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wheeier · 3 years ago

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no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

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notgalaxii · 4 years ago

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May I pls ask for a headcanon of when the brothers or undateables are sick and MC looks after them pls

I wroteee guys! Be proud of me! Oh and I'm also super kinda sorta upset because my new manager wants me in at like 5:30am - 1:30pm?? And that's tiring. Oh welllll, thats how it beeee.

Another thing! I kind of wrote a self-indulgent Satan smut but I didn't know if I wanted to post self-indulgent NSFW cause I feel like a HOOEEE so if you're reading this, you should leave a reply letting me know what you think~

Pride

Bold of you to assume Lucifer will willingly stay put in bed to be taken care of

He puts up one of the biggest fights

"MC, I have paperwork to do."

"MC, Lord Diavolo requested me for a meeting."

"Calm your shit, Luci. You know Diavolo would give you the devildoms entire supply of tissues and medicine if he knew you were sick."

After he gets over his fit of needing to do anything and everything, he's quite easy to take care of

Will tell you exactly what he wants, needs, how much it is, and how to get it

Lucifer would probably be more of a medicine person than soup or tea

Definitely gets very fever high and it'll slowly chip at his wall

"Thank you for bringing me my meals, MC. It means so much to me that you'd go out of your way to take care of me. I appreciate you every second of every day."

Sick Lucifer likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, it'll lull him to sleep

Definitely wouldn't mind if you crawled next to him in bed and fell asleep to him, but I feel like if you do it a few times, fever high Luci will get pretty clingy.

"Why didn't you stay with me longer last night, MC? You left me cold."

Greed

You thought Mammon was already clingy?

Sick Mammon is the textbook definition of clingy

And it's even worse because he feels too fucking miserable to put up a fight with his tsundere self so all of his neediness is right there in the open

"MCCCCC Where ya goin!?!? I wasn't done with you yet! The Great Mammon wants to be fed soup."

Whiny. Very whiny. Oh my god so whiny.

"Why do I feel like my head is floatin' away from my body, huh? It's all foggy up here! Make it stooop"

And if you take a few seconds too long to say something,

"Oi! Are ya listenin' to me!? Pay attention, human!"

But will definitely make it up because sick Mammon is ✨lovey✨ Mammon

"I love you, human. Don't forget that, 'kay? I wouldn't let any other dumb little human take care of me like this. I feel like I can trust you."

Sicky Mammon loves soup. He wants the soup to be fed to him every time too.

Will aggressively feed it to himself if you deny him

"Dummy human, don't know what ya missin' out on, yanno!"

Absolutely melts under a n y touch that you give him

Likes it when you rub his chest a lot, it's very soothing

And as per usual, absolutely loves his hair being played with

An ideal night for sick Mammon would be cuddled up to his human with their hand in hair, watching movies and having soup fed to him until he falls asleep

He's a baby, protect him. Please.

Envy

Leviathan is very confused about why you're trying so hard to take care of him

He's holed up in his room all day anyway, what's the difference when he's sick? He can take care of himself!

But oh god when you bring him food and pets, he can't deny how loved it makes him feel

Anime Marathons! Anime Marathons!

Adores being all wrapped up in the blankets with you watching his favorite shows to make him feel better.

Brush his hair out of his face to check his fever. Do it. It'll break him.

Kiss him on the forehead afterwards if you really r e a l l y want to break him

Levi wouldn't care too much what you bring him, but he would like it to be hot to sooth his throat

He can't yell at his game with a sore throat.

Rub his chest and shoulders, it makes him feel like a big boy

Play with his hair that's usually in his face

Wrath

Angy boy is angy

Doesn't get why you're trying to take care of him, he's a big boy

At first he's a little annoyed by the gestures. Satan likes to do things for himself, he wants to feel capable.

If you're romantically involved with him though, he'll be nicer about it

"I don't know why you're bringing me my meals, kitten. I can still walk. Its just a small cold" proceeds to fall into a sneezing fit

When he's in his demon form, his tail sticks straight up when he sneezes-

Y'all gonna make me write an entire headcanon about how they sneeze I fucking swear.

Back on topic, Satan would like to have a book read to him while he's sick. Sometimes his vision gets a lil foggy and his head gets cloudy

Let him lay his head on your lap by the fire place. Run your hands through his hair and read him a novel.

After his initial fit of "fuck you i'm a big boy," he was by far the easiest to take care of

Any time you tell him to take a medicine, eat something, drink something, blow his nose, or get some rest he listens

Well now that he knows you have best intent in mind

And deep deep deep down in his aggressive heart, he kind of enjoys being bossed around by you

Lust

Asmodeus would be almost Mammon levels of whiny

"MC, am I still beautiful even though my nose is runny?"

"MC, I feel too heavy to walk to the bathroom and do my skincare. Can you do it?"

"MMMCCCCC~ come give me cuddles"

"MC! Feed me my medicine~"

On that note, Asmo doesn't care what you bring him as long as you feed it to him

He'll make it sensual as hell too

Will still try to kiss you all the time if you're okay with it

And you bet he'd be like, "You know what would make me feel better?" And definitely try to get in your pants.

Touch him literally anywhere. He won't care if its his face, dick, or left pinky toe. Just give him your love

Cuddle sessions will be a lot more loving.

Don't get me wrong, Asmo cuddle sessions are already very loving and sensual, but when he's siiiick

He's so so so SO soft

Professes his love for you at least once a day

Wants gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose

Honestly, Asmo overall just wants to be held, loved, and taken good care of

You wouldn't be allowed to sleep in your room anymore. He wants your attention and care at all times.

Gluttony

How did you even get sick!?

You're h u g e man, and an athlete, you think you'd have more of a tolerance?????

Okay so on the slim chance that Beelzebub is sick

He is sO GOOD about letting you take care of him

You want him to take this medicine when the alarm rings? He'll down it before dismissing it!

You want him to drink this tea you gave him? It's delicious, MC~

Eat the soup? S a y l e s s

No Beel- you have to drink it slowly or else it won't help as much

Okay so he'll struggle a little bit on that part but he will do his best because he loves you and wants to make you proud.

Beelzebub would like it if during your sick cuddles, you laid on top of him while he had his arms around you

You take so much care of him, he wants to feel like he's caring for you too

Fever High Beel is chatty, honestly when you know Beel personally hes chatty anyways but he's worse under a sick spell

Will ask you literally every philosophical question that settles in his brain for at least a second

Some of them are straight up weird though man

"Why is there a D in fridge but not refrigerator?" Is one he has asked m u l t i p l e times.

Beel is a good puppy 💕

Sloth

Like his twin, Belphie is veryyyy easy to take care of when he's sick

He doesn't... Do much so it's not like he's gonna hop out of bed and run away from the medicine

Just opens his mouth with a little "ahh~" sound and drinks or eats whatever you shove in his face

He's moody sick though

Well he's always a little moody but when he's sick he's probably a grumpy ass boy

"Ehh, MC why am I sick again? All I smell is snot" he would huff

Likes to pick at your brain a little bit when he's sick

Just really loves listening to you talk all the time and it keeps him occupied enough when he feels like shit and you're there to go on the cute little rambles he loves

Being groggy helps him sleep better, so expect this beautiful little cowboy to pull you in for some more naps with him~

#omswd #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me belphagor #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #omswd belphie

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bxngchxn · 4 years ago

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mutual || h. hyunjin

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

characters: hyunjin x female reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: smut

warnings: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18

✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞　

Okay, this was probably the stupidest decision you had made in awhile. Or rather, the stupidest decision Hyunjin had made that you agreed to. You knew the moment your best friend invited himself over to your apartment for a “movie night”, that there was something going on.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his boldness. Regardless, you made sure your apartment was visitor friendly, even though you knew he wouldn’t care. Hyunjin has been your best friend since junior year of high school. Now into your second year of college, the two of you have been through pretty much everything.

True to his word, five minutes later Hyunjin walked into your apartment and dramatically flopped onto your couch. You watched him while you walked into the living room, the blonde haired boy making himself comfortable before turning to you.

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“Look. Just hear me out,” he starts, and alarms immediately go off in your head. “Hwang Hyunjin what did you do?” You ask him, eyes narrowing. Sticking his hands out defensively, he sits up right on the couch. “I didn’t do anything !! I just… so the boys and I were talking about movies today, yeah?” He started. Unsure of where this was going, and why you were involved, you nod your head slowly.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

Yeah, you had heard of it. It was the biggest trend going around right now. Some movie about a guy that meets a woman, kidnaps her and wants her to fall in love with him within a year, and if not she gets to leave. Everything you’ve heard about it has been a mix of cringe and intrigue. The movie is extremely dirty, you’ve heard.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to see where the conversation takes you. “Ah, well, uh.. Ha-have you seen it?” He looks too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “No, I haven’t, Hyunjin. What does any of this have to do with me?” You question. Hyunjin shifts around in his spot on the couch. “Well, the boys..the b-boys dared me to watch it and I don’t want to watch it alone! Will you please watch it with me? Please?” He says quickly. Your eyes widen, not able to believe that this was the reason he was in your living room.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

“No! Y/N we’ve been friends for so long and it’s not like we’re not comfortable with each other!!” He reasons. “Hyunjin, it’s basically porn!” You laugh, unsure how to correctly convey your emotions. “Look, let’s watch like half of it. You know I can’t back down on a dare, Y/N please,” he begs. You weighed the options. Would it be weird? Maybe a little, but he’s right. You’re comfortable with him. What could go wrong, right? It’s just a movie.

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

This movie was way more sexual than you had originally thought. Yeah, you had heard the rumors about the infamous Boat Scene, where the main character finally gives in to her male kidnapper and they spend what seems like the entire day absolutely railing each other, but you didn’t think it would be this…graphic.

You were basically sitting on your couch watching softcore porn with your best friend. If someone had told you that this was how you would be spending your night, you’d laugh in their face. But here you are, sitting five feet apart from Hyunjin on the couch, both of you too afraid to make eye contact with each other as the two main characters have yet another round, this time on the front deck of the boat.

You were definitely hot and bothered at this point, how could you not be? You tried to be subtle, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t wait for Hyunjin to get out of here so you could take care of it yourself, his presence not helping you in the slightest.

Hyunjin is hot, everyone knows it. His long hair dyed a platinum blonde and always kept in a ponytail, except for tonight he decided to let it hang down around him. You tried taking a glance at him, afraid he’d catch you staring and make the atmosphere even more awkward than it already was.

Hyunjin was having a hard time. Figuratively and literally. He had no clue this movie would be like this!! He heard the rumors just like you had, but he figured that everyone was over exaggerating, wanting to seem cool for watching a “raunchy movie”, but no, they were all spot on. And to make matters worse, he was watching it with you. He had no idea why he decided this would be a good idea. Maybe get some laughs at how terrible the movie is, and then turn it off and order takeout or something? He’s really not sure. But now all he’s thinking about is the fact that there is porn playing on your tv, and your shifting back and forth has not gone unnoticed by him.

Would it really be bad if he…initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

Hyunjin can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as he takes a side glance at you. Your eyes are still glued to the screen, most likely due to embarrassment, but partially out of lust. He can see your pupils get larger slightly as you watch the scenes unfolding on tv. You shift your weight once more, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath as he turns to actually face you.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is…something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah…sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look…now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we…help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

“Have you heard of mutual masturbation?” you ask him. Hyunjin almost chokes at hearing those words even leave your mouth. He thought you were going to yell at him, push him out of your apartment and never want to speak to him again. You surprised yourself by being so forward, but it’s Hyunjin. It wouldn’t hurt.

“I..yeah, I have. Do..do you want to?” He asks, finally looking you in the eyes. Your gaze meets his, and the lust is evident in his eyes as he tries to discreetly check you out. This would change your friendship in a way that you would’ve never expected it to, but you don’t feel worried at all.

“You’re not gonna be weird about it afterwards, right? I mean, it’s not a big deal right?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “No! Not a big deal at all, as long as you’re not going to be w- oh, okay” he says, cutting himself off because you’ve now angled yourself in the corner of the couch to face him, your hands already ghosting the edge of your sleep shorts. You giggle as Hyunjin moves to do the same, and the sound is music to his ears.

Hyunjin sweeps his eyes over your form, and feels something spark in him. You look so small all the way over there, the giant tshirt you had on was not doing anything to help the sight. Hyunjin was starting to have ideas, and he decides that he wants to test the waters.

Before he can even get to it though, you let out a little sigh as your fingers tease yourself over your underwear. “H-hyunjin.. Can you like, say something? Maybe?” You ask timidly. You can see the mood shift in his eyes as he smirks.

“Oh, you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?” He chuckles, and with the way your chest hitches, he knows he’s headed in the right direction. You blush and nod your head, embarrassed to say anything else.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

Sliding his hands into his boxers, he sighs in relief at finally feeling something. “Do you feel good baby? Talk to me,” he tells you, and for some reason the new pet name sets you on fire. Following his lead you finally move your fingers past your panties, dragging circles along your clit and letting a soft moan slip past your lips. “Yes, God, so good” you moan. You look up at him and the feeling is magnified.

His sweatpants have fallen a little low on his hips, and the sight of his hips and the muscles under his tshirt has you wanting to see more. Hyunjin notices you eyeing him, and decides to take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. He’s absolutely gorgeous, muscles flexing as he works himself up.

“Now don’t let me be the only one getting naked baby, let me really see you,” he says, and the tone is just between demanding and almost condescending. This new side to Hyunjin instantly makes you want to give in, and you’d do whatever he asked you to as long as you got to look at him like this.

You watch his eyes go wide when you take your shirt off, and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t even in your bra. Chest completely bare in front of him, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as he slides his sweatpants down farther. You now have a perfect view of his cock, long and hard in his hand. This was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Jesus fuck-” Hyunjin groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. You match his movements, getting yourself worked up. At this point you take your shorts off as well, the two of you completely naked, on opposite sides of the couch.

“You can take a few fingers for me, right doll? Show me what you do when no one’s around,” He says, fucking up into his hand. You bring your hand up to your mouth and slide your fingers in, putting on a show for him. His eyes never leave your face, and you’re glad he’s as affected by this as you are.

You insert one finger into your core and your back arches, finally getting a taste of what you’ve been wanting so badly. Its nowhere near enough, you decide, and insert another finger. Hyunjin thinks that you look so, so pretty like this. He could sit for hours and just watch you, wouldn’t even need to touch you and he would be okay.

