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blu-joons · 1 year

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When Their Foreign Partner Gives Birth In Korea ~ Super Junior Reaction

Leeteuk:

A hand brushed through your hair as Jeongsu perched on your hospital bed just beside you. “What’s on your mind?” He quizzed, noticing you staring off into the distance as if you were in a world of your own.

You gave yourself a moment before looking at Jeongsu. “I’m just thinking about how much I wish my family were here with us right now.”

“It must be tough for you,” Jeongsu smiled.

“I just wish they’d been able to come and see us at some point during my pregnancy,” you finally admitted, “I didn’t want it to just be the two of us.”

Jeongsu moved his arm around you, “I wish they were here too.”

“Not all of your family have been able to see us either.”

“You can’t compare my situation to yours,” Jeongu assured you, “my family can get here in a heartbeat if we need them.”

“I think my mum worries sometimes that your mum is around so often, and she’s not,” you confided nervously in Jeongsu.

His heart sank as you spoke, “I’ll make sure that all of your family feel as involved as they can be, just like my family.”

“They’ll be alright, it’s just a lot.”

“We’re all overwhelmed right now.”

Heechul:

Your smile was wide as Heechul encouraged you to pose, holding his phone up and taking a photo of the three of you. “What do you think?” Heechul asked you as he loaded up the photo so that you could take a look.

You nodded approvingly straight away, “my family will be printing that straight away and sticking it up on the fridge at home, I promise.”

“It’s our first family photo,” Heechul noted.

“It’s adorable,” you chuckled as Heechul began to send the photo to your family. “They’re not here, but this feels as good as having them here with us.”

Heechul watched you closely, “they’ll come and visit us soon.”

“I know, we’ve not got too long to wait for them now.”

“Just think when they get here we’ve got babysitting sorted for the week,” Heechul suggested, bringing a laugh out of you.

“I can’t wait to sleep when they come over,” you agreed, taking Heechul by surprise, “we can just rest and let them take control.”

As Heechul placed his phone away he nudged against your side, “they’ll go crazy if we leave them to babysit you know.”

“They’re my parents, I’ll sweet talk them.”

“I like your style.”

Yesung:

You smiled appreciatively across at Jonghoon as he picked up a tissue and wiped underneath your eyes once again. “Don’t fret,” he told you, knowing that you were starting to feel guilty for getting so teary.

A faint chuckle came from you as you tried to get comfortable on your hospital bed. “I didn’t think I was going to cry, how wrong was I?”

“It’s an emotional time,” Jonghoon assured you.

“I didn’t think giving birth would get to me like this,” you confessed, shaking your head, “let alone getting all of these texts from my family missing me.”

Jonghoon nodded back to you, “I bet they’re missing you.”

“I can just picture my mum sobbing reading all these.”

“I’ll make sure to keep them updated,” Jonghoon assured you, “I can’t imagine you being on your phone for much longer.”

“Don’t remind me of what’s to come,” you joked, “it’s bad enough already without knowing they’re all not here too.”

Jonghoon’s smile turned up as he took a hold of your hand, “even if they’re not here, I’m here and I’ll support you Y/N.”

“I’m super lucky that you’re here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Shindong:

A sigh escaped from you as you heard a knock at the door of your suite, glancing across at Donghee. “Who’s here? I thought we asked to make sure that no one interrupted us,” you told him, hanging your head.

Donghee stood up from your bed, making his way across to the suite door. “I’ll have a look and see who it is, I’m sure they’re harmful.”

“Tell them to go away,” you responded.

“That’s not very nice,” a familiar voice told you as Donghee opened up the door, “we’ve travelled halfway around the world to be here for you Y/N.”

Your eyes lit up straight away, “what are you guys doing here?”

“We couldn’t let you give birth all by yourself, could we?”

“I can’t believe it,” you laughed as your mum and dad both rushed to either side of your bed, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Surprise,” Donghee smiled as he hovered back to give you a few moments with your family, relieved to see your wide smile.

Your eyes flickered to Donghee as he spoke, shaking your head in disbelief. “Did you really organise this, just for me?”

“Of course, anything to help you.”

“You’re the best, thank you.”

Eunhyuk:

You both stared down at your son in your arms, with Hyukjae leaning against your shoulder. “He’s definitely got your mum’s nose,” he commented, being able to recognise the similarity straight away between them.

You nodded in agreement with Hyukjae as you studied your son closely, “we’ve cursed him already for having to share a nose with my mum Jae.”

“She’ll be thrilled,” Hyukjae chuckled.

“I can’t wait to show her, we’ll never hear the end of it once she sees him,” you told Hyukjae, turning to face him with a wide smile etched on your face.

He nodded back at you, “just think if she was here in person instead.”

“That’s one good thing about being so far away from them.”

“She wouldn’t let you go,” Hyukjae laughed as he looked at the empty chair beside you, “I’d be useless if she was here.”

“You know what she’s like, always worrying,” you reminded him. “Remember what she was like when I came over for the first time.”

Hyukjae chuckled as he recalled the memory, “there’s no way when she met me she thought I’d father your children.”

“Honestly, she thought you were so strange.”

“But that’s why you love me.”

Siwon:

Your eyes lit up as Siwon sat on the end of your bed hearing familiar voices coming through the phone. “Mum! Dad!” You cheered, leaning into Siwon to make sure that you were in frame and seen by them.

Siwon moved so that you didn’t have to, turning the phone around. “Do you guys want to meet your granddaughter?” Siwon excitedly asked them.

“Let me see, let me see,” your mum grinned.

“Here she is, nice and cosy,” you told them, tilting your arms so that your parents could both see the baby that you cradled so tightly in your hold.

Their smiles were wide as they looked on the screen, “she’s beautiful.”

“Everyone’s doing really well, and only a few tears from Y/N too.”

“Hey,” you jokingly snapped, nudging against Siwon’s arm, “I’m sure no one can blame me for getting upset with all that pain.”

“She was a superstar,” Siwon quickly reassured your parents, watching their smiles light up as they kept looking at your daughter.

As they did, Siwon pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “We can’t wait to come over and see the three of you soon.”

“The three of us, that sounds so weird.”

“You’ll get used to it Y/N.”

Donghae:

The dampness in his shirt broke Donghae’s heart as held onto you, running his hand along your back. “Let it all go,” he whispered closely into your ear, knowing that your emotions were all over like a rollercoaster.

After a few moments you finally pulled away from him, “I’m sorry, this is supposed to be a happy time for us, not a time for me to get upset on you.”

“Don’t you dare apologise,” Donghae told you.

“Throughout this whole pregnancy I’ve survived, but now it’s finally happening. I wish they were here,” you replied, wiping under your eyes.

Donghae kept a close eye on you, “I wish they were here as well for you.”

“You don’t need to feel bad for me, you’re missing people here too.”

“But my people are here, they don’t have to catch flights or pack suitcases to travel for hours,” Donghae reasoned in reply to you.

“They wouldn’t want me to cry,” you whispered to yourself, trying to find the motivation to stop yourself from tearing up.

Donghae moved his arm around you as you pulled away from his chest, “I’ll give them a text let them know that you’re alright.”

“You’d really do that for me, Donghae?”

“Of course I would Y/N.”

Ryeowook:

As yet another contraction subsided, Ryeowook moved closer to your side, letting go of your hand. “Everything good?” He quizzed, running his hand over the top of your head to push your hair away for you.

The pause that came from you told Ryeowook a lot. “I know that you’re here but I feel so alone right now, like someone should be on my other side too.”

“You wish your parents were here?” He asked you.

“More than anything,” you admitted, letting go of a sigh as you threw your head back. “They don’t tell you about this bit when you move abroad.”

Ryeowook offered you a weak smile, “no one thinks of the downsides.”

“I shouldn’t be thinking of this as a downside, I mean we’re having a baby.”

“It’s human to miss people during important times in your life,” Ryeowook smiled back at you, “I feel bad that my family are here.”

“Please don’t feel bad,” you asked him, resting against the palm of his hand, “I’m so grateful for all they’ve done for the two of us.”

The pad of Ryeowook’s thumb brushed against your cheek, “we’re all wishing that both of our families could be here right now.”

“Hopefully it won’t be too long to happen.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

Kyuhyun:

You smiled softly as your daughter was taken away by the midwives leaving you and Kyuhyun along at your bedside for a while. “How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning across and taking a hold of your hand.

Your shoulders shrugged as you met Kyuhyun’s eyes, “it’s been a while since I felt homesick, but I’m really feeling homesick right now, it’s not the same.”

“They’ll be awake soon, right?” Kyuhyun quizzed.

“In an hour perhaps,” you told him as you glanced at the clock. “I can’t wait to wake them up with the best news ever, they’re all going to be so excited.”

Kyuhyun nodded in agreement with you, “I bet they’ll be missing you today.”

“This is the sort of moment where they should be here, not so far away.”

“We’ll be able to tell them all about this moment soon enough,” Kyuhyun tried to reassure you, “they’ll be on the first flight over.”

“I never imagined myself settling down in a foreign country,” you confessed, taking Kyuhyun by surprise, “this feels like a dream.”

He continued to watch you as you sniffed the tears back once again, “I never imagined myself being in this position either you know.”

“Would you change anything about right now?”

“Not a single thing.”

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zelkams-art · 2 years

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camera, cut!

#Nie Huaisang #The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #mdzs #artists on tumblr #my art #pov: you are jin guangyao and you are fucked #this idea was trapped in my head for so long so shoo you are free now #trying to find out how this outfit works was a pain though #because there are exactly 3 shots of it in the entire show and they're all super closeups so actually you don't see much #but I also managed to find a bts pic of Ji Li in it with the actors that played the juniors #though fun fact he literally wears one of the layers (with the sleeves) in the pre-timeskip already #AND YET it's so subtle that you don't remember abt it #also I had some thinking abt which expression to go for #because at first I made him smirking #but actually like... that's also the point that he was not triumphant when jgy died. he was just Very Tired.#like I wish I could explain properly what I think abt it but it was just... a bit bitter. like the justice is done #but so what. it will never bring his brother back.#BUT ANYWAY!! I wanted to post this before midnight and I have 5 min left so yeah anyway!! art!!

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aesongies · 1 year

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super junior ♠ black suit @ smcu palace 2023

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twistedappletree · 9 months

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TYPE: One-shot (bite sized!)

JURISDICTION: It’s feelings realization, your honor.

PAIRING: Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, unnamed town girls

ELEMENTS: Town setting, canon universe, first kiss, Jin Ling POV, internal monologue, awkward juniors being awkward because feelings are confusing~

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He doesn’t ask what’s wrong with himself because it’s obvious now—why he doesn’t know how to talk to girls, why it bothers him to see Lan Sizhui so natural at it, why it hurts so much to walk away from him.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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In which Jin Ling is bad at feelings, Lan Sizhui’s ‘people-pleasing’ is mistaken as flirting and both discover the magic of (young and awkward) communication.

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Jin Ling doesn’t know how to talk to girls.

In fact, he’s better at scaring them away more than anything. Lan Jingyi doesn’t know how to talk to girls either, which makes Jin Ling feel better knowing there’s someone equally as hopeless as him—and let’s face it, it would be devastatingly embarrassing if Lan Jingyi out of all people were better at courting than him.

The thing is, no matter how much Lan Jingyi sucks at talking to girls, he still seems to enjoy it.

Jin Ling doesn’t.

And because of this, he feels like there’s something wrong with him beyond terrible social skills. That’s why, when he sees Lan Sizhui easily talking to girls as though it’s second nature, he experiences a crushing mix of jealousy and despair.

Jealousy because he’s better than Jin Ling at something? Maybe. Despair for the same reason? Possibly. But Jin Ling doesn’t even like talking to girls, or other people in general, so this reasoning doesn’t quite make sense.

They’re at the docks of a new town, going through the same routine as usual: a flock of girls their age oohs and ahhs at the young cultivators of the esteemed Lan clan, then swarms Lan Sizhui in particular—all batting eyelashes and playful smiles as they bombard him with questions.

And Lan Sizhui, a gentleman to a fault, humors them, laughs with them, matches their smiles in all the right ways at all the right times, making the group of pretty young girls swoon.

But it isn’t fair because Lan Sizhui’s smile could make anyone swoon, including Jin Ling—Wait, he thinks, What?!

Jin Ling glances at Lan Jingyi who definitely isn’t swooning and, instead, is dreamily staring at (and salivating over) the contents of a nearby food stall.

The fishermen are tending to their catches, the shopkeepers are peddling their wares, the children are chasing each other around the docks. No one is swooning over Lan Sizhui’s handsome smile except the girls… and Jin Ling.

He digs his nails into his hand to bring himself back to his senses. What the hell is wrong with me?

One of the girls makes Lan Sizhui laugh—a beautiful, carefree, genuine laugh—and Jin Ling’s heart drops.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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The three young cultivators stop at a tea house, still accompanied by the giggling group of girls who insist on showing them around.

They take their seats inside and Jin Ling scrunches his nose at the way the girls strategically position themselves on both sides of Lan Sizhui. Not even Lan Jingyi is given the chance to claim a seat next to his best friend.

Lan Sizhui graciously pours everyone tea while the girls argue about who gets to pour his. Lan Jingyi clings onto the conversation by telling unprompted jokes and Jin Ling tries to drown out the noise by lazily resting his cheek on his fist and staring at the wall.

Half an hour goes by in what seems like seconds and Jin Ling hasn’t spoken a word. No one seems to notice his silence or the very clear boredom and annoyance plastered on his face.

He suddenly stands up and smooths his hands over his robes. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Wait,” Lan Sizhui calls, his face swimming with something Jin Ling can’t quite place. Worry? Anxiety?

“I’ll go with you,” he says, trying to stand up but the girls suddenly whine and paw at his robes, tugging him back down to his seat.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes at the pathetic sight. “Don’t bother. I won’t be gone long anyway.”

Lan Sizhui frowns and Jin Ling doesn’t understand why. Surely, if Wei Wuxian were here, he’d be egging the Lan boy on, telling him how proud he is, how Lan Sizhui is such a heartbreaker (because my god, is he ever).

