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zirconika · 5 months ago

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I would love if you could write a fluffy negan x fem!reader one shot, there is genuinely not enough!!! I can’t think of any prompts tho I’m sorry 😭 but if you’re not able to write it then it’s all good🫶🏻

déjà vu

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PAIRING: Negan Smith x Fem!Grimes!Reader WORDS: 3.6k SUMMARY: Being in charge of guarding Negan’s cell has given you plenty of opportunities to spend time with him against your will, but you unexpectedly end up bonding with him. Which is why nothing could have prepared you for finding out that you’ve met before and how. (Reader is Rick’s sister) WARNINGS: fluff, blood … idk what to say just read it!!! SETTING: post-negan alexandria A/N: oh my god nonnie u r absolutely correct i just checked there’s a concerning shortage in negan fluff so ask and you shall receive!!! ps im nawt sure what u had in mind so i hope this works

You hated Negan. End of story.

“Why do I have to be the one to do all this?” you’d complain to yourself every time you were handed the food you’d have to deliver to his cell. But you knew why. Your grief and your injury made you a liability than an asset out in the field, thus you found yourself assigned to something worse than desk duty—Negan duty.

The day your brother presumably died, you were so close to reaching him. Just a couple more steps ahead of you and you could have saved him…

But upon the explosion of the bridge had you skidding away, having you hit your head down on the harsh surface of the ground, blood spilling from under the back of your head as well as your broken leg… It had gotten blurry, but it happened nonetheless.

You were bedridden for a week, and you hated it—being left all alone to bear the weight of your grief. The communities were in shambles, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to lead just like your brother did.

When you got better, the ‘council’ refused to let you out, assigning you instead to managing the damned prisoner you had never once bothered to visit for any reason ever since he got locked up.

Now, there you were everyday, feeding the sick bastard canned tuna for breakfast.

“Where’s the other guy?” he had asked you on the first day you stopped by. Without a word, you gave him his plate, only to sit down across from him, your arms crossed.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m just doing my job.”

“Goddamn,” he said, that grin of his spirited as ever. Fuck this guy. You started to think of ways you could poison his meals without anyone knowing. “They gave you the fun work from home job? Not cool!”

The first time you met Negan was when he came by Alexandria. You weren’t there when the line-up happened, but it changed Rick. You’d never seen your brother so lost, disconnected from himself and everyone.

He didn’t eat the first meal you brought him, or the second, not even the third.

For a while, it was just like that—you glaring at him while he talked all about… Well, Negan talked about everything. He never seemed to shut up. At least when you were around. When you got better, you began going out again to go on supply runs and when you returned to fulfill your tasks of distributing his food, you also began to notice the change in him.

“Took you long enough,” he said. This time, he really took the time to dig in. “How was the outside? Fun?”

“It was alright,” you said. You’d been against holding a conversation with him, having carried the anger you thought your brother deserved to harness against him. But you’d been feeling so alone the entire time, you decided talking wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Found a box of canned goods, so that’s that. Good thing I don’t have any assholes taking half of whatever I got.”

“Ha ha,” Negan deadpanned as he continued eating. “I was worried you’d never show up. Been meaning to finally talk to someone.”

“What, you don’t blabber your ass off to any of the guys who’ve visited you?”

“Hell no,” he responded, looking at you as if what you just suggested was the worst thing in the world.

Racking your mind on why on Earth would this dipshit find you entertaining to talk to despite you not holding any form of conversation throughout your entire time together last time, you decided there was only one possible reason. “You think I’m easy to crack.”

“No, are you crazy?” He looked up at you with a grin on his face as he ate his meal from his seat. “You just seem like the listener type. A lot of you Grimes do.”

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but you kept your mouth shut. You let him talk his ass off until he finished his food before you wordlessly took his plate.

As you were about to leave the room, he called out to you. “This gonna be a regular thing?”

“I hope not,” you said as you stepped out and closed the door behind you, with no intention of making this your daily routine.

Except it eventually did. You don’t know how it happened, but it just did, and you let it. At one point, you started bringing him the food you cooked for yourself, asking him if it was good.

“Are you kidding me?” Negan said in between chews of the spaghetti you made. “I’d go as damn far as saying you might’ve beaten me in my own game.”

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned, parallel to what he’d replied to you on the first day of your routine. “You’re just trying to get me to open your gate for you.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s the thing that just tickles ma balls.”

“Fucker,” you laughed.

You brought him all sorts of dishes you tried to cook. You would’ve asked Carol for help, but years after Rick’s death, everyone maintained a sort of distance from each other. It didn’t help that the Kingdom was hours away, and if you brought any of the food you made, it would’ve been rotten by the time you got there thanks to the heat.

It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him. Some days, you’d forget he was even a prisoner, but more of your friend. Then you’d remember everything he’s done and you’d become distant at times. Negan never commented on it, but he noticed it.

Michonne wanted to ask about why you were making food suitable for two people, but even she felt the gap between the two of you. You loved Michonne, but there was definitely a rift there somewhere.

The only time you’d hang out was when you were at the dinner table with her and the kids, and even then the two of you would only talk about whatever it was the kids wanted to talk about.

You were more close to Judith. For one, she was also fun to talk to.

You and Negan had that preference in common—talking to Judith Grimes.

It was thanks to Judith you found out about something. After reading to her in bed, you noticed she seemed to still be wide awake. “What, you’re not sleepy yet?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” she said, seemingly scared of something. You wondered if Negan had threatened her, that maybe his kindness towards you was in preparation for something sinister.

“Tell me what?”

Judith beckoned you to come closer. You oblige. To your surprise, your niece leaned into your ear to whisper, ��Someone has a crush on you!”

You had a feeling who she was referring to. “Who?”

Judith backed away, sinking into her blanket. “I can’t say!”

“Well, what did this someone say?”

“I can’t tell you! Goodnight, Auntie!” And then Judith covered her blanket over her head, guilty about what she’d said. Could it be?

“You’re really not gonna tell me?” you teased your niece. But you knew that once Judith’s made up her mind, that was it. You watched as the blanket shifted left and right out of Judith shaking her head. “Alright, then. Good night, baby.”

Alas, you weren’t able to have your questions answered when you found out about Negan escaping.

You couldn’t find the words to describe how you were feeling, because it felt wrong to admit you even did feel anything. Maybe he was just using me so I wouldn’t notice his plans to escape… Did he always have plans to escape? Did he get out because of me?

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When he returned, he looked forward to seeing you again. While waiting, he fidgeted with his fingers. Negan Smith was a man of boastful performances; he always knew how to exude confidence in any situation. Coming back into his cell, he was so sure he’d have a fun time slipping back to your old routine together.

His heart almost leapt out of his throat when the door opened for the second time. The first time, he thought it was you, but he just got a whole lecture about everything.

It bored him to death. He’d returned. There was nothing for him out there, and even if there was… It didn’t matter anymore.

You had to ignore the familiarity in what he called you…

“Hey, gorgeous. Missed me?” He excitedly watched as you came in, his friendly grin faltering when he realized you came in with the food he was originally given during his first few years of imprisonment.

Canned tuna.

“What, no new meal you want me to test today?” he asked, albeit nervously. To Negan’s dismay, his confidence was wavering. “Hellooo?”

Instead of sitting or standing right next to his cell, you sat at the spot you’d taken on the first day. You crossed your arms.

“Oh, you’re pissed.”

You stared at him coldly. It bothered him, really. He’d gotten so used to seeing you with a warm, friendly smile on your face. He thought he’d have the luxury of seeing it again as soon as he returned.

Instead, he was met by your cold script, “Finish your meal.”

Negan began to strategize, thinking of how he wanted his play to be. In an attempt to reclaim his confidence, he decided to play the stubborn card, saying, “Nope.”

But you weren’t in the mood to play. “Alright, then don’t eat.”

“Fine,” he challenged.

But you weren’t the kind to back down either. “Fine.”

You were curious to know the story behind that subtle flash of recognition in his face that disappeared as soon as it came. It piqued your interest, as you recall having this conversation a long time ago…

Deja vu, you thought to yourself.

To your surprise, Negan shook his head. “Jeez, just got goosebumps. Got deja vu there for a minute, it’s insane.”

Though you were intent on maintaining distance from the prisoner, you couldn’t help but ask. It surely was easy to talk to the guy, you had to give him that. “You felt that, too?”

“Felt what?”

“Deja vu,” you clarified. Negan watched as you stood up to approach his cell. “Like it happened before.”

“Is it just me, or are we literally doing some batshit telepathy right now?” Negan jokes. “Makes me think it’s a soulmate thing.”

“It’s not a soulmate thing.” You wrap your fingers around a bar of his cell, contemplating where you might have had that conversation. The first time you met Negan, you felt as if his voice was familiar.

You searched the deepest crevices of your mind, trying to recall a time in your life when you might have possibly met the prisoner. One look at him and you knew he was doing the same.

Nothing came to mind.

“Fine.”

Except for one. Holy shit. He wasn’t sure, but a part of him felt like it was yanking something out from a library in his mind.

He set it aside for now. He wanted to talk to you first, properly. “[Y/N], this is gonna be a strange request but… Could you come in?”

“What?” you ask, snapping out from your focus. “Why would I do that?”

“Just get in the damn cell.”

“How do I know you won’t trick me just so you could slip out?”

His face screwed up into a frown. “Because I’m not even gonna try. I came back; I chose to. Because of you.”

“What?” you ask again, lost more than ever. It felt wrong that you were expecting something. This was Negan.

The same Negan who…

You shook your head. And you don’t know what force of nature propelled you to be stupid, but you oblige with his request. You sat down next to him on his cot in his cell.

Your backs were to the wall. It felt comfortable somehow. You eyed the stack of books he’d sped through reading whenever he was alone.

Negan set the plate of canned tuna aside, putting his hands on his lap. “You know why I came back?”

“Because you’re an idiot?”

The prisoner laughed, and an unsaid guilt clawed at you from the back of your mind, saying whatever this was… It was wrong. But with Negan, you never felt like you were alone. Which is why it sucked when he left.

“No, stupid. Because there was nothing for me out there.”

“What makes you think there’s something for you here?”

He looked at you this time, his eyes free of the malice you were used to seeing constantly present. “You.”

You had to scoff. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He thought back to all the times you’d sat right next to him with bars separating the two of you. How he’d never felt so welcomed except for in your presence.

How he waited for you to visit him. How he was constantly excited for the next time you’d come. How he’d get frustrated whenever it was someone else who’d open the door.

“Thought I was done for,” he confessed. “Until you came and I… I told myself I’d make amends with you out of respect for your brother and your nephew, bless their souls. Then you started visiting me by routine. I knew it was your job, but I never felt like I was behind bars whenever I was with you.”

You didn’t know what to say.

“It means I like you, if you didn’t get that.” He nudged your elbow, looking at you as if he were already expecting you to turn him down. “I just wanted to tell you so you’d understand.”

“I like you, too,” you blurted out.

This time, Negan was the one who couldn’t seem to find the right words to say, much less at least even any words at all.

“Rick dying like that… It changed me. Changed everyone, really. Nothing was ever the same and I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt alone, and I’m grateful you were there when I grieved. It just… Feels wrong to feel this way about you.”

Negan nodded. “I get it.”

You felt his hand on top of yours, rubbing it. He didn’t even realize he’d done it, but he left your hand alone when he noticed he did. You wish he didn’t.

But you had to be brave. Shamelessly, you grabbed his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his. Negan let you. “You suck at this game, asshole.”

And the two of you froze. He knew where he knew you from, and so did you.

“Ho-ly shit,” Negan started. “Are you GorgeousArsenal777?”

It all made sense now. Holy shit, indeed. “You’re SaviorNutsack69?”

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Way before the apocalypse, Negan had made it his personal mission to destroy every single child XBOX Games. First was Gears of War.

But he decided he wanted more than just a game with a co-op campaign mode. He needed to obliterate opponents in a ranked multiplayer combat game. It wasn’t that he hated them, he just needed a win…

He found a guaranteed win when he matched with MrPuddingCyborg. It was an easy win, really. It was very clear that whoever was behind that avatar was a newbie, thus it was easy for Negan to rank up.

“Fuckin’ loser,” he said, turning on his mic. “I bet you picked that username ‘cause you thought it was cool, didn’t you! It isn’t!”

“Your technique sucks!” a little boy on the other end said, furious.

“Pants pisser,” Negan said one last time before beginning the game. “Are you shittin’ your pants now? What’re you gonna do, tell your mom?”

The growling on the other end stopped, meaning the kid turned off his mic. Negan scoffed, sensing victory from miles away. “What a fucking crybaby.”

