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aboardthehavocmarauder · 3 years

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Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 2]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

You’re safe with me little one

I’m never leaving you

I’ll protect you until the night falls on my last breath

Y/F/N Y/L/N, I’m here in your darkest hour

I will save you from these dark times

I promise

——

Y/N jolts up hitting the engine head first making herself wince in a bit of pain. She sighs laying back and relaxing for a moment.

“We’re back!” Wrecker announces as Y/N relaxes instantly.

“I’m down here. Don’t start anything while I am”

“Of course Y/N” Tech reassure stepping onto the ship with Wrecker and Crosshair.

Hunter stepped off the ramp and followed Echo as he went to help Y/N if she needed it. But he felt the tension in the space and left to ponder.

“What happened?”

“Well besides Cross and Tech voting for me not to join you on today’s mission, I decided to fix the hyperspace and add in a cloaking mechanism I used...used in my past days,” Y/N says quietly as she connects the device and making sure it is secured as Echo frowns.

“What happened to you that you needed to hide? The cloaking mechanism was for that wasn’t it?”

“Echo...”

“I know my past is all built on war, but it doesn’t mean that it didn’t affect me”

“Echo. I like you the most even if you are the newest to the batch. When I’m ready to trust you. I will tell you” Y/N assured him as she puts the panel back on before heading upstairs with him following with a distance.

Did I push something?

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Please...

A dathomirian stepped into the cell taking Y/N by the throat, getting a good look of her. He dragged his nail in deep into the side cutting into a lymph node.

“Sweet girl...” He smirks retracting his hand. “You’ll carry my marks...to let the Galaxy know”

Who you belong to

——

Tech narrows his gaze on Y/N’s neck as she helps him fly the Havoc. He slows down the drive making her look at him.

“How can you speak?”

“What?”

“The scar on your neck has keloids. That’s deep scar tissue that cannot go away on its own—-“

“For fucks sake Tech, do you want to see the fucking rest of them?” Y/N snaps seeing Tech sit back gripping the steering as the second he was about to speak again— “NO” she snaps getting up and leaving the cockpit.

Hunter and Cross were about to join the two when they heard the yelling and watch Y/N abruptly stepped out. Hunter entered seeing the distressed look on Tech’s face as he sat beside him asking about what happened while Crosshair follows Y/N into the storage.

“Who do you think you are?”

“Excuse me?!”

“You aren’t a leader in this force. You have no rights”

“Crosshair—“

“No! You don’t get to yell at my fucking brother thinking you’re entitled. You are just some prick from Coruscant that’s good with a few fucking tools. You had everything in the fucking hanger. On that fucking planet—“

“IM NOT FROM FUCKING CORUSCANT” Y/N yells at Crosshair as it echoed throughout the ship. “JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE MADE FOR THE WAR AND HAVE SUFFERED. DOESNT MEAN YOURE THE ONLY FUCKING ONE CROSS.”

As Crosshair stops his talk, it wasn’t the right time for the others to join the two.

“What’s all the yelling for?! What did Cross do this time?”

“Wrecker—“

“I said something earlier and I guess—-“

“Shut. Up. Echo” Y/N gave him a death stare as Hunter steps into her view.

“Calm down. None of us meant to push anything”

“But he did” She points at Cross, getting up all his business. “You think you can come in a lecture me about how I treat your brothers? Yes I was an ass and I’m sorry to both Tech and Echo. But you both don’t know me well to start questioning shit. That goes out to all of you.”

Tech held his head down feeling awful as Echo steps back to keep his distance and Cross continued to glare. Before Hunter could stop him—

“If you want to be apart of the Bad Batch, you’re going to have to compromise. Or you’ll die”

Y/N narrows her gaze before stepping back and keeping her distance from all five of them, then taking a step out of the ship and taking a walk.

“Tech, why were you curious?”

“Hunt I didn’t mean to trigger this kind of response. I was only curious about the scar on her neck because in most causes the scar tissue would’ve affected their entire throat making it difficult to heal”

“And Echo?”

“She added a cloaking mechanism into the ship in case we hit some difficult people on these future missions. But this device was old and has been through the ringer. I asked why they used it because they were flown to Coruscant. The device was modified to work on a person. Not a ship until she modified it.”

“You think they are a fugitive?”

“By the scar, Cross. There could be more and I doubt they’ve done anything”

“So a victim” Wrecker finishes seeing all of their expressions go south.

“Or both” Cross adds getting a few looks by his brothers as he glares at them all before leaving.

He’s going to apologize

——

“Code them”

“What?”

“The chip we stole was modified to be...a bit more controlling”

“W-Wait. You’re not gonna—“

“Enjoy the pain sweetheart” The dathomirian smirks watching as the droids locked Y/N’s head in place along with their torso and arms. Leaving her legs to be the only thing not bound. But the kicking didn’t help her.

Neither did the force

——

Crosshair stops in the clearing on Endor seeing Y/N sitting in the middle surrounded by a circle of trees leading to the rest of the moon’s forest. He props himself up against the tree keeping his distance and scanning the scene.

“What are you doing?” Y/N frowns from the ground she sat on, turning to Crosshair. “Hunter is more quiet when sneaking around”

“I was trying to be obvious, doll face”

“Okay...and what the fuck do you want?” Y/N bites getting up off the ground and stepping toward him.

“I was going to apologize”

“And?”

“Your attitude makes me not want to anymore”

Y/N glares before sprinting at him as he caught on quickly. Cross grabbed her hand when she threw her punches but only for her to swing his entire body over theirs.

“You think I’m not fast on my feet little one?” Cross snaps catching his ground not falling to his knees just yet. He quickly slide on the dirt reaching for her torso swinging her toward him as he brought himself close.

Y/N states grabbing his hips bringing her knee up as he blocked the action with his hand. But soon she slides through his legs kicking him in the back knocking him down.

“You can’t be that quick—“

“You don’t know me”

“Right. I fucking don’t” Crosshair bites seeing Y/N’s shoulders relax before rapidly turning toward the tree behind her and forcing a punch through it. “What the hell---”

The tree immediately fell causing Crosshair to swiftly roll over so it wouldn’t fall on him. The fear coursing in his veins witnessing such caused him to look at her with disbelief as Y/N stood proudly.

“No one knows me”

#the bad batch #bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #wrecker bad batch #tech bad batch #crosshair bad batch #echo bad batch #hunter bad batch #aboardthehavocmarauder

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Hi, can you finish that blurb? Just curious

ok ok hold your death threats everyone :)

tw:smut, obviously. throwing up and Painal too ig, but also if you saw the first part of this blurb Colson mentions “making sure it hurts.” so we’re going by implied consent in this one. Some shit may be a little morally eh (as pimping your girlfriend out to your best friend goes) but its all in the name of smut so if youre not into it then just pretend it didnt happen? If that makes sense? okay have fun drink water

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shutting the door behind him, you hear a faint click as he twists the lock. Your eyes go wide as you look up at him from your place on the bed, mouth propped slightly open by the shiny red ball.

Rooks hand is already massaging his hard cock through his jeans as he admires the sight infront of him, his free hand coming up to brush a piece of hair from your face.

You just can’t help but look, your eyes trailing down to where his hand is stroking himself through the rough confines of his jeans

Flipping you on all fours. He doesnt bother to take off your skirt, opting to flip it up and out the way. You feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, a small pain as he tries to push himself in your tight hole and the shaft of his cock as it slips.

After a few attempts he gives in with a sigh, his thumb slipping into your ass, bending it when he reaches the hilt. A moan comes from your throat at the new and slightly intrusive feeling.

It took him putting two fingers in your tight hole, switching from his thumb to pointer and middle finger and pumping in and out for a few minutes each before he managed to fit himself inside you.

It hurt, but in a good way. You could feel him stretching you as he pumped in and out, but you liked knowing you were making him feel good at your own expense. Plus, the noises coming from him only worked to make you wetter. Laying down a bit so your back was arched, you reach under your body and play with your clit, moaning at the release of tension that had built in the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, has Colson ever had your ass before?” He asks, a blush coming over your face. You go to respond verbally, quickly reminded of your current handicap. You shake your head, made slightly difficult by the grip Rook had on your hair. Groaning at your response, his thrusts increase in pace, along with your whimpers, your pleas quickly silenced by the shiny red ball in your mouth.

“Tell me how much it hurts.” He demands, removing the gag from your mouth and sliding it down to your neck, using it like a leash to pull you back towards him.

“Fuck,” you gag, getting used to the feeling of your newly empty mouth “It hurts. I can feel you stretching me.” Whimpering as you make eye contact with him, his eyes full of lost as they trail down your body, grip on the gag wrapped around your neck tight as his gaze lands on your fingers playing with your clit.

“Oh, but you like it? Colson’s right, you are a dirty little slut, and you’re getting exactly what you deserve.” He hums, whispering in your ear “You know, I actually felt bad for a minute, punishing your tight little asshole, but the whole time you were getting off on it. You slut” his tone so accusatory as he releases his hold on your gag, letting you fall to the bed.

“Do you think Colson would be mad if he knew I played in your tight little hole before he got the chance? That I fucked you in your tight little asshole and you liked it. That you’re such a horny little slut you’d let me go against his wishes.” Rook moans, placing a harsh smack to your ass while he relentlessly pounds away, his middle and pointer finger hooking into your mouth and pulling back.

“He’d kill us.” He groans, his pace quickening as he chases his orgasm “M’not gonna cum in you.” he hums, choking on his words “M’not gonna cum in your ass, okay? Colson will never know. And you’re not gonna tell him, yeah? Just gonna be our little secret.” He whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck as he moves a piece of hair from your face

“Ride me.” He says, breathless and laying back in bed, his hard member standing straight. You’re ontop of him, facing the door when you feel his hand come across your ass once more.

Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, watching as he admires your body, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast. Lining him up with your hole, you sink down slowly, a small whimper falling from your lips. Rook groans at both the feeling and your reaction to taking him in your ass, your hips lightly bouncing against him. His gaze locked on your tight asshole taking him, the way it squeezes around his cock, the way you whine everytime you take all of him.

Rooks hands come up to grip your hips, pushing and pulling you to maintain the pace, forcing you to take him again and again and again. Soon his heels are digging into the bed and he’s thrusting inside you, eager to reach his high.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum. Get off me.” He says, not strong enough to pull out himself. You gladly do as he says, slowly turning around to face him, your asshole empty and burning, completely used. You relished in the feeling, knowing that you’d have to deal with it long after he’d came.

The thought that he had just used your asshole and didn’t even bother to cum, causing you so much pain only to pull out at the last second. Fuck, was it hot. You were completely his and there was nothing you could do about it. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you weren’t allowed to object. His toy, his fuck thing, whatever he needed to reach his high. You could cry and beg for Colson, but it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stop until he was done with you.

Rook took a moment to catch his breath, his abs lifting up and down as he attempts to slow his heart rate.

“Get on the floor.” He says simply, breaking the silence. Doing as your told, you feel your knees hit the carpeted floor, glancing up at him for further direction.

“By the wall.” He says. You crawl over slowly, your knees dragging against the floor as you make your way. Standing on your knees, you let your back rest against the wall, staring intently as he makes his way over to you.

He pulls your arms up over your head, ripping the shirt from your body and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling back so you’re looking up at him, watching as he strokes his cock. Pushing down on at the base, he rubs his tip across your tongue before pushing all the way in. He falls into pace quickly, throat fucking you, gagging as you feel him hit the back of your throat with nowhere to go, trapped between the wall and his hips.

Your head bumps lightly against the wall as he thrusts into your throat. You try your best not to gag, but his thrusts are relentless. You try to warn him by tapping on his leg, but he’s too lost in his own pleasure to notice. It’s not until you have an especially loud gag that he realizes what’s happening, a smirk coming across his face as he continues his actions.

“Is that too much? Are you having trouble breathing. Huh? can’t hear you through all that gagging. Lemme see, are you touching yourself again, slut?”

It’s not long before you feel something start to come up your throat. You can’t tell if Rooks actions are purposeful or not, so once again you try to warn him

“Are you gonna throw up on my dick? Good.” he hums in response, pulling a trashcan over quickly. You bend over it, throwing up in to the plastic bag within.

“Keep fucking going.” He says, pulling you back into place, sliding back down your throat. You continue to suck his dick, shakily. The burning in your asshole from being stretched and the burning from your throat starting to take a toll on you.

Just when you think maybe you can’t do it anymore you feel him spurting down your throat, swallowing his load hastily. Rook remains full submerged in your mouth for a moment before pulling out, his head hung back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” He asks, laughing a bit, his hand coming down to support your chin. The action was soft and sweet in complete contrast to the last thirty minutes.

“Yeah, im good.” You squeak

“Awh, let me go get you some water. Poor thing.” He says, throwing on a pair of pants and making his way to the kitchen. Colson must’ve seen him leave, because he made his way into the room, his eyes falling on the bed first, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there. His eyes begin to scan the room, eventually landing on you.

“Oh, hey.” He greets softly, making his way over to you “what are you doing over here? Did you throw up?”

“Rooks a fucking freak.” You reply, wiping your mouth. Colson snorts softly at this, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. The bath was already all set up for you, bubbles and all.

“Clean up real quick and then we can cuddle.” He says, placing a kiss on your cheek as he allows you to stand on your own “Need any help?”

“No, thank you.” You reply, climbing into the bath.

Eventually, you were out and dry, wrapped up in blankets next to Colson while he rubbed your back, Rook sitting at the end of the bed.

“Wait, so what all did ya’ll do.” He asks, straining his neck a bit to look over at you.

“I dunno,” you blush, burying your face in his shoulder “we fucked.” Both of the boys laugh softly

“Yeah we just like- Fucked,” Rook laughs again as he explains “she blew me for a little bit.”

“That’s it? She just, like, blew you?”

“Nah, I mean, we did anal at first.” Rook admits, Colson’s jaw dropping in shock as he looks over at you.

“You didn’t tell me you were into that.” He says softly, pouting. You glance down at Rook, who’s rubbing his eye “I’m not mad, I just didn’t know it was something you’d be into.”

“That’s okay, now that he knows he’ll be sure to use that information to his advantage.” Rook adds, smirking.

“Yeah, exactly.” Colson laughs, booping you on the nose and taking a moment to look at you before placing a kiss there aswell.

“Alright I’ll leave you guys to that, i’m tired.” Rook says, yawning and stretching as he stands up.

“Really? It’s only 12Am, you never go to bed this early.” You say, glancing over at the digital clock next to you and colson’s shared bed.

“What can I say, you tired me out.” He winks, getting hit in the back of the head with a pillow as he goes to leave.

“Hey, watch it.” Colson jokes, “and give us our pillow back, please.” He continues, mumbling the last part.

~*~taglist~*~

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heavyns · 4 years

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sickly sweet

smut; 3rd year hinata x f!reader

i solely made this bcus 3rd year hinata made me feel some,, things

includes: yandere themes, hinatas senpai kink im sorry, breeding kink, noncon/dubcon??, aphrodisiac

clarifications:

betas can get mates but however do not undergo heat like omegas or get as affected by an omegas heat like alphas they do however still ovulate if theyre female

its always the male that leaves the mating mark. and all males can knot. it doesnt matter what the sub-gender is

heats vary from omega to omega. hinatas is usually every 2-3 months and lasts a week.

you smelled so good. felt so right. skin so soft and warm. he nuzzled closer to your neck, slotting himself in, he was practically sitting atop you. he couldn't think properly, his sight was hazy and mind dizzy with each intake of breath, small waves of pleasure running over his body. and he wanted more of it. needed more of it.

he knew the effects his scent had. especially on heat. sure it worked less with betas, but he can feel your breathing becoming more and more labored the more he snuggled closer. but you kept trying to fight it, kept trying to push him away. and he for one isn't about to have that.