Without another word, Jin Ling reluctantly tears his gaze from Lan Sizhui, walks out of the tea house and into the street. His head pounds, his heart aches, the world drains of color.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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Jin Ling sits on a crescent moon bridge in a spacious garden, idly dipping a cattail stalk into the pond below and watching as a colorful spectrum of koi fish nip at what they think is food.

The town’s bustle and noise is muffled enough that he can finally hear himself think. No one else is in the garden but him and he hopes it stays that way.

The problem is, he doesn’t know what to think about. He doesn’t know if thinking is even worth it.

All he knows is that he wants to be alone. He hates to be alone. He hates him. He wants him. He wants, he hates, he—

“Young Master Jin?”

The cattail falls into the pond and Jin Ling’s chest fills with light. He looks up at Lan Sizhui, at his starlight skin shaming the sun, at his soft, downturned lips parted with visible worry, at his raven hair dusting the top of his gentle amethyst eyes.

He hates him.

“May I sit?” Lan Sizhui asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

No, Jin Ling thinks as he looks back down at the pond and scoots over. Lan Sizhui sits next to him and curiously stares down at the koi fish.

“Where’s your entourage?” Jin Ling asks, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui smiles, “I left them with Jingyi at the tea house.”

Jin Ling huffs, his bangs fluttering forward like a curtain. “I can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

A soft chuckle escapes Lan Sizhui’s lips, low and sweet like chimes in the wind. Jin Ling draws his knees up to his chest and plants his chin between them, hugging his shins.

He wants him.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Lan Sizhui assures, “And I was worried about you. I wanted to find you and apologize—“

Jin Ling snaps his head up and stares at him. “Huh? For what?”

“For neglecting you at the tea house,” Lan Sizhui frowns, regret flooding his voice. “I was trying to be polite to the girls, but…” He thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends. I’m sorry.”

Jin Ling wants to keep being angry but his heart betrays him. Because Lan Sizhui is looking directly into his eyes, because his apology is earnest and true, because he’s genuinely afraid he hurt Jin Ling’s feelings.

And he did. He did.

So why can’t Jin Ling stay mad at him? He’s horrified by the words that seem to subconsciously spill out of his mouth. “It’s okay.”

But it’s not okay and they both know it. Lan Sizhui knows it by looking at Jin Ling, and Jin Ling knows it by the way Lan Sizhui makes him feel like his heart’s been thrown into a furnace full of fireworks.

He hates him.

“You talk to a lot of girls,” Jin Ling quietly mumbles, almost hoping Lan Sizhui won’t hear him. “Don’t you like any of them?”

Lan Sizhui’s a bit taken aback by the question but ponders it for a moment before replying, “It’s important to show others courtesy and respect. When someone talks to me, I acknowledge them because it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Lan sect rules?” Jin Ling teases.

Lan Sizhui laughs. “Human rules.”

Jin Ling suddenly wonders if maybe he’s not bad at talking to people. Maybe he’s just bad at being human.

“If you really want to know,” Lan Sizhui starts, “I can’t like someone in… that way if I’ve only just met them. I have to be friends with them first.”

Heat invades Jin Ling’s cheeks and he hugs his knees tighter while recalling Lan Sizhui’s words from earlier: ‘That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends.’

Could he mean…? Maybe…?

Jin Ling mentally curses at himself. Don’t be stupid. “Then… do you like any of your friends?”

You absolute idiot.

Lan Sizhui blushes and Jin Ling can’t look at him because if he looks at him, he’ll crack and say too much and ruin everything and—

“Yes,” Lan Sizhui answers.

He wants him.

“And… and I hope he likes me too.”

He.

The silence between them is deafening, terrifying, revealing. The type of silence words can’t fill but actions can.

It’s too much and Jin Ling caves. He’s looking at him now. Amber eyes burn in the violet reflection of Lan Sizhui’s intense, hopeful stare.

Stupidly…

Their fingers touch and a fire ignites.

Perfect…

Warm breath against skin, time slows down.

Charming…

Their lips meet and the world stops.

Lan Sizhui.

He loves him.

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kpopimaginings · 1 year

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Long Week - Kyuhyun

A/N: So this is an anon request of Kyuhyun looking after you after a long week of work. I hope you enjoy!

There had been so much happening all week at work, and finally it was Friday. But even that wasn't much of a comfort. It was one of those busy days, where instead of going by really fast, it just dragged on and stressed you out. The second the clock indicated the end of the working day you were on your way out and calling your boyfriend.

"Hey, beautiful," Kyuhyun answered.

"Hey," you sighed in response, just the sound of his voice relaxing you.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"Same old," you said, not really wanting to relive the day you had just had.

You could tell Kyuhyun was distracted as he replied, "Oh, dear."

"I'll let you go."

"No, its fine," he started but a clatter in the background told you it wasn't.

"Aish," he muttered under his breath.

"I'm on my way home, I'll see you in a second anyway. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"If you're sure. I'll see you really soon. I love you," he said, slightly rushed.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, wondering what state the place would be in when you arrived home. Upon opening the door, however, you were pleasantly surprised. In fact, it look neater than it had when you'd left that morning.

"Welcome home," you heard your man's voice from somewhere within.

"What did you do, Kyu?" you called back.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he appeared in front of you.

"It's unnaturally clean in here," you pointed out. "Why are you cleaning? Are you apologising for something I don't know about yet?"

"No no no, I promise," he assured you, stepping forward to take your bag and then your jacket.

"Ok, I love you and this is all very sweet but-"

"Shush," he cut in. "Just calm down. You're home now, you can just relax."

Somehow, Kyuhyun's words had the intended effect this time. As you removed your shoes, you finally felt like you could start to unwind. He took your hand and lead you through to the dining table.

"Kyu," you said in a soft breath. "Why?"

The table was laid will still steaming food, a spread of everything he knew you loved. The lights were dim and a few candles scattered around.

"As much as I love being someone you can vent to, hearing how much you've hated this week got me down so, now that the working week is done, I'm going to treat you like the princess you are."

Suddenly, everything made sense. Normally, you would cook when you got in, then tidy up the kitchen, then any other chores that needed doing, then clean up ready for bed. But this evening he had done it all for you. The beauty of having a boyfriend with an irregular job, sometimes he was home while you worked and could sort everything out for you.

In that moment, stood there beside your wonderful other half, it all overwhelmed you. After everything at work, feeling like a cog in a machine rather than a human being, you got to come home to the perfect evening.

"Jagi, I didn't want to make you cry," Kyu said, wiping at one of the tears on your cheek.

You smiled at him, "Good tears, I promise. I can't believe you did all of this for me."

Smiling back, he just pulled you close and held you for a moment.

"And when we're done, I'll draw you a bath so that you can relax while I do all the washing up and then for the rest of the night, I'm all yours, we can do whatever you like. Anything that will make you happy or relaxed."

"You are actually perfect," you told him, melting into his embrace.

"If you say so," he chuckled in reply.

NAVIGATION | SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

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cosmo-production · 10 months

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headcanon/ semi fanfiction alert

everyone like, "whats happened to bowser jr in sparks of hope?"

but i think it was pretty obvious, bowser jr's personality is "overconfident villain in training." so i think he tried to fend off cursa when she took bowsers minions but obviously he WAY outmatched here but dang it he's gonna try anyway!

so here who i think it went down:

bowser jr woke from his slumber on calm and cozy night, his papa was in his bed recovering from the mega bug crisis, the koopa prince deciecd to steal a cookie from the kitchen while he was up so he got off his feet and slowly walked over to the pantry but the walk trough the hallway was nerve racking trying to not wake up his papa next door over to his room. he did routine of sneaking past the lookout group of shy guys fooling them for the 8th time in week, he felt at ease for the time not wanting any to cause trouble for just a few more days, then he'll get back to his old tricks. reaching the kicten and taking some kameks cookies he caught a glisp of the peaceful night sky, something about it was just so pleasnt and a little off putting now hearing the sound of pesky heroes burning there butts in the lava pit, the timid, naïve, and childlike spawny enters the room unerved and on edge about something. bowser jr went to his friend trying understand whats wrong and spawny went on and about something that seemed like something from his imagination, a purple large figure that and a air of dispair and darkness that floods the room whenever they even breathing your dirctection. the young koopa was skeptical and ready to brush it off as a bad dream but his tiny pal persisted and poitng to the sky so annoyed bowser jr told spawny they would go up to the balcony and prove it and so they did just that and what they saw made there jaws drop

The figure Spawny described was natural and just off in the distance and with the telescope, bowser jr started to size up the being he saw, and it was even worst than what spawny said, with black parasite-like sludge appearing behind and around them and in a cloak almost hypnotic with the galaxy like texture on it begging you to stare at it. Bowser jr was horrified but didn't want to show it so he quickly told Spawny to wake up the koopalings and any squadrons in the army available as he rushed to his room to grab his brush and his scarf, ready to battle and protect his dad, and then going to the garage where his clown car was stored. Sliding down the pole fireman style and slamming a button on his car, it was off, signaling the goomba's to fire the canon when ready.

The Koopa Prince revved his ride, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he approached the looming, dark creature. It was tense, and he could feel the danger lurking in the air. Suddenly, minions covered in black sludge emerged from the puddles the monster was creating, and the situation went from bad to worse. But Bowser Jr. refused to back down. He activated the traps on the road, but the minions were unfazed, their ranks replenishing in seconds. Their eyes were lifeless, like zombies from a horror movie. As the figure neared the castle gates, Bowser Jr.'s plan failed miserably. He had seen his father seize castles before, but this time was different. The attacker declared their attack and made their demands. Bowser Jr. revealed himself to the opposing force, fury in his eyes as he yelled, "Not so fast! Hurry up and tell me who you are so I know what to put on your grave!" But as the figure spoke, a chilling and freezing feeling ran down Bowser Jr.'s spine. They said only one word, "CURSA," but it felt like a dragon of ice was breathing all over the castle. The Koopa Prince knew that this was no ordinary enemy. He had to act fast if he wanted to save his kingdom from the impending doom that was about to befall them.

the koopa prince glared at cursa and proclaimed he wasn't scared but everyone who heard knew it was a lie, he poited at cursa and the canons fired, but seconds before the impact they were caught by large hands and crushed into dust. the battle was delcared by that shot and from the darkness three other people arose, one bulid like a brick wall, one looked like phantom crossdressed and one had a dark grin and vines coming out there back. Rushing towards jr was bad move because with a swing of his brush the three lost there vision and the koopa prince jumped over them slashed at the darkness goons trying trim down the horde, his paint left the foes bewiled but not harmed, his clown car usings it boxing gloves function to keep foes away from the gates. paint Piranha jaws biting down the three who appeared just now but cursa said s̴̝̚p̵̝̓à̷̡ŗ̶͕̔̉k̶̡̄̚ ̶̙̜̈́h̸͚̓͠u̷͚̐͆n̵̹̂t̴̛̘͑e̵͙̤̓ř̶̥͕͒s̴̾͜!̶̼̓ ̶̫͠g̵͍̰̋̔e̴͈̮͆͛ṭ̸̈́ ̷̥͑̎t̴̫̆h̵͈͐͛ỉ̸̞̺s̸̝̬̅ ̴̢͍͌c̷̟̪̄h̷͈̽̌͜į̴̮̈l̷͔͚͠ḓ̸̾ ̶͈̓͘ͅo̵͇͆͊u̵̬̇̎ẗ̷̮̳ ̷͙̐͌m̶̼͖̂y̸͈̅̇ ̵̪̜͑s̸̟͙͆i̵̗͇͛̕g̵̩̙͑̐h̶̯̭͌̓t̷̻͈͛ and the spark hunter that look like they were made of bricks broke free and grabbed jr then slammed him into the ground like they were humoring him. with a spin from his shell a spike got stuck in there hand and the prince bounced away sticking his tounge out in a taunting motion.

Bowser jr had the canons fired in the back lines while he used the brush to fend off the vines coming from all directions and the paint from his brush made them crumble away but the fight could not go 5 seconds with a vine pricking him or getting tossed around like a toy by the biggest spark hunter while the last one berated him and laughed at him. he held out just long enough for back up to arrive as the road infont of the gates became a battlefield with the koopa army fighting along side their prince. as the brawl raged on through a lucky hit jr was sent flying into a window and the spark hunters giving chase. the koopalings weren't far behind so they joined the fray, ludwing and wendy shot down the ghostly woman with magic and was met with large insulted screech the ghost was shocked and appalled any dared to desecrate her face with the koopas enjoying every bit of rage she spat out at him. morton and roy tried to match the biggest spark hunter in strength together and with mortons hammer slamming into the hunter's chest and roy bullets keeping the pressure on they were stalled for time. lemmy larry and iggy matched the vines with pure chaos tying the vines in complex knots and tangled them up, and bowser jr splat all three slowing them down.

