroline said as she opened up the backseat door to her car. “Caroline, she needs a carse-“ Mami said as she shook her head slightly scared. “Wow! A seat! For me? Pink mami, it’s pink” you squealed as you looked at the car seat in the back of Caroline’s car and jumped up into it. “I love it mami!” You said as you slipped into it and giggled. “A special seat for a special girl” Caroline said as she smirked and looked at Jenni. “Caroline, you are absolutely spoiling her. You didn’t have too! I could get one for your car” Mami said as she crossed her arms and looked at Caroline. Caroline was busy buckling you in, and when the belt snapped together like it was supposed to; she turned around to look at Mami. “I’m in this for the long haul”

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“And here we are lille prinsesse, are you ready?» Caroline said as you pulled up to the toy store. It was huge. It had pretty lights and so many colors. You could see huge toy sculptures in the front of the store. It looked magical. It was fantastic! “Yes mamma! It has pretty lights” you said as you beamed in the car seat. Caroline smiled while looking at you in the rear view mirror and unbuckled herself before getting out and helping you out. She loosened the buckle and reached for your hand as you jumped down, your little sandals with blinkers going crazy. You walked together towards the store, which was huge in comparison to your 3,5 year old frame. Your hand grabbed Caroline’s extra tight when you entered through the entrance, and she looked down on you comfortably. “Carry me?” You said as you bit your lip, a bit overstimulated with the whole situation. Just like a mother would, Caroline immediately picked you up and placed you on her hip. When she held you, nothing felt scary anymore. It was safe. Warm. And familiar.

“Wow, look at mirabell!” You squealed as you saw mirabell from Encanto. Caroline smiled and looked at the direction you were pointing towards. Together you walked through endless oceans of bouncy balls, Barbies, baby born, cars, swords, game and little houses with little people in. As she walked around carrying you tightly, scared to death of losing the most important thing in her life; your eyes caught a familiar doll. “Mamma, mamma! It’s Elsa and Anna! From Arendelle!” You shouted as you wiggled down from her grip and bolted towards the big isle of toys. “Woah” you said as your eyes were sparkling while looking up at all the boxes. “Is this what you want prinsesse?» she said as she looked at the big selection of toys. You nodded as you were still in awe. “Can I have the set? With Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and Kristoff” you asked as you were staring at the big box of figurines. “Of course, you can get anything you want skatt» she said reassuringly. She reached for the box that was high up on a shelf before you headed towards the exit to pay. She carried you out to the car, and got you all buckled in; safe and sound before heading towards the ice cream shop.

You were skipping next to her when she pointed to the ice cream shop. “Look lillevenn, there it is!” She said as she looked down on you. You giggled and jumped with joy as you pulled her along as fast as you could possibly move. The bell of the door rang when you entered the shop. It was bright and colorful with sprinkles on the walls. It had nice happy music and the smell was magical. It smelled like a strawberry soft serve with strawberry sauce and fresh cut strawberry. Your feet felt energised as you looked over all the flavours in the display. Caroline picked you up so you could see the ice cream. “Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, banana, orange..Bubblebum!” You say as you point to each flavor. “You are so so smart prinsesse, you impress me every day. Now, do you know what flavour you want?” She said as she looks at you with awe. “Yes, mamma, si! I do know!” You squeal as you are being called to the front desk to order. “Hola princesa! Qué te gustaría pedir?” The older woman says making you giggle. Mami has made sure to speak both Spanish and English, just in case you were to move abroad making the transition easier. “Por favor, ¿puedo tomar helado de fresa?” You say as you smile towards the woman while pointing towards the pink mixture still safe on Caroline’s hip. “Por supuesto! quiere algo señora?» the woman says as her hand is scribbling quick. “helado de chocolate por favor” Caroline responds as the lady gestures for Caroline to pay and she taps her debitcard on the machine.

“Mamma, I love strawberry ice cream, thank you so so much!” You squeal as you dip your spoon into the pink ice cream happy as ever. "Taste mamma!" you say as you shove the spoon into Caroline's face who willingly leta you. "mmmm, it's very good skqtt" she says as she carefully wipes your face on the napkin. “Taste? Pleeeeease” you say as you give her your best puppy eyes. Caroline laughs as she strokes your cheek before offering you a taste of her chocolate ice cream. “Mmm, mamma, gracias, it’s yummy” you say as you lick your lips. An older mysterious woman drops her bag forcing all her coins to fall out of her grip. Your eyes widen as you let out a shocked sound before you wiggle down and start picking up all the coins. You look over at the woman as you hand her the coins and she smiles warmly to you. “Thank you princesa” she says as she touches your hand. Caroline instinctively has a hand on your shoulder and decides to pick you up feeling like you are safest on her hip. “Are you her mom? You look so alike. You have raised a very empathetic young woman.” She says just as she walks out of the shop with her bag. You look up at Caroline who kisses your head. “Let’s go home to mami.”

As you pull up to the driveway, you hold your newest addition to your toy collection close to your chest. Then you can see Jenni come out of the house waving at the car. She’s just standing in her slippers which you find silly so you let out a giggle. Mami opens up the door of your side of the car. “Princesa! I have missed you so much! How was your adventure?” She asks as she unbuckles you while you hold the box in her face. “Mami, Caroline gave me Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and kristoff! From frozen” you say as you squeal. “Wow, aren’t you so lucky?” Mami said as she picks you up and holds you close. The familiarity of mami’s heartbeat and warmth is enough to make you feel so sleepy. You yawn as you lean towards her, taking in the familiar comforting scent that you love so much. At night when you were to sleep in your own bed, you would make sure to have mami’s shirt with you so you could feel comforted if you woke up in the middle of the night. “Are you tired, amor?” Mami says as you nod. Mami carries you inside and Caroline follows quickly behind. “I’m just gonna put her down for a nap, Caz. Feel like home” Jenni says as Caroline nods and puts down her jacket on the counter. Mami starts to walk up the stairs as you say “mamma also put me to bed”. Jenni looks at Caroline and gestures for her to join. Eventually, Mami sits at the edge of your bed while Caroline sits at the little lounge chair next to your bed. “Me look like mamma” you say as you yawn again while mr.sleep is knocking on your eyelids. Caroline blushes as Jenni smiles “Do you think you look like Mamma?” You nod as you close your eyes and pull your polar bear close. “She does, dosent she?” Jenni says as she tucks your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, she looks like you” Caroline says as she tries to move to conversation forwards. “No, Caz. She does look like you. I can tell that she loves you like she loves me. And I know that you love her as your own.” Jenni continues as she tucks you in with your favourite pink fuzzy blanket. You suddenly say “we a family; mami, mamma and me.” As you drift further and further away from the situation while imagining Olaf eating big strawberries in Arendelle where Mamma is from. Jenni and Caroline stands close in your doorway as the shadow of their frames are standing close together. ��I would love to be a family” Mami says as you drift complete off.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader

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rikiluvly · 9 months

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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

🥀*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱

tysm to the anon that requested this! <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | more to come...