"shouyou senpai. please! let me go you're on your cycle-" he cut you off with a small nip to your neck.

an even sweeter smell starting to pool south as your resolve grew weaker by the second. it wasn't just his scent making your desires grow after all, the aphrodisiac he set in your drink earlier must be taking its effect now.

"i know." he hummed. he knew this little cuddle session won't last, his body was craving more, he was craving more. and he knew you were too. he could feel your body reacting in tune to this,

a small whimper left his lips as your hands trailed from his shoulders down to his hands gripping your waist, placing them atop his. your last meager attempt at prying him off.

"senpai, i-i can get your suppressants for you-"

"don't wanna. i want this. i want you."

"it's your heat talking a-and i'm not even an alpha."

"please (y/n). i want you. i need you."

he already knew what cards to pull. his sweet little beta couldn't say no to that. not when he's panting and practically begging for you to give him release. so when he feels your arms stop fighting him he delves immediately for your lips. and god he was in heaven. its exactly how he fantasized this would go and even better. and he starts getting more greedy. you break it off to catch your breath but he dives back in, catching your tongue. his hips start rolling against you, your uniform's skirt hiking up.

he quickly switches both your positions and soon a small growl leaves your lips as you tugged at his blouse. your mind kept screaming at the red flags and how you had to stop this but your body just wanted more more more. you were acting on pure impulse and want. and what your body wanted was to please senpai. it'd be rude to deny him of the help and release he needed.. right? omegas were made to breed and betas to serve.

so you didn't relent. not when he took your clothes off. not when he took his off. and not when he slips his cock inside you.

hinata was in bliss, in cloud 9. he knew fucking during heat was amazing but god nothing would ever compare to this. not even the time he snuck in a few sleeping pills into your drink at a study date with him and he ended up not being able to control himself as he rut against your oh-so-tempting thigh.

he didn't even give you time to adjust as he started thrusting into you. how could he not start after all when you're hugging and squeezing your senpai's cock so well. and he wants more.

"god (y/n) you're so beautiful. and warm. and tight. fuck you don't know how long i had fantasized about this." praises start tumbling from his mouth.

"you know i actually keep track of your cycle too. it's amazing how your ovulation lands right on when my heat comes too! it's like the universe wants us to breed right?" he started rambling, stars dancing in his vision. you nodded along, far too high on his overwhelming scent and how thicker he was getting by the minute.

"and we'll do that. we'll spend the whole week- no. each cycle- no. our entire life like this. together! and you would bear our pups-"

and that's when the haze cleared enough for your mind to think coherent thoughts. "s-senpai!" you started to protest. god he was going to knot you! and you were indeed ovulating, high chance is he's going to impregnate you.

he starts giving loving kisses and bites on your neck, meeting your gaze with a delusional and lovesick look in his eyes. and you knew exactly what he was going to do next.

"no. nonononono shoyo-senpai please don't-"

your protests are cut short as a scream erupted in you throat. he marked you. he made you his mate. and as pleasurable as the pain was, tears started to flow down because you didn't want this. even if your body won't comply to the orders of you stopping this, you feel disgusted, violated and sick.

he simply flashes you a grin and starts kissing the tears away, thinking its from the override of pleasure. because he could feel it too. if his senses wasn't already overflowing with everything related to you, now it was especially heightened. and he wasn't going to last much longer.

"oh you'll be such a perfect mate. you've always been such a good beta. you've always treated me so sweetly and attentively and made sure you pleased your sweet senpai." you feel the thrusts becoming more shallow, his hands gripping your hips more tightly as he guides you to roll it into him.

"always such a good girl. you'll take it right? you'll take my knot and all your senpai's seed right?" you could only nod as his nails started boring into your skin, sure to be leaving bruises in its wake the next day. never noticing not once did you stop crying.

"good." and with one more thrust, he pushed it in. your entrance throbbing and trying to adjust to the new added girth. you could feel yourself bulging from his cum that kept pumping into you. he kept peppering kisses on your neck and your face as he kept spouting i love yous. you moaned out from the overstimulation as his hips kept bucking up into you.

your sobs started to let up as hinata just left open mouthed kisses on your chest, you cockwarming him as you both waited for the knot to die down. and when he pulled out, a heavy stream of thick cum flowed out and dripped down your thighs.

staring at the sight fondly, he gives your abdomen a soft kiss and looks up at you with that same lovesick gaze paired with a smile. and your hand subconciously touches the mark that bonded you both together. eternally. and you feel the tears well up again.

#haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #hinata #hinata shouyou #yandere hinata #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #yandere x reader #haikyuu smut #yandere smut #hinata smut #yandere #idk how to tag help #my writings

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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean.

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo)

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?)

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears.

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.”

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA" (wtf our they communicating ???? ? ) i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit.

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up.

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil.

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years

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narcos: dating them would include: poison hc

ok wow so i hope this is what you guys were looking for? it’s long as usual :)- so,, read away!

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak

Warnings: NSFW!

roberto ramos- ‘el poison’, ughh even his name has me sweating-

let me just say, you would be his one, his ONE weakness,, even though he will never admit it, tough bby

but every single one of the guys from the medellin cartel see it otherwise when they see his small shift in behavior when he’s in the room with you-

the most loyal mf in Colombia,

like if he’s going to be loyal to Pablo Escobar until his last breath, I can’t even imagine the amount of loyalty and respect he would have for you-

will never have eyes for anyone else after you- he honors you,,

he would have so much love for you whenever he looks at you, just having the urge to smother you in kisses every time he sees you walk by,,

but having the hard exterior that he has, especially in front of the other hitmen, he won’t ever show his softness public,

he’d just give you a small grin and maybe a tap on the ass when you pass by him,,

“que paso, mamacita?”-

ok, but taking you to clubs for your dates is his favorite thing to do with you :))

just, the way you both would turn heads when you walk in together,, showing up with the biggest smiles for only one another,, wow

He will never leave your side no matter what, too, he always has his arm around your shoulders, or holding your hand as he escorts you about towards the table where the rest of the sicarios are at, waiting for the both of you,,,

he wouldnt need to introduce you to any of them because they know who you are, youre apart of their bond,

and also because you keep poison in a good mood, he’s always easy going when your around,

i can imagine when you get tired of sitting around with him,, you’ll pull on his arm, telling him you want to dance,,, just the way he’ll fucking smile at you, not hesitating to get up,,

and the way the rest of the sicarios just start to laugh at whipped poison has him turning around, threatening them like,,

“Cállense, o les meto un plomazo a todos, huevones”-

wOW, him giving you his jacket when your cold, he’ll wrap it around you, giving you a quick kiss on the crown of your head, hugging you into his side again….

his kisses: he doesn’t mind giving you forehead kisses but he would probably save the intimate kisses until its only the two of you, he prefers to be in private, so only you see that side of him :((

ok i feel like poison would want to keep his ugly sicario business as far away from you as possible but he also wouldn’t keep you in the dark with what he does, ya know?

like he’ll tell you that he had to go take care of some bum for pablo but he would never tell you how he did it, knowing that you don’t have to know those details,

he keeps it simple and minimized, not wanting to totally scare you away from him,,,

uggh, you would be the only one that can manage to get a crack of a smile out of him in front of others,,,like a genuine one,

he’s always on edge and serious because he never knows when someone will try to pull something,

but you just have a way letting him naturally relax a little and have his eyes shine the very moment he looks at you, the small heart eyes he has, omg

protective poison: no one, and i mean no one from medellin would dare disrespect you unless they want to be meeting the end of poisons gun-

he would feel like he failed you in some way if he sees you upset, just walking up to you, gently grabbing your tearfilled face,,

“que hijo de puta tengo que matar ahora, mi cielo?”- fuck the way he’ll never raise his voice at you no matter what-

but he would personally murder anyone who dared hurt a speck of hair on you, making sure you never experience that pain again-

i can imagine poison being someone to call you randomly whenever he has time throughout the day, just checking in on you, wanting to know what youve been doing, or if you want to go on a date tonight, just spontaneously-

it makes his mood brighter just hearing your voice, even if it’s through the phone,,

the little smile he has when you call him mi amor or something, just,,,, you make him feel so many emotions he didn’t think he had, he can’t help but love you even more if it’s possible,,, :((

im giggling, i can see him being pissed off at sure shot for doing some dumb shit, just yelling at him like “por que es tan putamente dificil seguir las ordenes del patron, pues”, just ready to strike at him-

But then his phone would ring and just, his voice becoming all normal because youre on the phone, “que paso, cariño?”

the first few times that happened, the guys would be so confused because his attitude would go from 100-0 in a second, theyre just like ??? whats happening?

but then once he hangs up, he’s going straight back to being pissed at them, probably telling them to hurry up and follow the fucking orders this time because he has to go pick up some groceries for you afterwards-

just, the hint of soft poison showing- my heart

he would probably have a gun for you at home,to defend yourself if he's not there just in case,, because he would destroy all of Medellin before someone would hurt you, his family.

NSFW:

alright,so I don’t see poison being someone to “make love”, he’s a top sicario, he’s tough and kills people for a living, he doesnt do soft sex-

he’s here to ruin you, leave you throbbing and aching even before he’s done with you-

poison’s a dom, he’s having you weakly pushing him away, pleading to him that you cant take it anymore from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

but then him just grabbing your hands, pinning them to the bed over your head or behind your back,,

nibbling on your jaw as he continues to push into you again, your raspy moans and impulsive rise of your hips only encourage him more,,

“vos si puede, yo te conozco, mi cielito” omg

like, nothing pleases him more than seeing you constantly lose your mind, beneath him,,

creasing your eyebrows and moans of his name leaving your mouth,, as your hand wanders down to your lower stomach where you swear you feel him as he pounds into you-

the intense stare he’ll give you when begging gaze meets his,, your vision becoming blurry as he picks up his pace- wow

ok but did i mention blowjobs? because this man loves them, he’s selfish when it comes to having you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed from his cock, one of his favorite views

he has to be standing because it makes you feel more vulnerable as he stands all tall, looking down at you, and how your always willing to pleasure him so easily,,,

“hijo de puta-“

just him grabbing fistfulls of your hair as he leans his head back, steadily thrusting into your mouth while you gag on him when you take him all in your mouth, oK

can you imagine welcoming him home after he’s been gone all day, like just waiting for him by the door in this lingerie you bought that day to surprise him or fuck it even being naked for him as he walks in through the door,

just him slightly pausing, taking you in and smirking when he locks eyes with you,

“Esta es la sorpresa que vos me dijo de?”

he’s already striding towards your giggling form as he guides you back into the nearby wall, his hands wandering all over your body as your hands come to tangle into his soft styled hair,,,

wall sex, ok hear me out-

he would be too caught up in the moment that you would wear a lingerie for him, just waiting for him to come home to surprise him,,, that he couldnt wait to be inside of you,

and especially with the way your desperately trying to take his clothes off,, pulling him closer, not wanting to break away from him,,,

he’ll be picking up one of your legs, resting it in his arm, overwhelming you with his kisses, not bothering with taking off your underwear, just moving it to the side-

driving his hips up into yours while you throw your head back onto the wall, letting out a moan of his name as he sinks his teeth into your neck-

Wow, the way he’ll keep your body up when he’s repeatedly ramming into you, nothing but the slapping of skin and your moans filling the room,

it has you seeing stars for hours even when you cant stand up anymore,,,

just, hanging onto him for dear life when he reaches in between your bodies with his rock hard cock still inside of you, flicking your oversensitive clit, as you tug on his hair, i-

omfg, let me tell you about the idea of wearing just his leather jacket,

like maybe there was a time where he caught you wearing it with nothing but your underwear, or maybe its just the idea of you wearing his things that arouses him the most,,

but, padre santo, the way he pounds into you at a unforgiving pace, watching the way your writhing body sheens with sweat under his jacket-

youre letting out loud sighs of his name, just getting drunk off of the smell of his cologne thats still on his jacket, the way the cool of his ring on his hand feels, wrapped tightly around your neck,

his other hand would grip your thigh, as he looks down and watches as your body takes in his cock so eagerly-

god, everything just feels 10x hotter because the leather of his jacket would start to stick to your body,,

his thrusts never once losing momentum even if he’s made you cum multiple times already and your just grasping your own hair, not knowing what to hold onto anymore, i-

Poison cant even look at you the same way anymore when you wear his leather jackets over your outfits when your out with him,,,

he’s just imagining how he had you on your back last night, powerless, crying his name out loud, he he held you in place to stop you from squirming away,,

your shaky legs, struggling to stay spread apart for him as he watches your tits bounce through his jacket after each of his thrusts- im sorry i had to

quickies in the car,,,,, that is a thing in your relationship, and it would be the only time he would let you be on top-

he’s busy all the time,,, like he’s constantly around Pablo all day, following orders left and right, that he just needs a quick fix,,,

just something about watching you desperately bounce on top of him pleases him,,,,

he would have a bruising grip on your hips, bringing your body up and down on top of his cock, leaving marks on your breasts,,,

your hands would be on his chest, your nails digging into him,, just trying to meet his rough thrusts,,, squeezing your eyes shut at times because it feels so good,,,

it has you fogging up the windows, the air becoming thick from both of your heavy breathes,, as neither of you look away from each other,ok

#narcos #narcos imagine #narcos imagines #roberto ramos #poison #roberto ramos x reader #poison x reader #did i deliver? god i hope

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strayficks · 5 years

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Combined these two! For anon and @haneulpati 💝 sorry this took so long to finish, but here it is now. Hope you like it! And requests are open again, request for other groups and skz are accepted, make them as descriptive as possible! ⚘

"What the fuck?" You felt dazed, memories of last night coursing trough your head as you propped yourself on your elbow. You didnt even drink anything, how the hell did you get he- you just remembered. 'I dare you to sleep with Jinnie.' Jisung's voice rang in your head as a grunt subconciously forced it's way out from your throat.

"Damn him." You muttered. By 'sleep' doesnt mean fuck, well, it was the first thing that came to your mind when he said it. Jisung meant 'sleep' as in closing your eyes and waking up, nothing to do with any sexual interaction. You agreed of course, you would be a dumbass if you were to pass an opportunity to 'sleep' with your crush.

You were trying hard not to look beside you, but your head moved towards his direction. Your heart was thumping againts your chest, knowing what's coming but wondering at the same time. You watched the way his chest raised and fell, a frown on his brows as his plump lips uttered something that oddly sounds like a moan.

Your eyes widened, is he having a wet dream? You took your eyes off of him immediately, shutting your eyes and ignoring the strong urge to keep watching. You didnt even notice he had opened his eyes, until he spoke up, that is.

"Gonna keep staring?" You jumped a little, shocked and flustered. You gathered yourself for a second, thinking of a way to respond to the guy you've been crushing on for the past three months.

"You are very attractive. Therefore, i will stare at you." He rubbed his eyes, a lazy smile reached his lips. His brows were furrowed after he looked at the clock perched up on the wall of Jisung's room.

"It's literally 4 AM. Go back to sleep." You scretched your arms, curling your toes as a way to cover your blush as you turned away from him, legs dangling off the bed and thoughts still running inside your head about what he was dreaming about.

"Cant. Where's Jisung? Im gonna kill him in his sleep, do we have a chainsaw? Or a lawn mo-"

You felt a tiny push on your back as the bed moved.

"Let's cuddle, c'mon. You can trust me." You looked behind your shoulders, you cant help but stare at his features. From the way his lips were parted with a teasing smile, the way he looks agonizingly good when he literally just woke up. Your heart noticed this too, god, you might just be having a cardiac arrest right then and there.

Your eyes would've traveled further down if the rest of his body wasnt covered in a blanket.

"You can't trust someone who looks that good with a bed head." You muttered under your breath, which stopped midway when you heard him say;

"I heard that, you know. Would you reconsider if you were sober?"

