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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Hello, Anon here who requested the Jay/Alex fic.

I love it. I love you. I am a happy girl now. It was exactly what I wanted and even better (... adding a little angst is always appreciated). Thank you <3

There's just this one problem: I desperately need a sequel. No, honestly, I am shamelessly throwing in (begging for) the next request.

xoxo

You said sequel so I wrote 4k words of prequel instead. My bad, but somehow I don't think you'll mind

Pairing: Jay White/Alex Shelley

Warnings/Tags: explicit sex, blowjobs, daddy kink, nipple play, drinking, alcohol, baby Jay White is a bottom, protege/mentor relationship

Words: 4k

Complete: Yes

Summary: A young Jamie White on his excursion to Ring of Honor gets… acquainted… with the Motor City Machine Guns, especially Alex Shelley.

Author Notes: This isn’t canon compliant but it is inspired by canon. I am an absolute slut for young boy Jay White and his huge tits

📷: Ring of Honor

Shellshocked

Jamie sat backstage in his white wrestling trunks, picturing how he would look with his New Zealand fern on the back of them when he got out there to face that white-hot North Carolina crowd. He was nervous, tapping his foot on the concrete floor. He had wrestled one match for Ring of Honor before now, but that had been four months ago and he’d had David Finlay with him that time; a familiar opponent to calm his nerves.

Jamie had never wrestled Kamaitachi before, and the other man intimidated him. He looked so good in the ring and Jamie was concerned he wouldn’t stack up against him. At twenty-four, Jamie was one of the youngest guys in this building by far and it made him feel like there was a three-hundred pound man sitting on his chest.

Most of the wrestlers in the locker room were still ignoring him, waiting for Jamie to go out there and wrestle; prove himself. It was a TV taping this week, and Jamie and Kamaitachi were being given ten whole minutes to make their mark on Ring of Honor, which seemed like a lot for a debut - especially by American wrestling standards.

A few of the guys milled around Jamie, passing him to talk to bookers and producers whose names Jamie was still trying to remember. But the wrestlers’ names he knew. Jamie knew all of their stories, their achievements, their best matches. Jamie wanted desperately to be one of them, but right now he was keeping his head down; paying his dues.

That was why it came as such a shock when the Motor City Machine Guns came to sit down, Chris Sabin on Jamie’s left and Alex Shelley on his right. Jamie didn’t know what to do, being flanked by two of the most talented tag team wrestlers in the history of the business. Not the most decorated, maybe, but Jamie was smart enough to know that Sabin and Shelley’s fingerprints were on everything in this business. It was plain to see in the way that the Bucks wrestled for ROH and New Japan right now; they were forged in feuds with the Guns.

Speaking of fingerprints, Alex Shelley’s hand came to rest reassuringly on Jamie’s bare thigh, a strangely intimate gesture but not an unwelcome one. Jamie often found himself longing for an affectionate touch here or there; a platonic intimacy or even a clap on the back. Wrestling made that yearning easier to bear - with plenty of opportunities to touch and know a person’s body as well as you knew their mind - but Jamie hadn’t yet wrestled since he’d come to the United States, and Japan already seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Don’t freak out, kid,” Sabin was saying wisely in his ear, patting Jamie on the back.

Shelley’s hand was still on Jamie’s leg, as the younger of the two guns fixed him with a sympathetic look.

“Love the hair, kid,” Shelley said kindly, a crinkly smile peering up at Jamie.

“T-thanks,” Jamie replied weakly, lifting up his arm to smooth his hand over the bald sides of his head.

“You’ve got a great look, Jay,” Sabin agreed.

Sabin’s body language was relaxed and easy, the polar opposite of Jamie’s. Sabin leaned back against the wall beside Jamie from where they were sat on a bench seat, stretching his legs out and digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket. You wouldn’t have known that the Guns had just wrestled by how collected they looked; already dressed back in their civvies and sticking around to watch the rest of the day’s tapings.

Jamie rolled his shoulders instinctively, trying to relax them, but they came right back up to where they were, tensed up nearly to his ears.

Perhaps Sabin noticed Jamie’s body language, because he said abruptly, “You like video games?”

Jamie stuttered his way through a conversation with the Guns about video games, being gently encouraged by Sabin’s open face or Shelley’s reassuring hand whenever he stuttered or stumbled. By the time they were done talking Jamie had a smile on his face and it was just in time for Jamie to go out for his match.

The crowd seemed excited to see Jamie and Kamaitachi - New Japan was hot in the US right now - and once Jamie was out there all thoughts of nerves or loneliness melted away, replaced by a desire only to give this match his all.

Jamie and Kamaitachi went ten minutes easier than Jamie thought they might have given the unfamiliar crowd, and Jamie was elated to have picked up the win on the first match of his excursion. But Jamie was careful to hide his pride once he got to the back, swallowing the pleased smirk on his face and replacing it with a steely and grateful expression. It didn’t mean much to win one match, and he didn’t want his excitement to be mistaken for ego.

To Jamie’s surprise it was the Guns who were there to greet him on the other side of the curtain. Sabin was nodding appreciatively and Shelley was wearing the smirk that Jamie had been on his way up to the ramp, only Shelley didn’t try to hide his.

Jamie knew that the promoters were talking about Jamie wrestling in a trios match with the Guns, but Jamie hadn’t realised how set in stone it was until he saw Kamaitachi huddled a few metres away with The Addiction.

Sabin and Shelley both had a clap on the back for Jamie, as well as a few compliments about his match, which Jamie took with flushed cheeks and a boyish awkwardness.

“You’re with us now, kid,” Shelley said with a grin, this time with his reassuring hand on the small of Jamie’s back. Jamie was liking the sound of this alliance already.

Jamie was given an invitation to dinner with Sabin and Shelley later that night, once the rest of the tapings were over.

Jamie enjoyed watching the rest of the afternoon’s matches, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see so many talented people wrestle. Ring of Honor was on a hot streak right now, especially with the Bullet Club making their presence known in the United States, and some of the greatest to ever do it were walking these halls tonight.

But Jamie’s mind kept wandering to the Guns. He almost felt more nervous about the upcoming dinner with them than he had about today’s match. As a Young Lion he wasn’t yet at the point in Japan where he was invited out for dinner and drinks, instead opting to eat in his hotel room most nights on the road. But the North American wrestling culture was different, and Jamie couldn’t say he disliked it. He was looking forward to the company even if nothing else came of it.

Jamie found himself fretting over what to wear to dinner like he might have if he was going on a date - not that he’d been on one of those in a long time, probably since he moved to Japan. Normally when he wasn’t wrestling Jamie just opted for a pair of khaki shorts and whatever t-shirt didn’t smell, but it didn’t seem like the Guns would be shorts and thongs kind of guys. Instead, Jamie wore his nice jeans and a plain white t-shirt along with his gym sneakers. It wasn’t exactly what he might have liked to wear, but with what he had in his bag it was the best he could do.

He met the Guns in the foyer of the hotel, who waved him over as if Jamie were an old friend. He was mostly right about the Guns’ fashion sense. Sabin wore a pair of grey jeans similar to Jamie’s own, while Shelley opted for a tight black pair. Both were wearing wrestling shirts and sneakers. Jamie relaxed, feeling less out of place, though he still felt Shelley especially gave off an air of coolness that Jamie with his undercut and scalped sides simply didn’t have.

Dinner with the Guns was more fun than Jamie had expected it to be. Sabin brought up video games again and soon they were talking about movies, comic books, music and everything else they could think of. By the time they had all finished their food, Jamie was three drinks deep and feeling buzzed - whether from the alcohol or the attention of the two older veterans, Jamie wasn’t sure.

Sabin called it a night early and with his departure their booth in the restaurant felt eerily quiet, Jamie and Shelley just looking at each other for a long moment. Eventually they got talking again, the topic turning to music, but their voices were more hushed now. They were one of the only patrons left in the restaurant, so Shelley suggested they leave.

“I got a six pack and a couple of old WCW tapes with your name on it,” Shelley said easily, standing up from the table.

Jamie, in his inebriated state, looked down at Shelley’s abdomen at the mention of a ‘six pack’. It took him a moment to realise that Shelley was talking about beer. Shit, he really couldn’t hold his drinks like he used to. Two years of sobriety in Japan had done that to him, it seemed.

Jamie trailed after Shelley back towards their hotel, trying to sober himself up. Shelley was quiet most of the way back, held the hotel lobby door open for Jamie and then the elevator door as well. Jamie thought he must have looked as drunk as he felt, if Shelley was concerned enough to hold doors open for him. But Shelley didn’t look concerned, hand coming to rest easily on the small of Jamie’s back for the elevator ride.

Jamie leaned into the other man’s hand a little, then pulled away, cursing himself for being so weak. Living in Japan had been lonely, but so far the US had been even lonelier, and Jamie craved the touch of anyone; what he wouldn’t give for a hug right about now.

But Shelley wasn’t the man for that job, so Jamie straightened his shoulders stubbornly and followed Shelley down the corridor towards his hotel room. Jamie wasn’t about to let an opportunity as rare as being mentored by the Motor City Machine Guns slip by just because he was awkward and homesick.

Inside Shelley’s hotel room Jamie began to realise there was a new predicament. Jamie sat awkwardly on one side of the twin bed - barely big enough for the both of them - and crossed his legs while Shelley retrieved two beers from the bar fridge. He threw one at Jamie who caught it easily, a sign that he was sobering up. Then Shelley sat down beside him, stretching his legs out and pulling out his laptop.

Jamie felt like he was in high school with the way they sat hunched over Shelley’s laptop watching nineties wrestling and drinking cheap beers. The laptop sat between their legs and Shelley hung one arm behind Jamie’s head, over the headboard lazily, fiddling with the top of his beer can. Jamie was vaguely aware that he was watching Shelley’s hands more than the match, so he tried to slow the sips of his beer. Maybe he hadn’t sobered up as much as he thought he had after all.

“You need to learn to relax, man,” Shelley said out of nowhere, snapping Jamie out of the trance the older man’s fingers had put him in.

“What?” Jamie asked defiantly, even though he knew what Shelley was saying was true, “I am relaxed.”

“Don’t lie to me, Jamie,” Shelley snapped back, eyes narrowed. It made the muscles in Jamie’s stomach tighten, hearing Shelley bark his name like an unimpressed father.

Jamie mumbled an apology but made no attempts to relax his body. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure he knew how to relax. All his time spent in dojos and wrestling schools and the gym before that had taken away his ability to feel comfortable. Unless he was alone in his bed, Jamie wasn’t relaxed.

“That’s what you’re missing in the ring, you know,” Shelley continued, pausing whatever was playing on the laptop - Jamie wasn’t even sure what match it was, he’d paid so little notice. “You need to learn to loosen up.”

Jamie just continued to stare over at Shelley, knowing he was right but having no idea where to start.

Suddenly Shelley got up onto his knees on the bed and then he was leaning over Jamie, saying, “I’ll show you.”

It sent a jolt of electricity down Jamie’s spine, though he couldn’t figure out why, even as Shelley untangled Jamie’s crossed legs and stretched them out, his hands on Jamie’s knees. Jamie leaned back onto the pillows pliantly, feeling somewhat maddened that this was happening. Was Shelley about to give him a sports massage or something?

Shelley moved back up so that his head was near Jamie’s again, propping himself up with one arm on the pillows. “Was that so hard?” Shelley asked.

Yes, Jamie wanted to say, because he knew he wasn’t doing it right. He could feel how every muscle in his body was still tensed. Instead he turned his head and stared blankly at Shelley. To say he’d never been in this situation before was an understatement. But Shelley was a general in the ring, and so far he’d been leading this entire affair as well. Surely Shelley would know what to do.

Jamie found out quickly that Shelley definitely knew what to do, but it wasn’t what Jamie was expecting.

Shelley leaned in then, locking his eyes with Jamie and not letting his gaze drop, even as his lips closed over Jamie’s own.

Jamie thought he should pull back, push him off; do something to protest this moment. Jamie wasn’t gay. If Shelley was, cool. But somewhere along the way Shelley had misread the signs of this encounter. Jamie didn’t want to embarrass the other man though, so he let Shelley’s lips linger on his, hoping that he would pull back and Jamie would have a chance to talk his way out of the situation; let him down easy.

Instead, Shelley must have taken Jamie’s lack of reaction as a sign that he liked it. Shelley deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue between Jamie’s lips. While he tried to figure out what to do, Jamie couldn’t help but think that it didn’t feel much different to being kissed by a girl. Jamie didn’t know why he thought a man’s lips wouldn’t be as soft as a woman’s - not that he’d spent time in the past thinking about kissing guys.

One of Shelley’s hands found its way under Jamie’s shirt and okay, that felt different. Shelley’s hands were bigger than a girl’s would have been and they were calloused and rough, though Shelley was running his hand gently over Jamie’s abs.

Jamie knew he had to stop this now, let Shelley down easy and make sure it didn’t go too far. Especially because Shelley’s hand was continuing to roam lower towards Jamie’s waistband. As his hand grazed the top of Jamie’s jeans Jamie hissed involuntarily into Shelley’s mouth.

Fuck. Jamie had been so distracted by what Shelley was doing to him that he hadn’t been paying attention to his body. How long had he been hard for?

Shelley’s hand was cupping his erection now and Jamie was practically aching, realising he must have been hard since Shelley started kissing him. Too worried about what his erection could mean to pay attention to what Shelley was doing, Jamie didn’t notice Shelley had unbuttoned his jeans until Jamie’s hard dick was already free.

The cold air hit his groin and Jamie groaned at the loss of friction from Shelley’s hand. But then Shelley��s mouth was on Jamie’s neck and shit, did he like this? His body said yes and then Shelley was straddling his hips. The fire in Shelley’s eyes told Jamie it was too late to stop what was happening, and Jamie wasn’t even sure he wanted to anymore.

“Jesus,” Shelley murmured as he grabbed the hem of Jamie’s shirt and peeled it off his body, “How are you still this tense?”

Jamie’s shirt was gone now and Shelley was leaning down for another kiss, but Jamie couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “W-wait,” he said weakly.

Jamie was relieved to see that Shelley stopped immediately, taking his hands off Jamie’s body and letting them fall by his sides.

“I don’t-” Jamie stuttered, “I’m not…”

I’m not gay, Jamie thought about saying. But his dick was still aching beneath Shelley’s hips, so he couldn’t be sure that was true anymore.

“I’ve never…” Jamie sighed, still not finding the words.

That was when he noticed Shelley’s own aching erection, a thick silhouette against his hip in his jeans. It made Jamie’s mouth go dry. Without thinking, Jamie reached up and palmed at it reverently, watching every change in Shelley’s facial expression as Jamie pressed his hand harder against the older man’s cock.

“With a guy before,” Jamie finished his earlier sentence, looking up into Shelley’s eyes even as his fingertips began to roam over Shelley’s abdomen.

Shelley’s face softened, his crinkly eyes looking down at Jamie kindly. Jamie was startled by Shelley’s hand reaching down to cup Jamie’s jaw and rub his thumb in small circles over Jamie’s cheek.

But then that cheeky grin was back, and Jamie’s dick somehow got even harder, swelling so much Jamie felt like he might burst.

“Don’t worry,” Shelley crooned, “Daddy will take care of you.”

It seemed that was all there was to say, because Shelley resumed his ministrations immediately, kissing his way down Jamie’s neck and towards his now bare chest. Jamie had never had his nipples sucked before, but he learned quickly that he loved it. Shelley stayed between Jamie’s pecs for a long time, licking and sucking until Jamie’s nipples were left so sensitive and swollen that he hissed even from Shelley flicking his tongue over them.

Then Shelley began to work his way lower, and if what Shelley had done to his nipples was any indication of what he was going to do to his dick, then Jamie was about to have an out of body experience.

Shelley got rid of Jamie’s pants quickly, discarding them on the hotel room floor. His boxers went next and then Jamie was fully naked beneath the older man. He knew that he should have felt something; vulnerable, embarrassed, humiliated. Instead he just wanted Shelley’s mouth on him already.

But it seemed Shelley wasn’t going to make it easy for him, because he began by kissing up Jamie’s thighs, his hands roaming over Jamie’s body until he found his hips to use like handholds.

While Shelley teased, Jamie was thinking about Shelley’s earlier words. Don’t worry, daddy will take care of you. Jamie wasn’t sure if it was the name ‘daddy’ or the thought of being taken care of that had Jamie’s head spinning.

Finally, Shelley decided they were ready and in one smooth motion he took Jamie’s cock into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. Jamie’s blowjob experience was admittedly limited, but he was pretty sure this was another thing that Shelley was the best in the world at. He started at a languid, lazy pace, driving Jamie wild. He wanted more, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. If he’d been with a girl, he would have pushed up against her mouth or pulled her hair, but something about that with Shelley didn’t feel right. Shelley was the ring general, and truth be told Jamie didn’t know enough about being with a man to know what the etiquette was - hell, he hadn’t even known that he liked men until a few minutes ago.

Did he like men? Jamie wondered. But then Shelley quickened his pace and all thoughts were put out of his head, replaced with an involuntary guttural moan ripped from the back of his throat.

Shelley’s grip on his hips had turned into a vice. Jamie had never felt pain during sex before, and the way it mixed with the pleasure he was feeling was a heady feeling that was pulling Jamie apart.

Jamie thrusted his hips upward involuntarily and was chastised with a light slap to his thigh from Shelley, who applied more pressure to Jamie’s hips, forcing them to stay on the mattress. He pulled off briefly then only to lick a stripe along the underside of Jamie’s cock, looking Jamie right in the eye as he did.

The look on Jamie’s face must have been the reaction Shelley wanted, because he grinned up at Jamie and then suckled on the head of his dick appreciatively. Jamie just about cried from how intense it felt.

Shelley resumed his deep-throating then, this time bobbing his head at a quicker pace. Jamie found his hands roaming across his own body. He wanted to touch Shelley; hold his hand, put his hands in Shelley’s hair, anything. But he still wasn’t sure he was allowed, so he settled for teasing at his own nipple with his thumb, so tender from what Shelley had done to them earlier.

Shelley looked up at just the right time to see what Jamie was doing and he must have appreciated it, because he began sucking on him with abandon. Jamie wasn’t going to last much longer. Shelley’s mouth was so wet and warm around his dick and his nipples were oversensitive and painful to the touch. But Jamie pinched them more anyway, that mixture of pain and pleasure swimming around in his head.