Getting lost in your own pleasure, you let your thoughts travel to the boy on the couch across from you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the times you’ve ever gotten off to the thought of your best friend flash behind your eyelids, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Hyunjin is almost there, too, and wants to make sure you cum before him, or at least at the same time as him. “F-fuck Y/N I’m so close. You can go a little faster for me, right baby? Make yourself feel good for me,” he says, and the request has you keening. “H-Hyunjin,” you moan out, letting the feeling completely take over as your reach down to rub circles on your clit, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Just like that baby, maybe next time I’ll let you cum on my fingers instead,” he says, voice getting breathy as he approaches his high. “Oh God, Hyunjin please,” you beg, even though you’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point.

It doesn’t take too much longer until the coil that was wound suddenly bursts, your orgasm taking over your senses. You lift your back off of the couch, whimpers coming from your mouth as you ride out your own orgasm. Watching you cum sets Hyunjin off, and he quickens his pace. Ribbons of white paint his stomach and his hands, and the sounds that leave his lips, deep and gravely are almost enough to set you off again.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, the movie completely forgotten. The credits were rolling in the background now, and Hyunjin has completely forgotten about the dare he was supposed to be doing right now. You look over at Hyunjin, his skin glowing and just looking absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin is thinking the same, taking in the way your hair has gotten messed up from running your hands through it, and the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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@dom--minnie @sparklemin @minholuvs @hanflix @moonlit-lixie

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #bxngchxn fics #hyunjin

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ethereal-bang · 4 years ago

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mutual

Request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Type: Smut

Warnings: Mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

Would it really be bad if he...initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is...something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah...sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look...now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we...help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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Masterlist

#hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #ryn's work: stray kids #ryn's work: hyunjin #stray kids #skz

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neednothavehappenedtobetrue · 3 years ago

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okay. this is a post about a new character, who is a person in the same 'verse as the main one for Robert and Isabelle, sci-fi and spaceships. she is a pastor in the one specific "limits on technology" religion I made up, but also, she is very cool. she does not live on their main terraformed colony, she lives in another colony with some definite cultural differences.

I am mostly posting this for my own future reference. there are definitely people who will enjoy Gwendolyn a lot, even with the extensive trigger tag situation here, but I think "a short story that has space for more nuance" would be a better venue for her than "my thoughts from Skype at 4AM"

if you do decide to read this, check the tags first, please

shoutout to @anonymus-maximus-er for being my thought partner on this.

but as I understand it now, there are, like , degrees of Intensity in Church Of Man

like, even their chillest followers are kind of intense about it because it's hard to be real, real chill about "god said we were only allowed to use these specific fifteen technologies" or whatever the exact rules are

but as far as incubators go, Aimee's community, the one you saw, would definitely have been like "well, too bad God wants that baby to die" and there are some other communities which would be more like "okay, probably make sure your baby does not die, do what you've gotta do there, but don't come back and talk to us afterwards"

and also for sure there are communities like "do literally whatever you have to do to make sure your baby does not die, we will be here with whole-made casseroles when you're home again"

and like, could some of those kids have benefitted from subsequent quality-of-life stuff they didn't get? probably, yes

to varying degrees

but hopefully Aimee finds a nice community where she can be like "this is so important to me but my babies and I experienced a bunch of technology in order to not die and we got excommunicated."

and they're like "wow that sounds like a lot of Not Your Fault would you like some whole-made casseroles and toddler clothes?"

and she's like "I got excommunicated" and they're like "did you know, perhaps you didn't, that there is no Central Authority for every Church Of Man church in the galaxy? there for sure is not! the people from New Maryland often pretend they are, but we didn't vote for them! your old pastor is just not at all the boss of us, is the thing"

that is the future epilogue I want for Aimee

I feel like the Tau Ceti Church of Man community is small and some people think they're weird, but they're nice neighbors. their pastor is a woman named Gwendolyn or something who is just constantly mad about Richard Brinton That Fucking Asshole

she has never called him any of those words because of decorum, she has just spent a lot of time talking to new people like "wow you seem very traumatized did you know he is not the boss of us?"

"we don't have a pope!"

"we've tried to have a council a few times, but it's logistically complicated"

"every church is supposed to make its own rules in accordance with the texts"

"yes, I have read every single one of his missives to the world, I know which bits of the Texts you probably have memorized, here are some bits I like a lot"

Gwendolyn has some opinions

like, churches are supposed to set their own rules about "necessary" technologies and she has quietly labeled almost all life-saving medical technology "necessary"

meanwhile, Brinton thinks it's necessary for him to have access to telecommunications equipment to he can send his editorials all over the galaxy, so people can be Educated

huh

of course, he does not actually physically touch the telecommunications equipment, he keeps like four people who know how to use it around so they can spread his word, but also, huh

the thing about Gwendolyn is that she has spent a long time watching traumatized New Marylanders join her community, many of them quite young and quite traumatized

also, she was never a New Marylander, she is fourth-generation Tau Ceti, which, crucially

means that her first set of principles is "Church Stuff, Misc" and her second set of principles, right there after the first is "you're not the boss of me"

even if somebody could point to actual scripture that said they were the boss of her, she would have some trouble with it, but some dude! who cannot point to anything at all! no justification whatsoever! nothing in the texts even a little bit! keeps trying to be the boss of her! and also keeps traumatizing all of the people in his community pretty badly! and making everyone else look like jerks!

"I'm more conservative than you, therefore, I am the boss of you"

NOPE

not for Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn votes in every local election and votes for her Senator, who she has met and quite likes. she occasionally goes to protests when the local government does some dipshit thing, but the Tau Ceti local government is pretty well-behaved because if it's not the citizenry will absolutely be like "fuck you, you're not the boss of me" at its government

she has some Very Big Opinions about debtor employment. she's not thrilled about the like, severity of the gang situation in her city, but she doesn't have a lot of optimism that the Government is gonna fix it, so she does community groups instead

also, in recognition of the fact that she can't just throw these traumatized New Marylanders right off into the personal autonomy deep end she is like "okay, if you need someone to tell you what to do sometimes, I will be the temporary boss of you until you are ready to be the boss of you"

she does not Love that aspect of her job, but sometimes you gotta

you can't bring people from "obedience all the time" to "you must make every choice in your life with no backup" overnight, they'll just collapse in on themselves or become targets for worse people

so she does the thing

she and Brinton have a <very> passive aggressive correspondence going as church leaders

there are many many long letters back and forth

they are very polite and also, if any of them are preserved, historians will find them fascinating

"wow these people just fucking loathed each other"

Anonymus, 5:05 AM

your obedient servant, A. Burr

5:05 AM

if they did not live on separate planets, legitimately maybe

like, if she could get to Brinton's house on a horse to yell at him in person, she would have by now

she didn't swear a lot in real life, but sometimes she wanted to

she got real good at saying "that man" or "sugar" or "nonsense" in A Tone, but you could tell

I can't decide if she has a husband or a wife

Aimee's church definitely thinks gay people are Modern and therefore Wrong, but like

I feel like probably their specific religious texts don't even have that much on being nice to people? like, there's definitely a few pages on like "kindness is an ancient value, we hold fast to ancient values, these are them"

but it's like 70% Rules Minutiae

it's also not a super long book

so everybody has very different opinions about how to interpret the Rules Minutiae in light of the 30% of the book that's like "here are our actual values"

"modesty" and "fidelity" are both in the Ancient Values bits for sure

and I feel like different denominations went in different directions on the "modesty" and "fidelity" implications of "gay people"

no, I've decided, Gwendolyn definitely has a wife

show her in the actual rules where she can't have a wife

yes, fidelity, that thing she has with her wife

Anonymus, 5:13 AM

can the wife be a very proper rebbetzin?

organises all the casserole chains

5:14 AM

yes, she can definitely organize all of the casserole chains

5:18 AM

right

Gwendolyn's wife's name is Tara and she came from an Earth Church of Man community where they were like "technically it's not illegal for you to be gay, but, like, ehhhh? we'd rather you didn't and also you definitely cannot have children if you're gay"

5:20 AM

and she got to Tau Ceti and met Gwendolyn who even in college was like "show me in the texts where it says I cannot have a wife."

"show me."

Anonymus, 5:21 AM

sounds like excellent breeding ground for Very Textually and Theologically Conversant, but not actually a religious authority

5:21 AM

the thing is, Tau Ceti is Bad At Authority

if they had a motto on their coins it would just be "you're not the boss of me" but maybe in Latin

but maybe not even in Latin because people who know Latin often think they are the boss of you

Anonymus, 5:22 AM

WHO MADE U KING

5:22 AM

for real

I think there is a dude who is technically the "boss" of Gwendolyn and they take turns giving the sermons and calibrating which parishoners they support based on like, communication styles in a way that often ends up with just all of the women and queer folks being Gwendolyn's people

she is smarter than him, he handles all of the Local Politics things that require you not to go "EXCUSE me, where is the LAW ABOUT THAT"

Anonymus, 5:24 AM

different type of smart

5:24 AM

if he ever tried to pull rank on her, she would either be so startled that it would work or she would unhinge her jaw and eat him

so he's never tried

he doesn't want to! very few people on Tau Ceti even want to be in charge, both because it's like herding cats who will hate you if they catch you herding them and because the finely honed distrust of authority doesn't go away when you become authority

Anonymus, 5:26 AM

"I'm pretty sure I'm up to some bullshit"

5:27 AM

yeah, Gwendolyn spends a lot of time with these sad transplants from other communities, nearly all of them women (because for SOME REASON women tend to get excommunicated WAY MORE OFTEN. HUH. are there ADDITIONAL RULES for WOMEN? I DON'T SEE ANY)

and they're like "please I am so sad and scared just tell me what to do"

and she wants to be like "I am not the boss of you, you have to be the boss of you" but they often are not ready for that, so she just tries to get a sense of what they want to do or what might be healthiest for them and tells them her strong recommendation is that they do that thing

everyone in her community knows she is passionate and can get fired up about some of this stuff, she doesn't hide that, but also, there are some conversations she (a only has with her wife and also (b has had with her wife a number of times

they are basically "our community is like 55% traumatized exiles from other communities and like 30% traumatized people from This One Dude's Community specifically. he traumatizes women and girls and girls he calls women and gay people and parents with sick babies!"

"we have so so many people we take care of now who are so so shaken and traumatized and sad"

"and we only get the people who don't leave the faith entirely!"

"it's not fair! it's not fair that he gets to do that! it's not fair!"

because when you carry the faces of like twenty good people all traumatized by the same garbage person and all you can do is try to take care of them and send passive-aggressive letters, sometimes it sucks!

if they lived on the same planet and she could get there on a horse, she would have done something ill-advised by now. yelled, certainly

but then again, if she had been born on New Maryland she would be a super different person and if he had been born on Tau Ceti there would have been a hard upper limit on how much he could get anyone to listen to him

like, bad bullshit happens on Tau Ceti, but the first time he married a fourteen-year-old girl off to her rapist, his neighbors would have set him on fire

church of man neighbors, regular neighbors, possibly neighbors who are criminals, just all the neighbors

5:37 AM

so her wife listens to her cry and reads over her letters to Brinton to make sure she doesn't actually say anything Too Impolitic (I think her boss also reads them, but he's less invested)

and her wife has these new folks over for dinner and helps them find clothes for their kids and adapt their modesty rules to the thing where it's like, as hot as it is possible to be in Tau Ceti

5:38 AM

like, most of the summer it's like 120 degrees, on a brisk day in December it drops into like, the low nineties

5:39 AM

sometimes people from other communities are like "we do modesty more modestly than they do" and they have to be like "okay, your choices are us dressing this way or us using air conditioning, because people do die in real life of heatstroke sometimes, that is a thing that can kill you"

also, even before Gwendolyn came along, her previous pastor was definitely like "we're gonna make electric fans permissible. we're just... heatstroke sure does kill you in real life"

"particularly in Modest Dress"

she liked him. they had meetings like twice a month when she was young because she had A Lot of questions and her parents were less invested in the answers than she was

when she was like twelve, he was like "maybe they'll give you my job one day" and she was like "I don't want your job! you're the boss of people!" and he was like "they very much would not give you my job if you wanted my job, kiddo"

(even 50% of the organized crime leaders on Tau Ceti are like "hey, I'm not the boss of anybody, I'm just a guy you don't want to fuck with because of all of the friends that I have got"

"I am not the boss of you, but I do have this gun")

5:49 AM

final thought on Gwendolyn: she had a real hard time when Robert Thompson died, because that dude thought her faith was a good reason to murder a husband and father.

and like, that dude is a fucking asshole, obviously, but it's hard

and then Brinton puts out an editorial about it and it is the only time Gwendolyn and Tara's children ever hear one of their mothers swear

because she is usually super meticulous about that

but also, sometimes

there is a limit

she makes several attempts before she writes him her next letter and the subtext of the entire letter is just "fuck you SO much, I do not generally believe in Hell, however, I will make an exception"

there is a limit! a man is dead and his wife and daughter are grieving and then a dude who everyone thinks is, like, the pope of her puts out some bullshit like "of course we don't do hate crimes but also that dude who got murdered deserved it" bullshit

there is a limit she is past it!

5:53 AM

also, they have seven adopted kids

#rape for ts #religion for ts #religious abuse for ts #there is a bit about babies dying in here #because their religion does not always allow for medical technology #I don't know what the succinct tag is for that #hate crimes for ts #organized crime for ts #is that a thing?#guns for ts #briefly #the ghost and the machine #as inappropriate as the gun #her tag would be #show me in the texts #I might legitimately need to write this

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antialiasis · 4 years ago

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Dave and His Memories Discuss Mia (and Jean)

Back in 2007, when I was writing The Fall of a Leader for NaNo, there was one particular chapter that stuck out. In it, Shadowdart sat down contemplating the roots of his moral system. While I was writing this particular chapter, for whatever reason, I got so intensely into his head that I genuinely felt like I was discovering something legitimately profound and important. By the time I was editing the story in January and got to that part again, it felt pretty unremarkable as a chapter. But the experience of writing it had been something unique. I’d never really felt like that writing before, and never felt it again... until this Saturday, that is.

It's a bit of a long story how that happened. For the past few months I've been participating in the Blacklight RPG on Thousand Roads, as Dave from Morphic, only as a Poochyena (because this is a PMD RP, where any participating humans are turned into Pokémon). Without getting into too much in the way of explanations, the other day on spur of the moment @unrepentantauthor and I started to privately roleplay an imagined interaction between Poochyena Dave and their character's father, a Delphox named Jesse Stranger, where they argue about which of them is less of a terrible father and are both being giant hypocrites going "NO U" at each other and it's great.

