#*drops this and runs away* byeeee

[wolfchans]

[coupsiedaisee]

pulse | c.sc

pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader

genre: smut, just smut alksjfdkgjhh

warnings: fingering, exhibitionism, kissing, drinking, like two mentions of weed lol sex?, i've never done warnings before ahh, fingering, voyeurism (sort of? not really?), kissing (is this a warning?), there's no p in v omg, so how do i tag this 😭, this is really short omg, i think fingering covers it, ohi! some drinking? neither of them are inibriated though. imo, would that make this dubcon? feel implicit to me. god sorry, im posting this when im drunk, v will wake up tmrw and tell me if this is dumb or not omg.

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: happy friend anniversary to the second love of my life 🥺v!!!! @hannieween, i love u so much so here's the first smut thing i've fully finished writing and also the first time i've published smut omg. i love you and i love cheol and i really hope this makes u both horny and happy and would love nothing more than if u feel anger (horny anger) after reading this, yay!! target demographic met! to everyone else reading this, pease let me know what u think! even if u hated it omg 🥺i want to know both what u liked and didn't like so my writing can become better. uwu ily all <3 also, again, im drunk, so if there's any grammar mistakes, ima fix it tmrw alksjdhkflhgbksdfgkjd. okay byeeee, enjoy!!!!

"Baby, are you done yet? She just texted that they parked," Seungcheol shouts from the living room.

"Coming!" You yell back, swiping the last bit of lipstick on and giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

Seungcheol's standing by the front door, looking up from his phone when you walk in. He rakes his eyes over you, the clear skin of your neck, down your collar bones, to the cleavage disappearing into your shirt. The sliver of skin between your tight shirt and mini skirt. The bare skin of your plush thighs.

You fidget under his gaze, "Is there something wrong? Do I need to go change?"

"God, no baby. You look—" he swallows hard, running a hand through his blond hair, "—you look hot."

A fierce blush blooms across your cheeks and you tuck you hair behind your ear. "Oh. I—thanks?" You clear your throat, "Y-you do too babe."

And he did. A tight black polo stretched across his pecs, its short sleeves snug around his biceps. Light wash jeans barely holding his thick thighs in.

You want to drop down to your knees, right then and there.

Seungcheol reaches his hand out and you take it. He pulls you in for a kiss, letting his free hand roam down your body, pushing your skirt up to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You pull away first, smacking him lightly on the chest, "Seungcheol!"

He's got no shame though, as he pulls you out the door, laughing.

The two of your were not going far tonight. Just two floors down, to the apartment of a Joshua Hong. Long time friend of Seungcheol's, Joshua was having some friends over to look at the new vaccum he bought.

"It's got even better suction than the last one and the battery life lasts forever," says Joshua, showing off the lime green vaccum in the middle of his living room. Seungcheol's standing next to him with their other friend, Jeonghan. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed as Joshua talks. Momo, Josh's next door neighbor, is crouched by the vaccum, eyeing its different attachments.

"How is it with pet hair?" She asks, and you feel that this is your cue to go grab another drink.

In the kitchen, Jeonghan's girlfriend is mixing some sort of concoction in a big punch bowl. She whips around at the sound of your footsteps, "There you are! Where have you been? I texted Seungcheol when we parked."

You send her a sheepish smile, "Got caught up on the new technology."

She rolls her eyes, "You lot are so boring."

"Trust me, you'll be the same once you're in the work force like us boring adults." You go to grab a cider from the fridge.

She scoffs waving her ladle in your direction, "Oi, pipe down Grandma. We're nearly the same age! You'll be sorry when I'm a professor. Don't make me give you detention."

You laugh, "Alright, alright. Don't fail me professor, clearly I was wrong. " You duck just as she swings the ladle at your head.

It doesn't take long until nearly everyone at the apartment is either drunk or baked. You don't know what she put in that bowl, but after seeing Momo passed out on the pool table, you were glad you stuck to your ciders.

You head back into the living room after cleaning up a spill in the hallway (whoever gave Jeonghan jaegerbombs, why?). Dino and Mingyu, Seungcheol's friends from school, are sprawled on the ground in front of the TV, Mario Kart forgotten, passing a lit joint between each other.

Seungcheol's sat back on the sofa, manspreading, and showing off his deliciously thick thighs, taking periodic sips of a Corona. He spots you across the room and you send him a shy smile.

Seungcheol motions at something with his eyes and you tilt your head at him, confused. He snaps his chin in a quick motion but you still don't understand and he lets out an exasperated breath. Settling further into the sofa, he pats his thigh. Your eyebrows shoot up, looking around the room, but no one's paying you all any attention.

Slowly you make you way to him and, once at his feet, he swiftly gets rid of the cider in your hand, pulling you into his lap with a low, "Come here, baby girl."

Your body heats up as his hands sit on your hips, fingertips grazing the sliver of skin between your shirt and skirt. Your skirt.

When you chose your outfit for today, you had felt good, confident even. You made a choice, to wear a new lingerie set you'd bought the other day. The thought was that, maybe, you and and your boyfriend would get up to some fun when you got back home.

But now, you'd never regretted something more. As Seungcheol adjusts you over his thighs, slotting one in between your legs, the fabric of his jeans rub against your delicate lace panties.

Your pussy pulsates and you've never been more embarassed. You will it to stop, but Seungcheol chooses that moment to dig his fingers into your hips, tensing his thigh, and your pussy throbs.

Little campfires breakout across your cheeks and you find yourself sinking back into Seungcheol's chest in shame. His breath fans across your ear, "Baby, why didn't you tell me you missed me." You can hear the smirk he's probably wearing, but even worse, you're sure he can feel the dampness pooling between your legs.

You should get up. But you know you can't. You know your wetness has seeped onto his jeans, leaving a dark spot, evidence of your need. Everyone would know.

His hands feel like they're burning into your hips, and he leans to press a sweet kiss to your exposed shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

You feel Seungcheol move, and then a blanket is draped over your lap, covering your entire bottom half from any onlookers. Though one look across the room told you not a single person was paying you two any mind.

Seungcheol rubs his hand back and forth over your tummy, the touch feeling like hot coals dragging across your skin. Back. Forth. Back. Forth

Then, his fingers slip past the waistband of your skirt.