God, he was so close. He couldn’t help but chase his orgasm now, and how close he was made him bold. Jamie reached down and put a hand gently in Shelley’s hair; tentative, testing. Shelley quickened his pay even more and Jamie took that as approval.

Growing even bolder, Jamie decided there was something he needed to try.

“Daddy,” Jamie breathed experimentally.

Shelley pulled away abruptly and Jamie’s heart sank into his stomach, knowing he’d screwed this all up. He was just beginning to formulate a plan to smooth it all over, when Shelley pounced on him. His face was just inches from Jamie’s and there was nowhere to go, so Jamie was forced to look into the other man’s eyes.

Shelley’s hand found Jamie’s dick and gripped him so tight it hurt. To Jamie’s surprise, Shelley started jerking him off hard and fast.

“Good boy,” Shelley purred, looking right into Jamie’s eyes, “Cum for daddy, Jamie,” he demanded, gripping Jamie’s dick still harder.

Jamie arched his back into Shelley’s hand, eyes squeezing shut as he held back a noise like a scream from his throat. Jamie was breathing hard, chest heaving. Shelley must have been loving it, because he said, “That’s it, you’re such a good boy.”

Shelley’s coaching sent Jamie over the edge and he came with a silent scream, painting Shelley’s hand and his chest with hot cum. His whole body shook with it, unlike any orgasm he’d had before, and Shelley worked him through it expertly with his hands. Jamie moaned and moaned, letting Shelley milk his cock until it hurt. Shelley didn’t stop until Jamie started to soften his hands, finally slowing his hand with a shaky laugh.

Shelley sealed the whole affair with a chaste kiss to Jamie’s forehead, rolling over to prop himself up by his elbows. Shelley reached for his beer on the nightstand and took a leisurely sip. From Jamie’s vantage point he could still see the clear imprint of Shelley’s dick in his jeans.

“Should I…” he asked breathlessly, staring pointedly at Shelley’s erection.

Shelley laughed, reaching out to brush some of Jamie’s bleach blonde hair out of his eyes. “First one’s free, kid,” Shelley chuckled.

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shootingstarwritings · 3 years

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Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

#male possession #dilf possession #jock possession #possession #male body possession

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billiejs · 3 years

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Julie and Luke been best friends since childhood and now older and puberty hit there afraid to admit feelings for each other unroll they get paired for a project together.

I hope you’re not lactose intolerant because this is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written (based on an experiment I did in high school).

Julie/Luke, alive!AU, best friends to more than best friends, extreme fluff, 1,1k

More than (bio)chemistry

Julie met Luke when she was six and he was seven, at the after school ROCK BAND! program her mom had enlisted her in. She remembers that meeting well because he almost drove her away from the program before it could even begin: she was shy and the idea of sharing a room with a dozen other kids didn’t do much to put her at ease. The moment she’d walked into the room she had to run for cover behind the bass drum of the drum set, because a boy no taller than 3’5″ in a Jedi t-shirt was swinging an electric guitar around laughing like a maniac, shouting about wanting to be called Jimi Helix or something like that.

Ten years later, Julie knows that although Luke might have outgrown the Star Wars outfit, he’s still as excitable and unruly as that first day in ROCK BAND! when he’d ended up tripping over the amp cable and knocking out his two front teeth in the process.

And despite having been his best friend for ten years, Luke still terrifies her sometimes. Especially when he smiles at her after she helps him figure out a chord progression for a song they’re writing. Especially when they’re entranced by each other while harmonizing a duet and Julie knows, from the bottom of her heart, that nothing in the world matters to her more than Luke at that moment. He makes her feel vulnerable, he makes her feel powerful, he makes her want him. And that’s the scariest part of it all, because Luke isn’t just her best friend, he’s also her bandmate and songwriting partner. Luke is the embodiment of all the things she likes the most about her life, and Julie has no qualms keeping her feelings hidden if it means protecting what they already have. Julie doesn’t blame herself, though. There’s only so many love songs you can write and perform with a cute guy before you inevitably start falling for him.

On a much less romantic note, Luke is also going to make her fail Biochemistry.

“Stop it Luke, are you out of your mind?” Julie hisses, taking the boy’s hand in hers to stop him from messing with the Bunsen burner on their lab table.

“Relax, Jules,” a lazy grin spreads over his face and Luke runs his thumb along the veins in Julie’s right wrist. “I’ve done this already.”

Julie jerks her hand away when she realizes she’s been holding her breath for several seconds.

“You mean you’ve failed this already,” she points out. Luke shrugs noncommittally and rests his cheek on the cold lab table, watching her upside down.

“Who cares about school anyway?” He makes a show of yawning right when the teacher is looking at them and God, Julie is going to murder him.

“Come on, this experiment is kind of cool,” she murmurs, because they’ve had this argument a million times already and she hates the sad face Luke makes when they disagree.

Luke glances at the two test tubes in front of them, where white filaments of their DNA are clogging up in what looks like white little blobs.

“Exciting,” he replies, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “There’s only one reason I’m in this class anyway.”

Julie glances around the room, a weight in her stomach. She’s always wondered if the obvious crush that Martha, second row and pretty blue eyes, has on Luke is requited. She’s not sure she wants to find out.

“What is it?” She mutters anyway. Luke blinks at her and his cheeks get inexplicably pink for a second.

“It’s because you’re in it.” He says. Julie’s breath hitches in her throat. It’s not like they’re lacking quality time outside of school, because they spend almost every afternoon with Alex and Reggie in her garage. She feels the same goosebumps that have traveled over her skin a minute earlier, when Luke had traced the lines on her wrist with his thumb. She lets herself picture it for a moment - her and Luke, together. Luke knowing that when she sings “I never knew a love so real, we're heaven on earth” she’s not just stepping into the shoes of her songwriting alter-ego. She means every single word.

Julie racks her mind in search of an answer, but before she can find the right words, Mr. Adams slaps a little box in front of them, shattering the moment.

“Patterson, try not to ruin Molina’s GPA this year, will you?” The short, balding teacher adjusts his glasses on his nose to send a nasty look Luke’s way. Unbothered, Luke waits until he has his back to them, then makes a face at him. Julie stifles a snicker.

“Let’s see what shape it is, this time.” Luke opens the box and his expression softens. He empties the contents in his hand and shows it to Julie: it’s two little plastic hearts, transparent in color and empty on the inside. They’re supposed to put their DNA fragments inside once they’ve finished with the experiment - they even had to pay five dollars for those plastic charms.

“Cute,” Julie laughs, her breath short for some reason. Following the teacher’s instructions, she takes the permanent marker Luke hands her and signs her initials on one of the two tiny hearts.

Luke is toying with his, a strange pondering expression on his face.

Julie waits for him to snap out of it until she can’t take it anymore.

“What?” She says. The experiment is almost finished. Both of their DNAs are tiny white blobs swirling slowly inside the test tubes, almost perfectly aligned.

“I was thinking…” Luke clears his voice, and doesn’t look her in the eyes, “I was thinking, it would be cute to exchange them, wouldn’t it?”

Julie blinks, not sure she’s following.

“What?”

“I mean, the charms. The DNAs. We exchange them.”

“So… you put my DNA inside yours and I put yours inside mine?”

“Yeah,” Luke finally looks at her and his face is bright red, but his trademark cheeky smile is back. “So you always have a piece of me inside your heart.”

Julie stares, mouth hanging open, until Luke’s face begins to fall.

“Sorry, it’s a stupid idea, I don’t even know why I said that…”

He begins to shuffle away from Julie and she acts on instinct: she grabs Luke’s hand and exchanges the little plastic hearts, then proceeds to use the pipette to gently suck her DNA from the test tube and into the charm marked with the letters LP. She seals it and gives it back to Luke, who looks at her as if he’s never really seen her before.

“Just for the record,” Julie says, speaking before she starts doubting herself, “I don’t need a piece of your DNA inside a plastic charm to hold you in my heart, Luke. You’ve pretty much lived there rent-free for the last ten years.”

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#Jatp #Julie and the phantoms #jatp minific #juke #jukebox #my fics #juke fanfic

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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Nahër

Walter x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’) Mob AU! Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 2517 Warnings: Smut. Choking, PiV, fingering, cum play, mild degradation, alcohol mention, drugs mention. A/N: Sooo, this happened. There’ll be a part 2. Might make it a series if I have enough attention span for it (and if you guys like it too!)

Honestly, I don’t know how I got here. Actually, I do. I met Axel a few weeks ago while buying groceries at the supermarket near my new apartment when we ran into each other. He was accompanied by four other men, all dressed similar in dark jeans and polo shirts. A very menacing look on their faces, they looked dangerous too, not the type that would hurt you for no reason, but the type that you respect just for their existence, the type that would give you a warning. Their presence was their warning.

Funny thing is that you don’t expect this whole vibe from good looking men, which, I’m going to be honest with you, is their case. Let me see if I can describe them properly. First is Axel, we met on the first year of high school, he was a tall, lanky, shy kid. Beautiful green eyes, blonde hair, the highest cheekbones I’ve ever seen with a permanent tinge of red in them. He looked like a Cherub. It was so funny but also a pain to watch all the girls throw themselves at him to be met with pure silence. He didn’t have any friends, the only person he would interact was me during all of our last school years. We had some sort of silent agreement: we would eat lunch together, I would get the girls out of his away and he would beat up anyone that annoyed me (even though I never asked him to).

Back to present day, Axel looks the same, just a bit taller and way, way more muscles on his body. Next to him was a bald guy, the shortest of the group but still tall enough to tower over me, he was also the one that looked much more friendly than the others, with sparkling blue eyes and a distant smile on his lips. Beside him was a tall man with nice chocolate eyes, thick brown hair and beard, muscular, but super lean, a nice tan and a cute ass too, if I must say. Next to him was another blonde guy, his hair lighter than Axel’s, blue eyes that said he was about to reach breaking point, but something in him screamed ‘loyal’. Now, the last guy... where do I begin... He’s tall, the tallest of the group. He’s not muscular as the others, he’s thick, strong. Black hair in a military cut, steel eyes that I’m sure could stare deep into my soul. All the other guys had readable faces, his... his was blank, impassive. There’s something about the way he looked at me, it was chilling, but I liked it.

“Hase! God, we haven’t seen each other for so long.” Axel exclaim as we pass by each on the cereal aisle. “Ugh, I can’t believe you still remember that nickname.” I answered as we hugged each other. “You haven’t changed a bit, huh, the same angel face. Well, you look... buffer now, but the face is the same!” We talked a little bit about life, how we’re now and what we did after we left high school, his answers were a bit vague, but I brushed it off. Wanting to catch up and see me again, he offered “Look, me and my friends here, we own a little nightclub on St Pauli and we are having a special night tomorrow. If you’re still into the same stuff we were in high school, I’m sure you’ll have a blast. C’mon, what do you say? For the old times.” He gave me a look that I knew I couldn’t refuse. “Okay, for the old times.” I could feel those steel eyes staring at me and when I looked at him, he had the faintest smile on his lips. We exchanged contacts, said our goodbyes, and went on our ways.

Something tells me that our little run in wasn’t by chance.

Axel texts me to ask if I’m going and where I am, by that time I’m already in line to get in and he asks me to wait for him. A few minutes passes by and he shows up. “Why are you waiting in line? You know the owner of this place, you have a free pass here, everything you want, you got it.” “Wow, I’m feeling really important right now.” I answer him a in a sarcastic tone he’s used to. “Oh Kleiner Hase, you’re still the same sarcastic little shit, huh?” he laughs as we enter the building. The inside of the club is mesmerising. The decor is very minimalistic but still attention grabbing. We made our through the crowd. Flashing lights, industrial music is playing, sweaty bodies grinding to the beat of the music, couples are making out, friends are drinking and I’m sure I’ve seen an illegal substance here and there. Fuck, I’ve missed being this free so much. Once you start adulting, you don’t have that much free time and you’re constantly tired. It fucking sucks, I know.

It takes us a while to get through everyone, and Axel gushes on about how the club is thriving “Every night is like this, we’re packed and there’re lines of people to get in.” We climb a stair that takes us to a secluded room. Two security guards waits by the door and they let Axel and I in without any trouble. It’s a large room, with the same minimalistic decor from the club, a custom leather couch sits in the middle of the room, accompanied by two matching leather chairs and a slick centre table. On the far back, there are two beverage refrigerators, packed with all sorts of drinks and two doors, one of which I assume it’s the bathroom. The main wall is covered with a one-way mirror, where they can overlook the whole club. When we get inside the room, we’re greeted by his friends. The bald guy is speaking in italian on his phone, the brunette with kind brown eyes reads a book that I can’t figure out what it’s about and the other blonde one and the one I assume it’s their “leader” are quietly talking to each other.

“Herren, look who is here! Hase, this is Fabian. Bookworm over here is Timothy, you can call him Tim. This lovely person is Alex, and finally, but not the least important, this is Walter. He’s the head that hold us together.” Axel introduces us, I quickly shake their hands and Walter stands up to greet me, his imposing figure towering over mine. His handshake is the strongest of all, very powerful, and he holds my hand a bit longer. “It’s very nice to properly meet you, Hase. Junior always told great things about you.” Walter tells me in a quiet but very polite tone. There’s something about him that is making me lose my mind. He has this energy that glues you to him and makes you want more. All he did was shake my hand and call me by my stupid childhood nickname. Pathetic.

The night goes smooth, whatever I wanted to drink, they made sure I got it, Axel, Fabian and I even went downstairs to dance for a while, I haven’t had that much fun in such a long time.

We kept talking for some time before everyone, one by one, left, leaving me alone with Walter. Fabian had to pick up his parents from a late flight on the airport, Alex went home to his wife and kids, Tim wanted to train, and Marcel had the “hottest chick” waiting for him downstairs. I felt a thick tension in the air, almost making it hard to breath. It was probably all in my head though, as I looked at him by my left side on one of the chairs, going through his phone. He caught me staring at him and apologised for being a horrible host. “I’ve got some last-minute business to attend to but it’s all done. Come over here.” He said standing up, waiting for me. When I got up, he immediately placed his left hand on the small of my back, leading us to the one-way mirror. “Look, it’s beautiful isn’t it?” All I could do is nod back, his hand was rubbing small circles on my back. “Are you nervous, my dear? I know I look a certain way, but I promise I won’t do anything to you, anything you don’t want to.” “I’m sorry. You do have this... imposing aura that, you know...” my words failed me. “I should be the one apologising,” he said as he positioned himself by my right side, facing my profile as I faced the one-way mirror. He gently put a loose hair stand behind my ear, leaned closer to the same ear, as if he was going to tell me a secret and continued “but look at it. All these people dancing, having fun. Friends, one night lovers… isn’t it all beautiful, Hase?” “Yes.” I answered as I turned around to look at his eyes. “Very beautiful.”

We stayed like this and stared at each other for a while, and in a moment of courage, I closed the little space we had between us and kissed him. He wasn’t surprised, responding almost immediately to it. He deepened the kiss, holding me by my hair. The kiss was rough, desperate but his lips were surprisingly soft. He broke the kiss when he felt me moaning, biting my bottom lip and positioning himself behind my back.

He trapped me between his thick body and the mirror, his hard erection poking my back. His left hand held me by my throat, squeezing it softly, while his right one slid up my right thigh, lifting the hem of my black dress on its way up. He kissed his way up my neck, stopping by my ear to whisper, “Tell me to stop.” “Please don’t stop.” I whispered back to him, pressing my ass to his hard length. He lets out a little laugh, bites my shoulder and slides one thick finger between my slick folds. “Little Hase is a little hure, isn’t she?” he says as he rubs lazy circles on my clit. I just nod a let out a small yes. He keeps going like this for a few seconds, later holding my face to the glass one more time, telling me to look at everyone while he starts fingering me. His fingering starts slow, increasing to the beat of Nine Inch Nails’ Closer as it starts to get louder. I come right after the song ends. He keeps his body pressed to mine, knowing that if he let me go, I’d probably buckle down.

I started laughing as I came down from my high, the hand on my throat turning my head up to look at him. “What’s so fun, Hase?” “This is the best orgasm I had in ages... fuck.” “You’re not being properly fucked, are you?” “Nope.” “Come here.” He kisses my lips and lets go of my throat, guiding me to one of the doors I saw when I first got in the room.

Behind that door there is an office. The decor is completely different from the club and the watch room. It’s rustic, a lot of dark wood, one of the walls is completely full of books, there’s an old record player and several vinyls, leather couches and chairs that looks like to be a signature piece for him, the light is dimly lit, with a yellowish tone. There’s a big wooden desk, stacks of money on top of it, one unlit cigar near the lamp, some papers and pens too but it’s tidy. I look around and turn to him, saying “I feel like I’m at the Corleone’s house. This looks like some mob shit.” “Come here.” he says and grabs me by my chin, kissing me roughly “Shut up.” he commands as he takes my dress off. I finish taking my bra and panties off, as he takes care of his own clothes.

He’s on me again, sucking one of my nipples and the plays with the other. Gently, he backs us down to his table and I prop myself up on my elbows. His cock is not that long, but it is thicker than usual, he positions himself between my legs and enters my heat in one swift move.

He lifts my right leg up and positions it on his shoulder, turning his head to kiss and bite my calf. His ministrations are hard and all we can hear is the sound of our skins slapping on one another. He tells me to touch myself and increases his speed making my orgasm hit me before I can even feel it coming. He keeps his thrusts hard even while I’m spasming around him. I can feel him twitch inside me and he pulls out immediately, emptying himself on my stomach.

He stares at me with that same mysterious face from the day we first saw each other on the grocery store. I make sure to put on a show as I collect his cum from my stomach and lick it off my fingers. The faint smile is back on his face.

I put my elbows down for a bit and lay down the table. He grabs a couple of bottles of water for the both of us, and I use mine to cool down my skin for a bit. We stay in silence all the time.

I feel something heavy being thrown on my stomach and when I prop myself up once again to look what it was, it’s one of the stacks of money that were on Walter’s table.

“Are you fucking serious? Do I look like some fucking prostitute to you?” I asked him, incredulous.

“I’m not saying you’re a prostitute. I’m offering you power.”

“You fucked me like you wanted and threw money at me. That doesn’t look like a power offering to me! Again, I’m not a fucking prostitute.”

I keep my position, looking up at him, waiting for an answer. He exhales, looks down at me, at my body and shakes his head. One of his hands are at my waist, the other is at his shaft making himself hard again.