Anyway, at a certain point in the argument Jesse the Delphox uses Miracle Eye to mind-probe Dave about whether he's ever had 'violent thoughts' about his kids, and I sat down to write what he'd find. And it happened again! I spent three hours so in his head that I was full-on crying about his feelings and was shaking afterwards and everything. Like thirteen years ago, reading over it again afterwards it's like okay, this is not all that remarkable. But since this stands largely on its own and doesn't require any background knowledge of the RP, here it is anyway, for anyone interested in Morphic extras.

The formatting here is a bit unusual; I originally used Discord spoilers for some of the thoughts in the memories that he refuses to consciously acknowledge, the stuff that wouldn't show up in the narration of his POV of these scenes but is there anyway for a psychic to pick up on. Since Tumblr can't do those, I've replaced them with strikethroughs, which is not quite the same effect, but oh well.

What... what was he doing. Dave's ears flattened back against his head. Miracle Eye? What was that? Was he supposed to have any fucking idea what--

Everything fell in on itself, the Delphox's mind pressing against his own, finding faults, piercing them. He yelled out a panicked string of curses he couldn't hear. Fuck, fuck, what was happening--

--and then, suddenly, a memory. The echoing slam of a door, the unbearable screeching cry of an infant in his arms. she was gone, for good this time, and he knew it, fuck, he fucked it up every time, of course he fucking did Blinking rapidly and standing there and listening to the fucking interminable howls of this freak he never wanted and was somehow stuck with, thanks to these clownish fucking abortion activists. because he'd gotten drunk and fucking bragged about it at a bar, what the fuck was wrong with him A fleeting, angry thought as he looked at the baby, this flailing little bundle: Maybe Jane had the right idea. The mental image of just grabbing her by the ankle and tossing her off the balcony, watching her sail over the trees as the wailing receded into the night, or even just slamming her into the wall, a crack followed by heavenly silence. he didn't want this, he didn't want this, how was he supposed to take care of a fucking baby alone, he couldn't do this, fuck, maybe the police wouldn't even care when the baby wasn't fucking human, or he could just jump after her and get it over with--

His stomach clenched in revulsion, nausea crawling up his throat. What the fuck was this? He barely even remembered that night, hadn't thought of it in fucking years. He wanted to reach out and tear Jean away from this creep, just hold her and keep her safe and make sure nobody could hurt her, ever. Fuck, he just wanted to go home.

--and then a sudden unexpected yank into a series of other memories. Mia, four years old, no idea why she shouldn't hurt people; the abstract realization she was disturbed, weird, but also fascinating. She wasn't a monster; she was just different. Smart. She could figure it out, if he just explained in the right way if he failed that was a problem for later--

--watching the new game Mia and Lucy had invented for the first time a year later, the predatory glint in Mia's eyes as she pounced: it's a game, honestly it's just pretty cute, it's just the same as the little violent impulses they all have this might be more concerning when she has scythes but it's nothing to worry about--

--Mia, seven years old, little scythes beginning to poke out of her arms. Feeling almost giddy analyzing the X-rays: he'd been right, they were growing exactly as he'd predicted. Cheryl taking him aside, asking if she should be worried. No, of course not, she won't do anything, Lucy can stay insubstantial what if -- she won't, she's brilliant, she gets it--

--getting a call from the school, about how Mia, nine, had swiped and cut a girl's hair. Showing up to the principal's office, trying to placate the horrified parents. "She could've killed her!" "Of course she wouldn't have. She knows her own limits. It was just a game, like the games she plays with her sister. We'll talk to her about why she can't do that and that'll be the end of it." the hair's very close to the neck, fuck, Mia, what--

--looking at her in his car one day after one of their weird talks to offer her hotdogs, only to find her staring at him in the sort of way she stared at Lucy during their games, and when he asked what she was thinking she said she was hungry. "Just so we're clear here, when you say 'hungry' you mean 'let's get hotdogs', not 'I want to tear Dave's throat out and eat him', right?" "Both." Fear congealing in his stomach, blood running cold in his veins. She wasn't actually going to, and he knew it -- she was annoyed to even have to explain: "I like talking to you more than I'd like eating you." "That's great, but you can't eat people you don't like either." "I know." "Tell me why." -- but in his mind's eye he saw her lashing out, scythe through his throat, her sharpened fangs tearing at his windpipe, and felt so sick he couldn't breathe. Telling her to please not let him down please before exiting the car, extending his hand towards her and imagining her lunging again and every primal instinct in his brain telling him to get away, but no, she wouldn't, he knew that, and instead holding his hand firm until she took it if she attacked it'd be on him anyway--

--another call. She'd attacked a boy, put a pretty deep cut in his arm. His heart pounding in the office. Mia please don't fucking do this Somehow persuading the principal and the parents that it's a matter of childish impulse control, it's not like she wants to hurt anyone, she knows she shouldn't, they were thinking about making some sheaths for her scythes anyway kind of, maybe, he'd thought about it once and once that happened it wouldn't be a problem. Asking her about it in the car afterwards. Apparently it was this group of kids that kept harassing her about religion, of course it all came down to fucking religion, and she was just defending herself. Like she didn't have that fucking right -- but they talked about it anyway and it'd be fine and they'd make the sheaths Mia please--

--a pang of dread every time he got a call for a while, until at last the third one, when it was clear the principal had already made up his mind when he arrived at the office, and he argued fiercely anyway, they were provoking her, who even does that -- but then she expertly executed a fly on the wall and he couldn't even disagree anymore, she was probably better off homeschooled, and he took her home and they talked about religion on the way and he was glad he'd not have to get any more of these fucking phone calls, and then even fucking Howard was acting like it was all her fucking fault but it wasn't, she wasn't a monster, she was just Mia and she was weird but she was a fucking person and she was his best friend, taking her for hotdogs was like the best part of his week, he couldn't fucking lose her and it wasn't her fault, he'd made her this way and he'd figure it out--

--that horrible day of waking up to all of them gone but Lucy, off on a fucking suicide mission to rescue Gabriel, begging Jean to come home, realizing he'd fucking told them about the trap laid out for them, pacing around the house drinking whatever he could get his hands on trying to imagine they'd all be all right only all he could think was that they were all dying and he should go out there and do something except there was nothing he could do, he'd just be getting himself killed, and fuck, that was fine, fucking bring it, but they'd kill Gabriel too. The utilitarian calculus that rationally they should have just let them kill Gabriel so nobody else would die, they'd all fucking hate him forever but at least they'd be okay, but even then he just fucking couldn't, he was pretty sure Gabriel hated him already but Dave's heart still sank into a bottomless pit at the thought, and all he could do was cling to the fantasy that somehow everyone would be okay and try to drink enough to not remember the rest it'd be his fault, his fucking fault, he told them where to go--

--learning, from Jack's strained recollection of that day, that Mia had died with some kind of psycho fucking grin on her face after slitting somebody's throat, and feeling sick and pressing his lips together as he sat there, but it wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault, she was fucking unique and he loved her and if they hadn't shot her three times in the head he'd be fucking taking her and driving off, getting her out of the country, he didn't care, they couldn't take Mia he'd made her that way and he hadn't said the right things to her and he'd fucking told them where to go like a fucking idiot--

See, Dave thought, fiercely, in the middle of it, she wasn't a fucking monster, I never thought she was a fucking monster, all I ever wanted was to keep her fucking safe.

#morphic #actual writing #david ambrose's many issues let me tell you about them

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igotyoukth · 5 years ago

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we are not seven

Summary: The Big Hit Labels launched many products using BTS' fame. As albums, apps and clothes are boring now, the PR team has another idea: BTS themed parks with BTS clones. And only a few selected fans are chosen to test the prototype. What they don't know is, one of the seven groups are the real boys.

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But I didn't do anything wrong, was my first thought as I was asked to follow the staff. After enjoying the BTS concert minutes ago, I couldn't remember half of it. But I was pretty sure that I didn't do anything that would get me in trouble. I hadn't even filmed much.

The female staff had smiled and asked if I could spare a few minutes to follow her backstage. Backstage. That could be both very bad or very good. It's the place where BTS is walking around. But also the scary security.

"Stay close," the staff said and guided me deeper into the building. I nodded, when she used one of her cards to open a big door. Maybe BTS is behind it, screamed the fangirl in me. But they were not. It was a man and a woman.

"Hello," said the man. The woman greeted me with a quick nod. They were sitting on one side of a long table, looked friendly and smiled at me. "Sit down please," he spoke again. I followed suit.

"Did you enjoy the concert?"

"Yes, yes of course," I answered happily. It was really easy to distract me.

"Please don't freak out, but-," the woman began.

Isn't this one of the sentences to really freak somebody out, ma'am?

"You are Luna right?," she waited a second for me to nod,"we came across your account and confirmed you are a very dedicated and knowledgeable fan."

"Thank you?," I answered unsure about the compliment. I could also be blacklisted, I realized. Obsessive fans were dedicated and knowledgeable as well, after all.

"We are about to launch a new project for ARMYs and need fans we can trust to evaluate the process. So we need your help, Luna."

Her name was Yuna, and she made sure I knew that my options were little. As I already knew about that a new project of any kind existed, I was pretty sure bound to accept the offer.

So when I confirmed my involvement, she pulled a ton of papers from her bag. And then started explaining.

"BTS theme park" was the temporary name of the project. The park was separated into seven BTS eras. Their trainee days, debut era, I Need U, Blood, Sweat& Tears, Spring Day, Fake Love and the present. The BTS members would take part and be present at every station, recreate the era and interact with fans.

There was one innovative thing about the park. They were going to use clones.

The reason the PR team chose me was my fan account, where I used to analyze music videos and simply make jokes nobody found funny. But apparently it showed the PR team I was smart enough to take part in this big project. They needed fans who knew a lot about the group and could find the faults in the clones. Did they act out of character? Was the experience authentic? What kind of improvement was possible?

The park was going to include the seven eras, probably more in the future. And the fans could stay up to a week with BTS. The PR team knew that problems could arise. Mostly delusional fans could mistake the clones for real and get too excited about the close relationship.

But the primary goal of the project was to give everyone a chance to meet BTS and build a friendship. The clones would purely be friends and were not allowed to cross the line. This was another criteria we should observe. The clones should never be more than friends, never.

My station at the BTS theme park was the present era. The most boring one to me. A long career as an ARMY made me miss my old boys and the memories from eras in the past. But I was positioned there for being an 'experienced' fangirl. The clones in the present should be the best, as the PR team predicted it to be the most popular stop.

The other group members were chosen very carefully as well. For example the trainee group only had korean members and a manager who had known BTS for years.

Yuna gave me a lot of reading material and DVDs so I could refresh some of the information, and my homework was officially to fangirl. In a week I would join the other girls- 21 in total, three per era- for another workshop kind of thing. With basically more BTS stuff. As if that wasn't enough; they were paying me!

21 girls, fangirls, were waiting in front of the Big Hit building. Everyone was best friends already. The love for the same seven boys did this to you. So while we were discussing our favorite songs ans eras, we didn't notice how Yuna was waiting for us by the door.

"Girls, come in!," she had to yell for us to finally look up and move. I had found the girls from my group, Anne and Lia. They had been fans since BTS' debut like me, and were around my age.

"The first part of the workshop is about safety, things you should pay attention to," Yuna explained,"Afterwards you are taking the cars with your group to the theme park. During the ride you will listen to another seminar about your specific era."

Seated in a meeting room, we were given snacks and drinks. A Big Hit staff repeated what we already knew. But it made clear that the rules were important and we had to work hard to make the project perfect.

And before we knew, we were already inside the car driving to out of Seoul. The exact location was a secret, and I was too bad at orientation to know where we ended. The lecture inside the car didn't have any new information as well, so at some point we started chatting by ourselves.

I learned that Anne was from London and casted during a concert just like me. Lia on the other hand was Korean and one of the known BTS-fancafé members. Another thing we had in common was that we saw BTS as our babies and couldn't chose a favorite member.

The project long forgotten and deep in our conversation, we didn't realize that we had arrived until the door flew open. The view in front of us was nothing we expected, bigger than any project so far. A little town almost, just for us.

The gate greeted us with the words:

"Welcome home, ARMY."

#bts #fanfiction #fantasy #jungkook #v #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #rm #jhope #hoseok #suga #yoongi #jin #bangtan #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts story #we are not seven #bts fanfic #fanfic

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attack-on-multifandom · 6 years ago

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Pick a fucking book (Library!AU)

Pairing: Librarian!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: cursing, a bit of angst

Summary: You love reading and when you begin to go to a certain library, you also begin to fall for a certain librarian, Katsuki Bakugou.

A/N: got this idea and I had to write it, lemme know if you want a part two! 💕💞

You sat at the round table in the back trying your best to focus on the book in front of you.

It was just so difficult when the librarian, Katsuki Bakugou, was just so attractive with his crimson eyes and spiky blonde hair.

He was currently sat at his desk, head resting on his palm as he unenthusiastically turned the next page of the book he was reading.

He looked up from his book momentarily to catch you staring at him which caused you to immediately look away.

“Is there a reason you’re fucking staring at me, shitty girl?!” He yelled, which made many of the other people in the library turn their heads in shock at the loud librarian.

For a librarian who was suppose to keep things quiet, he sure contradicted that part of the job description.

You shook your head in response and turned your focus back on to the book you needed to read for school.

Bakugou scoffed and continued back to his book as well.

You had met the brash librarian four months ago when you moved to the city you were in for college.

You had always loved reading so accordingly, the first place you decided to check out would be the library.

You hummed gently as you searched through the rows of books, enthralled by the quaint atmosphere the library seemed to give off.

You must have lost track of time because soon enough, it was closing time and you didn’t seem to notice as you continued to look for a book you hadn’t read yet as well as grabbed your interest.

“Hey you, can you hurry up and pick a fucking book; it’s closing time and I have things to do,” you heard a loud voice behind you making you jump as you turned to see a blonde man looking not to particularly pleased.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know the library was closing yet, you must be the librarian; I’m new to this city so sorry for not getting out sooner!” You apologized, nervously rubbing your arm.

“Tch, whatever, just pick a book so I can check it out for you and leave.”

You picked the first book you saw and immediately had him check it out and left with a wave and another apology.

You began to go to that library a lot after that, eventually becoming very close with the grumpy librarian since you saw him practically all the time.

“Back again, huh?” He grunted, snapping you out of your reading trance.

He was putting books on shelves behind you, giving you a good view of his strong back and arm muscles. You had to admit, the man was hot.

“Oh yeah! I really love reading and this seems to be the only library in my area so...” you confessed, silence following suit afterwards.

“Hey is it okay if I knew your name?” You asked timidly.