You don't say anything as you feel his fingers skate across your clothed mound. When he finds your lips, he pushes down with two fingers. You suck in a breath and hold, mind going completely blank.

You should push his hand away. Scold him with a serious, Seungcheol!

But you don't.

Arousal flows out of you, staining his jeans. Evidence of your want, no, your need for your boyfriend.

Seungcheol, the devil he is, starts rubbing the slowest, most languid, circles, smirking into your neck when you start squirming in his lap.

"If you don't like it, you can just get up and leave baby," he whispers, nipping at your ear lobe.

You subtly shake your head no, worried that if you open your mouth, the most obscene sound would come out.

Seungcheol uses his other hand to pull at your thigh, spreading your legs further apart. He pushes your barely there panty aside and plunges a finger in. Your breath hitches at the sensation and your eyes flit around the room, but no one is paying you two any attention.

Seungcheol starts to pump his finger at a torturous pace and you try to keep your breathing even. He ghosts his lips up your neck, whispering, "Can you handle one more baby?" You shake your head with a quick no, biting down on your bottom lip.

Seungcheol's finger freezes and a low whine escapes your lips.

You move your hips just a little bit, chasing what little friction you could find, but Seungcheol tightens the hold on your thigh. "Seungcheol," You mean it to come out stern, but your voice is breathy and light.

"One more baby," Seungcheol nudges your neck with his nose and lets his teeth graze your skin. A shudder rolls through you as your pussy clenches around his single, slender finger.

You already know you've lost. You need Seungcheol to make you feel as full as possible. You nod shyly.

"Hmm?" Seungcheol says quietly, "I need to hear you baby." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes," You breathe out, looking around again to see not a single person paying attention. Seungcheol pushes his second finger in and you bite your lip again to stop the moan that nearly comes out.

Your breathing gets heavier as he curls his fingers just how you like it and your thighs start to tremble as you near your peak. "Are you close baby?" You nod as your fingers grab at the blanket in your lap. He continues to curl his fingers, a little faster now.

Your breathing turns into little whimpers that you try to keep down, but to no avail.

Seungcheol whispers one last, sweet, "Let go for me love," and you're cumming, releasing all over his fingers as he lets you ride them through your high before pulling out.

You hear the pop! of him sucking the taste of you off his fingers and you feel your juices leaking out, soaking into his jeans. You lean your head back onto him, eyes squeezed shut, out of embarrassment or pleasure you don't know.

"Good girl," Seungcheol whispers, rubbing a warm hand over your tummy, and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby."

a/n: omg okay. this whole this was started because my lovely lovely v asked me do you think he'd be the type to sit you down on his lap to feel your pulse through your pussy? so this is really ur fault love sldjfsldfgldkzfgjdzfgkjdzfklhgb. let me know ur thoughts lovies!!!!!!!!!

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[queenofwands89]

Jake saying to the reader “You have my heart please don’t break it” but can you make it cute and fluffy 🥺

This is so cute! 💜

A Sunlit Romance

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader

Warning: More tooth rotting fluff.

Notes: Literally was blushing while writing this lmao. Enjoy byeeee

It’s one of those perfect summer days, the kind where the sky is an expanse of unbroken blue and the sun paints everything in lush gold. You and Jake have claimed a small clearing in the park for your picnic, spreading out a checkered blanket under the dappled shade of a giant oak tree. The sweet scent of blooming flowers mixes with the fresh aroma of the earth, making it feel like nature is celebrating alongside you.

Jake, with his confidently mischievous grin, stretches out on the blanket, resting his head on your lap. He is clad in casual jeans and a white t-shirt, his aviator sunglasses barely keeping up with the brightness of his personality. You feel a sense of serenity wash over you as you gently run your fingers through his neatly trimmed brown hair. In moments like these, his laughter is the only sound that matters to you, echoing the song of your own heart.

As you lose yourself in the moment, Jake reaches up and lightly clasps your hand. His eyes, once sheltered by his glasses, are now visible, revealing an ocean of sincere adoration.

"You have my heart," he says softly, lifting your hand to his lips to plant a tender kiss. "Please, don’t break it."

You giggle, eyes twinkling like scattered stardust. "Oh, I’m gonna break your heart so bad," you tease, dramatically clutching your free hand to your chest with playful wickedness.

Jake laughs, a sound as robust as his spirit. "I’ll probably thank you for it," he shoots back, the lopsided grin you adore spreading across his face.

The gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, like nature’s applause at your effortless dance of love and words. You watch as Jake's eyes soften, reflecting a depth of emotion masked by his usual buoyant facade.

“You know,” you say, your voice dropping to a whisper, “I’d rather keep your heart safe than break it.”

Jake’s smile fades into something more profound. “I know, babe. But even if you did break it, I think it’d be honored just to have your acknowledgement.”

The silence that follows isn’t awkward; it’s enveloping, like a warm embrace. You lean down, capturing his lips in a kiss that is as soft as it is meaningful. It’s in moments like these that Jake’s protective exterior melts away, revealing the loving man he truly is.

Nestled in your lap, Jake feels an overpowering sense of peace. His profession demands confidence, bravery, and a bit of cockiness, but here, in your presence, he feels liberated to be vulnerable. You are his sanctuary, the one who sees through the bravado to the essence of who he is.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with a delightful tapestry of idle chatter, shared stories, and comfortable silences. Laughter punctuates the air as you reminisce about the amusing moments that have colored your past.

"Remember that time you tried to cook that fancy dish to impress me?" you say, a grin spreading across your face.

Jake chuckles, shaking his head. "How could I forget? I thought I could handle it. What was it again? Shrimp scampi?"

"Yes," you reply, laughing, "Except it ended up more like shrimp smoke-alarm."

Jake's laughter joins yours. "I swear, I followed the recipe to the letter. But right when I was about to plate everything, that darn fire alarm went off. I thought I was going to set the whole apartment building on fire."

"You should have seen your face, running around with that dish towel, trying to wave the smoke away. It was priceless," you say, your eyes shimmering with tears of laughter.

Jake smiles, a bit more softly now. "You know, I was so nervous because you were way out of my league. I wanted everything to be perfect because... well, because you'd already stolen my heart."