Looking for the same benefits of winning, he requested a rematch. MrPuddingCyborg accepted. Negan leaned back, knowing it was gonna be a cake walk when—

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

What?

Negan’s avatar respawned, but his tactic was used against him.

You were killed by MrPuddingCyborg.

It went on like that for a while until the two words he most dreaded to find on the screen flashed before him: GAME OVER.

Game over? No way.

Negan ended their match, frustrated to find that his failure jeopardized his progress in getting up to a higher rank.

Affected by his loss, Negan kept playing with two different players before finally getting to the third player.

Negan grinned to himself, gripping his controller with the drive to defeat everyone, but for now, GorgeousArsenal777 would be the one to get the heat.

To his delight, he got the first win. He exclaimed with a mischievous laugh. “Haha! One for Virginia!”

But that was just it.

Negan watched in horror as the player obliterated him in every round. He could already imagine his rank getting lower and lower…

He turned on his microphone. “The fuck’s that about? Are you trolling me right now?”

“Troll you for what? Coins you don’t have?,” taunted a girl on the other end as they waited for the intermission time to finish so they could leave the lobby and play another round. “Checked your account, saw you’ve been here for half a year and you’re still in a mid-tier rank. News flash, you suck at this game, asshole.”

“Game on, Gorgeous.”

“Suck my nutsack,” said the voice on the other end. Somewhere almost ten hours away south of Virginia, you clutched your nephew’s controller with a burning desire to destroy the gaming career of this fucker who pissed off your nephew.

Negan watched in poorly disguised horror as the words notified him of his losses on the screen.

You were killed by GorgeousArsenal777.

“Listen here, Gorgeous,” he started. Whatever relaxation Negan had was gone. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, concentrating more than ever. “I am gonna make you regret that you ever got a console.”

You snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”

Negan was dead serious. “Fine.”

“Fine,” you fired back. And just in time, you sent a bomb his way, killing him for another time.

You killed SaviorNutsack69.

While you waited for the next round in the lobby, you and your nephew watched as SaviorNutsack69 approached your avatar. The two of you couldn’t help but snicker as he did.

His mic turned on again. “You’re a cheat.”

You resisted calling him a virgin seeing that he came from Virginia, acknowledging the presence of your eleven year old nephew sitting right behind you with his legs crossed, giggling.

“I could’ve beaten this guy,” Carl said with a laugh.

“I know, pumpkin.” You gave the kid a warm smile before turning back to the screen, eager to destroy this man further. “But guys like SaviorNutsack69 deserve to be obliterated.”

You turned your mic back on. “Not my fault you suck. Look at your avatar, dipshit.”

You and Carl snickered on your end, giggling.

The guy on the other end laughed mirthlessly. “I do not appreciate you talking ass about my Limited Edition skin.”

“Sorry you’re not more appreciative,” you quipped, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. “And sorry you can’t rock a leather jacket like I can.”

Negan hated leather jackets, thought it was too hot. He preferred those loose zip-up hoodies. But was not gonna tell GorgeousArsenal777 on the off chance that she uses it as substance to say he just couldn’t pull it off.

“I can so rock a leather jacket, shitface.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” And then he left the lobby before the game could start. You and your nephew burst out laughing at the thought of the dude getting a leather jacket.

He was nothing to the two of you three minutes later, because you let Carl play with his account after that. But SaviorNutsack69? He was not the type to back down from a fight even long after it had ended.

700 miles from Georgia, SaviorNutsack69 got up from his chair and drove to the mall. He ran into the edgiest store he could find with purpose and unapologetically purchased the coolest leather jacket he could find.

And the rest is history.

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The two of you sat there in silence, the thought of having met before all of this…

It was refreshing—the prospect of destiny. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, it made you an ounce closer to him.

He grinned. Negan thought back to the leather jacket he abandoned before returning. “Hey, you’re the genius behind my look.”

“Guess I am,” you mused.

Your shoulder brushed against his, and you could have sworn there was electricity there somewhere.

“Feels like a rocky start to a love story, huh?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“You think this is a love story?” you asked him nervously.

Negan thought about it for a second, grinning. “I don’t know, do you?”

“Well,” you started. You paused before standing up and leaving his cell. Before leaving, you looked back at him with a smile. “We’ll see.”

“See what?” Negan stood up, holding the bars of his cell only to realize that it wasn’t locked.

“If you’re as bad on garden duty as you are on Call of Duty,” you taunted him with the same spirit you had from all those years ago. “Maybe then I’ll consider if it’s a love story.”

And that was it. You liked Negan, but that was just the beginning of a whole new story. You just knew you were lucky enough to have gotten the chance to meet again.

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badasmuse · 1 year ago

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“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

#bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #swf2 #squidnotes

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luvismenu · 22 days ago

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chap: 15 — push comes to shove pt.2 ✎ ,, index

warnings: just a lot of kissing (im sorry for edging you guys—)

wc: 2.6k

note: this chapter was supposed to fix everything between them, and the rest of the chapters were just going to be hehe hahas but then my silly brain thought, ‘hmm, maybe i can have a little more fun with them?’ so, yep, just a bit more drama in the later chapters,, sorry not sorry <3

as the tension settles and the murmurs of the party fade behind you, jungkook holds the front door open for you. you step outside into the cool night air, crossing your arms tightly as if it’ll shield you from both the cold and your frustration.

jungkook follows, his steps slow. “i’ll drop you at yours,” he says casually, as if he’s not still slightly fuming from everything that just happened.

you glance at him, your brows knitting together. “no, thanks. i’ll just call a cab.”

he exhales sharply, a hint of irritation in his tone. “it’s late, ___.”

“i can take care of myself, jungkook,” you retort, standing your ground.

“can you not be stubborn right now?” he starts, sighing. “we can talk in the car. saves time.”

you blink, caught off guard. “what? i don’t think that’s a good idea while you’re driving.”

he huffs a dry laugh, folding his arms. “of course. because you know everything, don’t you? you just make decisions for everything. no one else gets a say.”

your jaw tightens as his words sting more than you’d care to admit. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“you’re always like this,” he says, gesturing vaguely with one hand. “you decide what’s right, what’s wrong, what’s okay for everyone else. you don’t even think to ask.”

“oh, and you’re any better?” you snap back, your voice sharp. “you avoid everything until it explodes, and then you act like it’s everyone else’s fault.”

his eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “i avoid things because you act like you don’t care. like none of this matters to you.”

you pause, your chest tightening. “do you think i like this? do you think i enjoy all of this mess?”

“then why do you keep pushing me away?” he counters, his tone frustrated but not angry. “every time i try to get closer, you just… brush it off”

“because i don’t know how to handle this, okay?” the words spill out of you before you can stop them. “this wasn’t supposed to happen. we weren’t supposed to happen.”

he watches you for a moment, his expression softening just slightly, though the tension in his shoulders remains. “well, it did. and pretending like it didn’t isn’t helping.”

you take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. he stays quiet, his gaze searching yours as if looking for something he can’t quite put into words.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and unresolved, until finally, you sigh and brush past him toward his car. “fine. let’s go. we'll talk”

“finally.”

you roll your eyes but get in the car anyway, the tension between you simmering as he follows.

. . .

the car ride starts in silence, but it’s anything but peaceful. jungkook keeps his eyes on the road, his grip on the wheel a little tighter than necessary, and you sit stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed as you stare out the window. the tension between you two is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

finally, he breaks the silence. “so, are we gonna talk, or are you just gonna keep looking out the window all night?”

you turn to him, eyebrows raised. “can i think for a second? don't act like you aren't silent right now,”

his jaw clenches, and he glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “maybe because every time i try to talk, you shut me down.”

“i shut you down?” you scoff, leaning forward slightly. “you’re the one who keeps everything bottled up until it explodes. like tonight. punching jason? really?”

“don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing,” he snaps, his voice laced with frustration.

“thinking and doing are two different things, jungkook. you didn’t have to escalate it like that.”

“yeah, well, maybe if you weren’t dancing with him in the first place—” he cuts himself off, shaking his head as if trying to rein himself in. “you were avoiding me and you were pulling someone's hair too, remember?”

“wow,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “so now it’s my fault? and i didn’t invite him, you know.”

“and i didn’t invite mia,” he counters quickly, his tone sharp.

you flinch slightly, his words hitting a nerve. “don’t bring her into this.”

“why not? she’s part of the problem, isn’t she? just like basic jason is.”

“you think this is about them?” you ask, your voice rising slightly.

“tell me then! who is this about, ___?” he slams his hand against the steering wheel, not hard enough to be alarming but enough to vent his frustration. “and what is the actual issue, huh? because i’m still trying to figure out why you can’t just admit how you feel.”

you blink, stunned into silence for a moment. “what are you talking about?”

he scoffs, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “don’t play dumb. you think i can’t tell? you’re scared, ___.”

“scared of what?” you snap, your voice defensive.

“of admitting you care,” he says simply, his voice softer now but still firm. “because then you’d have to actually deal with it.”

you shake your head, looking away as your chest tightens uncomfortably. “this isn’t fair,” you mutter.

“yeah, well, neither is pretending like none of this matters,” he says, his tone quieter but no less intense.

the car falls into silence again, the only sound the faint hum of the engine and the occasional turn signal.

finally, you take a deep breath and say, “pull over.”

he glances at you, confused. “what?”

“pull over,” you repeat, your voice steady. “we’re not doing this while you’re driving.”

he hesitates but eventually complies, pulling the car to the side of the road and shifting it into park. the street is quiet, the glow of a streetlamp casting soft light into the car.

you both sit there for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavily between you.

“i am sorry about,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

his head turns to you, “about what?”

you swallow hard, your hands twisting in your lap. “about me being scared. about this being about us.”

he watches you closely, his gaze softening slightly as he waits for you to continue.

“but you’re wrong if you think this is easy for me,” you add, your voice trembling slightly. “it’s not.”

“you think it’s easy for me?” he asks quietly.

you meet his eyes, and for the first time all night, the anger between you feels like it’s dissipating, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

his fingers gripp the steering wheel loosely now, but it’s his eyes that catch you off guard. they’re fixed on you, intense and searching,

the tension shifts. no longer sharp and angry but charged with something entirely different. his eyes flicker to your lips for the briefest second, and your breath catches.

neither of you moves at first, as if waiting for the other to break the moment. your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

and then, suddenly, jungkook reaches for his seatbelt, the sound of it clicking undone breaking the stillness. before you can fully register the movement, you’re doing the same, your fingers fumbling as you unbuckle your own belt.

the next second, he leans across the console, and you meet him halfway, your lips crashing together in a kiss that’s both desperate and urgent.

it’s rushed, fueled by frustration and all the emotions neither of you has been able to put into words. his hand cups your jaw, his touch firm but careful, while your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as if you can’t get enough.

. . .

the drive back to your apartment is a blur of stolen glances, heavy breathing, and the tension hanging in the air. neither of you speak, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable; it’s electric, every second building on the moment you just shared.

as soon as you reach your door, you fumble with the keys, your hands shaking slightly as you try to unlock it. jungkook stands close behind you, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

the lock finally clicks, and you push the door open, but before you can step inside, jungkook’s hands grab your waist, spinning you around. his lips find yours again in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. it’s needy, frantic, as though he’s afraid the moment might slip away if he doesn’t hold onto it.

you barely manage to kick the door shut behind you as he presses you against the wall. your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and he groans into your mouth, the sound reverberating through you. his body molds against yours, his chest firm against your softness, and you feel yourself melting under his touch.

“i need you,” he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse and desperate.

his words send a shiver down your spine, and your response comes out in a whisper, almost inaudible. “i need you too,”

your words seem to light a fire in him. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours for a brief moment before his lips are on you again, kissing you with even more intensity.

you’re both out of breath, gasping against each other’s lips, but neither of you stop it’s like you can’t get enough, like every second not touching feels unbearable. his hands roam your body, gripping your hips, sliding up your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“bedroom,” you manage to gasp out between kisses, and he nods, his lips moving to your jawline, trailing down to your neck as he murmurs, “okay.”

you stumble towards your bedroom, your bodies colliding as you kiss and touch, barely managing to stay upright. by the time you reach the door, his hands are under your shirt, his fingertips brushing against your bare skin, making you shiver.

the moment you step inside, he pushes the door shut with his foot and pulls you against him. his lips find yours again, hungrier this time, and you can’t help but whimper into his mouth. his hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as your legs wrap around his waist.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and taking off his shirt. his body hovers over yours, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with so much intensity it takes your breath away.

“say it again,” he whispers, his voice low and raw.

“say what?” you ask softly, your hands trailing up his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.