You were facing him now, legs crossed as he settled his head on his hand, elbow propping his head as he asked you.

"I am sober. The question is, are you?"

"Fuck yes. Cuddles?" He was holding up both of his hands in the air, a silent gesture for you to fill the gap in between his arms. You might regret this, but the giddy feeling bubbling up in your stomach is just cheering for you to jump- wait, cuddle him. You squirmed under your clothes, fidgeting with the thin fabric until the words flew out.

"Fuck it." You crawled closer to him, catching a glimpse of his face as he wiggles his eyebrows. You were nervous yeah, but you were enjoying every second of it without a doubt. It was until Hyunjin put his hand over your stomach to make you closer, your butt making contact with his groin.

"Hyunjin! I thought we were cuddling!" You rolled off of him, laying on your side as you looked at him dissaprovingly. He shrugged as a beautiful smile adamant on his lips.

"Change of plans?"

"You're lucky i like you, or else-" Hyunjin cuts you off with a kiss. It wasn't gentle kiss; it's rough and hungry, like Hyunjin has suffered an insatiable thirst for you. His tongue pushes into your mouth and tangoes with yours as you kissed him back. Our mouths move against each other's frantically; you dig your nails into his back, his arms, the nape of his neck and through his hair.

"I was dreaming about you." The throbbing sensation between your legs was growing, even more so the harder Hyunjin's erection rubs against the thin layer of fabric separating your clothed thigh from his.

"Well, dreaming about fucking you." Hyunjin's mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting hard enough for you to hiss and gasp in pleasure and a bit of pain.

"Maybe i can help?" You were aware of what you were doing. You were kissing your crush for god's sake. Hard, that is. Your eyes rolled back and close to the rhythm of his mouth teasing and torturing you sensitive skin. You bit his ear gently, but it does little to faze him. And as you bite and taste his skin in your mouth, he undoes the buttons of your jeans, stopping to ask you.

"Are you sure?" He asked, eyes burning against yours as he looks for any uncertant reaction. You nodded and brought his face down to your again.

"Im sure. I want this." He removed every piece of clothing you had on, your naked body is exposed to him, pressing against his clothed body. You pressed your thighs together to satiate the pulsing sensation of your pussy; one that Hyunjin can effortlessly cause on you.

Hyunjin grips the collar of his shirt and pulls it off over his head after you sit on the bed. It's like the holy grail, seeing his body exposed so close to you. His shirt is tossed to the side, and you were given an unrestricted view- the firm muscles on his stomach, the veins tracing his skin.

Your breathing fluctuates when you look at him; he has the body of a god, undoubtedly. And all You want is to get your hands on it. Sure enough, he lets me. With a bite of his lip, Hyunjin gently takes your hand in his and places it on the higher point of his stomach.

You suck in a breath and look up at him; over the strong definition of his arms, his skin is hot to the touch. He suddenly flips you over on your stomach, you can't see what he's doing, but you can hear just fine. Being so restricted in sight is nerve wrecking, and only having your hearing aid increases your apprehension even more.

He's unbuckling the rest of his belt, tossing it onto the floor before unzipping his jeans. You want to turn around; you want to see him completely naked and bared to you, but you know he wouldn't let me look at him

"You have the perfect ass," he says, tracing his finger down your spine until his hand grabs you there.

"Arch your back a little so I can feel it against me." You do as he said until your ass is against his hips. His erection is firmly against you; you can barely breathe.

"Perfect, baby," he beams behind me. "You're fucking perfect." He takes a moment to slip his jeans and his briefs off. The condom wrapper he got from the pocket of his jeans opens; he puts quickly and situates himself behind you again.

You can feel the entirety of his cock now without it hidden behind his pants. You whimpered out and begged for it all, and he gives it to you -one swift movement and his shaft is deep inside you.

You cry out into the sheets; he doesn't move, only holds it there and basks in on your moans

"How badly do you want me to thrust, hm?" he asks you before groaning. "Fuck, I can feel your pussy throbbing already."

"Badly," you answer, begging him to fuck you without restraint. His body presses into your back, his hands pinning your wrists above your head and into the mattress before he moves his hips and motions his dick in and out. You panted and gritted your teeth in pleasure as he moves faster; you can feel the tip of his manhood back at your clit before it returns inside you again. He grunts simultaneously with the hard thrust of his erection that made you scream.

And he continues to please you quickly beforehe slows down and creates a rhythm withhis hips that pushes his dick into a different direction inside of you-a direction that rubs against the upward section of your walls.

"Pull my hair," you breathed out. "Please."

Hyunjin's laugh makes electric sensations all throughout your body. With one hand holding your wrists down, the other holds your hair and yanks it back. He stares at you from the right side of your face. You looked back at him before he pulls your hair back further. He's as restless as you are. He lets go of your wrists and snakes his arm underneath you, pressing his body deeper into yours while holding you up beneath from your hips.

You support myself up with my elbows but it's a tiring job; your limbs are useless at this point. And when he begins biting and kissing your ear and your neck, you almost collapsed. Hair still held back, he kissed you hard on the mouth while grinding into you slower and slower. His body is hot against you; you can feel his chest, firm and strong, push and pull with his breath. Youre close to coming, but Hyunjin won't let you.

"Don't come until I say so," he said to you. The rasp in his voice is driving you crazy; it's makiing it harder for you not to come.

He thrusts faster, his groans and grunts audible instead of concealed like they were before. Letting go of your hair, he uses both hands to prop himself up above you to move even faster. The bed moves with you, damn. Jisung's gonna be mad but you couldn't care less at this point; you cried that you were going to come. but this time he lets you. Your pussy convulses around his manhood before pulsing to a speechless and gasping for air.

One last push of his hips and Hyunjin comes shortly after. His last movements are rough and abrupt before his dick jerked inside you into climax. His breathing is heavy, gradually settling to a pant. You lay on the bed and rested your face into the sheets as he finishes off. And before he pulls out, his forehead lays on my shoulders. You can hear him laughing an airy laugh, mixed in with the rigid nature of his rapid breath.

He pulls himself out and got up. You want to get up, but you were nearly immobile; right when he is out of you, you realized how big his dick was.

Jesus, you feel like you took more than you could handle.

"He was supposed to just 'sleep' with her." The alarm on your face and Hyunjin's is a quick shift from how you guys were before. You jump up and hurry for your clothes while Hyunjin rushed to put his jeans on.

"My poor bed! Fuck. So much for a dare."

Jisung said with his mouth agape and standing in the doorway, Minho trailing behind his back with a dumbfounded look on his face.

#hwang hyunjin #skz imagines #skz smut #stray kids #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines

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inanimate-insanity-headcanons · 4 years

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Here is the fanfic of nickel singing with a side of bickel

crow submitted:

The show has ended a couple years ago, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

Suitcase won, to manys suprise. After a while though, everyone though that she deserved it. She didnt even keep it; She gave it to Oj for him to use to run the hotel.

How sweet of her.

Everyone is talking and interacting with eachother. Nickel is talking with Baseball while sitting on the couch. Suitcase and Balloon are enjoying their time together, Yin-Yang is fighting. Everything is as normal as it gets here.

Until theres a knock on the door.

Some people turn to the door, mixed emotions all through the people who heard the knock.

“Hey, Nickel? Can you get the door please?” Soap asks.

“Alright” Nickel responds, sliding off of the settee and walking to the door. While doing that, another set of thunks come from the door.

He grips the doorknob and twists quickly, but before he could pull the door open it slams into Nickels body, full force, and sends him backwards. Knife catches him before he can hit the ground, though.

“Mephone what the Fuck?!” Knife yells as Nickel holds his head and groans in pain.

Once Knife knows Nickel regained his bearings and isnt in pain anymore, he props Nickel back onto his feet. Nickel thanks Knife, who rubs his upper back slightly with a tiny smile.

Nickel looks at the door to see Mephone in all his not really wanted glory. A chorus of annoyed voices rupture from the past contestants as Nickel wanders, and sometimes stumble, back to Baseball, who gently holds his face is his hand and asks if Nickels alright.

“im fine” Nickel mutters as Baseball lets out a relaxed but slightly concerned sigh.

They both turn back to face Mephone as he nonchalantly basks in everyones annoyance.

“alright alright i know i know… Be QUIET!-” Mephone yells while snapping his fingers, silencing everyone “-One question at a time please”. There is a cheeky smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Soap questions, walking to Mephone. Mephones smile became more smug and nonchalant.

“Well, i know how much you guys missed being in Inanimate insanity-” Mephone started.

“No we didnt” Trophy interrupts, an extremely pissed off expression on his face. Mephone stared at him in annoyance, before letting out a short sigh. “SO, i decided to have a challenge after so long!” Mephone finishes, a uncomfortably happy tone in his voice.

Everyone either gasps or groans. Mephones grin quickly turns to a frown a everyone reaction, before, just a quickly, changing back to a smile.

“Dont worry, its not gonna get anyone hurt, the challenge is actually pretty peaceful!” Mephone explains.

“Whats the challenge?” Balloon asks, nervously.

“Its a Singing competition!!” Mephone says. Everyone is suprised. Usually the challenges require people to do something physical.

“I decided that the challenge would be easy, so here are the rules. And get into your season 2 teams and go outside!” Mephone says.

Once everyone begrudjingly trudges outside and groups together, Mephone lets out a salisfied huff while walking outside himself, leading the teams to the stage where the old eliminations took place.

“good! now, you much choose one person from each team to sing on stage.-” Mephone motions to the stage. “-theres no need for any coordinated outfits or dancings or anything like that”.

"The other team members will be watching on the bleachers-“ Mephone quickly motions to the bleachers. ”-And.“

"Who will be judging the performers?” Baseball interrupts, walking towards mephone with Lightbulb following him.

“Yea Mr.phoneman!-” Lightbulb leans on Baseballs side. Baseball only glances at her. “Who will be judging our lovely singers”. She motions to the rest of their teammates, who are talking between each other.

Mephone stares at lightbulb, annoyed at the nickname she used for him, before letting out a small hmph.

“You will!” Mephone exclaims, motioning to the two of them. Baseball and Lightbulb both raise their eyebrows in shock, Lightbulb gaining a smile.

“Wont that just let us use bias for judging?” Baseball asks, slightly concerned. “Ive figured that out! if you guys use any bias or opinions while judging, like purposefully giving the other team a bad score, even if their great or giving your own teammate a great score, even if they suck, then your team will immediately lose!” mephone explains, pointing a finger to the team leaders before swinging his arm back so his side in a relaxed manner.

The two people only look at the host and respond with a ‘okay’ before walking back to their respective teams.

Lightbulbs Pov~

Once you and Baseball split off to your separate teams, you quickly begin scouring your fellow cast members to try and guess who has an absolutely spectacular voice.

You cant choose who to sing so you play enie meanie minie mo to help you decide.

Enie, meanie, minie, mo, catch a tiger by its toe…

…

And you are it!

Your finger lands on Painty!

“Heeeyyy Brush full of paint!” You beam at your tall friend, strolling over to them before leaning against their side. Paintbrush looks down to you, staring at you in slight suprise then gaining a curious look.

“Can you do me a-” You make an broken ok symbol with your hand, “-Itsy-Bitsy little favor and-”

“You want me to sing, huh?” Paintbrush chuckles. “Sure, i’ll sing”.

You stare at them for a short while before grinning at them and hugging them. “thank you!!!!!” You cheer, bouncing up and down before hugging them tightly. Paintbrush lets out a soft huff while smiling. You let the painter go.

“I wonder who Baseball is gonna choose.” Paintbrush mutters to you, leaning down so you can hear it.

Baseballs POV~

You scan over your team once again and sigh.

Who do you choose?

Nickel is amazing at singing but doesnt like singing in front of anyone other than yourself, Suitcase is far too anxious, Balloons voice is too high to be enjoyable, you doubt Knife will sing, Trophys an ass and you dont even want to talk to him, Soap will probably only sing the song she made herself, microphone will probably make everyone deaf, and cheesy will make puns instead of sing.

You feel stumped.

You decide to try your luck and ask Nickel to sing.

You look over to where Nickel is and walk towards him quickly. He doesnt seem to notice when you stop right next to him, nor when you kneel next to him. Hes probably zoned out.

“Hey Nickel?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his upper arm.

Nickel goes slightly rigid under your grasp but relaxes when he turns and sees you. You take your hand off his shoulder.

“What, Baseball?” Nickel questions.

“Can you sing for us?” You ask hopefully. As soon as the words left your mouth, Nickels stoic yet curious face shifted to an annoyed pout.

“Why do I have to sing?” Nickel complains, crossing his arms. You frown yourself and let out a short sigh.

“Please?” You beg. Nickel looks away from you and lets out a hum. You hmph and think for a bit. Puppy dog eyes. They always work on him.

“Nickel…” You plea. Nickel turns back to you and, as soon as he looks you in the eye, his pout drops as he stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds. In those seconds you can tell Nickel was struggling to not cave under pressure just by the, almost guilty, look on his face.

“Fine! I’ll sing for our team” Nickel barks, quickly turning away from me and shutting his eyes.

“Yes! Thank you!” You cheer quietly, engulfing his body into a bear hug. Nickel huffs, but hugs back anyway. Once you both let go, you stand up and turn back to the others doing their own thing.

“If it makes you feel better, once we are done with this you can wear my jacket” You say, looking down to him. Nickel looks up to you with the ghost of a frown on his face.

“I was gonna steal it anyway” Nickel verifies. You expected him to do that, so you arent surprised.

No Ones POV~

Right after that interraction, Mephone walks to the two teams.

“Have you guys figured out who will be singing?” Mephone questions, gaining everyones attention.

Once the team captains both respond with an affermative noise. Mephone smiles slightly and calls for the two singers and the captains to come and meet him backstage.

“So, here’s what you’ll do,” Mephone says, Mepad standing next to him patiently.

“The singers go in alphabetical order, so Paintbrush will go first, and then Nickel.” Mephone says, pointing to Mepad. Mepad has the team logos, The Bright lights above the Grand Slams, displayed on his screen.

“When the designated singer comes onto stage, one of the judges will ask the person what they are singing, the singer will tell what they are singing, and they judges will let the singers sing. easy, right?” Mephone Verifies.

Mepad had cute cartoons of grey circles with stick limbs displaying everything Mephone explains.

Once The four contestants give some sort of action to show they got it, Mephone starts again.

“The judges will then rate the singers performance based on how good the singing was out of a score of 10 each, so the highest a singer can get is 20 points. Understand?” Mephone finishes, looking at the four for verification. The four contestants all said yes.

“Great! You will have until tonight to prepare for your performance. Dont let anyone know what you will sing.” Mephone says, waving a hand to dissmiss the others as he turns to talk to Mepad. The contestants leave.

“soo… What are ya’ll gonna sing?” Lightbulb Inquires, turning to the other three people. Paintbrush snorts softly, Baseball laughs, and Nickel facepalms with a small, cute smile.

“Lightbulb… Did you not hear what Mephone said?” Paintbrush asks, looking down to the blonde. They ignore the other two leaving them to be alone with Lightbulb.

“MmmAyyybe??” Lightbulb says. She sways her hips in a playful manner before skipping to Paintbrush before they could get too far away.

“You will have to wait until when we perform” They confirm, point a long finger and tapping Lightbulbs nose. Lightbulb giggles.

All of the contestants talk amongst eachother, some conversations more pleasant than others, until Mephone walks infront of everyone and calls for their attention.

“So, I gave instructions to the singers on what to do. All you guys have to do is wait for me to return later so we can hear them sing. You can go back to the hotel and do what you want, or whatever. Oh By the way, theres not gonna be a prize, since this is just for fun” Mephone says, waving his hand dissmissingly.