Your eyes widen and a warmth spreads through you as he continues.

"I mean, from the very first moment we met, I felt this incredible connection. I wanted to impress you so badly, but instead, I ended up making a complete fool of myself," Jake admits, laughing at the memory.

"Hey, for a guy who burned shrimp scampi, you did impress me," you say, a genuine smile lighting up your face. "It was sweet. And nobody's ever tried so hard just to make me smile."

"Hey, I redeemed myself with that dessert, though," Jake retorts playfully. "What was it? Chocolate mousse?"

"More like melted chocolate soup," you tease, eliciting another round of laughter.

"Well, it was all worth it," Jake murmurs. "Seeing your smile always made everything worth it."

With each exchange, your bond strengthened, seamlessly merging their souls. As Jake looked at you, and a realization struck him: your love was as vast and boundless as the sky sprawling above you. It was tender, yet unbreakable. And in your presence, Jake knew he had found not just a lover, but a partner, a confidante, and a soulmate.

As the sun begins to set, casting an orange hue across the landscape, you pull Jake closer. You watch as shadows lengthen, your hearts synchronized in a beat that speaks of endless tomorrows.

"Ready to pack up?" you ask, your voice tinged with the sweet fatigue of a day well spent.

"Just a few more minutes," Jake murmurs, snuggling into your embrace. "I want to remember this — every single second."

You smile, stroking his hair one last time. "Me too, Jake. Me too."

And under the fading light, with the world hushing into evening, you hold onto each other, knowing that in your love, you have found a treasure more precious than anything the sun could ever illuminate.

[m00ngirl777]

Bad Day

Peter Parker x Reader

kiss number...1

Peter was having a bad day.

summary: Baby boy drops a glass goes to pick it up and cuts his hand, he was already having a bad day so holding in a couple tears of pain and sheer frustration, babygirl comes running to the rescue, the cuts not so deep, babyboys just tired after patrol, baby girl cleans the cut and heals him with her healing powers. 

A/N: anyways hope you love it, thxx for reading, love u, byeeee. xoxo. -N.

p.s. my requests are open my loves<333

tw: gun mention, my writing lol, wound mention, blood.

wc: 1652

Peter was having a bad day. Your dad had catched him sneaking in to your room one too many times, and ordered him to go to his own place and sleep there. The extra commute from Park avenue all the way to Queen’s, properly wore him out, sum that to the fact that this was probably the first time in weeks he didn’t sleep in your soft king bed, and plush pillows, in the cotton linen blend sheets that didn’t scratch his sensitive skin, as well as the slightly weighted cool cover and velvety blanket you slept with, the room to the perfect temperature, smelling like you, and the background noises you played he used to laugh at you for, and most importantly your warm inviting arms holding him and lulling him into a wonderful sleep, so the next morning when it was time to wake up and his alarm went off, he didn’t wake up, instead he overslept for almost an hour, rushed into the shower and out the place, and had to swing all the way because he remembered he had a quiz he couldn’t miss, a quiz he wonderfully failed, history is not his strong suit.

Wednesday, the day he only shared one class with you, but he couldn’t even catch up because the work partners where assigned and he wasn’t with you. Lunch time came around and of course he forgot his wallet with how in a rush he was, and of course today was the day you had different lunch times and you weren’t there to offer him to buy him lunch, which he usually refuses to anyway, but today he might of have made an exception. Near last period he went to his locker to take out the books he didn’t need to take home, he bent down to take multiple books out of the bag he had left on the floor, as it happens, when he came back up with full force, he hit his head with the edge of the locker door, naturally Flash saw the whole thing and decided to advertise it to the entire hall, making him the subject of everyone's amusement until the bell rung for everyone to scatter to their classes, you saw him from afar but before you could make your way to him he had already slammed the door closed and walked off to his own class. 

Already feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders he decided to clear his head and go for patrol, on his way out of school he found five bucks perfectly crumpled in the pavement, for a moment he thought that finally the day was getting somewhat better, until he went to Delmar’s to get his usual and they added tomato slices to it, he didn’t know if he wanted to sob or gag. He was too hungry and had no choice but to fish them out. He had a long patrol of pretty much nothing, not a crime in sight, the frustration settling in him, once the sun had gone down he decided to give up and fuck did he really want to see you, unconcerned if Mr. Stark found him and threaten to take his suit away if he found Peter sneaking in his daughters room to put his sticky fingers all over her again. His patience was truly starting to be tested when a couple blocks away from finally getting to you there was a some assholes stealing a purse from an older woman, presumably walking home, he couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to, nothing could’ve prepared him for one of the men to put a gun to the lady’s head threatening to shoot if he didn’t walk away, and as he was thinking his next step to handle this the other guy found a pole and hit him right in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, the thieves left with the purse, the lady ran away screaming and he had to walk those few blocks with a throb in his head and what felt like a shot wound to his spirit, not feeling like he could swing anymore.

Your day was pretty regular, little lonely with almost no sight of Peter, regardless as the sun set you started to get ready for bed, quick shower, comfy pj’s, and currently working on the quickest dinner possible, putting some organic chicken nuggets and fries in your air fryer, when you heard the elevator ding.

“Is that you dad? Cuz I’m still mad that you kicked Peter out,” You said setting the temperature and timer for the food.

No answer just Peter walking in to the kitchen, slumped, mask in hand, tiered eyes, and a small thigh lip smile.

“Peter, hi,” You walked towards him, no idea what but something definitely was up, you wrapped your arms around him and he immediately melted into you, you swayed him softly in your arms until he felt like pulling away.

“You okay?” You asked cupping his face, he hummed and nodded his face, eyes closed, tiredly nuzzling into one of your palms.

“Are you hungry, baby? Why don’t you have a quick shower and we’ll do a little dinner in bed? Yeah?” You placed a tender kiss on his forehead, he nodded again, mumbled a quiet yeah, and walked himself to your bedroom, hoping this would be the turning point to his horrendous day.

Meanwhile you lined the air fryer with much more food, knowing Peter could build up and appetite, specially after a long day, then cut up some cucumber, and looked for some baby carrots, to at least get a veggie in. You had your plates all lined up, one for nuggets, one for fries, and one for some veggies and dipping sauces, Peter sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, squeezing you gently. 