You talked to the librarian pretty often now and you realized you didn’t even know his name or really anything about him.

“Its Bakugou Katsuki, you?”

“(L/N) (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you Bakugou,” you stated jokingly, holding out a hand for him to shake.

“Whatever.”

Bakugou still grabbed your hand and shook it anyway.

You got even closer after that. Whenever you were reading at your table, he would come over to you and ask you simple questions like how was school and if you were doing okay.

You would always respond in earnest and ask him questions about himself in return which, surprisingly, he always answered; mostly.

You soon found your self beginning to form a big crush on the handsome librarian and you decided that you would tell him.

After all, he seemed to reciprocate a bit with the way he always talked with you and chased away any guy that made you uncomfortable or was trying to hit on you.

You walked into the library that day with whatever confidence you could muster, trying to hold down your breakfast that was trying to make its way up your throat.

This was it.

You would tell Bakugou how you feel and he would either reciprocate your feelings or reject them.

You were about to approach his desk when you noticed a girl with short brown hair and pink cheeks giggling softly as Bakugou looked away, a red tint on his face.

Oh.

So he had a girlfriend, huh?

She kissed his cheek and began to exit his desk when she spotted you.

“Oh my god you must be (Y/N)! Bakugou has told me so much about you!” The girl exclaimed walking over to you.

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka, Bakugou’s girlfriend, and I heard you pretty much spend all your time here; it’s a pretty cool library, right?” Ochaco continued to ramble as your mind went blank with sadness, tears edging your vision.

She finally bid you goodbye and you were left alone with sadness and rejection in your heart.

“Sorry about her she tends to get excited- Oi, why are you crying!”

Were you crying?

You lifted a hand to your cheek to feel a tear slowly rolling down.

Bakugou was no idiot. It would be a complete and utter lie if he were to say he didn’t think you were pretty, kind, smart and that he also grew to have feelings for you.

But what was he suppose to do?

He already had a girlfriend and he wasn’t the type of person to leave a significant other for someone else for some simple crush.

His eyes softened a bit as he wiped another tear that left your pretty (E/C) eyes.

“I-I’m going to go read now,” you stated quickly before speed walking to your designated table in the back of the library.

And now we’re back in the present.

Your feelings for Bakugou had only grown in the couple of weeks since that incident.

He was more than the front he put on and it was things liked that which only increased your attraction to the complex blonde.

Every time you saw his girlfriend, a wave of sadness hit you and Bakugou would notice, feeling guilty for whatever reason; soon asking Ochaco to cool it on the PDA.

He noticed you didn’t talk to him as much and tried to keep your distance which saddened and angered him greatly.

He wanted to talk to you and get to know you, not because he liked you or anything, but because you were the only thing that made his job tolerable, with your soft words of encouragement and sweet smile.

Things were also not as good as they seemed with his girlfriend.

She came home at weird times, barely talked to him now a days, and he occasionally saw her with a green haired boy.

Sighing, he shook the unwanted thoughts from his brain and decided to see if he could start a conversation with you.

You smiled softly at the romantic scene currently playing out in your book, trying to mentally replace the characters with you and Bakugou which made you smile more.

“Hey nerd, gotta sec?” Said a brash voice and you looked up to see crimson eyes staring at you with great intensity.

“U-Um okay, what about?”

Bakugou sat in the chair in front of you and took a deep breath.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, feeling bad that it held some truth.

“Perhaps,” you whispered, not meeting him in the eyes.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Bakugou mumbled looking at the book you were reading.

“Is that a romance novel?”

A pink blush formed on your face as you quickly slammed the book shut.

“M-Maybe, w-why?”

He chucked at your reaction and shook his head.

“Moron, I didn’t mean it like a bad thing, I was just curious, that’s all.”

You simply nodded in response, suddenly feeling awkward.

“So why have you been ignoring me, did I do something shitty I tend to unknowingly do that to people.”

Great, now you had to tell him and how embarrassing would that be.

“No not all, it’s nothing, just forget about it.”

“Well it has to be something (L/N), or else you wouldn’t be ignoring me!” Bakugou exclaimed beginning to feel exasperated.

“Ilikeyou!” You said quickly, burying your red face in your hands.

“Speak clearly nerd, I cant understand you.”

“I like you.”

Oh.

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at your embarrassed state.

Was it bad that he was slightly happy?

“But I know you have a girlfriend so just forget it, okay?”

And there goes the happiness.

As much as he didn’t want it to be true at the moment, you were right, he did have a girlfriend.

Bakugou nodded slowly and got up from his chair giving you one last glance.

Your cheeks were shining a beautiful pink from your flustered state, your (H/L) (H/C) hair perfectly framed your face highlighting your delicate features; the sun from the window shined in your (E/C) eyes making the color pop out.

You were absolutely stunning.

“You deserve someone special who will treat you like the gorgeous girl you are,” he spoke unconsciously, turning the tips of his ears bright red out of embarrassment.

You smiled sadly as unwanted tears streamed down your face.

“Thank you, Katsuki, that means a lot.”

That was the first and last time he would ever hear you call him by his first name, for after that day, you didn’t come back and he didn’t know if you ever would.

#this made me sad but also happy bwhahah #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #my writing

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daddyzanchez · 6 years ago

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LOL I’M BACK WITH... MORE SMUT, SURPRISE - A LITTLE LATE BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Summary: Rick, surprisingly, gives you a Valentine’s present

3000 words - erotica - F/M - Valentine’s Day, cunnilingus, daddy kink, vaginal sex, riding, squirting, passion, sorta rough and sorta sweet, morning sex, vaginal fingering, brief finger sucking

Link to story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17816273

No Chocolates, No Flowers

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Rick whispered as he kissed your shoulder. You woke up to sunshine pining through the curtains and Rick’s face a bit too close to your own. It was hard to focus on him causing you to blink a few times.

“Mhm, happy Valentine’s,” you hummed and stretched your neck so you could kiss him. He pulled away too quickly and you wanted to complain but before you managed to say anything, he held up a piece of paper. You narrowed your eyes at him, “What’s this?”

“Your present, don’t think I’d ever give in to consumerism a-and buy you chocolates or flowers or whatever just because of the date” he said with a smile, there was a slyness to it, “W-want me to read it out loud?”

You were surprised that he had even thought about making a thing out of today but to be fair, you had hinted at wanting something for nearly two weeks despite knowing that he found traditions like Valentine’s Day extremely dumb and boring. The day was, if you asked him, pointless and simply just a capitalist scheme to get people in relationships to buy chocolate in heart shapes even though chocolate was available all year round. You had decided to give up after a while, stopping all your mentioning of the day and how your colleagues had different plans, to relieve him of his suffering because Rick in a sulky mood was torture. This was a surprise, something you hadn’t thought he’d do. You nodded.

Rick cleared his throat, looking proud as he started reading it, “Gift card containing a whooo-ole day of access to the dick of Rick Sanchez. Furthermore, i-it contains a free pass to decide whatever happens during rounds of steamy sex. Can be used whenever.”

You went completely pink as he spoke, cheeks and chest flushed as you looked at him in disbelief. That was not what you had expected at all but despite how cliché a gift it was, you couldn’t help suddenly deciding on a few scenarios in your head.

“Wow,” you said with a tiny voice, sitting up in the bed.

“You should see yourself,” Rick laughed, holding the gift card out to you and you took it with a deep breath. You had only just woken up, and he already had you thinking about his cock.

“So, this…” You began, “Can be used whenever?”

“For whenever or whatever you want, yes,” Rick smirked, leaning in to peck your lips, “The sooner, the better. I-I woke up with a serious case of m-morning woo—“

“Oh God,” you laughed despite wanting to cringe at his chosen wording, slapping his arm in a playful manner, “Stop! If you want to charm my pants off and get me to use my gift, you have to try harder than making me cringe.”

Rick grinned as you pretended to look outraged, but it didn’t seem to put him off at all, instead he looked more determined than ever and his hand came up to grab at your shoulder. He pushed you down into the mattress, crawling on top of you, “Fine, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” you looked away but then tried to lift yourself up to kiss him like earlier. His palm sprawled across your chest and forced you down again, making you pout, “Daddy.”

“There we go,” Rick smirked, hands running up under your top to pull it over your head. He pressed his lips to your chest as it was exposed, then mumbled against your skin whilst trailing kisses down your stomach, “Guess that gift card is already being put to u-use.”

You didn’t have to say much more to him, he already knew what you wanted when you uttered that name; you wanted everything to be about you, to be treated like were you his most precious thing that was meant to be worsh—

“Oh,” your thoughts were interrupted, and you gasped softly as you felt him between your thighs. You were still wearing your underwear, but his nose was pressed against the fabric, and you realised that he was inhaling your scent. It made you squirm, cheeks heating up like when you had received the gift.

He nosed along the outline of your cunt, briefly commenting on how he could feel the thin fabric going damp. His slow movements, due to him admiring you, tickled, making you clamp your legs together around his head, “Rick!”

Rick laughed in surprise and then reached up for your knees. He grabbed them and forced your legs apart again before you managed to strangle him, “Lie still.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you said in embarrassment but simply put on your pouty face again. You reached down to hook your fingers into the band of your underwear, lifting your ass and pulling them down over your thighs, “But you can’t command me, that’s not what the card says.”

“That’s what baby wants, huh?” Rick helped you get your underwear all the way off, fingertips running down your legs as he tugged at the fabric, “Well, whatever baby w-wants, baby gets on this day.”

You beamed at his cliché line, moving a little to get comfortable and waiting for him to continue but after a few moments, Rick had still done nothing. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, “What are you waiting for?”

“Waiting for your highness to give o-orders,” Rick shrugged, hands travelling down your thighs to grip at your hips. It was obvious that he was getting ready, but he had taken your words to heart, knowing it would annoy you. Sly bastard.

“Just do it already,” you huffed but before you even managed to finish your sentence and give it the right kind of impatient tone, Rick was already between your thighs. He held you down, fingers curling around your hip bones to control you if you tried to move.

The first brushes of his tongue were heaven-sent, releasing something in you that seemed to have been building up since you opened your eyes and knew what he was planning on doing to you for the whole day. You couldn’t help but squeak, reaching up to cover your eyes like a child as if not being able to see would make the situation less intense. There was no hesitation from his side and the eagerness of his mouth was filthier than usually.

He dared to remove one of his hands from your hips and reached down between your legs to spread your lips open, exposing your clit even more. It meant that he could give it a lot more attention but despite his breathing being unsteady on you, he did nothing. You wanted to grumble at him but knew that Daddy would get annoyed, so instead you looked down to find that he was simply admiring your cunt which clenched with every hitched breath of yours.

“What are—”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Rick mumbled and then his hand descended. He twisted his wrist and inserted his fingers into you instead, crooking them slightly up towards your stomach and you responded by crying out. You were just about to buck your hips upwards, but Rick’s free hand slammed you down again, “D-don’t, you’re staying right here where I can reach you.”

His head dipped down again, and whilst he made a come-hither motion with the digits inside of you, he leaned in to lick along your pussy with the flat of his tongue. Your voice wavered as you moaned, your body tensing up when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. It was too good to be true, and he seemed to be much less impatient today; you had to think of more ways to earn such a card again. Who cared if you were pinned down whilst this was happening despite your urge to thrash as he sucked your lips into his mouth and kissed along your cunt afterwards? You sure did not. It was too good to have you start demanding all sorts because the thing about getting eaten out by Rick when he was eager was that he already knew what made you tremble, and so as he worked your clit with his mouth closed around it, he managed to get you on the edge embarrassingly fast.

“You’re— oh!” Automatically, you balled your fists in his hair as your whole cunt started to tense up and you yanked him even closer to signal how close you were to orgasm. He groaned against you to administrate the pain you caused, swearing against your red swollen skin and the noise sent sweet vibrations to your clitoris.

“Please, please, please,” you whimpered and this time, when you lifted your hips up to grind against his face, he allowed you and closed his mouth around the mound of your cunt. You couldn’t let that go unnoticed, “Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you!”

You could hear Rick chuckling now, licking long stripes from where his fingers were buried inside of you to your clit before tensing his tongue to lick the nub in circular motions. You came at that, fast and intensely as his mouth sucked at your clitoris again. You didn’t know if you were screaming due to getting so lost in the combination of getting your clit sucked and your g-spot rubbed but if you had had to guess, you probably were loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

“Oh my God,” you yelled out as the sweet spasms of your cunt continued, and when he suddenly pulled out his fingers, you felt it; a hot gush from your cunt and the sheets beneath you feeling terribly wet. The pleasure was overwhelming, so unlike what you normally felt with him, and it made you arch your back as you gripped the sheets. You almost wanted to sob, the orgasm tearing through your body still and making your pussy pulse to the point where your entire world only consisted of the pleasure erupting from between your legs.

Rick’s eyes widened as he realised what he had done but when he wanted to say something about it, you cut him off to beg for more. He needed to give it to you right now; this, unlike any other orgasm, had simply made you crave even more, crave Daddy’s cock as soon as possible.

“Lie down,” you commanded impatiently, pushing at his body, despite him already working on moving around, to get him onto his back. He avoided the spot you had made on the bed but still looked prouder than ever, air getting knocked out of him as you straddled him.

The next few moments went by quickly and without being just a bit careful, you nearly ruined Rick’s boxers when you eagerly tried to pull his cock out. The need in you burned at the bottom of your spine, and you saw his length twitch as you nearly tore the hem from the rest of the fabric when you pulled roughly, and a drop of precome slid down the shaft. He loved it too then, needed to be inside of you just as much as you wanted it.

You did not hesitate, hand finding Rick’s hard cock to hold it in place. You slowly sank down on him, letting him fill you up inch by inch, the breach of the thick head burning as it opened you up for the rest of him. You did it until you could feel the back of your thighs against the front of his, making you whimper softly as he stretched you completely.

Finally, you turned your attention to Rick again who, below you, looked so devastatingly delicious that your pussy clenched at the way his face was contorted into sheer pleasure. You did not blame him; his cock must have hurt at its lack of attention during foreplay and as an apology, you leaned down to kiss his lips slowly, “Poor Daddy, being so hard for so long… does it feel better now?”

Rick hummed, arms wrapping around your body to pull you further in. He kissed you back with the same passion that you had showed when you wanted him naked, rushing to let your tongues meet in a filthy dance that left a trail of saliva down your chin. It was rough, showing just how much, he had yearned for your mouth and he swallowed down your moans caused by the way you could still taste a hint of your own sweetness on his tongue.