“Are you serious?” I ask him.

“Am I?” and in one sharp move he’s back inside me. He moves slow this time, torturing me. The hand on my waist leaves and grabs another stack of money. And another, another, and another. A total of five. Layered out all over my body.

He grabs my throat again, pulls me up and closer to him, all that money spilling over on the floor. He slaps my face twice, softer than I imagined he would and kisses me. We come together.

He holds me close to him, but still leaving a bit of space between us, enough for his other hand find it’s way to my pussy, inserting two thick fingers to play with his own cum inside of me.

“I’ll ask you again, do you want power, little hure?”

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Translations Hase: Bunny Kleiner Hase: Little Bunny Herren: Gentlemen Hure: Whore

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#walter x reader #walter imagines #wrestling imagines #DB Writes

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years

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Bikes, Bikinis, and Blanket Forts

This was a writing prompt. I ran, RAN with it. So enjoy this super long, fluffy, smutty, sweetness that is Herman Kozik. Sorry in advance. It’s super looooong. I just oculdn’t stop. XD

You grabbed your phone, tapping in your brother’s new number and shooting him a text.

Tiggy: Alexander! It’s your sister! Dawn and Fawn are supposed to be over today. You better get your ass here! These fifty boxes of cake mix aren’t gonna magically make themselves. Feel free to bring a couple guys for backup. Maybe a cute one if you can handle it. And no, Happy isn’t cute. Love you! See ya in a few!

You: Hey! I think you have the wrong number, but I’ll be there in a few! Frosting cakes is my specialty! Love you too! PS I like to think I’m pretty cute.

What? Who did you text then? In all honesty, you weren’t really even mad. The more help the better, and he was confident in his looks. About half an hour went by and you heard the bikes roaring down the road. Your laughed to yourself, Tig must’ve just been messing with you. Dawn and Fawn emerged from their cave at twelve-thirty, and the bikes pulled into your driveway. You counted five bikes, which wasn’t normal, maybe bike five was your mystery man. You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. Tig gave a quick knock before pushing open the door.

“Hey guys!” You cheer, waving to the few you already knew. Happy, your brother Tig, Bobby, and Juice, but you didn’t know the blonde who hung back behind everyone, a smile on his face so wide his blue eyes were barely visible.

“Shoes at the door assholes, dirt in the kitchen makes you a dead man.” Tig barks at the blonde who kicks his boots with everyone else’s. “Hey princess, the girls finally get up?” You looked back to the couch where they’d been and no longer were.

“Maybe they went to the kitchen. Wanted to look like formidable wives when your biker gang showed up.” You let out a laugh, holding Tig’s shoulder. He laughed dryly. He didn’t like the idea of you with a biker, much less his daughters. Your eyes met the blonde’s for a second before you looked away. “What’s the deal with Creeps over there?” You ask lowly, Tig’s eyes follow your directional nod and finds Kozik standing at the receiving end.

“That’s Kozik. Used to live around here, moved to Tacoma after he killed Missy.” Tig nips, frowning. He felt you roll your eyes and heave a sigh.

“Christ Alex, that was eight years ago. Just forgive him.” You snap, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. “Feel free to follow Mister Kozik!” You call as you disappear around the corner. He followed, still smiling, she was as cute and sassy in real life as she was in the picture.

“Happy, don’t break that, Jesus.” You nip, snagging the pig decoration from his big hands. You wrap him in a quick hug, getting a kiss on the forehead.

“I just don’t see why you can like pigs so much. The animal or the cops.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he heads to the sink.

“I think they’re cute! The animals and the cops!” You retort, kicking him in the ass as he washed his hands. “Everyone, wash your grubby greasy hands and follow me. I have fifty boxes, so everyone’s gonna have to do a few.”

“I got dibs on you.” Happy calls, drying his hands. You threw a box at him.

“Shut it, bald head!” You call, shaking your head before handing out bowls and whisks. “And I have the girls on cutting parchment circles for our pans. So once you get a box mixed, pour into a pan, the girls will get started putting them in the oven.

Three hours spent mixing boxes of cake batter and putting it in the oven, once you were done, you had a kitchen table full of small round cakes and a big smile. You had made more the twice the amount of frosting you needed because you knew these idiots would make a mess.

“So Kozik, you’re from Tacoma, you killed my brother’s beloved Missy. And I texted you this morning, didn’t I?” You ask, handing him a bowl of frosting and a frosting spatula. The blonde gave you a look of concern and then smiled.

“Yeah, it was me. I told Tig he better get his shit around, you didn’t sound like you were playing. My frosting skills are, at best, adequate. Just so you know.” He laughs, getting you to laugh too. Tig watched from the other end of the table as his sister fell for the blonde idiot. To break up the weird dynamic, Happy grabbed a finger scoop of frosting and smeared it across your face. You couldn’t help the laugh as you grabbed a little frosting and smeared it back across his shirt and face.

“Hey now!” He barks, grabbing some and smudging Dawn’s face. She shrieks, smearing some on Tig’s goatee. You watch on as he gets her back. You couldn’t help the laugh. You had needed a fun change. The seriousness of work had been too much lately and you just needed a break. Alex always knew how to cheer you up. The blonde gets the bright idea to follow suit, getting a little frosting and wiping it down the bridge of your nose, dotting each cheek and your chin.

“Actually, my frosting skills are still badass.” He nods, grinning from ear to ear as you try to lick it off your nose.

“Oh buddy, you have no idea.” You disappear into the kitchen, returning with a plastic spoon and a dark grin. Dipping the back of the plastic spoon, you smudge it across his forehead. “Simba!” You laugh, going back to frosting your cakes.

“You guys quit! We only have two more hours before I have to go to work and these are getting dropped at Gemma’s.” You bark, trying not to smile as Kozik mimics you, rolling his eyes. Tig couldn’t help the littlest smile. You and the dumb blonde were getting along well. You finished the cakes’ first layer of white frosting and got out the piping bags and colored frosting. You had a bag of pink frosting, red, black, and green. “S-O-A is going on thirty of them. Like this.”

You concentrated on the lettering, making it look so easy and pretty. Kozik was mesmerized as he watched you work. You handed him a bag of red frosting, Happy a bag of black, the girls each a smaller pink and green bag for flowers, and the others grabbed their own bags and filled them with black frosting.

An hour later, all the cakes were decorated and put into cute boxes that the girls decorated. You gave a content sigh, happy with the finished products for Gemma’s fundraiser and piled them into your car.

You got to Gemma’s and shockingly enough, there was blondie, waiting patiently to help unload the boxes. Gemma watched the interaction, your face hot with blush as you let him do all the heavy lifting. Once done, he met you back at your car door with that big dumb grin on his face.

“You goin’ to the fundraiser tomorrow?” He asks, eyes dropping to your badge on your scrub top.

“Yeah, I plan on it, but I gotta get to work.” You smile, climbing into the car.

“I’ll see you there. Hey! I think you’re beautiful. Let’s hang out tomorrow. Can’t promise how long though. I guess Gemma’s making me help the guys with something.” He chuckles, watching you flush bright cherry red, looking down at your tennis shoes.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. I can’t make any promises either, I guess I’m on the bike washing in a bikini crew.” You roll your eyes as he laughs.

“I’ll be sure to bring the Dyna through.” He assures, giving you a wink and biting his bottom lip before heading back towards his bike.

“Hey! You were right!” You call as you watch him walk away. He looks over his shoulder at you. “You are pretty cute.” You bite the corner of your lip as he chuckles and climbs on the Dyna, leaving you there smiling like an idiot.

“Oh hunny, you two might as well get hitched at this gig tomorrow.” Gemma calls from the front door.

“Shut up.” You laugh, leaving to the hospital. As you stepped into the locker room to put your lunch away, Carrie Ann meets you in there, giving you a knowing look.

“You met someone.” She announces, grabbing your shoulders.

“I did.” You put your head down and sigh, giving it a shake to try and get rid of the smile but to no avail.

“Tell me everything, but let’s talk in the ER, I’ve got a couple guys needing some stitches. A couple harmless wounds.” You follow her to a bay and you turn around quickly.

“Shit.” You mutter, gripping your fists together Carrie Ann caught you, and peeks back into the room. She saw your brother, whom she’d met at a little party you’d had, but the blonde, she didn’t know him.

“Oh girl. Hunny. Yes.” She nods, patting your shoulder as the two of you walk into the room.

“Well you were the dumbass that pulled out into traffic. And I’m the one without a license!” Tig barks, smacking Kozik upside the head.

“Ow! Asshole listen! I said I was sorry! Listen, about your sister— I really-“ Tig coughs, points a thumb behind him. Kozik peeks over his shoulder and quickly turns back around. “Shit.” He coughs, putting on his best grin. Carrie Ann starts to disinfect the wound on Tig, making small talk with the man. Carrie Ann had slept with your brother more than once, but you didn’t much care. Groaning internally, you slide a cart over to the grinning blonde with a stab wound to the shoulder. You start disinfecting, numbing the area around his deep cut.

“You two in an accident?” You ask, grabbing the curved needle and the sterile thread.

“Nah, I—“

“No! His stupid ass pulled out in front of a black van full of cholos and the cholos jumped out, cut us off, and beat our ass.” Tig barks, yelling more at the blonde.

“I said I was sorry! I swear to god they were not there before!” He shouts, throwing an arm at your fired up brother. He hisses, grabbing at his shoulder.

“Well, quit moving.” You snip, giving him a sweet smile. He visibly calmed down when he saw your smile. Tig watched on with a smug grin.

“Tell me doc, why are you doing the bike wash tomorrow?” He asks as you continue stitching the gash.

“Why not?” You ask, eyes never leaving his chest.

“Cause you’re too pretty to be standing there in a bikini, gettin’ chatted up by a bunch lowlifes.” He coos, stopping your hand. You look into his dark blue eyes for a second, getting lost in the pools.

“Wouldn’t that make you a lowlife?” You ask, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah, I am. I don’t deserve you. No one does, but I don’t wanna beat up some guy cause he put his hands on you.” He mutters, hiding his face as he dropped his chin to his chest.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, lifting his chin.

“Yeah, I just-I don’t even know you and I already wanna fight guys that haven’t even seen you yet. It’s just weird. I’m not normally like this.” He chuckles, standing and following you out of the room as you discharge him.

“Okay, Kozik. No swinging punches or anything, got me? You pull those stitches you’re gonna cry. And I’m gonna laugh.” You order, pointing a stern finger at him. He grasps your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Yes dear.” He smirks, watching you turn cherry red and yank your hand away as if his lips were made of fire.

“Christ, go on.” You push playfully at his shoulder and he turns and saunters away with your brother. He looks over his shoulder as he rounds the corner, giving you a wink before disappearing out of sight.

“Oh my God!” Carrie cheers, grabbing your hands and shaking them. You laugh, shaking your head as you start towards the other bay ready to finish your night. The rest of the night was pretty normal, as normal as it could be in the emergency room. You were heading home when a bike pulls out behind your car on the last bend before your driveway.

“Hey,” Tig coos as he shuts the bike off in the drive. He sometimes stayed the night if the clubhouse was overcrowded. A bike roared up as you two headed towards the house.

“Hey!” Kozik calls as he makes it towards the steps. Tig ignored him as he swung the door open for you.

“You invite the whole club for a sleep over?” You ask with a chuckle. Kozik gives a low warning as he scoops you up at the threshold.

“Nah, just lover boy. I’m building fort. And you fuckers aren’t allowed in if you don’t help.” You giggle excitedly. You and Tig built blanket forts so often as kids, it was your fondest memories of him. With a spring in your step, you headed to your room and pulled out a pair of matching jammies that consisted of a SAMCRO tank top and shorts with a drawstrings. Slipping on your favorite pair of pink socks that went up to your knees. You and Tig used to race across the kitchen floor in your slipperiest pair of socks.

Tig offered Kozik a pair of basketball shorts he’d never worn to keep and he warned him before you and the girls came running back with armloads of blankets.

“No funny business. You’re lucky I’m letting you see her like this. This is our secret. I’d like you to straight-ly explain to another biker that you were making a blanket fort with me. Gay. It doesn’t leave this room. Got it?” He asks, pointing a ringed finger at him.

“The only thing gay is that you’re here.” He laughs, heading to change. When he returns, he stops short, jaw close to the floor. There you were sitting on the counter with a Jaws coffee mug full of brightly colored ice cream, spoon in your mouth, head tipped back and eyes closed. Tig cleared his throat next to him, wondering if they saw the same thing. The pale peach skin that divided the shorts from the socks made Kozik shift uncomfortably. He wanted a taste of it, his face between your—.

“Are you okay?” His thoughts are interrupted by Tig’s daughter Dawn, and he coughs, shaking his head.

“Yeah, sorry.” He smirks, wiping a hand down his face. You hop down, giving him a little smirk as you swing your hips while you walk. He watched every movement with full attention. Tig gave a low guttural warning, glaring at you.

“Enough, get all the pillows and blankets.” He barks to the girls, yourself obviously included. You scamper away to get all the pillows, big and small. Kozik appears at your doorway, giving you a little fright. He takes the pillows from your hands, watching as you head back towards your bed for more. Stretching you toes to boost you a little further forward, Kozik drops the pillows and grabs your hips, pulling you up and back against him. Finally. You thought, letting his breath tickle the back of your neck. Your breath catches, and he hears it, revels in it. His lips brush gently against the column of your throat, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes closed, listening to the thudding of your pulse in your ears as his hands drifted up your body to your breasts, your nipples taut as the pad of his thumb brushed back and forth across them. You stifled a moan as you rolled your head back against his shoulder, pressing your lips to his jaw. He groaned, pulling away from you and gathering the pillows he dropped, disappearing. He left you there, in shock, completely vulnerable. Your hands followed the path he’d made like a brand.

You grabbed the rest of the pillows and head out to the living room. Hanging blankets precariously from chairs and the sofa, you hand Kozik the other end to hang over the TV. Tig watched the interaction with a smile. A small part of him saw a glimpse of the future. You and Kozik with two kids, maybe a boy and a girl, doing this ten years from now. He accepted that might be a good outcome.

“Alex? Alexander!” You call, snapping your finger in his face.

“What? Sorry.”

“Get the movie started! I’m gonna start the popcorn, Kozik is grabbing beer and pop.” You laugh as the two of you leave the fort. Once behind the safety of the kitchen wall, Kozik’s hands find your waist, his lips meeting yours for a quick passionate kiss. You toss a bag of popcorn into the microwave and hit the button.

“Here, put them in this basket.” He took your stretched up figure as an opportunity, grinding against you, his lips pressing quick hot kisses where your tank top strap had been nosed aside. As quick as he was there, he was gone, filling the wicker basket with drinks and heading back to the fort.

You awoke with a start, smiling when you felt. A nose pressed against your neck. You peeked as gently as you could to see Kozik fast asleep, arm slung heavily over yours, hand tucked under your ribs. Wriggling out from under him, you’re met in the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee and a smiling Alex.

“Aren’t you two just cute as pie.” He chuckles softly, sipping from his favorite mug with Missy’s face on it. The girls got it for him last year.

Shut up, asshole. You’ll never experience it. Cause you beat hookers.” You giggle, mimicking his sip. You shivered as the coffee warmed your soul.

“You are. Seriously, kid. Just be careful.” He warns, sitting at the bar. You finish the coffee in silence, kissing your brother’s cheek in agreement before disappearing to your room. Finding your black bikini with high waisted bottoms, you find your curling iron, giving your hair a quick once over. Brushing on a light dusting of makeup, you slip on a yellow sundress and slip on your pink strapped gladiator sandals and head out to the fundraiser. You met Gemma there, helping her set up the cakes. She was grinning as if she knew something. You didn’t dare ask with her, you didn’t really wanna know.

“You and Tacoma, what’s going on?” You shake your head as you put down the last cake on the table.

“Nothing much, just a little fun. He’s a pretty cute guy, Gem.” You gush, sitting in a chair with her as you waited for the rest of the girls to show up. This kicked off at eleven, and it was currently nine fifty-eight.

“Yeah, he and Tig have a deep beef. You know that right?” She asks, eyeing you as you drink your coffee.

“Yeah, I know. Listen, Alex even said he thought we were cute. Okay? Plus, I’m never gonna be with Jax, stop trying. He’s too young.” You both laugh. For a long time, Gemma was sure you’d date her perfectly eligible son, but you kindly refused each time.

The bikes began rolling in, as did the Cara Cara girls, and you pulled your sundress off. Heading towards the small crowd of women, you greet each with a hug and smile. Handing them each a small tube of sunscreen and chuckle.

“Girls! We’re here for a good time and a good cause! Don’t burn yourselves, don’t dehydrate yourselves, and don’t take shit from a man that isn’t yours.” Gemma cheers as the women get ready. Bikes were lined up down the street when Kozik and Tig arrived, Tig’s eyes found you washing down a bike from another charter, the man standing there obviously looking at your ass. Tig groaned in pain when the man slid money into the hip of her bottoms, he wanted to drop that old fuck for touching his sister. Stalking to the table, his hands hit the top and make Gemma jump.

“Yes?” She nips, glaring at him.

“Why in the fuck are the other guys touching them? I told you I’d talk my sister into it if they were just washing bikes.” He growls, white knuckles gripping the edge of the table.

“Oh shit.” Gemma mutters, heading towards the blonde Tacoma man as he stormed into the line of fire of the hose. You turned, wondering where the water was, when you saw a very angry Kozik standing behind you, the water pattering against the leather kutte.

“Hey you!” You giggle awkwardly, patting his chest.

“Garage.” He demands, pointing to the open bay of the Teller-Morrow repair garage.

“Koz-“

“Now.” His eyes were dark and dangerous. You headed towards the garage, stopping to tell Lyla you’d be right back. Kozik stormed ahead to his bike, grabbing a small blanket from his saddlebag and wrapping it around you. Once in the garage, he herded you into a corner, his lips attacking yours hungrily.

“I wanted to kill him.” He grinds through clenched teeth, leaving angry little marks along your shoulder. He was claiming his territory, and it was hot. You wrap your legs around him, his hands holding you against the toolbox.

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Worst of You - JJK 07

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X collegestudent!reader

Word count: 3k

Note: I’m uploading TWICE tonight because I love you and I love writing and I love Jungkook.