The koopalings and bowser jr evened the playing field but what they bented the enemy mended, all their efforts slowed them but not much else. jr jumped out the window he came in from and into his clown car and pulled out every firearm that it had and began mowing down the army infont of him finally giving into terror he felt when he 1st saw cursa and hid in the cockpit of the car panicking, he had a shaking feeling, he was disorientated nausea and rapid, irregular heartbeats. he knew he couldn't win no matter how much he tried but he didnt know what to do, ludwig appeared on the comms with a plan and the prince begrudgingly agreed. roy and morton joined the battle on the ground wendy holding the hunters in place with her rings, the rest were manning a large canon, and out of it appeared a large koopa shell, and bowser jr jumped on the shell. the koopa prince roared with pride and determination and Cursa was overjoyed to ruin his confidence and smacked the shell away then grabbed jouinor to stare at him with there one sharp eye then was shocked to see there words not phasing him Y̵̦͛Ō̸̘U̴̙͌ ̴̤̚A̶̱͠R̴͉̚Ĕ̶͎ ̸͕̍N̸͈͛Ō̴͕T̸͈̓H̶̙̄I̶̡͒N̸̙͐G̴̲̔,̷̘̎ ̴̟͐Ÿ̶̩́Ö̸̧́Ŭ̴̠ ̶͕̿A̵̺͗R̶̼̀E̵͖̎ ̵̞̂Ẃ̴̦O̵͖̓R̸̤͂Ţ̸̐H̶͔̉L̶͔̾Ẹ̷͆S̸̘͌S̵̤̓ ̷̖̋C̶̡̒Ô̶̡Ḿ̵̰P̶̩̚I̶̻͌Ă̵̫R̸͚͊E̶̝͋Ḏ̴͑ ̴̠̒Ţ̷̊Ȏ̶͎ ̵͙̽Y̴̖̌O̷̖̾U̸̥͝Ṟ̵͝ ̴̛̰F̵͖͆A̴̟̿T̸̗̀H̴̆͜E̶̞̓R̷̮͝,̸̳͝ ̶͍̋I̷̓ͅT̵̪̃ ̵͙̂I̷̹̋S̴̡͌ ̸̺̏S̶͚͘O̶̰̒ ̸̝̈M̷͕͒I̴͍̍N̸̓͜D̶̟̍-̸͓̈B̵̜̏O̶̯͌G̵͎͗G̸̮̃L̴̝̊Ḯ̴̭N̴͎͑G̵͙͋ ̷͓́H̶̡̛O̴̢̊W̸͑͜ ̷̗̈́Y̴̳̎Ȯ̵̖Ȕ̵̖ ̴̣͋F̶̜͘Ȧ̵͉Ỉ̸͙L̵̫̅ ̵̥̽T̸͎̀Ỏ̶̢ ̴̱̊R̵̞͋Ē̴ͅA̴̺̕Ḻ̸̋Ì̷��Z̶͖͛Ẻ̷̬ ̸̼͌T̶̤̃Ḧ̵́͜I̶̱͐S̵̐ͅ and jr grinned and simlpy said "you failled to realize is that was a papa's shell! your not geetting your hands on him! my paint is sending him far way! you ha ha i win!" he gloating proud of himself but with the look on cursa face and the infected troops below him showed it was not there plan at all as his fear was delicous treat for cursa

what happend after that? well after the battle he was left in a empty castle and feeling of failure, the koopalings tried to comfort the young prince but no one could deny that today, they lost

#mario plus rabbids #mario rabbids #super mario #mario + rabbids #mario +rabbids spark of hope #mario plus rabbids spark of hope #cursa #bowser junior #bowser jr #super mario bros #mario bros #mario + rabbids au #one shot #angst oneshot

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please take the boygroup sorter on biasorter.tumblr.com and post ur results, i'm so curious

bah, your wish is my command: lets get to it i would also like to add that these results are PURELY based off of how much of their music i listen to, i can't name a single person in half the groups here lmao

stray kids is anyone really surprised?? im not

bts same with this one, very much expected

seventeen also very predicted

the rose this surprised me a little bit ngl, but when i look over my playlists it checks out

shinwha i did NOT see this coming wth

shinee my guess was that shinee came over shinwha but here we are

block b i used to be a HARDCORE BBC but fell out of it almost as fast as i got into it and i have no idea why

winner they have some good party bops, but i don't listen to a lot of their slower songs

got7 same as block b, i was a massive fan few years ago, but now i barely listen to them?? i listen to jackson's songs a bit and im super excited for their comeback coming up!!

super junior y'all, their early music is my SHIT- nothing gets me going quite like some early 2000's bops

astro i haven't really kept up with them, but every now and then a song of theirs is reccomended either on tiktok or on spotify and i add it to my playlists

ateez i'm not gonna lie, they have some great tracks, but im deadass scared to get into them. they are intimidating as fUCK

nu'est i was a fairly big fan of them a while back, and it was mainly because of minhyun i watched produce 101 season 2 :)

pentagon their songs give me such summer-vibes, so whenever i need me a good pick me up, i blast their music and pretend its mid-july lmao

24k i listen to only a handful of their songs, but the few songs i listen to, i listen to like all the time hehehe

wanna one i was SUCH a big fan when they were promoting, and it absolutely shattered my heart when they 'disbanded', but its like they say, all good things come to an end :(

day6 they give me a sense of home when i listen to them, but i haven't been supporting them a lot as of recent

infinite there was a solid two month period in like 2016 where i would pretty much give my life for these men, but one day i just forgot they existed, so if i put my music on shuffle and their songs come on, i look like thats so raven, just zooming to a different point in time- its weird

ikon i never really informed myself on what happened with them and b.i. which is 100% my own fault, but ever since the incident i haven't listened to them. idk, it wasn't really on purpouse.

b.a.p i only listen to them during VERY special occasions. when me and my hometown friend are out driving at night during the summer, we always blast their music, it's become tradition by now

the link for the sorter here! let me know if our results are similar!!

-bennie♡

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wearechecking · 9 months

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#i have yet to post my thoughts on the daniel to AT news because i have some mixed feelings about it #first of all yes it sucks for de vries but also he truly was not good enough to be in that seat in the first place #that’s my opinion i’m sorry #plus i’m not saying it’s right but at this point if you’re signing a contract with the RB junior team you should know there’s a chance #your time gets cut short if you underperform #like let’s not all pretend like we didn’t see this coming since april #onto daniel…#this is not my preferred outcome okay #i think liam lawson deserves a shot in formula one and at this point i think he’s more than proved himself #i think iwasa is uber talented too but to my knowledge he doesn’t have the super license points. yet.#and i love daniel i do #but he’s 34 and has not been in his prime for a few years now #and they’re gonna throw him into the worst car on the grid for what? a bandaid solution?#what does this lead to next year?#like unless daniel starts putting the AT into the points every single race I don’t see this leading to the red bull seat #and there’s no way they let him drive in the red bull junior team for an entire year #like unless there were really absolutely no options that could have led to a 2024 seat in like the alfa or haas or something #i don’t see how this benefits him #okay rant over #on the other hand #yayyyy he’s backkkkkk #more maxiel content!#more dando content!#seb chilling in the RB garage!#brother is totally taking marko’s place when grandpa kicks it

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scremogirl · 7 months

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✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Yandere! Nerd x Academic Rival! Reader

Mentions of depressive behavior/thoughts of suicide. AFAB! Reader: is called “Ms”.

Annoying.

A know-it-all smarty pants that was simultaneously the worst pain in your ass. Not that he meant to be of course; you couldn’t really blame him. Sure, some people are just naturally smart; but not him. Following you around like a lost puppy no matter where you went. He was toying with you on purpose and you knew it! You just couldn’t understand why he decided to make your life worse.

Now, the relationship you have is more one sided. You’d make subtle jabs and throw cheap shots his way but all he ever did was laugh it off. He never fought back. From what you’ve gathered, he just prefers to stare. And when I say stare I mean straight into your soul type stare. Every time he gets annoyed or is thinking really hard about something that’s what he does. Stares. It’s really creepy and unsettling, all the times you caught him or tried to, he would just look away blushing, trying his best to hide behind his shaggy hair. Eyes burn holes through the back of your head five out of the seven days of the week. However, even the two days you aren’t in school, the feeling of eyes on you never seems cease. You feel chills crawl up your spine and always look over your shoulder wherever you go only to find nobody there.

You’ve always strived to be the best. Your home life was like the equivalent of being tossed in solitary co finemente and being left to rot. It seemed as if your parents only cared about your academic life. Therefore, they were always super strict about your grades. You knew it came from a place deep within their hearts, they just wanted you to do good in life; but it still hurt. You wanted to make them proud. Wanted to feel loved by the people who were supposed to be closest to you. So you pushed yourself to limits nobody could ever reach. From winning spelling bees to holding the spot of Vice President on your school's student council team. Schools were already offering you all expense scholarships in freshman year!

You were an all rounder. One of the most involved students in your grade. You were in various sports and academic clubs, always helped in school fundraisers, and even have 500(+) SS hrs.

“ Apologies, Ms. (L/N), but there’s nothing we can do about this. You’ll have to get a tutor in order to pass,”

Technical engineering.

Your worst subject. You excelled in physics and math; some would say the best. You got the formulas down to a T and knew everything there was to know. It was more so the building aspect of things. There were just so many damn parts! Who even needs an electriconic digital caliper anyways?!

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but that’s just the way things turned out. You need this credit to graduate, but you needn’t worry. Miylo is the best at this. He’s perfect for the job,”

Miylo Reneritzer. A 6 foot, dead eyed, pale skinned dork. He’s never stood out to you. He wasn’t popular or a scholar. He didn’t play sports and wasn’t in any clubs. He didn’t participate in the annual dances and didn’t attended school games. He was just there. A regular student with a knack for technicalogical architecture. You were in 11th grade at the time. You needed to get all your credits out the way so you didn’t have to worry about them senior year. Not that it was a problem for you seeing as all of them were already completed. Well… except this one. You’ve been putting off for so long. You had to face it sooner or later. Too soon for your liking.

You would meet with Miylo twice a week; you were place in the same tech class so the first meeting didn’t really count. He was a great teacher! A little quiet and very monotone, but very thourough none the less. By the end of junior year you ended up with a A-. You parents hammered you for not making it a plus but you’ve come to terms with it. He saved you. And you were grateful. You ended up losing contact the transitioning year and just never interacted again; almost completely forgetting about him.

He didn’t forget about you though. How could he?! You were the most beautiful girl in the entire school! Nobody could compare to you. What you didn’t know about him was he was s everely bullied and even contiplated ending everything. That was until you came along. Someone finally wanted to talk to him. Even if it was just for help getting a good grade. Taking to a pretty popular girl and getting money and an increases on his report card? Sign him up. That one day changed the entirety of his life, he owes his life to you.

All he remembers is being called down to the counselors office; parents ready waiting and giving him the most bone crushing hug. Everything seemed like a blur from then on. But what he can remember is how he got there in the first place.

“A friend of yours, (Y/n) (L/n) had some concerns about your health. She said she’s been paying attention to you for awhile and noticed your self destructive behaviors,” says the counselor.

What? Before he started tutoring you he thought you were a teachers pet and hog all the chances for others to answer questions but if saves him the embarrassment of public speaking he doesn’t mind. You’ve noticed him? In more than just at tutor-tutee way? Nobody ever notices him. Not even his own parents. It’s evident with the amount of shock on their faces and all their “why didn’t you tell me’s” and confessions of love. He’s mad at you at first. He spends at least 3mths in that looney bin because of you. He hated it at first. All the questions and discard for privacy. But… slowly he changes. He becomes healthy and happy again. His mind drifts back to you. The way you would answer questions when you noticed the teachers eyes land on him, the way you would always do the presenting part in group presentations, the way gum and smiley faced erasers would apprear on his desk on a particularly hard day. You cared. You did this for everyone you saw struggling. Not that he took that into account, in his mind, he was the only one. You thought he was special. And he wouldn’t let anyone take his spot in your heart.

When he got out, he decided he was a changed person. Senior year would be his redemption arc and you would finally be together. You already were in his mind; you were just to scared. He saw straight through your act. That’s why you would do all that stuff for him instead of just coming out and saying it. He needed to pull himself together and become a better person first. He wanted you to be proud of him. He wanted you to see him for all he’s worth. He joined all the clubs you were in and surpassed all expectations. He became popular, inserting himself into all your social circles and even became a student council member beside you. Or should I say infront of you? The President. And the validictorinan.

Ugh! Since when did he become so…so great!? You don’t have any clue where this change in him came from and you want him to go back to the way he was. You were the best! You didn’t work this hard for your parents approval for nothing. They would always compare you time him. Miylos the student council president they’d say. He would never get an A-, he would never miss a volleyball game because he was overwhelmed with school work, he would never feel how school was the only true escape from an emotionally disabled household. He would never understand. Oh, but he did.

He’s been in your house plenty of times to know what’s going on. Not that you’ve know of course. That explains all the missing panties. Hmm, maybe that explains where all of your pens have gone too. And your half eaten food, and the Polaroids you’ve take of yourself, and your rose to-… Regardless! You’ve had enough of this! You needed him to know just exactly how you felt. What other way than asking him to meet you under the tree on Fri before school ends?

“I already know,” Hm?

“Good. I couldn’t hold this in any longer. You do know just exactly what I feel,”

“Oh my love but I do,” ….my love? What is he taking about.

“What am I talking about? Oh sweetheart, don’t play coy with me. It’s okay; I’ve always know the real reason behind your aggression towards me. Your just shy is all. I just want to let you know that I love you too. More than you could ever know,” he steps forward and arms outstretched and expecting a hug. He push on his chest and stare up at him in confusion. Love him? You don’t love him, you despise him! He chuckles.

“Like I said, it’s okay to be open about how you feel. That’s why you brought me here isn’t it?” What! This wasn’t some sort of confession. Well…technically… but not one of love! He was here to understand how much you loathed him. He had to not like you either, that’s why he did everything you did right…Right!? He hated you. He had to!

“Hate you? (Y/n), I could never hate you. After all you saved me,” at this point you thiught he was joking with you. Furthering your suspicions of his true feelings. You tried marching pasted him only for him to grab you arm. You tried to shuck him off but his grip was strong. All those clubs really built up his physice. He wasn’t the same scrawny little geek you remembered. He was larger, seeming as if he grew a few more inches. He filled out his uniform more, and his eyes became brighter and more emotional. If your affliction for him didn’t exist you’d think he was cute. The only thing that seemed hadn’t changed about him was his unwavering love and loyalty to you. He huffs out an exasperated sign, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I get that your shy my love, but that’s there’s no need to be so rude. We’ll work on a more conventional way to express your emotions,”

“Do I have to spell it out for you! I don’t like you, you creep! You’ve been following me around every since the beginning of this year. You’ve taken everything from me. Clubs, student records, student president! Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get here! You act so laid back and relaxed about everything and it drives me nuts! I hate you!” You push past him again, angry tears forming from all the supressed emotional turmoil. He doesn’t grab you right away which makes you think he’s finally got the picture. Didn’t anyone ever tell you no to turn your back on the enemy? You’re suddenly grabbed and thrusted into the base of the tree. He tsks at your behavior before sighing again. Hands have now moved to your shoulders and apply slight pressure keeping you in place. If that didn’t do it, the way he's looking at you would’ve have; fierce and warning, and yet, filled with so much adoration.