You pulled away when your lungs started to burn at the lack of air, and Rick reached to dry the droplet of spit off your jaw. You took the opportunity to catch his finger between your lips, letting your mouth slide down over it and sucking to mimic a blowjob that you promised for later. He groaned when you pulled off with a loud pop, “Move your ass or you’ll f-f-fucking kill me.”

You sat up straight again and swirled on his cock, hips hovering over his to torture him with your slow movements. How dared he command you? You smirked as you pulled off until only the head of his cock was inside of you, “Daddy’s breaking the rules. You said I was in charge.”

“Daddy’s too desperate t-to f-f-follow rules right now,” he continued the banter and looked up at you with an almost comical pout, clearly trying to imitate how you would normally act in this situation if it was reversed. It was surprisingly awkward and sexy.

To reward him, you responded to his clear admittance of wanting you by starting up at torturing rhythm, planting your palms on his chest and curling your fingers just slightly to grip at his skin. Slowly, you lifted yourself up on his cock and sank down a little faster again, repeating the move to build up a quicker and quicker pace.

“Thaaat’s it, sweetheart, happy fuuu-ucking Valentine’s Day,” Rick moaned lowly, his hands traveling up your thighs to grab at your hips and it took no time before he was helping you bounce on his cock, making you cry wantonly each time you came down on his length.

“You’re taking control,” you pointed out with a half-grin and a half-moan, having let go of him to touch yourself. Your hands danced up your figure, over your breasts to touch your neck until they finally ended in your hair that you pulled for show, “Oh— ah... Rick.”

“Stop talking about the rules, like you c-care anyway,” Rick snickered breathlessly, hands sliding behind you to cup the globes of your ass and then he pulled you forwards. You nearly fell off his cock, hands quickly grabbing at him for leverage before you’d end up head-butting him and in surprise, you started giggling. Rick groaned, “Christ, stop laughing when I’m balls-deep in you.”

“Grumpy Daddy,” you placed your forearms on either side of his head, kissing his lips softly before starting up again. He started breathing deeper again, and you followed right behind him when the new and more intimate position gave you the possibility of getting your clit stimulated by his pelvis with each rock of your hips.

Rick pulled you in again, holding you close and kissing where your neck met your shoulder. You continued rolling your hips back and forth, the pressure against your clit making your pleasure slowly mount to a crescendo you knew would be absolutely earth shattering - and so you chased it; begging him to fuck you and rocking your hips with his in earnest as he slammed up into you. Again and again and again and aga-

Your second orgasm rippled through your body, sending spikes of pleasure out to the very tips of your fingers and toes. You cried and whined and whimpered, feeling Rick’s cock spilling inside of you when it became too much to feel you clenching rhythmically around him. His name was on your lips and yours was on his until they both sounded like gibberish, and for a moment, you forgot how to control your limbs; your thighs were shaking, and your arms lost all ability to hold you up.

You collapsed down over him, so you were chest to chest, feeling your thighs tremble as aftershocks coursed through you with more intensity than you had expected. It was intimate like this, and his hand ran up your back and brushed through your hair with a softness you had missed from him. His heartbeat was fast, maybe just as fast as your own, and you listened to it as silence fell upon the two of you. If only we could lay here forever, you thought to yourself but despite the idea being amazing, you knew he probably wouldn’t mind changing the bedding, so after a moment, you pushed yourself to sit up again, then rolled off of him. Holy moly, if that had been the beginning of this day you were looking forward to what the rest of it had to offer.

“So,” you broke the silence, breathing slowly again as you looked up at the ceiling, then turned onto your side, “Do I get stamp on my card now or what?”

Rick laughed, “That’s a loyalty card, moron... though you should get a r-reward for being that sexy.”

“Pancakes?” You mused, knowing that both him and you would be starving soon.

He leaned in to peck your lips, “Sure, if you change the sheets.”

“Deal,” you laid down again; you could nap just for five minutes before cleaning the mess the two of you had made. Rick, on the other hand, got off the bed. Saucer shaped, you reminded him as he walked out of the room - stark naked.

“Ju-ust how I like them,” he responded.

Yes, this day definitely had more to offer.

#rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty #valentines day

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ionlyreadfivebookslastweek · 5 years ago

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Bless The Broken Road - 33

Valentine’s Day

“You almost ready?” Spencer called down the hall to Jane.

“Yeah, just getting my shoes on!” she yelled back from the bedroom. A few seconds later, she walked out into the living room. “Ready,” she told him.

“You look beautiful,” he told her, wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Thank you.” Jane smiled and looked him over. “You look hot yourself.”

A blush covered his cheeks and she reached up to kiss him. Before it could go any farther, she broke away and went to grab her purse and keys from the hook by the door.

“We should get going. We don’t want to keep Will and JJ waiting,” Jane chuckled.

Spencer agreed and they headed out.

The couple was meeting Will and JJ for a Valentine’s Day dinner double date. The four enjoyed a lovely night of fun and conversation.

When they arrived home, Spencer started kissing Jane, moving his hands to the straps of her dress.

She gently pushed his hands away and broke the kiss, deciding not to go any farther for the night. Instead, the couple chose to change into pj’s and cuddle on the couch with Shortstack while watching a movie.

A few days later, February 16th, it was a paperwork day at work.

Throughout the day, Jane found ways to tease Spencer. She’d actually wanted to do stuff on Valentine’s Day but decided against it. It had been weeks since they last slept together and she was missing the feel of his body on hers.

When they arrived home, they wasted no time, moving quickly to the bedroom. Her teasing had worked. The pair began making out, hungry for each other’s touch.

~~~~~

Wednesday, March 14th.

Jane stared at the pregnancy test in her hand. It read positive, but she refused to let herself feel happy about it yet. She needed confirmation from a doctor to really believe that the test was right this time. Jane stuck the test deep into the trash can, covering it with some other trash so that Spencer wouldn’t see it.

During lunch, Jane went to the doctor alone. This time the doctor had good news.

She really was pregnant.

Jane smiled to herself as she drove back to work. Along the way, she brainstormed a way to tell Spencer the good news.

Everyone was almost ready to go home for the day when a case came in at the last minute.

The team was briefed before flying to Illinois. Upon landing, Jane and Morgan were sent to the crime scene, an alleyway.

“There’s not much blood here. It’s likely this was merely the dumpsite and not where the UNSUB killed him,” Jane observed.

Morgan was about to respond when a shot rang out from the end of the alleyway. They both jumped behind a dumpster and pulled out their own guns, firing back.

There were two guys shooting at them. Jane managed to hit one in the leg, knocking him down to the ground. When his partner got shot, the other took off. Morgan ran after him while Jane went to handcuff the other and called for an ambulance. A few minutes later, Morgan returned, guiding the other shooter in handcuffs back to the alley.

Local police and EMTs arrived to take care of the two men. As the men were being treated for their injuries, Jane noticed they shared the same tattoo on their necks.

Morgan and Jane headed back to the police station, letting the local police take care of getting the two to the station for interrogations once the EMTs were done treating them.

As soon as they arrived, Spencer embraced Jane.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, speaking into his shoulder. When he let go, she scanned the room and located the deputy sheriff.

“Would’ve been nice of you to mention we were going into a gang’s territory,” she yelled at him. “You failed to mention that. Did it ever occur to you that they might have something to do with these murders?”

“Addison,” Hotch warned.

“You could’ve gotten us killed today!”

“Addison, outside!” Hotch demanded.

Jane sighed and reluctantly obliged to the unit chief’s order.

“He should’ve told us the crime scene was in a gang’s territory!” she argued as soon as they were alone.

“Yes he should’ve, but you yelling at him about it isn’t going to do us any good right now,” he pointed out.

Jane sighed then nodded. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she apologized. She ran a hand over her stomach. “I’ll find time to apoligize to him later, if you want me to,” she offered.

“You do what you feel is right,” he told her. “Now let’s get back to the case.”

The rest of the case, Hotch only assigned her roles that kept her in the police station. Jane suspected that he somehow knew she was pregnant.

One day, JJ found Jane in the bathroom, kneeling beside a toilet.

“Jane, are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Jane told her, getting up and moving to the sink to wash her hands.

“Are you sure?”

Jane turned to her. “Spence doesn’t know yet, but I’m pregnant,” Jane shared with her.

“Oh my god! That’s so exciting! Congratulations!” JJ cheered, stepping forward to give her a hug.

“I think Hotch knows too somehow,” Jane chuckled. “Ever since I lashed out at the deputy sheriff he’s been giving me jobs that keep me here. But please don’t tell anyone else yet. Spencer really should’ve been the first to know. I was going to tell him the day this case came up, but now I’m waiting until we get home,” she explained.

“Your secret is safe with me,” JJ assured her.

~~~

They’d located the UNSUB and were about to head out to the address Garcia had given them.

Before she could follow the others, Hotch pulled her aside. “I think you should stay behind, Addison,” he told her.

“What? No. Hotch, please let me go with. I’ll stay in the back,” Jane pleaded.

Hotch sighed. “Fine, but be careful.”

“Thank you,” she told him before following him outside to meet with everyone else.

They managed to apprehend the UNSUB with no casualties. Afterwards, they headed to the jet to fly home.

Sunday, March 18th.

Jane leaned against the kitchen countertop, scrolling on her laptop.

Spencer walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What are you looking at?” he asked her.

Jane smiled at his touch and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Just browsing houses. Seeing if there’s any nice one’s in our budget.”

“What’s wrong with our apartment?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just thought it’s time to own property rather than spend money on rent each month,” she explained. She paused for a moment before adding, “And with our growing family, we’re going to need more space.”

She turned around to face him, gauging his reaction to her words.

“Wait, growing family?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“Mhmm,” she grinned. “I’m pregnant,” she finally spilled.

“Oh my god! That’s amazing!” he cheered, his eyes going wide in excitement. He picked her up and spun her around in happiness then set her back down and kissed her.

“How long?” he asked when he broke the kiss.

“I’ve known since the first day of the last case. I was going to tell you but the case got in the way,” she explained. “JJ and Hotch already know. JJ walked in on me in the bathroom when I was throwing up from morning sickness and I’m pretty sure Hotch figured it out for himself. But I can’t wait to tell everyone else!”

The next day was a paperwork day. At one point in the afternoon, Jane walked over to Spencer’s desk to speak with him.

“So when do you think we should tell them?” she asked him in a hushed tone.

“Tell us what?” Garcia questioned, somehow managing to hear her despite her effort to keep her voice quiet. “You have news? How exciting! Please share!”

Jane saw JJ and Morgan look up from their desks upon hearing Garcia.

Spencer chuckled. “I guess right now would work.”

“I’ll go ask Rossi and Hotch to come here,” Jane said.

Once the team was all gathered, Jane wrapped an arm around Spencer and said, “We just wanted you all to know that we’re gonna have a baby!” she cheered, placing her free hand on her stomach. “I’m pregnant!”

Everyone broke out in cheers and words of congratulations, each taking turns stepping forward to hug the happy couple.

As Hotch took his turn to hug Jane, she asked, “You already knew, didn’t you?”

“I had a hunch,” he admitted.

~~~

Saturday, March 31st.

Jane sat back on her heels and flushed the toilet yet again. She’d been sick all day with morning sickness. Up until this point, it had been pretty mild. Today, however, it was terrible.

Convinced she was finished throwing up for now, she exited the bathroom and headed back out to the living room where Spencer was sitting on the couch. She crawled into his lap, tears falling onto her cheeks.

“Why is it so bad?” she cried.

“I’m sorry, Janey,” he comforted her, rubbing her back.

Over the next few weeks, the morning sickness finally came to an end.

~~~~~

May.

Spencer helped Jane zip up her dress and put her necklace on before turning her around and giving her a small peck on the lips.

“You look beautiful,” he told her.

“Thank you,” Jane replied. “And you look dashing,” she added with a small laugh.

“Shall we head to Rossi’s?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she agreed.

They were having a celebration at Rossi’s that night. Actually, they were helping Will surprise JJ with a surprise wedding.

It still seemed odd to Jane when she thought about the fact that she and Spencer got married before them, especially considering the other couple had been together longer and had a son together.

It was a beautiful ceremony and reception, both held in Rossi’s big backyard.

Jane smiled and rested a hand on her growing belly as she watched Spencer play with Henry. She couldn’t wait to watch him interact with their own child.

~~~~~

Monday, June 4th.

“Jane, I already told you. I don’t want you in the field while you’re pregnant!” Spencer argued.

They were driving into work when an argument broke out about Jane and the baby’s safety on the job.

“Spence, I understand you’re concern, but I don’t need to stay behind. I want to keep working cases with the team until I’m not allowed to fly anymore,” Jane insisted.

Spencer sighed and shook his head without saying anything else.

They continued to drive in silence for a few minutes before Jane spoke up again.

“How about this: I still go with the team on cases, but I stay at the local headquarters?” she offered as a compromise.

Spencer thought it over before agreeing.

When they arrived at the BAU, Garcia was waiting to inform them that a new case had come in.

Jane put headphones on her now visible baby bump, a suggestion that was made by JJ. She alternated the kind of music she put on. Sometimes it was Mozart, sometimes it was the Harry Potter soundtrack.

~~~~~

Around the same time that her belly started to show, Spencer began to talk to the baby by laying down next to Jane with his face next to her bump.

“Hi, little one,” he cooed. “I can’t wait to meet you. I’m going to love you so so much.”

Jane giggled, finding the whole thing absolutely adorable.

The couple also decided to start reading to the baby, reading a chapter of Harry Potter each night.

Over time, Jane began to get food cravings, causing Spencer to make frequent trips to the grocery store for ice cream and strawberries. Delicious separately, but nauseating when paired together, Jane found out.

What started out as a way to tell Spencer that she was pregnant turned into a serious search for a house they could call their own. Morgan helped them out, as he had several renovated houses. In the end, they decided to buy on that Morgan renovated himself.

On June 23rd, they team worked together to help them move into their new house. Jane wasn’t allowed to help, per Spencer’s orders, so she guided the others by telling them where to put things.

After all was put away and everyone else headed home, Spencer wrapped his arms around Jane from behind. Jane wrapped her own around his, hugging him back.