“say you need me,” he says, his gaze locked onto yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“i need you, jungkook,” you whisper, a small smirk playing on your lips.

he groans, capturing your lips in another kiss, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. you can feel his bulge pressing against your core, his need is evident in every touch, every kiss, every breath.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs against your lips.

“you said that before,” you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips as you pull him closer, your fingers threading through his hair.

he chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. “fucking hate it when you avoid me,” he says.

“what happened to miss 'missing in action’ being the best fuck youve ever had?” you tease.

“you know i wouldn't fuck someone who isn't you,” he sighs, his lips lingering on your jaw before moving down to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. “i am sorry about that,”

you tilt your head back slightly, giving him more access, your hands still tangled in his hair. “you really think sorry is enough?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, teasing but with an edge of seriousness.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes softening “no,” he admits, his voice low. “but what about you and jason? am i getting an apology?”

“fuck no,” you reply firmly, not backing down.

he frowns, his expression darkening slightly. “___!” he says, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. “really?”

you shrug, your fingers still tangled in his hair, pulling him closer again. “i’m not sorry about that.”

he lets out a frustrated sigh, but his lips are still close to yours, his breath mingling with yours. “you can’t just keep brushing things off like that,” he says, but there’s a softness in his voice now, a hint of concern under the tension.

you tilt your head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “and what exactly are you gonna do about it?” you tease, the fire between you not fully gone but now tempered with a strange calmness.

he stares at you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “maybe i’ll just have to teach you a lesson,” he murmurs, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you even closer.

you give him a look, your chest rising and falling with each breath. “i’m not afraid of you, jungkook.”

“and i am not afraid of you, ___,” he mutters, his lips crashing into yours again, this time with more intensity, but also with a hint of playfulness, as if he’s not sure whether to keep arguing or just give in completely.

“you hooked up with her?!?” yoongi exclaims, his eyes wide with disbelief. “instead of talking to her!?”

jungkook stands there, looking almost guilty but also defensive. “yoongi, it’s not like that—”

“no, don’t even try to explain,” yoongi interrupts, throwing his hands up in frustration. “you could’ve talked things out, worked it through, and what do you do? you go and hook up with her?”

“i—” jungkook starts but yoongi cuts him off again.

“are you crazy?” yoongi says, pacing a little, his voice rising. “you think that fixes everything? that makes it better?”

jungkook looks at the ground for a moment, his jaw tightening. “i didn’t know what else to do, okay? everything was a mess. i couldn’t just—” he stops, running a hand through his hair.

yoongi crosses his arms, his expression softening just slightly, though the frustration is still evident. “i get it, jungkook, but that’s not the way to fix it. you’re not helping yourself or her.”

“i know,” jungkook mutters, his voice low. “we fucked up and we didn't fix it,”

yoongi sighs, shaking his head. “you can still make it right. just... talk to her. figure this shit out before it goes too far.”

jungkook nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i will try,”

“and stop coming here to the store every time you have an inconvenience,” yoongi says, crossing his arms with a pointed look. “i’m starting to feel like your mom or something.”

jungkook can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “you’re not exactly the nurturing type, hyung.”

“yeah, well, someone has to deal with both of your messes,” yoongi shoots back, rolling his eyes. “and honestly, i’m overqualified for the job.”

“come on, we make your days interesting,” jungkook jokes.

“yeah, my blood pressure thanks you for that,” yoongi retorts, shaking his head. “now go fix your damn problems before i start charging you for emotional support.”

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jenxsaiv · 2 years ago

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Drew Starkey as your boyfriend

PAIRING: Drew Starkey x fem!reader

A/N: i was looking for something like this in tumblr and i only found 2 works so u decided to wrire this. I hope you guys will like it and agree with my vision. Also english is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes.

You met by accident on the pavement

He was 24 and you were 21

Actually he ran into you and spilled his coffee on your tshirt.

He felt guilty so he asked you out for coffee as an apology and bought the tshirt back.

Drew told his friends about you

And they teased him

"Drew found a girl" "My bro fall in love and is too scary to tell y/n true"

He was confident until he realized he was in love

He became shy and it was funny

Finally he said it also by accident

You both were in car, driving to his house and you had an argument about it how much you spend time working and how much you are tired.

"Y/n you don't understand why i did it. I just cant looking at you being tired everyday.

"You are rich and don't get it. I have to work"

" I know you are studying and you need money but I told you a million times that you can live with me. I want for you everything the best because you are special and I love you"

"Drew. What did you already said??

And this is how he told you he loved you and also he said 'I love you first'

Hes the softest boyfriend ever

Loves seeing you in his big t-shirts its also his turning on

Very touchy boy

Cuddling every evening on his sofa if you have time

A lot of out-going and in-going dates

These out-going-dates are probably dinners in fancy restaurant or just walking by the city streets at 9 pm

Pda is definitely his thing

I mean he probably will hold your hand all the time but also loves back hugs you

He is ready to defends you or fights for you

KISSES! A LOT OF KISSES

Drew is very touchy and need to be with you all the time

Nsfw part

He loves eating you

He does it without thinking about it. Just seeing you laying on your bed at 11 pm and starting kissing you and then eating you

Okay he is the best trust me

He knows how to do it and enjoys seeing you being a mess because of him

Hes a kinky boy

Also fingering you a lot

He may looks innocent but he is a big teaser

One day you both had a dinner with your parents and he fingered you under a table

He is a dom most of times but also enjoys when you riding him

Also he probably will spoiling you

Buy you wantever you want

Princess treatment!!

Gives you flowers everyday

Well he is the cutest, the most protective and touchy boy ever

He loves you the most and wants the best for you

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spencerreidsbookfairy · 5 months ago

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SET UP.

famous!readers back you guys and its angstier than ever.

Okay so I skipped dinner.

I physically couldn’t handle the expected awkwardness

I lied and told him my manager needed to to talk me and it was urgent

He's a profiler you dumb bitch

Part of me feels bad, but it’s not like I don’t want to make amends with him and his team; it’s just that ever since I was a little girl, I’ve struggled with confrontation, and it’s followed me into adulthood. I know avoiding the issue won’t make it go away, and I’m fully aware that he probably sees right through my excuse. Still, the thought of facing him and his team, of having to explain myself and potentially deal with their disappointment, feels like too much to handle right now. It’s frustrating to be so paralyzed by something as simple as a conversation, but I’m hoping that with time and a bit of courage, I can find a way to address it.

Adding to my anxiety about confronting them is the lingering sting of how they treated me behind my back. I’d overheard them making fun of my singing and mocking my songs, which felt like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just the hurtful comments but the sense of betrayal from a group I had hoped would be supportive. The thought of facing them now feels like stepping into a hostile environment, where every word and gesture might be laced with judgment or ridicule. This makes my reluctance to confront the situation even more overwhelming, as the fear of being dismissed or belittled looms large.

On top of everything, I already feel incredibly insecure about being around Spencer’s team. Here I am, a singer trying to make a name for myself, while they’re FBI profilers, experts in their field, and it’s hard not to feel like my career is a joke in comparison. The stark contrast between our worlds—my creative, emotionally driven profession versus their analytical, high-stakes work—makes me question if I even belong in their presence. Every interaction feels like an unspoken judgment of my career choice, amplifying my insecurities and making me doubt whether my passion for music is taken seriously or just seen as a frivolous hobby in their eyes.

I then decide to go out to a party to self soothe God knows i need it, seeing all my friends

Bella, gigi and ariana all my friends making it their duty to make me feel better about my current situationship

I then see a blonde, gorgeous woman walk into the club

Its lila archer

No.

Lila always secretly resented me, for what reason i'm not sure, but one thing i do know is that i'm not the problem lilas notorious for being a huge bitch to almost everyone she comes in contact with. Her fame getting to head 24/7 I truly want someone to shoot me if i ever turn out to be like her, so rude so dismissive so-

Wait whys she walking over here? Was i talking out loud????

“y/nnnnnnn???’’ she dreadfully drags out. ‘’ what are you doing here, everyone else told me youve been at home moping over a guy” voice FILLED with mockery terribly trying to be hidden with concern

I finally get the courage to say something.

“ wow words get around fast i guess”

“ im here for you you know, if you ever need advice, like beauty advice, or just friend advice”

Oh.

I already feel immensely insecure around her. her gorgeous eyes, body face, dating history

Before i can say anything back she chirps up and says

‘’ what is his name anyways? Wont spill the beans, promise.”

“Spencer.”

‘’ wow so I don't get a last name” she says and laughs, " that poisonous laugh will kill me one day.

‘“Reid.’’

I can see the knowing smirk forming on her face and i'm confused on whats humorous about his name

‘’ oh my god, you mean FBI spencer reid, that dirty dog just can’t get enough of the public eye girls can he, he sure does have a mouth on him though.’’

Fuck. my. Life.

He said i was his first girlfriend,

Im hyperventilating internally

‘’ maybe you're thinking of someone else lila, spencer said i'm his first girlfriend”

‘’ Oh you probably are, we still had fun though, he saved my life. Of course I'd reward him for it.”

I swear the music in the club stopped when she said that

‘’ excuse me.’’

I say as i quickly power walk out the nightclub and into my car to go home

You might be asking why i'm freaking out so bad

Spencer told me we were each others first time.

I gave him my virginity thinking it was his first time too.

He lied.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds incorrect quotes #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid angst

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hwasoup · 1 year ago

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Saw your requests open, and I wondered if you could write anything for a Latina spider reader with Miguel, just them talking Spanish to each other. It could be nsfw or sfw <3

omg Nonnie YESSSSS, im happy to write this :3

miguel can bend me over a desk if he spoke to me in spanish

18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: breeding kink, bunch of spanish, dom miguel, fingering, bent over the desk, teasing, slightly mean miguel if you squint, mild spanking, lots of begging, AFTERCARE, slightly rushed ending due to wanting to sleep

(1.6k words)

It was another day at the spider society, Hobie was pranking someone, Lyla spilling tea to other spiders, Peter showing off pictures of Mayday, and missions being done and or completed...but something was just not right….

You recently just joined the society about a good six months ago, after your boss Miguel found you tied up in your own webs in your own universe. He ended up being your mentor and teammate in missions. After a while of being with him, the two of you eventually fell in love and became the spider society’s “it” couple, everyone knew that the two of you were dating.

You noticed that Miguel has been awfully quiet and hasn’t even budged from his office, so you decided to pay him a little visit. After you do arrive, you walk in to see Miguel just briefing a task force before they jump into a mission. You interrupt him with a smile “Oye Miguel, por que no estas gritando como usualmente lo haces ??” (hey miguel, why aren’t you yelling like usual) He looks at you and groans “ay por dios y/n, can’t you interrupt me when i'm not busy” he says

you giggle at his very stern look and you replied with a cheeky smile “awee come on Miguelll, I think they understand what the mission is about, right peters ?” The five peters nod in agreement. With a sigh Miguel dismisses them and puts his full focus on you. Once all the peters have left, he turns to you giving his full attention “Que quieres y/n, no ves que estoy ocupado” (what do you want, can't you see i'm busy ?) he says gruffly.

you smile and give him a quick kiss on his cheek that left him blushing “no, not really…how about if you get busy doing me ?” you say nonchalantly. Miguel whips his head quickly when hearing your words “mi amor…i- you can't just say that aloud ?” You smile again “awww why not, it’s just us two…in your office…” you say cheekily.