“We need to fix this little attitude of yours, don’t we?” It’s rhetorical. You know that but you feel the urge to snap back at him. Before you could get a word out, you can her the distance ringing of the school bell signaling the end of the day. His phone rings on the last ring. He gives you a hard glare telepathically telling you not to move. He stands straighter and picks it up. With what you heard, the student council meeting is starting soon and the others are wondering where you two are. Saved by the bell. He sighs before grabbing his bag that he placed down as long as your hand before sighing.

“Unfortunately, we can’t continue this conversation my love. Lucky for us, it’s Friday. We’ll have the rest of the weekend to work it out of you,” he throws a coy smirk your way and grabs at his belt, readjusting it a bit. God, what will you do?

Hey loves! Hope you enjoyed. I’m thinking about making apart to of this. I wasn’t really confident in it and decided that I should give more explanation to Miylos behavior. This could just be his introduction and I’ll expand on it. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!

-Love, Sos❤️

#yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere! nerd x reader #✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

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spaceagerabbit · 1 year

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Omg I love your Bowser x reader ones, but this got me thinking, what if Mario and Luigi see you hanging out with Bowser and Bowser Jr and thinking that you've been kidnapped by them as well, what would happen?

anon you are remarkable and i love you and i kiss your forehead MWAH

this is a one shot, but there’s also a small little headcanon/outline at the beginning!

super mario masterlist

bowser x gn!reader (no y/n)

(no description other than smaller than bowser (who isn’t) and has pierced ears)

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+ If Mario and Luigi were to see your bizarre little family anywhere, it would probably be during one of your family outings to the market

+ Bowser Jr. has far too much energy to be contained in one castle and Bowser could do with some fresh air and sunshine to prevent his broodiness

+ And you? Well, you just like to see them in a good mood! As much as you may love the castle, you know it isn’t healthy to stay cooped up every day, which lead to your decision in having daily walks and weekly trips to the markets with your two favourite koopas

+ Mario and Luigi were enjoying an extremely rare day off on the same day as one of your weekly market trips, and the pair just so happened to spot a certain Koopa king pick a certain someone up off of the sidewalk with his son following right behind him

+ Without a second thought, Mario leapt over a crowd of Toads and chased after the trio, Luigi tripping over himself slightly as he rushed to keep up

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You brought a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright sun as you walked, Bowser’s heavy footsteps and Junior’s lighter but more energetic steps filling your ears from either side.

Despite the brightness, the weather was pleasant as can be. It was the type of warm where you only needed a light sweater against the small breeze that wafted through the marketplace every now and then. This type of weather was a favourite of yours since it allowed you to hold your beloved husband’s large clawed hand without the discomfort of clammy hands.

Junior skipped ahead of you and Bowser, his excitable nature bringing a grin to your face as you watched him bounce from stall to stall to see what new products the merchants had to offer.

“Stay where we can see you please!” You called after him, just loud enough for the young koopa to hear you over the crowd. “Okay mama!” Junior called back, jogging backward for a moment to face you before facing the front once more.

Bowser squeezed your hand slightly, being extra mindful of the size difference between your hands so as not to hurt you. To anyone around you, it would look like the koopa king was giving a small gesture of affection to his beloved. Of course, you knew what that squeeze really meant. While it was affectionate, the squeeze really meant ‘pay attention to me now’.

“Okay, okay, you big baby, I’m right here.” You teased in a light tone, squeezing his hand right back (though you weren’t sure how much he felt it). Though he huffed at your teasing, Bowser puffed his chest ever so slightly, his eyes remaining on your grinning face as it glowed in the sunlight.

Squeezing your hand one more time, Bowser came to a slow stop and turning to face you directly. You stopped as well, confusion taking over your features as you craned your neck to look your husband in the eyes.

“You know… You look real pretty today.” Bowser grumbled, his normally booming voice sounding almost shy. You raised one of your eyebrows, smiling amusedly. “Oh yeah?” You asked, bringing one of your, comparatively, small hands to stroke Bowser’s forearm, watching him get slightly flustered.

“Y-yeah.” The Koopa king replied, feeling his large face flush as his irises seemed to turn into hearts at the very sight of you. You raised yourself onto your tiptoes, placing your hands on either side of Bowser’s large head, coaxing him to lean down toward you. Despite the fact that the two of you had been married for a while at this point, Bowser’s heart still felt like it was about to give out as you continued to lean closer and closer to his face… Your eyes flickering between his eyes and his mouth… Both of your eyes slowly fluttering shut-

“MAMA!!”

The two of you jumped apart as Junior bounded up to show you something he had found, oblivious to the PDA his parents were previously going to indulge in. Bowser grumbled in his throat and mumbled to himself in slight frustration, but ultimately leaned down alongside you to see what trinket his son had clutched in his hands.

“I saw these an’ I jus’ knew you had to have ‘em Mama!” Junior exclaimed, holding out a pair of earrings in the palm of his hand. The earrings were beautiful silver studs in the shape of daisies, a broad smile breaking across your face at your son’s memory of your favourite flower.

Leaning down on one knee, you brought Junior into a hug and swayed side to side with him. “Thank you so much my darling, this has got to be the best gift I’ve gotten today!” You praised, placing a small kiss on Junior’s forehead as he beamed up at you. Letting go of Junior, you took out the earrings you were wearing and replaced them with the new ones, carefully placing the old ones into your dress pocket.

As soon as you stood to continue walking, though, two giant arms encircled your waist and flipped you over a broad shoulder. Bowser carefully held onto the back of your thighs to keep you in place as you laughed at his dramatics. Junior, ever the energetic, continued conversing with both his father and you from where you sat perched over your husband’s shoulder as the two Koopas continued striding along the street.

The comfortable noise lasted for only a couple of moments before it was inevitably, though quite frustratingly, interrupted by none other than Mario, with Luigi following closely behind, yelling after his brother to stop.

Mario rushed in front of Bowser, forcing him to stop in his tracks. The Koopa’s light mood was quickly dampened, his scarlet eyebrows furrowing in frustration. Bowser broadened his posture, though still kept his gentle grip on your legs to keeps you in place. Junior peeked out from behind his dad, quickly hopping out beside him and mimicking his dad’s posture when he recognized the two Mario brothers.

“What do you want?” Bowser’s voice rumbled, his breath blowing the hairs on the brothers’ mustache slightly. “Yeah! What do YOU want?!” Junior exclaimed in an adorable show of support.

“What are you doing with them?!” Mario bravely shouted, gaining the attention of some of the people walking through the marketplace. Mario shifted into a fighting stance while Luigi cautiously stood back, choosing not to challenge the very large and quite frightening Koopa king that was currently staring the pair down.

“What’s it look like? We’re shopping,” Bowser growled, leaning his face down just enough to look Mario directly in the eye, “and YOU’RE interrupting our family time. Now scram.”

“Yeah, scram!” Junior mimicked again.

Not backing down, Mario kept eye contact as Luigi grew increasingly nervous. “Mario, you might-a want to leave-a them alone-“ Luigi tried, nervous gaze flicking between the Koopa king and his brother, only to be ignored.

“We’re not leaving until you let them go. Just because Peach is busy, doesn’t mean you can take someone else!” Mario exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing. Bowser’s gaze jumped from frustrated to furious, and he opened his mouth.

Before he could roar out any heavy insults, you leaned up and patted Bowser’s shoulder twice, a silent ask for him to put you down. Bowser turned his gaze away from the man in front of him only to meet your stoic face and knitted brows. For a moment, his expression turned panicked, before you placed a hand to his cheek in reassurance. Relaxing slightly, Bowser slowly placed you back on your feet.

You turned to face the brothers but didn’t step away from your husband, and instead curled against him, beckoning Junior to stand beside you. You placed one hand onto Junior’s shoulder, the other holding onto Bowser’s where it sat on your shoulder protectively.

“Mario, I would like you to meet Bowser and Bowser Jr., my family.” You introduced, your borderline cold expression not leaving your face at the thought of his immediate assumption of Bowser’s malice.

Despite your gaze not being directed at them, Luigi, Bowser, and Junior all shrunk into themselves slightly. Mario looked hesitant, keeping your gaze.

“Are you sure? They didn’t brainwash you or anything?” Mario bluntly asked, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth as your expression darkened, your eye twitching in rage. Bowser and Junior began to shake with anger.

“NOW YOU’VE REALLY CROSSED A-“ Bowser started, but was quickly stopped as you brought your hand away from Junior’s shoulder to rest against your husband’s chest. Giving him a silent look that said ‘I will handle this’ was enough for Bowser to step down, closing his mouth again. Junior continued to shake angrily, though a couple of tears now filled his eyes. That was the final straw for you.

“Junior, stand with your father please.” You said, not taking your eyes off of Mario. “But Mama-“ Junior started, though quickly changed his mind when he saw the look you were giving the Mario brother.

You stepped toward Mario, stopping about a foot away from him without breaking eye contact. Luigi thought it best to stand to the side.

“Who the hell are you to assume my judgement wasn’t intact enough for me to choose who I married?” You asked rhetorically, your tone dark. Mario shivered, his eyes falling to the ground.

“I will say this and I will say this once. Do not EVER presume to insult my husband and my son like that again, are we clear?” You kept your stare on Mario’s face. In his newly felt fear, Mario forgot to reply. “I said are we clear?” Your tone dropped and the man forced himself to nod.

“Ye-yes.” He answered tightly, not bringing his gaze from the ground in front of him. You exhaled shortly through your nose and nodded once, then stepped around Mario, now facing Luigi who tightened up in fear. You took a deep breath and looked at Luigi’s face with a brilliant smile.

“Luigi, how are you? We haven’t been able to chat lately!” You asked, bringing the younger Mario brother in for a hug. The sudden change in your demeanour made Luigi shiver, though he quickly returned your hug and began conversing with you. Bowser and Junior relaxed, letting out a huge breath of relief.

You continued conversing with Luigi as you made your way back to your family’s side.

“Here, come with us! We were about to get something to eat!” You waved one of your hands for Luigi to follow you, placing your other in the crook of Bowser’s elbow when he offered it.

“Ah, that’s okay, we-a wouldn’t want to intrude!” Luigi answered, not entirely eager to spend a meal with your husband and his brother sitting across from each other.

“Catch you later then. You’ll have to come by for tea again soon! The Shy-Guys miss you!” You replied with a smile, continuing on through the market with your husband and son.

Silence fell over the two brothers.

“So should we-“

“Luigi?”

“Yes?”

“Did you know?”

Luigi hesitated.

“Yes…”

EXTRA!!

After finally getting Junior settled into bed with several bedtime stories, Bowser trudged his way to your shared room where you lay reading a book. The Koopa flopped onto the bed, his head resting on your torso as you placed your book to the side.

“Hi.” You gently smiled.

“Hey.”

“Something on your mind big guy?” You asked, mindlessly stroking Bowser’s messy scarlet hair. Bowser could almost feel himself purring.

“You’re really attractive when you get protective is all.” The king replied, melting into your touch as his eyes once again seemed to turn into hearts. You flushed slightly before giggling shyly.

“Now that I think of it, we did get interrupted earlier…” Bowser mumbled, his pupils blowing slightly.

“Hmm… interrupted from doing what?” You teased, though your pupils were also dilated. Bowser grumbled into your chest. “I need to hear what you want.” You purred into his ear, making Bowser melt even more.

“Can we kiss?” He asked, feeling like a teenager. You grinned. “We can do more than that, big boy.”

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a/n: it issssss 1:56am as i’m writing this author’s note but i just HAD to do this request bc i love it so much! hope u enjoyed!!!

#bowser super mario #super mario bowser #bowser mario #bowser #bowser x reader #bowser fanfic #bowser x gn!reader #bowser x y/n #bowser x you #super mario #mario and luigi #luigi super mario #super mario luigi #super mario bros #mario bros #super mario brothers #bowser jr

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2996-sana · 5 months

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a not so spicy confession

summary: when Y/N's secret crush on Sana becomes too much to bear

beneath the old tree in the university courtyard, nayeon nudged you, a smirk playing on her lips. "you've got a serious staring problem," she teased.

you rolled your eyes and shot back, "oh, shut up. no, i don't."

chilling on a bench, jihyo joined in, nodding towards the other side of the courtyard where sana, your long-time crush, was minding her business. "yeah, the only time she has a staring problem is when sana is around," jihyo chuckled.

nayeon, with a sly grin, added her two cents. "you know, y/n, if you weren't such a coward, you wouldn't be just staring at her from afar." she shook her head in mock disappointment.

you scoffed, defending yourself, "i'm not a coward. i just... appreciate the view, okay?"

jihyo shot you a skeptical look. "appreciate the view? come on, it's been, like, forever. just go talk to her."

you shook your head, a resigned smile on your face. "nah, it's never gonna happen. sana won't be interested anyway."

nayeon smirked knowingly, "or maybe she's waiting for you to make a move, but you're just stuck in 'appreciating the view' mode."

you scoffed again, tossing a playful punch at nayeon's arm, "come on, you guys know as well as i do that sana's got a line of admirers longer than the coffee queue in the morning. why would she bother with me?"

jihyo playfully rolled her eyes, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. "y/n, it pains me to say this, but you're actually pretty cute. it's not too far-fetched for her to be into you."

nayeon, lost in thought for a moment, suddenly perked up with excitement. "oh, that's right! remember that one time in junior year when sana asked me about you? she was like, 'hey, is y/n in class? i wanted to ask her something.' and i was like, 'why don't you ask her yourself?'"

your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "wait, what? junior year? why didn't you tell me about this before?"

nayeon, with a sheepish grin, replied, "it just randomly popped into my head now. but seriously, y/n, you've got to give yourself more credit!"

jihyo jumped back into the conversation, her tone teasing. "see, y/n? sana's not just asking about anyone. you've got her intrigued."

before you could reply, you caught the sound of sana's laugh, echoing from her table with mina and momo. nayeon nudged you, smirking, "well, there's your girl."

your cheeks turned a shade of pink. "yeah, yeah, not a big deal."

sana, mina, and momo had been tight since their move from japan, sticking together like glue throughout university. sana's laugh kept ringing out, and you couldn't help but think back to when sana's laugh had first captivated you. you wondered if, just maybe, you could ever be the reason behind that infectious laughter.

just then, jeongyeon arrived at your table. "hey, are you guys hitting up miyeon's party tomorrow night?" she asked, munching on a boiled egg.

nayeon and jihyo nodded simultaneously. "of course! you bet we'll be there, and don't worry, we're dragging y/n along too," nayeon declared with a mischievous grin.