“I’m gonna take these to bed, you think you can pour me a cold glass of something, hot stuff?” You said winking an eye at him and grabbing the plates, finally he let you see a more genuine smile, chuckling at the nickname you gave him, he gave you a nod as you walked away to your room. You set the plates in bed and walked back to the kitchen to get your boy and your little glass of dr pepper. Peter felt lighter being around you, no hesitation to turn around and go to your cupboards to grab you a glass, he grabbed two with one hand and as he turned around they clinked together, slipped, and dropped to the ground, the clatter and shattering sound of glass ringing though the place. 

“Fuck!” Peter hollered out, hands slapping against his face as he groaned into them, exasperatedly defeated. 

“Baby it’s okay, it’s just a glass,” You said, watching the scene play out as you walked into the kitchen. 

“Leave it, I’ll pick it up,” He ignored you and bent down, clearly beyond worked up, face contorted in a frown strange for his features, reaching to pick up the shards. 

“Bab-

“Fuck!” As he was picking up pieces and placing them in his other hand, he grabbed a little too hard and a shard dug right into his palm, making him drop the mess and drip blood all over it, “shitshitshit,” he said grabbing his wrist, feeling the heavy sting, not just in his palm but in his heart. 

That was the final straw, he slumped back into the bottom cabinets of one of the kitchen islands, sobs wracking though him, the sight of him broke your heart, you hurried to his side, careful to not step on the glass, completely confused on how this had made him have such a reaction.

“Hey, baby…Peter,” You were knelt right at his side, and grabbed his hand, holding it carefully to the side and pulling his body into yours, he quietly sobbed into your shoulder, it took him a couple minutes to calm down to quiet sniffles, and eventually to sort of ragged breaths, in the meantime of that you rubbed a hand, up and down, through his back, the other rested his own injured hand on his side and went up to his hair, raking gentle fingers through, shushing him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“Feel better, baby?” You pushed him away, and cupped his face, eyes closed, and a light flush.

“Mhm,” He blinked his teary eyes open.

“What happened?” You asked, lifting his face to look you in the eyes.

“Bad day… horrible honestly,” More than upset, he simply looked tired.  

“Hmm…let me look at that,” Carefully, you lifted his hand, blood had dripped and dried, leaving a nasty sight of crusting darkened blood, “Let me clean it up, yeah?” He nodded softly and followed you to your bathroom, he hissed quietly at the warm water stream that hit his hand. With clean hands, you rubbed delicately around the cut, to soften and rinse off the dried blood around it. You sprayed antiseptic on the cut and on a cotton pad, then weakly wiped the cut. 

“Does it hurt?” You said, lifting his hand to examine the cut. 

“Stings a little,” 

“This is gonna sting a little more, yeah?” He nodded, expecting the familiar touch, slowly you grazed your pointer finger over the cut, and both of you watched as the gash mended, you brought his hand closer and placed a velvety kiss to the middle of his palm, by the time you pulled away, there was no trace left of the cut. You intertwined your fingers with Peter’s and looked back up into his eyes, and leaned in to kiss his lips in the same manner. 

“Better?” You kept your eyes closed and foreheads pressed. He squeezed your hand and chased your lips, he softly licked them and nodded his head. 

“Yeah… yeah,”

[callsign-rogueone]

the girlfriend gang at Disneyland

just got back from my trip and it was very nice but also completely draining. have some ideas I came up with in the car / while waiting in lines!

xaden and aaric are paying for everything, of course — mostly aaric.

in the morning:

they’re getting up early for sure, because dain and brennan have a schedule that they’ve been curating for a month now.

duchess goes on an early starbucks run to make everyone less grumpy and more awake. angel goes with her to help carry all the drinks.

darling insists that everyone wear sunscreen, and she brings all the snacks because she’s the mom friend through and through.

everyone’s ready at 8:00 sharp. love has saoirse in a stroller, and peach is pushing sawyer in his wheelchair.

during the day:

duchess tries to steer brennan away from xaden and violet, to let them have some time to themselves, but he still keeps an eye on them from a distance, and pretends to gag when they reappear in matching shirts (vi suggested this as a joke, but xaden can’t ever say no to her, so he agreed.)

angel and sweets volunteer to hold everyone’s bags (and the baby) while they do roller coasters / scary stuff / anything that would be painful for angel. spark stays behind for any water rides, since she hates getting wet unnecessarily, and duchess also hangs back from the rollercoasters and drop rides, but that’s for another reason that only brennan knows about at this point… 👀

dain and love take saoirse to meet the fairies / princesses. bodhi tags along “to be an extra pair of hands / to help them out with her” but he really wants to meet cinderella too.

on the teacups: sweets, spark, and peach are spinning calmly, just talking — and ridoc, liam, and sawyer are going as fast as physically possible, screaming.

nobody warned ridoc about the snakes on big thunder mountain, or in indiana jones. poor boy. sweets comforts him afterward, though — she lets him be clingy and pouty for a while until he forgets about it completely.

all (or most) of the boys wear minnie ears because they’re secure in their masculinity and it’s fun. bodhi starts the trend, and the rest follow suit.

sunny is a bit overwhelmed with it all, since she’s never been before, but she has aaric beside her the whole time — until the other girls sense that she needs a break and drag her away for a while.

liam convinces some of the gang to go out and row canoes to the island with him. they strategically place him in the front seat so he can’t see that nobody is having as much fun as he is. (bodhi makes sure that nobody tells him and pops that bubble.)

after dark:

some of the boys, who shall not be named for their own reputation, shed a few tears during the fireworks / projections.

team “we’re not leaving until midnight”:

ridoc and sunny (wild child’s)

garrick (incapable of being tired)

duchess (wisely rested mid-day and is now rejuvenated)

bodhi (is going to regret this decision tomorrow and be yawning all morning)

team “going back to the hotel to get some damn sleep”:

violet, angel, sweets (they’ve overdone it physically and/or emotionally)

brennan, liam, and dain (gotta be up at 6am tomorrow, despite it being a vacation)

love (it’s way past baby’s bed time. darling comes with her as well.)

aaric, spark, and xaden (had too much fun for one day, need to go be broody)

that’s all I’ve got for now. byeeee!