Miguel looks at you conflicted, he definitely wants to take up on your offer but he would die of embarrassment if Peter walked in with Mayday. But then again, who is he to deny his precious spider from a bit of intimacy

He then whispers “quieres que te coje chula ?”(You want me to fuck you, pretty ?) You blush at his words, the raspiness of each letter being pronounced, how his Spanish differs from yours due to being from different cultures, it made your insides stir “god yes migs…” he smirks and leans in giving you a tender kiss, after pulling away he looks at his traversal watch and mumbles “Lyla…lock my office for me…and make sure nobody gets in” Lyla locks everything as requested and Miguel goes back to kissing you. Miguel kissed you with his usual passion, his love and lust for you being spread throughout your body. He brings a hand down to your suit and using his claw rips a straight line from the valley between your breasts all the way down to where your heated core would be “so needy for me aren’t you mi vida” you shudder at his words wanting more “please miguel…no teasing”Miguel chuckles as he looks at you, he then suddenly picks you up and places you on his desk with your ass facing him.His calloused hands your ass, giving it a small spank to see the fat ripple. Using the tear that he made in your suit earlier he then grabs the seams by both sides and completely rips your suit off your body, his hands now gliding against your skin, feeling every inch of your body. “Mmm…que bonita…” (how pretty) he murmurs. Miguel then leans down and kisses your back, peppering it with soft kisses as he whispered how beautiful you look. His hands however were already prodding at your weeping core that ached for attention. “Que quieres mama, donde quieres que te toques?” ( what do you want mama, where do you want me to touch you?”) You grind your hips against his fingers to gain some friction against your clit. “Tocame aqui… touch my p-pussy… please” He smiles and whispers “good girl..” and finally rubs circles against your sensitive nub, he made sure that your pleasure was first and not his, even though his cock was straining against his suit just pleading to be released from its confinements. He eventually then uses another finger to bring to your aching hole and slips one right in. Your pretty moans practically egging him on to keep on going, he slowly starts to thrust his fingers and slips in a second one, his fingers scissoring and curling to find the sweet spot inside of you. “Mi-Miguel please… I.. just put it in…” you whine out. Then, MIguel plunges his fingers deeper and curls the tips of his fingers once more and finds the sweet gummy spot inside of you “No princesa…that's not how you ask me…say it properly…” (No princess) You blush and look down as your moaning and panting and whisper “please fuck me with your cock…” Miguel chuckles and grabs you by the hair and yanks you up for you to meet eye level with him “Louder” he says “Miguel please fuck me with your cock” you say “With pleasure” he says back. He then deactivates his suit revealing his toned muscular body and his hard cock that's leaking precum from the tip. You look at his throbbing member and think to yourself how delicious it would be to take him from your mouth, but at this moment you’re begging to be fucked. Miguel slaps his tip against your clit a little to remind you what's about to come and in one swift motion pushes his cock inside your pussy. “Cono, que chucha tan rica tienes” (fuck,such a delicious pussy) he groans out as he can feel your velvety walls squeeze against his cock.

His cock easily kissed your cervix as it bullied its way through inside of you, the friction between the two of you becoming more electrifying at each thrust and moan. His length stretches you out to fix him snugly. His balls slapped against your clit, making your knees buckle at the little bundle of nerves being touched. He brings a hand to one of your breasts to give them a squeeze as he hits you from behind, His fingers rolling against your nipple, pinching and flicking them to wring out even more moans from you “dios, y/n… me estas chupando, fuckkk.. so tight, its like you want me to fill you up with my cum” (you’re sucking me)

Your eyes have rolled back as you’re riddled with ecstasy, drool came down from your lips as you moaned, your hair is disheveled from all the action, and your words have now become incoherent. Your body shuddered and spasmed at each of his rough thrusts. Your pussy clenched at each word he said. Miguel watches your back arch to fit more of him in, the grin on his face not leaving for a moment. The smell of sex wafted through the room, the sensation between the two of you enhanced due to both of your spider abilities.

“Ay Miguel, Mig- Miguel…I’m close” you say. The squelching noises from your dripping pussy filling the room as Miguel thrusts “shh tranquila mi amor, just a bit more and then I'll let you cum” (calm down my love) You try to hold it in as much as you can, trying to meet up with Miguel’s release. Miguel then brings a hand to your stomach to push it down a little to add some pressure for you to feel his cock ramming inside of you. His mind going hazy as his thrusts become more erratic, his own need for release almost reaching its peak ”i bet you would look so good just filled with my cum, so full with my seed, fuck… imagine you pregnant carrying my child, round and full for me. Cum for me y/n…let me see you scream on my cock” he mumbles out into your ear. His words had you falling into a gutter, Your body finally reaching its sweet release as you scream and squirt all over his cock. Your glistening lips still wrapped around his cock sucking him inside. Miguel groans and with a final thrust cums deep inside of you, coating your walls with his hot cum. He pants heavily and chuckles while looking down at you noticing your sweaty skin and pinkish body from all of the heavy fucking you both did.

He then finally pulls out, his cock now slowly softening, his cum dripping out from your puffy cunt. You try slowly getting up, but fail due to how sore you are from all the sex “No te pares mi amor… let me handle it..” (don’t get up my love) he says. He then brings a towel and wipes you down quickly. He quickly turns to find his couch and opens it up into a futon and quickly carries you there. Since your body was practically pushed onto a hard wooden surface, he wanted you to lay on something soft. “Miggy…I could have just laid on the desk.” you say softly “No y/n… tu mereces mis caricias...”(you deserve my caressing) He wraps his burly arms around you and kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

Miguel made sure that Lyla would clear out his schedule for the rest of the day to simply just cuddle you.

annd there you have it, I'm sorry if the direct translation in English doesn't make sense. I mainly focused on the fluidity of both Spanish and Spanglish sentences.

Hope you enjoyed reading! :))

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel smut

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toxic3mmy · 8 months ago

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The reader's boyfriend is abusive and has bruises all over her arm.

Then your best friend Quackity, who ends up having a crush on the reader, notices the bruises 😭

yesssss, ANGST

pls remember, this is fictional but it does happen to many people on the daily so be respectful my sweets

[i have brackets before and after tw content, PLS do not read if you’re not in the right place or are easily triggered, take care of yourselves my loves<3]

prompt: alex helps you leave an abusive relationship

warnings! mentions of r@pe/forced sex && abuse/abusive relationships

“i can’t believe this y/n” alex said angrily as he paced in his living room

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me! i’m sure you had your reasons and i promise im not upset at you. im pissed at that piece of shit. and you better let jaime know that if i ever fucking catch him absolutely anywhere, i will beat him to a god damn pulp, i swear on my mother. just look at those bruises! why didn’t you come to me the first time this happened?” he sighed, sitting next to you and taking your hand in his

“it’s not something that’s easy to talk about… i didn’t want you to think i was weak and… i dunno” your cheeks were very tear stained

“y/n… you’re not weak. you’re one of the strongest people i know. i’m so sorry this is happened to you. you deserve the absolute world. please just stay here, don’t go back to him… don’t give him the satisfaction..” he pleaded while looking into your eyes

“i can’t… you know i can’t. i promise everything will be okay. i’m going to go home and he’s going to apologize and i’ll pretend everything is okay until i can plan a way out, okay?”

“y/n… he could kill you. you’re so tiny and fragile especially right now and he’s literally 6 ft…” alex shook his head as he spoke

“i promise to call you if anything. i have to go now, okay? i’ll talk to you when i can” you said, giving your best friend a hug goodbye and heading home

you quietly closed the door behind you, hoping not to wake your boyfriend.

“it’s 12am.. where have you been baby?” jaime said with a devilish grin as he stood up and began moving closer to you

you jumped as his voice scared the shit out of you. you expected him to be asleep.

“jaime.. i thought you’d be asleep. i was just at the park, needed to clear my head” you gulped nervously as jaime wrapped his arms around you

“are you seriously still mad about earlier? i told you i was sorry… i promise i didn’t mean to hurt you. you know i love you to bits y/n” he said, with a strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath

“i k-know.. but i’m here now”

“let me make it up to you…” he said, kissing your neck roughly

suddenly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. you shut your eyes tightly, already knowing what was going to come next. jaime stopped kissing you and snatched your phone from your pants.

“alexis…” he whispered, reading the name of who was calling you and then he turned to look at you. you saw burning rage beginning to form in his eyes. he threw your phone at the wall near you and it shattered

“so you went to see that son of a bitch?! i fucking knew it! you disgust me, you fucking whore. i’ll show you who the fuck you belong to”

[tw; pls skip if you’re not comfortable reading r@pe/forced sexual situations]

a harsh slap echoed throughout the room and your face stung so bad.

he proceeded to rip off your shirt and jeans. you said nothing as he did this. tears silently spilled from your eyes. you were too tired to fight back. you were too tired to make a sound. you were just so tired.

you laid there as he did the unthinkable to you. your body was in terrible pain as he gripped your arms and took everything from you. he had you faced down on the sofa and all you could bring yourself to do was stare at the floor.

you decided right there that thus was the end. the second jaime was nowhere nearby, you’d finish getting your half packed things and leave him once and for all.

he finally finished and kissed your back, dressing himself back up.

“i love you so much baby, i hope you know that.. i’m gonna run to the store to get some more beer and some cigarettes before they close. i’ll be back okay? then we can have some more fun” he smiled and kissed your head before leaving

[end of tw]

your heart was racing. you had about ten minutes before jaime got home. you hurriedly packed as much as you could fit in your backpack and your small traveling bag. you made sure to get your expensive stuff like your ipad for school, your jewelry, and especially your car. you also did your best to get your clothes and shoes together.

before walking out of the door, you looked yourself in the mirror behind your front door. your hair was messy as you hadn’t brushed it in a few days. your arms were sore and had patches of purple and yellow scattered everywhere. your eyes were swollen and red from constant crying. your mascara and eyeliner were runny, and you looked a complete mess. you had a black eye and you felt embarrassed. you put on your sun glasses and left that prison of a house.

you got into your car with all your belongings and drove. you didn’t exactly know where you wanted to go but it’s like your body knew where to go and all you could do was follow it.

the worst pain you felt was in your heart. your heart was in so much pain from everything. you couldn’t believe how bad you let this get. you knew you deserved better.

as you parked your car at your destination, you took a deep breath. you locked your car after exiting and headed to the front door. you knocked softly.

alex opened the door sleepily, only in sweatpants.

“y/n? what happened?”

you couldn’t even get a word out as you practically launched forward and sobbed against his chest

“come in, please” he said and you did

he closed and locked the door behind you. he grabbed your bags from your arms and took them to his living room. he then led you to his bedroom and sat you down on his bed.

“did you park in my back parking? remember how we talked about hiding your car if something bad happened again?”

and you nodded

“y/n… what happened?”

“he h-hurt me… so bad ‘lex. he went to the store for more alcohol and i left. i had to. i’m really sorry to bother you with all of this. i just… i feel safest with you..” you said, beginning to sob even more as alex held you

“shh, it’s okay. i’m here and you’re safe now. you’re never a bother to me. you’re my best f-friend… i always want to make sure that you’re okay, chiquita” he said, rubbing your back

“alex…. he hit me… and then h-he… r-raped me… and i’m just a weak useless nothing! i just laid there! w-why? why did this h-happen? where did i go wrong…” you sobbed even more now and alex simply held you tighter

“we ned to get a test done for evidence y/n… we need to protect you. i’m so fucking sorry. you deserve real love. you never ever deserved any of this. you’re not nothing, you’re absolutely everything to me okay? do you want to go and do that rape kit thing at the hospital?” he asked

“i-i don’t know…”

“it’s okay, you still have time to think about it but you only have less than four days to make your mind up. let’s get you out of these clothes and let’s put them away in a sealed bag in case you do want to get tested.” and you just nodded

you felt numb as alex changed you into clothes of his own and put your clothes into a big ziplock bag with gloves on. you didn’t want to have to see jaime again or even relive the pain but maybe this could prevent others getting hurt by him in the future. you still had a little bit of time to think about it.

for now, you let alex change you and lay you in his bed. after he went and made sure every door and window was locked in his house, per your request, he tucked you in and laid right next to you. he held you to his chest and let you cry.

once you calmed down, he sang to you. his voice was so soothing and it was putting you to sleep.

right before you fell into a deep sleep, you heard alex whisper something to you,

“i promise to take care of you and show you the love you deserve. i’ll make you okay again..”

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n

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tldix · 17 days ago

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do i wanna know?

chapter 2.

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : mature 18+, dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk, alcohol consumption, talk of abusive relationship, (there’s probably more) (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

dean winchester x f!reader

after dinner, as promised you were heading upstairs to “fetch your guitar” as your dad told you. you loved him oh so dearly but you were not a dog & he found it hilarious when you reminded him of that. he was holding back tears when dean said “but you still fetch”. chuck damn this man got under your skin.

dean was relentlessly teasing you as always, even your dad joining in with him. you figured, after we eat he’ll head home. he won’t stay, he won’t wanna hear about you being in college anymore & he definitely wouldn’t wanna hear you play guitar & he DEFINITELY didn’t wanna hear you sing but no. boy were you wrong, as soon as the opportunity bestowed itself your dad sang like a canary reminding you of this promise.

as you climb the stairs. your slippers shuffle on the hardwood, the familiar break of the 5th step grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized. you pass by the pictures on the stairs. holding a life that felt both distant & ever-present. there you were on your 8th birthday with the biggest toothy grin, a cake infront of you burnt a bit but your dads big eyes were on you. the one next to it is a picture of your dad, sam, & dean leaning against the impala with a beer in hand. your gaze lingered on a picture of you & cas at the aquarium. cas. oh my gosh why haven’t you called him & let him know you were home? cas was a few years younger than sam. making him the closest to your age but old enough to still stick around your dads group. he was your ultimate bestfriend, having movie nights & him being the only one willing to make the 2 hour commute to the drive in. hell he’s your concert/festival buddy. you smile to yourself, maybe it won’t be so bad being back. wait fuck no you’re literally having to play the guitar & sing, right now. not just infront of your dad but dean too? the man who never let anything slide ever? someone had to have cursed you, maybe you should check around for hex bags.

you trudge through your bedroom door, sighing as you grab your guitar case. you open it, the strings glimmer in the dim light. perfectly intact, you glance around your room, praying you’ll find any excuse not to do this. i mean you could ‘accidentally’ cut one of these very strings on your guitar but they’re a bitch to replace so you decided that wouldn’t be happening. plus, the way their gleaming you couldn’t bare to do it. a sudden stomach ache? to obvious. starting a fire? okay yeah that’s a bit extreme. you sigh once more when you realize, there really is no way of getting out of this. i mean sure you could’ve said no, but then your dad would know for some unbeknownst reason you were nervous-

“sticks you coming or what?”

dean yells up the stairs. jesus christ this man. can he not let you gather courage in peace? does he not- nevermind.