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, yeah. i was planning to go anyway. got a ton of free time this week."

jeongyeon sighed, chewing on her boiled egg. "ugh, i wish i had free time. my super-intense calculus prof is trying to kill us with assignments."

fast forward to the day of the party, nayeon swung by your apartment, exclaiming, "ready to see your girlfriend tonight?"

you rolled your eyes as you entered the car, "sana’s not my girlfriend.”

jeongyeon giggled, "who said we were talking about sana?"

nayeon couldn't resist teasing, "you keep denying it, but the heart wants what it wants, y/n. maybe tonight's the night sana will realize you’re her soulmate."

you chuckled, "sana and i barely know each other."

jihyo joined in, "yeah, but strangers can become friends, and friends can become more than that, you know? especially at a party with the right mood and a touch of magic in the air."

nayeon added, "you know, we're all graduating soon. you might regret not making a move."

jeongyeon and jihyo chimed in agreement, teasing you more about missed opportunities and what-ifs. you, lost in thought, couldn't help but consider the possibilities.

as you arrived at the party, dahyun greeted you at the door with infectious energy, exclaiming, "what's up, what's up, party peopleeee! prepare yourselves for a night of epic proportions!"

you guys couldn't help but laugh at dahyun's lively entrance, and as you made your way inside, she continued her entertaining banter and turned to you, “unnie, grab your dancing shoes because tonight we're going to break it down on the dance floor! and if you see miyeon, give her a high-five for throwing the party of the century!"

you amused by dahyun’s obvious drunkenness turned to your junior and patted her on the head, "well, if the night's as epic as your intro, dahyun, we're in for a wild ride.”

as the night marched on, you could feel the drinks weaving a tipsy tapestry around you. laughter bubbled through the air, but amidst the cheerful chaos, your eyes kept searching for a familiar face in the lively crowd – sana.

then, you spotted her: sana, sporting the cutest brown shirt that hugged all the right places, and those glasses, a rare accessory that added an extra layer of charm. you couldn't help but marvel at how sana seemed to be the standout beauty of the night.

nayeon, with her knack for reading between the lines, couldn't resist a playful jab. "well, well, what's got you all starry-eyed? is it the snacks or someone special catching your gaze?"

jihyo and jeongyeon, sensing an opportunity for some good-natured teasing, joined in. "if you don't act fast, dex might swoop in and steal the spotlight. you wouldn't want to miss your chance forever," jeongyeon teased, the mention of dex causing a subtle shift in your mood.

suddenly, amidst the laughter and teasing, you found yourself feeling a bit low. another shot seemed like a good idea, a temporary escape from the self-doubt and lingering 'what-ifs.'

despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn't shake off a twinge of sadness. the wish to gather the courage and strike up a conversation with sana weighed heavily on you.

nayeon, always the instigator, added more fuel to the playful fire. "come on, y/n! if you don't make a move, dex is going to steal the show, and you'll be left with a bag of 'what-ifs' to ponder over in your graduation cap!"

jihyo chimed in, "you'll regret it if you don't try. plus, it's a party! everyone's a bit buzzed; it's the perfect time!"

jeongyeon, with a conspiratorial grin, added, "you've got nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain.”

despite the encouraging words, your mind swirled with uncertainty. the mention of dex stirred a pang of jealousy you hadn't anticipated, prompting you to reach for another shot, hoping it would wash away the brewing storm inside. dex, the self-proclaimed admirer of sana. he made it known to everyone that sana was his ideal girl, and you couldn't help but scoff at the thought. after all, sana was your dream girl too, so dex wasn't exactly special. yet, you had witnessed how sana gave dex the time of day, even flirting with him a bit.

the night continued, and as you downed more shots, the liquid courage only seemed to fuel the internal struggle. the pulsating music, contagious laughter, and shared moments faded into the background as you grappled with the weight of indecision and the fear of missing out.

an hour later, you found yourself feeling pretty drunk, so you decided it was time to take a breather. you excused yourself, stumbling a bit, and made your way to the kitchen, hoping that some water and maybe a snack could work their magic. as you stepped into the kitchen, though, you couldn't believe your eyes—there was dex, boldly talking up sana. this sight, for some reason, ignited a spark of annoyance within you.

summoning every ounce of sober energy you had left, you marched up to dex and sana. you cleared your throat dramatically and declared, "you guys wouldn’t make a cute couple, you know."

sana burst into laughter, a warm sound that filled the room. "y/n? you okay?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye. on the other hand, dex looked puzzled and muttered, "i think she's drunk."

you, determined to prove your sobriety, straightened up and insisted, "i'm not drunk. and even if i were, trust me, any clear-headed person could see you two wouldn't be cute together."

dex, still trying to process your bold statement, stammered, "uh, why not?"

you fired back, "well, dex, you're like a plain sandwich, and sana deserves a five-star meal. no offense, of course."

sana, thoroughly amused at the unfolding scene, exchanged an amused glance with dex, who seemed utterly perplexed by your sudden proclamation. "you're a riot, y/n," sana teased, suppressing a laugh.

dex, still looking baffled, just shrugged, and sana, with a playful smile, said, "excuse us for a moment, dex. i think y/n needs a bit of fresh air."

as sana led you out of the kitchen, you couldn't help but mutter, "i am sober, you know."

sana chuckled, "sure, y/n, of course, you are."

while climbing the stairs, sana continued to giggle, and with a teasing smile, she added, "you're the soberest person i've ever seen."

you reached what you assumed was miyeon's room but you couldn’t really process anything right now, and sana gently guided you to the bed. sana gently asked, "do you know where nayeon, jihyo, or jeongyeon is?”

sana, grabbing her phone, seemed to be in the process of contacting one of them to come to your rescue.

in the midst of this, you couldn't shake the feeling of regret creeping in. you blurted out, "are you upset with me? i mean, i interrupted you, right?"

sana, still calm and collected, assured you, "no, not upset. just want to make sure you're okay."

you knew you were gonna regret all of this tomorrow but, fueled by the liquid courage coursing through her, you decided you didn't care about the impending consequences. your world could crumble tomorrow; tonight was for saying whatever you wanted.

in the haze of inebriation, you couldn't help but make a lighthearted comment, "i have a talent for messing things up spectacularly, huh."

sana giggled, "well, you did add a bit of drama to the party, that's for sure."

sana sighed, her attempts to reach nayeon, jihyo, or jeongyeon proving unsuccessful. she turned to you, a concerned look on her face, and asked, "will you be okay staying here for a while? i can't seem to contact any of them."

you, still feeling a bit woozy, nodded and managed a small smile, "yeah, sure. it's fine."

"great," sana replied, a playful glint in her eye. "so, am i staying with you?" she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

you couldn't help but blush at sana's words. "uh, yeah, sure. you can stay," you stammered.

sana giggled at your adorable reaction, then her expression turned thoughtful. "hey, remember that five-star meal comment from earlier? what was that about?"

you groaned in embarrassment, burying your face in your hands. "can we please forget about it?”

sana, however, was not one to let things go easily. she nudged you, still grinning, and asked, "is there someone you think is a five-star meal?"

you, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, mumbled, "no one, really. it was just a silly thing i said."

but sana persisted, a mischievous glint in her eye, "come on, spill the beans. i want to know who's a five-star meal in your book."

you, still blushing, let out an exasperated laugh. "okay, fine, if i have to pick someone, it's you, okay? happy now?"

sana's eyes sparkled with delight, and she responded with a charming grin, "well, thank you for the compliment. you're not so bad yourself, you know."

sana seeing you blushing pushed even more, “so, y/n, if you were to pick someone who's worthy of me, who would it be?"

you groaned, realizing sana's playful challenge. "i don't know, maybe someone who matches your vibe?"

sana's smile widened, and she playfully poked your nose. "that's a good answer, but you're not getting away that easily. come on, anyone in particular?"

still oblivious to sana's underlying intentions, you thought for a moment and then shrugged. "i don't know, sana. you're pretty amazing. i can't think of anyone else."

sana shifted her gaze, looking at you as if she were analyzing and trying to read you. after a moment, she spoke with a knowing tone, "you like me, don't you?"

you were taken aback, your eyes widening. “what do you mean?"

sana only laughed, a musical sound that danced through the air. "i can tell, y/n. mina and momo notice it a lot too when you're staring. i think it's cute."

now thoroughly embarrassed, you stammered, "i-i don't know what you're talking about. i mean, why would i—"

sana interrupted, her laughter contagious, "relax, y/n. besides, it's not like it's a big secret."

trying to regain your composure, you managed a nervous laugh. "i didn't think it was that obvious."

sana, still wearing that mischievous grin, pushed further, "so, when you mentioned the five-star meal earlier, were you referring to yourself?"

your face turned an even deeper shade of red. "what? no!"

sana interrupted playfully, "come on, y/n, don't be shy. besides, if you think you're a five-star meal, who am i to argue?"

sana's expression softened, and she looked at you with a warmth that sent shivers down your spine. "you know, y/n, in case you were wondering, i don't mind at all."

still trying to process everything, you mumbled, "i... uh, i didn't think you'd notice."

sana winked, "i notice a lot more than you think. and i gotta say, it’s flattering. makes me feel special."

you couldn't help but smile, the tension easing. "well, i guess i can't hide anything from you."

sana leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "you really shouldn't try to hide these things, y/n. life's too short for secrets."

you nodded, "yeah, you're right."

sana, with a glint of mischief in her eyes, issued a challenge. "y/n, can you say it?"

you were appalled. "say what?"

sana grinned, "that you like me. out loud."

you protested, "why do i have to say it? it's practically implied. i'm sure you know!"

sana, undeterred, playfully challenged her, "come on, y/n. it's different when you say it. try it."

you sighed, feeling cornered. "fine. i like you, okay?"

sana's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she teased, "such a charmer, y/n."

you rolled your eyes. sana, still wearing that playful grin, leaned even closer, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. she smiled sweetly and said, "i have another challenge for you, y/n.”

"another challenge? what is it?"

sana's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "take me out on a date."

you couldn't help but blush, the realization sinking in. "are you saying... i have a chance?"

sana nodded, her gaze unwavering. "more than a chance, y/n.”

you felt a mix of excitement and disbelief, and managed a shy smile. "i never expected this."

sana leaned even closer, "i guess life is full of surprises, especially the ones that make your heart race a bit faster."

that’s when you realized that taking a chance on love – no matter how unconventional – can lead to the most extraordinary adventures (and to having the prettiest girlfriend in the room).

so, to anyone out there with a crush, just confess. you never know – you might end up with a girl like sana who thinks you're the missing piece to their puzzle. and if they reject you, just pretend it was a dare or blame it on a sudden urge for honesty. works like a charm.

#twice x reader #twice imagines #sana x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #twice sana

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blu-joons · 2 years

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My Hero ~ Lee Donghae

Your eyes snapped across the room as soon as you heard a laugh come from Donghae, watching as he typed away at his phone. He had no idea that you were watching him until he glanced up from his phone, the smile on his face still wide, eyes bright as he met yours which were full of confusion.

“You’ve got to see this,” Donghae told you as he stood up from where he was sat at the table in front of his laptop, walking around the room to get to you.

You shuffled along the sofa slightly to make room for Donghae as he held his phone out for you to take, noticing that he was at the top of a news article posted just an hour ago.

Your heart immediately raced as you began to scroll, especially as you noticed your name in the title. Yet, as you kept reading, you noticed exactly what had made the headlines with screengrabs of the latest Super Junior video posted of Donghae passing his jacket onto you.

“It seems that production caught the two of us in the background of their interview with Heechul on the set of the music video shoot,” Donghae laughed, “and the journalists are loving it too.”

Your head shook in disbelief as you scrolled all the way down to the bottom expecting some negativity, which never arrived. As you passed Donghae’s phone back across to him, you couldn’t understand what you had read, it was positive, for once.

“All I did was give you my coat because you were cold,” Donghae smirked, “and now all the entertainment papers are portraying me to be some sort of hero boyfriend.”

“How have you managed to make yourself look so good without meaning to be caught?”

Donghae’s shoulders shrugged as he glanced down at his phone as it vibrated, noticing a message come through in his group chat with the boys. You had no idea what it said, but as Donghae began to crack up again, you were pretty sure that you had a good idea.

After reading through, Donghae handed his phone to you again, allowing you to read through the messages that he was exchanging with all of the boys.

“Heechul’s not happy that we’ve ended up taking the attention away from him,” Donghae proudly grinned as he pointed to Heechul’s message on his phone, “he says next time he sees the two of us he’ll be sure to get some sort of revenge.”

After getting to the bottom of the chat, you handed Donghae his phone back once more as more messages came through, with the boys all impressed with how Donghae had subtly shown himself.

“You should read some of these, some of the comments are calling me perfect.”

Your eyes widened, refusing to believe Donghae until he showed you some of the comments, with several fans all expressing how jealous they were of you.

“I wish that Donghae gave my boyfriend tips on how to look after me,” you read through yet another one, scoffing underneath your breath.

You could tell as soon as you looked across at Donghae that he was enjoying the attention that he was getting from fans and journalists alike. The clip itself was only a few seconds long, with the two of you well hidden in the background, but his eagle-eyed fans had managed to clock the two of you perfectly together.

“Hyukjae wants me to post something about D and E,” Donghae soon laughed.

“Is promotion all he thinks about?”

Your eyes rolled at how typical it was of Hyukjae, encouraging Donghae to make the most of the attention he was getting to remind people of the two of them, earning himself plenty of complaints in the chat as the other seven wondered where their promotion was.

“I can’t believe you’ve managed to do this.”

“This is hilarious,” Donghae replied to you, “I mean I literally gave you my coat, some people are calling me Superman now.”

As happy as you were for the two of you to have a nice headline written about the two of you for a change, the smile on Donghae’s face soon began to get on your nerves. He was loving his role, mainly because for once he had the chance to tease the others for a change rather than allow them to tease Donghae.

“How long are you going to bang on about this at rehearsal tomorrow?”

Donghae’s eyes looked across to you as you spoke, “I will talk about nothing else and make sure that everyone at the company has read the article.”