“Welcome home,” he told her.

~~~~~

A little over a week after moving in, Jane and Spencer hosted a get together for the 4th of July. The party also served as a house-warming gathering to celebrate their new home.

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kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog · 6 years ago

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I’d love a part two to the Pokémon Mystery Dungeons Naegiri thing!! That was awesome to read

Anon: Kyoko please make a part 2!!!!!!!!!1!! That was great but you left me wanting moar XD!!!!!!!!!!Mod Kirigiri, for the Mystery Dungeon Au, can we have the reactions from the rest of the Detecive Society when Kyoko tells them Naegi is gone?

Well… this took longer than anticipated. College is rough I suppose.

If it’s rough around the edges, well, I’ve rewritten this about 50 times, so I don’t know what to say.

Enjoy…?

(Part 1 is here if you missed it!)

…It Simply Means “I’ll See You Again Soon”

“U-um, I’m sorry to interrupt but, where’s Makoto?” Chihiro asked, and suddenly all the noise in the room ceased to exist. Kyouko felt herself unintentionally tense for a moment. Everyone began to look around, whispering to themselves about her missing partner, before finally settling their gazes onto her. She swallowed down a sigh and closed her eyes, trying to collect her thoughts.

It wasn’t that it was a difficult question to answer—it was perhaps the easiest one she’d been asked in the past few days, and it wasn’t unexpected either. No, the actual answer itself was quite simple, it was actually coming out and saying it that she hesitated on. It wasn’t that she didn’t think the others deserved to hear or could handle the truth—the day she let that stop her was the day the world actually ended. It was that she really had been putting off thinking about it since earlier that day, and the emotions that’s she’d suppressed were threatening to rear their ugly head.

She hadn’t stayed much longer in the spot they been after Makoto bid his supposed “temporary farewell”; she had too many conflicting feelings to want to remain there. And regardless of whether or not she’d wanted to, she didn’t have the time for it. She’d still had a ways to go to get back to Hope’s Peak, and given how drained she already was physically, mentally, and now emotionally as well. So she took Makoto’s attitude to heart and just kept moving forward, burying the feelings from earlier that day to deal with later.

By the time she’d finally reached Hope’s Peak again, it was dark. Still, that didn’t stop the other members of the Detective Society from practically running her over upon her return to them (including a near crushing hug from Hina that still left her sightly wheezing), nor did it stop them from bombarding her with enough questions to make her head spin. But she’d sat through patiently and explained the entire tale to them, start to finish without a detail spared, and when they realized that the entire world had just been saved, a celebration had been proposed to take place at Celete’s Cafe.

She’d been planning on quietly slipping away when the Rockruff’s absence was finally pointed out to the group as a whole.

She finally opened her eyes and kept her gaze toward the wall. “He’s… no longer around,” she answered, keeping her tone as even as possible.

“The hell? What the fuck does that mean?” Mondo snapped, a flash of fear coming over his face for a moment.

“While I disapprove of his language choice, I must agree with his question! What do you mean he’s ‘no longer here’?” Taka added.

Hina gasped. “Don’t tell me… he didn’t…” she trailed off and put her hands to her mouth at the very idea. Kyouko understood the meaning immediately.

“What you’re thinking of didn’t happen,” Kyouko was quick to shoot the idea down. “However… his time in this world did end, in a sense.” She was met with more worried and confused stares. She took in another deep breath.

She’d delivered worse news in her life before. She’d been met with sobbing and grieving family members as she told them the horrible truths, been yelled at and attacked countless times by Pokemon that were often twice her size, and never flinched in any of those situations. Her life had been threatened numerous times, yet she’d never wavered in the face of it.

So why was it this situation that was threatening to crack her carefully crafted composure so much?

Taking advantage of her silence, Byakuya sneered. “Simpletons. If your brains actually function, you’ll recall Makoto was originally a human.”

“Wait, say what!?” Hiro shouted. Ah, that was right, he wasn’t originally there when the others found out. His shock quickly morphed into anger as he stomped his feet a bit, the ground shaking beneath them all. “Stop messin’ with us! Humans aren’t real! They’re just fairytail crap!”

“Yeah, of course I remember that!” Hina huffed. Hiro’s gasp was ignored. “But what does that have to do with anything?” Her tail swished a bit behind her in irritation.

Byakuya gave her a slight glare as her tail came dangerously close to smacking him. He did a side step away from it before continuing. “Makoto’s very existing in our world implied that he was here for a specific purpose; humans don’t just turn into Pokemon all that often,”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Kyouko nodded, then tried her best to ignore the smug look now adorning his face “He was originally sent here with the express purpose of saving our world from Junko’s future plans—something which he’d volunteered to do.”

“W-wait, you’re for real? But he never mentioned anything like that! He seemed just as surprised as everyone else when everything went down!,” Leon exclaimed.

“Because he forgot about it. The process that sent him here unintentionally muddled his memory. He didn’t learn about this goal of his until after he and I went to investigate Mukuro’s whereabouts following her escape. Finding Junko as quickly as he did was just a coincidence,” she averted her gaze again. “And once he finally did accomplish his goal-“

“He had no reason to stay in this world any longer afterwards. There was no point in staying,” Byakuya cut in. Silence reigned through the room once more, this time with an undertone of shock and horror in it.

“…” Kyouko remained quiet as well. What was she supposed to add to it now? That was all there was to it. It was in that silence that she realized how much… dimmer, the room seemed without Makoto brightening it up.

Of course, they also wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place had he still been there.

“S-so you mean… he left, just like that?” Chihiro asked, his voice even quieter than usual. “How could he just do that…”

Sakura bowed her head in though, crossing her arms over her chest. “It does seem rather abrupt for him, yes,” she agreed.

“He promised he’d come back ok…” Hina muttered, fist clenched tightly and shaking. “He promised!”

“It wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. He truly didn’t want to have to leave.” She closed her eyes for a moment and suppressed a shutter at the memory of his final moments: the passionate look on his face as the light whisked him away, likely to never to be seen again. “Stop,” she told herself. This was not the time to think about that.

She opened her eyes again and looked towards Hina to distract herself. “He would like to extend his apologies, Hina, that he had to break that promise.” She felt a paw against her back and tensed for a moment. To her left she saw Sayaka standing beside her with a sympathetic expression on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Kyouko,” she said, almost whisper quiet.

She ducked of the touch. “I don’t see why you’re apologizing about it.”

“Well, I know that you were close to Makoto. It’s hardly fair that he lef-“

“What’s ‘unfair’ is for anyone to expect him to stay after all was said and done. We’re fortunate he even wanted to volunteer to save our world in the first place.” To that, no one seemed to have an immediate response. She was hoping that meant it was the end of the conversation. She did not have the patience to be arguing about this right now.

But then, Byakuya just had to open his mouth.

“Including yourself?” He jabbed back. “I hardly believe that his ‘investigative partner’ wouldn’t have any qualms about his departure, expected or not,”

“…My opinion of the situation hardly matters,” Kyouko stated, her voice still even.

“F-fine, ok yeah but… you said he wanted to stay too, didn’t you? Shouldn’t that be taken into account? It’s not fair to him!” Hina argued.

“He hadn’t regained his memories. I suspect his opinion would’ve been wildly different if he had. He had a life back in his world long before arriving here after all.” Kyouko shot back.

That wasn’t entirely true. Makoto had told her that himself; that regardless of what memories he was missing he would never regret coming to their world. That he couldn’t wait to save the world and continue investigating with her, provided she’d have him.

That was, of course, right before he’d discovered the truth of what would happen upon defeating Junko. Not that anyone needed that leg up on her.

“Well…” Hina faltered. “B-but still! It could-”

“Any of our thoughts or opinions on the matter aren’t going to change anything about the reality of it. Makoto is gone because he accomplished his mission, and he’s not coming back.” And at her own words, she found herself internally wincing.

Makoto’s words echoed through her head “This isn’t our goodbye. This is just… this is just a temporary farewell. Because we will see each other again, I won’t let it be any other way!”

She didn’t want to doubt his words; she wouldn’t have made it this far with him if she’d written off his words as empty platitudes. His words did carry a certain amount of weight to them. There was an undeniable fire that lit up in his eyes whenever he set out to do something. That fire was there in full force, through the tears that he’d been trying to keep back, as he said those words to her. She truly wanted to believe in them.

But the logical part of her, the part of her she always listened to, kept nagging at her in the back of her head any time she tried. It screamed at her about there was no reason to believe that he’d ever return, that his ‘temporary farewell’ was actually a ‘goodbye’ that he had just been to naive to see it as. That he’d been proven wrong before, he was too short sighted to believe in, and so many more reasons why.

Logically, she had no reason to believe him when he said he’d find a way back. But she wanted to anyway.

Putting faith in something or someone based almost solely on emotions was… foreign territory for her. Having to put aside her logic in favor of what was essentially blind faith was new to her—nor something she planned to make a habit, but she could make an exception this one time. Still, she was trying her best.

But as more time passed and the more she thought about it all, the logical side of her was winning through. She had to wonder how disappointed Makoto would be in her for it. She’d probably never know.

She closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh for what felt like the hundredth time that day. She didn’t have the patience for this anymore. She picked herself up and began to stalk past the other members, her destination towards the corridor towards her room.

“H-Hey! Where are you goin? Celete’s place is the other way!” Hiro exclaimed.

She stopped and turned her head slightly to look at him and everyone else. “I’m aware, Hiro,” She continued before he could add whatever thought he’d had. “I’ll catch up later, I’d like to rest for a bit first. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day as well,”

“W-w-what’s so s-special about tomorrow?” Touko questioned.

“Because tomorrow I’m leaving Hope’s Peak,” she said.

Hiro laughed. “Oh, is that all? Then- wait a sec… WHAT!?”

She heard similar reactions shouted at her all at once.

“You can’t just leave, Kyouko!”

“Why would you even say that?! You can’t go!”

“But who else will I be able to tell such epic tales about?”

“Quit fuckin’ around! You can’t just leave!”

“And why do you say that? The Detective’s Society requires all it’s members be a part of a team, and in case you haven’t noticed, my partner is gone. I’d be in violation of the rules if I stayed.” Kyouko countered, not quite looking at the former gang member.

“Er… well…” Mondo stammered. “Junko—or Mukuro I guess—was allowed to stick around-”

“They were also manipulating the system to work however they needed it to,” she reminded him.

He scratched the back of his head. “Oh… right…”

“Still, I doubt anyone higher up would have a problem with it! You’re one of the best around! The rule is mostly for newcomers anyways!” Hina tried her best to sound encouraging.

“It doesn’t matter to me either way, I’ve made my decision.” She’d joined the Society for information regarding her father and nothing more. Or at least, that had been her initial intention.

Befriending the random stranger she’d used to get into the group had not been a part of her plan at all. She’d intended to go up in the ranks with him, as someone who could keep up with her skills at least someone, until she’d have access to their archives. After which, she would slip away to continue her solo work. She’d never liked working in large group such as this one was.

But then Makoto just had to use his childish and naive charm on her. She suspected it wasn’t intentional on his part, he wasn’t the type to be aware about that. He’d somehow managed to get her to warm up to him to the point where she considered him her best friend, and then went out of his way to help befriend the other Society members. To continue to be a pat of it without him felt… wrong.

“Well then answer me this: are you really telling the whole truth? You seemed perfectly fine with it when he was still around. Or are you just using that as an excuse?” Byakuya asked, using exaggerated air quotes.

To this, Kyouko said nothing.

She could hear the smirk. “That’s what I thought. Still, I think you’re wrong. I think we’ll be seeing both of you bright and early tomorrow. I’m not going to let two of the best members leave us just like that, after all.” Her ear twitched. There was some shuffling going on behind her, some quiet gasps, a strange ringing sound. Had she heard him correctly?

Both of you…

Both of you…?

What?

“No…” Her eyes went wide. The frantic whisperings behind her had only increased in volume, as had the strangely tinny ringing sound behind her. A ringing sound she that’d she’d heard before.

Earlier that day, in fact.

She whirled around, almost making herself dizzy in the process. But with the current sight in front of her, she didn’t care.

There was a ball of light that had descended from the sign just outside of the door to the headquarters. It was almost blinding to look at. But gradually, the light started to fade, and a silhouette could be made out from in it, one that looked distinctly small and puppy-like.

She didn’t even need to see that to know that it was him; who else could it have even been? Still, the sight of him left her at a loss for words. She probably looked ridiculous, she wagered, standing there just gaping, but that was the least of her concerns in that moment.

After what felt like an eternity passed, the light finally faded entirely. Stood in its place was Makoto, giving the group a bright grin, as if to say that nothing had ever been wrong.

His eyes narrow a bit as he scans through the crowd in search. He lets out an excited gasp when their eyes meet “Kyouko!” He exclaimed, and then-

“Oof!” He’d moved so fast that she hadn’t even realized what was going on until he tackled her to the ground. They tumbled to the ground in a heap.

He nuzzled gently into her neck. “I told you I’d find a way,” he said quietly.

She finally snapped herself out of her stupor, and returned the affectionate gesture. “So you did,”

The whole room let out a cheer, even louder than the one she’d been greeted to upon walking in. Even those less excitable (or more apathetic in generally) were celebrating in their own ways; Byakuya was wearing a slightly more natural smirk as he let out a low chuckle, and Touko was trying her best not to look at them, lest she risk smiling.

“Alright, now this is worth celebrating about!” Leon laughed. “C’mon! Lead the way, Celeste!”

“Certainly.” The room began to shuffle out. Makoto was given a few pats on the head as some of the larger members passed by. His tail wagged in contentment at each one.

He stood up from their spot. He held out a paw to help her as well, but his eyes widened at the sight of her. “Kyouko… you’re crying!”

She raised a paw to her face. “…So I am,” she muttered.She hadn’t even noticed. Makoto raised his paw to wipe them of her face. A small smile graced her lips.

He smiled back. “So, what’s this about a celebration…?”

((Welp this took awhile. Sorry! Hope it helped heal your hearts after last time at least?))

#mod kirigiri #naegiri #Makoto Naegi #Kyoko Kirigiri #Kyouko Kirigiri #danganronpa #Mystery Dungeon AU #danganronpa trigger happy havoc

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thatbluegibson · 7 years ago

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CH 44

Dave reached across the bed for Liz, his eyes opening when he only felt the cold sheets beside him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, checking the clock on her nightstand that read two in the morning. He threw his shirt on and went after her, finally finding her on the tile floor of the dining room, staring out at the moonlit waves.

“You ok?” he asked expecting her to jump, but she just shrugged.

“Just over thinking my entire existence,” she smiled up at him.