PAIRINGS: vampire!riki x human!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and your mom move into an old mansion after some struggles. but what happens when the mansion is actually occupied by 7 vampires and the youngest just can’t seem to keep his eyes off you.

GENRE: vampire au, fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

WARNINGS: mention of food, slight swearing, and Ni-ki is kinda rude.

WORD COUNT: 1,4k

you didn’t want to move houses. you thought your apartment was cute and cozy, but according to your mom, it was cramped and suffocating. so what she did was buy an old crappy mansion out in the middle of nowhere.

you and your mom were in the car driving on a gravel path surrounded by tall pine trees. turning a corner you could see the place you were moving into. it sure was beautiful at least, with vines covering the outside and a great big gate giving an eery welcoming vibe. to some people, they’d think it was haunted, but you don’t believe in that stuff.

our car pulled up and you stepped outside. you took some time to admire the place. you knew there had to be something wrong with it because the price you bought it for was weirdly cheap. your mum got the key out and unlocked the door.

once you walked in you were overwhelmed. jesus this place was ginormous. the ceiling had amazing carvings and the walls had beautiful paintings. you walked up the long stairway to the second floor. the stairway was magnificent curling around up to the next floor.

“y/n your room is the third door to the right!” your mum called out to you from downstairs.

“ok thanks mum!” you saw the door and opened it. wow. your room was the biggest bedroom you have ever stepped foot in. You took your time to explore the painted walls and ceiling. the ceiling was painted with clouds and the walls were a beautiful baby blue color. a four-posted bed was leaned against the back wall with navy curtains that could wrap around it. two windows were displayed on either side of the bed with bright red curtains. maybe some changes could be made.

"who are you?" a sudden echo of a voice was projected through your new bedroom.

"what?"

"I said, who. are. you?" the deep voice came again. was this house seriously haunted? you thought to yourself.

"that's an insult," came the mysterious voice.

"what?"

"Is that the only word in your vocabulary or something?" the person that occupied the voice was still nowhere to be seen.

"calling this place haunted can be an insult to us. we don't haunt we just... occupy it," you couldn't lie, the voice was beautiful and you knew the face behind it would be as well. but you can't seem to help to grow a dislike for whoever it was.

"I'm confused, me and my mom thought no one lived here?"

"no one does live here. well, not any humans anyway" all kinds of thoughts started running through your head. is this thing some kind of ghost?

"I would prefer it if you wouldn't call me a 'thing' beautiful,' oh you really dislike the voice now.

you started eyeing around your room looking for the voice. the voice that wouldn't show its face. you took a look under your bed, disappointed to find nothing but an old stuffed teddy bear that the past owners must have left. you reached to pick it up and examined the toy. looks like it has been well-loved. you thought.

you stood up only to be met with an unfamiliar face.

"glad you like my bear," the surprise caused you to jump slightly. you had noticed fangs had appeared on either side of his mouth as he talked. vampire? no. no way.

"ah, you're a lot smarter than I thought," the tall figure looked down at you as you couldn't dare to look into his eyes.

"who are you?" you asked looking back at the stuffed bear in your hands.

"seems like you stole my question there... y/n," he knows my name? you couldn't bare stay with this 'thing' any longer. so you sprinted around the tall physique and tried to get to the door. only for him to spawn in front of you and block the exit.

"how do you know my name?" you asked, scared for an answer.

"I'm a vampire... I can read minds," answering like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"you didn't answer my first question, who are you?" you asked hoping for an actual answer this time.

"Riki, Riki Nishimura," the vampire said showing off his sharp set of teeth. as threatening as they are, no teeth could scare you. just the thought of being punctured in the neck by Riki did.

"so, are you the only vampire that lives here, or are there more?" you asked hoping for an answer that confirms he is the only one.

"there are six more of us,' SIX?! you suddenly thought of your mom. what if she had come across one? you had to get out of the bedroom.

"I- I have to leave! my mom, she could have come across one and-" you stuttered hoping Riki would move aside.

"no need to worry about that, they won't be interested in your mum," his answer made you stop your plan to escape.

"why?"

"we prefer them young and fresh," he said taking steps towards you.

"what.." you said in a whisper.

"...nah I'm just joking. they are all out doing who knows what," you felt a weight lift off your chest. so they aren't blood-sucking creatures?

"oh, we still drink blood don't get that wrong but only on very... very rare occasions," you stood there waiting for him to say he was joking again. until he didn’t.

“so, y/n I better let you get to your unpacking, ya’ need any help.. I won’t be here,” he vanished.

you took some time to adjust to what had happened. you and your mom had just moved into a house filled with vampires. even someone like you who doesn’t believe in stuff like this knows that this was very much real, and very much happening.

you can’t tell your mom. you just can’t. life has just been so difficult lately and you know she needs this fresh new start, in a fresh ‘new’ home.

you opened the door to leave your room and sprinted back down the stairs

"mom!" you called out but didn't get a reply. what if Riki had gotten to your mom. a thought u would dare to think of again. you ran around the first floor realizing how many rooms there actually were. too many.

"mom-"

"oh hey honey I didn't hear you. everything going well in your new room?" she asked standing up from behind the kitchen counter.

no, I met a vampire named Riki who lives here with his six other friends.

"yeah, my room is really nice," you wish you could tell her the truth but the truth could destroy her. she seems so happy.

"well that's great, I just got dinner ready how bout you eat?" you lost your appetite a while ago but you still couldn't resist your mom's cooking, so you both walked into the dining room. In the middle sat an extremely long dining table with exactly seven chairs.

seven chairs. seven vampires.

you took a seat in the one furthest down the table, as your mom sat in the one opposite. she laid out a plate of pasta in front of you along with a glass of water.

"thanks, mom," you said politely as you started eating. your mom didn't sit down instead she started to walk away.

"where are you going?" you asked intensively.

"oh I already ate, you spent quite a lot of time in that new room of yours so I'm going to go wash up," she then left leaving you in the ominous, scary dining room.