“If one of them punch you tomorrow, it’s your fault.”

He couldn’t get enough of teasing the boys, showing you every single time when a frustrated message came through from one of the boys, which Donghae could joke in reply to you.

None of the boys could believe that their quiet member had managed to get the best headline out of all of them in sixteen years. For all the variety shows, and music show appearances they made, it was the simple act of giving a coat away that had given Donghae bragging rights over them.

“Do you think we could get this article printed actually?” Donghae asked you, “I want to give all of the boys their own copy tomorrow so that they don’t forget this.”

Your eyes could only roll at just how much Donghae was enjoying himself. “You know that they’ll get you back if you do anything like that. It already sounds like Heechul is on the verge of a breakdown having missed out on the attention because of you.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of his phone screen, no matter how hard he tried. Donghae was obsessed with the article to say the least, basking in all the compliments that came his way and the praise that he was receiving for being such a good boyfriend to you.

“I guess I should feel lucky that I get to call superman my boyfriend,” you laughed across at him.

“You definitely should,” Donghae immediately agreed, “there are hundreds of fans in the comments right now wishing that they were in your shoes and wishing that they were able to get given my jacket from me.”

Your head shook as Donghae scrolled through some of the comments once again, reading out his favourites. Each comment that he read made him smugger and smugger, never seeing him as confident as he was right now.

To be recognised for being such a good boyfriend meant the world to Donghae, touched to have proven to everyone just how much he cared about you.

“I think from now on you should just tell everyone that I’m your hero,” Donghae suggested, “it seems to be what the article implies after all.”

“There is no way that I am introducing you as my hero.”

A loud intake of breath came from him, “if it wasn’t for me you would have been freezing cold during that shoot, but I came and saved you from the cold.”

“You gave me your coat,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sure that if I’d asked any of the boys for their coat, they would have said yes.”

“Just admit that I’m your hero,” Donghae teased, “there’s no need to be shy about it, we all need rescuing sometimes.”

Your head shook, “you’re enjoying this far too much, look at your smile.”

“Let me have my moment Y/N!”

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simpforrooster · 1 year

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be careful with my baby.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!reader

summary: a drunk Rooster makes a super serious confession.

a/n: mentions of alcohol, drunk!rooster, fluffy, not proofread xD

You watch as Rooster throws back another shot, grimacing as the harsh liquid makes its way down his throat. The team was back home from a mission and had been celebrating all night. Rooster lets out a loud ‘whoop’ and fixes you with a heart stopping grin from across the bar. Praying he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks, you shake your head, and take the beers Penny holds out to you.

“Thanks, Baby Girl,” Rooster says, taking the beer from you. Natasha shoots you a look. Rooster has never called you this before. Why would he? The two of you weren’t together.

No matter how badly you wanted to be.

Rooster chats with Bob like nothing happened. Maybe he didn’t realize he’d said it?

The music coming from the jukebox switches from an upbeat country song, to a slow one. One that takes you back to junior high, hoping the guy you’re crushing on asks you to dance.

The makeshift dance floor fills with couples staring into each other’s eyes, swaying in one another’s arms. Because you are so engrossed in the Hallmark movie in front of you, you didn’t notice Rooster slide up behind you.

“Dance with me,” he whispers in your ear. Looking over your shoulder at him, he gives you a lazy smile. “Come on.”

Rooster takes his hand in yours and pulls you to the edge of the dancefloor. As his arms slide around your waist, your heart pumps double time. He’s never held you like this. Like he might lose you.

You’ve known Rooster for years, meeting him at this very bar the first night you moved in. You decided to treat yourself to a cheap beer for finally making a big girl decision and moving from your hometown. There was nothing there for you. You weren’t sure if there was anything for you here at the time. You just drove and drove and felt a pull to Fightertown.

Rooster lays his head on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your neck. He sways the two of you along to the music, and for a moment, you’re lost in a little dream world. One where Rooster is your guy. One where he bursts through the door every night calling, “Honey! I’m home!”

The alcohol must finally be hitting him, because he’s suddenly having a hard time holding his body weight off you.

“Roos..”

“Mmm,” he hums into your neck, causing your stomach to flip several times.

“You’re drunk,” you say, realizing that all this has to be stemming from the alcohol. He’s not just going to confess feelings out of nowhere.

“I’m not,” he defends, his head still resting on your shoulder. Rooster pulls you closer to him, seeming to relax the closer you are.

“Rooster, let me get you home.” The slow song was long over, and Rooster has made no moves to let you go.

Not that you are complaining.

“Okay,” he murmurs. He peels himself off of you, and places his keys in your outstretched hand. After closing your tabs with Penny, you guide a very drunk Rooster to his Bronco.

“I may be inebriated, but please be careful with my baby,” Rooster pats the hood as he walks (sways?) to the passenger side. Rolling your eyes, you hoist yourself behind the wheel. Taking the familiar route to Rooster’s apartment, you have his precious Bronco parked safely a few minutes later.

You lead Rooster into his home, and onto the couch. Rooster falls into his plush throw pillows, blowing out a breath. He pats the spot next to him and you oblige. His arm comes up around your shoulder, and he pulls you into him.

“I’m sorry I drank so much tonight,” he whispers. The apology catches you off guard. It isn’t like Rooster is out throwing back shots every night. His head rests against the back of the couch, his gaze locked on the ceiling. “I just chicken out whenever I’m around you.”

“Roos, what are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to say the words when I’m drunk. What if you don’t believe me?” His gaze is still skyward, and your confusion is running deeper. You grow a little faint at what the words could be. Does he have feelings for you? Has he been battling telling you or not, afraid to ruin the friendship like you have?

Rooster moves into a lying position on the couch, pulling you with him. He nestles deep into the soft couch, wrapping an arm around your waist. You have never felt more comfortable in your life.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, sleep lacing his words.

“I will, Bradley,” you agree. His arm is ironclad around your waist, pulling you as close against his body as he can get you.

Before he gives into the alcohol induced slumber, he whispers four words that knock the breath out of you.

“I love you, baby.”

a/n: part two????

Part two

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 month

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Raging Storm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x 18!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, being bullied, harsh insults, being called freak and worthless, someone wanting you to kill yourself, heartbreak

Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where the Winchester brothers and Castiel find out that before Michael and Lucifer go to hell they pregnant a woman that died giving birth to the reader (yn) that is the most powerful being in the existence and she is the first hybrid of all species, she is also the embodiment karma and the void, the princess of heaven and hell, the antichrist, Dean Winchester soulmate, the niece of angels and demons, descendant of the pagan gods and four horsemen of apocalypse, and more things and they need to find her because she is so powerful and she can destroy everything but in the end she is super innocent and shy girl???. with fluffy ending.

Summary: You've always been different than everyone else around you but you have no idea why. Things happen around you that you can't control or have no understanding of, but then Dean Winchester comes into your life promising to help make sense of it all.

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Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

This is the third week this month that the sky has been cloudy and gray. It’s fitting since it matches your mood. All you want to do is get through today and go home where you feel the safest. You hate it here. You’re about to graduate but it needs to come faster. You want to get out of this hellhole and away from these hellish people.

You look up and see your school in the distance with people shuffling into the building. God, I hate everyone here. You’re not even sure how it started but you walked into school one day and everyone hated you. The internet talks about bullying and how much it can ruin a person’s life, but you never knew it could get this bad.

You’re not sure why you’re getting bullied. Sure, you’re very timid and shy but you’re one of the nicest people there is. You’re sweet and friendly to everyone, but that doesn’t seem to matter to some people.

You keep your head down even when you get to school, ignoring the stares you get from some people. The first class of the day is science, which you love, but there are three people in that class that make those fifty minutes feel like hell. You take your seat in the very back by the windows when one of the most popular girls in school comes in. She is followed by her two friends who are basically puppies looking for attention.

“Look girls, the neighborhood freak is here.”

Your heart hurts at her words. You’ve always been bullied by her ever since you could remember. You two attended the same elementary school, the same middle school and junior high, and now the same high school. She’s been tormenting you ever since she knew she gained power by her words.

Maybe she senses you’re a bit different than everyone else. You certainly feel that way. Why do you feel different than everyone here? What makes you not the same as everyone else? That’s the reason why you get bullied because you don’t fit in. You don’t dress weird, have a pimply face, or are into weird things. Stacy took one look at you one day and decided you were going to be her target for as long as you let her be in power.

You haven’t found it in yourself to take that from her.

“What, have nothing to say?” she smirks and looks at her friends. “I hear her Daddy hits her while at home. Her whole family is a bunch of freaks.”

That’s not true. Your father loves you dearly. She’s just looking to stir up some drama, and the only way it’ll get worse is if you antagonize her.

“I heard takes poor defenseless animals and cuts them up,” one of Stacy’s friends says.

“You hear that, Freak? Better not get caught or else I might sic Darren and his friends on you. You wouldn’t want to end up like those animals, now would you?”

You put your head down and drown out her words with the beat of your own heart. The cloudy sky hasn’t gone away, in fact, it has gotten much darker since you’ve arrived at school. Stacy and her friends sit down next to you and gossip loud enough for you to hear every word they say.

Freak. Useless. Ugly. Burden. Waste of space. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. It got so much that you let your emotions get the better of you. Tears would stream down your face if you weren't in front of a bunch of people. Your heart jumps out of your chest just as all the windows in the classroom shatter around you, causing everyone to scream and back away from it. You stay seated, unsure if you did this or if something outside had caused this.

The storm clouds roll in quicker than anyone expects, and a light rain starts falling from the sky. Some of that rain comes inside but you barely feel the water on your skin. You look around at every person who seems scared of you. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you are a useless waste of space freak.

School is shut down for the day while authorities figure out what the hell happened. The rain comes down a tad harder than before but if you can get home, you can curl up in bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

As you’re walking, someone bumps hard enough into you that you almost go crashing to the ground.

“What did I tell you girls? She’s a super freak. Did you see what she did to those windows? How did you do that?” Stacy asks.

“Please, I just want to go home.”

“Are you a witch? A freak and a witch. God, why don’t you just go kill yourself? The world will be better off without you in it.”

“Please, just let me go home,” you beg.

“I like it when you beg,” she smirks. “Come on, bitch, beg to me like a dog.”

You’re not sure how this happened but you thought of her getting hit by lightning and then she suddenly was. She falls back in a fit of screams while everyone else but you jump out of the way to avoid getting hit. One of her friends ends up calling 911 but you’re already running away from the scene.

The rain pours down harder and lightning strikes near you to reflect how heartbroken you are. It seems like the weather follows exactly how you feel, and right now, you just want the world to swallow you whole. You don’t bother going home in fear you’ll hurt your parents. Instead, you run to the one place you feel safe outside of your own home.

“Alright, I have storms hitting New York and New Jersey, but I don’t think it’s what we’re looking for,” Sam says as he browses his laptop.

“I got a small tornado in Louisana.”

“Anything else?” Sam asks Cas.

“No.”

“Check this out,” Dean says before the group gives up hope. He turns the laptop so that the other two men can see the page he’s on. “There is a small town in Nebraska that is having rolling blackout storms like the city has never seen before, and the windows of the local high school had been shattered without anyone or anything touching it.”

“Do you think that’s her?” Sam asks.

“Gotta be. She’d be in high school by now.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

The trio gathers everything they can before setting out to Nebraska. They’ve been tracking you ever since you were born because you’re one of the most, if not the most, powerful beings in the universe. You’re the offspring of Lucifer AND Michael when they decided to both have sex with a human woman at the same time. They manipulated their power to create one big super sperm (as Dean likes to put it) in order to create you.

You’re the Princess of Heaven and Hell, the antichrist, and the embodiment of Karma and the Void. If Dean had to guess, you don’t know just how powerful you are, and you don’t. They have to find you before you do something bad like level an entire town because you got upset over something. Your mother died by giving birth to you and your fathers went to Hell after being imprisoned in the Cage yet again.

Your foster family took you in, adopted you, and loved you with everything they got. There’s a reason why you felt so different than everyone else. You’re not human. You’re not like anyone else. You just don’t know why because you were never told what you are or taught how to be what you are.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel try to traverse the storm when they get into town. It’s gotten a lot worse and has residents fleeing from the city to seek shelter elsewhere. No one knows where this storm came from but they are preparing for the worst. The heart of the storm is where you’re at and gets lighter the further out it goes.

They track you to an abandoned farm you often go to when you want to be alone. You found this place while taking a shortcut home and made it comfortable enough for you to spend hours there. Now, you can’t find a big of comfort anywhere here.

The trio gets out of Baby and sees you outside the barn huddled on the ground. The rain is coming down in buckets but that won’t stop the Winchesters and Castiel from talking to you.

“Maybe I should go. You know, angel to half-angel,” Castiel offers.

“No, let me,” Dean says before he can stop himself. “You two stay here.”

“What? Are you crazy?!” Sam gasps.

“Sammy, I got this.” He leaves their side and approaches you slowly and carefully. You look up and see the three strange men which causes you to scoot away from them in fear. “Y/N, you’re okay!”

“Go away! I don’t know you!”

Lightning strikes the ground where Dean is, and he jumps back before he is struck. Sam wants to join his brother’s side but he knows Dean can handle this one alone. Plus, he’ll jump in if it looks like Dean is in trouble.

“Y/N, my name is Dean Winchester. I want to explain what is happening to you.”

“I don’t even know who I am!” you sob. “Go away before I hurt you!” Dean walks closer to you but you feel a sense of warmth coming from him. You can feel that he is a safe person to talk to which is why you allow him to come closer to you. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so lost. I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in!”

“Believe me, I get it. I understand how you feel.” He kneels next to you so you can see him without the rush of rain between you two. “I know what it’s like to feel alone in a room full of people. I didn't think I belonged for a long time. Sometimes, I still feel that way.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” You fall into Dean’s arms and just cry, and he smooths down your drenched hair as a means to comfort you. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“All I want is to be normal. I didn’t ask to be this way.”

“I know. You’re not alone, Y/N. My brother and I can help you. Castiel over there can help you. We can help you control this.” You sob into his neck uncontrollably. “You’re going to be okay.”

For some reason, you believe him, and the storm calms down just a bit both in your head and outside.