[ijhyo]

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

TAGLIST. @pr0dbeomgyu @xiaoting999 @yyx2 @soobin-choi @4junmain @tsupuffs @yjwfav @mykalon @junityy @iyeonjuni @fairybinie @fallingforhoon @hanlvkes @soobisms (send an ask to be added)

In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

[musicalfan78]

Every saga in a mf78 nutshell (PT 3)

pt 1, Pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9

*STORM*

Odysseus: Okay so, since we escaped from that horrible cyclops, we're definitely going to survive this storm! KEEP ROWING!

Crew: YES SIR!

Eurylochus: I have a strange feeling about this...

Perimedes and elpenor: CAPTAIN! AN ISLAND!

Odysseus/Eurylochus: HOLY CRAP!

Odysseus: We need harpoons.

Eurylochus: For what?

Odysseus: We're gonna shoot it in the sky! :D

Eurylochus: I beg your finest pardon?

*shoots for the sky*

*LUCK RUNS OUT*

Eurylochus: This seems like a bad idea Ody!

Odysseus: Buut, this can help us, for its the home of the wind god!

Eurylochus: We can't confirm that?

Odysseus: ....listen here second in command, how many fucking floating islands have you seen before? And the answer is this! Im going up there.

Eurylochus: But what if you piss off this god?

Odysseus: Ehhh, ill see. Okay byeeee

*KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE*

Odysseus: HEY UH, AEOLUS, BUDDY, I NEED YOUR HELP TO GET HOME. ...PLEASE?

Aeolus: Hahahaha! I'll help you, but on one little condition!

Odysseus: And what's that?

Aeolus: Just don't open this bag and you'll make it home safe and sound! :)

Odysseus: *Gets back onto the ship*

Perimedes: Yo captain! What's in the bag?

Elpenor: Is there interesting stuff?!

Odysseus: Its very dangerous so we must-

Winions: GOLD :D

Odysseus: ....uh

Perimedes: OPEN THE BAG!

Elpenor: OPEN THE BAG!

Odysseus: uhh no.

(dreams, ooo, dreams)

Odysseus: MY WIFE! MY SON! IM GETTING HOME!

Dream!Penelope/Dream!Telemachus: They're opening the wind bag

Odysseus: FUCK-

Aeolus: I warned you not to open it! >:(

Odysseus: BUT IT WASNT ME!

Aeolus: So? :/

Odysseus: UGH, WHERE ARE WE GOING TO?

Aeolus: The land of the giiiaaants. *fades away*

Odysseus: EURY! HELP ME CLOSE THIS!

Eurylochus: BUT, ITS TOO LATE!

Odysseus: SO?!

*The two try to close the wind bag, they later to succeed, but then...*

Poseidon: SURPRIIIIISE YA BITCH!

*RUTHLESSNESS*

Odysseus: Oh crap- listen uh, we-

Poseidon: SILENCE! You don't deserve to explain to me after you hurted my son!

Odysseus: That baby I dropped was yours?!

Poseidon: What? No! I meant that Cyclops you stabbed in the eye and practically doxxed yourself to!

Odysseus: Ohhhh. We needed to escape and all, nothing much!

Poseidon: You made him cry, and now I'm gonna make you pay for it. WATER WAVES!

558 men: OH SHIT- *gets drowned in the water*

Odysseus: NOOOOOO!

Poseidon: All I gotta do is just end you next, any last words...?

Odysseus: Yeah...

Odysseus: Omae wa, mo shinderu...

Poseidon: What?

Odysseus: *OPENS THE REST OF THE WIND BAG*

Poseidon: SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!

*The crew is now away from Poseidon*

Poseidon: I WILL BE BACK! JUST YOU SEEEEEE!

[rusty-gloinks]

okay Tessa art hcs she has freckles now and cartoony eyes okay BYEEEE drops this and runs away

[merus-mystery]

Drops another gravity falls oc with relations to a canon character and runs away

Okay byeeee!!!! I do appreciate questions about her <:D

[keiraspades]

hey it's me, i got even more angst for ya~ Imagine Akari finding something of hers from home in a distortion that she dropped a long time ago.

bye-byeeee

: )

Oh imma have fun with this one

Akari hadn't expected to be caught in a distortion during her exile, and she certainly hadn't expected to be alone in one. Looking for a way out felt like grasping for straws with all the angry pokemon around her. Looking around, she could see small items scattered on the floor, some shiny powder that seemed valuable, some tablets of colour, and what looked like weird versions of pokeballs. Her eyes caught an odd looking, pink pokeball and her brows furrowed. Something about it had seemed so... familiar. Her eyes darted around, checking if anything was looking. Seeing nothing staring in her direction, Akari made a mad dash(though still crouched,) to the pink pokeball. Nearing her prize, she stuck her hand down and scooped it up, dropping into a roll toward the closest patch of tall grass.

Her hands quivered as she held the wierd pokeball, though she didn't know why. Looking down at her, her mind supplies a name for it, on she could barely remember. A Heal Ball. Taking a breath in, she felt something cold running down her face. She brought up a shaking hand, and belatedly realised... she was crying. Why was she crying? She shook her head, steeled her nerves, and turned her attention back to the Heal Ball.

Why was it familiar? Akari was questioning herself, before remembering her surroundings. She paled when she heard a verrrry angry garchomp roaring, and decided that was her cue to leave. Glancing around, she saw an opening between a frightened ponyta and an angry ursaring. Her heart got the better of her so standing up, she sprinted towards the two pokemon and picked up the ponyta, running out and away for the distortion. When she could no longer hear the screeching garchomp, she deemed it safe, setting down the ponyta and letting it do as it pleased, which was apparently following her around.

Sitting down on the fieldland grass, she pulled the Heal Ball out again, and took a deep breath. Something about it felt so... right in her hands. She glanced to the ponyta once more, before release whatever was inside the Heal Ball.

A black smoke came from the heal ball, quickly clearing up to reveal the creature inside. It seemed startled, and confused. Just like Akari had been. It stopped darting around its surroundings when it caught sight of her, though. It just... burst into tears, jumping into her arms, arms she didn't realise she opened for it. She was crying again now too.