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Much to your dismay, Jungkook had started passively ignoring you. All your messages were either ignored or replied to with ‘busy’ 3 hours after he read them. Your calls when straight to voicemail and whenever you tried to arrange something he’d cancel. You knew his job was demanding but you couldn’t understand why he had no time in the past 10 days to message you back at all. Hell, you were sure he had Sundays off so when Sunday eventually came, you were positive he was avoiding you and you planned to get to the bottom of it.

It was a Wednesday and a full week since you had failed your Dorm inspection. Your room was spotless and you kept the commons room clean however, Alex’s room was a complete mess and they found weed in her possession. She was given a 14-day notice of eviction and while you disliked her, you still felt bad. She assured you that she had family nearby and that she wasn’t planning on staying anyway. The fact that Alex couldn’t careless pushed you not to care either.

For a short, blissful moment, you had believed that you would be peacefully alone, but someone was already arranged to take her spot and you needed to prepare yourself for the awkward tension of living with a stranger. You didn’t have time to dwell over your living arrangements, you had high schoolers to tutor. That day, the tutoring session you had ran longer than usual, 45 minutes over to be specific. You never charged overtime because you weren’t a monster but you certainly didn’t appreciate it and when the session was finally over, the overwhelming sense of relief had engulfed you.

Fighting through your tiredness, you decided against going home so you could visit Jungkook instead. You thought he wouldn’t be able to ignore you in person and boy were you wrong. When you had first approached the reception desk, you were surprised to see a younger lady, one with a much nicer smile. At first, that made you glad, the other lady, albeit efficient at her job, was standoffish and blatantly rude. However, you would soon regret every trusting that deceptively sweet smile of hers.

“How can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here to see Jungkook?” You ignored her coy smile and the way she rolled her eyes. Maybe she was having a bad day and deserved the benefit of the doubt. “What’s your name?” You stuttered when you said it which was embarrassing enough but then she called him and rather loudly stated that ‘one of your hookups was here to see you’ and when she had said your name, she let out a chuckle at his reaction. “He said he’s busy and just a piece of advice from my personal experience, if he didn’t call you back then he’s really not interested.” You’ve always been good at having a poker face although it proved useless in moments where you were severely upset and this was bordering on becoming one. However, you pushed back whatever tears were threatening to fall and gave her a curt smile. “Noted.”

When you were finally at your dorm, you couldn’t even sleep. Instead you doodled Pokemon characters in your books and try to make sense of all that had happened. Maybe he wasn’t into you. You were emotional the day that he had confessed, maybe he just pitied you and wanted to spare the pain of rejection. You let out a frustrated sigh as you angrily crushed the paper you were drawing on, aiming it directly into your bin.

From then on you didn’t message, call or visit Jungkook at all until Saturday night. You remember him telling you that he normally had Saturday nights off unless there was an emergency, most of the cases on those nights were just drunk brawls and people who had too much to drink. The phone rang for a bit before it abruptly stopped indicating that he had hung up on you. You told yourself that was it, the last chance you’d give him. If he wanted to talk to you, he would and evidently, he didn’t. However, forgetting about him was easier said then done which was why you found yourself walking through central park at 8pm in October.

You didn’t do much, just wandered around and stared at ducks which were rather displeased with your lack of bread. You went to a street vendor for a pretzel that was far too overpriced but you didn’t seem to care, happy enough that you had something warm in your hands. You even tried to befriend a small bird but it turned out that it just cared about your pretzel and your so-called ‘friend’ flew away the moment you had finished it.

Realising you hadn’t checked your phone in a while, you fished it out of your pocket while seated on a park bench and much to your distaste, you had 2 missed calls from the last person you wanted to speak to.

Jungkook was genuinely busy, that much was true, but even in the moments that he wasn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to reply to you. He grew so accustomed to worrying about no one else but himself that communicating constantly slipped his mind. He wasn’t the best replier and whenever he’d remind himself to call you back, it’d be too late in the night for you to pick up. He wasn’t good at this, he never knew what to say and once you stopped talking to him altogether he felt guilty because his first reaction was relief. He truly was an asshole and you deserved so much better which was why Jungkook had decided to let you go.

Saturday nights were usually reserved for Jungkook’s close circle of friends and their drinking habits. Jungkook normally went home with a girl and this time was no exception, in fact, he desperately needed the distraction. However, mid-way through his conversation with some random girl he had hoped to take home, you rang and he stared at his phone for a moment before hanging up. The moment his finger hit decline, he could feel guilt and regret consume him.

You hadn’t actually meant to call Jungkook. You had meant to call back Jimin since it was awfully peculiar of him to call you at 11pm (or ever?) for no foreseeable reason but your finger had slipped and you called the person right under Jimin’s contact. Since Jungkook was the last person you called, you called Jungkook and you didn’t even notice until he picked up. You were confused at the voice which was obviously not Jimin’s so you quickly checked the caller ID only to realise it was the man who ghosted you for 2 weeks.

Jungkook was half-naked and making out with the same girl on his bed when you called again. He forgot to put his phone on silent so the ringing persisted quite loudly. He tried to ignore it but it droned on for a bit. “Just pick it up, I’m not going anywhere.” She gave him a suggestive wink while he apologised and grabbed his phone, walking to the bathroom. “What’s up?” He breathed out in a tone that was evidently annoyed and there was a pause before you replied. “Nothing much, nice to hear from you again.” Your tone was painfully sarcastic and all Jungkook could do was sigh before replying. “Now isn’t a good time Y/N.” “It’s the only time though, right? Since you only pick up the phone once every 14 days.”

The line went quiet for a bit which allowed you to hear a female voice in the background asking if everything was okay. You weren’t stupid, you got the hint and so you scoffed and hung up. When Jungkook checked his phone again to see that you’d hung up, he ran his hands over his face and resisted the urge to pull his hair out. He hurt you and it was in that brief moment of extreme guilt that Jungkook had realised he regretted every pushing you away. The deed was done though, so he left the bathroom and shook off his guilt. “Sorry, where were we?”

Despite your blood boiling and your fractured heart, you called Jimin back, properly this time. “Hey, Jimin what’s up?” “Hey, it’s an emergency. I need you to tutor me and I-” “No.” And with that you hung up, Jimin was the last person you wanted to spend time with and the last person you owed a favour too.

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It had been 2 weeks since you had last seen Jungkook and your birthday was in 6 days. You weren’t sure how you were going to celebrate it or if you even wanted to at all. You cleared your lessons for that day because you didn’t really feel like spending your 21st birthday with annoying high schoolers. You were still fairly upset about what happened with Jungkook. For the first time, someone showed a genuine interest in you as a person and it turned out to be a complete bust. You were undeniably heartbroken and Jimin surely didn’t fix it.

“Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You made a sound of disgust when Jimin interrupted your once peaceful lunch. “I don’t think Alex would approve of this.” A bald faced lie, after all Alex didn’t give a shit what you did. “I don’t think she cares about me enough to approve or disapprove.” “She cried for hours when you broke up, I think she cares.” “Why would she care, she cheated on me.” Your face was tangled in confusion although it sounded like something Alex would do. What you couldn’t understand was why Alex had spread a rumour that Jimin cheated on her. “Why did you let her spread that rumour about you then?” Jimin looked at you, clearly not willing to answer but your curious gaze was undeterred so Jimin continued anyway. “If a girl cheats, she’s labeled the campus slut. If a guy cheats, he just gets praised for it. You see where I’m going here?” You smiled at the realisation that Jimin could be genuinely nice when he wanted to be. What a shocking concept. “And they say chivalry is dead.” Jimin jokingly punched your arm.

“Now, to the point, as you may already know, I’m on the verge of failing Peterson’s class and I desperately need your guidance.” You looked at him weirdly, you tutored high school kids, not students in your classes. “I really can’t help you, sorry,” Jimin whined before grabbing your arm and shaking it like a child. “Pretty please, I need to do well in this class otherwise I have to repeat it and get set a whole semester behind.” “You could just do the class during the Summer.” “Oh Y/N, you’re so funny, I don’t do Summer school, it’s not my thing.” “Maybe it should be?” “Look, I’m begging you, I need your help." You cursed yourself for your extreme sympathy because you resolve was surely wavering. “I can’t tutor you but, you can study with me and I’ll help you out.” Jimin smiled, hugging you in a painfully tight embrace. “Who would’ve thought we’d be study buddies, huh?” Your unimpressed face gave Jimin the impression that you didn’t enjoy his attempt at humour so he immediately shut up.

From that point forward, you and Jimin had unexpectedly spent a lot of time together. He was similar to Alex, only genuinely nice when they chose to be and it was soon obvious why they didn’t work out. They were too alike. In the week leading up to your birthday, you had spent a good portion of your time with Jimin. Albeit most of the time was spent revising, you had actually grown to enjoy his company and truly consider him a friend.

Unfortunately, the morning of your birthday was a rather anti-climactic one. You didn’t feel any different than your 20-year-old self and you didn’t have any plans for the day. Except one. It was a Saturday and your new roommate was set to move in this Monday which was why you decided that you would get absolutely shit-faced on your birthday. You’d never had alcohol before, never even entered a club and you were excited to explore these things despite the fact that you hate crowded places and bitter things. It was the socially accepted protocol to get drunk on your 21st birthday and who were you to stray from tradition?

There was a knock on your door which you responded to hesitantly. You knew it would be Jimin since you had buzzed him in but you were dreading the awkward ‘happy birthday’ interaction. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.” You let him in but kicked his shin as he stepped inside, you still hated when he called you that. “Thank you.” You were genuinely thankful in spite of your dreadful tone. It had been a long, hard week and you were simply glad it was over.

Since Jimin had been part of your ‘friend’ group since 7th grade, he came to every single one of your birthday parties. You threw a party every year as advised by Alex and ebbed though you hated them, they always seemed to make your friends happy. Alex liked to pretend that she was being nice by helping you out but everyone just wanted an excuse to have fun. No one really bought you gifts and people barely even knew the party was for you. And like clockwork, every year, Jimin would be invited to your party and every year, he ignored you. But not this one.

“I’m going to make up every birthday I’ve ever ruined today.” You giggled a bit out of disbelief, taking the gift that he had brought for you from his hand. “Honestly I don’t mind, I forgot about it.” You didn’t but you weren’t one to hold grudges. At least not for long. “Nope, you are going to have the best 21st birthday in the history of 21st birthdays and then you’re going to forgive me for all the bad things I’ve done and we’re going to be best friends.” You laughed even harder at his monologue, till you realised he was being serious. “Oh wow, you’re actually serious, okay.”

Jimin made you open the large gift box he got you and inside was a short, black dress that you would’ve mistaken for a skirt if not for the lacy sleeves and open back. “Jimin, thank you, it’s a gorgeous dress but you can’t seriously expect me to wear this.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “I can’t go into the club tonight with a girl who looks like she came out of a Disney production.” You hit Jimin’s head with the box lid. “Fine, I’ll wear the stupid dress as long as you don’t complain when you have to take care of me!” He waved you off and left, assuring you he’d be back at 7pm.

Jimin came 30 minutes early and helped you with your makeup. Your range was fairly limited since you usually kept things naturally and Jimin didn’t appreciate it. “And you call yourself a lady. Disgraceful.” Jimin also tried to make you wear your hair down but you refused consistently for at least 10 minutes before he gave in. Having your hair down was something you reserved for when you were alone. You just felt more comfortable with it up.

You convinced Jimin to let you wear a long coat because it was cold outside and you were walking but he made you promise you’d take it off once you got into the club which was a fair condition. However, when you had seen the line you presumed you’d never make it in anyway. Jimin grabbed your hand and waltzed straight to the doors where they immediately greeted him and let him in, no questions asked. They stopped you for an ID check though to which you gladly complied and the bouncer wished you an insincere happy birthday which made you far happier than it should’ve.

When you got in Jimin pulled at your coat which you reluctantly let go of and handed it to the waiters waiting in the foyer. You’d never been to a club before but your imagination couldn’t even fathom this. It was huge. There were hundreds of people and you could feel your anxiety increasing at a riveting pace. “I want to go home.” “Not until you’re completely wasted, let’s go.” Jimin takes you straight to the bar where you both sit, you start to spin yourself on the stool childishly before Jimin abruptly stopped you, scolding you a little as if you were 10.

The bartender was busy taking a group’s order and it took a couple of glances before you realised the group was the NYPD and Jungkook was right there. “Jimin. Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.” You were smacking his arm to get his attention off the menu boards and onto you. “What, child?” You told Jimin about Jungkook during one of the earlier study periods and Jimin was convinced he was actually secretly in love with you but didn’t want to put you in danger which is why he let you go. You laughed a lot at his barbaric fantasy.

“Look, there’s Jungkook, the one in the white dress shirt.” Jimin skimmed the group and suddenly realised why you were so sure he was out of your league. He was out of everyone’s league. Broad chest and chiseled jaw. The man had an intimidating aura that was balanced out by his softer features like his eyes and lips. Jimin was amazed and he didn’t bother hiding it. “Damn, if I looked like him I’d never let myself get tied down either.” You elbowed his side, pouting angrily. “What Y/N? He’s built like a god, I’m not going to deny it.” “I know. He’s so annoyingly handsome.” Jimin hummed in agreement and after, he looked at you with a devious smile. One that usually signified trouble. “What are you plotting now, Jimin?” He smiled before bringing you closer and speaking at a more hushed tone. “Okay, we’re going to make him jealous and I’m going to prove my theory.” You shook your head rapidly.

“No, absolutely not, it won’t even work.” Jimin grabbed you by the shoulder, staring deeply into your soul. “This is your one and only chance at love you lonely child. You have to take it. If it works you owe me big time.” You cringed at his words. You’d never admit it but a part of you wanted to make him jealous, to throw a big ‘fuck you’ his way after what had happened. But you couldn’t, you didn’t want to hurt him no matter how much he’d hurt you.

“No, but I do want one of those yellow drinks they’re so cute.” You pointed at a drink which a girl a couple seats away was drinking. “That’s way too strong and I have a feeling your alcohol tolerance is absolutely horrible.” You glared at him for a bit before beckoning the bartender. “Could I get one of those please?” She nodded dutifully with a kind smile and you stuck your tongue out at the rather shocked Jimin.

Your drink came with fruit and you were excited about how cute it looked. “Ugh, Y/N let’s go dance.” Jimin groaned while simultaneously trying to drag your body away from the bar. “But I just got this drink. Go ahead I’ll join you when I’m done.” That was a lie. You never dance and you didn’t feel like starting. You had been infatuated with your drink despite it tasting quite bitter, it wasn’t something you couldn’t grow to like and so you continued sipping it slowly. With all of your attention fixated with the drink, it would’ve been impossible to notice Jungkook’s curious eyes.

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writingismyhappytime · 4 years

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Escaping Grace

A/N: So I wrote this fanfic over 4 years ago when Blackveilbridesfanfiction.com was still a thing, and there's been a lot change with the band since then. It's one of my first fics to ever write --- actually, it IS THE FIRST fan fiction I ever wrote.I'm going to do some editing to it before it's posted here from its original content since my style is a little different, so it's doubtful there'll be as many chapters, but I still hope you enjoy it! (And please don't judge, I was just a wee babe when I started out. Or judge gently. Well, I actually I judged it pretty hard when reading back through it.)I've rewrote it significantly so much that the plot has changed here and there, as I didn't like the previous at all. It was terrible, I'm going to be honest. I'm going to include in each chapter references for lyrics used from other bands, as I'm absolutely no musical artist and not clever enough to come up with my own for Escape From Grace to use in their music, so look for that at the end of each posted chapter should it come up.

A sound of immense excitement escapes my lips before I can stop it as I stare at our manager; he's barely made it halfway through his sentence but he has my full attention. I clasp my hands together as I straighten, grinning from ear to ear as I bite my lip.

This is the best news I've ever had. In my entire life.

Well, second best, getting signed on as a band was a pretty big memory to me, and all the people in the room as well. Coming from a nowhere town and being a nobody, working all those bars and gigs trying to get attention --- how we got so lucky, I'm not sure, but I'm thankful. We would still be struggling to make it if it wasn't for our manager, so I'm pretty grateful to him.Even more so now that he just gave this announcement.

I'm so getting him some donuts for our next meeting.

"Well, I'm glad you're taking the news so well," our manager says after a moment with raised brows, and I can feel my cheeks start to heat as everyone looks at me. I give him a sheepish look of apology, leaning back in my chair and trying to contain my excitement.

Still, he had to know I would be excited about this! Sure, we're a signed band, for a record label, but it's still a struggle. Even signed we still have a lot of work to do, and it would be too easy to fall into obscurity or be a one hit wonder, which isn't something that I want. This is going to be the rest of my life, it's what I want more than anything, and I'm not going to let this opportunity slip past me.

We're just getting our footing as a band, trying so hard to break out into a scene already full of so many talented people. Sometimes it's overwhelming and I feel like we've hit a brick wall, like we're never going to climb any higher. No one makes it quick big in this business, I guess, which is another reason why I'm so excited, why this is so important --- it could be our big break!We've been mostly openers for other bands in the last year, with one small tour through a few cities that gave us a lot of publicity, but nothing like this! Per our lovely manager, we're going to be opening for Black Veil Brides on several different occasions on their upcoming tour! They're one of my favorite bands, their songs feature themselves on all my playlists, and the fact we're going to meet them!

Oh, I can't stand it.

Is it suddenly really hot in this room?

I squirm in my seat, chewing my lower lip thoughtfully as Craig continues with the announcement. He was just going over the usual bits, we have a meeting pretty frequently about our lined up gigs and to be on better behavior than the last few. Some, or rather one of us, likes to get tipsy and flirt with fangirls, and despite his occupation as a drummer, still makes the boyfriends fairly upset.

My eyes flick to the blonde drummer not paying any of us a bit of attention, looking at his phone and swiping left or right occasionally. He looks exhausted, black rings under his eyes; I'm surprised he even managed to make the meeting today.

"When's the first show?" Clarke, our bassist, asks, his feet propped in my lap as he leans his chair back, teetering precariously on the back legs. He doesn't seem near as excited as I am about this, but he's never really been that into the type of music that we're playing. He was more into the hardcore, metalish type, which as hard as I might try, my voice just wasn't cut out for. I'm always waiting for the day he's going to drop the bomb that he's ditching us for something more his speed, but I wouldn't blame him.

Take an opportunity where you can get it.

"Three weeks," Craig replies, checking his watch. He's always kind of in a rush when it comes to us, we're not exactly his biggest moneymakers, but I like to think we're not at the bottom either. I mean, it would be nice to actually meet in an official space and not the breakroom of the record label, but I have the feeling maybe Craig doesn't exactly have a ton of pull and probably doesn't have his own office to see us in.