"your in my seat," the vampire you had met earlier was again before you sat in the opposite chair.

"you seriously can't leave me alone can you?" you asked looking up as you took a bite from your pasta. his mouth turned into a slight smirk showing his sharp canines.

"no one has come here for the past seven years, what do you expect?" the same obvious tone that he had displayed before had come back.

"yeah, well I didn't know that," you said quietly looking down at your food, as he wouldn't take his eyes off you.

"look, don't expect the others to go as easy on you as I did alright?" easy? he scared the living hell out of you two times now.

"when are they coming back?" you wanted to know so you could be prepared. but they could also easily pop up in front of you at any time.

"right about...now," you felt a gush of wind come from behind you, blowing your hair up.

there stood six tall, handsome vampires holding cups of red liquid. which could only be one thing.

blood.

A/N: I accidentally deleted a 3k word fic and it's completely gone naur. oh well, I hoped you enjoyed this! 2nd part will be out soon.

#enhypen x reader #enhahearts #niki x reader #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen #kpop #enhypen fanfiction #enha x reader #enhypen scenarios #ni ki x reader #ni ki enhypen

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lostinlewis · 2 months

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Rating: M

Words: 2178

You typed the six digits into the keypad of his door like it was just another Sunday visit, you knew it was significant that he had kept the code the same for the past few months, significant or slack, but you knew him better than to believe he would be slack about anything, least of all his security.

Lewis had practically invited you over, first the thirst trap he posted to Instagram, the one in which he made sure to show the Cream cushion you had bought him last year, the one in which told you he was back in London for the first time in months, and then with the caption that was quite clearly a response to you. He was ready, he was telling you he was ready.

The house was empty but for the soft music that played through every speaker in the house, something Lewis had insisted on installing the moment he bought the house, just so he could spend nights with you dancing from room to room as you drank wine and made plans for the future.

‘I thought you were over me?’ His voice came from the stairway as you passed it, his tone completely unreadable. ‘I thought you said that you never wanted to see me again?’

You turned to face him, he hadn’t bothered to get dressed post work-out, instead he was standing on the stairs with nothing but a White towel wrapped around his waist, the tie working overtime to keep it from falling to the floor. A part of you wished it would, you needed him disarmed, you needed him to not question your presence nor your reasoning, but you also knew the luck always laid with him.

‘We both said a lot of things.’

You tried so hard to project confidence in your voice but he could hear the way in which you trembled with fear. You had worked so hard to convince yourself that he was not the man for you, countless nights spent reading romance novels in which the male love interest displayed obvious and cliched signs of affection just to try and trick your brain into wanting that over a man who always struggled with his emotions. Yet here you were again, six months after you swore you would never speak to him again, you stood at the bottom of his stairs watching him descend towards you looking like some kind of god from the heavens.

‘You kept the code the same, that’s not like you?’

Lewis smiled as he met you at your level, both of you the same height had meant that as you gazed into each other's eyes it was virtually impossible to break away. It also meant that when he moved but a breath away from you, it forced you to feel the warmth of his lips almost against yours, teasing you with the possibility of feeling them once more, daring you to be strong enough to resist.

‘I told you as you walked out the door six months ago, I was never going to stop you from coming back to me and I meant it. If I changed the code you would have made it as far as the gate and turned away, wouldn’t you? I couldn’t risk losing the chance to see you because of one little code now, could I?’

He was so close to you now it felt like he was touching you, your skin yearned for the feel of his, your waist ached to be held, and yet he was polite, he was cautious with you, he resisted the urge to do anything but look into your eyes.

‘Why Lewis? Why now?’

His eyes traced down your nose until they fixated on your lips, forcing you to part them, your body reacting to his on instinct as if time was irrelevant and it was only yesterday that it belonged to him.

‘Because…’ Somehow he moved even closer to you, this time his hands found their place on your hips like they had nowhere else to rest. ‘I really needed to do this.’

The very moment his lips met yours you felt your whole body relax, it was then that you realised that for the past six months you had been tense, your muscles in knots constantly, every fibre of your being felt off without his touch.

He was so greedy with his lips, devouring your own as one hand lay on your waist, the other moving down your ass to hold it, pulling you so close to him now you could feel his excitement pressed against you.

Lewis took control so naturally that you never had to think of a thing when he was around, and that included during intimate moments like this. With one swift movement he had your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom like you were as light as a feather, placing you down on his bed to really get a look at you.

It didn’t matter to him that you were fully dressed. Of course he knew every inch of your body, he had studied it enough, but as he stood to the end of the bed just looking at you, it wasn’t your naked body he was admiring, it was the whole of you. That was the part of romance novels that he always had them beat, whilst he was never one for flowers on a random Tuesday, nor was he one to make public declarations of love, the look in his eyes as he stared at you was so filled with love that even Jane Austen would struggle to find the words to describe it.

‘Come here…’

Your plea a whisper, barely audible over the music that continued to play, but he knew what you wanted from the way your body arched towards him, begging him to join you on the bed.

He let the towel fall to the floor with no shame, every inch of the man you remembered, he climbed in between your still clothed legs and seemed to take delight in getting to undress you. As his fingers undid your clothing to reveal another piece of you, his lips warmed the newly bare skin, the perfect excuse to taste every part of you.

The very moment he had you stripped bare he could do nothing for a moment but look at you once again, Lewis saw all of you, the stretchmarks you hated, the scars from childhood too, yet what you viewed as a flaw, he viewed as perfection. He had told you so many times before how you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and as he knelt between your legs, his eyes unable to take in enough of you at one time by the way they darted from skin to skin, you could see it was the truth.

When desire became too overwhelming for him to fight any longer, he wrapped a hand around your ankle pulling it up to meet your lips. Lewis loved the taste of you, sure he would spend hours between your legs if he could, but he loved the taste of your skin, as he kissed from your foot, up your leg, you heard his breathing get deeper, the odd soft growl leave his lips. Nothing satisfied him more than having the taste of you on his tongue.

He wasn’t shy about eating pussy, nor did he ever start off slow. Being granted permission to live between your thighs for that period of time made him show you just how much he appreciated it. His lips wrapped around the hood of your clit as he kissed it first, before he sucked your clit into his mouth just to hear the gasp leave your lips, and feel your whole body rise off the bed.

‘Fuck…Lewis…oh my god.’

The words fell off your lips as if pleading for mercy would do anything but spur him on. Every moan made him tease your clit with his tongue harder, every time your hands gripped at the sheets he drove his tongue deeper inside of you. Lewis could make you feel things that even you couldn’t do to yourself, and no one else on earth could make you cum just as quickly as he did.