Her brain supplied both the species name, and the name of the pokemon for her. Absol. This- this was her Absol. Looking back down at him, her Absol, she recognised the Service Pokemon vest on his abdomen. "Kouki," she sobbed. Kouki, her absol, nuzzled up to her, lying down on her lap.

They sat there for a while. Her, Kouki, and the ponyta. They sat until Kouki got up and started pushing both of them to a different direction, away from whatever disaster he felt was going to wreck havoc among the fieldlands. The ponyta let Akari ride her, and let Akari sleep on her back while Absol continued to guide the ragtag group.

[monamoe]

*Drops a bunch of my princesses of the kingdom of fantasy AUs and runs away*

Swap AU (My favourite one and also the only one I actually have a fic for :3 it’s on ao3 and please bear with me It’s super self indulgent and also I made it for the PdRdlF discord server): Basically, what if the Grey Witches and the Princesses swapped roles? (Kind of. Disclaimer the Grey Witches are only human, they’re not princesses. I fear the power Etheria would have if this occurred…)

Yuri AU (LISTEN. The discord server is full of lesbians what am I to do): All the husbands are gender swapped :3 Included sexist Academia (the only good things that came from this establishment are Rubin Blue and Kaliq Zaba, literally fight me.)

Hades Game AU (if you’re catching both trends of me being influenced by discord server characterization and my other interests no you haven’t hahaha): Nils is Zagreus, Rubin is Thanatos, Samah is Megaera, Donor is Hades, and Hannah is Persephone.

EPIC AU (Venegance Saga destroyed me I’ve gone insane from too good of a saga): Wise King is Odysseus, Queen is Penelope, Yara is Telemachus.

What if Gunnar never turned into a wolf AU? (Omg rare sighting of an actual canon divergent au and not me mixing my interests together): Gunnar never turned into a wolf! He’s traumatized and scarred and has some magical characteristics but he’s human :) (mostly). It also includes my Cinderia/Tefria is Gunnar’s sister AU/theory.

I have too many to count rn yall my brain is still reeling from epic:the vengeance saga. Anyways I love PdRdlF and my brain is full of worms byeeee

[h0nkch0c0late]

hiii, bestie<33 i'm sure you didn't expect me here at all. it's not like i said a moment ago that i’d do it 🙄

i would like to ask for another angst, because my soul feeds on my suffering. i was thinking of dean x reader, where our dear sweetest reader, who is also a hunter, has feelings for dean who is a role model and such a hero to her and she finally decides to tell him everything and he is like "🧍‍♀️" because he only sees her as a younger sister 🫣

thank you!!<3 byeeee

AAAAAAAAA YESSSS

Like a Sister

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: As a hunter, you learned from a very young age that you shouldn't get into relationships. Meeting the oldest Winchester brother changed this idea for you, but unfortunately, he doesn't feel the same.

WARNING(S): Unrequited love, rejection, mild swearing, angst

Dean Winchester was your biggest role model, and practically a hero.

You were only four years younger than him, being Sam's age.

And, just like the brothers, you had been in the hunting life ever since you could walk.

You had met the brothers during the first time they had been up against Lucifer, and since then, had always been a phone call away.

To your luck, they always needed your help. At least, that's what Dean always told you.

And this time it was no different. Well, not so different other than you had developed feelings for Dean over the past couple of months and had been working up the courage to tell him.

You were sure that he felt the same about you. The way he hugged you was different than how he hugged other people, and, in cases where you had almost died, well...let's just say there were tears and lots of yelling involved on his part.

...well, that's what you thought at least.

So, here you were, hunting down a nest of vamps. Sam and Dean were in the middle of a very petty fight, and had separated from doing hunts together, so it was only you and Dean this time.

And you were determined to tell him your feelings.

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The hunt was going fairly well, you and Dean had killed (what you thought was) all of the vamps.

As you both breathed heavily, covered in blood that was definitely not your own, you began to build up your courage to tell him everything.

"Hey Dean?" You began, your voice uncharacteristically quiet.

He turned to you, "What's up?" He asked, his eyebrows quirked in curiosity.

"I...have something important to tell you." You say as you begin to walk closer to him.

He chuckled, "What could be more important than celebrating our win?" He questioned, clueless as ever.

You gulped, noticing how close to the two of you were as you looked at him, "I...I've looked up to you for a while. You're practically my hero! In fact...as of recently, you've kinda...become more than a hero to me? And I...just wanted to tell you..."

His eyes tore away from you as he noticed movement. An extra vamp you two hadn't accounted for was beginning to sneak up behind you, no doubt trying to catch you by surprise and failing. "Move!" He yelled at you before you could finish what you were saying, slightly pushing you out of the way and making you stumble as he he lifted his machete and took off the vamp's head.

Having your heart racing once more from the scare of the vamp, and now being covered in even more blood, you shook off your nerves, wiping away the imaginary dirt that littered your knees.

"Sorry." Dean apologized, turning to you once again, "what were you gonna say? Other than the whole "you're my hero" thing?"

You tensed, blinking furiously at him a couple times as you tried to regroup your thoughts and gather your courage once more, "I...I-uh, I like you. I have very very strong feelings for you. And I really hope you feel the same because then I'll just feel like an idiot, but I am really really into you." You ranted, making sure that nothing could cut you off again.

Your confidence in his feelings began to run thin as you watched him freeze, dropping the blood covered machete to the ground as he stared at you wide eyed.

The air around you fell thick with silence as Dean gathered his thoughts, clearly shaken by the confession that had just taken place.

You saw his chest rise as he took in a deep breath, his eyes going from wide to now guilty as his lips formed a frown, "Look, kid, I..." He began.

You felt your heart begin to crack as you knew where he was getting at. He wouldn't have called you "kid" otherwise.

"You're cool and all, I'm I'm glad you think of me as some sort of role model, but...listen, I don't feel the same. I think of you as a younger sister, you know?" He told you, trying to let you down as gentle as possible.

You felt your eyes beginning to get glazed with tears as the man before you broke your heart even more.

"I don't want this to change anything between us, okay? You'll always be a little sister to me. Can we just...pretend like this never happened?" He asked. He felt horrible, hurting you like that. But what choice did he have? He didn't want to lie to you, and it was impossible for him to see you in any other light than as a sister.