Still, he's been good to us, and I appreciate it. The fluorescent lights above dim a little before getting brighter, reflecting off his shiny bald head. He has thick old man eyebrows that are seriously in need of a trim, and absolutely no facial hair to speak of, which you'd think he'd want to balance out the baldness, but I digress. He's not a thin or tall man, and he has a thing for chunky watches and outdated t-shirts that makes him look like a suburban dad instead of any sort of manager.

"That's coming up pretty quick, don't ya think? We have some stuff already booked, don't we?" Vale looks nervous, shifting in the blue plastic chair beside me. Her gray-painted eyes flick to me, but I give her a bright, reassuring smile she reluctantly returns after a moment. She's my lead guitarist, my backup vocalist, my roommate, and my best friend. She holds many titles very dear to me, in fact. Without her, there's no telling where I would be right now. "And why us, exactly?"

"Well," our manager rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat and pretending to study the notes jotted down on Subway napkins in front of him. "Another band was going to open for them, but their lead singer has to have his tonsils removed. So, I pulled some favors, and got you guys signed instead!" He grins at us, looking very pleased with himself as he shoots us some obnoxious finger guns.

Vale rolls her eyes as she leans back in her chair, giving him an unimpressed look. She tugs on the end of her long black hair thoughtfully. "Well, you're certainly not letting us fade into obscurity, I'll give you points for that."

Craig looks satisfied with the response.

I glance around the round table we all sit at. Vale to my left who is now focusing on fixing her black eyeliner in a compact, and her brother Clarke where he's casually chatting with Craig as if he's actually interested in the gig. Our drummer, Nate, has finally passed out against the whiteboard behind him, and I'm pretty sure that's a sheen of drool on his chin.

I'm the lead vocalist, the frontperson of our band, and I also play keyboard when it's called for. I've always been close with Clarke and Vale, we grew up together as neighbors. It was their idea to form a band and get out of our old town, and when Nate joined us, it seemed like we might actually have a shot. It still blows my mind that we've made it this far without something breaking us up.

I've never had a lot of good luck, but maybe it's all been building up for this.

"Sooo --- do we get to meet the band beforehand?" I ask Craig, trying not to sound as eager as I feel but probably failing. I wanted to meet them, every single one of them, gawk at them like a fangirl meeting their idol, and wholeheartedly embarrass myself. "Where's the venue? When do the shows start? Are we going to get a bus this time or are you going to make us ride in your minivan again like a gothic soccer mom? Y'know that's not really going to give us the badass impression we're going for."

Vale snorts, biting her lip to hold back a laugh as Craig sighs heavily.

"Just be lucky I had a van to get you all to that show, alright?" He grumbles, but the experience had been mortifying. Just getting started, our actual ride breaks down, and suddenly Craig rolls up in a blue minivan with proud parent stickers on the back glass and yells at us to get in. Never again.

"But yes, you do get to meet the guys beforehand." Craig states, rubbing his jaw. "The lead singer, whathisname, wants to meet you guys before the first show. He's probably going to measure you up and make sure you're up for opening for his band. You guys need to make a good impression," he warns us, as if I'm not already planning on murdering whoever embarrasses us first; only I get to feel humiliated, no one else gets to do it for me!

He glances at Nate where he snoozes, and I know the warning is more for him then anything, but he's sleeping, so it's not really having any effect.

I feel like some tween girl meeting her boyband idol for the first time, being presented with front row tickets to his show. I rub my hands nervously against my thighs, ignoring the dampness my nerves are causing.

I'm the youngest in the band. I've known Vale and Clarke since I was twelve, and without them I doubt I would have made it through my teenage years. Or any years, if I really wanted to admit it to myself. I owed them a lot, more than I could ever pay back, but I'm hoping with our success that'll be enough.

"I heard he was an asshole when Asking Annie opened for them in Vegas." Clarke says, not looking at all thrilled. I frown at him, and shove his legs out of my lap for such a crappy comment. He knows I love that band! He ignores me, letting them drop easily to the floor before straightening in his chair; he better be glad I didn't tip him over!

"To be fair, Alex, their lead singer, is totally dopey and he can only perform while high, so," Vale closes her compact with a snap, the lights glinting off her dark nailpolish. "I would've been an asshole to him too. This is really good for us, guys. This could be it, y'know? None of us are going to screw this up by being rude or listening to rumors. I don't even care if they're true; the publicity this is going to bring us is worth it."

Well, she makes a good point, and Clarke concedes; that or he just decides ignoring his younger sister is better than arguing and just looks away. I'm sure the microwave in the corner has suddenly become much more interesting than the conversation.

I tap a nail against the table thoughtfully, still having a hard time believing this. We're finally getting a big break, with a band that I know at least two of us like, so that's a good thing! I thought earlier I was going to pass out from how hard my heart was beating, how excited I got at the prospect of meeting them.

"Is this not the best news ever?" I sigh as I look at everyone, unable to contain my glee. "Ever? Like seriously? Do you guys know how great this is?"

"Saying it multiple times doesn't make it true," Clarke mumbles, for some reason intent to find a reason to not be as excited as I am. He's always so serious and cautious, ever the distrustful one. Well, I suppose when you're the oldest in a band that you're younger, reckless sister is in, you sort of have to be the adult and the ringleader; hell, I'm the lead singer, but I listen to him and take his advice to heart.

"It'll give you guys a good amount of exposure," Craig states, folding his arms along the laminated tabletop. "Hopefully it'll kickstart some more sales of the new album you're about to drop."

"And Leah will get to meet the object that she lusts so much after," Vale adds with a chuckle.I send her a horrible look, ignoring the heat burning my cheeks; she doesn't have to mention that in front of everyone.

"Really? Which one?" Craig looks amused, and sometimes I get the feeling he sees us more as his kids than business partners. I mean, I think he does have some teenage girls, or boys maybe, I'm not quite sure, so he probably deals with this all the time. Crushes, heartbreak, the need of a minivan for emergencies.

"The lead singer, Andy. It's the voice I think, the deep drawl and that nice hair ---."

"Vale."

Vale giggles, winking at me as she twists the end of her long hair absently. She's enjoying watching me squirm, but really it's no secret. I mean, I wasn't exactly discussing my interests with Craig in that area, but I suppose it doesn't matter now.

Just makes things a little awkward.

"Andy Biersack? Really?" Our manager doesn't look impressed with my choice of crush. "Why am I surprised over this?"

I sink a little in my chair, merely shrugging my shoulders.

Craig just shakes his head before he starts getting to his feet, grabbing his note napkins and folding them together. He's never very organized, but I like to think it's one of his quirky qualities. He tucks the napkins into his shirt pocket, says goodbye to us, and heads for the archway leading to the hall.

One of these days, maybe we'll actually have a meeting room.

"Oh." Craig's head suddenly pops back into the kitchen, holding the end of a torn napkin. "I forgot to mention. You're meeting the love of your life at Club Rehab tomorrow at eight. Don't be late, dress to impress."

"What!?"

Craig suddenly is one, and I stare after him in horror. "Did he just say we were meeting them tomorrow?"

"Mmm." Vale looks thoughtful. "Dress to impress, like don't we always?" she snorts, cutting her eyes at her brother. "Don't be an ass, and yes you're coming. Wake up Nate so we can fill him in."Clarke frowns, glancing at the snoozing drummer, his lips parted as his head lolls back and forth; he's getting marker all in his freshly dyed blonde hair.

"I suppose we don't need to look like losers when we meet them." I mumble as I prop my chin on my hand, watching as Clarke kicks Nate's chair easily with his long legs, causing Nate to wake in a panic, sputtering. He looks around wild-eyed for a few moments before he realizes he's not under attack, then sends Clarke a scowl.

"What was that for!?"

"Rise and shine, Snow White. You slept through the meeting but we have news."

"I wasn't asleep," Nate mutters, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand, blue eyes bloodshot. "I didn't miss anything."

"Were you out late again partying?" Vale looks annoyed with him, her full lips drawing into a frown. She's one of the prettiest people I've ever met, I sort of envy how she always looks so put together and confident. She's tall, but the right kind of tall that's not too tall, and slim, able to wear whatever she wants and she never has problems finding her clothes in the store.I'm much shorter, and I might as well shop in the toddler section to find jeans that aren't too long for me.

"No," our drummer retorts, running his hands down his face. Yeah, sure bud, those black circles under your eyes say something different. Nate was a partier, he was even before he joined us, we knew that. He knew all the best places to have a good time, and I'm fairly sure he doesn't usually get out of bed until noon or he has to meet us. Sometimes you could still smell the cheap perfume and booze off the wrinkled shirt he doesn't change. I like him well enough, but some people shouldn't have fame or too much money, it isn't such a good thing.

Be famous responsibly.

Clarke quickly explains what Nate's missed during his impromptu nap, and our drummers eyes light up. He likes the other bands drummer, admires his techniques, and even his sleepy head knows this is a big deal for us.

Momentous, really.

"When do we meet them?" he asks eagerly, rubbing his arm.

"Tomorrow, and don't come smelling like a bar." Vale replies, staring him down beneath thick black lashes; she has a fierce glare, I'll give her that. She gets to her feet, stretching her arms in front of her. She nudges her chair under the table, and we all sort of follow suit as we get to our feet. Nate mocks her slightly before taking a sniff of himself, only to grimace.

Everything is going to go great tomorrow, that's what I'm going to keep telling myself. We're going to make a fantastic impression, we'll be charming and humorous and they'll want us to open every show! Or, actually, we'll be so famous they'll be opening for us by the time it's over with.

I can dream.

Just.... oh my god.

What exactly am I going to wear?

I look at Vale in utter panic. She could wear a paper bag and look fantastic, but it's not that easy for me.

What if I go in there wearing something horribly mismatched, or that doesn't work at all? What if I look like some Avril Lavigne, pop princess rip off and they don't want us opening? I could say something stupid, insult one of them accidentally, what do we even know about them?

"Why are you making that face?" Nate asks warily as we step out into the hall together. "If you're gonna be sick, aim that way."

"I'm just thinking about tomorrow, don't be a dick." I wait for Vale to catch up with me, seeing she's focused on her phone. "Vale?"

"Mmm?"

"We need to go shopping."

"Shopping?" She sends me an amused look as we fall into step, the worn carpet of the hallway pillowing our footsteps. "Why?"

"Because we need to find something to wear tomorrow."

"You realize whatever you buy you won't wear, and you'll have buyers remorse like you do every time."

"Vale." Now she's starting to stress me!

"Oh, fine, don't freak out. We'll go after we grab some lunch, find something to aww the boys with." she looks amused, and her arm twines with me as we walk. "But don't worry so much, it's just another business meeting. Think of it more like that."

"Is that how you think about every meeting we have?"

"Well, no, I imagine Craig in his underwear and it sort of ruins any intimidation I might feel."

"Well that's a mental image I didn't need."

Vale grins down at me, squeezing my arm as we reach the front desk and give the harried looking secretary a smile as we leave.

I'm worried about tomorrow, but I do tend to worry and be anxious about everything. I might be excited now, but tomorrow I know I'll be an explosion of nerves.I just want everything to go well so badly.

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sheithfictioncatalogue · 5 years

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What are some WIPs you’re all looking forward to updates for?

In addition to the in-progress ones from this list we did previously (some are completed now, but still good!), here’s some new ones we look forward to:

Alex:

A Friend Indeed - CGotAnAccount @illunelurks

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 9k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content. Background ships: friends with benefits Matt/Keith

There are a few things Matthew Holt has learned over the past few years of being launched into space, kidnapped, thrust into an intergalactic war, and hailed as a hero of the universe.

Firstly, space is as huge and beautiful as he always knew it was – just twice as terrifying as he could ever have imagined.

Second, his little sister is in fact the smartest human that will ever exist and nothing will ever convince him otherwise.

And lastly, Shiro and Keith will never, ever get their shit together.

Beam me up, Hottie - lasersheith @lasersheith

ongoing, 7/? chapters, 34k. (Teen)

Shiro’s life is kind of a mess. His job sucks and his best friends are moving across the country back to their hometown. All he really has is Star Trek until the Big Bang pairs him with an artist that just might change everything.

“Do you remember that event I told you about?” His voice came out barely above a whisper.

Laughing again, Matt sat his sandwich down. “You mean your totally-not-porn writing competition?”

Shiro groaned. “It’s not porn,” he hissed out quietly, “and it’s not a competition, it’s just an event.” He said, looking up into Matt’s judgmental eyes. “Look, you own 6 replica anime swords. It’s literally illegal for you to judge me for anything, ” he pointed an accusing finger at Matt’s chest.

Matt held up his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok. So what about your event thing?”

Shiro looked back down at his phone with an awed smile. “I got paired with my favorite artist…” He answered wistfully.

don’t call me baby (unless you mean it) - akaiiko @akaiikowrites

ongoing, 3/? chapters, 36k. (Explicit) Contains: PTSD

Getting with Shiro is worth anything. Anything. So Keith is going to fake being the cliche with daddy issues - complete with stuffed animals, booty shorts, and an utter loss of dignity - until he makes it. Hopefully along the way he’ll figure out why it feels like being Shiro’s baby boy might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Keith has a moment where he wonders, somewhat blankly, how he bought this perfectly serviceable shirt and then promptly forgot its existence. Then he looks down. And remembers in a series of post traumatic flashbacks exactly why he’d blocked the shirt from his consciousness.

Namely, three words, in a font that isn’t comic sans but comes insultingly close to it, garnished with red glitter: Daddy’s Little Boy.

“Keith?” Very slowly, he turns to look at the closed door to his bedroom. “Keith, are you okay? I heard…” Probably some kind of vaguely strangled noise. But Shiro’s too nice to articulate that kind of thing. “Keith? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in.”

For All the Stars in the Sky - allyoop_1 @isabelladeltigre, Wolfy_P_Smith

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 34k. (Mature)

“They’re good kids.”

They both take a moment to look over at said kids. Pidge has her elbows on the table, butt in the air as she finger smashes on her DS and Matt is picking at a tear in the booth and eating what comes out.

“Well,” Keith says, turning back to Lance. “They’re…kids. Probably human.”

Matt licks at the tear in the seam and Lance grins. “Debatable.”

Or: Keith has two jobs, two kids, and a million problems. Shiro’s not the solution to all of them, but he sure does help.

Make Believe - LittleWhiteTie @littlewhitetie

ongoing, 5/7 chapters, 18k. (Teen) Contains: PTSD

In which, in order to form an alliance, Keith and Shiro need to fake a relationship and endure a series of related trials.

This was a terrible idea. An excruciating, tantalizing car crash of an idea. Keith should never have agreed to this. It was everything he’d ever wanted and more. He was never going to be able to come back from this.

Careful metal fingertips traced his jaw, tipping his face up to meet gentle, storm grey eyes. He was close, so close. “Everything okay?” Shiro asked, quietly.

“Of course,” Keith said. “Everything is fine.”

It was a bald-faced lie; everything was not fine. It was wonderful and devastating and nowhere in between.

my doorbell, when you gonna ring it? - spectrespecs @exitlude

ongoing, 2/3 chapters, 35k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

Shiro, a chronic apartment renter, feels like it’s time for him to settle down and buy a house. He thinks so, at least. Keith, one of the finest real estate agents in the city, is the one tasked with finding Shiro a home. They both find a little more than intended.

a slow, dumb show - redluxite (wordstruck)

ongoing, 6/8 chapters, 19k. (Teen)

Shiro shrugs. “No.” His lips quirk in a little half-smile. “Are you going to ask me?”

Keith’s mouth curls, just a little. His eyes flick over to Shiro again.

“Why not?”

Shiro comically stumbles to a halt. “Sorry?”

There’s that amusement tucked in the corner of Keith’s mouth again, as he reaches out a hand to steady the pizzas in Shiro’s arms. They’re quite close together now.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

All Eyes On Us - Green_Destiny @green-destiny

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 32k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

K_Red and BlackLion are camboys for the same website. Unrivaled in their power but rivals to each other, a chance meeting at an official event pulls them inevitably towards each other, as much as Keith would like to resist, gravity is always, always stronger.

the peace-weaver - magisterpavus

ongoing, 18/20 chapters, 203k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, trans Keith, sexual violence

You will be the peace-weaver, his mother told him, smiling though her dark eyes welled with unshed grief. The one who brings two bitter enemies together and ends the bloodshed and death between us, once and for all.

But men will always crave war. The Galra, most of all.

Akira:

every breath you take - arahir @arahir

ongoing, 5/7 chapters, 32k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

Keith takes a swim, gains a secret admirer, and finds something to live for.

There’s a cut on his bottom lip, a row of tiny lacerations that smart when he pulls at them to get a better look.

He doesn’t notice the bruise on his upper arm until the next day. He catches the edge of it at the corner of his eye when he’s pulling on a fresh shirt: blue lines, like stripes, but when he turns and twists to see how they ring his arm, he realizes what they look like.

The lines are like fingers. It’s a handprint.

sweet sun, send me the moon - arahir @arahir

ongoing, 2/? chapters, 8k. (General) Contains: graphic depictions of violence, temporary amnesia

Shiro still has one battle left to fight.

Keith’s body in his arms doesn’t twitch and his eyes don’t flicker. They’re open a little, Shiro realizes; dull, sightless slits of white. Not dead, though. He’s not dead. Damaged, yes, but they can fix this.

Kel:

The Alien at Camp Marmora - flukeloops

ongoing, 6/10 chapters, 19k. (Mature)

Shiro and Keith are back at Camp Arus and madly in love. Alfor has to take a week off to tend to personal matters and has left his friend Kolivan in charge. Kolivan presents the staff and campers with Camp Marmora: a grueling 5-day challenge that tests their bodies and maybe even their minds. Will Shiro and Keith’s fairy tale romance stand through it all? What will the challenge reveal about both of them?On top of it all, the longer Shiro stays in human form, the worse his legs hurt. He’s afraid that he and Keith’s worlds will drift too far apart if he has to live in the water.[SEQUEL to The Mermaid of Lake Altea]

Sweet Cherry Pie - keiti221 @starlightshirogane

ongoing, 8/? chapters, 18k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content, abuse, stalking, implied/referenced rape/non-con, kidnapping, murder, threats of violence, threats of rape/non-con, death threats

After Keith shows up to perform at an event that didn’t actually want a male stripper, he spends the evening sipping wine coolers with the hottest detective he’s ever gotten his hands on. Unfortunately, neither of them have been particularly good at relationships - Shiro is always busy with work and Keith keeps attracting weirdos - but both want to make this one work. So what could possibly go wrong?