Your moans now were continuous, the waves of pleasure that ran through your body unstoppable. You could feel it building quickly, you knew he could too. Lewis ground into the mattress to satisfy himself just a little as he flicked at your clit with a pulsation that bettered any Rose vibrator.

Your breath held still in your chest as you peaked, feeling the explosion in every nerve ending in your body you shook violently on the bed as he held your waist down, ensuring that he could eat you through every wave and then into a state of sensitive ecstasy. It was only when he felt you jerk with every lick that he came up for air. His beard proudly carrying remnants of your pleasure, he licked his lips with a satisfied smile on his face.

If it wasn’t for how incredibly hard he was, his dick practically pulsating in desperation for your help, you would have thought he got himself off too but he hadn’t, he was saving that for you.

Your hands reached for his dick, you always needed them both to really hold him, before he grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head as he laid his full weight on top of you, nibbling at your throat.

‘I need to be inside of you.’

His words growled into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe, you could feel the tip of his dick threatening to enter you as he tried so hard to hold back. You knew that it meant he wouldn’t last long, he never could when you had been away from each other for so long, not that you cared a bit. It could have been three strokes and he was done and you still would have loved every single one.

‘Let me…’

In his weakened state you knew just what to do to make him feel good. Lewis fell to the bed as you climbed on top of him, hovering over his dick so close that you began to drip over it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was painfully erect now, his desire for you almost torturous.

‘Please baby…’

He begged you for it with a look in his eyes that was so incredibly vulnerable you could do nothing but take pity on him. Sitting down on him slowly you felt him stretch you with every inch that he filled you with. Lewis hissed as he bottomed out inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips so brutally you knew he would leave a mark for days.

You could feel him pulsate with desperation inside of you as you kept still, it felt cruel almost to tease him, yet you never wanted this moment to end. Lewis had had enough now, his hands on your hips began rocking you, encouraging you, pleading with you to show mercy and fuck him just how he needed to be fucked in that moment; you obliged.

One of your hands on the compass that decorated his torso, the other held his to your breast, you began to ride him fast, your ass bouncing up and down on him so quickly the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

Lewis had never been ashamed to be loud, he always made sure to let you know how good you were making him feel, and so his grunts, his groans, the deep moans he sang into the air only encouraged you more.

The burn in your thighs was so intense now yet not a single part of you could stop. His body began to jolt, his hands grabbed desperately at your hips to try and take back a semblance of control, but you wouldn’t give it to him, you wouldn’t let up. Your rhythm unmatched now as you rode him, you heard his breathing labour now as his orgasm teetered on the edge.

‘Give it to me, Lewis. I need it.’

Your sentence had barely rolled off your tongue before he did just that. His hips thrusting up to meet you as he groaned out his orgasm, reams of cum decorating your walls, so much so it was as if he wanted to make sure you would never be empty of him again.

You fell forward onto his chest, your head finding the crook of his next as if it belonged there, his dick softening inside of you but not wanting to leave your warmth. For the first time in six months it felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be, wrapped in the big arms of the only man you had ever loved.

‘I’m not letting you go this time. I’m ready…’

#lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton smut

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a scenario for Identity V? Specifically for Norton? I love the way you write for him!

Okay so, it’s safe to say that since Norton and Fools Gold are basically the same person, they feel the same way about things, including people. What if the reader (female or gender neutral) discovers Norton’s feelings toward them after having a match against Fools Gold and confronts him about it? Like rather than chair the reader, FG acts possessive toward them and teases them? Confrontation with Norton could end in fluff or NSFW, up to you!

Thank you!

Fool's Gold be normal challenge part 2 lol but im mad i lost my idea midway (curse u adhd!)

Rated Mature | Warning: relationship -in psychologist voice-

With how long you have been running your chest is starting to hurt, which does not help the limited places to run are getting smaller and smaller. Luckily, the map is Chinatown and there are plenty of places to hide. Not so lucky, as the hunter is well aware of those places. Not a rare map to be placed in but frequent as the Arms Factory or Sacred Heart Hospital.

With a dash upstairs and your legs give out, your chest burns but your heart does not stop racing as the hunter is still nearby.

You have been tunnel-hunted before by hunters, never for a reason-- Sometimes. However, you have never felt like a mouse in a game of cat and mouse, there is a teasing nature and you hate it. Fool’s Gold can be mean but he is no Ithaqua or Ripper, still for him to get seemingly off on you running away— His laugh loud— Worries you. The costume he has on does not help as he looks like a demon from the seven hells ready to claim your soul!

“Sparky, where are you~!” In a sing-song voice as he comes up the stairs. You go still, your dark costume is to your advantage as you hide behind a mannequin. The heavy footsteps have you holding your breath as you emerge from the stairway. His eyes looked around, his intimidating height towering above everything. He turns in your direction, golden stylized pickaxe but then lowers it as he hears a cipher pop.

“I will be back for you later.”

You have experienced fear but the rush of it never gets easier.

The hunter throws his weapon before using the magnetism to pull himself out of the opening in the store. You dash immediately out the other way refusing to just pray he forgets you.

He does not, he waits for you to be rebirthed by Embalmer's casket. You stumble out still hurt but alive, Fool's Gold leaning against a wall cleaning the caked-on blood on his hand, his pickaxe nowhere in sight.

“Sparky.”

“Only Norton calls me that.” Getting ready to book it.

“I am Norton.” Stepping forward, “Better than that brat.” You step to the side.

“No, you are some fucked ‘what if’.”

Fool's Gold stands at his full height, his one eye glowing almost brighter in this dark area, “Careful, sparky, I can let you escape through the dungeon if you behave.”

“I will hit you.” That makes him laugh, “I have one fuse left, we can go together.” Because you are not above being crazy.

“That I do not doubt,” Closer but you stand firm, “But you used all your tools. Too bad it didn't help that prison rat.” When you actually attempt to hit him, he is careful not to use his solid hand. His deformed hand holds you in place, the magnetism holding it together is used to keep you on the table as you try thrashing about. “You could've left him alone!”

“Yeah? Maybe you should've let me have you.” Standing over you, “Kiting me only pissed me off.” It is true the time he had you in his sights you made your business to be annoying. He scares you! Like right now. Being pinned down on a table with him between your legs. His solid hand traces your face.

“He didn't mark you.” Spoken when he yanks down your top to expose your neck and part of your chest. The marks on your skin are always from Norton, friends with benefits arrangement.