He sat next to her on the floor and she threw the other half of her blanket over him as he put his arm around her. They sat quietly for a long time, listening to the muffled waves before Liz sighed. There was so much that Liz wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask him, to get his advice on, but she was just too exhausted to ask. She wanted her quiet life back, but she wouldn’t have any peace for such a long time. She knew that someday she would be a has-been, just a “remember her?” segment on some garbage online news site, but at the moment it seemed so far away.

“I swear I’m a well adjusted, normal person,” she finally said, “You just caught me on an off week, I guess.”

“You mean you’re not always running from ex-husbands and photographers?”

She laughed a little at that, turning her body to face him when her smile faded, “Am I always going to be running?”

Dave sighed, “That depends. You can run from it or you can embrace it.”

“I want to run. Every part of me says run.”

“But they’re always going to be faster than you, Liz. There’s always going to be someone pounding on your door, interrupting your life, someone begging for a piece of you and once you realize that you can’t physically get away, you’ll turn to something… else.”

She examined his profile in the dark as he stared out to sea. He was right, she could easily see herself falling down the slippery slope of escapism when the pressure, the LA bubble and the world became too much, “How do I embrace it?”

He took a deep breath and leaned back against the table leg, “When Nirvana got really big, we weren’t even in the states. We were on some European tour, playing these little venues and just getting phone calls from people back home telling us we were on MTV and shit, and we thought it was hilarious. We thought it was a big fucking joke… and then we came home and it was happening. Krist and I just continued thinking it was all funny, but Kurt just couldn’t. They wouldn’t let him.” He cracked his knuckles and thought for a moment, “I’ve seen so many people destroyed by what they thought was their escape, something they thought they were in control of and… well, you either embrace the fame and learn to live or you run from it and it catches you eventually. Either way, it gets you.“

“Something gets everyone in the end, though,” Liz was starting to think he was talking about something else entirely.

“Yeah, but fucking hell what a way to go.”

She felt her heart constrict a little and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She thought about her plan and timeline she had set in front of her just a few days ago. She would finish her commitments and then stop, just stop working for the film industry. She could walk away completely within a year and a half and luckily hadn’t signed any contracts or made any further commitments. She could just step aside and let the next girl take her place. Acting had been an accident, something she had fallen into when Kyle’s mom had gotten her a bit role in an indie just after Jack was born. She had loved that small supporting role and the ability to completely immerse herself into someone else’s life for awhile and forget her own. Kyle had been taking extended ‘business trips’ and she was struggling with depression, but somehow Jack was thriving. Very soon afterwards more studios began seeking her out and she became addicted to the separation of her own life and the script. She especially loved the historical period dramas where she could use her history degree in the construction of her characters, but also for the complete separation of time. It was easy to forget the real world when you’re riding around the countryside on horseback in amazing costumes. If she didn’t have that world to escape to, she didn’t know where else to go.

Dave turned away from the window and whispered into her hair, “Come back to bed.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” she watched him stand and walk towards the stairs, thinking he might be a pretty good place to start.

A day later, Liz sat in her first class seat, nervously fidgeting as her phone powered down for take off.

“What if I just don’t go?” she asked.

“Well,” Dave leaned back into his seat, “There would be an awkward silence when they announce you’re the winner and then some random B-list celebrity would have to claim it for you.”

“Great! Then it’s settled,” Liz moved to stand, but Dave dragged her back down.

“Seat belts, please!” the flight attendant chirped as she headed up the aisle.

“I fucking hate flying,” Liz grumbled, her eyes followed the flight attendant as she settled back into her seat.

“I used to hate it, too,” Dave leaned across her and lifted the shade on the window next to Liz. “Look at the wings.”

Liz raised an eyebrow at him, but did as she was told. It was dark, the only flight they could get back to LA was a red eye, but the wings were illuminated from lights on the airport.

“The outboard and inboard flaps will lower and once the plane gets up to speed, the downdraft creates the lift that raises the plane.”

“And if we don’t get up to speed?” she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Then we’re fucked. But we have pretzels!” he dangled a tiny bag between his fingers and grinned at her.

“Thanks, Dave. That helps a bunch,” she laughed and sat back, already feeling much less tense.

“I spent a lot of time reading about the physics of flight when I started touring a lot,” he said quietly, double checking to ensure the seats around them were empty. “I was so used to touring in a van that flying everywhere just terrified me. It seemed like we were tempting fate, you know? It didn’t matter what the odds were because we were flying so much. Then my mom sent me a book and I read that fucking thing cover to cover on a flight from Seattle to Amsterdam. By the time we landed, I wasn’t scared anymore.” He paused for a moment, glancing over at Liz as she listened. “I didn’t even tell my mom that I was scared, she just sent it. I still don’t know how she knew.”

Liz smiled at that, “Moms always know,” she said quietly.

The plane began hurtling down the runway and Liz took a deep breath as she was pressed into the seat back. Dave took her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles, listening to the plane make the necessary adjustments and speed to achieve flight.

“So he wakes up out of a dead sleep and yells “Oh my god!” into this completely silent and fucking booked airplane and every one turns around and looks at me like I’m the asshole!” Dave was explaining why he hated flying with Josh Homme while Liz was doubled over in her seat laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face. “He asked me to fly with him to Hawaii next month and I told him to go fuck himself. I’ll never fly commercial with that man ever again.”

“Did he even say what he was dreaming about?” Liz managed, trying to keep from laughing too loudly.

“I don’t fucking know. It was a goddamn nightmare,” he shuddered at the memory of hurrying off the plane while nearly two hundred people glared at him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at the flight attendant who had a worried look on her face.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but there’s a bit of an issue back in coach and since you’re the only ones up here, I wanted to ask before bringing anyone up.”

Dave glanced at Liz, who looked just as worried as the attendant now.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s a mother with a few kids and they’re having a tough-“

“Bring them up,” Liz said, waving her arm towards the front of the plane.

The attendant visibly slumped in relief and hurried back to coach while Liz craned her neck to see where she went.

“I thought she was going to say someone was drunk. It’s fucking three in the morning,” she muttered, “that poor woman.”

A wailing sound drew nearer; increasing to stress inducing levels when a young woman with three little boys were ushered passed the dividing curtain.

Liz immediately stood and tapped Dave’s knee. “Move,” she demanded, her eyes on the youngest who was only about a year old and screaming wildly.

He did as he was told, moving into her window seat and watched her hurry up to the woman as the attendant sat them in a row a few back from theirs. The middle boy about three was so sleepy that he immediately threw his head into his mother’s lap and the oldest boy about five looked around, terrified. Liz spoke quietly to the mother before taking the baby from her arms and reaching for the five year old’s hand. She led the boy up the aisle and sat him next to Dave while continuing up the aisle with the screaming baby. Dave looked down at the little boy who was staring up at him, just moments away from bursting into tears as well.

“Hey, buddy,” Dave said quietly.

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?”

“Cooper.”

“Hey, Cooper. I’m Dave.” He shook his little hand and noticed he was wearing a Nirvana shirt. “I like your shirt.”

The little boy instantly went from terrified to excited. “They’re a band from the nineties,” he said, his eyes widening as if it were millennia ago.

“Oh yeah?” Dave chuckled a little, feeling his age. “Do you play any instruments yet?”

“Santa brought me a drum kit, but I’m not very good at it,” Cooper said, looking a little deflated.

Dave smiled at him and bent down, retrieving his bag from the floor and pulling out a set of drumsticks. He handed them to Cooper who looked at them in amazement.

“Are you a drummer?” he asked.

Dave glanced back down at Cooper’s shirt, “I was… way back in the nineties.”

Liz snorted a laugh as she walked passed them up the aisle.

“We can practice on the seat here,” Dave said, tapping the seat back in front of Cooper. “Hold the sticks like this…”

The baby’s tears increased slightly as Liz tried bouncing him in her arms, but stopped just as quickly once she cradled the baby’s head against her own and began singing softly against his skin.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly…

There was something magical about that song had worked on her when she was a baby and continued to work on her own children. She met eyes with Dave and smiled brightly, proud that she had conquered over the screams. As soon as the baby was sound asleep against her shoulder, she walked back to his mother.

“Try to sleep,” Liz whispered to her, receiving a grateful nod in return.

She headed back up the aisle and sat across from Dave as he taught Cooper how to hold the sticks.

By the time the aisle lights flickered on signaling their descent into LA, Cooper had learned the American and Traditional grip, how to twirl the sticks and the first few basic rudiments.

“Here’s your sticks, Mr. Dave,” Cooper said, holding them out.

“Keep ‘em, buddy,” Dave smiled.

“You should make him sign them,” Liz crouched next to Cooper’s seat already having handed the sleeping baby back to his exhausted mother.

“Yeah, they’re already signed,” Dave muttered, a little embarrassed that he carried signed sticks with him when he travelled.

Liz took Cooper back to his mom and helped him with his seat belt while Dave listened to her quiet conversation with the mother.

“Thank you so much,” she gushed.

“It was really no problem,” Liz insisted, pulling Cooper’s belt tight.

“It’s my first time flying with all three of them alone. Usually their father is here to help, but he’s in the service. We’re on our way to see him during leave.”

“Marine?”

“Yes, Staff Sergeant now.”

Liz smiled at that, “Mine was at Twentynine Palms for a few years.” She caught Dave turn to her out of the corner of her eye when the seatbelt light came on.

“Good luck tomorrow,” she called as Liz turned away, “and thank you again!”

Liz just smiled, a little sad that she had been recognized and returned to Dave.

#dave grohl fanfiction #dave grohl #dave grohl fanfic #ThatBlueGibson

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blinder-s · 7 years ago

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Bad Date / Eames

ok so i’m back!! thank u to everyone who liked nd commented on my last imagine (which u can find here)!!! ily lots, and here is another tom hardy imagine lol :-) i hope u enjoy!!

BLURB: You go on a bad date, and Eames is there to comfort you afterwards.

WARNINGS: Swearing??? A bit of violence but nothing rly i dont think

WORDS: 1,768

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNERS

“You’re going out dressed like that?” Your co-worker, Eames cooed as you strutted your way into the garage where the boys and Ariadne had crowded round the TV, watching God knows what.

“Yes, what’s the problem?” You asked, looking yourself up and down. You were going on a date with someone you had met in a coffee shop the previous day. They seemed lovely, with dark brown hair, and you wanted to impress them.

“The skirts a bit fucking short, isn’t it?” Eames commented, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at your outfit. You weren’t wearing anything indecent, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination, you supposed.

But you and Eames had never gotten along well, and you were certain that he was doing this to wind you up.

“It’s supposed to be short.” You retorted, “I’m going out on a date, Eames. If you have any other complaints or unneeded comments on my appearance, they’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning.”

You rolled your eyes, before Ariadne commented on how ‘pretty’ you looked. You thanked her, feeling good about yourself for one of the rare occasions.

“Yes, yes,” Eames piped up as you began walking out the door, “she looks lovely, in what little clothing she has on.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, so you turned around and gave him the finger, smiling sickly at him.

Your date was waiting for you outside the restaurant for you, looking just as good as you remembered, and followed them into the fancy Italian restaurant they had picked out. And the date was going well, the food was nice and the conversation flowed well. You were enjoying yourself, and so was your date by the looks of things.

They paid for you, and you probably said thank you about one hundred times, until you walked outside, your hands brushing slightly and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve had a really lovely evening,” you said, looking up at your date who measured a couple of inches taller than you.

“Back to mine?” They asked, pulling at your waist and smirking seductively. You giggled coyly,

“Maybe another time, perhaps?” Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for anything other than sitting in bed and binge watching some mindless crap on TV, “thanks for tonight, though.” You laughed, pulling away at their tight grip at your waist.

“I don’t think so,” they replied, their eyes furrowing, “you’re coming back to mine. Don’t act like a frigid, when I clearly know you aren’t.”

You began to try and worm your way out of their grip, “you don’t know anything about me.”

They laughed, bending down to your height, “you’re on that dating site, for fucks sake,” their breath hot on your cheeks, causing your eyes to burn and tear up, “and look at you,” they stood back, taking in your appearance, “you look like a common whore. Nobody comes on a date dressed like that, without the intention of getting fucked.” They whispered harshly, before clenching their jaw and grabbing onto your left wrist and pulling you further and further away from the direction of your home.

“Get off me!” You screamed, digging your shoes into the tarmac ground. You, of course, had been trained to fight back. It was one of the first things Cobb did when you had been recruited as part of their team, and you picked it up easily. However, your date was much bigger than you and you weren’t exactly prepared, on in the most agile clothing.

Their grip on your wrist tightened, and they clamped their free hand around your mouth, reducing you to grunts and concealed yells for help. Your hand wailed around, trying to hit your date anywhere you could.

The two of you had gotten to a door, which you presumed was theirs, since they began to rearrange their hands so that they could get the keys out from their back jean pocket. You took this chance to punch them square in the face with your spare hand, that wasn’t locked to your back, and kick them in the stomach. Their grip around your mouth and wrist loosened, so you wiggled free and began running in the general direction of the garage, where you knew Cobb would be.

You hid behind a wall, and slipped your heels off and continued to run easier, since you now had bare feet instead of six-inch heels. You ran and ran and ran, ignoring the sharp pains in the soles of your feet, as you stepped over glass and gravel towards the dimly lit garage.

You didn’t need a mirror to see that your looked like a mess; your skirt had ridden up and was skewed to the left slightly. Your makeup had smudged, and mascara and eyeliner were running down your face as your eyes teared up at the harsh wind slapped you in the face as your ran.

You feebly opened the industrial door to the focal point of you and your work colleagues, expecting it to be deserted except for Cobb in the corner, since he never really slept anymore. Or maybe Ariadne working silently on another location for the dream. Part of you hoped it would be completely empty, not needing any of your friends to see you in such a state.

But it wasn’t Cobb sat in the corner, it was someone you hadn’t wanted to see all evening. As you were running you could hear his comments about your skirt and how defenceless you were, and you had been praying to above that he’d have gone home.

“You look a bit worse for wares, (Y/N).” He said reading a book, not looking up at your arrival, “have a bit too much to drink?”

You slammed the door and ignored his petty comments, before going over to the sofa and lying down. Your silence and lack of comeback caused Eames to look up from whatever he was reading, and over to your shivering mess of a body slumped on the discoloured sofa.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cursed, before quickly making his way to you on the opposite side of the room. You yawned and mumbled that you were fine, before looking at your nails, “(Y/N), don’t be stupid. I know you’re not bloody fine!”