“i’m comin” you yell back, you push down the burning feeling of nerves threatening to spill over. you sigh as you make your way back down the hall, gripping your guitar case until your knuckles turned white. you glance once again at the photos. making yourself a mental note that as soon as dean left you were calling cas. if it wasn’t too late maybe you could watch a mov-

“there she is, again.” dean said, his grin smug as ever. “ready to blow our minds?”

“i’m reconsidering everything that led up to this moment actually” you muttered as you trudge past him to the back door.

dean followed, clearly relishing in your discomfort. “what’s the matter? stage fright? didn’t peg you for a quitter”

“dean i swear-“

“swear all you want sweetheart, you’re still playing”

your dad peeked his head out from the kitchen as he says “we’re heading to the back patio”

“dad the neighbors” you turn to him, horrified “what is this, a private concert? yall just have vip?”

dean clapped his hand on your shoulder as he passed you by “relax, Freud. you’re among friends. probably. & me”

you groaned out but followed them out to the patio, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you desperately tried to calm your nerves. dean sat in one of the patio chairs, stretching out like he owned the place. your dad grabbed a beer & settled in next to deans both of them looking far too comfortable for your liking. could they not see you’d rather be skinned alive than have to go through this? the porch light cast a warm glow, & the faint hum of crickets & your heart that was beating 1000 mphs was filling the silence. you set your guitar case down on the patio with a heavy sigh

“alright” you said flipping open the latches. “but if this goes horribly wrong & the police show for disturbing the peace, it’s y’all’s fault”

dean smirked leaning forward slightly “oh no pressure sticks. it’s not like this is your audition for americas got talent or anything”

“oh my god would you stop calling me that? it’s bad enough dads got the whole town doing it” you snapped, pulling your guitar from its case.

“not a chance” dean said, his grin widening.

your dad cuts in “hey now i’ve been calling you sticks since you were 9, when you decided you could teach yourself drums in the garage”

“& shattered 3 pair of drumsticks in a week” dean chuckles as he adds

you glare at them as you adjust the straps on your guitar “you two are the absolute worst”

“we try” dean said, leaning back as he tips his imaginary hat

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you settled onto the edge of the chair, letting the guitar rest on your knee as you strummed a few cords tuning. you could feel their eyes on you— your dad filled with pride & deans filled with that infuriating mix of amusement & curiosity.

“so what are we getting?” your dad asked, taking a swig of beer.

“yeah Freud” dean said, leaning back with a smirk “you gunna sing to us bout repressed feelings or something deep & angsty?”

you glared at him “you’d be surprised how much psychology comes up in music actually”

dean raised an eyebrow “oh im sure you’re about to educate us”

“just shut up & listen, or is that not something you’re capable of?” you smirk, you shake your head & positioned your fingers on the strings.

as you began to play, the initial nerves started to subside. the opening cords of Please Be Rude - Gigi Perez started to play. you start the opening of the song

It's easy runnin' through your hair

Like fields of poppies in salt air

You said to me that you won't share

And I said, "I would never dare"

I stared at you the way I do

When I want somethin' else from you

You say, "Don't you go beg and plead, " and

You booked the night train for a reason

you glance up, meeting your fathers eyes as you continued to sing. he leaned back with a grin so wide, it could only be known as the smile of a proud parent. but when your eyes met deans, his reaction surprised you. his usual smirk had faded, replaced by something quieter. more intent. he wasn’t teasing anymore, he was actually listening so you continued.

I think I've seen this love before

Oh, she was hangin' 'round my block

And now she's walkin' through my door

Oh yeah, I've seen this face before

I think I've seen this face before

Oh, she was walkin' 'round my block

And now she's comin' through

you find yourself lightly tapping your guitar, losing yourself in the song as you often times found yourself doing. your dads eyes started to water, as dean kept his intense stare locked on you. a glimmer of admiration deep in his eyes.

My interest is to lay with you

To laugh and have nothin' to do

How else can it be proven to you

That I'm devout? I spill right out

My interest is to bathe with you

To soak you in and let it stew

And if I tell you something rude

Then drain me out, and please be rude

when you finished the last note lingering in the air, the silence that followed was thick with something you couldn’t quite place.

your dad, of course broke it first “damn sticks that was—“ he paused searching for the right words “was really something”

you looked down, suddenly shy under his praise “thanks dad��

dean was quieter, & when you dared to glance at him. you caught another faint glimmer of admiration? he masked it quickly, of course.

“not bad Freud” he said his tone casual, but there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “could use a cow bell though”

you rolled your eyes “God, you’re impossible”

dean chuckled, leaning back again “& you’re fun to mess with”

your dad stood up, clapping a hand on your shoulder “i’m gunna grab another beer, you two want anything?”

dean waved him off “i’m good”

you shook your head, & your dad disappeared inside. leaving you alone yet again with dean

the silence between you stretched for a moment before dean spoke “you’re damn good ya know?”

you blinked, caught off guard “what?”

“the singing. the guitar.” he gestured vaguely. “you got talent, don’t let your old man take all the credit just cause he got you started”

your cheeks warmed, you busied yourself with your guitar strap “thanks. that means a lot winchester.”

dean nodded as his smirk slipped back on his face, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long before he looked away. “just don’t let it go to your head, Freud”

& there it was- the teasing. again. but this time it was different. softer. like there was something unspoken beneath it. just out of reach.

before you could say anything, your dad appeared again. another beer in hand as he says

“alright now who’s up for round 2”

dean shot you a grin “i think Freud here can handle another set”

you groaned “you’re relentless”

“& you love it” dean shot back, leaning back in his chair with a grin

you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips yet again because of Dean Winchester. maybe home wouldn’t be so bad after all

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the sun beamed straight through the cracks in your curtains, far too bright for the hour. you groaned & buried your face in your pillow, willing the day to give you just a few more minutes of peace. but the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand was relentless, a reminder of the promise you made.

Bobby. 11 am. shift.

you rolled over with a sigh, squinting at the screen. it wasn’t even 9 yet, but you knew better than to push your luck with Bobby Singer. he might treat you like the granddaughter he never had but, that definitely didn’t mean he’d go easier on you for being late. Bobby ran the towns best (& only) diner. he’s won many of the awards at the county fair for his food, his company was just a plus. especially if you happened to have the nickname sticks. anyone who knew bobby, knew about you & jp. & maybe that’s why you weren’t slightly worried a bit about your shift this morning

dragging yourself out of bed, you stumbled towards the bathroom, still half-asleep as the shower sputtered to life, your mind wandered back to the night before.

Dean.

you groaned again but this time for an entirely different reason. he had stayed way longer than expected, lingering even after your dad went to bed. the two of you ended up sitting outside for awhile, trading sarcastic comments under the stars. his knee would slightly brush yours ever once in a while, he had a smile you’d never seen before across his face. his gorgeous green eyes were seem-lessly dancing through the moonlight as you talked. he told you stories about his youth, when he ran around with your dad. when he tried & ultimately failed at his super cool firefighter dream then ultimately decided to start the mechanic shop with your dad. it was odd, dean was always around in your childhood. always in the background. you never heard much about his life before, you knew he didn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents, he moved out with only his car & sammy. you also found out sam had successfully started & is running his own law firm, which was totally not shocking but the joy you felt for him wasn’t dimmed a bit.

but now, oh no now your thoughts are drifting to things they should absolutely never drift too. deans perfect round pink lips, the way they seemed mesmerizing in the light with beer glistening off them. how perfect they’d feel-

no stop. you can’t think that. this is your dads bestfriend. plus you had enough shit going on anyways, like this stupid fucking wedding you just got told about. could they not of got married before you got back? okay yeah that probably would’ve hurt more. ugh. then cas. fuck, cas. after dean finally left last night, you were so exhausted you completely forgot to call him. he was probably fuming. cas was absolutely never one to hold grudges but he wasn’t going to let this one slide as easily. you roll your eyes at yourself as you slip out of the shower.

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by the time you arrived to bobby’s diner, coffee in hand, it was 10:45. early enough to dodge his wrath, but just barely.

“there you are sticks” bobby called from behind the counter, his gruff voice carrying over the don of clinking plates & clatter. he adjusted his cap as he gave you a mock glare “thought maybe you forgot how to tell time”

you jokingly roll your eyes “it’s not even 11 yet pops” you pointed out, sliding behind the counter & grabbing an apron.

“should’ve been here at 10” he shot back, but his tone softened as he added “you eat yet?”

you shook your head & bobby pushed a plate of toast & scrambled eggs toward you “eat. can’t have you keening over on the clock”

you smiled, warmth blooming through your chest. bobby always pretended to be grumpy but you always knew better.

“thanks grandpa” you teased, grabbing a bite before tying the apron.

“watch it.” bobby muttered, but you could see the faint twitch of a smile.

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the morning passed quickly, you fell into routine almost too easily. the familiar rhythm of the diner keeping you busy. you were refilling coffee cups & wiping down tables when you heard it. the familiar sound of that engine whistling through the air. a sound you’d know anywhere.

you didn’t even have to look up, never even glanced at the door to know who it was.

Dean.

of course. oh Sam too, you whipped your head around as Sam’s eyes met yours. he carried a childlike grin as he approached, you walked around the counter setting down the coffee pot as you wrapped your arms around him. he laughed

“sticks my god how are you?”

he was dressed in a nice suit, something you imagined he’d now have to wear to work. you bit back a giggle as he put you down, letting yourself really take him in for the first time. he had more wrinkles around his eyes but it was still the same sam.

“i’m good sammy, congrats on the firm by the way”

he smiles widely as Dean cut in

“well, well” he said as his gaze board into you “didn’t know Freud moonlighted as a waitress”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow “& here i thought you had better things to do than bother me”

“better? sure” dean said, sliding into the stool beside sam. when did he find a seat? you walk over grabbing your pad as you pull out your pen “but definitely not as entertaining”

bobby emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. he looked between the two of you shaking his head as he shoots a brow sam

“if you two are don’t flirtin i need someone to grab the delivery from the back”

your face burned, oh no “pops were not-“

dean interrupted with a wide grin “flirting? nah bobby, this is just foreplay”

“dean!” you hissed, your voice a sharp whisper.

bobby let out a gruff laugh & disappeared back into the kitchen “better not let Jp hear that”

& just like that you were retreating to the back to grab these “deliveries”

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the rest of the shift went by in a blur, dean hanging around longer than you expected. he parked himself at the counter, sam leaving not long after he finished eating. muttering his goodbyes before shooting dean a look of confusion. dean was comfortable to say the least, stealing bites of the order of fries you had benny fix you. tossing comments your way whenever you passed by.

by the time 3 o’clock lunch rush came through, you & dean found yourself sitting in a booth sharing sandwiches bobby threw together. how could something he just threw together be so delicious?

“so” dean said leaning back in his seat “you ever gunna call cas or are you just planning on leaving him in the dark until he comes in here himself or worse your welcome home party he’s getting invited too?”

you groaned, letting your head fall back “i forgot, okay? i was tired last night”

“tired, huh?” dean smirked, taking a bite of his sandwich “didn’t seem too tired when you were serenading me & your dad”

“that’s uh different” you muttered as you fiddled with the crust of your bread.

“uh-huh” deans tone was teasing, but his gaze was steady as he said “you know he’s gunna chew you out right?”

you groan “oh boy do i know it. i promise i’ll call him tonight”

“good” dean said, his smirk softening just slightly. “wouldn’t want him thinking you run off & forgot about him”

you throw your hand to your chest in mock defensive as you giggle “oh i could never”

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by the time your shift ended, you were exhausted but oddly content. dean had stuck around until the very end of your shift, much to bobby’s amusement & your annoyance. insisting it was just his “off day” when you questioned.

as you climbed into your car, you caught dean leaning against his impala. watching you with a look that was impossible to read.