“What, you plan on doing it for him?” Playing fearless but you are fearful, this is the darker part of Norton. The demon everyone tries to hide made manifest, Norton hates it— Hates him.

“Why else do you think I have you here and not bleeding you out.” As if he would waste his time bleeding out anyone, maybe himself but that work he does not feel like bothering with. “Are you going to fight me?”

You weigh your options, “Mess around and find out, sport.”

His grin is wide, His teeth look sharp, and your inner masochist is excited.

He let you go via the dungeon, your legs hurt and you know your chest and neck must look like a mess. Easy to hide until you find Norton in your room waiting. He hates it when you have matches with his counterpart, especially the tunnel-hunting you most of the time.

“(Name).” Standing up the moment you entered, he put down the charm you made him on the bed where he was sitting.

“We should talk.”

Talking usually with Norton means he has to sit and listen and consider things, you only inform him so he has time to process and return to you. However, given the things Fool's Gold— Other Norton—was open about. Details are murky as he is not exactly like Norton, but the raw feelings are there, all laid bare because he refuses to standby and let his other self be an idiot.

The conversation is long, but no tears, and a few awkward silences but it ends with an understanding. Sex does not happen, Norton learning the ability to be grateful does not mean sex. Plus, the prospector is conflicted about how his other self thinks he has the right to touch you.

“I mean he is you?”

“I don't care! You're mine.”

“Oh, can you say that again for me, sport?”

#anon ask #idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #identity v x you #idv prospector #idv fool's gold #fool's gold x reader #fool's gold x you #norton campbell x you #norton campbell x reader #idv norton #idv x you #idv x reader

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37-drc89 · 4 months

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should be the last night we’re apart; kim seungmin

trope: exes to lovers.

genre: angst with good ending.

warnings: self-hatred.

word count: 1,4k.

note: i will appreciate every reblog, comment, feedback, as always! thank you so much for reading! x

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Slight lantern light shined through the glass, painting the room's walls weak orange. Other than that, only darkness wrapped your body tightly, so tightly it could almost suffocate you. Cold wind blew through opened window, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine, but there’s no strength in you to close it. There’s no strength to look in the mirror in front of you. No strength to look at yourself.

How many days passed? Eight? Nine? Nineteen?

How many days passed since Seungmin left?

Counting was useless, it always successfully blurred into nothing. Or maybe it was just you who never tried recalling that day, as it sent physical pain into your crashed, aching heart. However, it seemed to be the only thing your mind could ever go back to.

You promised each other to be infinite, until death and further. But the problem about every good book is that it always has its end, and that's all you've learned since the day you were born. Maybe Seungmin didn't enjoy your book. Maybe he got bored of the plot, maybe the characters were a mismatch for him, maybe there were typos on your side that made him go. You could be searching for any explanation all day and night, but the proper words were taken away from you, along with your promised eternal love, with Seungmin.

Your head rests on your knees, eyes focused out somewhere on the floor, looking for any other emotion that could fill you, other than pure guilt. You need to go on. You might be hurt, but life doesn't end here. At least that's what movies say, so why does it feel otherwise?

Obviously, your friends did reach out to you. They sat there, held your hand, patted your back, wiped your tears. They rewatched your favourite shows over and over again, joked around, and you smiled, you laughed even, only for the grin to go long forgotten when doors closed behind them. Additional guilt creeping on your back for being nothing but a burden, weight even your closest friends couldn't lift for you.

And Seungmin was nowhere to be found. Everytime someone walked around the stairway, useless hope grew in your chest, only to brutally be dragged back down when it happened to be your neighbour. Every notification your phone popped made your breath stop, but his name never appeared on the screen. Your fingers always hovered above that send button, unsure about the millionth message you've been preparing the whole day, always ending up deleting it anyway. You stopped trying and your phone remained untouched since. No point of waiting if there's nothing to be waiting for.

It felt as if every good thing was taken away from you. Your every first time, every good joke, every tooth-rotting sweet message, every pleasant morning and evening when you got to lay down next to the love of your life. Was it all really something you have to say goodbye to... for good?

Even the time when your first kiss happened, on that one regular sleepovers of yours? When air thickened during a simple conversation you always had, right before going to bed, his hand slipped over yours, but eyes never left the wall in front of him. Silence grew between the two of you as you quietly blinked at him. "Can I kiss you?" he murmured with dead serious face and you nodded before you could even think. Situation got to you only when his lips connected with yours, staying there for what felt like eternity. Back then you could swear you've never seen Seungmin so passionate about something, so whipped. Your lips felt like they were meant to be kissing each other, and it felt right. Something finally felt right. When your lungs started yearning for breath and he pulled away, first genuine smile appeared on his lips that night, eyes softer than they have ever been, and your heart told you right there that you indeed love the boy in front of you. And as much as your heart fooled you sometimes, you trusted it - do you now have to let it down and forget?

Or about the night he found you in your bathroom, face soaked in burning tears, body completely nude, all but painful whimpers coming out of you, the night you felt especially unattractive, ugly, hideous. When he caged you inside his comforting embrace, not letting you speak as Seungmin knew nothing but self-hatred will come out of you. When his lips carefully kissed every part of your body, slowly, mumbling sugar sweet words into your skin, as if he wanted them to linger underneath it. He kissed every scar, every mole, every beauty mark, your every insecurity. In the end he kissed away your tears, not bothering the salty taste, whispering his admiration and love. The night you felt gentler about yourself for the first time in your life.

Now you despise what you see once again. There is nothing to love.

1 am struck on the clock, reminding you about how long you've been rotting into your bed, another four hours flew by your head before you could catch them. Few messages from your friends already cold on your phone, you should check them, you should at least let them know that you are alive, but are you really? Can you consider your current state as living?

Krrrth.

Your ears fail to catch that familiar sound of key being inserted into the keyhole, lock sliding open right after. You only notice stairway light sliding into your apartment along with doors opening quietly, but it disappears seconds after. Faint steps growing louder as a figure stands in the doorframe, in complete dark. But the silhouette is so well known to you you could recognize it half-blinded.

He locked his gaze at your poor, small figure, finding your eyes in the dark immediately. Soft pants leave his lips, a sign that he most likely ran. To you.

Kim Seungmin.

The last person you need. The only one you want to see.

"y/n,"

Your name on his lips feel like a curse and like a blessing, and you can't tell if the knot inside your stomach is tightening or loosening. You want to punch him, you want to scream, you want to kick him out and tell him not to come see you ever again. But more than that, you want to hold him and never let him go again. To kiss him all over, to cry into his chest, to confess your love for him over and over again.