Shiro the Hero and the Happily Ever - Saasan @decidedlysarah

ongoing, 2/11 chapters, 8k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content, a/b/o dynamics, mpreg

Shiro never thought he’d be able to find a mate, let alone have a family. As blessings keep piling up in his life, he thinks back on the road it took to get there. Keith had always feared mating, but being with Shiro is bliss–if only he’d be just a *little* less weepy-with-joy. Meanwhile, Lance and Pidge discover they will be having a family much sooner than expected. This story will follow the four of them on their path to parenthood and, because the author isn’t a dick (unlike DreamWorks), everyone gets a happily ever after.

See You In Court - arcadenemesis

ongoing, 2/5 chapters, 15k. (Mature)

If Shiro’s life were a movie, this would be the part where the music would swell and everything would slow down.

He’s not sure how long he stands there, just watching, but it’s not until another hotel patron brushes past him that Shiro comes back down to Earth. Thank God Keith hasn’t seen him yet. Meeting eyes from across the room seems romantic in theory, but Shiro’s pretty sure his open staring would be anything but in reality. Better going for a smooth introduction, he decides, steeling himself and walking over with confidence he doesn’t feel.

"Hey there, Wild Card.”

Takashi Shirogane is the best in the world at tennis, and the absolute worst at love.

(Or, Wild Card through Shiro’s eyes.)

#Anonymous #sheith #sheith fanfic #sheith fanfiction #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanfic #fic rec #recs #modfaves

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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He’s a She? {Peter Maximoff X Reader}

People parted around me while the chains, that had been forcefully put on me and my big hellhound, Ash, rattled on the wooden floors of the mansion. I snarled and growled at the onlookers, them backing away even more once they saw the mark that I had made on the furry blue guy, he was obviously pissed at me.

They whispered and pointed when they noticed the blood dribbling out from the bottom of the muzzle, the blood had taken over my sense of taste and my sense of smell. Ash had been growling and trying to bite anybody who even looked at him, even though he also had a muzzle on.

We walked into an office, where a bald guy was sitting calmly at his desk. The blue furry guy shut the door, still absolutely pissed. He was kind of a fun guy to piss off. Quickly, he took off my muzzle, and I tried to bite him again.

“God damn, you’re violent.” He mumbled as I sat there, knowing that they were both out of biting reach. Spirits were absolutely everywhere in this place, adults and children alike.

“What’s your name?” Baldy said with a distinct British accent. “I am Professor Charles Xavier.”

“People call me Hades, but I’d never tell you people my name.” I spat, crossing my arms.

“Alright, Hades, where did you come from?” He asked, putting his elbows up on the desk.

“I broke out of a facility, it’s as easy as that. I found somebody who took care of me, he taught me things, how to fight and use my powers. I was his partner, and he was mine. I ran away about a year ago and started causing some chaos of my own.” I explained simply.

“Who was your mentor?” He asked, eyes widening.

“Erik, Erik Lehnsherr,” I told them as Charles shared an alarmed look with Hank.

“You know Erik?” They both asked in sync.

“Did I not just say that?” I said harshly, trying to get out of my chains.

“You’ll just hurt yourself doing that.” He told me, “Hank, will you take him down to the basement?”

I almost interjected, since I was not a guy, but decided against it, I could ride this out as long as I wanted.

‘Hank’ put the muzzle back on me and walked us down to an elevator, people just stared while I snapped and growled at them.

The ride down was incredibly awkward, except for the sounds of me kicking him once in awhile. He growled at me a little bit, and I laughed at his reaction.

“You really like pissing me off, don’t you?” He asked me as I pointed to the muzzle.

“I’ll stop if you take it off. I won’t bite you, I promise.” My voice came out very muffled, but he heard it. The stupid muzzle was starting to dig into my face.

“You do realise that if you make a move, I will be putting this thing back on.” He told me, unhooking the back of the muzzle.

“Thank fuck.” I swore, bringing my hands up to my face and trying to relax the tight muscles in my face. I felt like a prisoner in the chains and shackles and Ash probably did too. I didn’t try anything, since I didn’t want to get in trouble with him, maybe he could be a good ally.

We walked down numerous halls, so many that I had no idea where I was anymore. He ended up putting me in a bright, white room, with padded walls, it looked like something for a psycho.

“How long are we going to be in here for?” I asked him while he unlocked our chains and Ash’s muzzle.

“Hey, boy.” I pet him while he nuzzled into my chest and licked my face, the fact that he was made of fire and bones, didn’t bother me whatsoever. His lava drool didn’t bother me either.

“The boy and his dog.” He chuckled bitterly and closed the door, leaving me and Ash alone.

I stayed in there for barely more than a week when my sanity started crumbling. I didn’t want to be in there anymore. I could see that I was fed lies by my teacher, all he wanted to do was kill all of the humans and take over the world, and I was a part of that. They were good, Hank was good, and I bit him, Charles was good, and I was rude to him. I wanted to be like them, they had good morals, and they were good.

They gave me three meals a day and I talked with one of the three teachers who came for about fifteen minutes each meal.

“Hank? Is that you?” I asked as somebody opened the door and slid some breakfast to me and Ash.

“Yeah, do you need something, Hades? It’s Thanksgiving.” He said, an undertone of cheerfulness in his voice.

“I want to come outside, out there. I want to be like you guys. I want to be good, I was brainwashed and I see that now. Please, I won’t bite anybody, I’m going crazy in here, Hank. Just let me out for the day, see how I do, please.” I pleaded, choking up a little, but not crying.

“I’d have to talk with Charles about it.”

“Send him down here, please, I’ll do anything.” I pleaded with him.

“I’ll do that, I’m sure he’ll say you can, it is a holiday.” I heard him walking away.

“Thank you, Hank!” I yelled to him, happily

When Hank came back with Charles and I explained how I wanted to be good and how I had been brainwashed.

“If nothing happens in the next 24 hours and you keep your dog under control, we could let you live up in the dorms and take classes.” He said positively and I talked to Ash, telling him to be nice to everybody that he meets and not to bite anybody. He obeyed and Charles opened the door.

The fluorescent lights almost blinded me, and spirits wandered around aimlessly, nobody really standing out.

“Thank you, guys. We’ll be good, I promise.” I told them, as they walked, in Charles’ case rolled, down the twisting hallways.

“I’d expect so, you made a really good case for yourself.” Charles chuckled as we made it to the elevator, it was nice to not be in shackles.

“How long was I in there?” I suddenly asked once we entered the elevator.

“About fifteen days.” Hank answered, he had a bandage on his arm, but he wasn’t furry or blue.

“Wow, that’s way longer than what I thought.” I told them, fiddling with the sweatshirt that Hank had given me.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the mansion, but this time it wasn’t with shackles and chains.

Everything was busy, teens were rushing from class to class, spirits following, but some people stopped and ran a little faster when they saw me and Ash.

“Can I go free, or do I have to stay with one of you two?” I asked, trying not to be rude.

“You can run free, go try to make some new friends.” Charles told me, smiling a little bit.

“What time is lunch? Or dinner?” I asked, eager to get out there and enjoy the outside.

“Once you see everybody leave, just assume it’s lunch or dinner and come inside.” Hank said, pushing me a tiny bit, telling me to leave.

“Alright, thank you.” I told them, walking into the crowd.

I walked towards the front door, people parting around us and looking at us wearily. The outside was absolutely magnificent, trees, birds, a blue sky, and people.

The people were different, like me, and they all had their own spirits hanging around them.

Only one of the ghosts had stood out to me, he was less transparent than the others, as if he died in the mansion.

He was tall, even for a ghost, had long blonde hair, and kind of a smirk set upon his face. He was following a teen with short brown hair and some kind of visor, next to visor kid was a redheaded girl, and a blue teen with black hair and a tail.

The spirit turned to me and I looked him straight in his blue eyes.

“You can see me?” His voice came out wavy, but stronger than any of the other ghosts I had talked to.

“You died here, didn’t you?” I asked, the wind whipping through my incredibly short hair. “What’s your name?”

“Alex Summers, and I did die here. I tried to save my friends, but ended up blowing up the mansion.” He stayed while the teens had started to walk farther away.

“Alex, why are you following the brunette kid with the glasses?” I asked him and the kid turned around.

“He’s my little brother, his name is Scott, I love him to death.” He told me, the fierce winds not affecting him.

“I might be able to let you see him, I’ve only tried it a few times, but he’d be able to see you for a day..” I told him, even though I probably looked weird talking to somebody they couldn’t see.

“You could do that, for me?” He asked, obviously in disbelief.

“Yes, I just want to help, give people some closure.” I told him.

“Please, I just want my brother to see me.” He was pleading, he seemed slightly desperate.

I spread my feet apart, they slid smoothly across the concrete ground. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I placed my balled up left fist in my right hand, I started to mutter an ancient incantation that summons spirits. Suddenly, my eyes shot open, turning them from their normal hue to a vibrant crimson red.

Ash started to howl loudly, the voices of numerous spirits boosting his voice. A fiery pentagram appeared underneath my feet. Slowly, my chants got louder as my hair whipped slightly in the air, pebbles around me started to float as Alex, started to waver and become less and less transparent.

I felt the familiar drain of my power as the chants stopped along with Ash silencing his howl. Slowly, I fell to my knees, panting slightly, Alex arose, he was now fully visible.

People stared and gasped, seeing somebody who wasn’t there a second ago, appear out of thin air. Scott, looked at his, previously dead, brother in disbelief.

“A-Alex?” Scott stuttered, coming closer.

“In the flesh.” He spread his arms out, and Scott ran into them, crying. “It’s all thanks to this guy.” He pointed to me and I brushed it off like it was nothing.

“How are you..? Why aren’t you..?” Scott started, but Alex finished it for him.

“I’m only here with you guys for a day, I just wanted to see you guys for one last time.” Alex had tears in his eyes as he pulled away.

“Thank you, what’s your name?” Scott came over to me.

“Hades, people call me Hades.” I told him, feeling a little awkward.

“Thank you.” He said.

“It’s no problem, really.” I told him, noticing Hank coming towards us. He froze when he saw Alex.

“Hey, Bigfoot!” Alex waved, his long, golden hair finally being affected by the wind.

“Alex? What the fuck?” Hank said, they were obviously friends.

“One word, Hades.” They shared a bro-hug and I started walking away, I didn’t want to barge in on their moment.

“Hey, dude!” Scott yelled, catching up to me. “Again, thank you for bringing my brother back, even if it is just for the day.”

“You’re welcome, I just wanted to do something nice.” I brushed it off, no thanks where needed from him.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?” He asked, trying to push the conversation on me.

“You’ve probably heard of me, if you haven’t seen me.” I told him, trying to get away.

“Wait, are you the guy who bit Mr. McCoy?” He asked, making me growl a bit.

“So what if I am?” I said, Ash starting to get pissed off, as was I.

“Dude! You’re a legend! I watched you snap and growl at everybody, you’re a fucking badass!” He told me, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Can you just leave me alone, please. I’m kind of on probation here.” He frowned as I hopped onto Ash, his fire surrounded me and he whined impatiently, wanting to stretch his big legs.

“Oh, well, lunch is in a half an hour.” He walked away, towards his brother.

For the next few hours, I explored the campus with Ash, people stared and pointed at us, some smiling and some scared.

Once everybody was gone out of the yard, I knew it was time for dinner. The dinner was extravagant, a few hundred people eating it. I sat with Alex and Scott, they were the only people that I knew.

I missed Erik, even if he was feeding me false information at the time, he was like a father to me, he kept me safe.

“Hades!” I heard Charles yell, while I tried to get out of the dining hall. I stopped and turned around to face him. “I think you’ve done well, today.” He smiled at me. “I’d like to get you a dorm room tonight, so that you don’t have to sleep in that dreadful room. I think Peter has an extra bed.”

“Thank you, Charles.” I told him, a little nervous about having to pretend to be a guy almost 24/7.

~Time Skip~

I was sitting in my room, well, my shared room, with a few extra changes of clothes and something to entertain myself with. I was in the dark, but I loved every second of it. The room was great, but messy and the walls were covered in stuff. Ash took up most of my bed, so I snuggled up around him.

I was almost asleep when the light flicked on.

“What the fuck?” I heard a male voice, Peter, I assumed.

“Watch out, I bite.” I said harshly getting up from my cozy spot.

“You’re the guy who bit Fuzzball, aren’t you?” He said, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, and I guess I’m your new roommate. I’m Hades.” I stuck out my hand.

“Peter.” He shook it. “Sorry about the mess, you were a complete surprise.” He picked up some things, zooming around in a silver blur.

“Wow, that was fucking fast.” I commented as he just shrugged.

“That thing isn’t going to kill me, is it?” He pointed at Ash wearily.

“Only if I tell him he can.” I smirked at him and flopped back down on the bed.

“Looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.” He mumbled and I laughed.

“I won’t make him attack you.” I gave him an evil smirk, he was fun to mess with.

“You’re fucking scary.” He laughed, falling down on his own bed.

“I am the Lord of the Dead.” I snuggled up into Ash, I was tired and it was almost midnight.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, you seem tired too, goodnight.” He turned off the light, and sped back into his bed, suddenly in a pair of pajamas.

“Goodnight.”

~Peter’s PoV~

It was midnight, I couldn’t sleep, my mind was running wild, which was a good thing sometimes, but not when I was trying to sleep. I sat up and stared into the darkness, right where Hades was.

He looked about my age, maybe a little younger. I didn’t quite know, because he had one of those faces where you can’t accurately tell their age.

I didn’t know what I thought of Hades, he seemed cool, but insanely scary at the same time. Sighing, I ran a hand through my silver locks. I was probably overthinking this thing way too much.

I had accidentally overheard from Charles that he knew Erik… maybe, just maybe, he could tell me more about my dad.

I heard a deep snarl-like snore, which made me freeze instantly. God damn, that dog is fucking scary! But soon enough, the room was almost silent again, the only noise was Hades’ light snores filling my ears.

My mind started to wander towards Hades… He was just so.. Ugh! The way his hair floated down into his face, his bright e/c eyes, everything about him was just perfect. I’m not gay, I shouldn’t be thinking like this! Well, at least I don’t think I’m gay.

But Hades, he seemed so different… His features were softer and not as sharp as the other males I’ve met. He’s fucking adorable, even if it’s in a terrifying way. I don’t think I like him... It’s probably just my interest in the new student. I mean, he literally brought Alex back from the dead for a day! And he looked fucking awesome doing it!

With the final thoughts of a scary dog, the cute new guy, and his powers; I dwindled into a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~

When I woke up, the shower was running and Hades was gone, but her scary-ass dog was sleeping right outside of the bathroom door. I looked at the time, 10:03, breakfast would be over in about a half hour.

I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later, Hades came out, wearing different clothes than before. He had some dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept before last night.

“Breakfast ends in a half hour.” I told him while his dog was nuzzled into his sweatshirt.

“Thanks, I’m fucking starving.” He smiled as we walked out into the halls, they were completely empty. “Huh, looks like everybody went shopping.”

“Yep, with it being Black Friday and everything. what’s your dog’s name, anyways?” I asked, still terrified of the damn thing.

“His name is Ash, and he’s a hellhound, not a dog.” He said in a serious tone as we walked into the dining hall.

“That explains why he scares the shit out of me.” I laughed as he stayed serious, it was incredibly hot.

We got our food and sat next to Alex, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Warren, and Kurt.

“Guys, this is Hades.” I introduced.

“Yeah, this is the guy who brought me back for the day.” Alex said as everybody looked at him.

“Your time is almost up, it’s been almost 24 hours.” He told them, looking down at his food, it was just straight sexy.

“I know, I’m going to say goodbye soon.” Alex said.

~Time Skip A Month~

~Y/n/Hades’ PoV~

I had been sharing quarters with Peter for a month now, and I had developed some kind of crush on him, he made me happy, even though I couldn’t show it.

It had gotten incredibly hard to keep the fact that I was a girl, hidden. He had gotten close to finding out a few times, it was mostly due to me not being careful and being incredibly stupid. I was changing out in the open and Ash was sleeping and he came in, but I had already had my shirt on, thank fuck.

I was sitting down on my bed, just playing a videogame, it was completely mindless, just pixels.

Peter was sitting across the room, his head hanging off of the back end of the bed, facing me. He was just playing with his thumbs and staring at me.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” I asked him, not looking up from my game.

“You.” He responded simply.

“Why?” I asked.

He was silent for a few minutes, he just laid there, eyes searching for something.

“H-Hades, I think I’m gay.” He said, making me widen my eyes and look up at him, I leaned back into my pillows, interested in what he wanted to say. My game laid forgotten on the bed.

“I think I love you, Hades.” He looked away, his face completely red. “It’s fine, or whatever, if you don’t feel the same, because I’m a guy.”

I looked away, my ears felt warm. “I-I love you too, Pete.” There was a moment of silence between us. “You do know I’m a chick, right?”

He looked at me in disbelief. “What?”

“I’m a chick, alright. I’ve been hiding it, everybody thinks I’m a guy. I was obviously too good.” I shrugged, taking my sweatshirt off, showing him my tight tank top and that I did, in fact, have boobs.

“How did you hide it so well?” He asked, obviously still in shock.

“I have kind of a low voice, short hair, I wore baggy clothing, everybody called me a guy, so I just went with it.” I told him, trying to put my sweatshirt on, but he stopped me.

“Is your real name actually Hades?” He took the sweatshirt out of my hands, tossing it aside.

“No, it’s Y/n.” I told him, bringing my face closer to his.

“Wanna makeout?” He asked, and then kissed me, I immediately kissed back.

“Does that answer your question?” I laughed slightly.

“Yes.” He kissed me again, more forcefully than the last time.

And that’s how Scott found us making out on Peter’s bed.

~Time Skip Four Months~

“My dad’s coming to visit.” Peter said suddenly while we were standing outside, Ash nuzzling into his chest.

“Erik?” I asked, excited.

“Yeah, Raven told me.” He said, also very excited.

“I still can’t believe that I was best friends with your dad, at one time.” I laughed, holding his hand.

“I know, and he still doesn’t know I’m his son.” Pete chuckled, hugging me tightly.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” I poked his chest, enunciating the last two words.