The teams then start to walk, or run, back to the hotel so they can go back to what they where doing previously.

“Im guessing you already know what your going to sing?” Baseball muses while turning away from his book, now sitting next to Nickel on the sette in the lobby.

Nickel only responds with a hum while he sleepily leans against Baseballs torso.

Timeskip cause im lazy ,_,

It is just about time for Nickel and Paintbrush to perform. The two are standing backstage, Paintbrush is pacing anxiously and impatiently and Nickel fiddles with the strings of his guitar, playing a small tune.

They both can hear Mephone giving a speech on whats going to happen in a couple of minutes, then the others chatting amongst themselves. Time seems to be passing a bit slower than normal, and soon Nickel zones out and Paintbrush sits next to him.

“Alright, Paintbrush, Its your time to shine” Mephone says, walking up to Paintbrush and Nickel. Paintbrush quickly hops up from they seat next to Nickel, the latter snapping back to reality.

Nickel bids Paintbrush a 'good luck’ as they walk onto the stage.

Once Paintbrush is at the center of the stage, and their behind the microphone, Baseball and Lightbulb stop their soft conversation and turn their attention to Paintbrush. They feel a little more nervous, but they supress it quickly.

“Hi Painty!-” Lightbulb perks up and waves.“-What are you gonna be singing for us tonight?”. Baseball lets out a very quiet sigh with a small grin on his face as Lightbulb kicks her legs back and forth excitedly.

“uh, im going to be singing Little Lion Man by Mumford and sons” Paintbrush says, their nervousness slightly obvious.

“Alright, you can start singing” Baseball says, sending Paintbrush a comforting smile.

Paintbrush smiles back before the songs music starts playing. They wait a few beats, take a breath in, then they grab the microphone and start singing

“Weep for yourself, my man, youll never be what is in your hea~art.

Weep little lion man, your not as brave as you were at the sta~art.

Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left.

Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.”

Baseball leans forward slightly and Lightbulbs quietly squeals while bouncing in her seat.

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didn’t i my dear~?

Didnt I, my dear.”

Music plays and Paintbrush takes a few breaths. They messed up a few times, but their performance is so far really good.

“Tremble for yourself, my man, you know you have seen this all befo~re.

Tremble, little lion man, youll never settle any of your sco~res.

Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck”

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

Didnt i, my dear.”

Paintbrush takes a deep breath as they survey the bleachers, taking a break before they have to sing again. Everyone seems to enjoy their singing.

“A~h

A~h

A~H

A~H!”

“BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT MINE.

AND IT WAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE.

I REALLY FUCKED IT UP THIS TIME, DIDNT I, MY DEAR~?

DIDNT I, MY DEAR.”

The music stops. Home stretch.

“But it was not your fault, but mine.

And it was your heart on the line.

I really fucked it up this time, didnt I, my dear~?

Didnt I, my dear.”

Paintbrush lets out a sigh of relief. The song is over and people are applauding. They relax and, put the microphone back into its stand. Paintbrush perks up when they hear Lightbulb talking

“You sounded Incredible Painty!!!!” Lightbulb cheers, still clapping a few seconds after everyone else stops.

“Thank you” Paintbrush says, rubbing the back of their neck.

“You did great paintbrush! But i have to deduct a point” Baseball says, guilt obvious in his voice. “You sounded really good but you messed up a few times. Not too much though”.

“well, ye, you did do mess up a few times, but it didnt really hinder your lovely singing, imma give you a nine out a ten!!” Lightbulb beams, holding up her hands, ond finger bent.

“soo.. I got eightteen points?” Paintbrush asks, giving the judges a confused look. Once they give Paintbrush a 'yes’, they hum and walk backstage.

Once they enter the room, Mephone turns to Nickel and motions for him to go onto stage. Nickel quickly gets up and hurries to the stage.

Before anyone says anything, Nickel quickly lowers the mic stand to fit his height, letting out a small huff.

“Hey Nickel! What are you going to sing?” Baseball asks, giving him a small wave and a smile while ignoring Trophys mocking comment about Nickels height. Lightbulb also waves to him, but she was a lot more energetic.

“uh, Im gonna be singing Hallelujah by Pentatonix” Nickel responds, lightly rocking on the balls of his feet and strumming one of his guitars strings.

“Alll Righty-do! You may commence singing!” Lightbulb Declares extending her arms as if she was presenting him something.

Nickel nods before starting to play his guitar. After four beats of pretty notes he starts singing.

“Well I heard there was a secret cord.

that David played and it pleased the lord.

But you don’t really care for music, do ya~?”

Almost everyone stares in awe, most people gasping as well. Some, mainly the women, can feel their eyes tearing up. His voice is beautiful. Like an angel. Deep like his normal voice, extremely smooth and rich, lullaby sounding. It feels like a saint came down, straight from heaven, just to sing for them.

Baseball only smiles lovingly.

“Well, it goes like this, The fourth The Fifth.

The minor fall, The major Lift~.

The baffled king composing Hallelujah~!”

A couple of the contestants who had tears in their eyes previously start sobbing. Mephone, Toilet, Paintbrush even Mepad, who doesnt have emotions, feels completely silenced due to how incredible Nickels singing is. Everyone feels the cant do anything; They’ve been completely mentally broken due to the gorgeous singing, unable to do anything else but stare in awe, cry, and mutter swears.

“Hallelujah

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~ujah.”

Nickel takes a soft breath in, opening his eyes slightly to look at the ground. He shuts them again. After four more beats, He starts to sing again.

“Your faith is strong, but you needed proof.

You saw her bathing, on the roof.

Her beauty, in the moonlight, overthrew you~.”

“She tied you to, The kitched chair~!

She Broke Your Throne, And she Cut Your Hair~!

AND FROM YOUR LIPS SHE DREW THE HA~ALLELUJAH!”

“Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~ujah.”

Nickel relaxes more as he lets the song flow and the notes come naturally. Baseball seems to be the only one whos not paralyzed by the sheer amazingness of Nickels singing and just basks in the beauty of his voice, most likely because he has heard Nickel sing before.

“Baby I’ve, been here before.

Ive seen this room, and ive walked this floor.

I used to live alone before i know you~.”

“And ive seen your flag, on the marble arch~!

And Love Is No~t A Victory March~!

ITS A COLD AN ITS A BROKEN HA~ALLELUJAH!!”

Nickel takes in an unnoticable breath.

“Ha~allelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~uJA~AH!”

Everyones eyes, minus Baseballs obviously, widen as some peoples eyes move to cover the open mouths, amazed at the sudden shift from extremely powerful to soft.

“Maybe there’s, a god above.

But all I’ve e~ver learned from love.

Is how to shoot somebody, who outdrew you.”

“And Its Not A Cry~ That You Hear At Night.

ITS NOT SOMEBODY, WHOSE SEEN THE LIGHT~!

ITS A COLD AND IS A BRO~KEN HA~ALLELUJAH!”

Final stretch. Nickel furrows his eyebrows as he gets more and more emotionally into the song.

“Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelu~uJAH~!”

“HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELU~UJAH!

"HALLELUJAH!

!HALLELUJAH!

HALLELU~Ujah~”

After Nickels voice fades from loud to soft to nothing, the only noise left is the final four beats of the song. Everyone stares at Nickel, utterly astonished and unable to bring themselves to do anything but gape at him. The ones crying continue to sob.

The only thing that snaps everyone out of their trance is Baseball clapping. Soon, once everyone comes to their senses, everyone else joins in. Nickel stares at them, concerned and slightly flustered.

“T-That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!” Lightbulb cries, sobbing violently. Baseball glances and her, then back to Nickel with a concerned smile.

After Lightbulb shouts, all of the contestants, minus Baseball, began to scream compliments about how amazing his voice sounds and questions along the lines of 'Why havent you sang to us sooner?’ and 'Can you sing to us more?’.

Nickel winces and backs up with uncomfortable look on his face, trying to get away from the loud group of people.

“uh.. I think you guys should quiet down. We need to give Nickel his score” Baseball says to the crowd, looking back to them with a concerned look on his face. When the crowd quiets down, Nickel lets out a relaxed sigh and moves back to his spot behind the microphone.

“So..uh, what score did i get” Nickel asks, strumming his guitar quietly.

“Ten! your singing is incredible!” Baseball says, happy and loving smile on his face.

He turns to lightbulb, expecting her to say something, but he is met with the girl agressivly trying to rub tears out of her eyes. She stops after a couple of seconds, blinking with wide eyes, before letting out a relieved sigh.

“Dude, bro, your voice is unreal!” Lightbulb exclaims, a large grin on her tear stained face “-I would give you a thousand if i could, but sadly im only able to give you a ten”

“Ok, i got a twenty” Nickel verifies. Before he can turn to walk backstage, Mephone appears, with Paintbrush, next to him.

“The Grand Slams win! By two points.” Mephone announces, ignoring the suprised stares from the past contestants.

“You guys can go and do whatever, now” Mephone instructs, waving his hand while walking off the stage.

Everyone stars getting up and walking back to the hotel, some stopping to stretch their legs. Nickel and Paintbrush walk offstage, Nickel stopping to put his guitar back in its case. Some of the people walking back to the hotel talk about how stunning Nickels voice is and why he would hide it.

Baseball waits for Nickel to come and walk back to the hotel with him. Once he sees Nickel quickly walking towards him, his guitar case strapped on his back, Baseball smiles and waves to him.

“Hi Baseball.” Nickel says, walking with the tall man back to the hotel. Baseball responds with a friendly hello. They talk as they walk back to the hotel together. Once their both situated back in the hotel, and Nickel has put his guitar down in a corner somewhere, Baseball hands of his jacket, as promised.

“I feel like i messed up when i let you convince me to sing” Nickel muses, not not moving from where he sits, leaning against Baseball while he read.

“What do you mean?” Baseball asks, turning from his book in favor of looking at the smaller male in confusion.

“Everyones probably gonna ask be to sing constantly.” Nickel mutters, furrowing his eyebrows, crossing his arms, and letting himself fall down so he is now laying across Baseballs lap.

Baseball lets out an understanding sigh as he begins to run one of his hands up and down Nickels back, returning to his book.

"Your singing voice is really pretty, so i wouldnt be suprised.“ Baseball says calmly, "But if it annoys you, you can tell them to stop”. Nickel flips onto his back and looks up at him. Baseball stares softly at Nickel and gives him a nice smile. “Yea, but their just gonna ask why, and if they dont ask why their gonna say 'But you have such a good singing voice’ and other annoying shit” Nickel whines.

“If they ask why or ask you anything like what you described, you can just tell them you dont want to sing. And if they keep bugging you then ill step in and Tell them that you dont want to sing” Baseball offers, opening his arm as Nickel sits up again, wrapping is around his waist.

After Baseball says that, Nickel utters a soft 'Thank you’ as he relaxes and gently burries his face against the formers chest. Baseball goes back to reading his book.

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THIS IS SO GOOD??!?!? ajhgiusdhfkjdsf i love this crow you’re a blessing....love these babeys ksajdhgkjdgj

#writing #submission #inanimate insanity #ii #bickel #nickel ii #baseball ii #lightbulb ii #paintbrush ii #skdajfhsdkfhfj crowww this is v good #crow has arrived!

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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I was tagged by @writing-with-melon I hope my answers aren’t complete waste or if time and if so I’m sorry and I love you

Rules: Answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

1. What song automatically plays in your head when you look out the window on a long drive?

i dont really have an answer for this. i think i just automatically think about any song ive been listening to recently or any song that has been stuck in my head.

2. Do you have some snacks nearby when you write?

well i live in a two story house so the kitchen is downstairs and im usually lazy busy so since i have a mini fridge upstairs i just usually get water to drink while im writing. its kinda hard to eat and write cuz i loose focus really easily so when i am writing i am writing! i am in the zone! but if i am a little hungry ill usually snack on candy like chocolate kinder joys i love them but they r so expensive or snack on chips but i get like salt on my fingers or i like cheetos so cheetos dust and that just gets everywhere and later my hands and keyboard kinda smell like fart. 3. What do you do to combat creative burnout?

so burnout happens to me a lot so to get inspiration i either read other stories or fanfics which gets my head gears turning or i admire a piece of art or photography or a song. whats so unique and satisfying with writing you can explore and go anywhere with it, hehehe erotic if you know what i mean lol jk there are no barriers with writing just your imagination. there is inspiration any where you go and id advise to never stop writing. even if its a few short sentences or paragraphs about anything even bird poop its still progression and your mind is working and your searching for words like its all good for you bby. 4. Do you use (or like to use) prompts?

i do ill put the link here. im thinking of changing it though to do something different.

5. What is your favorite place to write?

lol boring, i know but my room. my room is really bright in the mornings and comfortable and chill and i have a candle of the pandora ride in disney that smells like the ride so its all good and relaxing and super peaceful plus i have a picture of myself the age of like 9 on my desk idk why but it encourages me and makes me focus to make sure i never get that cringy again.

6. What is a hobby or yous that you usually don’t talk about?

well i like working out HAHAHAHAHA jk that was a joke...get it...cuz i much rather be eatingokillstop. but i really like to draw which i have a art page you can see it if you click here pls look at my failed attempts to be hip and cool with the cool kids and being artsy fartsy. another hobby is i really like to do makeup and nail art, nail art is really tough guys no joke if you do it like you got wizard powers are something. maybe its bc my nails are shorter than pete davidson and ariana grande’s relationship, alright im trying to stop i swear!

7. Do you play an instrument? Which one?

no i wish though. i always wanted to learn to either play the piano or electric guitar cuz H.E.R looks so cool doing it.

8. How do you feel about your handwriting?

it sucks dont even try me. my sister can barely read it like no wonder nobody wants to steal my signature heck they can’t even read it!

9. Can you tell us of a story that marked your development as a person? As a writer?

ok sit back guys, sniff a nice amount of crack and get ready for the most cringy moment of my life but also a time when i knew i was meant to be *inhale* a fanfic writer.

so it was elementary school, i think 3rd grade and for my writing assignment we were given a prompt of idk what the heck tbh i think it was like be outside the box and im like ok imma nail this cuz im a weird child and yeah so i got my papers and pencil and i went TO TOWN on this paper. so i wrote two stories. one short story with a picture to go with it and one long story that yeah i buried years ago. so my first story was about a farmer was about that farming life. he had chickens and dairy. so i cant remember if the cheese was spoiled but doesnt matter. anywho these cheese and a chicken were alive like they could talk in the story and i gave them faces, yikes. but the whole story was the farmer was a b*tch and he was trying to eat the chicken and cheese so they hatched a plan to get away from the farmer. they did it successfully and they ran away. yay happy ending my teacher actually liked that one me too and my school mates were thinking what they heck is this girl on i made a story about how me and justin bieber made cookies for Christmas you know. so then my other story i was more proud of this one cuz it was a tone of paper, sorry trees, and this story was about how a female hippo (girl i was all about plus size and thicker girls and no body shaming) and an male ostrich were kidnapped from their own habitats and taken to become circus animals. failed version of Madagascar hey mine was before the circus movie OK THEY STOLE IT FROM MEEEEE. so they get taken and are treated to harsh punishment and the animals can talk and i think its in the point of view of the male ostrich guy thing. they are in the circus and they start to have this relationship happening. love starts blossoming its all good. im happy with this cuz i believed in love at age of 8. they find a way thru a kick butt scene of the animals escaping and the hippo and ostrich are so in love that they run away together and they have half hippo half ostrich babies and i think i named the species hipstrich or like ostppo idk but i was so proud of this story and when my teacher read it she was worried about me lol i think she thought i might like mate these two animals like secretly idk but she was like it was ok and i was like what this is frickin William Shakespeare writing or like F. Scott Fitzgerald writing. nevertheless it taught me a lesson that nobody else needs to like what im writing the main point and only thing that matters is if your proud of it and you like it and i really did. i will remember that story forever and thats what made me want to be a writer. lol sorry that was a lot.