You quickly wiped away the tears that had managed to fall as you attempted to gather the broken pieces, clearing your throat as you nodded, "Yeah...can we-uh-can we just go? I wanna get cleaned up." You dismissed, your voice cracking.

Dean nodded, turning and making his way towards the impala.

You followed behind, staring at the ground as you plopped yourself into the backseat, not even daring to look at the man before you.

The ride to the bunker was silent, and as the both of you separated (you getting into your own car, and Dean making his way to the entrance of the bunker), not a word was spoken. No goodbye, no "thank you", you just left.

You wanted to believe that nothing would change between the two of you, but the thought of seeing him after he broke your heart...it was an impossible task.

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:))))))) @pinchofhoney <33

[betweenmoonlightandmetal]

CHAPTER 1 SNOWY BLOSSOMS

It was quiet, aside from the sounds of the snow landing on the ground, the gentle breeze, and Mel’s winter boots crunching against the icy sidewalk. The girl was walking home from her keyboard lesson, donning her bat hoodie and black thigh high socks, she stopped to watch the snow fall for a moment, it was beautiful… she began to walk again while still looking everywhere except for ahead, causing her to bump into someone else, falling on top of them and hearing various items hit the ground and plastic bags crunching.

Mel got up and brushed snow off of her hoodie, skirt, and socks before looking at who she had just bumped into, a 3’5 creature wearing a green dog costume and a blue hat. Mel wasn’t too sure what exactly she was looking at, no way it was an actual dog, but she still couldn’t tell if it was a human wearing a costume or if it was some kind of non-human creature. This creature’s eyes lit up at the sight of Mel and widened in joy when the girl reached her hand out to help them up.

“Lemme help you up, green guy.”

“Hehe!! Sorry Ms human lady! Are you okaayy?” The creature asked as they were lifted by Mel.

Mel raised an eyebrow at the robotic sounding voice, she was even more confused about what this creature was

“I’m fine… are you okay?” Mel asked genuinely, wanting for this creature to be uninjured.

“I’m okaaayyy!! Thank you for helping me, human lady! I’m GIR!” He shook Mel’s hand rapidly.

“GIR… your name is GIR…” Mel’s suspicions of GIR not being human were enriched at that point “Well… GIR, my name is Mel, but my friends call me Gothy. You may refer to me with either one… let me help you out here…” she began to pick up GIR’s groceries and handed them back to him in their bags.

“Gothyyyy…” GIR repeated her name in fascination, completely infatuated with everything about Mel, he wanted to know more about her, to spend more time with her. He already loved this girl so much!

“You’re really pretty!!” His little tail wagged and he rocked back and forth happily as he complimented her, enjoying her presence.

“Thank you…!” Mel smiled and stood there for a few seconds before speaking again “I uhm… I have to go now.”

But GIR wouldn’t let her leave, he wanted to be around her for longer, he grabbed her oversized sleeve and shouted for her to wait. Mel sighed then lifted GIR up over her shoulder and held his groceries in her free hand. “How about this… I’ll walk you home. Where do we go from here?”

GIR pointed around, guiding Mel on where to go, luckily for Mel, GIR’s house wasn’t far from her’s at all, actually her’s was behind the roundabout. She dropped GIR to his feet and handed him his groceries, looking around at the gnomes in the front lawn as well as the “I love earth” sign.

“Interesting decor…” Mel said quietly, trying her best to sound expressive and not sarcastic.

“You think so?! Hehe, come inside!!” GIR gestured for Mel to follow him, then Mel spoke again “G-GIR… I can’t- I have to get home-“ she was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, followed by two robotic voices saying “Welcome home, son!” Mel’s eyes lit up and her jaw barely dropped in fascination, she loved all kinds of robots and these were no exception.

“GIR!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HUMAN!!” a voice cried out. Mel flinched at the sudden shouting, she then observed the figure in front of her.

“This earth lady was just walking me home-“ Mel interrupted by accidentally thinking out loud “You’re green…” it was unusual, her own reaction reminded her of how others reacted to her because of her gothic style.

“AND YOU’RE A FILTHY STINKBEAST!” Mel rolled her eyes before mumbling to herself “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” then GIR hugged her tightly before running over to the other person’s side and waving.

“Byeeee, Gothyyyyy!!!” He sing-songed. Mel smiled and waved bye then walked away.

GIR stared at his master and said “I’m starting to think that maybe not all humans are so bad!” Zim scoffed before shouting “DON’T EVEN CONSIDER THAT!” As Mel walked away, GIR observed closely to see if he could visit her one day. His tail wagged again at the thought of another encounter.

A/N; hehehe I haven’t posted fanfiction in a LONG time,, I’m kinda nervous >.< anyway the image was drawn by me! Me when idk how to shade so I just wing it

Alzo!! Look at thiz cool thingy I made!

[plushiebi]

HI CASSIE runs towards u and drops this 💐🌷🌺🌹runs away byeeee

I LOVE YOU ZOZO!!!!! ☁️💐🦋 chasing after u w my butterfly cloud bouquet!!!!

[carlottawllms]

I'M HOMEEEE

AM I READY? NO

„It’s all your fault we’re in this situation now.”, Mason growled as he pushed your back against the locked door. “This is your fault, y/n.” WELL MOUNT, I THINK IT'S YOUR FAULT 😌

You had no idea where you were as you’d simply been forced to follow him through the building, eyes constantly dragging up and down his mostly naked body, until he’d pulled you into some random room. AHHAHAHA POOR GIRL

In between heavy kisses, his hands roamed your body, touching you everywhere and the fact that it was dark, and you could barely see him only heightened the desire currently running through your veins. I'M ALREADY GASPING

“I would’ve done the shoot and gone home, but no, you have to sit here in your fucking short skirt and give me those eyes, knowing fully well what it does to me.” OPS, WELL YOU ARE WEARING A PAOR OF BOXERS SO IT'S MORE OF YOUR FAULT 🤗

It was messy and hectic, but both of you knew you didn’t have much time and for some reason it made it all even hotter. The idea of fucking Mason in a random room with the danger of being caught any second as he was supposed to shoot some sort of underwear advertisement built up the excitement in your stomach and from the way he was constantly rutting his hard dick against your hip you could tell he felt the same. OMG CARLOTTA 🥵