“I’m going to tell him, I promise.” He held my face close to his and pecked my lips.

“You better tell him, because he’s about 20 feet away from you.” I laughed. “Hey, Erik!” I waved and got out of Peter's grip.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” He asked as I hugged him.

“It’s kind of a long story.” I told him, while Ash bounded up to us. “Peter! Get over here!” I yelled, laughing.

“Hi.” Peter said, appearing next to us.

“You’re the kid who broke me out of the Pentagon.” Erik said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m also kinda…” Peter started, and I stared at him, wanting him to finish.

Once a few seconds of Peter not saying anything, I spoke up.

“He’s your son.” I told Erik and he just stared at Peter.

“You had a one night stand with my mom, and here I am.” Peter motioned to himself and I started to notice the little similarities between the two, the way their eyes crinkled in the corners and their hands looked almost the same.

“Fuck.” Was all Erik said, running a hand through his hair.

It was completely awkward between us, Erik probably had a million thoughts running through his head, and Peter was most likely regretting coming here.

“Erik, I kind of found a partner in Peter, as in a romantic partner, we’re dating.” I told him, scratching the back of my head.

“I knew you would.” He smiled at me and gave me a hug. “Are you my daughter in-law yet?”

My ears immediately turned red and Peter’s face turned bright red.

“It’s only been four months.” I told him. “I don’t think we’re ready for that.”

“You two seem ready.” Erik said in a manner that greatly resembled his son’s.

“I don’t know if I’d be able to slow down long enough for her, but I’m trying.” Peter admitted, resting an elbow on my shoulder.

“Dude, if you’ve lived with me for this long, you can deal with me forever.” I smiled up at him.

“You two are balance each other out perfectly.” Erik chuckled and started walking towards the front door. “I’m going to go find Charles, just use protection!”

Peter’s face erupted in red and I smiled at him. “Are you really trying to slow down for me? Because I love the way you are and I don’t want you to change.” I fixed his jacket and kissed his cheek.

“I won’t, I promise.” He smiled.

“Honestly, are you thinking about marrying me?” I asked him, taking a serious tone with him.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I love you so much, I just…” He trailed off and looked around, obviously not being able to find the right words.

“Just shut up, I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I laughed.

“I still can’t believe I thought I was gay.” He ran a calloused hand through his silver hair.

“I know, I sure fooled you, and everybody else.” I burrowed into his chest, since he was warm and comfortable.

“You really did, you little devil.”

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#X-Men #X-Men Apocalypse #x-men x reader #X-men oneshot #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver #havok #alex summers #scott summers #peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #misgendering #lord of the dead #oneshot #imagine

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immopengu · 5 years

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who are you (pt. 2)

By popular demands... reviews work on me. I’ll try to make this good.

Alex limped along, her beanie hot and uncomfortable on her head. It was a warm fall day. Ever the diligent patient, she was taking a walk in the park while her mom went to work to deal with something that had come up at her lab.

The half-way point to her destination, she stopped to rest at a bench, and seeing no-one around, she took off her beanie and swiped her arm across her forehead. The sudden freedom from the beanie was cool on her mostly-bald head, the fine stubble of hair doing little to cover the large ugly scar across her skull. She was sweating buckets.

When Alex had cooled down a bit, she tugged the beanie back on her head and limped along again. Her walker might have been better on such a long walk, but Alex was... a bit embarrassed to be seen with it. She was angry that she was embarrassed. It would’ve made the walk to the stairs a lot easier.

She had remembered those stairs at the park. Funny how she remembered places and things about herself, but she didn’t remember people anymore. Alex spent a lot of time researching her own injuries. She wasn’t a medical doctor, but she was one of the foremost experts in xenobiology, so that skillset translated quite well for her to pick up human biology.

Alex had been focusing more on her physical rehabilitation first, studying the best methods to get her full mobility back, and the science behind artificial limbs, especially ones as advanced as what Lena had given her. Alex had read up on everything and was now slowly moving towards reading up on amnesia and found herself more and more distracted by pop-news stories on how people miraculously got their memories back. Alex liked those, they gave her a bit of hope that she wasn’t so brain-damaged, and that everything would come back with time.

When her memory situation became a bit too much, Alex would concentrate back on rehabilitating her body and getting full, unlimited motion back... Alex remembered being really active, and she remembered the gym... Why couldn’t she remember more than basic everyday things? Why can’t she remember people... Lena gave Alex all the literature on LEGolas that Alex wanted, protesting that Alex needed to pick another nickname for the prosthetic.

Alex had tried to joke, proposing to call it LEGardium Leviosa since her leg was gone, and Lena had thrown up her hands in exasperation and left her alone that day. Alex felt a bit guilty about that. Lena had looked so stricken, so sad, so furious at the joke... and Alex had just been trying to lighten the mood.

People didn’t find the fact that she had lost her right leg from mid-thigh down, a thing to laugh about. Sometimes Alex tried, but it just made the people around her upset. Only M’gann seemed to humour her, but Alex didn’t like telling M’gann those jokes because she would just smile at her in that soft, sad way.

When she got to the stairs, she started her exercises. Up one step fully, then down fully. Reps of ten, then rest. By the second rep, she was sweating again and her artificial leg was... sticking in the knee joint area. She was going to have to tell Lena and joke about how L-Corp products are shoddy.

“Hi.”

Alex stopped, looked back, recognising the blonde woman who had been at the rehab centre before.

“Hello.” Alex turned her body around slowly, using the handrail to carry her weight.

“Um.” The blonde fidgeted in place, biting her bottom lip nervously. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” Alex held out her hand again. “Can I get a name this time?”

“It’s... it’s Kara.” Kara took Alex’s hand.

Alex smiled politely. “Just Kara?”

“Kara... Zor-El.” Kara replied, her hand still gripped in Alex’s. Kara only noticed a couple seconds later, too late for it to be normal, before pulling her hand back reluctantly.

“How do I know you?” Alex asked bluntly. She got straight to the point and felt her heart squeeze tightly at the sight of tears again.

“It’s all my fault.” Kara blurted out. “Everything--it’s all my fault.”

“You caused that explosion that blew off my leg? You were the terrorist?” Alex asked, eyebrow raised.

“Well, no, but--”

“If you didn’t set off that bomb, then it’s pretty much all me.” Alex shrugged. “The captain said I ran in to try and get the last hostages out--”

“I should’ve known there was another bomb. I should’ve been there--”

“You couldn’t have done anything.” Alex, for some reason, wanted to sooth the other woman. Wanted Kara to stop being so angry, wanted Kara to stop blaming herself. “And I came out okay. Sans leg, but they’re making me like, the billion-dollar woman now. Faster, harder, stronger.”

“But your head--”

“Hair grows back. And chicks dig scars, right?” Alex gave a wolfish grin. “I have like a million kajillion scars now. And if I don’t feel sorry for myself, I really don’t want you to, Kara. And--” Alex tapped the spot between Kara’s eyebrows, where a frown-induced crinkle had formed. “--get rid of that.”

Kara slapped a hand over her mouth, but Alex could hear that harsh sob that ripped out of the blonde. And at that sound, leg or no leg, suddenly Alex was down those steps, stumbling only slightly when LEGolas’ knee joint stuck a bit again--but had Kara in her arms, in less than a second.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked frantically. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

“Alex, Alex I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Kara sobbed. “I should’ve--I should’ve--”

“Kara, even Supergirl can’t be everywhere at once. I don’t blame HER. So I don’t blame you either.” Alex rubbed Kara’s back. “I... don’t know who you are, but I’m guessing you were probably my... partner?”

Kara nodded, laughing wetly. “Something like that.”

“Something like that...” Alex smoothed away Kara’s hair from her face. “I... feel like I remember you.”

“What do you remember?” Kara asked, the anticipation in her eyes. Alex shook her head, hating that the gesture made Kara’s face fall.

“It’s not so much a memory. More of a feeling.” Alex suddenly felt... very tired. “Kara, sorry, do you mind if you walk me back home?”

Kara shifted away from the hug the were in, letting Alex loop an arm over Kara’s shoulders.

“Just lean on me.” Kara offered, when she heard the little grunt of pain Alex let out.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Alex relaxed against Kara. At first, she was hesitant to put all her weight on the blonde, but she found that Kara bore her weight easily, so relaxed her weight on Kara.

“Wow, you work out a lot, huh?” Alex gave Kara a little crooked smile. Kara blushed, ducking her head at the compliment.

“Well, I-I try.” Kara shrugged bashfully, the move almost lifting Alex off her feet.

“WOW.” Alex grinned at Kara. “Supergirl’s got nothing on you, Kara.”

Kara smiled again, this time slightly pained. They walked together in companionable silence for a bit, Alex concentrating on putting one leg in front of the other. In no time at all, Alex was back home.

“Do you wanna come up?” Alex blurted out, suddenly realizing she didn’t want Kara to go. Feeling like it was so wrong for Kara to even leave, like she belonged here, too. With Alex.

Kara’s lips turned up in a small pink smile.

“I’d like that.”

#kalex #supergirl #alex danvers #kara danvers #alex x kara #fanfic #immopengu #immo #fanfiction

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ingayderzim · 5 years

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smash or pass rush (including john rutsey) and 80s styx

Long Post Ahead.

Rush depends. So hard. Early rush?

Sorry bc i think John Rutsey is dead but i have never passed so hard on anything in my life. And Alex and Geddy are looking a little stinky too so pass.

80s Rush? Just take my pussy and go,boys. Neil and his kimono, i will ride 👏 that 👏 mustache all day. The puppy dog eyes, what a king. Alex? I love his heart mouth and THE BANGS. You know I'm a blonde fetishist PLUS he's funny and crazy as fuck and my favorite. He can do the La Villa Strangiato intro guitar finger movements in my pussy, in fact I insist. Geddy? Skinny legend. I feel like I'd have to top tho, which I don't mind.

Modern Rush?

Neil is more substantial, broad, and hearty. Looks like a gnome, but tall. Very sweet. I would let him fuck me up. He is def the embodiment of being a lady in the streets...u know the rest. Esp with the hat (not pictured). People complain about Geddy's hair but I think it's graceful, it doesnt look greasy it looks well maintained and he doesnt try and keep it as long as it used to be. He knows his limits. His tiny glasses and soul patch work on him. His nose is so handsome. Smash. Alex has a bald spot but is still fucking hilarious, I LOVE HIM. He's let his blondeness go and yknow what he owns it. I'm not a fan of blue eyes usually but his aren't watery they're very vibrant. Also i love him. Smash.

(Clockwise from top right)

Dennis: cute and i appreciate that he stood up for his ideas and forced them to make Kilroy Was Here, but 1. I think he'd be selfish in bed. Like he'll roll over and start smoking a cigarette and tell u to be quiet when u didn't even finish 2. Stinky!

Tommy: I'd fuck him just bc I feel like he needs it. DEF would have to top but again I don't mind. I'd throw him around if he asked me to, not in a mean way but some girls like that so ig some guys do too. Esp with adult braces.

Jy: poodle. But his lips are plump. Pass but I'd hang out with him drinking coffee in the kitchen, chilling while Tommy recovers getting his brains pegged out by me

Chuck: smash me PLEASE he's gay so I'd do whatever he wanted irt top/bottoming. (I mention he's gay bc he'd actually know his preference unlike the other guys.) He's so fresh, so handsome, nose of a Greek statue, looks like he smells so fucking crisp. He's handsome for a normal human but next to the rest? I'm moistened.

John: John. Chuck is your IDENTICAL TWIN. U see him....and u see urself...WHY DONT U JUST DRESS EXACTLY LIKE HIM. U LOOK LIKE THE BEFORE IN A BEFORE AND AFTER PIC. YOU'RE THE FIRST HALF OF A QUEER EYE EPISODE. CHUCK IS THE RESULT. Pass, you sweaty bastard.

#long post #is she joking? she must be joking #well guess what #youll never know #thank u mo

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goingknowherewastaken · 6 years

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♦ About

Welcome to my 1000 follower challenge!!! With there being a lot of seasonal challenges right now I thought I’d do something a little different. I thought that maybe we should get in touch with magic that’s in the air right now ;)

So for this challenge we are looking at tarot! First I’ll go over the rules and expectations, then gloss over tarot, and finally round out this post with the characters and prompts. So let’s get started :D

♦ Rules

To Enter

You must apply through my ask box so no anons. If you are using a side blog and don’t want your main shown to the world tell me so in the ask and I will not post it publicly.

Every entry needs to be inspired by a Major Arcana card and must be focused on a character or ship I listed.

Each card is limited to one person!

Entries must be sent by ask and will be posted publicly!

I have bonus prompts listed at the bottom of this post; you need to use at least one (1) and you are limited to three (3) total! Sentence prompts are all first come, first serve! The majority of the AU prompts have a two person limit.

What your ask should include - the tarot card you wish to claim, the character or ship you wish to write for, and 1-3 of the prompts/AUs I have listed (You need to use at least one from the list).

All angst must have a happy ending and no cis-swapping.

I am accepting - fics, fan art, moodboards, edits, and playlists (you need to make a cover for it).

Note: I work second shift so please don’t panic if I don’t respond in the afternoon/evening hours.

November 24th, 2018 - I currently am just shy of 1000 followers and will not be posting a due date for these until I get 1000 followers. I will tag all who entered when that happens.

When Posting Your Work

All entries are due on February 22nd, 2019. Please do not post before then.

Make sure to list - the character/ship you wrote for, any warnings, and if it is nsfw.

Tell me how you interpreted the card for your work.

Make sure to tag me @goingknowherewastaken and @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets (Ashley is my assistant during this challenge)

Please use this tag within the first 5 tags - #DivineMeAMasterpieceChallenge

If your work contains nsfw content please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Please send me the link to your work through my ask box!

♦ About Tarot

We’ve all seen the decks of cards with beautiful designs used for helping find possible answers to questions we may have, but not everyone knows what’s going on with them. I will gloss over the bare minimum of info here, but I encourage you all to read up on tarot if you are unfamiliar with it.

Tarot cards are used for uncovering possible answers to questions we have about our lives - from love to career. Cards can be drawn and placed in a certain layout (spread) and are then read in a specific order. They are meant for enlightenment and what they tell in the spread is not set in stone - they are cards and you can ignore their take if you wish.

There are two ways to read the cards depending on how they appear in a spread - upright and reversed (upside down). If the card is revealed to be right-side up you are to read the card as is and if it is reversed then it’s meaning is reversed.

Depending on the deck, the description of the card can vary slightly, but overall they are similar. Also, the meaning behind the card is affected by the other cards in the spread. For this challenge you will only have to worry about the card you selected.

Because there are in total 78 cards in a standard deck (divided between the Major Arcana and the Minor Arcana), we will only be using the Major Arcana which totals 22 cards.

Please read up more on the card you select!!!!!

The Tarot Cards (the words listed are just brief overviews of the cards that I gathered from Biddy Tarot)

Fool - @haveyouseenmymind

Upright - beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

Reversed - naivety, foolishness, recklessness, risk-taking

The Magician

Upright - power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness

Reversed - manipulation, poor planning, latent talents

High Priestess - @frostingsfics

Upright - intuition, higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind

Reversed - hidden agendas, need to listen to inner voice

The Empress

Upright - fertility, femininity, beauty, nature, abundance

Reversed - creative block, dependence on others

The Emperor

Upright - authority, father-figure, structure, solid foundation

Reversed - domination, excessive control, rigidity, inflexibility

Hierophant - @bsotstory

Upright - religion, group identification, conformity, tradition, beliefs

Reversed - restriction, challenging the status quo

Lovers - @the-goddamn-queen

Upright - love, union, relationships, values alignment, choices

Reversed - disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values

Chariot

Upright - control, will power, victory, assertion, determination

Reversed - lack of control and direction, aggression

Strength

Upright - strength, courage, patience, control, compassion

Reversed - weakness, self-doubt, lack of self-discipline

Hermit - @auduna-druitt

Upright - soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance

Reversed - isolation, loneliness, withdrawal

Wheel of Fortune - @kjs-s

Upright - good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

Reversed - bad luck, negative external forces, out of control

Justice

Upright - justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law

Reversed - unfairness, lack of accountability, dishonesty

Hanged Man

Upright - suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice

Reversed - martyrdom, indecision, delay

Death - @captainsbabysitter-blog

Upright - endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition

Reversed - resistance to change, unable to move on

Temperance

Upright - balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning

Reversed - imbalance, excess, lack of long-term vision

Devil - @bookcaseninja

Upright - bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism

Reversed - detachment, breaking free, power reclaimed

Tower - @haveyouseenmymind

Upright - disaster, upheaval, sudden change, revelation

Reversed - avoidance of disaster, fear of change

Star - @filatarcangelus

Upright - hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity

Reversed - lack of faith, despair, discouragement

Moon - @resistance-is-futile81

Upright - illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious

Reversed - release of fear, unhappiness, confusion

Sun - @and-i-cant-resurrect-you

Upright - fun, warmth, success, positivity, vitality

Reversed - temporary depression, lack of success

Judgement

Upright - judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution

Reversed - self-doubt, refusal of self examination

World

Upright - completion, integration, accomplishment, travel

Reversed - lack of completion, lack of closure

♦ Characters And Ships

Characters (for reader inserts)

Jim Kirk (AOS)

Leonard McCoy (AOS)

Spock (AOS)

Scotty (AOS or TOS)

Steve Trevor

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Thor

Peter Quill

Skurge

Owen Grady (Jurassic World)

Nicholas Devereaux (The Princess Diaries 2)

Cinderella’s Prince (Into The Woods)

Bernie Webber (The Finest Hours)

Jack Ryan (Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit)

Toby Howard (Hell Or High Water)

FDR Foster (This Means War)

Dr. Alex Murray (A Wrinkle In Time)

Robert the Bruce (Outlaw King)(I can’t help it he’s too precious with Elizabeth!!)

Eomer

Vaako (The Chronicles of Riddick)

Gavin (Pete’s Dragon)

William Cooper (RED)

John Kennex (Almost Human)

Vincent Stevens (The Loft)

Kirill (The Bourne movies)

Ships

McKirk

WonderTrev

Jim Kirk x Eomer

Jim Kirk x Vaako

Jim Kirk x Scotty (Scirk)

Owen Grady x Charlie Weasley (from Harry Potter)(I know no one will use this ship but I have to have hope ya know?)