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say-hi-intrepid-heroes · 4 months

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alright let’s go over the junior year clues we got in the rick perry documentary thing (disclaimer: i’ve definitely missed stuff, but i think i got the big things, feel free to reblog and add with stuff that i missed though)

[at the bottom of this post I've typed out the decipherable words that plan out some combats and NPCs from Rick's screen. it's the most interesting thing but it's super long so it's at the bottom under a cut]

We get a blurry look at some minis. I’m seeing at least the PC’s minis, as well as what looks like Baxter the Gryphon.

There’s some major shots of this battle. Includes a Baby mini, the Hangvan with some kind of laser canon on top, a stingray-esque monster that is likely Night Yorb (see below), something that looks like maybe an ice elemental or the crystal (see below), and some large bugs and shirtless people. Clearly set in the Red Wastes. Detailed info of the planning for this battle below.

One of the shots had reference boards in the background. One is clearly for the Hangvan (see earlier screencaps), but the other is unclear. It looks like it includes some sort of tennis or tennis-adjacent sport.

Confirmation that Mordred Manor is a set piece.

Finally, one shot showed Rick’s computer screen with some critical info about planning. I’ve put what I’ve been able to decipher below the screencaps. and under a cut, as it’s very long.

EP. 701 DEFEATING NIGHT YORB CHASE (RED WASTES) Hangvan, Night Yorb is giant flying Manta Ray thing? Rainbow road, being chased by night yorb while trying to throw crystal into portal. Crazy gun on rough [roof] that gorgug made, I can’t get a lock on it. Just need one last final thing to defeat night yorb. Red wastes, chasing the night yorb around, flying bats teleporting onto rough [roof] of van, NPC allies, Balthazar, two other cars they are in contact with, tiefling bakers or sidekicks are reveals Stormchaser twister, trying to get a lock onto it, Night Yorb is escaping the world. Maybe night yorb gets away, why didn [didn’t] you get it? And Balthazar died? Murph invented the Night Yorb. Don’t fuck with the Night Yorb. Exploded out of riz’s chest, needs to be dumb as hell. it’s the jabberwocky, it burbled, hugely terrifying, Horrifying cursed thing. Unending night for two months. Dragon sized, bigger than the Hang Van, 30’ wingspan Stars and moon. While the night yorb flies it is night and not day. Not malevolent force, but everything on earth will die Have giant ghost busters canon, Honey I shrunk the kids cannon Driver, mechanic, gunner, navigator (using SW 5e mechanics) Hang Man - Fabian motorcycle Tether is attached to night yorb, either magic or harpoon Night Yorb could out pace them. Could smash van. Cultist of the night yorb appearing on the road, mad max style ”The night yorb is our god” Red Wastes Cultists: Riding skeleton horses, classic fantasy cultists, Manta ray night yorb masks Sword and Sorcery vibes, MUSCELY, oiled, black leather, rings Shadow of Night Yorb Tether must be reeled in over 4 rounds Success Meter - 4 rounds or it escapes Pop up cultists in the middle of the road 4 maps Straight away, gully bridge crossing, rap popping up, giant portal It’s going to another world but if it gets away thats just as bad Ayada [Ayda?] thing built in. Chekov’s gun. Gun has cool helix of energy that is getting cranked in. Gun is on the back and on the hood is a binding circle that Adaine does. Cultists are making the portal. YORBIES if they catch it, it gets bound into the paint of their van Gun is gorgug’s stuff and circle is adaine 6 cultist perusing them, 4 or 5 at the portal, 1 or 2 back up Single person traps, Vulture with cactus MINIS: Night Yorb - Giant shadowy manta ray, inky black dripping, made of liquid, different underbelly, deep indigo or bone white. Made of shadows, dripping aberration, flat plane, long tail, two weird eyes coming off front on stalks. Second set of PCs TERRAIN: Red Wastes! NOTES: favorite crazy dnd monsters, beholder, [unclear word, bu…ette] Fungal Black light portal battle! Dr. Strange battle set, pseudo pods of elder pod night yorb, day glow run fragments, purple stone castle night yorb temple, floor is octopus made of shadows. Starting mid battle. [blank sections] PROJECTION: Counter here of some kind?

POTENTIAL LOCATIONS Basrar’s icecream shop? Mordred Manor Seacaster Manor [crossed out] Strong Tower Luxury Apartments SAT Prep class [screen cuts off]

EP. 704 DENTENTION [detention] STEALTH CHASE SEQUENCE/ QUIET LIBRARY/ Aguefort chase sequence? Combine sets interrupted by having to make it past a hall monitor Underwater? Books suspended floating, everything is affected by water Don’t wake daddy? Start in Library to get to Aguefort’s office Hallway Classroom Bathroom Lockerroom [blank sections] DYNAMIC ELEMENT: Water

CONCEPTS Dicks! SPIRITUAL GUARDIANS - Full service on minis, summons, etc Psycadelic fungal giant, black light, trippy, beautiful Revisiting old set [screen cuts off]

[fyi everything past this point was very blurry, so I could only decipher pieces here and there]

EP. 706 OUTDOOR CONCERT COACHELLA Music feature? Flaming [?], giant [?] [???] Fig and Gorgug on stage [???] Lighting effects, [???] Floating stage or something [???] Demons? PROJECTION: Lasers?

NPCS/ VILLAINS/ MONSTERS/ ETC. PORTER CLIFFBREAKER is secret servant of nightmare king tactical battlefield combat that [?] 2-3 times larger than PCs LED buried inside him [???] Porter was [???] basketball player [screen cuts off]

[the rest was too blurry to make out anything other than a blank section titled ROLE PLAY/ NEUTRAL BOARD and a section that seems to be for EP. 708 and says EXTRA with some blurry words after it]

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MISTER SCARY KILLER

Summary: Y/N is a local senior at a college in California. Halloween is around the corner and there is a killer on the loose. For Y/N though everything is going quite perfectly, especially with her hidden relationship with her old high school teacher; Negan Smith. Things take a turn when Y/N's ex shows up letting his dark secrets unfold…

Warnings: SMUT, murder, blood, gore, partying, drinking, age gap ( the reader is 22-23 years old and Negan is in his 40s), jealousy, dom! Negan, smoking, drunk sex?, angst, death, sex in costume? (I think this is a warning-ish?), daddy kink!, secret relationship, mention of murder, description of murder scenes, horror movie junkie! reader, darker themes!, mentions of scream movies, cursing, submissive reader!, college partying, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, and slight obsession.

A/N: My kinktober list will be linked soon, and each one is shorter stories, little quick one shots. This is based on a mood board I found on Tumblr. @dustbunniess There was a TikTok attached to it, this kind of intrigued me. This in no way is supposed to be offensive and to me is darker but kind of weirdly cute? (Like does not need to be real but I feel like there are people who understand). Boarder is by @saradika-graphics they are so cute go check out the page!

DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Y/N's lips curled up, her legs crossed laying on the man's covered thighs beside her. The bowl of popcorn rested between them, she held the remote scrolling through the endless amount of movies. Negan chuckled at her question, rubbing her smoother bare legs across him. Negan scratched his beard, watching the movies she scrolled past. "What are you thinkin' of, doll?" The nickname she loved, doll. He loved to call her that, 'his little doll.'

Negan and Y/N's relationship started when she ran into him after high school the following year. Y/N was ending her junior year in a couple of months we she ran into him at a coffee shop close to her campus. Negan was her PE teacher back in school, she always thought the man was very attractive. She had been keeping her relationship hidden from others until after college, and Y/N felt like it was for the best.

Y/N did explore and she met a perfect boy, Jackson. He treated her with a lot of respect in the beginning, giving her every need. Jackson had his demons he was fighting when he dropped out of college leaving her with a text he was going off with some other woman. The text was super brief and almost got Y/N's best friend, Claire hunt him down herself. Y/N was heartbroken but later on in those few months, she ran into Negan Smith to come sweep her off her feet.

"Why not Halloween?" Y/N clicked, seeing the play movie sign; turning her head for Negan's approval, "Just in a couple of days, y'know." She playfully winked at him causing a deeper chuckle from the older man. "You're too cute," He complimented her, his hands riding up her leg more, "That's fine with me, doll."

The movie started uploading with a few commercials first, letting herself finally bring herself to bring up her costume to Negan. Y/N and Clarie were matching for their Halloween party at Claire's boyfriend's frat house party. They were having to keep the party a secret due to police curfew hours for high school and college students. Since the end of summer, a couple of murders have occured around her campus area.

The murders kept Y/N more behind closed doors, rather than Negan keeping his eye on her. When she was at classes, most of the time he was at work. She stayed with him in town in his apartment close to her campus, Y/N had everything perfect.

Mostly, everything was perfect until Jackson returned to school the following year. Y/N sadly had to share a class with him, she wanted to drop the class so bad. But she had to have the class to graduate, Y/N also hated she had to hide the fact she shared a class with her ex. Negan flipped out when he heard he came back to town.

'He is going to try to get in your pants, sweetheart.'

'If he comes near you, I will kill him."

Y/N heard him say that a few times these past few months, she did not know why but it sent a chill down her spine. At first, it seemed like a joke to her, how he would laugh afterward. The smile brightens his whole face up, his wrinkles showing on his face more. The more she heard it though, the more she got to see Negan it seemed a little bit more sinister.

She thought it was all in her head, but Y/N kept it brushed to the side of everything.

Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up a bit keeping the popcorn close to her. "I wanted to tell you about my costume." Y/N laid her hand on his, which was rubbing her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Negan's grip get tighter, "It's a really cute idea, I got it from Spirit last week."

"You in there every week, sweetheart." Negan commented, rolling his eyes playfully, "You drag me in there every date day since it's opened." Y/N threw popcorn at him, and he just picked the pieces up throwing them into his mouth. The Halloween movie credits started to play with the theme song blaring through the TV. "That is not the point, babe." She chewed her piece of popcorn, "Me and Claire are going to match at the party."

"What party?" His voice was stern.

Y/N rolled her eyes, this time she was more annoyed. She had a party conversation with him since the beginning of October. Y/N even invited him remembering his comment, "I do not want to party with a bunch of college kids."

"We have had this conversation, I even invited you and you told me you did not want to go." Y/N quickly threw back, laying the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs away bringing them closer to her, Y/N tried to turn her attention towards the movie. Negan grabbed her legs making her squeal pulling her underneath him. Her arms were pinned in an instant behind her head, Negan was above her having her pinned beneath him. Y/N felt herself melt underneath him, his eyes burning through her own eyes. "Don't start with no attitude, princess," Negan whispered, his lips getting closer to hers. His hands gripping her wrist tighter, Y/N tried to fight the grip but he was too strong. She wiggled behind him, finally giving up as his eyes just stayed on her.

"What's the costume, doll?" Negan asked her, his face was straight and seemed emotionless. Her eyes scanned his features, she could not help but feel turned on in this situation. She loved his dominant side, how jealous he could be of her. Y/N would never cheat on Negan or do anything to hurt him in any way; in fact, she was thinking she was falling in love with him. She could not help though watching him squirm if he was getting jealous about her.

"Well," Y/N gulped down, trying to make herself comfortable with him, "Claire was going to be the devil and I was going to be an angel." Negan's face stayed emotionless for a moment, growing nerves in Y/N's stomach. Finally, Negan broke the sexual silence with a burst of amusing laughter. Y/N hated that she had that scratch sneaking up her back, an itch perhaps. Something about that laughter seemed darker than most of his, she seemed to have heard this before though. Y/N barely could put words to describe it, but still felt turned on by the man in front of her.

Negan lifted her causing her to gasp, his hands on her waist; her hands out of habit wrapped around his neck. Negan laid his forehead against hers, and Y/N felt his member grow underneath, pressing against her. She bit her lip, hearing the sounds of the movie playing behind her that they had not even got to watch.

"And I bet you're going to look hot as fuck? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan questioned her, Y/N's mouth parted but she could not form words or a sentence to tell him what she thought. "Yeah, you'd look hot as fuck in anything, dollface." His lips brushed up her neck, causing her to moan out, "I guess you can go, only on one condition."

Negan grabbed her face, her cheeks squished up a bit. His other hands wrapped around her throat bringing her close. "What?" She croaked out, her lips teasing his own; brushing up against him. "If that Jackson shows up, you call me. If any guy messes with you, you call me." Negan was stern, he was serious. His eyes burned through her, she could have sworn she saw flames inside his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

Negan laughed as a dark, lustful chuckle came from his throat. He stalked closer to her still above her, eyeing the younger woman up and down hungrily.

“What do you want doll?” Negan asked her, his member growing more and more. "You want me to throw your legs over my neck and ruin you?" His words sent goosebumps down her spine.

“You can’t handle me, Negan. If anything, I’d ruin you." She blushed, keeping the wicked smirk on her face in front of Negan. Negan’s brows arch up in genuine surprise. Y/N was like Negan's prey and he was the predator, he wanted her desperately.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Negan says lowly. His eyes flick down to her, stopping at her lips. “Are you challenging me, darling?” Y/N was still pinned down, she felt her becoming wet in her sleep shorts. He turned her on so easily, anything this man did could get her going.

“Maybe. Are you up for it?”

“Oh, doll… you know I can fuck you any time of the day and any time of the week." Her shorts were pulled down as Y/N pulled at his loose sweatpants, getting him to remove his clothing. Negan's hands gripped her bare chest underneath her sweater. "You sure this party thing works out?" Negan wondered out loud, his fingers pressing against her bare clit. Her shorts were now on the floor, she never wore underwear at night usually just one of Negan's old shirts and shorts.

"Everything will work out." Y/N pulled the older man closer, pulling his boxers off next leaving him naked. The pulsing between her thighs grew stronger as his dark eyes stayed trained on her own.

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me already.” He smiled, rubbing her clit gently as she let out a slight moan. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands down Y/n's back, squeezing her plump ass roughly as he inhaled, she yelped as he landed a harsh slap to her bare ass.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from her, grabbing her hair tightly again.

“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused. Y/N bit her lip pushing up wanting him inside of her already. He loved how desperate she looked beneath him, how her body was practically begging for it.