10. @emdop I’m going to use this great question: Explain one of your WIPs in the most ridiculous way possible.

wellllll im working on my peaky blinders oc story its a lot of drugs money killing weapons jewelry rich profanities like its the show but written from my stubby hands so my oc and whatever its great and so excited to show it to you guys.

MY QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO START TUMBLR?

2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING OF THIS WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

3. WHAT QUALITY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT?

5. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE?

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD?

7. IF YOU COULD VISIT A PLACE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

8. WHAT SHOW OR MOVIE UNIVERSE WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IN?

9. WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

10. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE IN THIS WORLD THAN ANYTHING ELSE?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories, @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms, @naughtyneganjdm, @lenahellgizibe and two random followers @spiritsent, @sucker-for-my-fandoms

i was tagged by @writing-with-melon again ty btw, ps i felt so much pressure lol jk 😊

Rules: Answer 5 questions, Ask 5 questions, Tag 5 people.

1. What is your favorite book?

fifty shades of grey hahaha naw my favorite book is obv you all know this is series of unfortunate events but i never usually cry period and i never cry for books ever so when i read mrs. tom thumb by melanie benjamin, its the part when her sister minnie dies i cried so hard idk it was just emotional the wording the way she described her pain it was so beautiful written yet so sad and that was just amazing to me cuz im like this book made me feel things and im like wow i would love to write a book one day and make someone feel something whether it be sadness anger happiness annoyance anything they are having an emotion and that is super powerful to do that with just words. pls go check out that book its a good read. also im a fan of the greatest showman so i really enjoyed it. there are many other books tho that i thoroughly enjoy so much.

2. What piece that you’ve written are you most proud of?

oh my god ive always wanted to be asked this question hands down i am always proud of my platonic gender neutral tony stark fic called in·con·sol·a·ble window to me i wrote it so sad and i was feeling like depressed lol when i saw peter die in infinity war like i didnt know what to do with my life tbh but im so glad that @impetrichorny requested it tysm i just like how its not based on romance or fluff or happiness it is based on when you lose someone the nightmares and sadness you go through and that there is nothing nobody can do about it except just be there for that person so i really like writing angst and something that was out of the box. ive been thinking tho of doing a part two since the fate of all the characters has changed after endgame. who knows tho.

3. What is the last song that inspired you?

well for art it would have to good news by mac miller when i did that kobe bryant memorial on my art page. i dont want to give it away though but ill just say some very powerful womens music inspired my oc writing and making.

4. How do you feel about letting people read what you write?

at first i was scared cuz i thought i wrote like trash which that feeling kinda doesnt go away like some days i feel that way others i feel confident or it depends on the request it just depends but anyways i was always insecure about my writing so when i started writing it was more like lets see how this goes if not ill delete the whole page. im glad to say it went great but in the begging it was hard cuz i kept putting myself down but i learned to accept or just understand that you keep learning with writing you always learn knew things with writing how you can explain something better or you words get more intricate and people see the improvement and you do too thats why i applaud those who dont speak english that english isnt their first language. you are doing a tremendous job and keep practicing cuz you’re gonna make it to the top. ive also learned that some days are not my days and you can take time off when youre not feeling it when you have writers block. just recollect your juices sip some tea go to the beach relax your mind a little and take as long as you need to come back and give it your all. also comments and reblogs and likes a follows those meant so much to me and encouraged me. thats why i cant express it enough how much all those mean to writers, artist, photographers, anybody who is truly trying their hard in this area of social media. its makes a person happy smile and confident in their writing but first train your mind into loving what you make not what others thing. you have to be happy with the outcome that is what truly matters and what makes your writing the best. look at me getting philosophical.

5. Do you get distracted easily? If yes with what?

yes and with porn haha i get distracted easily like very easily homeschooling was really tough for me. music distracts me, netflix, the urge to watch david dobrik or unus annus or buzzfeed unsolved on youtube, heck my farts distract me. i gotta be like troy bolton i gotta get my HEAD IN THE GAME!

MY QUESTIONS:

1. IF YOU COULD BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE NAMED?

2. WHAT PERSON INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?

3. IF YOU KNEW THE WORLD WAS ENDING TOMORROW WHAT WOULD YOU DO TODAY?

4. WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER?

5. WHATS YOUR WEIRD COMBINATION FOOD?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS IF YOU FOLLOW ME OR LIKE MY STORIES TAG ME ILL READ YOUR ANSWERS. HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING MWUAH

#ask #@writing-with-melon #rambles #writing #tips on writing #unus annus #david dobrik #netflix #buzzfeed unsolved #peaky blinders oc #kobe bryant #mac miller #tony stark #peter parker #the greatest showman #tom thumb #troy bolton #zac efron

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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I was reading this "ex prompt list" and while I want you to write all of them, I really liked this one: "You talk about me in your new song and I get mad over it, so I’m standing outside your apartment door to argue, only to see you open the door half naked." Thank you, darling! You're a gift!

She’s on her way home from work when she hears it. Listening to the radio isn’t something she does, not anymore, but her car can’t connect to her phone’s Bluetooth and she forgot the aux cord, so it was either the radio or silence.

She probably should have stayed in silence.

Because for the first time in three months, for the first time since she was in Target and heard one of his songs over the speakers, she hears his voice.

And she hates it.

But she apparently hates herself a little bit more because she doesn’t change the station or turn the radio off. She doesn’t recognize the opening chords to this song. She recognizes the chords to every song. She knows all of the lyrics, all of the rifts and pauses. She knows everything.

But she doesn’t know this one.

It’s quiet, sullen, the usually prominent instruments muted in the background so that his voice comes through as clearly as possible. It takes her thirty seconds and two references of a swan flying away – really subtle there, Jones – for her to realize that the song is about her. She has to pull over to the side of the road, making several different cars blare their horns at her, but she can’t…she can’t listen to this while driving. She can’t hear him sing a song that’s clearly about their break up. She has to listen, but she can’t do anything else.

She can barely breathe.

He sounds broken. But she knows that’s on purpose. He records those songs a million times over, until he gets them exactly how he wants them to be, so she knows that he’s manufactured it this way. She’s watched him record enough songs to know how things work.

How dare he do this.

How dare he put their private life out there for anyone with ears to hear.

Hot tears sting behind her eyes, and she has to bury her face in her hands while her throat constricts, emotion lodging itself there and making her feel as if she has to vomit. Or as if she can’t breathe. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything.

All she knows is that she misses him. She misses Killian.

But right now she hates him for making her relive their breakup, for making her relive the agony that was the weeks and months of separation that inevitably led them to walking away from each other.

Or maybe it was her.

She’s not sure. If anything, it’s all a blur of tears and alcohol, sobs wracking her body while she was unable to feel anything but pain. She’d waited so long to find someone who understood her, who wanted to be with her with no reservations, who wouldn’t leave. But then he had left. It had been for work. She knows this. She understands this. Despite everything, she wants nothing more than for him to be happy and to follow his dreams. She just wishes it didn’t come at the expense of them.

She just wishes she’d been strong enough to handle the months of separation and the way that their schedules never matched up, the way that they were constantly missing each other when they tried to call.

The song ends and immediately something happy, upbeat plays through her speakers. She’s having some kind of meltdown on the side of the road, and the world keeps going by. Cars continue to drive by, shaking her bug with their momentum, and the song that’s about one of the worst periods of her life is quickly forgotten and replaced by something about…dancing in a club. It’s literally just about dancing.

She lets out a watery chuckle, the emotion that was lodged in her throat clearing the slightest bit so that she can breathe. Was she not breathing? She might not have been breathing.

Now that she can breathe again, she inhales, sucking her chest in before letting out a gush of air in an attempt to calm herself. In her review mirror she can see that her face is red and splotchy, that her eyes are still watery, and she has to wipe away the snot that’s formed at her nose.

It’s as she’s rubbing her eyes, trying to clear her vision, that all of the sadness starts to twist, transforming into something else entirely. She’s pissed. Absolutely pissed. And she can’t help but think of her earlier thoughts when the song first started playing.

How dare he do this to her.

How dare he write that song and put it on the radio.

Before she knows it, she’s putting her car in drive, looking over her shoulder to make sure the road is clear, before she’s pulling off of the dirt and onto the pavement, speeding down the road in the direction of Killian’s apartment instead of toward hers, driving in the direction of the place where she lived for so long. She knows he’s home, that he’s in town. And she only knows this because David still talks to him, still talks about him, and she overheard David talking to Mary Margaret about Killian being home for the next few weeks and how they’re going to go out for a pint to catch up.

She knows the path to his apartment better than she knows the path to her own, a right here followed by another until it’s a straight shot to the parking garage underneath his building. She still has her sticker, the one that lets her inside. She never could get the damn thing off.

But now it’s useful as she pulls into an empty guest space, hastily getting out of the car and slamming the door shut as she makes her way over to the elevator, hoping that the code hasn’t changed and she can still get inside. It’s only two minutes before she’s standing in front of his door, the momentum and adrenaline propelling her hand forward until she’s banging on the wood so roughly that her hand might actually hurt.

She hurts.

Every bit of anger, of malice, of disappointment that she has is on the tip of her tongue, posed to be spit at him as soon as she sees him, but then the door is swung open and she sees him for the first time in…shit. It’s been five months. It’s been three months since she heard his voice in Target, but it’s been five months since she’s seen him.

And he’s now standing in front of her with his hair damply falling across his forehead, water trailing down the hair of his chest, and the words of his tattoo peeking up over the white towel he has slung across his hip.

Fuck.

She doesn’t have any other words, especially as his fists clench and the muscles in his arms strain while his jaw ticks. He’d look surprised when she first showed up, his lips parting before closing, almost as if he had something he wanted to say. But now he looks angry, a storm raging behind his eyes, and all she can think about is the time that they went to Bermuda for their anniversary and spent the entire week either in bathing suits, a towel, or nothing at all.

“What are you doing here, Swan?”

There’s no anger in his voice though. It’s calm, even, and it’s that fact that gets her back on track. He sounded broken in the song. He’s obviously not broken like she is.

“How dare you write that song,” she spits, trying to keep her voice just as steady, knowing that she’s failing. “You just put our life, my life, out there for everyone to hear.”

“No one knows it’s about you.”

“I do! I know! Our friends know! Everybody goddamn knows! I’m driving down the road on my way home from work, trying to live my life, trying to move on, and I just have everything that I’m trying to forget thrown back in my face like that.”

“Love – ”

“Don’t call me that,” she cries, hating how her voice cracks. She shouldn’t have done this. She shouldn’t have come. She should have never let her emotions drive her, but that’s always what’s she’s done. She’s never been one to be able to hold back when she really feels. “I am not your love. You’ve made that very clear.”“Swan,” he grits, crossing his arms over his heaving chest, “if you want to yell at me, come inside. I have neighbors, and I don’t think we want them witnessing this.”

She huffs, disbelief that he’s actually inviting her inside so that she can continue this emotional breakdown, but her feet still carry her inside, her eyes glancing over the apartment the moment she gets inside. It all looks exactly the same.

She hates that it all looks the same.

Something should have changed.

All of her stuff is gone.

She’s gone.

Something should have changed.

She turns around to look back at Killian, who’s locking the door behind him before running his hands through his damp hair, pushing it back on his forehead, before he’s rubbing his fingers over his scruff. She hates how good he looks almost as much as she hates that that’s what she’s focusing on.

“Why are you here?” he sighs, the indignation he had replaced with acceptance. “The song? You’re mad about the song?”

“Of course I’m mad about the song. How could I not be? Have you heard it?”

“I wrote it. And in case you’ve forgotten, I have dozens of other songs about you, nearly every one of them on a record somewhere. You never seemed pissed about those then.”

“We weren’t broken up then.”“Well whose bloody fault is that? Because it’s not mine. I didn’t want to break up.”

“You think I wanted to break up?” she screams, not caring about staying calm while her entire body heats, her skin feeling overly warm and her head throbbing while her heart pounds. “You think I wanted to be having breakdowns on the side of the road because I can’t handle reliving parts of our relationship. You think I wanted to be the girl who sat at home and cried every time you didn’t pick up the phone? Every time you had to go one minute into our conversation? Every time I went out with my friends and heard your voice on the speakers at a bar when I hadn’t actually heard your voice in days? You think I wanted that?”

She can’t…she can’t breathe again, her heart beating far too quickly in her chest. This isn’t healthy. This isn’t good. She needs…she needs to sit down. So she does, collapsing to the ground and resting her back against his hallway wall while she wraps her arms around her knees and lets herself have another breakdown.

Who the hell needs dignity?

“Emma,” Killian sighs, and that only makes things worse. He never calls her Emma, not unless something is important, and she hates herself for this entire situation. She hates that he is able to still have this power over her, that she still loves him so much that she can’t fathom the fact that she’s not with him.

“Emma,” he repeats, kneeling down next to her, his towel opening as he squats, which really doesn’t help the situation at all. “Are you okay?”

“Do you think I’m okay?”

“No.” His thumb reaches up and wipes away the tears on her cheek. That’s the first time she’s felt his touch in five months too. And it’s also what makes her look up to see that he’s got a tear falling onto his cheek too. “I’m sorry, lo – Swan. I’m sorry that you heard the song and that it hurt you.”

“Why’d you write it then? You had to know that I’d hear it eventually.”

“Because I hurt too. Music is how I deal with things. You know this. You’ve always known this. And how the hell else am I supposed to deal with my heartbreak?”

“By writing the damn song and then not putting it on the radio.”

“I had to fulfill my contract. I had to release a new single.”

“Don’t you have another one? One that’s not about us?”

“No.”

She sighs, leaning her head back against the wall and tightly closing her eyes all while she physically aches. She aches for them to be back to normal, aches for this to not be happening anymore. She should have never come here.

“How long are you home?”

“What?” he stutters, his voice visibly shaken.

She opens her eyes and looks back at him, attempting to even her breaths. “How long are you home this time? How long until you have to leave again?”

“A few weeks. I’ve got to go back and meet with the guys for a couple of days at the end of September.”

She doesn’t know why she does what she does next, but before she can stop herself, before she can think straight, she leans forward and slides her lips over his in a harsh, demanding kiss. Her hands are in his hair in an instant, using the soft strands to tug him closer, and his hands find her face, the warmth and roughness of the pads of his fingers holding her to him as well. It’s like being connected, like being right, after so many months of not feeling like herself, of feeling like something in her life is off kilter.

Like something is wrong.

She doesn’t care that they shouldn’t be doing this. She doesn’t care that she shouldn’t be pushing Killian against the floor, the hardwood uncomfortable under her knees, and she doesn’t care that she’s losing her mind over the way that Killian’s groaning into her mouth and thrusting his hips up against hers, the towel doing nothing to hide his arousal.

And she really doesn’t care when they stumble away from the entrance of his apartment and fall back into his bedroom, quickly and surely moving against each other in the way that they always have. He feels good, fantastic, and she knows she should never be thinking about she and Killian together when they’re very obviously having a relapse, a collapse back into the them they used to be.

So she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t let herself not enjoy this, but she can’t speak, she can’t return Killian’s words of ecstasy and affection while he moves inside of her and above her. She simply falls into how good, how right, this feels, and figures that she’ll…she’ll figure it all out later.

It turns out when later comes that she’s still not ready to figure it out. She still doesn’t know what to do. Instead of getting up and leaving when they were finished, she didn’t. She stayed. She’s not sure that she had the strength to leave, that she even wanted to, so now she’s wrapped up in one of Killian’s sweaters while her legs are stuck in between his and his hands are trailing through her hair. She feels his heartbeat under her palm, the slow rise and fall of his chest a rhythm that she knows better than any other.