Your mind quiets as Seungmin makes his way to you, kneeling in front of you. Moonlight perfectly reflects dried tear stains on his face, you hear his breath shake. His hand lifts up, reaching out for yours, but he doesn't dare to touch you, to scare you, waiting for your permission. Only when your cold, trembling hand leans in into his, Seungmin carefully holds it. His other hand sneaks itself around your back, scooping you into his embrace. You could protest. But this moment feels like a dream come true. Like something you've been searching for for your whole life. He holds you so gently like you're the most fragile, porcelain masterpiece ever created, just like you remember. Your hands roll into weak fists, ready to punish him for leaving, but all you're capable of is clutching them on his hoodie as strongly as you can. Tears that seemed dried out for the past days start flowing, and they run, run, run down your face one by one, creating a steady stream.

Time passes. Minutes or hours, you're not sure. Seungmin pulls away gently, hands coming up to hold both of your wet cheeks. His heart trembles at the poor sight, another set of tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. He knows he hurt you. He knows he's the one responsible for what he sees. And he is ready for you to punch his face, aware that this is the only thing he deserves from you.

But instead, you lean in, laying your swollen, red lips on top of his. And he can't help but hold you closer, like he's getting the greatest award for being the worst dick existing.

"My love. I will explain to you, everything," stream of tears go down his cheek, bottom lip trembling. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. For everything you've been through, because of me."

"This better be the last night we were apart." You squeak weakly, running your thumb over his lips, effectively shushing him. Right now that doesn't matter, because Kim Seungmin is by your side once again.

You can tell if something is right when most things in this world are plain wrong.

And you know this is right.

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Unknown caller. Tate Langdon smut.

You get a call from a familiar voice from a movie you watched last night. And you’re in for a exciting treat. WARNINGS! Fingering. Knife play. Mask Kink. Lemme know if y’all want a part two hehe.

Last fic of the day! But don’t worry. More are coming!

You were walking home from college, exhausted from your class in psychology today. Your phone rang, an unknown number came through but you answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, y/n.” The voice was changed, by some sort of automated voice. But you couldn’t help but notice it sounded weirdly like Ghostface. Which was weird. You just watched the movie with your boyfriend last night.

“Um. Hi? Who’s this?” You asked, crossing the street. Your house was a few blocks away but your pace slowed as you held the phone close to your ear.

“Oh. Nobody special. But you’re special. Y/n.” The voice replied. You squinted your eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“For many reasons. I’m sure your boyfriend thinks your special.” You almost smirked. Tate. You knew it was him. The little fucker was always up to something. But he gave himself away.

“Tate? Is that you?” You questioned. Silence met you and you laughed. “Funny. But I think you’re cutting it a little too close. I know it’s you.”

“Maybe. But maybe not. If you don’t want a knife against your neck, you’d be wise to answer a few questions.” Tate answered. Ghostface answered.

“What are your questions, ghostface?” You teased.

“Do you like being scared?” He asked. You kept walking. Your house growing closer.

“Sometimes. It depends on what’s on screen.”

“I think you’d enjoy the movie, scream. Scary men in masks. Tormenting innocent girls.” He challenged and you giggled.

“Oh? Like you?”

“Im not scary. Im just curious.” He teased. You hummed and made it to your front lawn. He could come out this far, the murder house allowing him this space of access but you didn’t want to ruin the fun right away.

“How did you even change your voice, Tate?” You asked him.

“Sorry. I get to ask the questions. Not you.” He retorted and you smirked.

“Really?”

“That’s right. What’s your favorite scary movie?” The classic line.

You took your time answering. “Probably Saw. Or maybe hostel.”

“You like dismemberment? Interesting. An innocent girl like you. Liking such scary movies. It kind of turns me on.” You leaned across the gate, scaring at your window.

“Who said I’m an innocent girl?”

“Again. I get to ask the questions.” Ghostface said to you with a little more aggression. “Are you wearing any underwear?” You snickered and decided to lie.

“Nope.”

“Bad girl.” He said to you over the phone. You walked to the front door and emptiness met you as you went inside. “I hope you’re not lying to me. Bad things happen to liars.”

“And bad things happen to serial killers.” You responded, walking through the entrance. He was nowhere to be seen. You slowly started walking up the stairs.

“I haven’t even started asking the fun questions yet.” He whined.

“Ask away.”

“The real question is not who am I…the question is where am I?” Ah, another classic line.

“Tate, if you’re going to be ghostface. You can at least come up with something original.” You quipped, your hand gripping the stairway. You turned and walked into your room, which was his old room.

He wasn’t in there either. You sat on the bed.

“You want original? Then answer this. Your boyfriend. Does he make you wet?” Ghostface asked.

“Yes.” You answered simply.

“Good answer. But maybe we should test that theory. go ahead and put two pretty fingers inside you. Tell me how wet you are.”

You reached down, obeying him. You almost moan at the slick growing and you pulled them out. “I’m soaking.” You told him.

“Good girl. Now, put those fingers in your mouth. Tell me how sweet you taste.”

“Don’t you want to find out for yourself?” You asked him.

“Do as I say and you won’t get hurt.” You heard the clink, possibly a knife over the phone. You listened and put your fingers in your mouth, sucking the taste off.

“It tastes sweet.” You confessed.

“Lay back on the bed, open your legs.” You followed suit, waiting for his next message.

“Hello?” You asked, open and ready.

Your closet door burst open, Tate stood there but instead of his usual sweater and jeans. He wore a black long gown with black pants and boots. Along with the Ghostface mask. He looked formidable as he held a knife.

“Tate?” You questioned but he gave no answer as he grew closer, holding the blade out. He traced it on your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your hips. The tip of the edge pressed against your thigh before he pulled it away.

“Take off your shirt.” He commanded, voice still altered. You listened and peeled off your shirt, leaving you in just your bra.

He ran the knife over your breasts, his hands bare. You recognized those big hands, you arched your back from the cool metal as it grazed your flesh. He’s never done that before. He maneuvered the knife around your breast, scraping your nipple. You shuddered as he pushed you flat against the bed. “Did I tell you, that you could move without my permission?” He asked you.

He placed the tip of the knife underneath your chin as his other hand disappeared in between your thigh. He expertly rubbed your clit with his fingers, circling the nub slowly. You pressed your thighs together, trying to create more friction but he slid the knife down, right over your stomach. “Don’t fucking move.” He barked at you.