WonderKirk

Napollya (Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin from (T.M.F.U.)

Merthur

I have expressed interest in other crossfandom ships in the past that involve one (or some) of the characters listed above so if you have an ship in mind ask me about it and I may grant an exception to it (no sp*rk though so don’t even try that)

♦ Other Prompts

Sentence Prompts (gathered from around tumblr)

“I…think I’m in love?” - @the-goddamn-queen

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.” @haveyouseenmymind

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

your car slid into a snowbank and i’m the mechanic that comes to tow you

i hate the holidays more than anything in the world and you drive me nuts because you love the holidays more than anything in the world and this is why we aren’t friends (enemies to friends to lovers hello)

i’m constantly dragging all my friends to your hockey games because i think you’re so much fun to watch and i don’t think you’ll ever notice me

you knit me a sweater for christmas and i realize i am in love with you @bsotstory

your birthday lands on christmas so no one ever remembers except this year i’ve asked everyone to delay their holidays to throw you a proper birthday bash

I build a fort in the college courtyard and have been throwing snowballs at people passing by and you are not impressed

our first date is spent walking around our small town holding hands and talking as soft snow falls around us @resistance-is-futile81

I mean life is full of surprises. You could find the love of your life tomorrow, but you could also wake up bald. @the-goddamn-queen

Will you press pause on your SHIT for 5 minutes? @the-goddamn-queen

“Let’s not confuse healthy eating with a hot dog.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like a half hour okay?” @auduna-druitt

“So MacGyvering this out of my tuckus right now.” @captainsbabysitter-blog

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” @frostingsfics

“You screw with me, I’ll screw with you.”

“i’m pretty good at providing distractions.”

“Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Are you ready to dance with the devil?” @bookcaseninja

hey i just moved into the house next door and i just wanted to let you know that your dog keeps getting into my yard an - wait what? what do you mean that’s a cat????? that’s not a cat it’s fucking huge!!!! (turns out it is a cat, it’s just really big and fat) @haveyouseenmymind

The postal worker delivered your package to my place accidentally and I was expecting something so I totally didn’t look before I opened it and… wow that is um… quite an interesting thing you bought and I’m here to return it

our dogs are in love with each other and it’s making things awkward at the dog park AU

I injured myself doing something stupid at a holiday party and you’re the doctor at the emergency clinic AU

I just moved into a new apartment and went to buy groceries, but I bought more than I could carry back. I’ve stopped to catch my breath when I hear someone asking if I need help and I look up and the sun is literally making you glow like a damn angel. @and-i-cant-resurrect-you

where one person is actually famous and sets up a dating account with their real picture and the other sees it and is like, oh dude you are not fooling anyone with that picture and when they actually meet the other is pissed because DUDE YOU’RE THAT FAMOUS PERSON and the other is like, yeah, i mean, i thought you knew…

i have a soft spot for cats so i always feed the fat one that’s always hanging out in the hall with treats and now it started hanging around me fuck i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to accidentally steal your pet @filatarcangelus

“ur just a random stranger and i’ve been ranting to you for like 20 minutes about how much i hate this one band but now several groups of people came up to you asking for pics and autographs, and oh shit it turns out you’re in the band i’ve been going on about” au

You’re a famous viner and I constantly witness you doing the weirdest things AU

“I went to see you live in concert and was front row and you went into the crowd and I grabbed your hand, but started freaking out so much that I was touching you that I couldn’t let go to the point where security had to physically tear me away from you and now you’ve invited me backstage literally what” AU

AU Prompts (each of these (baring the Soulmate AU) has a two person limit)

Soulmate AU (there will be no limitations on this prompt) - @frostingsfics

A/B/O AU

Shop AU -

Book shop,

flower shop,

bakery,

coffee shop/cafe,

ice cream shop,

boutique/antique store

Professors/Teachers AU

Wings AU - @bookcaseninja

Supernatural Creature(s) AU

vampires,

werewolves,

fey,

shapeshifters,

Ghosts,

demons,

Angels

merpeople

Magic/HP AU - @haveyouseenmymind

Celebrity/Famous Face/Hollywood AU

Fake Relationship AU - @captainsbabysitter-blog

Youtuber/Viner AU

Circus AU - @kjs-s

Roommates AU - @auduna-druitt

Historical AU

Fairy Tail/Disney AU

Spy/Secret Agent AU

Royalty AU - @and-i-cant-resurrect-you

Classic Novel Pride & Prejudice AU

Tagging those interested: @musicmandy1991 (tumblr won’t let me tag you????) @haveyouseenmymind @outside-the-government @tardisoftheshire @bookcaseninja @miraclesoflove @exiledtime @cynically-optomistic @frostedej

#divinemeamasterpiecechallenge #star trek #marvel #wonder woman #tmfu #merlin #wondertrev #mckirk #wonderkirk #jim kirk #bones #napollya #merthur #eomer #i'm just tagging some of the bigger things but not all

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koiicat · 5 years

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Alex.

Alex stared out the window of the building, the broken office chair that Alex had insisted on having replaced more times than one should have to count slowly sloping the young body of a slightly cynical and evidently lazy employee to the right. Alex watched the world outside with a quiet disdain, the incessant ticking of the nearby analogue clock ringing throughout the segmented cubicles as men and women alike drove themselves to an early grave by sneaking in escapes from the monotony of their miserable lives. Small flasks of whiskey for the men, cigarettes taped to the back of the toilets for the women. Alex never much cared for the taste of alcohol, nor the smell of cigarettes, so to escape the mundane day-to-day of work life Alex simply watched the world go by.

Sometimes it would rain and Alex would imagine every drop that cascaded down the side of the window as being tiny little people, rushing down the path of life, merging and colliding with other people, disappearing into the mass of liquid until they were no longer individual droplets. The ones that made it to the bottom by themselves were Alex’s favourites, the ones that maintained their own identity without compromising to the other judgemental droplet’s standards, without conforming and joining the indistinguishable mass of water where everyone lost themselves to become part of a faceless, emotionless entity. Alex liked metaphors.

On this particular day, on this mundane and uninteresting, unexciting day, there was no rain so Alex watched the people below move through the streets like an uncoordinated pack of animals, the chair still sloping to the right and the incessant ticking of the analogue clock still ringing throughout the room. Alex could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window, it felt comforting, like the last time she hugged her mother. Alex’s eyes closed and if it weren’t for the stagnant smell of depression that was masked with lavender air freshener, Alex could almost envision being outside, sitting in a field that smelled like lavender-scented sadness. Sounds lonely.

The incessant ringing was cut off by the sound of a less annoying tone and Alex stood up from the lonely field and sat back in reality, almost falling out of the sloping chair to pick up the phone that vibrated against the metallic desk. “Hello?” what answer was Alex expecting? “Hey champ,” oh, that one will do “Hey dad,” Alex’s voice was quiet, but the sun was still warm and the field was still lonely “People often say that you’re a strange one, Alex” Weird “Oh?” “Yeah, look, there’s no point dwelling on what happened, you’re okay now,” you suck, Alex “That’s kind of a strange thing to say,” why was the sun so bright out here? “I mean it didn’t kill you right?” his voice was unsure “No, not me” the breeze felt nice “It was just a bump on the head, champ, just try to work, I can’t get another call from your boss.” You’re a disappointment, Alex. “What did you say?” “I said you can’t e-mail me about everything. I know I’m your father but when we’re at work I’m your CEO.” How fucking dare you talk to me, Alex, you should have fucking died in that coma. “Oh, sorry, it’s just really hard.” “It’s okay, champ, just take it up with the office administrator. Rachel, right?” Fucking idiot. “Yeah, okay, thanks dad” Alex already tried that “And come on, at least get something done today. Eric wants me to fire you.” You should have died instead of her. “Sorry, yeah, sorry I’ll work on it. Love you dad.” “Have a good day, kiddo.” I never loved you.

Alex put the phone back on the desk and the ticking rang through the room once more, the smell of bleak disappointment filled the air before a puff of lavender was released to mask it. Alex looked around the office, peeking over the cubicles and spotting a rather annoyed looking bald man staring through the window of his office. He furrowed his brow and shut the blinds once he noticed Alex staring at him. Alex sat back down and sloped to the side in the broken chair, staring out the window at the herds of people below, the computer on the desk alight with a blank, white page and flashing with a single vertical line that taunted her every single day.

Rachel once said that Alex should “ask daddy for a new chair instead of bitching to me about it.” Rachel wasn’t very nice, nor very understanding.

Alex sighed and rested her elbows on her uneven knees and rested her chin on her uneven hands, wishing that she were in a lonesome field that smelled of lavender. Mother used to smell of lavender.

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y02mustang · 6 years

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Drunk girl please

This one is definitely a shorter piece, as this is about 1/3 of it already. Inspired by the song of the same name. The beginning will probably get a bit more detail before it’s posted.

Lena has just finished for the afternoon, wrapping up the beginning of a plan for the coming months, a way forward for the National City branch of LuthorCorp, drawing up charts for manning and where needs were being met and identifying gaps, when Jess enters the office without knocking and, before Lena can say anything, reaches for the remote and turns on the large TV mounted on the wall. The channel doesn’t matter, every station is playing the same thing - a clip of Lex Luthor fighting with Superman, the caped alien struggling against the green glow emanating from the high-tech suit encasing the mortal man, but the Kryptonian gets the upper hand after several long minutes (though the fight had been longer, the clip playing on a loop had been cut significantly) and the bald man is pulled from the broken armor.

The video skips to the superhero delivering the man to waiting law enforcement, where he’s cuffed and shoved in the back of a police vehicle.

The bottom third screams SUPERMAN ENDS LUTHOR REIGN OF TERROR and Lena feel bile rise in the back of her throat.

Lena attempts to stay locked away in her hotel room, or the office, but Jess refuses to allow it and on the third night, she drags the woman out to a local club. “If you’re going to get drunk, you might as well get something out of it. Something more than just being sad and alone,” she insists, as she tilts Lena’s chin up slightly to check her makeup. “I’ll grant you being sad, or angry, or whatever else, but you’re not alone, okay?”

She’s seen Jess like this often enough, stubborn, especially when it’s about Lena trying to shrink in on herself, and she knows better than to argue. It only took a handful of conversations with the assistant, during her first few weeks working for LuthorCorp in Metropolis, for Lena to know she’d found a friend - a rare event. Over a year since and Jess has proven time and again that she takes that friendship seriously. “Can’t you just stay with me?”

“I need more alcohol than you’ve got in that cabinet if I’m going to keep up with you,” Jess smiles. She tucks a strand of hair behind Lena’s ear. “Come on. We don’t have to stay long if you don’t want, all right? I just want to get you out of your own head for a little while.”

Lena sighs. “Where are we going?”

*****

“Alex,” Kara whines, “you promised.”

Alex rolls her eyes. “That was before everything went batshit crazy with your cousin finally nabbing Lex Luthor.”

“Clark has it under control - besides, all that’s been turned over to the police, right? Nothing for the DEO to do, especially not from here.”

“So you just want to go out dancing.”

“Exactly!

Alex throws a button-up shirt at her sister. “Put this on,” she says, “and let’s go, already.”

*****

It takes about four minutes for Lena to claim an opening at the bar, order a glass of whiskey, and shove Jess toward the dance floor. Jess protests but it’s only thirty seconds later when a petite brunette whisks her away for a dance. Lena gamely raises her glass as Jess rolls her eyes and turns her attention to her partner.

She’s on her third glass by the time Jess returns.

“Water,” she requests, downing half a glass and then ordering two mixed drinks. “You should have warned me about the women in this city.”

Lena snorts. Jess raises an eyebrow and realizes this isn’t her friend’s first drink, nor even her second. “How was I supposed to do that? I’ve never lived here. I have no idea what the women are like.”

“Energetic,” Jess sighs, but she fails to hide her grin.

“Where’d yours go?”

“Something about checking on her sister. I’m going to grab a table and she said she’d find me.” Jess reaches for Lena’s arm. “You can join us, you know.”

Lena shakes her head. “Nope.” She gestures to the bartender. “You didn’t want me to be alone, and I’m not. Cathy and I are getting on fabulously, aren’t we?”

“It’s Caitlin, but sure,” the woman chuckles, “long as you’re payin’, honey.”

Jess is less than convinced. “Come on,” she tries again. “I’ll even let you order me a glass of whatever that is you’re drinking.”

“It’s whiskey and you know it. You also hate it.” Lena empties her glass and nods when Caitlyn reaches for the bottle to fill it up once more. “I’m going to the restroom.” When Jess doesn’t budge, still holding a drink in each hand, Lena sighs. “I’ll order another drink and join you in a bit, okay?”

Knowing that’s the best she’s going to get, Jess agrees and winds through the crowd to find a table and her dance partner. Lena finishes her fourth glass and makes her way to the back of the club, following the sign for the women’s restroom.

She ducks inside and closes the heavy door, sighing in relief when the thumping sound of music and the incessant chatter is muted somewhat. A woman in a green skin-tight dress dries her hands and slips past Lena. She listens closely but a glance at the stalls tells her she’s alone.

She braces a hip against the row of sinks and peers at her reflection in the diffused light. Jess has done a good job, she has to admit, though a little too much mascara for her tastes. Still, she decides she looks better than she feels.

And a hell of a lot better than I have a right to feel. She prods gently at the swelling barely visible under her eyes. The drops Jess insisted she use had stung but they did their job, the redness gone, dim green eyes staring back at her from the clouded mirror.

I shouldn’t be out here. She exhales slowly, running one hand through her hair and trying to put it back how Jess had styled it, but the soft curls are lost and she just rustles all of it. Is it right to be at a club when your brother’s been arrested for murdering seventeen people? I’m pretty sure that breaches a shitload of etiquette.

Garish. Heartless. Lena pushes back from the sink. Tears begin to pool but she clenches her jaw. She’s not going to cry in the dingy bathroom of some club.

The music increases suddenly when the door is pushed open. A tall blonde enters, waving and half-calling to someone behind her, something about, “Yeah, just a minute,” and then the door closes again and Lena thinks the quiet is too much.

“Oh,” the woman says, chuckling, stopping short, “sorry, didn’t see you come in. Almost ran into you.” She adjusts a pair of plastic-rimmed glasses and the lenses reflect light against blue eyes. “Hey,” she tilts her head, long hair swaying from a ponytail, “um, are you okay?”

Lena lifts her chin. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, it’s just, well… you’re crying.” She takes a step closer and Lena thinks her perfume is a curious choice - something that smells a little like spiced wood. “Do you want a hug?”

“Excuse me?” Lena is quite proud of herself for not recoiling at the foreign request. A hug? From a stranger? Why would she even offer? Even Jess rarely initiates an embrace, preferring to let Lena dictate the closeness, which tends to leave her out of reach, habitually.

The blonde is sort of holding her arms out as though she expects Lena to accept. “I’ve been told I give really good hugs,” she says with a lopsided grin.

Lena shuffles a half-step closer. She figures it’s the alcohol hitting her - that has to be it. She was fine sitting at the bar, but now that she’s up and moving, the whiskey is making her head spin and she’s maybe a little off balance and that’s how she ends up with a strange woman’s arms wrapped tightly around her, as they stand in front of a row of sinks in the middle of the bathroom.

The blonde is solid, Lena can feel the weight of her, and her hold is firm but Lena doesn’t feel trapped. She knows, somehow, that she only needs to speak the words or shift her weight and the woman would let her go.

But she doesn’t want to move. Not yet.

Hands splay against her back, warmth seeping in through the thin silk blouse Jess picked for her to wear. The breath against her ear is also warm, but not hot, not panting, just calming and steady, like the heartbeat she can feel with her nose pressed against the woman’s pulse point at her throat. Her own arms are drawn up against her chest, fingers tangled together, and she shifts her palms to grip handfuls of the woman’s shirt instead, balling the fabric, and she tries to match the even rhythm of the regular breaths but she can’t.

It’s then that she realizes she’s sobbing.

The breath in her ear changes to sounds, syllables, words, still gentle and calm, clearly going for soothing. She can’t make most of them out, but the strong hands against her back mirror the attempts at comfort, rubbing circles slowly.

She loses herself in the tears and the unusual sensation of support.

“It’ll be okay.”

A time later, Lena begins to make sense of the sounds as the roar of blood in her head quiets.

“I promise. You’ll see. Things will get better.” The blonde hasn’t moved, except to squeeze her intermittently in what is definitively the best hug Lena has ever received from anyone besides her big br - no, can’t think about him anymore right now.

“You can’t know that,” she whispers.

The blonde doesn’t seem startled when she speaks. “Know what?”

“That everything is going to be fine. That anything is going to get better.”

“Sure I do,” she insists, adjusting slightly so she can put her weight on her heels, looking Lena in the eyes though she keeps Lena in her embrace. “Maybe not tomorrow or next month. But one day. And maybe not about this thing in particular - but things will improve. I promise.”

She states it so unequivocally that Lena almost believes her. Lena wipes carefully under her eyes. “I must look terrible,” she sighs, turning to face the nearest mirror. Her mascara is holding up better than she expected and she suspects Jess knew to apply the waterproof kind. Then she realizes it probably just rubbed off on something instead of running down her face.

She looks over her shoulder, at the blonde who hasn’t left, and exhales in regret. “I’ll pay to have that cleaned,” she says. “Or replaced?”

The woman’s brow creases and Lena thinks she looks adorable. Her head even tilts like a confused puppy. “What?”

Lena gestures. “Your shirt.”

She glances down and sees the dark smudged stain of mascara and concealer, stark against the light blue color of the fabric. “Nah,” she shrugs, “it’s okay. Really.”

“I’m not usually this… weepy.”

The blonde shrugs again, expression holding no pity, no judgment. Just understanding. This is a woman who knows loss, Lena thinks.

“I don’t even know your -”

Before she can finish asking for the woman’s name, the door to the bathroom bursts open and two very happy, very drunk women stumble in. They barely notice anyone but themselves as they make a beeline for the nearest stall, the one with the pink Mohawk already attaching her lips to the larger woman’s neck before the door is pulled shut and the lock thrown.

“Well.”

The blonde chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck as the thumps and rustles and moans increase in volume and frequency. “We should, ah,” she motions for the door, “maybe go?”

Lena nods and smiles to herself when she gets a glimpse of a blush climbing to the woman’s ears.

#my replies #my fic #this one switches back and forth on pov a little #i don't do that often?#i think it'll be cute when it's done

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