A rhythm that she knows better than any song he’s ever written.

“Sex doesn’t solve our problems, Swan. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she confesses, snuggling closer to him despite everything. “I don’t…we shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t even still be here. I’m not sure what came over me, over us.”“A hell of a lot of emotions.” She feels his lips against her forehead, the sweat that’s gathered there being pushed away. “We’ve got…there’s a lot left between us, love. There was never anything wrong between us, I don’t think. I just wasn’t there.”

“That’s kind of what went wrong. You can’t be in a relationship without being there.”

“But it’s not us. It was the distance, my job.”

“Which is your dream.”

“Aye, it was my dream,” he confirms softly, running his fingers through her hair and down her back. “It is my dream. But I should have never let it come between us. You’ve been my life for half a decade. You have been there for absolutely everything, and I should have tried harder, should have done more.”

“I don’t think there was anything either of us could have done.”

“I could have made more time to call. I could have scheduled breaks between cities. I could have booked a flight for me, for you. I could have done so much to save us, to make you feel less alone.”

“Killian, this isn’t all on you.”

“No, no, it’s not, but I’ve had five months of living alone, even when I wasn’t here, to think about all of the things I could have changed.”

“Me too,” she sighs, lifting her head from his chest and untangling her legs before she moves to the other side of the bed, putting distance between them all the while Killian rubs his hand up and down his face trying to work out the stress lines. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t either. Do you even want to try again? Or are we chalking this up to a one-time thing? To a fallback?”

For the first time since she’s shown up here, he sounds as broken as he did during the song. He sounds like she feels, like there’s something missing, something just out of reach. He sounds…he doesn’t sound like Killian. Not the one that she knew. Not the one who woke her up in the mornings with a smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. Not the one who sang while he cooked, often burning the food because he would start writing down the beginnings of a song.

He doesn’t sound like the man who loved her.

The man who she loves.

“I don’t want it to be that,” she answers honestly, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. “But I can’t go back to how we were…what do you want?”

“You.”

A shiver runs down her spine, gooseflesh popping up on her skin.

“That’s all. You just want me?”

“Always, Emma,” he promises, his lips ticking up on the right and the lines around his eyes crinkling while his tongue clicks. “But you’re right. We can’t…I can’t leave like that. I can’t do things just for me without considering you. And you can’t let me just do it and say that things are okay.”

“I kind of figured you knew things weren’t okay.”

“You’ve never lied to me, so I didn’t expect it then. I always believed the words that you said.”

“So what are we doing, Killian? What do we do?”

He shrugs, sitting up against the headboard. “We try again. We make compromises. We do better. For ourselves. For each other. And maybe I don’t put a song out without letting you know.”She smiles, the first genuine smile without heartbreak hidden behind it, for the first time today. Maybe for the first time in months.

“I’d like that.”

It takes more than one day for things to get back to normal. It takes weeks, months really. Killian was a constant part of her life for five years, but after nearly half a year apart, things don’t simply snap back. Trust has to be rebuilt, routines have to become routine again, and she has to learn that things are never going to be perfect and that compromise is a hell of a lot harder than simply saying the word. You actually have to break and bend, give and give up, but it’s worth it if you want to make things work.

She wants to make things work.

Killian does too.

And the next time she hears a song on the radio that’s about her, Killian’s voice isn’t broken. And neither is her heart.

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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morning light {John Deacon}

Anon asked: do you think you can write more fluff for deacy like a lil “morning after”ish bc i’m sad and i love him

A/N: 1877 words. I’m in sever pain and my ankle Hurt. I just want BoRhap’s Another One Bites The Dust!Deaky to tell me it’s going to be okay so picture him, and also just pretend he’s not married please and thank. Not exactly what the prompt asked for but God i’m a sap.

It’s... it’s weird waking up in the morning, and he’s still there, sprawled out beneath the duvet, morning light peaking through the curtains. Not weird bad, just weird. You didn’t really think you’d get this far; you’d been working as an assistant for the company that produced a majority of their music videos, and somewhere along the way, they’d started remembering you. Well, actually, John started remembering you.

It had started with ‘We Are The Champions’, in which you had the tedious job of being more or less an usher for the audience, though it was just a small crowd. While you were seating a particularly excited bunch close to the front, you look up for a moment to see the band warming up, and John Deacon smiling fondly at the excited audience members, before he looks to you. For just a moment, you share a look, and he gives a single nod of solidarity, which you return, before you both go back to your jobs.

When you show up to the filming of ‘We Will Rock You’, practically freezing your ass off in Roger’s backyard, you debate ever getting in to the music industry, and offer to go get coffee and tea for everyone as something to keep you moving.

“I remember you.” You’re so focused on the warmth of the drinks in your hands that you’re surprised when someone says more than ‘thank you’ when you give them theirs. It’s John, smiling at you, shivering, and holding the styrofoam mug so tightly you’re a little afraid it might burst.

“You do?” You answer, and his smile turns amused, before your brain kicks into gear. “I- yeah, I was there for the last shoot.” You agree. “I’m Y/N. I’d shake your hand but-” You gesture helplessly, both hands holding trays of drinks.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you, Y/N, I’m John.” He says, as if you don’t know, and you have to bite back a giggle. It’s then, when he sees the way you smile, and can feel his answering smile brighten, that he decides he likes you.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you too.” You nod at him and he thanks you for his tea before you move on to the others, only preening a little bit when they praise you for bringing them warmth on the cold, winter day. ‘I remember you’ plays in your head on repeat; you can’t stop thinking about it, about the way he grinned at you like he’d know you his whole life, and you realise a few days later, when you’re still dwelling on it, you don’t even remember how cold it had been, just his smile.

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” On the set of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ you’re the one everyone turns to as the go-between for the band and the crew, seeing as how you’d been working with them for over a year at this point. Now, you’re holding out a water bottle to John, pulse a little quick when he fixes you with a surprisingly affectionate grin of thanks, “I was asked to give you guys these.”

“Is that the water I asked for? That was quick; Y/N you’re a bloody legend.” You hear Roger call from behind you, bounding down from behind the drums to snag one of the other three bottles from your arms. John stays quiet as he takes the drink from you, watching Roger with an amused smile.

“I’m parched, thank you, dear.” Freddie takes the second, and after you and John share a look, an endeared smile at the grabby but thankful nature of the others, you turn, raising the final water bottle above your head.

“Brian?” You call, and he looks up from where he’s been tuning his guitar.

“Is that for me?” He asks, and you nod with a smile. He comes to collect the drink, and they all disperse back to their original places.

“We really do have to stop meeting like this; it’s what, the fifth time?” John finally agrees once they’re out of earshot, and you turn back to him, grinning.

“Sixth, actually.” You say, and he nods, making a face like he’s cataloguing the information in the back of his mind.

“Six, wow,” and after a beat, his gaze returns to yours, “six videos and I’ve never seen you at a wrap party?” At that you duck your head with a chuckle.

“I work during the week.” It’s easy to admit; it’s not that you dislike parties, persay, but you’re also not fond of turning up to your day job hungover. John hums, low and thoughtful.

“You should come to tonight’s.” He says, and you hesitate for a moment, looking up in confusion. “You don’t have to drink or anything - ignore whatever Freddie and Roger say - but it’d be nice to have you.” After a beat, he shrugged with a small smile. “But only if you want to, of course.” And you can’t help the small, pleased smile that makes it’s way onto your face as you head back to your station.

You do attend the party, squirrel yourself away on a sofa in the corner of the room, nursing your drink and talking to a revolving door of people who are getting progressively drunker as the night goes on. It’s getting close to midnight, however, when John finally joins you. The two of you had had a few conversations during the night, but he was inevitably pulled away by someone else, and you didn’t like to admit to the sinking sensation in your chest.

He asks you if you’re enjoying it, but your answering smile and nod is unconvincing. Truth be told, you were feeling a little lonely, a little out of place, and a little Cinderella having to still get up tomorrow at a reasonable hour. As soon as you admit you’re thinking of heading home, he offers to join you, to make sure you’re safe, telling you it’s no trouble when you try to wave off his kindness.

Your home is within walking distance, and you’re thankful for the breezy Spring air as you walk through the streets talking about everything and nothing with John by your side. He’s got his hands tucked in his pockets, and at one point you tuck your arm into his; he doesn’t comment on it, but you can see him smiling.

You’re an adult enough to admit to yourself that you’d developed a crush on him, observant enough to know he liked you well enough too, unsubtle enough that Roger had told you to get a move on, though he had been quite drunk at the time. As you walk, you’re not sure what’s holding you back, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.

It turns out, you don’t have to, at your doorstep, he hesitates after saying goodbye, before quickly leaning in and kissing you on the cheek.

“Sleep well.” He says fondly, turning to leave. You reach out, grabbing his hand and he turns back in surprise, and you step forward to press your lips to his, soft and chaste. He’s actually blushing a little when you move back, seems a little surprised.

“You too.” You tell him, voice gentle and fond, and you head inside, catching his flustered smile as you look back over your shoulder.

He gets your number during the next video shoot, or rather, after.

“I should have your number.” Is what he actually says, voice serious like he’s been musing about it for a long time, despite the fact that he’s naked in your bed, a little out of breath, fingers linked with yours as you both take a moment. You’re heart’s still racing and you’re still in quite a heady state, and all you can do is laugh, warm and bright into the darkness of the bedroom.

You wake up the next morning and he’s still there, one arm around you where you’ve got your head on his chest. There’s an anxiety, an uncertainty in your chest, tension creeping into your muscles due to this change, this development in your relationship. But then he wakes up, voice rough with sleep, giving you an easy grin in the morning light as he greets you.

He’s warm and secure, he always has been, but it’s strange to have such solid confirmation, to feel his arms around you and feel like nothing could move you from that spot if you didn’t want it to.

He calls you, actually follows through and asks you out, and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting in a fancy restaurant on an actual date. He’s so unwavering genuine, in his smile, his words, in the warmth he gives off; when you talk, you knows he’s actually listening to what you’re saying.

You learn he’s an engineer; he sort of fell into music, but he’s always had a passion for electronics, and after a few weeks, he shows you the amp he built (and then the false one he built for his mini fridge, which delights you). And then he’s plugging in his record player into the amp, puts on some old jazz single you didn’t really think he’d own, and he’s offering you his hand.

Taking it, you do actually giggle at the whole situation, a little bit flustered by the sweetness of it all. You’ve seen him dance on stage, of course, in videos, but here he wraps an arm around you, swaying gently in his studio, the carpet soft beneath your bare feet. As the music picks up a little, he gently prompts you to twirl, and when you’re back in his arms, there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes. You can’t help but kiss him.

The music keeps playing, but it’s like the two of you are frozen in time, the world falling away around you as you kiss him. Still holding each other like you’re dancing, his grip tightens just a little on your waist, his thumb brushes yours where your hands are linked before he lets go, moving to hold steady on your other hip while you wind your arms around his neck.

The song comes to an end, but neither of you break apart. The world feels right, here.

So even now, almost a year later, it’s weird to wake up in the morning, sometimes, and see him there, after everything he’s done in his life, all the places he’s been, and he’s still by your side. He takes your breath away sometimes, when he doesn’t even mean to, like now he’s not even awake but he’s so serene and you woke up holding his hand and you felt like your heart might burst.

“Good morning, darling.” Voice scratchy, he yawns, and you press an affectionate smile against his shoulder, a little embarrassed for still being so sappy after all this time. His free hand is gentle when he coaxes you up, pressing a kiss to your lips, amused and endeared. “What’s gotten you all smiley?” He asked, and you kiss him again.

“I just love you is all.” You tell him, and his smile brightens in the early morning light.

“I love you too.”

#john deacon #john deacon x reader #john deacon imagine #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #borhap imagine #queen #queen imagines #queen imagine #fluff #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #the angry lizard writes

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hereforlukescruff · 5 years

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ok where do i start babe. im in class so lets pull this shit. imagine Luke being your TA in history class or some shit (i dunno fam i'm durnk dont @ me) and its one of those things where he was a one night stand and you peaced out the next morning without leaving any info and then you showed up first day of class to see he's your fucking TA. like. what the fuck. and he notices you for sure. its a small class. and now he's going to be marking your papers and shit and you're like holy fuck 1/?

and then, to make it worse. he’s your TA for your discussion class too where you talk about shit with only like 10 students and a TA and he takes roll call the first morning and says your name and you’re just like holy fuck because you can’t avoid now and all the other TA blocks are full. and he’s gorgeous and you’re like first: why the fuck did i peace out that morning and second: if he’s my TA does that mean i can’t fuck him again. and he’s your fucking TA so after the class ends 2/?

he asks you to stay and you can’t just say no in front of all these other students so you stay and he’s just like, “didn’t think id be seeing you again.” and you’re like fuck cuz you know you owe him an explanation for leaving that morning without even saying goodbye or leaving a phone number and you’re just like… “sorry. i uh… didn’t want to make it more than what it was.” and he’s like “i mean. i guess i can understand that.” and he lets you leave and you think thats going to be the 3/?

end of it but every class he’s so beautiful and he’s so smart and you find yourself falling harder and harder. you don’t know it but he’s totally falling for you too, especially reading your assignments and stuff, he’s starting to learn more about you and is like woah she’s actually really cute. so one day you show up to the small TA session and you’ve been drinking (#ME AM I RIGHT?) and you’re super impatient and he can tell you’re drunk so he asks you to stay after class and once everyone 4/?

is gone he turns to talk to you but you just kiss him. you can’t help yourself any more. and he leans into the kiss. lifting you up and setting you on the table as he goes between your legs and kisses you like his life depends on it. “i can’t stop thinking about you.” “you’re drunk.” he sighs but you are just like “maybe so but… it’s the truth.” and he believes you because he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head either. besides you’re not even that drunk anymore and you feel so good 5/?

and he’s just like fuck it and kisses you again. he pulls away and you whine but he just locks the door because at least one of you still has a brain. and then you just fuck. and im too drunk and in class to talk about it but it’s your turn babe. work your magic. FUCK ME UP MIRIAM. okay. im done now 6/6

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who’s fucking up who cause i’m choking djfdlsjkdlsjk

but imagine walking in to that class and you guys noticing each other and you’re both just like “fuck” in your head cause you’re not supposed to be his student and he’s definitely not supposed to be your teacher. you guys would quickly avert your eyes before the other students noticing what’s going on since you’re still trying to be professional. but now everything is awkward cause you’re the one who left that morning and when he asks you about it, you don’t have much of an answer other than the fact that it was just a fuck and he’s kinda taken aback but also like whatever he gets it, not like he was expecting you guys to fall in love or some shit.

it gets harder over the semester though cause now he’s your TA and he’s gorgeous and this is your favorite subject so you have this man who looks like the greek sculptures of old talking about how society’s decrease in ethics and morality made the fall of the roman empire predictable and how the effects of it are still echoing in today’s society. like okay he’s gorgeous and smart?? you have no chance of not falling for him. it’s especially difficult sitting in class cause every time you look up at him you just remember his lips sucking on your neck and his tongue swirling on your clit so you have to keep looking away before it’s too much.

you have no idea that he’s struggling just as much though, that every time you look at him or answer a question all he can think about was how wet and warm your pussy was when he was fucking you and that his pants start to get a bit tight which is why he goes and stands behind the podium for the rest of class. and then he sees your assignments are actually really well thought out and you’re raising points that none of the students even noticed so now he’s falling in love with your mind too? you both know the consequences of what would happen if you guys actually do this but at same time, it’s like the 10th week of the semester and you just can’t anymore

he’d know you’re a bit drunk when you walk in that day cause you’re louder than usual and your eyes aren’t as focused when he talks. but when class is over and everyone’s already left before you, your almost to the door when you stop in your tracks and just say “fuck it”. luke looks up at that and sees you coming towards him when you wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face down and smash your lips against his. his initial reaction is to grab you by the waist, bringing you closer to his chest. you gasp into his mouth when you feel his tongue at your lips but then he’s pushing you off. “we can’t do this, im your TA”. “i can’t stop thinking about you” you’d tell him breathless. “you’re drunk” he’d push away from you, running his hands through his hair. “not really and it doesn’t make it not true. i know you’ve thinking about me too.” you say walking closer to him. he looks you up and down, sighing, “if we do this….no one can know.” you smirk at that, knowing that you convinced him. “well then i guess you better lock the door” you’d say, walking towards the desk.

moving the loose papers to the side, you lift yourself onto the desk. luke goes to the door, making sure it’s locked and that no one is in the corridor. when he turns back he sees you sitting on the edge of the desk, your skirt bunched up at your hips, and legs spread as you wait for him. he feels his cock get hard at the sight of you, one hand behind your body to hold yourself up as the other is rubbing your clit over your panties. there’s nothing slow about it when luke comes over to you, his hand on your chest as he pushes you down to lie you against the desk. he’s already gotten your panties off when he moves his hand through your folds, it’s the build up of over two months frustration coming to a peak.