You tried your best to listen as his pointer and middle finger slid easily inside you. He started pumping slowly and you desperately wanted to take the mask off and kiss him. You reached up but he pinned your wrists down with one hand as he pumped faster. Your core clenched around him as he smoothly curled his fingers up, hitting your spot.

“Tate. Please. Kiss me.” You moaned. Hoping he’ll listen to you.

He shook his head, mask still securely attached to his face as he finger fucked you. “I don’t think so. You don’t make the orders today.”

Your climax reached its peak as he pressed the knife harder against your stomach. You groaned, rolling your hips to his fingers as they didn’t slow down.

Finally, he stopped and pulled the mask off. He smirked wickedly at you. “Enjoy yourself?” He asked.

You smacked his arm. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Who said I played fair, baby?”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Invulnerable Poison Apple.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. This is his home, his roots, and he will cherish them always.

No matter how he may change.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

The Harveston roads stretch out for what seems like forever. Dirt paths uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of modern life.

It's just Epel and his beloved blastcycle set at a breakneck pace. Green grass below... Mother Nature has pushed through the melting snow at last, sounding the call of spring.

The crate secured to back of his bike is always lighter on the trip home than on the trip to the closest city. With the latest load dropped off, he’s free to fly back.

He loves this feeling—the rush of adrenaline, the wind weaving through his hair. It’s a taste of home, a slice of heaven he can get nowhere else.

Up ahead, his family’s farm comes into view. The outline of their orchard, flush with the buds of new life, is a familiar sight. What's new are the crops whose heads sprout up over the treetops: a giant peach, a pumpkin large enough to be a carriage, and more—all the result of magical modification.

He grins, revving up his engine and pushing forward. Faster, faster.

Then he breaks, skidding to a halt before their wooden front porch. The engine dies, leaving only the erratic pounding of his heart in the smoke and dust.

“I’m home!!” Epel announces, dismounting. He removes his helmet and places it on his blastcycle's seat. Wisps of lilac cling to his forehead, his fair skin colored with the blush of exhilaration.

Similar heads of hair—members of the Felmier family, dressed in casual clothes and fruit-picking gloves—dot the orchard. They meet his eyes and wave.

He counts them: his mom and his dad, his aunt and uncle. His cousin is too young to get their hands down and dirty yet, so they're inside with their grandparents.

So why is there one extra body amid the apple trees? One person, hunched over on a ladder, a shaking arm outstretched to pluck the fruit.

Not her. Please, not her.

Epel immediately bolts into the fields.

The tree leaves shudder and shift, branches swaying, as if they, too, are loved ones welcoming him back. The air is sweet and uplifting, like the faintest taste of a fizzy drink.

"Meemaw? Meemaw…!!" Epel hollers, racing over to her.

She finally has a grip on the apple, gives it a firm twist, and frees it from its branch. For one frightening moment, she wobbles, threatening to topple from high up. Epel arrives just in time, grabbing onto her ladder to steady it.

He heaves a sigh.

"I told you to try ‘n not overexert yourself…!” Epel scolds her. His hometown’s dialect slips out, smooth as butter and natural sounding to their ears. “You’re gettin’ to that age where doing physical labor ain’t the easiest. At least leave the heavy liftin’ to me ‘n the others!”

“These apples aren’t goin’ to pick themselves!!” Marja grumbles. “Would you rather trade jobs and let me be the one to run deliveries? You wanna be the one to let this old lady on the loose?”

He bites his lower lip. “No, but… I can take some of yer tasks to lighten yer workload. Please, let me.”

His grandma slowly climbs down the ladder. (Epel observes her dissent carefully and maintains his grip on her stairway.) She’s delicate, with rounded, soft features—but he knows she is anything but demure, especially upset.

When Marja lands next to him, he notices her height right away. He had always been just a bit taller than her—“My growin’ little man,” she’d say, giving him a pat on the head—but his grandma seems to have shrunken in the wash.

Marja prods him in the chest, and though she has more strength than one might give her credit for, his muscles are taut and hold their ground. He’s taller, stronger.

“Don’t get cocky with me just because you’ve hit a growth spurt! I’m a Felmier too.” She shoves the freshly picked apple at her grandson’s face. “You fell from our family tree, so you ain’t the only one who’s hardy ‘round here. Don’t worry about me so much!”

“I can’t help it, meemaw,” Epel protests. “We’re gettin’ busier and busier and it’s hard to keep up with the pace.”

“Business is boomin’. I don’t see what you’re yappin’ about!”

“Last thing I want’s for you to be shipped off to the nearest hospital cuz you hurt yourself on our produce.”

“Hush now!! I’lll be fine,” she insists with a broad smile. “I’ve got you and everyone else to count on, so I know I’m in good hands.”

Marja drops the apple into a waiting wicker basket at her feet. It lands atop a pile like a ruby laid in the center of a crown. She bends over and picks up her haul with a grunt and starts waddling towards their house.

Epel remains by her side, matching her walk with a few long strides. He may as well be helping her cross the street, but he stays at a considerable distance. Enough to be polite, but still close enough to swoop in if she takes an unceremonious fall.

“‘Sides, I work cuz I want to, not that I have to,” Marja tuts, clambering up the porch steps. Epel offers her his muscular arm, but she refuses it.

“Gotta keep these weary bones active! And… gotta do my best to support ya where I can.”

“You’ve always done that for us, meemaw.”

All that and more.

She laughs. “Yer not the little boy that needs a scoldin’ for whooping the older kids’ tuchuses anymore. Yer a man now, Epel—but even men ain’t islands. Doesn’t matter how many fights ya win by yerself, ‘s nice to have people to fall back on.”

The front door swings open. Marja shuffles inside, followed by her grandson.

“I understand what yer sayin’. Really, I do. Still, nothin’s gonna stop me from givin’ ya lip. ‘S in our blood,” Epel jokes, knocking at his temples. “Stubbornness runs in the family. I must get it from you.”

“You’re gettin’ real cheeky with me today,” Marja chuckles, setting her basket down on a counter. “I know, how about a good ol’ apple pie with all the fixings? That oughta fill yer belly and fix up yer sass.”

Epel responds with a toothy grin. “Nothin’ hits the spot like your home cooking, meemaw.”

Her eyes twinkle warmly. “Darn right.”