“see you around Freud” he called out before you started your car

you rolled your eyes as you rolled down your window, a small smile tugging at your lips “yeah, yeah, try not to miss me too much”

as you pulled out of the lot, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between you & dean — or maybe you were completely fucking delusional that your dad bestfriend would ever want you on that way.

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the smell of hot chocolate drifted through the air as you sat criss-crossed on your bed, phone in hand. it was almost 10 & guilt gnawed as you for not calling Cas sooner. you tapped his name in your contacts & hit the call button, bracing yourself for the storm you knew was coming.

he picked up on the third ring. “you finally remembered i exist huh?” cas said, his tone sharp but tinged with warmth.

you winced “i know, i know, im the worst. i mean to call last night but-“

“but dean & your dad kept you up with their antics” cas interrupted sighing heavily “bobby told me”

you paused “wait a minute you talked to bobby?”

“well it’s weird not hearing you call him pops but uh of course i did.” he replied “someone had to make sure you got home safely since you apparently forgot how phones work”

his tone was scolding, but you could hear the worry buried beneath it. you smiled despite yourself “i’m sorry cas, really. i missed you.”

there was a pause on the other side before he replied, softer this time “i missed you too bug”

your smile grew “ahhh there it is. i was waiting on it”

“what me calling you bug? yeah you’d hear it a lot more if you reached out”

you find yourself throwing yourself back on your bed. “well i’m here now, you won’t be able to escape me. i’ll make it up to you anyway.” you promised “when are we having a movie night?”

“soon” he said, his tone brightening. “but first, i’ll see you bright & early”

“uh why?”

“well your welcome home party tomorrow of course”

“tomorrow?”

“yeah tomorrow bug. ill see you then”

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the next day your days house was a flurry of activity. your dad had gone out though, truly. stringing up lights & setting up tables. dean rolled in his prized grill with a dramatic flair.

“behold” dean said, waving a hand at the grill as if it was a masterpiece painted by Picasso. “the key to this party’s success”

“you’re really milking this aren’t you?” you teased, crossing your arms over your pale blue sundress as you watched him set up.

he glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips “just giving the people what they want Freud”

your dad appeared from the house, carrying a cooler full of beer “you’re lucky my daughter puts up with your nonsense winchester”

dean grinned “oh cmon, she loves it”

“do not” you muttered, but the smile tugging at your lips threatened to betray you.

the party was in full swing by the time bobby arrived, followed closely by cas & sam. then finally charlie. cas wrapped you into a tight hug, the second he saw you. muttering something about how much of a pain in his ass you were but his smile & the warmth in his eyes told otherwise.

sam, ever the gentle giant gave you a warm hug & handed you a small bag. “just something i thought you’d like” he said.

you smiled widely as you opened it, the glint of silver flashing in your eyes as you open it to see a charm bracelet. a guitar being the only charm on it

“i figured you could add more too it”

you smile widely as you clasp it over your wrist,

you meet sam’s eyes as you give him another hug “oh sammy i love it. thank you”

cas didn’t leave your side for the first hour of the party, the two of you catching up over little things like where he works now. if he’s been seeing anyone came up once but he confessed he hasn’t. the conversation picked back up as you shared old inside jokes that weren’t just movie quotes

“ya know when sam gave you that i was biting my tongue so hard trying not to say “what’s in the box”

you chuckled as you nudged his side “brad pitt huh?”

another few minutes pass & you find yourself deeply engrossed in telling cas the story about how 2 years ago you placed a record in some run down bar in cali for riding a mechanical bull. you were telling him how badly your thighs hurt the next as you suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring seemingly straight through you.

you glance up, seeing your dad talking to bobby, sam & charlie talking amongst themselves as some of your dads other coworkers played cornhole. dean stood by the grill, flipping burgers with a little more force than necessary. his jaw was tight, & his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he glanced between you & cas.

“everything okay over there?” you called out to him, tilting your head a bit.

dean looked up, his smirk back in place but his voice carried an edge. “just making sure you ain’t hogging all my buddy cas’ attention”

cas raised an eyebrow “i’m simply catching up & hearing all about my bestfriends college stories. don’t you have some burgers to burn dean?”

you bit back a laugh as you forced a gulp of beer down, but dean didn’t seem the slightest bit amused. “burgers are fine” he muttered, turning back to the grill with a whisper of a “bestfriend, yeah right”

cas gave you a knowing look that made you arch your eyebrow but he chose to say nothing, his hand briefly brushing yours as he passed you a drink. the warmth of his gesture wasn’t lost on you, but neither was the way dean kept sneaking glances & glaring at cas.

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dean physically couldn’t help his eyes moving your & cas’ way every 30 seconds. he tried to focus on the burgers, even offering small comments to your dad or bobby when they joked. his breath got caught in his throat when he noticed you & cas were gone, he only started breathing again when he realized you had decided to stop standing & move to a table. you were sitting there, right in front of cas. laughing at some dumb question he had, the sound carrying all the way over to where dean was flipping burgers. that should be his jokes your laughing at, you should be smiling like that at him, briefly touching his hand-

“you know” sam voice broke through his thoughts “if you stare any harder you may actually burn the food”

dean glanced up sharply finding his brother standing nearby, holding a drink & wearing amused expression.

“what the hell are you talkin bout sammy?” dean muttered, yet again flipping a burger with unnecessary force.

sam raised an eyebrow “you’ve been watching her like a hawk the whole night & i know it’s not because you wanna see that pretty bracelet i got her”

“have not.” dean said, his tone was defensive his jaw tightening.

“uh-huh” sam smirked, taking a swig of his beer “so the constant glaring at cas is just a coincidence?”

dean scoffed “i am not glaring at cas”

“sure you’re not” a new voice chimed in, dean turned to see charlie approaching, her grin wide & mischievous. “but if looks could kill, dear god we’d be planning a funeral tonight”

dean groaned “don’t you have someone else to pester?”

“not when this is 1000x more fun” charlie said crossing her arms. “seriously dean, you’re jealous. it’s adorable”

“i’m not jealous” dean snapped, just when he thought he was in the clear he felt the tips of his ears burning. fuck. that didn’t go unnoticed by sam.

charlie turned to sam, her eyes twinkling. “he’s totally jealous”

“oh absolutely” sam said, nodding with a smirk.

dean threw his hands up “damnit okay fine but you two are the fuckin worst”

charlie leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you know, if you actually told her how you feel, you wouldn’t have to stand here sulking because she’s talking to cas”

dean scoffs “i’m not sulking & im not telling her. Jp would kill me”

“dean” sam cut in, his tone gentle but firm. “it’s okay to admit you care bout her. but you’re really gunna have to stop acting like you don’t”

dean sighed, running a hand through his hair as he utters “you guys don’t get it. Jps my bestfriend. if i screw this up-“

“then don’t screw it up. be honest for once.” charlie said simply. like it was the easiest thing in the fuckin world.

dean decided against responding & digging himself into a hole he couldn’t get out of. instead he let his gaze wander back to where you & cas where sitting, your laugh lighting up every dark piece of him.

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hell. this was hell. some fucking coworker of your fathers deemed it be his responsibility to tell you any & everything that was going on in town. you were just praying he’d leave out the obvious details you didn’t wanna hear again, but again when did things ever go your way? maybe you really should be checking for hex bags.

“so you hear bout Jo & Colt getting engaged?”

you froze for a fraction of a second, you knew it was coming. it was inevitable, this was a small town after all so it really shouldn’t be shocking to have to hear this over & over again. when people got married it was a big deal, you just wished this one instance it wasn’t.

“oh? good for them”

“yeah.” the man said, completely oblivious to the tension suddenly creeping into your posture. “seen her & colter the other day at the grocery store. she’s expecting, seems like the married life oughta suit em well”

cas shifted slightly next to you, his hand gripping yours under the table. he knew. he always knew. there was no hiding your feelings from him.

“didn’t realize you were still in touch with her after you left for college, she took over her moms bar”

you just nodded. she always wanted that bar, it was her daddy’s before her moms & when he passed you thought everything else would follow. that’s why jo liked staying with you so much, her mom was too busy at the bar most nights so she’d come over & you, her & your dad would all pile up & do whatever your little hearts wanted. guess time changes people, because now her little heart wants your cheating abusive ex & your little heart wants your dads bestfriend. you felt a flash of heat cross over your face as you quickly averted your gaze downwards, no no no. you cannot think like that

“we’re not.” you muffled out, the swallowed the bitter edge in your tone “not really”

the man seemed to notice he’d touched something sensitive & gave you a gruff polite smile. “didn’t mean to stir up anything kid. sorry. i’ll uh im gunna go find jp to bother”

you uttered “you didn’t it’s fine” as he walked away but cas caught your eye, giving you a sideways glance, his expression carefully neutral. regardless you knew it would come up eventually, probably later when it was just the two of you.

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as the evening wore on, you started gravitating to the porch steps again needing a moment to yourself. away from the noise, you sat down. staring at the stars, the sound of the part fading into the background.

dean appeared beside you a moment later, two beers in hand “mind if i join you?”

you shrugged, & he settled in next to you. his shoulder slightly brushing yours

“your dads in rare forum tonight” dean said glancing back towards the yard where Jp was laughing with sam & bobby. his face beat red from the alcohol & tears streaming down his face from the bellyache laugh

“he always is at these type of things” you replied; your voice quieter now.

dean studied your expression for a moment, contemplating on bringing it up then decides to just usher it out “you seemed… off? earlier. when jo got brought up”

you stiffened but didn’t glance at him “it’s nothing”

“sure doesnt look like nothing” he said, his voice softening & there was no evidence of teasing in his tone.

you hesitated, the words caught in your throat. you promised yourself dean wouldn’t see the after effects of this god awful relationship. even after discovering your bestfriend was now part of the cause too. it was obvious dean already knew what was up, but the way dean was speaking to you now. it was almost - safe? grounding even? whatever it was, it made you let your guard down

“they’re getting married” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

dean didn’t need you to explain who “him”

was. he remembered the night you left him vividly, he remembered showing up to your dads the next day for work but seeing the sight of you he decided to just close shop for the day. the red rims around your eyes, the way he drug you around town just to get you out of the house. his jaw clenched, & he looked away. his fingers tightening & straining the glass of the beer bottle. “bastard never deserved you”

your chest tightened at his words, the weight of the past pressing down on you drastically. “maybe” you said softly, not letting your eyes leave the moon.

dean turned to you, seeing you in this light he felt a knot form him his throat. his expression was uncharacteristically serious. “definitely. no doubt bout it”

the intensity of his gaze made your heart race, & for a moment. just a moment you thought he might say something more, but then your dads voice called from the back of the yard & the moment was broken.

dean stood, rubbing the back of his neck “i should uh, get back to the grill”

as he walked away you couldn’t help but notice the way his shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself back. & you couldn’t help the jealousy you seen seeping through this eyes earlier was about more than just cas.

#dean winchester #dean angst #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x female character #dean winchester angst #jensen fucking ackles #jensen ackles #supernatural #do i wanna know master list

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evereverest2 · 4 months ago

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Little Monster Q&A + author fun facts !!

hello new followers and fans of Little Monster. first of all, i just have to thank everyone for the crazy support ive been getting as of late. thank you everyone. every like, comment, and reblog just pushes me to keep writing, even when it feels like every word i write is garbage.

so i decided to make this little special! idk if anyone will be super interested, so ill put all the stuff under the cut, but i also wanted to add this little drawing i did of terzomega as like extra content. if you arent interested, thanks anyway and enjoy the art!

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to everyone who stayed, i have no idea why you’re interested, but thanks lmfao. this shit will be long.

Questions

Is your most recent oneshot about the mirror related at all to Little Monster? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i'm glad you noticed that !! in The Mirror, i very purposefully left two hints at the end of the fic to indicate its connection to Little Monster, which was the taco ring reference and Terzo's use of "mostriciatto". to me, mostriciatto will always be the Little Monster version of terzomega. no matter when i finish that fic or if i write more fics after, i will never again use mostriciatto unless im purposefully writing these versions of terzomega. i havent seen anyone else use it (i hope they dont), so i like to imagine this can be forever my impact on terzomega fics lmao. anyway, the purpose of me leaving those references isnt necessarily to say, "this is a future scene of little monster" bc it isnt exactly that (while i have plans that line up with this oneshot, i cannot anticipate that everything will fit perfectly by the time we get there in the canon). the purpose of doing that was to show u cuties that yes, terzo and omega will eventually have a better relationship, and i will be extending this timeline into papa terzo era. just a fun little teaser for my more observant fans.

also, fun fact about how i came up with that pet name. i was writing the first part of Little Monster (that part is now titled Spilled Wine as featured on my Ao3) and i knew i wanted to give terzo an affinity for using pet names, but i didn't know quite which ones to use. i didn't want to be boring, so i googled some. i have no idea where, but i found mostriciatto, meaning, of course, "little monster." i had yet to even really start writing it, but i knew i wanted it to be DARK with a very unhinged omega, so i thought, perfect. ill talk a bit more about the writing of part one later on

2. How many parts do you currently anticipate writing? Do you have a set ending point, or will this perhaps be an ongoing project for the foreseeable future? (from @ofthemorningstars)

i have 12 major plot points (including the first five parts i have written) that loosely translate into parts. this could mean 12 parts, or it could be more depending on what i write. i kinda plan on expanding this to 18 (6 parts per “era” or “act” [you’ll see what i mean]) though i dont quite have a set ending yet, so really its up in the air. i am, however, planning on having a definitive ending, ergo not an endless project. from there there may be some oneshots in this universe, but they will have an ending.