“all this for me?” he’d ask you when he feels how wet you are already, barely having even touched you. “i’m always wet for you” saying that has luke dropping to his knees in front of you, moving your legs over his shoulders as he goes in. his tongue at your clit when he says “still taste just as good as i remember”. you feel two of his fingers slip inside you as he sucks on your clit, you’d arch off the desk making his arm snake over your chest to hold you down. “oh shit” coming from your lips has luke working harder, knowing you’re about to cum which was right cause a few seconds later you cum over his tongue, moaning as you fall back against the desk. breathless, your hands fall away from luke’s head as you try to slow your heart rate.

getting off the ground, luke’s hands go to undo his belt as he stares at you. you look a mess with your eyes shut and your head against the desk. your skirt is bunched up over your hips, legs spread open with your pussy out. Luke wants this view imprinted in his brain cause he knows that it’s the hottest thing he’d ever see. “take off your shirt” he’d say as he pushes his pants down. opening your eyes you see luke standing in front of you with his cock in his hand as you quickly do as youre told.

with your shirt over your head and bra removed just as fast, luke bends over to catch a breast in his mouth while his hand goes to play with the other. your head falls back as his tongue rolls over your nipple. you snake a hand between you both to grab his cock in your fist, he moans against your breast as you start stroking him. your fingers are swirling the precum over the tip when he grabs your hand to stop you “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum and i’d rather do that inside you, sweetheart”

luke would pull you from the desk and spin you around as he pushes down on your back so that your chest is flat against it with your feet on the ground. what you didn’t expect was a smack to your ass when you pressed your head against the desk but the vibrations go straight to your pussy, making you ache even more. after spanking you, luke would grab your ass rubbing his hands over it to soothe the pain before moving his hands to your hips and sinking into you with no warning.

your hands are flat against the desk as luke is fucking into you, the grip on your waist so tight you know there’ll be marks when you finish. “fuck baby, you take my cock so good. can’t believe we waited this long to do this again”. when one of his hands goes down to rub your clit as he continues fucking you, you let out a loud moan making him pull you up to his chest by the throat, his hand covering your mouth as he whispers in your ear “you have to be quieter than that, darling, we don’t want anyone to know how dirty you really are.” his hand stays over your mouth as you whine against his palm, not being able to hold the sounds back when he hits your spot.

you feel your orgasm build as you start clenching around his cock. when he rubs your clit and hits the spot right one more time you come undone beneath him, a string of “oh fuck” is all you can say. he’s still fucking you as your orgasm rolls through you, getting sloppier as he chases his own release. a few more thrusts and you feel him still inside you as he cums with a groan against your ear. his hands falls from your throat as you catch yourself with the desk, your knees weak. pulling out of you, luke sees the mess you both made as he looks for napkins trying to clean you up.

as you both get dressed, making sure that you don’t look like you just got fucked, you head to the door when you feel a hand grab your arm. luke pulls you to him as he tilts your head up and kisses you softly, “i’ll see you in class. you might wanna read chapter 6 for the assignment” you feel him smile against your lips. shaking your head at him when you push away from his chest “now isn’t it unethical to help me out?” “probably not as unethical as it is to fuck you” he’d smirk as he unlocks the door and leaves before you say anything else.

#h o l y f u c k #yall this is 1.5k of nasty #i don't know what i wrote bye sorry #softforcal #luke hemmings #lh #5sos #my writing

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llcvinias · 4 years

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i just watched dean matthews pull lavinia vogel into his office. maybe it has something to do with them being a member of zeta beta zeta. yeah, i spoke to lavi a few times. they’re a sophomore studying animal behavior. apparently they’re from las vegas, neveda. maybe that’s why they’re so finicky and effulgent, i don’t know, man. all i know is they’re always listening to playing games by summer walker.

god asdj please excuse my reused muse and bio asdj ! i got a little nervous jumping in late and said well fuck let me just bring this baby back to life and call it a day !! im still just as excited and cannot wait to start writing with you all !!

— °｡.. › basics .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : lavinia june vogel.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : lav, lavi, lava, vinnie, lj.

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : twenty - one .

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 : february sixteenth .

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : female .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : she / her .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 : bicurious .

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 : aquarius .

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : five foot seven .

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 : slim .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 : ozzy vogel , imma josephine vogel .

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 : arabella vogel , lillian vogel .

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 : english , italian , spanish .

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 : las vegas nevada .

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 :

— °｡.. › personality + headcanons .

clumsy and impulsive . she is walking chaos sometimes . she has a big drive to enjoy herself? to suck the life out of life but not in a bad way? and that usually leaves her getting stuck in crazy situations that she usually laughs about .

adventure is her middle name . she loves experiencing new things . will try everything at least once. if you need someone to help you rob a bank or walk to the other side of the country with you ask her only once and she’ll be all over it.

boisterous . she cannot help it . she will talk your ear off until you literally pay her to shut up .

she’s just very intoxicating ? theres just something about her that just draws you in?

she craves meaningful bonds with other people? feeling important and loved is so important to her.

she gets attached easily and with that she tries her best not to drown in everyone? set boundaries and put herself first? practice self love.

she wants you , she needs you , and then she gets scared and pushes you away.

she feels things super deeply . very vehement .

is the biggest goofball sometimes . love spreading laughter .

she is d r a m a t i c !

she is a lover , will give you her all in any kind of relationship. will put in the absolute effort and go the distance .

she wants to save everyone .

she can be stubborn sometimes even a little jealous . maybe selfish . traits she trying to overcome.

she’s hard to understand sometimes ? she just has all these feelings and doesnt know how to handle them sometimes .

is a ball of light . constantly smiling and giggling .

she is social ! loves ! being ! around ! people ! the type to have seven best friends and ten friend groups !

did i mention she’s talkative??

kind of annoying??

i picture her to be super captivating ?? just theres something about her.

very affectionate . and when she’s drunk? it only grows.

will pull you into crazy schemes all with the help of her favorite pout .

crawling into bed and waking you just to tell you about this crazy thing that just happened? her.

she has a soft spot for music and you will always find her at some odd spot of the hotel writing.

sings in the shower . loud and non stop . it’s a good thing she’s good.

had four dogs and three cats growing up ! is animal obsessed . say anything bad about any breed she will fight .

friendly but does not take bullshit . will speak her mind and put anyone in their place ?

shes either im telling you how i feel and never shutting up or dont ever talk to me again.

cheers !!! has been cheering since she was a little girl and is damn good !! she is all about school spirit, you will catch her wearing her football players jersey on game nights and filling their lockers with pre game goodies !!

— °｡.. › fun facts + family information .

waters that reflected an childhood parted in two , one half dipped in warm sun dancing across sun kissed skin and salty water devouring painted toes . and the other with an forced hole in your heart sheltered by masculine hands . the vogel girls and dad .

it was an family entangled in words pulled from pages , it’s title being the perfect family . everything about them , it was just right . the love , the happiness it was all there . lavinia’s younger years , she spent them glued to her father . her mornings walking around his shelter playing with four legged angels and her afternoons sitting between her mothers legs as the two watched the ocean clash into the blue sky above it .

her nights consisted of loud laughter that soared from her sisters mouth , her emerald hues watching love radiate off of her parents . even at her age , she just knew that that’s how love was suppose to be . and then one day , it changed . a blink of an eye , in a beat of a second . her mother with an induced voice and tender eyes fell into a rabbit hole of darkness . and before lavinia could turn to her dad and muster out an why, she packed her stuff , got in the car and never looked back .

three years later , he had to sit down his children and tell them that their mother .. the love of his life was no longer here . up until she was old enough to grasp it , she did not know what happened . why her mother no longer wanted to be her mommy . the beauty and the curse of innocence . her dad did everything in his power to play both roles , to fill their head with good memories of his wife despite the pain she left the four of them . ozzy vogel was a good man . he built his girls an amazing life in charlottesville. granted them everything he could . but most importantly , he raised three beautiful women on his own . all on his own.

lavinia is the baby of her family, and the only child her parents planned for : her dad use to tease her sisters by calling them a happy surprise before throwing a playful wink in lavinia’s direction.

with age , lavinia started to discover of course with help of her older sister arabella that their mother turned to drugs to ease whatever struggle she was dealing with internally . and while it did not make her leaving them any easier , it did give them an understanding .arabella , along with their father , is the only one who constantly tries to fill their heads with positive thoughts of their mother .. telling them memories and quirks and sayings she was granted with their mom . sometimes , lavinia longed to hear them and others ? she hated it .

she basically grew up at her fathers shelter and quickly learned helping those who do not have a voice was a calling .she also connects with animals in a sense of , knowing what it’s like to be abandoned and unwanted .

her family means everything to her , she will constantly jump hoops for them .while their father had never been too much of an athlete , their mother was .. and the girls at a young age found their own little sports to devote themselves to .

her biggest ambition in life is to live ?? she so badly wants to just take everything in , all of the highs and the ups and the wonders of being alive .

— °｡.. › wanted connections .

cheerleader friends ! a bond formed by long practices and sore muscles.

sorority sisters that actually feel like sisters, close and cute friendships. she would take bullets and climb mountains for them.

a platonic soulmate, her other half, the two are attach at the hips and do everything together.

a close group of friends, they have the most craziest stories together. are insanely close, have their up and downs but its always them at the end of the day.

first love, maybe even high school sweethearts .

on and off again lover, i want it to be angsty and toxic but despite everything they really do love each other.

friends with benefits.

ex friends.

ex best friends.

confidants.

study buddies.

partner in crimes.

will they wont they.

love / hate relationship.

flirtationships.

hookups !!

girls she experiments with !!

i just want fun and fresh plots so literally anything??

#neu.intro #trigger warning: mention of addiction !

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hellscookies · 5 years

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Thing about dreams is they slip through your hands too fast. If you dont actively hold on to them and store them fast, they're gone forever. I think you can learn a lot about what's going on in your life by writing them out.

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I think I'm going to start posting my recent dreams/nightmares for therapeutical value from time to time. I'm sorry for anyone trying to make sense of them, or my writing, as I'm usually still waking up as I write them out.

🌜Backache Fueled Nightmare🌛

Where: Sitting at the park with a friend against a concrete "square" with "vents"- I think it's proly air filtration system that attaches from/ to the high school (or a neighbouring ?elementary school)where I'm a student.

When: Highschool, which was many moons ago for me, but oddly enough it feels like I never left in this dream.

What and Who and not really a why: Said friend and I smoke a joint and have a good conversation. Both of us venting about school politics. Although we both note that we're feeling invisible today, there are many people at the park right now doing their own thing. There are no adults around to worry about as we hang out. Many kids are in groups, or cliques, but there are also others that are on their own, studying, or reading, or just with their headphones on, and then there are others in pairs like us. There is even a pimple faced couple making out on the bench in front of us 🤯

I stand up and ask my friend to wait there for me because we have so much more to talk about, but that I need to go back into the school to use the washroom. I grab my bag, and as I get up from where we've been sitting, I notice she is one pack short of having a full carton of ciggies sticking out the top of her backpack. She says she'll wait for me, that I'm her ride or die.

What a coincidence that we both smoke the same brand of cigs and I've just bought a carton myself this a.m. and I have already dug into the first pack.

No wonder we are friends I think, and laugh, dismissing it.

I enter the school and out of laziness, I try to use the women's washroom attached to the school's faculty lounge.

No one ever goes in there after school, I should be good I think.

I'm immediately grabbed sternly by the arm by a creepy janitor. Pain shoots through my right arm. Annoyed, I tell him that stings! He does not even try to apologize, he says students are strickly not permitted in the faculty lounge. I notice the lounge is full of teachers and staff. I can see there is a huge sheetcake(no cookies🥴) and coffee being passed around, and a lot of balding big bellied men, and older women wearing awful floral patterns and heavy makeup. Note to self...dont cake on that makeup(or the cake)when I get older. As I turn around to leave, he tells me again, and I roll my eyes but I dont argue. What a condescending prick. My tummy rumbles a bit. I decide to use the washroom on the second floor near my locker so I can grab the lunch I didn't even touch.

On my way, I think back to my friends carton of ciggies. Was it just a coincidence that she has the same brand of carton with only 1 pack gone? Is it possible she took mine? I've never doubted her loyalty. She's always been so trustworthy, so I quickly dismiss the thought with a lol.

I'm so caught up in these thoughts, I accidentally open the door to the boys bathroom and as Im about to go in, some dude follows in behind me. I say, omg is this the boys washroom? He says oh yeah and I say something about it being a rhetorical question. The dude has such a pretty face and a huge head of hair that I almost mistake him for being a girl. The hairy legs give it away.

I turn around and go into the girls washroom. Every stall has a mirror in it. I pick the stall at the very end of the room hoping it will shelter me with the most amount of privacy. I need to check my bag for that carton of ciggies. Sighing, I find it exactly where it's supposed to be. I silently wish I could be a better friend, but it's so hard to trust people. I use the toilet, apply some lip gloss and high tail it out of the school.

With my doubts about my friend behind me, I hope she's waited for me because a good half an hour must have gone by! Funny thing is I knew she'd be there.

With a sense of relief, I see her sitting on the same cement block where I left her, smoking a cigarette and listening to her ipod. She has a journal out and seems to be sketching something quite seriously. She tucks it away quickly tho when she notices me walking up. I place my bag on the opposite side of us against the concrete wall and light up a ciggie. I sit down next to her with her backpack lodged between us. I notice her carton is now a couple packs lighter.

I'm more interested in her sketch, so I don't ask her about it right away. What was she sketching anyways? She's hesitant, but shows me the drawing and it's really incredible and I tell her so. She's sketched the couple making out from earlier, who are now no longer there. She says she wonders if she'll die a virgin.

Proly got themselves a room I say, and we laugh.

There is some small talk as we decide where to go from here because we've been here long enough - we already spend half our lives at school and it's the weekend. Although there are still some people in the park, most have left. I get this creepy feeling like we are being watched. I tell her about it and she says she feels the same way. She admits that she put her headphones on after I left because she swore she heard someone laughing behind her, but when she turned around to look, no one was there. I ask her now what happened to her carton of cigs? I feel a bee sting pain on my hip as she notices her smokes have disappeared. She's really upset. As she's saying something about how stupid she is, and that someone's upped them, I look over to my bag on the left and see a hand reach through the vent slits in the concrete wall we're sitting against. Everything moves in slow motion. In an absolute dream of a haze, I witness the hand eerily loop a finger around the strap of my phone and my phone disappears through the vent slit along with the fingers of that hand.