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jvstinderosa · 10 months

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'We have come from somewhere, and we are going somewhere. The great architect of the universe never built a stairway leading nowhere' - Robert Millikan

#nature #sunset #beach #ocean #west coast #california #california sunset #sky #waves #sand #pacific ocean #summer #summertime #summer sunset

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suuuupernovaaa · 10 months

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Secrets | Hobie Brown x f!Reader

The air is thick with smoke and body odor, and the sweet undertone of the mixed drink in my hand cuts through it, just barely, when I raise it to my lips. The bass from the speakers is so loud that I can barely hear myself think, and even though the music is good, I can't help but wonder if the band will be finished before the pounding headache sets in.

Amelia grips my elbow, pulling me towards the stairway. Just one flight up is the roof, and though it's packed with party goers and somehow almost as smokey as inside, it's much quieter.

Just the noise of traffic, chatter, people bumping into each other and apologizing, horns blaring, but no heart-thumping music.

I take a deep breath and lean on the hard concrete that lines the building, the only thing separating us from tumbling to the street far below.

"What's up with you?" Amelia asks, and I shrug, staring over the building down at the people walking by. It's nearly midnight, but the streets in this part of town always seem to be busy.

I wonder whose apartment this is, anyway? Hobie didn't say, and like usual, I didn't ask.

"Tell me." She gives me a gentle shrug. It must be the alcohol; tears gather in my eyes as I look back at her. "Oh shit. What is it?"

My mouth opens, and then snaps closed again.

"Is it Hobie?"

When his band is finished, Hobie slings his guitar over his back and scans the room for her. Usually, she'd be sitting near by, listening, smiling and waving, encouraging him with just her presence, but she slipped away near the beginning of their set.

Where did she go? She's been so weird lately...

She's nowhere inside, so Hobie makes his way up to the roof, nodding and giving hand-shakes to anyone acknowledging him on his way up.

Hobie takes a deep breath. The air is crisp and cold up here. He spots her, to the right, through the crowd. Her colorful hair makes her easy to spot anywhere, even in crowds like this, where blonde or brown hair is the minority.

He approaches and stretches out his arm to grab her, but he catches his name, and stops to listen. Maybe she'll say something he can tease her about later.

"Is it Hobie?" Amelia, Y/N's best friend, asks. Hobie is confused by the look on her face. Brow furrowed, lips turned down... what's he done to upset them now?

Y/N nods. "Well it's... it's not Hobie, really. It's my fault. I keep thinking he'll figure it out, right? Like, I am pretty obvious about it, aren't I?"

Amelia reaches over, and though Hobie can only see the back of Y/N, it's pretty obvious Amelia is wiping away a tear.

He tries to remember if he ever saw Y/N cry before... he really doesn't think he has. She's a woman of few words, and even fewer emotions. What's got her so upset now? What's it got to do with him?

"There's no point, though. He doesn't like me. It's just hard, being around him so much."

Amelia pulls her friend into her arms, and Hobie feels sick to his stomach. Is that what this is about? Was Y/N's flirting not a joke, after all? He'd just assumed... it didn't seem like she was interested in a relationship with anyone, so he hadn't bothered her about it.

Suddenly, Hobie feels like he's intruding on something really private. Amelia lets Y/N go, and he has to choose quickly - retreat, or interject himself into their conversation?

"Hobie!" His choice is taken from him as, finally, Amelia notices he's there. She glances at him, and back at Y/N, panic on her face. "Great set!"

Hobie tucks his hands into his hoodie and strolls over, trying to remain as casual as he always appears. "Not like you two would know, up here chatting."

He throws his arm around Y/N, pulling her close, pretending he can't tell that her nose is red and her cheeks are a little wet.

"Needed some air," she says with a small shrug and a smile. Hobie isn't one for grand gestures, but seeing the tears on her cheeks and knowing they're kind of his fault, it makes him want to shout how he feels in front of everyone, right there. He could stand up on this ledge here and shout it. Confess that he's been in love with her since the moment they met.

But Y/N would hate that, and he kind of hates it too.

Amelia makes an excuse about getting everyone a drink, and slinks away, leaving Hobie and Y/N alone.

Hobie takes a deep breath, and opens his mouth to speak.

Shit shit shit, I curse myself. Why was I crying? Why am I still crying? Hobie removes his arm from around my shoulders, and I quickly wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater, hoping it isn't too obvious.

I know it is, though. Maybe Hobie will be polite and just ignore it. Not ask.

"I gotta tell you a secret," he says, leaning against the brick ledge, crossing one foot over the other. He tilts his head over, his hair flopping, and smiles.

"Okay," I reply, crossing my arms to stop myself from reaching out to adjust his studded necklace, which is just a little cock-eyed. I need to start keeping my hands to myself.

"I've got a big crush," Hobie says, his words running together in that way they sometimes do, causing a few second delay between them coming out of his mouth and me grasping their meaning.

It feels like a vice is starting to close around my heart, and a great lump rises up in my throat. The corner of my eyes start to sting. I look away, squinting into the distance. "Oh?"

Hobie rushes forward suddenly, grabbing both of my upper arms in his large hands. "Oh fuck, Y/N! It's you. Don't cry. It's you I've got that crush on."

I turn back to him, my jaw slack, and the tears don't know whether to halt or rush forth like never before.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, for a while now. Thought you were just joking, y'know, teasing, all those times you said that stuff. About me being cute and all. So I didn't tell you. But, I'm telling you now. I have a giant, proper crush on you. Want you to be my girl."

He's still gripping my arms so tightly, and he's staring intently into my eyes. My chest is heaving up and down, and just one or two tears escape, falling down my cheeks.

Before I can wipe them away, Hobie cups my face in his hand, and uses his thumb to brush the tears from my skin.

"No more crying now," he says with a tsk, tsk.

"Kiss me then," I reply, my voice quiet and breathy, as he has truly just taken it away.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a very signature Hobie smirk. "With pleasure," he says, and brings his mouth to mine.

I have been kissed before. Some have been good, some have been bad, and some have been downright sinfully excellent.

None of them compare to this. The soft warmth of his lips mixed with the cool sting of his lip piercing. One of his large hands holding the back of my head so I can't escape, as if I would want to, and the other tracing over my shoulder, down my arm, and finally around my waist. He pulls me firmly to him, my chest pressing against his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as if I may truly fall off this building if I let go.

I lose myself in it. Months of pent up sadness, frustration, anger and love are released. I sigh into his mouth, and I feel his lips curl up into a satisfied smile.

He pulls away for just a moment to look down at me, and we grin at each other, ear to ear.

"Wow," I say.

"Let's go back to mine. I'll show you wow."

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