“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to her breast, biting her nipple gently. Negan's hands were firmly under her ass. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on her bare skin. “Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through her glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already.” Y/N moaned out, her head digging deeper into the couch, the movie she had forgotten about playing behind them. Her body jolted as she moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,

“Yeah…you’re gonna be coming for me real soon.” Negan's member teased her entrance, she choked out a loud moan. “Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched her, impaling her with his cock. Negan groaned lowly in her ear, holding the ends of the couch. He started to thrust in and out of her slowly. “You’re fucking tight baby.” Y/N could only respond with moans as he started to fuck her even faster, hitting deep inside of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist letting himself be deeper inside of her. Y/N kept choking on her moans, her nails digging into the couch fabric.

She loved how rough he was. Y/N loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into her than she thought possible. Negan's nails kept digging into her ass. "Go faster Negan please." She begged practically screaming for the neighbors to hear.

"You're mine." He growled in her ear, his thrust causing her eyes to roll back of her head, "I would do anything for you."

“Negan.” Y/N whined as he let her back down on the couch “I’m-oh fuck.” She couldn’t even finish your sentence because Y/N was already coming.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled her back on his dick roughly, one of her legs resting on his shoulders up high. “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”

She whimpered at him that he was satisfied with her, how much he loved to take care of her. His thrusts started to get sloppier and Y/N could tell he was chasing his orgasm. “I want your come so bad.” Y/N moaned, she begged him feeling his cock twitch inside of her. She could feel her pussy throb around him as she could feel another orgasm building up in her stomach.

Negan kept viciously thrusting as he sent her over the edge again. This time Negan came with her, moaning loudly into her neck as he came deep inside of her. Y/N's body shuddered and shook as she came from her second orgasm.

"Everything will work out." She breathed out.

Y/N adjusted her angel wings attached behind her, she had her full costume on ready to go with Claire who was taking millions of selfies in the bathroom. Negan was at a late practice for his football players so it gave the girls time to get ready at their apartment since it was closer to the party. "We are ditching if cops show!" Y/N yelled over to Claire her exiting the bathroom, she laughed rolling her eyes playfully. Claire was in a fierce matching red costume like Y/N's, instead of wings and a crown she had devil horns and a tail. "You look so hot, you're telling me Negan is not going to join ya?" She winked, he can wear a mask like I said no one would know." Y/N smirked at her comment going to answer her when her phone began to ring. The younger woman reached for it believing it was Negan seeing the caller ID, unknown.

Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a familiar pit in her stomach start to grow. Y/N denied the call, tossing the phone on her bed and turning her attention back to the mirror continuing to adjust the revealing costume. "Who was that, Y/N?" Claire's curiosity grew looking at the phone lying on the bed, she had a smirk on her face thinking it was Negan herself. "Unknown caller, probably telemarketers," Y/N pulled her gloves up her arms, "They've been more annoying these past few days." Claire pulled her phone out while Y/N glanced over seeing her pop open her camera, "No, no pictures please." Y/N begged as Claire was already taking pictures of her, Y/N fighting to cover her face as she was laughing. "Oh come on, you look cute." Claire teased her friend, pushing her hands away from her face, "We never take pictures anymore."

Y/N finally gave in putting her hands down, giving a smile at the camera, Claire and her started to make funny faces causing the girls to laugh. They had been friends ever since high school, she knew about her and Negan's relationship a few months after it started. Y/N only trusted her, she knew she would keep it a secret even her boyfriend Ted. "Come on, let's head on over." Claire squealed, putting her phone away and nudging Y/N to follow her out. "Let me text Negan we are leaving, we can just stay a couple of hours." Y/N pointed her finger sternly at her party animal-like friend.

The two friends headed out getting into Claire's car, the entire time she could have sworn she felt eyes on them. She peered over her shoulders seeing no one in the dark or even the dark corners.

The party was already pretty crowded once they arrived. The frat party was located at Ted's uncle's cabin deeper in the woods. There were a lot of people drinking and doing drugs that she did not even know the names of. She stuck away from that just to drinking, maybe a smoke of a blunt or a hit from a bong would not be bad.

Claire and Y/N had been there a couple of hours staying near each other with their drinks in hand. They danced all over each other, talking to each other's friends and classmates. Y/N was feeling pretty tipsy already with her fifth drink in hand. She drank her vodka-mixed drink grinding on her friend behind her to the music. Negan sent her a text just to behave and call him if she needed anything. He trusted her enough to take care of herself, she knew if she needed him she would call right away. "That guy across the room has not taken his eyes off you," Y/N yelled at her friend loud enough for her to over the music, dancing with her. Claire pivoted her hand towards the male staring at her and raising his drink in her direction. "Go, I will be okay, I will find Jess," Y/N reassured her, Jess was one of their older roommates from their freshman year in college.

Claire was a little hesitant, she knew the guy from a few of her classes but did not want to leave her best friend high and dry. "No, we promised each other," Claire whined a little, seeing the guy smirk at her; his eyes scanning over her. "If you do not go Claire, I will push you over there myself." Y/N gave her a slight nudge, causing Claire to giggle. "I will call you in a couple of hours, I promise." Claire quickly kissed her cheek, going over to greet the eyeing man. Y/N pushed through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her friend Jessica around. She could feel her phone buzz, tucked away in her bra. The buzzing continued, and she realized she was getting a call. Y/N pulled the phone from her cleavage seeing an unknown caller again, they’d been calling for days. Y/N finally had enough getting upstairs to a quieter place, swiping left quickly answering the phone.

“Look I don’t know who this is but please stop calling,” Y/N had her phone lingering over the red button to end the call when she heard her name being called over the phone.

“Hello, Y/N.” The voice seemed static, but deeper male voice. Y/N's face fell, and her finger tightened around her phone. She quickly looked around her surroundings seeing a few people chatting a drinking; some making out. “Who is this?” Y/N questioned, Deep down she hoped this was all some Halloween prank.

She hated the gut feeling she had.

Just when she turned back around she bumped right into someone, and her phone fell to the ground. Y/N eyes moved up seeing the taller man in front of her, Jackson. She tended up quickly grabbing her phone from the ground seeing the caller had hung up, Jackson smirked filled with wickedness. He eyed the angel in front of him, and Y/N stepped back away from him. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” She growled, eyeing him up and down, himself in a simple cop costume, “Ted does not like you, so I know he did not invite you.” Jackson just chuckled at the younger woman walking around her, Y/N’s eyes followed his movements. His hands rested in his pockets, Y/N thought she saw something inside his pockets hiding away with his hands. Her eyes moved up to him, being closer to her now.

“If there is a party, you know I have to be a part of it.” Jackson reminded her, he was known for being parties. They were always doing something with each other going to parties and living it up to the fullest. Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms, her phone in hand, “You look good, Y/N. I want to talk to you.” Y/N tried to walk away feeling his hand pull her back, she gasped in disbelief. Luckily half the people at the party were downstairs, the people upstairs kept their attention to themselves. Y/N tried to fight his grip, feeling Jackson pull her closer. “You shouldn’t be out with a killer on the loose,” Jackson's lips curled, and the younger woman pulled her arm from his grip. “You can fuck off Jackson,” Y/N hissed, “You lost every right to control me when you fucked other women.” Y/N was loud causing a few stares to peer over at them and a few whispers lingering around them. Y/N did not even have time to hear what he had to say or even the look on his face he may have had. She quickly went to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Negan’s contact to call him bringing the phone to her ear and hearing two rings before he was quick to pick up. “Ready to leave already, doll?” Negan picked up the phone, feeling like nothing was wrong with his girl. He sat on the couch with his sweatpants on watching one of the newer Scream movies, one of his favorites. “No, Jackson is here,” she heard pure silence over the phone not even his breath, “He fucking grabbed me and..” Y/N was cut off by him, “I’m on my way.”

Before she could even protest, he hung up the phone as she stared at her screen in shock. Y/N debated on calling him back but she knew nothing would change his mind coming up here, he was a very stubborn man. The young woman shoved her phone back in her strapless bra underneath her costume, eyeing herself in the mirror. She fixed her crown, adjusting it as straight as it could be. She groaned out, debating on even going back to the party or just keeping herself hidden in the bathroom. The music echoed out from the bathroom, voices muffled out passing the door. Y/N just sucked it up, letting herself out of the bathroom and getting past people down the stairs, her buzz fading away from running into Jackson getting her adrenaline up and taking any fun she had away.

Y/N once again felt her chest buzz again from her phone, from an incoming call again. “Negan look, just come me and we will leave.” She answered, yelling more for the man to hear her; not even looking at the ID. “I don’t think it’s time to leave my Y/N.” A familiar voice rang in her ear, that same static voice moments ago. In the crowd, Y/N saw a scream mask. She took a look again making sure she saw correctly not seeing the banned mask anymore. Ever since the killings they banned the costume from Halloween this year since the killer was rumored to dress like the fictional character. The man she thought she saw was dressed in all black with the mask, she kept her eyes peeled for more. Y/N tried to keep telling herself this was all a Halloween prank, of course, someone would show up in a costume like him.

Y/N pushed the phone closer to her ear to hear the man behind the phone more. “I want to play a little game, doll.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, making her feel sick to her stomach. Y/N stopped in her tracks trying to go to a more secluded area, to be able to talk better. “Who the fuck are you?” Y/N was scared, with everything going on in town, someone could be after her next. “The game is not asking questions here, Y/N.” The darker voice chuckled at the end, her stomach twisted stopping in her tracks and seeing the man in the mask once again in the crowd. “What do you want?” She quickly asked, keeping her eyes on the ghost face costume disappearing right in front of her eyes again.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” He told her, the voice was not static anymore. Y/N recognized the voice instantly making her nauseous. The fear kicked in quickly and everything just rushed over her, “I’ve been wanting your attention so long, Y/N.” The young girl turned around running right into the ghost face costume she’d been seeing, her phone still pressed against her ear. Y/N took off running beside him outside to the backyard, they had a bunch of activities going outside out there. A smaller haunted house, a few drinking games, and people partying in the people with the temperature even a little lower for the fall weather. She quickly ran into the haunted house they had set up hearing a scream in the distance as she entered. Bunches of ugly Halloween decorations hung up in this side pool house they were using. Most of the people dressed up in scary costumes just jumping out in corners with a bunch of Halloween decorations in every corner; some popping out on their own. Y/N tried to get Negan to pick up his phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Her eyes were tearing up, she realized how much of a bad idea it was just to run straight here. She was terrified to tell anyone, she did not know where any of her friends were.

An animatronic popped out at her causing her to scream, as it pulled back in away from her. Creepy music played around her, she felt tears jerking at the ends of her eyelashes. In a longer hallway, someone jumped out at her wrapping their arms around her. Y/N screams were muffled covering her mouth with his black glove she eyed. The younger woman tried to fight back seeing in the mirror above her, that the attacker was the ghost face from earlier. She pushed him off, taking off running as he grabbed her longer hair hanging down. She squealed out in pain, Y/N was pulled back and slammed to the floor knocking the crown from her head off. Y/N looked up from the ground, a knife in hand he pulled his mask off revealing his face.

Jackson breathes out, throwing the mask on the floor behind him. He wiggled the knife in front of her face as she lay on the ground still in shock even though she recognized the voice. Jackson brought a smaller device to his lips, keeping the evil smirk plastered on her face.

“Surprise, Y/N.” The static voice rang in her ears, she tried to crawl away to stand up being pulled by him. Y/N cried out but most would think it was just screams from the scary haunted house she was in. “You can not appreciate anything I do for you, huh?” He questioned her, fighting against the slaps and kicks she gave him from the ground, “I’ve done all this for you, but you decide fucking some old man is better.” Jackson swiped his knife in front of her and she jumped back, kicking him right in the stomach. Jackson’s hands shot up to his stomach, groaning out in pain. Y/N took her chance again getting up and taking off running, her heels slowing down her runs ending up tripping her in a darker bedroom area.

Y/N cried out in pain, landing on the floor and seeing a bed with a fake dead person on the bed with flashing lights around her. Y/N heard Jackson’s voice behind her, trying to lift herself but her legs were hurting pretty badly from the fall. “I loved you Y/N, I know I was not perfect but I wanted you.” He flipped her over from her belly, holding her leg where she could not go anywhere from him. Jackson’s grip was strong, leaving a bruise around her ankle from his grip, “If I can’t have you Y/N no one can.” Jackson was now on top of her having her pinned against the ground, she tried to scream out throwing punches at him. His knife was held high about to be shoved right in her chest, she did not even have time to blink when she saw a knife go through Jackson’s chest.

He let out a gasp, blood splattered on Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks. The blade went all the way through, his hands were shaky going up to the blade as he fell over. Gushing out blood, he kept coughing on the blood the knife pushing more as he was lying on the ground forcing it too. Y/N stayed in a state of shock watching her ex’s eyes go grey slowly, watching the life slowly get sucked away from his body.

Y/N eyed up at her savior seeing another ghost face costume, she slowly stood up mascara going down her cheeks. Her own hands were shaky, continuing to hear Jackson’s coughs. They stayed still in front of her, letting the younger woman’s hands reach up towards them. Y/N slid the mask off, keeping it in her hands. Letting herself see Negan’s face, Tears were still pouring down, her eyes were still full of them when she instantly pulled him in for a kiss.

Blood still stained her, wrapping her arms around the older male. She kept the mask in hand, dragging her teeth against his lips.

“Oh no, mister scary killer don’t kill me..” Y/N playfully begged, she knew she was a little crazy. Negan loved it, biting her lip and pulling it between his teeth.

“God, that was so hot,” Negan moaned, he placed his lips against her neck, Y/N kept her neck exposed letting her eyes roll to the back of her head, “He’s finally gone.” She couldn’t stop laughing, looking over now at her lifeless ex’s eyes. Negan looked down at her, holding her chin high. “Isn’t it perfect? Such a perfect cover-up killing the actual killer.” Negan wiped the blood from her cheeks, “We need to get this cleaned up, doll.” Y/N bit her lips, throwing the mask down and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we could slide in a quickie.” Y/N batted her eyelashes innocently, “Next time I get to wear the mask.” She slammed her lips onto his, Negan knew she was far from innocent she was mad just like him.

They were made just for each other and no one was going to get in the way of that.

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