3. In the first part of little monster you put a disclaimer with something along the lines of "if you're expecting comfort I'm sorry to disappoint". The angst is MWAH but do you like plan on giving Terzo like any sort of comfort or happiness?? (from anon)

before i begin rambling, here's your answer: there will be hope and good times as mentioned above, and you might have even picked up on that in part 5. i may have wrote a fucked up versions of terzomega but whats a good story without character growth?? i havent determined the direction of the ending, but rest assured, if it all burns down, they will hold each other close (for the minute it takes).

but also.... funny story about that disclaimer....

soo i wanted to write ghost fanfic to impress my friend who is a VERY avid member of this community. however, i failed to realize they DO NOT like angst without love and care and fluff, so after i showed it to them, buddy did not like it. i took that as a sign that maybe this shit was a little TOO dark.

but my god, i could not stop thinking about it, as the caption said, and i dont always feel that away about what i write. i had recently started to post semi often to tumblr, and i just thought. well, theres gotta be someone else as fucked up as me, and i posted that shit. that disclaimer was a result of taking my friends reaction seriously and realizing that i needed to make it VERY clear that this fic is NOT for everyone. there was a different og caption that was longer and more grave, but i cut it down for aesthetics bc little monster has already seen more success than i ever anticipated.

4. What is your favorite ghost album, and what song introduced you to ghost? (from anon) & Favorite ghost song (or songs) (from @ask-enso-ghoul)

my favorite album is Infestissumam!!! the vibes of the album are so fucking immaculate, even if terzo is my favorite papa.

of course, of course, the first song i ever heard from ghost was Mary on a Cross. it blew up when it did and i loved it. the second song that really made me start getting into ghsot was square hammer, which will secretly also be my favorite ghost song but ive heard it so many times i have to give it now to the future is a foreign land. some of my other fave songs are jigolo, respite, body and blood, faith, twenties, and year zero (there’s just so many)

i want to take a second to say my least favorite album though, which is opus eponymous, or as i call it, pope pussy. it’s ok. it’s just ok. mk. i’m not a fan of that sound. the best song on there is genesis. I FUCKING SAID IT—

5. how do you get into the zone of writing smut-? I’m trying to get into it but it sounds cheesy when I do, so do you do something specific? (from anon)

im gonna level with you. i have been writing for almost a decade, since i was 12, and the first thing i started writing was smut. sex has always been a HUGE creative force for my writing and art in general. as stupid as it sounds, writing smut to me is more than just that. its my art. its my greatest and most inspirational subject. i love being creative with it, bending it to the niches and intricacies of the duo im writing, just playing with it as a medium of expression, of storytelling, of how DEEP it can be.

that being said, one of the easiest ways to get into the zone of smut specifically is being horny ! you imagine your pairing doing some illicit bedroom activity and you pick them up liek dolls and smush their faces together ! let it be fun, and let it be yours. dont write it to please the kinks of your audience, write it to your own taste and enjoyment.

as far as it being cheesy, yeah, it will feel that way. the most important thing is to be confident with your language and don’t shy away from calling a dick a dick, a pussy a pussy, an ass an ass. it feels stupid, but it will read worse if you make up artsy names for them every other line. don’t be afraid to be descriptive either, because that’s what the people want to see, trust me.

apologies if that was unhelpful, ive just been writing smut so long i can hardly tell you how i do it. im jsut super passionate about it and it fuels me creatively….. can u tell lol

6. Favorite work you’ve ever done? (from anon)

so.... ive written many things and that depends. its definitely not anything ive posted on here.

i think my favorite "serious" work is a short story i wrote for a creative writing class, called Abel and Sally. it was an modern inversion of the bible story of abraham and sarah, with a really dark ending (i love to shit on catholicism)

the other work that comes to mind is the first story i wrote about my oc anson, called Anson's Prison. that is something i would potentially post on here, its pretty short but its a good one. its oc content, tho, so i doubt many ppl would be interested lel.

8. will you draw more drawing for your stories in the future? (from anon)

well. heres my thing with art.

ive been drawing as long as ive been writing. but im not an artist; i never learned ANYTHING beyond like drawing itself, i.e. i dont know how to shade, pick colors, do bgs, etc. (can u tell??? do u see that art up there???? can YOU TELL??) thus, i have a sort of love hate relationship with drawing, and i usually dont like my own stuff. i didnt pick up drawing as easy as i did writing and its not nearly as intuitive to me.

that being said, it is sometimes fun when the drawings turn out just right and i get super passionate about something i draw and i can create the image in my head. so if the mood strikes me, i probably will draw more terzomega stuff in the future.

but why do i need to?? feeds you all SO WELL with little monster stuff you dont need my shitty art lmfao

9. MILK OR CEREAL FIRST? (from anon)

cereal. bc the moment the milk hits that cereal u are on a speedy ass countdown to devour that shit before it gets soggy, and brother, u better eat quick.

Things I wanted to share

Little Monster was supposed to be a one shot

so, Little Monster started as one thing and turned to something else entirely. originally, i wrote the beginning of the first chapter (where they are flirting in the church) in about april of this year. in this version, they were supposed to already be in love, though hiding it, and terzo was not drunk at all, just teasing. i eventually scrapped it because i wasnt very passionate about it and got p bored. then, in july, i had the itch to write something dark, but none of my projects at the time had characters i could really write that with. i came back to that scrapped fic and i thought, damn, i could really fuck these guys up, and i did.

little monster immediately became more successful than i thought it would be, and that was only about 10 notes and a comment in. i was happy to leave it at that, but then, i just started writing part two on a whim. if you look at the og post in the comments, i mention that im writing a "follow up". thats bc even when writing part two, this was not going to be a series !! but then, as i kept writing, part two became so long i had to split it in half, meaning there were suddenly 3. by the time i posted part three, though, i was shocked at the sheer amount of attention i was getting. at the same time, part three ended in such a way that i knew this story needed to keep going, to give these two a resolution. now, little monster will be a full fledged story thanks to all the support ive received :3

2. im an english major

yeah, you got me, im a college student majoring in english creative writing. is it obvious? my penultimate goal is to one day be a published author. it’s crazy surreal to me how much people express to me how they enjoy my writing~~ i hope i can one day make my dream come true 🥰 the unfortunate part about this is i go back to college next week and im uncertain how that will affect my writing schedule :p i’ll stick to weekly uploads for little monster tho dw !!

3. this is the first time i’ve written fanfic in several years

when i first started writing it was frerard and peterick fanfics on wattpad in middle school (huge shoutout to the ones that know lmfao). i stopped writing those before hs and haven’t written fanfic since. i think it’s very funny that i have come full circle back to writing band fanfic, altho ghost ofc is way more intricate with its canon

4. I LOVE YOU GUYS

i know i’ve said it a dozen times already on this post, but god it’s crazy. it’s nuts !! i’ve already made a handful of super sweet mutuals who i appreciate with all my heart, and even if you’re just a lurker, I STILL APPRECIATE YOU. EVERY SINGLE NOTE MAKES ME SO HAPPY. EVERY COMMENT AND RB HAS ME BURSTING WITH JOY.

it is entirely thanks to you all that i write terzomega and ive become so passionate about it. if it weren’t for your support, i would probably still be writing my silly little stories that no one but me could possibly understand, rotting away and wondering if anyone would even like my writing. terzo and omega are such a unique pairing compared to what ive written before, and writing them is a really cool feeling. i truly love it, and i hope i can continue to feed this side of the fandom for a long time.

from the bottom of my heart and with all my writing soul, thank you. i want to keep writing for u guys, and i want to satiate ur dirty terzomega fantasies >:) this is such a sweet and inclusive fandom and im glad i’ve been welcomed in so quickly. i hope i can continue to grow my talent here :3

ok that’s it bye teehee

#terzomega #my art #ghost bc #ghost art #everest the thinker #worship the eversnake

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bueckerrss · 11 months ago

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Does she even exist? - c. sturniolo

warnings: mentions of abuse and death, cursing

this will be from chris’s perspective (takes place when he’s 17-18 years old then it jumps till when he’s older at least 21-22) street names are made up! (they’re not famous in this)

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late night walks weren’t really my thing but tonight i felt like i really needed one especially to get an energy drink from the gas station a few blocks away from my house.

i felt my phone buzz looking down at it i see it’s a message from nate deciding ill read it later i check the time 1:45 am, shit i needed to get to the gas station before anyone notices i’m gone.

as i walked the streets the cool boston air hitting my face making my cheeks and nose turn a slight pink color, from the distance i can see the lights of the gas station.

at the corner of the gas station where the lights are dim a girl around my age is standing there alone she kept looking around as if she was looking for something or someone.

“hey, is everything alright?” i asked her my voice seeming to grab her attention as she slightly jumped “yes, i’m alright! sorry i’m just looking for my boyfriend” she spoke softly still looking around “is he in the store? maybe i could go get him or something” i spoke pointing at the store behind her.

“oh no! he’s at work but he should be getting here soon since he got off at 1:30.” she explained looking down at her watch i pulled out my phone to check the time 2:00am “do you know how far his work place is?” i said “yea he works at booster juice you know that restaurant that’s a few blocks away?”

“oh yea that’s a great restaurant! what’s your name by the way?” i asked now seeming intrigued by the strange girl in front of me “oh my name is y/n l/n what about you?” she replied now looking at me “oh i’m christopher sturniolo but you can call me chris, hey do you go to somerville high school?” “yea i do!” she smiled “really why haven’t i seen you around?” i asked “i don’t know i’m very quiet and get to class as soon as possible maybe that’s why” she said with a shrug.

we spent a good 30 minutes talking getting to know each other until i felt my phone buzz.

NICK:

where the fuck are you?! it’s 2:45am! you said you were going to get something from the gas station that was over an hour ago!

shit. i look at the time and it surely was almost three am i quickly replied to his message before putting away my phone. “sorry to cut our conversation short but my brothers are waiting for me at home, are you sure your boyfriend is coming? i mean it’s almost three am” asked looking around for any sign of a car approaching us. “oh yea that’s okay and yes im sure he’ll be here any minute don’t worry!” she smiled at me.

“well it was nice meeting you y/n i’ll see you around!” i said as i headed towards the store and grabbing the energy drinks and heading to the cash register i pay and head out, looking towards were y/n was standing just to see she wasn’t there anymore maybe her boyfriend did come pick her up after all.

five years later

“oh my gosh remember that one time when we had hockey practice you accidentally ran into the wall because you tripped over chris hockey stick?” laughed nate as we were talking about old high school memories.

“i remember that!” laughed matt across from me as he nearly spilled his soda.

“i remember this one time chris scared the shit out of me!” spoke nick from next to me.

“what how?” asked matt leaning forward now intrigued by the conversation “yea it was like around january or so we were the only ones awake so he said he was going to the gas station a few blocks away to get a few energy drinks he didn’t come back till nearly three thirty am! what were you doing there for a long time?” questioned nick looking at me.

“oh i ran into y/n” i replied shrugging my shoulders “y/n?” asked nate confusion taking over his features “yea y/n you know y/n l/n? she had shoulder length hair and y/e/c eyes?” i said describing her but not seeming to ring a bell to the three boys in front of me “are you sure she went to high school with us?” asked matt

“yea she told me!” i replied “hold up i have the yearbook let me go get it” spoke nate as he made his way into the house.

not even five minutes later he came back yearbook in hand placing it in the table in front of us and flipping through all the pages no sign of her anywhere.

what? did i imagine her? was she even real? does she even exist?

“what the fuck, i swear i met someone that night named y/n and she went to our school!” i said pointing at the book confused as to why she wasn’t there.

the next morning i made my way to the library to research her online i tried looking for her social medias but nothing popped up.

as i walked in i made my way to the back where the computers where, i pull up the research bar and type in her name ‘no matches found’ read the screen fuck.