“You ready baby? I know your pussy is, but I still need your words.” HE IS CUTE

“Oh I will, baby. I’ll have you seeing stars in no time.”🫠🫠🫠 I HAVE NO DOUBTS

“Fuck you feel so fucking good, y/n.” Mason dropped his head in the crook of your neck for a moment as he had to fight the urge to cum right on the spot. “You’re so fucking tight.” THE FACT HE HASN'T EVEN STARTED AND IS ALREADY DONE😂��� MASON MOUNT I KNOW YOU'RE AT YOUR WOMAN FEETS

“Oh my god.”, he sighed, head falling into the crook of your neck. “That was…” A LOT🥵

For a moment, you just stood there, holding each other and sharing soft kisses, but it wasn’t long until you heard people outside, probably looking for their model of the day. OH BABIES

“I’m afraid I have to go back.”, he mumbled, pulling away reluctantly before thinking of something that had fallen from the back of his mind in all his horniness. “Fuck, I don’t have anything to clean you up. I can see if I find something and bring-“ I LOVE THAT MAN BYEEEE

“You sure?” LOVE🩷

Once he’d pulled out and put his boxers back on, he searched for you in the dark again. Grabbing your face in between his hands he dipped down and kissed you softly. “See you in a bit. Love you.” “Love you, too.”  

THEY ARE CUTE, AREN'T THEYYYY😭

CARLOTTA CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT? THANK YOU😌🩷

THAT WAS EOW, I THIK WE ALL THOUGHT ABOUT THAT AFTER TODAYS MATERIAL

SO THANK YOU FOR PUTTING OUT THOUGHTS IN AN ACTUAL FIC

YOU'RE AMAZING LOVE🩷

THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR THAT NEW MASTERPIECE 🩷🩷

I swear your feedback makes me giggle so much. I just love it and I look forward to it every time 😭🩷

Also I might or might not have already written about 3K for a new fic and that one has some hot scenes in there too 🙊🙊

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For the Uncommon Ask Game: Cass: 43, B), C)? For the Couple Questions Casstrid: 1, 5, 17, 18?

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?  In her words "dyke, lesbian, whatever- girls are hot." She is also aromantic, but that's a term she found out applies to her much more recently, and isn't as much part of her Identity™ (she also wouldn't want to put that out there in case it hurt her chances with someone, since she doesn't see anything wrong with leading people on romantically if that's what it takes.)

B) What inspired you to create them? Originally, the core character concept for Cass was "Izaya from durarara but a girl" because I was going through an anime phase, and I based them out of LA since my only other exposure to vtm at the time came from Bloodlines.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? Not so much in the game I originally played them in, since it was a ttrpg with, obviously, an ensemble cast and a pre-made plot- so it wasn't so much "Cass' Story" as it was "A Story With Cass In It" and the dynamic of the group fell into place pretty quickly. Now, though, with her as a free-floating character, I'm still making up my mind on where I might take her plot-wise from here and what kind of position she might have in that story. If I ever get around to running another vtm game, I'll probably put her in as an npc of some sort- but if that's as a quest-giver or an antagonist or just a general feature of the city's social landscape, who knows...

1.What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel? Well, for one thing, all of Astrid's family is wicked dead bc she's old as fuck. From what digging Cass has done, they seemed to be pretty ordinary people for their time, with pretty boring lives, aside from her mother who had a stint in an asylum near the end of her life (which would line up as being shortly before Astrid was turned). As for Cass's family, she dropped the "btw im gay and moving away w my girlfriend so byeeee" bombshell on her mom via text and then Astrid spent the next few years hanging up phone calls and deleting emails before Cass could get to them, until eventually they stopped coming. Which is why neither of them know that, though it took A While, Cass' mom did eventually come around to a place where she at least hoped that whoever her daughter was with was taking care of her.

5. How do they sleep? like the dead Prior to the whole "turned into a vampire" thing, it would always be Cass coming over to Astrid's place in the evenings and eventually staying the night. Astrid's room was on the inner side of the building, so no windows, and she's a bit of a late sleeper so it would often be a bit of a scramble to make sure her bed didn't look too recently slept in. When Cass got tired, she'd take that as her cue to feign the same, and they'd curl up together. Cass is secretly a massive cuddler (did NOT get enough hugs as a kid that's for sure) so being tangled up with them would generally be the rest of Astrid's night, but she didn't mind just laying there and holding them until the sun came up. After Cass' embrace, Astrid set them up to stay in her room and continue the same arrangement, but Cass wasn't having that. This was before the blood bond settled in at full strength, so in time she'd become more okay with it, but she didn't feel safe that close to Astrid after, you know, having been assaulted by her. It only took a few nights of waking up on the floor, having been kicked out of bed by Cass, who is able to wake up earlier, for her to get the message and eventually concede. So she set up the small office, the only other sealed room, as a makeshift bedroom for herself. (Though often, if she thought Cass "needed" it, she would mesmerize them into letting her stay in their bed.)

17. Do they believe in marriage? Astrid grew up in an era where the idea of getting married was pretty much a foregone conclusion- it was something that had always been expected of her as a young lady and while the idea of some guy as the other party involved was a more distant notion, the Event was something she had built up in her mind pretty significantly. It's supposed to be the happiest day of your life isn't? Hence: she has definitely caught her self fantasizing about Cass in a tux at the end of an aisle, but knows that's not really in the cards for them due to the state of their lives (and also public events are Scary and Dangerous and the paranoia spiral only continues from there if she thinks about it for too long). Cass thinks the whole institution is a sham, and its a terrible idea to tie yourself down to one person like that, plus they don't pay their taxes anyways so there's really no benefit.

18. Would they have kids together? Interesting question, since they're both vampires and in the eyes of kindred society technically Cass is Astrid's child(e). That said, I don't think Astrid would ever go as far as to pull a Lestat and embrace some poor kid to baby trap Cass, mostly because she knows that wouldn't work at all and also because dealing with Cass as a fledgling was stressful enough that she'd never willingly do that again. As for Cass, she'd tell you she doesn't really give a shit about children or childer and would never want to take care of one, but she sure is protective of Lila and Rowan so 🤨