I now notice that my friend is sitting against solid concrete and that I've been sitting along the vent slits along with my bag. I know someone is behind me in those vents, but I feel like I'm pinned up against them and I can't move. I try to say something about it, but I choke and the words don't come out. I feel drugged. I am becoming instantly aware that I've been drugged with something very potent. Is this what heroin feels like? I try to reach my purse but I cannot extend my arm or even move from where I'm sitting. The hand appears again and this time it pulls my wallet from my bag. I'm screaming on the inside. Then the hand takes everything else-parts of my lunch, my keys, and then packs of ciggies while all the while my friend is still rambling on and staring out into space. I can't believe she doesnt see me and what is happening. I cannot believe NO ONE sees what is happening. I try with all my might to move away from there but I can't.

Strangely, and foreboding, I hear laughter and I am awake.

😱

#horror #cookies #selfie #lucid dreaming #dreams #dream #nightmare #purple #therapeutic #therapeuticwriting

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huphilpuffs · 5 years

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chapter: 25/? summary: Dan’s body has been broken for as long as he can remember, and he’s long since learned to deal with it. Sort of. But when his symptoms force him to leave uni and move into a new flat with a stranger named Phil, he finds that ignoring the pain isn’t the way to make himself happy. word count: 3065 rating: mature warnings: chronic illness, chronic pain, medicine a/n: a huge thanks goes to @obsessivelymoody for beta reading this for me!

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Dan wakes up on Thursday to a heaviness in his chest.

He groans before he even opens his eyes. His face is squished against a pillow, his ribs pressed too harshly against the mattress. Stabs of pain burst between them, make his muscles spasm and send his breath escaping in a stutter. He has to count, one, two, three, four to keep it from happening a second time.

It eases some when he rolls onto his back.

And he tries to comfort himself further by counting out how long it’s been since he’s been able to sleep on his stomach. Too long, probably.

He’s been getting better, though. Even staring at the bedroom ceiling through his tears, Dan knows that. Knows the he’s helped Phil with dinner the last few nights, and managed to handle the curtains being open for a few hours yesterday.

His hand smoothes across his sternum, and he pokes at the painful spots in his sides until the sharpness dulls.

It’s enough to let Dan sit up, then stand on shaky knees. He tosses Phil’s pillow back to where it belongs and tucks the duvet into place to prove the voice in his head, wondering why he’s suddenly worse again, that he’s fine.

And to ignore the second voice, telling him it’s anxiety that causes your pain, over and over again.

His appointment is in a day.

Dan’s hardly slept for three.

He tries to swallow back a sigh. Whatever rush of adrenaline had dragged him out of bed has faded, left fatigue settling heavy in his bones again. He could drag himself to the lounge, curl up in his blankets and continue his new daily routine of watching people on YouTube for hours.

But his body aches and his eyes burn, and he crawls back into bed instead.

The voice in his head grows louder.

Dan grabs Phil’s pillow, clutches it ot his chest and presses his face against the fabric, breathing deeply.

It smells like Phil.

He holds it until he falls back asleep.

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The afternoon drags.

It’s past two when Dan wakes up again. The flat is still empty, the bed unmade again. He crawls out without bothering to fix it, makes himself a sandwich, and settles back on the sofa, where he can rest his head against the cushions and ignore the tightness around his heart.

Every time he turns on his phone, it’s too a notification reminding him he has an appointment tomorrow that has his muscles seizing, making it ache to breathe.

And to a reminder he half regrets setting, since he’s ignored it for days.

Call mum.

There’s only a few hours to follow through with it now.

He glances back at the clock that tells him it’s just ticking past three. Twenty-five hours left, says the voice in his head. It sounds like the last GP he saw, who looked him in the eyes and told him to try acting like he had more energy, who told him it would help.

You should try it, his mum had said afterwards. You never know unless you do.

Dan’s thumb swipes across the screen. He finds her contact, sucks in a breath, and hits the call button.

He doesn’t breathe again until she picks up on the third ring.

“Hi, Dan,” she says.

He hasn’t heard her voice since he decided to stay here. It feels like a lifetime ago, suddenly.

“Hi, mum.”

There’s silence for a long moment. He can hear her breathing over the line, low and steady, and wonders if she can hear the shakiness in his.

“How are you?” she asks

“I’m okay,” he says. “I, uh, have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

He swallows, nodding even though she can’t see him. “Just with my new GP, but I’m hoping he might be able to help me,” he says. “With, well, you know.”

“I hope he can.”

She sounds sad. It’s been a long time since Dan’s heard that.

“Me too,” he says. And then, because he can’t handle the silence: “But, uh, I was hoping you could maybe help me figure out my medical history, to prepare? I don’t remember all of it from when I first got sick.”

Back when she was responsible for it, he doesn’t say. Back when anyone could keep track of all of it.

“I’ll text it to you, okay?” she says. “I know your memory isn’t always the best, and your wrists tend to ache from writing.”

“Really?” He slams his mouth shut, the click of his teeth probably audible over the phone. “I mean, thanks.”

She chuckles, quiet, distant, like he can hear the miles between them. “I’m not always heartless, you know,” she says.

Dan’s breath comes out in a rush. Guilt bursts in its place, painful, bringing tears to his eyes. And he wants to tell her he never thought she was, but he can’t. She knows he can’t. He doesn’t even know what he thinks about her now, crying, hands shaking as he clutches his phone too tightly.

“Can I ask you something?” she says. “Without you getting mad?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you doing?” she says. “I know you don’t think your problems are with your mental health, and I’m not implying they are–” the not this time goes unspoken “–but I know you’ve had bad experiences with doctors and you’re my son.”

His breath catches. A tear rolls down his cheek, and he wipes it away with his hand.

This is his first appointment without her, he realizes. The first one in six years that she’s not driving him to, waiting outside or sitting next to him for the length of it. The first time she won’t smooth his hand over his knee in the waiting room, telling him it’ll be okay, that doctors can be trusted, even though they’d been proving otherwise for so long.

“I’m okay,” he says. “Phil’s coming with me.”

“That’s good,” she says, like she means it. “I am glad you have him, you know.”

He almost reminds her what she thought of him living with Phil last time they spoke, but his heart aches and his eyes are stinging and he doesn’t want to fight, not this time.

“Me too,” he says. “He’s the best, mum.”

She sounds like she’s smiling when she says: “I’d love to meet him, one day.”

Dan swallows. He can hardly picture it, bringing Phil back to a house filled with terrible memories and people he still doesn’t trust entirely. And yet there’s a tug in his chest, a bittersweet image forming in the back of his mind.

He doesn’t say anything.

Neither does she, for a while.

“I should get going,” is what she ends up saying. “As long as you’re okay? I’ll text you your medical information in a little bit.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

She hums. “And Dan?”

“Yeah?”

“You should call your grandma. She misses her sofa buddy.”

He chuckles. It aches. Suddenly, he’s exhausted again. “Okay. I will,” he promises. “And mum?”

“Yeah?”

“No news is good news, okay? If I don’t call you after the appointment, I mean.”

“Okay,” she says. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

The line goes dead.

His head falls back against the cushion and his phone drops onto the sofa. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, and he’s not entirely sure he knows why.

Or maybe he just can’t untangle all the many, many reasons.

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Phil’s quiet when he gets home.

He takes the smoothie Dan didn’t touch and sets it on the coffee table before dropping onto the empty cushion. His arm is draped across the back of the cushion, his hip just inches from Dan’s, as he turns his gaze to the open laptop, lit up with another Smosh video.

Dan’s been watching them mindlessly since his tears dried on his cheeks.

“This is a good one,” says Phil.

It’s an older one, the production value a little cheaper and humour a tad outdated. Probably more similar to what Phil had watched back at uni, Dan thinks. He tries to imagine it, a younger version of Phil, one with longer hair and a slightly narrower frame, sitting in a uni room like the one Dan moved out of before coming here.

He hardly can. Maybe because his mind is still muddled, hanging onto words he said during the phone call, onto all the things he should have said but didn’t.

“It is,” he says, just as the video ends.

He doesn’t start a new one.

Phil’s fingers sweep across his shoulder. In Dan’s peripheral, he can see Phil turn to look at him, but he doesn’t look back.

“Are you okay?” asks Phil.

Dan swallows. There’s a lump in his throat, a pressure behind his eyes so harsh it aches.

“Didn’t sleep very well,” he says.

Phil squeezes his shoulder. “I know.”

That makes the corner of his mouth quirk up. Of course Phil knows. He was there, arms wrapped around Dan as he fidgeted, tossed, and turned. His hands had combed through Dan’s hair, and his quiet questions about if Dan was okay were mumbled against his shoulder, his reassurance felt in his touch.

Phil usually falls asleep pretty quickly, Dan’s learned. Last night, he didn’t.

The hand at his shoulder tightens. Dan finally turns to face Phil.

“Is that all that’s bothering you?”

His eyes are soft, almost sad, as his hand rubs gentle circles against Dan’s skin. He knows. He must know something’s up. Dan has to remind himself that Phil’s seen him after countless sleepless nights, curled up in soft blankets on the sofa and dozing when his mind gets too tired to keep racing.

Today isn’t like that.

Dan reaches out to rest a hand on Phil’s knee, needing to feel grounded, as the first tear rolls down his cheek. Phil draws him closer, so Dan’s head is by his shoulder, his tears dripping down onto the fabric of Phil’s shirt.

There’s no pressure, none but the weight of Phil’s hand on his shoulder, when Dan says:

“I called my mum.”

Phil goes tense. “Oh,” he say. “How did that go?”

Dan swallows. “I don’t know.”

He really doesn’t. His chest feels too full with contradictions, the weight of past accusations crashing up against her understanding tone and he doesn’t know what to think anymore. He’s never been sure how to exist around her, not since pain first settled in his bones and she told him it was growing pains, it would pass, it would get better.

And it never did.

“I haven’t talked to her since I told her I was staying in Manchester,” he says, maybe as an afterthought, maybe because it’s felt heavy on his shoulders since he answered the phone.

“Was she nicer this time?”

He nods. Another tear falls. “She’s texting me my medical history,” says Dan. “She offered, because she– she knew I had trouble writing and remembering.”

Phil hums. His breath has gone even again. His mouth is close to the top of Dan’s head. He sounds hesitant when he speaks. “It sounds like she cares.”

Dan feels that, sharp and painful in his gut. Another tear rolls down his cheek, and his breath catches, and Phil holds him tighter like he’s scared Dan will fall apart.

Maybe he will.

It’s been so long,

He’s been so that sure she doesn’t actually care.

Now, he doesn’t know what to think.

---

His mum texts him.

Dan almost cries. His teeth dig into his lip and his ribs ache and he stares, wide-eyed, at the list of diagnoses and unexplained symptoms he’s had over the years. There’s the migraines they never treated at the beginning, the lightheadedness it took them four years to explain, the instructions to do more exercise that dot the whole six years that he’s been ill.

The first time he went to therapy, and the antidepressants they put him on, and the second time he went to therapy.

And every time he told his doctor he was still sick after that.

Phil’s hand lands on his wrist, gently pushing the phone from Dan’s line of sight. His voice is barely a whisper when he says: “Are you okay?”

Dan swallows. His throat aches.

Laid out like this, it doesn’t look that bad, a distant voice in his head that’s haunted him for too long tries to remind him that maybe he’s just making it all up. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. But Dan can remember the A&E doctor who turned him away because it was growing pains. Can remember the so many times his blood pressure was low before anyone bothered to point it out.

The time his doctor looked at him and said–

“Can we do something?” says Dan. “I want to– I need a distraction.”

Phil nods. In Dan’s peripheral, his phone screen goes black. The knot in his chest loosens, just a bit.

“Wanna play video games?” says Phil.

He shakes his head. “Wanna go out. It’s been too long.”

Phil’s brows furrow, like he’s about to point out that there’s a reason it’s been so long, about to warn Dan that he doesn’t want to make himself sick before such an important day.

Except part of Dan does. He’s done it before, forced himself to be in pain because maybe that way the doctors would actually see that he wasn’t lying. Not that it’s ever worked.

“Please?” he says.

Phil squeezes his wrist. “Okay.” His thumb drifts across Dan’s, careful and comforting. “Where do you want to go?”

---

Dan squeezes into his skinny jeans, even though the fabric burns his legs. He pulls a shirt over his head for what feels like the first time in forever. Though his knees are shaky, he bends down to tie his own laces, as Phil watches from where he’s leaning against the door.

“Are you sure about this?”

He reaches out, without a word, to help Dan stand again.

“I’m sure,” says Dan. “And don’t worry, you won’t need to take me to A&E this time.”

The corner of Phil’s mouth quirks up, and Dan knows he’s forcing it. He can feel his worry in the too-tight clench of Phil’s hand around his, the way his gaze trips over Dan legs when he wobbles as he stands.

He squeezes Phil’s fingers, forcing a smile of his own, as he opens the door.

It’s warm outside. The sky’s going purple as the sun sinks below the city. Dan realizes, staring up at it, that he hasn’t left the flat since he trip to A&E, hasn’t enjoyed being outside in far too long.

If his joints would let him, he’d suggest they walk around a bit. Instead, he stares up at the clouds and reminds himself to spend more evenings, when the sun won’t burn his eyes, on their little balcony, just to feel the wind against his cheeks again.

Phil tugs on his hand when the cab pulls up in front of them. They pile in, side by side in the back seat. Dan doesn’t put on his seatbelt. He can’t be bothered to deal with the harsh rub of fabric against his ribs.

His chest is still tight, the quiet buzz of anxiety at the back of his mind growing louder. He can still feel his phone, heavy in his pocket, can still imagine the text he hasn’t yet responded to. He can remember their last movie night, laughing and gasping and falling asleep with Phil’s hands trying to massage the pain away.

They hadn’t even gone out last time.

Dan stares out the window and hopes he can keep his promise that it’ll be okay this time.

They slip out of the car at the cinema. Phil pays the driver. Dan leans against the wall as he waits, wondering if the lines inside are long. It’s been so long since he’s been to the cinema, he can hardly imagine it anymore. The screens usually hurt his eyes and the audio gives him a headache and he doesn’t care today.

“You okay?”

Phil’s smiling at him, standing by the door. He holds it open for Dan, and buys their tickets for a random comedy neither of them particularly wanted to see. He lets Dan go find a seat as he buys them popcorn, soda, and a chocolate bar to share. He hands it over, in the darkness of the theatre, with a smile.

Between them, their knees bump together as the film starts.

---

They’re holding hands when it ends.

Dan’s eyes are starting to burn and his chest aches from laughing, but the voices in his head have dulled just enough that he can breathe a little easier. He doesn’t think about the appointment he needs to show up to tomorrow, or the doctor he hasn’t met yet who might dash his hopes all over again.

He stares at their joined hands as the cinema empties, smiling.

“You ready to go home?” says Phil.

Dan shrugs. He probably should give his spine a break by sinking into the sofa again, close his eyes against the bright lights of the city before a headache wells in his temples. But he doesn’t want to sit in the dark and wait until tomorrow, letting his fears return.

“Can we get pizza?”

“You up to walk?”

He nods. Phil helps him to his feet and leads him out of the cinema. He knows Manchester better than Dan does, and tells a story about coming to watch movies with Ian when he was younger as they find the nearest pizza place. Dan listens, maybe more attentively than he needs to, to keep his mind from going hazy as the city moves around him.

There’s still a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Dan wonders if him of a few years ago would have believed that he’d end up here.

The restaurant they end up in is small and quiet, and they slide into a booth in the corner of the room. Dan sinks back against the cushion, realizing that Phil’s smiling, too.

His chest feels warm. His fingers twist in the tablecloth, because part of him misses holding Phil’s hand.

“Thanks for tonight,” says Dan. “I had fun.”

Under the table, Phil knocks their feet together.

“I did too,” he says.

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