‘y/n l/n somerville high school’ i typed clicking the enter key to see if anything popped up ‘256 matches found’ the screen loaded to a bunch of articles “bingo” i smirked scrolling through the articles most of them being about the awards she’s gotten for being the top of her class or how she was nominated for scholarships.

nothing seeming to grasp my attention all being the same thing but rewritten as i was about to give up on my research an article at the end caught my attention,

‘TEEN GIRL FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS BEHIND A GAS STATION NEAR OAK STREET!’

read the title of the article catching my attention i double click on it to get the full story when a newspaper article appeared on the screen making my heart drop.

‘local teen girl known as y/n was found dead in the woods behind a gas station near oak street, police say they’re investigating the incident but as far as we know the victim had several bruises on her face and body the cause of death being stabbed in the back thirteen times, the murderer has yet to be identified.’

published:1/24/99

said the article i looked through the whole article trying to find out if they ever found out who killed her or any updates on her death but nothing was updated since 1999, meaning it was a cold case and she never got her justice.

until now.

i’ll make it my mission to find out who killed her and why they did it even if it’s the last thing i do.

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how we feel about this? should i continue it? lmkkkk !!!

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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 11 )

— CHAPTER ELEVEN : doctors appointment

— 𖦹 warnings?

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"jungwon is blowing up my phone right now." you laughed , reading all his messages as you waited for the doctor to show up, before replying to him that you're perfectly fine and that you can handle yourself around jake.

"does he ever let you be?" jake asked , he didn't mean for it to come out laced with so much jealousy , but too be fair his friend has been on his ass since he started coming around you.

"that's just jungwon , he's been like that since we were younger." you explained , you and jungwon had been neighbors since you were kids , you were older than him by two years , but his family would always invite you to things , and that's how you and jungwon became so close.

"well tell him that you're safe with me , and i won't let anything bad happen to you , so he can step off my neck." you rolled your eyes , your heart beating at the statement.

"ah , is your face red? are you blushing?" he smirked. "shut up." he laughed. "you are blushing , are my word flustering you?" he sat in the seat next to you. "fuck you." you laid back , turning your face to the side.

"didn't you already?" his eyebrows quirked up. "of course you would say that." you scoffed , as the door opened the doctor walking in. "( name )" you nodded , she read through the chart.

"we did a few labs , and they seem good , everything is okay with the baby , i just want to do a quick ultrasound and you should be good to go." you lifted your shirt , she picked up the liquid squirting some on your stomach , you flinched at the coldness.

"you okay?" jake asked , concerned. "it's just a little cold , calm down." you laughed at his reaction. "you dad?" the doctor turned to jake , his eyes widened , he actually hadn't heard anyone say that before. "me? yeah , i guess i am." he said.

"well here's your baby." she turned the screen to him. "that's the baby?" he was speechless , it finally felt real , he was actually having a baby. "jake , you alright?" you tapped him. "oh , yeah im fine , just shocked , this is really happening."

the doctor chuckled. "your parents must be so excited , are you guys planning on marrying before the baby is born?" the doctors words shocking both of you. "oh we aren't together." you said. "you aren't?" she said. "nope."

"your parents must be disappointed , you're both so young , and you aren't even together." jake noticed the doctor's sudden voice change. "well they don't know yet." he said , watching her face turn again. the hell was this ladies problem , you both decided you'd wait to tell you parents.

"tsk , you kids today , so irresponsible." she took the thing off your stomach , giving you a tissue. "i just need you to sign some forms and then you can go." she left out of the room , leaving you and jake to sit in the awkward silence she created.

he noticed the change in your attitude , you were quiet , staring at the ground. "don't listen to her , what does she know , it was our decision to do it this way." you shrugged , wiping the liquid off your stomach , pulling your shirt down. "whatever."

the doctor returned , handing you the papers which you quickly signed , just wanted to get out of there. "well you free to leave now." you grabbed your things , walking out of the room , jake following behind.

you could feel the stares of the receptionists and other nurses, knowing the nurse probably spilled the beans , jake grabbed your shoulders , shielding you from het nasty glare.

"you hungry , let's get something to eat , okay , i'll pay." he said. "im not - don't , we're going." he grabbed your hand. "don't pay attention to them , let's just go." he said , dragging you out the doctors office.

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kichikichiko · 2 years ago

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Trust, 6 months and Physical touch

A/N: Hi everyone! I decided to write another fic for fun so enjoy! This idea came out of the blue teehee

Wanderer x reader (no gender specified, only "you")

Fluff, comfort, Wanderer is recovering from his trauma of physical touch, soft wanderer,not proofread

You knew what happened to him. Why wouldnt you?

He trusted you with his life, and he knew you'd accept him, even though a part of him fears that you wouldnt. But you stayed either way.

Physical touch wasnt a usual occurence with wanderer, its almost as if it happens once in a blue moon. From subtle pinkie linking when walking around the lush green forest in sumeru to quick pecks on the cheek before leaving your shared home and starting the day. You were patient and understanding, you always have been.

Wanderer felt like he owed you something, anything no... EVERYTHING. You turned his life around and yet he still cant seem to hold your hand longer than 10 seconds, and cant even handle a hug for more than 3 seconds despite being together for 6 months already. Youve always been so kind, it scared him a little.

One evening, wanderer walked to your room and stood near the doorframe.

"Dear? Whats wrong? Why are you standing there?" Ripping your gaze away from the book you were reading and setting it down near the bed side table. Wanderer hesitated for a bit, wanting to say something and yet the words doesnt seem to come out of his mouth at all.

You understood, as you always have. Standing up from your bed you walked towards him "somethings bothering you, you dont have to tell me. We can sit together by my bed and I'll hold your hand" your gaze softened and you smiled a bit when he nodded to your suggestion.

The puppet walked behind you as you both sat down at the edge of your bed. It was a comfortable silence between you both. It was times like this that made wanderer appreciate you more and more. Without words, you always knew if something was wrong. When his pride wont allow words to spill, his body language will do the talking. And you knew.

After a little while, you felt a gentle yet hesitant hand slither towards your own hand and held it lightly, as if it wad afraid to scare you off. Of course you understood and held his hand in the same manner but only, with a slightly tigher grip. (This is his first time initating physical touch eith you) As if to reassure him that you are there with him at that very moment, and you arent leaving anytime sooner.

He tightened his grip on your hand more and finally made eye contact, one that was filled with fear, confusion and a hint of comfort. "Im... Im sorry I never hold you for more than a few seconds. I just.. Im..."

You pressed your forehesd on his "You dont owe me anything dear, Im doing this because I love you. I understand what you went through, and we can hesl together. Im never leaving you"

"You better not be fucking with me." He laughed slightly while shaking his head.

You smiled at his small laugh "Of course not love"

With those simple words, words he has heard a million times ever since he was with you, his heart finally believes in you just a bit, enough to let himself break loose and embraced you, and he made it seem like he wasntt going to let go for a while either.

6 months of trust for a hug in the night sky, with the breeze blowing softly was worth it. And you'd spend 6 months more if it means he'll trust you completely to be able to hold you without remembering the past.

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socstudies · 1 year ago

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Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

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ticklehigh-allthetime · 11 months ago

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Losers Together

A/n: Hey guys! I haven’t wrote a tk fic in so long so bear with me please! Huskerdust has my soul literally.)

It had been a normal day in the hotel for everyone,except for Husk.

He had been standing behind the counter long in thought staring into space.

Everyone in the hotel knew about Husks deal with Alastor. They knew not to bring it up to either of them because it would make husk mad and grumpier than he already was.

The only person who could ask questions was Angel. Husk trusted Angel with everything, perhaps it was from the close bond they had with each other….. I mean to be fair Angel was the first person in hell to ever seen him cry which is reasonable because they were now dating.Husk was trying to avoid thinking about what happened to him with Alastor a while ago but he couldn’t help himself. The more he thought about it the angrier he got. For the first time in a while he started thinking and reflecting on his actions and how fucked up he was mentally. He felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away laying his head on the counter. He started to think about Angel. He couldn’t wrap his finger around why Angel liked him or even…..noticed him? He was a grumpy old cat after all, why would someone as cool as Angel want him? He sunk into to counter eventually falling asleep.

Angel eventually got home from work, today was a good day for him because Val didn’t go too far in the studio and he got off work earlier than usual. Angel was excited to see his grumpy cat lover so they could hang out, usually they never have time to hang out in the day because of Angels work schedule but thankfully today was different.

He walked up to the bar noticing Husk purring as he slept with his head on the counter.

Angel moved next to him and rubbed his ears, most of the time when Husk sleeps at the bar he’s had a bad day so Angel knew something was up.

He stayed there until Husk eventually woke up to Angel softly petting his head. “What the…..Angel? You’re back already?” His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up.

Angel smiled at him but noticed the fur by his eyelids were a bit damp hinting he was crying a bit. “Hey Husky how about we go to my room so you can get some sleep, okay?”

Husk smiled at the offer but wasn’t super tired anymore.

“I’m not that tired anymore but we can still go to your room if you want”He took a sip from his drink then throws away the bottle.

They get to Angels room and decided to watch a movie.

Angel was laying on Husk’s chest as they watched on of Angels favorite comedy movies. He looks up to Husk seeing a sour expression on his face. He pauses the movie and looks up to him. “Hey we can change the movie if you don’t like it baby, I don’t mind” Angel smiles at him softly “are you ok?” He kisses Husk’s cheek looking at him with admiration. Husk looks down at him still wondering how he got such an amazing soul in this dipshit called hell. “Yes Angel I’m fine” He mumbles softly still not acting like he was enjoying their time together.

Angel frowned, “Is it Alastor again?”

Husk ashamedly looked down. “I mean kinda? I dunno I’m just-“ He sighs looking an angel holding his chin. “I just don’t know why you stick with me all the time….im not a good person and I’m not worth your time”

Angel basically gasped. It felt like Angels heart just exploded in millions of peices. If anything Husk doesn’t deserve him. He sat up and looked at Husks solemn expression.

“Babe honestly what the fuck are you talking about?”

Husk was caught off guard and stared at him with confusion “I mean-“ Angel covered his mouth and hugged him. “You deserve the world, if I could give that to you I would.”

Husk hugged him back. He still wasn’t used to getting all that affection and admiration but he didn’t exactly hate it.

They cuddled while Angel continued spilling compliments to Husk u til he was a blushing mess.

“We’re both losers together remember?” Angel smiled at husk as he nodded. Angel was messing with Husk fur eventually brushing up against his sides.

Husk jolted and made a weird expression, he hoped Angel hadn’t noticed but it was too late. Angel smiled at him. “Dang I forgot you were so ticklish that even a tiny brush against your side makes you squirm~”

Husk blushes and grabbed Angels hand tiredly. “Don’t even think about it”

“Too late~ ‘sides you need a good laugh after today”

Soon enough Angel grabbed Husk paws and places them above his head gently tracing his fingers on his sides waiting for a reaction.

Husk didn’t was to succumb so easily and was fighting back the urge to laugh. To be honest Husk never hated when Angel would tickle him but he would never admit that to ANYONE even himself..

“Babyyyyy come onnnn it would be sooo much easier and fun if you would just let loose!” Angel giggled as he watched husk struggling not to laugh as his body twitched with every move angels fingers made.

Husk eventually let go and started laughing, his laugh started with minor chuckles but eventually got louder.

“There’s my smiley baby~” Angels fingers started getting faster and softer as he went to Husk’s ribs and soon enough his wings opened up from all the adrenaline. Angel gave husk a mischievous look.

Husk looked at him panicking while he was laughing still from the tingly sensations

“DOHAHANT YOHAHAU FUAHACKING DAHARE!”

Angel the stared tracing on his wings while leaving a set of hands on his sides still tickling.

Angel thought Husk laugh couldn’t get louder, lord he was wrong.

Husk was laughing really hard but he was also purring in between laughter. Angels whole face lit up

“Oh my god! You’re enjoying this!”

Husk blushes really hard and eventually his laughter becomes wheezes. Angels took that as a sign to stop, he let go of his paw and sat down smiling at him.

Husk was still in a fit of giggles on the floor laughing at the funny situation he got himself in.

“Sooooo you like being tickled husky?”

Husk looked at Angel still out of breath with a faint blush.

“Fuahak off….”

Angel looked at him with a grin “it’s okay I don’t judge baby” Angle rubbed Husks belly removing the ghost tickles. He started kissing husks face all over and hugging him.

“Losers together?” Angel smiles and lets go of the hug.

“Loser together” Husk pulled Angel into a kiss, afterwards they decided to head to sleep ending the evening with cuddles and a few slight tickles from Angel to Husk every few minutes. He didn’t mind though, he loved Angel so so much.

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