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, at how he had to insult you even though he was trying to be comforting. Eames had reached you now, and crouched down so that his head was level with yours, and the two of you made eye contact.

Despite never getting along with your irritating colleague, you had always found him rather attractive, Maybe it was his British accent, or maybe it was his physique. Or maybe it was how he never pushed it, when you two fought, and he knew never to actually upset your feelings.

“(Y/N).” He began softly, “what happened?”

You took a deep breath and began to explain how your evening panned out, including how your date commented on the length of your skirt, “I know you’ll just say that I was stupid, and asking for it because of my outfit. But please, I swear to God Eames, if you say ‘I told you so’,” you muttered not making eye contact with him, “I’ll punch you so hard in the dick that you’ll never be able to have children.” You gritted your teeth, before looking at him through your long damp lashes.

His hands went up in surrender, “noted,” his mouth formed a grin for a split second, before disappearing as quickly as it arrived, “not that I was going to say that anyway, love. Men are disgusting, and I’m sorry you had to go through that; even if you went wearing nothing, you still wouldn’t be asking for it.”

You smiled slightly.

“They deserve to be in prison,” Eames’ eyebrows furrowed, “tell me their name, and I’ll go kick them unconscious for you immediately.” He stood up and looked at you expectantly.

“Don’t be stupid.” You laughed, wiping under your eyes despite knowing it would smudge your makeup even more, “then you’d be put in prison. And who would I have to make fun of everyday?”

Eames looked you adoringly, curled up in the corner of the ratty sofa, and sat down next to you. His weight caused the pillow to sink down, and you slowly let yourself slide next to him, your clothed thighs brushing up against each other.

Eames looked down at your tired makeup stained face, still thinking that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Even though he, too, went on dinner dates with multiple girls in whichever city they were in; he didn’t call back any of them, despite the dates going well. Because, at the end of the day, they weren’t you- and none of them could make him laugh as loud as you did. And that was all he cared about; you and him laughing, no matter if it was because you had insulted him or vice versa.

“Can I kiss you?” You looked up at the man you’d known for roughly five years, who constantly annoyed you, realising that he was the one that you’d always want to come back to. No one could ever replace the stupid relationship that you had with him. However, his taken aback face told you that whatever you were thinking was unrequited, “sorry.” You apologised immediately, feeling embarrassed, “Ignore me. Pretend I never sai-”

He cut off your rambling by kissing you softly. So softly, that he was almost afraid of breaking you. You smiled, kissing him back more eagerly and messily, probably due to your fragile and slightly intoxicated mind.

He pulled away, mumbling something about how he shouldn’t be taking advantage of an upset girl, and how you’d probably regret everything in the morning.

“You have lipstick on your teeth,” you poked his cheek with your index finger, causing him to look at you abruptly, his mouth curving into a smile that took up half of his face. He leaned back in the sofa, letting out a gruff laugh, before looking over at your triumphant face.

“So do you,” he laughed, causing your face to fall slightly and punch him on the arm lightly.

“I hate you,” you spoke indignantly.

“I thought you did for five years, (Y/N).” Eames admitted honestly, “but I know that you don’t now.” He leaned his head down to yours, and pecked you quickly on the lips, “and I’m never going to let you forget it.”

#Tom Hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #eames #tom hardy imagine #inception

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thenugking · 7 years ago

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The Adventures of Mary Suesland Chapter 1

Here it is start of the worst thing i have ever written

Warnings for abuse from parents (of the “evil for no reason” kind) and cheating, homophobia (gay men are hot, lesbians are gross), unrealistic sex, and just the fact that this fic is really bad.

(Disclaimer: Make all the mary sues and self inserts u want, do not take this as me saying it’s bad. i just wrote this fic bc it was fun.)

CHAPTER 1

“You’re ten minutes late home, Emelerana!” my mum said accusingly.

“I’m sorry,” I told her. “Something really upsetting happened.” I didn’t want to tell my parents, because I knew they’d just make fun of me for it, but I’d discovered that my boyfriend, Chad was cheating on me with my best friend, Kylee. The two people I thought cared about me most in the world had betrayed me! Kylee had always teased me meanly, but we’d been friends since nursery, I never thought she’d do something like this! And I’d thought what I had with Chad was special. He’d seemed such a sweet guy and had told me he loved me. I’d even given him my virginity! It felt like such a waste now!

“That’s no excuse!” my dad said. “You’re grounded for a week!”

I tried to object that most 18 year olds don’t have such strict curfews, but they just glared at me and locked me in my bedroom in the basement. I felt my eyes well with all the tears I’d kept in after seeing Kylee and Chad together, I hadn’t wanted to look weak in front of them, but now I began to sob.

I gazed into my mirror sadly. My violet orbs were filled with tears and they were running down my porcelain skin. I was so plain-looking and ugly compared to Kylee! My cascade of raven locks just couldn’t compare with the golden curls of her hair, nor her big blue eyes. And while I was curvy, my body was petite. She was almost a foot taller than me and had slightly larger boobs. I sighed, knowing I could never be as beautiful as she was.

I raised a hand to wipe the tears from my eyes and took a deep breath. I had to be strong, and get through this! I just needed to take my mind off the pain of the betrayal. My parents had cut off my access to the internet the other week, as punishment for doing badly in english literature. I’d told them it was just because my teacher hated me - for some reason she’d always picked on me, ever since I started the class, maybe because I seemed to understand the reading better than she did - and gathered proof that she was marking me badly for no reason, but they’d just laughed cruelly at me. Not that I could have used my computer to contact anyone, without Kylee or Chad I didn’t have any friends.

I decided that instead, I would play Dragon Age Origins. I’d always loved the Dragon Age games, even though I got bullied a lot for being a nerd for liking them. But when I was playing them, it was like I was transported out of my nightmarish life and into the magical world of Thedas, and surrounded by real friends. I decided I’d start a new game, as a human noble. That was always my favourite Origin story.

I was torn between playing a male or female character. I usually played female, and female human nobles were the best because they could marry Alistair and become Queen, which was the most amazing and romantic ending. But on the other hand, maybe I should play a male character for a change. Then I could romance Zevran, because he liked other men, and that would be really hot. I’d never romanced him before, I tried sometimes but then I’d meet Alistair and just fall in love all over again. But before I could make my mind up, but computer suddenly broke down! I gave a cry of despair, today was truly the worst day of my life.

I threw myself down on my bed and fell asleep, sobbing.

When I woke up, something felt different. My bed was really hard and uncomfortable, but not this much, it felt as though I was lying on the floor. And it felt like I was in a much bigger space than my tiny cramped basement bedroom. I opened my eyes and gasped, I really was somewhere else!

I sat up and looked around and realised I was in Castle Cousland! Bryce, Eleanor and Duncan were standing in the Great Hall looking at me. I gasped.

“Who are you? Where did you come from?” Bryce asked.

“I’m Emelerana,” I said. “I come from another world. But I know all about you! You’re Bryce and Eleanor Cousland, and Warden Commander Duncan! And...” I looked around. “Wait a minute!” I gasped. “If Duncan’s here, this must be the night that Howe betrays you!” And maybe that was how I’d ended up here! The betrayal I felt at Chad and Kaylee was so uniquely strong, it had connected me across worlds to the Couslands, who were also about to be devastatingly betrayed!

“Howe wouldn't betray us!” exclaimed Bryce. “I’ve known him too long. He’s my best friend!” I shook my head. “No, his men will attack the castle tonight and kill everyone. Only your child survives.”

Bryce and Eleanor looked at each other. “We can’t possibly believe her,” they said. “But she seems so nice. We must look after her.” They called Ser Gilmore to take me to a guest room. I gasped. He was even more handsome than he was in the game.

“I’m Ser Gilmore,” he said.

“I’m Emelerana,” I said.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Emelerana. If you don’t mind me saying, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed and kissed him. Then, he took me to my room where we got undressed and fell upon each other in a passion. I gasped when he pulled out his throbbing manhood and moaned as he slid it into my channel of love. Then, I felt it bump against something. I gasped again, in surprise, rather than lust this time. My hymen had grown back while traveling between Earth and Thedas! I would be able to give Gilmore my virginity! He thrust in and out of me passionately and I moaned in pleasure, my breasts heaving. This was my first time having sex and I would always remember this moment, not least because Gilmore was incredibly talented. We cried out each other’s names as his manliness exploded into fireworks inside me, making my heart flutter in my own passion. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms happily.

Suddenly, I remembered that Ser Gilmore died in Howe’s attack and burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me.

“I don’t want you to die!” I said. “I don’t want anyone here to die! Howe’s going to kill everyone but no one will believe me!”

“I believe you,” Gilmore said. “I’ll help you tell everyone.”

I kissed him again happily. Then, we went to tell all the castle’s guards that there would be an attack tonight, and to make sure they were ready for it. While Gilmore was talking to some guards, I looked around and realised Lady Landra and her son and lady in waiting were standing nearby. I remembered that you could have sex with her son. (And with her lady in waiting, but I didn’t do that because I’m not a lesbian.)

“Hello,” I said to Dairren. He said hello back.

“Would you like to join me in my room tonight?” I asked.

“Of course!” he said.

We smiled at each other. Then, Elissa arrived. She was so beautiful, I was sure Dairren would choose to sleep with her instead. I turned away sadly.

But then, Dairren yelled, “No!” and glared at her. He put his arm around me. “I can’t believe she tried to get me to sleep with her!” he said to me. “What a bitch!”

Elissa glared at me and instead asked Iona to join her in her room. I grinned smugly back at her. She reminded me of Kylee, and I was really pleased she had to have sex with Iona instead of Dairren.

I was on my way back to my room to wait for Dairren when someone else turned the corner towards me. Oh no! I thought. It was Howe. He pointed a dagger at me.

“How dare you tell everyone of my secret plans!” he yelled. “Nevermind, no one will believe you, and I will kill everyone here!” He laughed cruelly.

“No!” I yelled back, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t let you do that!” I ran away, hearing him cursing after me.

I ran into my room and collapsed on the bed crying. I couldn’t let him kill all these people! I had to do something! Then, I heard a knock on my door and Dairren came in to have sex with me. I was so happy to see him, and excited about losing my virginity to him, before I remembered that in the game, Howe’s soldiers killed him if you had sex with them.

I put my hand on his face. “I’m sorry,” I told him softly. “We can’t do this. You’ll die.”

He gazed at me sadly. “But I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I told him. “But that's why we can never be together.”

I kissed him sadly, knowing it would be the last time I could, before running out into the hall to go and stop Howe.

It was night now, and I could hear screams and fighting everywhere. Howe’s attack must have already started! I ran along corridors, throwing open doors, trying to find the Couslands so I could help them. Then, I found Elissa’s room. I cried out in horror as I looked inside, Elissa and Iona were dead! Howe had already killed them. I clenched my fists. Elissa had been horrible to me, but I had to be compassionate to look past that. I would avenge her death!

I ran on, returning to the Great Hall. Ser Gilmore was in there, lying on the ground, with blood running down his chest.

“No!” I yelled, falling on my knees next to him, remembering our stolen evening of pleasure earlier. “Please don’t die!”

He looked at me. “Emelerana...” he said. “I didn’t think I could go on, but you’ve given me the strength to keep fighting!” He stood up and stabbed another of Howe’s guards. I cheered him on.

“I have to find Bryce and Eleanor,” I told him.

“That will be dangerous,” he told me, “But you’re strong and brave enough that I’m sure you can do it!”

I found Bryce and Eleanor huddled together next to the escape route in the kitchen, but they weren’t alone… Howe was with them too!

He was pointing a sword at them and laughing evilly. “Now I will kill you both! And Castle Cousland will be mine!”

“No!” I yelled, running towards them, feeling so angry and sad.

He turned to sneer at me, but as he did so, something happened. Fire shot out of my outstretched hands, shooting towards him. Now that I was in Thedas, I must be a mage! Howe screamed as it wrapped around him and fell down, dead.

“Thank you Emelerana!” said Bryce, running towards me and hugging me. “You saved our lives!” “We’re so sorry we didn’t believe you earlier,” said Eleanor, also hugging me. “We were so stupid and wrong!”

I hugged them back. “I forgive you,” I told them kindly. “But something terrible has happened… Howe killed Elissa.”

“Oh no!” Eleanor said, crying.

Bryce looked at me sadly. “It’s our fault Elissa died,” he said. “If we had believed you in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened. But… we’ve lost our daughter and you are alone in this world. Perhaps we could adopt you?”

Eleanor gasped. “That would be wonderful!”

“Yes please!” I told them. “My real parents on earth were really horrible to me, I’d much rather you were my parents instead!”

They beamed at me. “Good!” said Bryce. “Then we should go and celebrate you saving our lives, and our castle!”

We went to celebrate in the Great Hall with everyone else, hardly anyone had died in the attack because Ser Gilmore and I had warned everyone in time! I was kissing Gilmore happily when Duncan approached me.

“I saw you kill Howe,” he told me. “I’ve never seen such powerful magic. And I was very impressed with how brave and resourceful you were, saving everyone. I came here looking for a new Grey Warden recruit. And I would like to recruit you.”

I gasped in surprise. “Oh yes,” Gilmore told me. “You’d make an amazing Grey Warden, you should definitely do it! Although it would hurt so much to lose you.” “It would hurt me too,” I told him. “But Duncan is right. Being a Grey Warden is my destiny.”

I sadly hugged my new parents goodbye, but I promised to come back soon. I remember that in the game, Grey Wardens don’t usually go back to their family after getting recruited, but Duncan promised that I could, since he couldn’t bare to take me away from the Couslands forever. Before I left, they gave me Elissa’s mabari as a gift. He was the most beautiful dog I’d ever seen and when he jumped up and licked me, I knew he’d imprinted on me as his new owner!

“He never actually imprinted on Elissa,” Bryce confided to me. “I think he was just waiting for you to come along.”

I smiled and hugged him and Eleanor again, and kissed Ser Gilmore goodbye. Then, I set off with Duncan to be a Grey Warden.

#dragon age #i wrote some fic #(badly)#cousland origin #parental abuse cw #cheating cw #homophobia cw #modern girl in thedas

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Deep Dark ft. Sehun: Part 8. WARNING: There are themes in this series (such as depression) that may trigger unpleasant memories or feelings, please read at your own discretion. I’m posting this now so y’all don’t have to sit any longer without scenarios. ;u;

(♫) All that's left of me is what I pretend to be; so together but so broken up inside.

Another week goes by and you and Sehun are so busy with finishing the project that you have no time to address his confession. It turns out that the both of you overlooked something on the rubric, and had to redo the entire design to fix it. You didn't mind the distraction, though it tired you, since it gave you more time to put his confession off.

You were honestly afraid of bringing it up. What if he changed his mind? What if it was only a joke? What if you were dreaming it? It was the anxiety speaking, but you let yourself believe it for the security of your feelings. He kept to his promise of never talking about it, but that only made you feel worse. How long were you going to keep him waiting for an answer? Should you remind him that you're still thinking about it? But if you did, you'd be lying.

You weren't thinking about it. Liking him meant possible growth in the relationship, and friendship was nice, yeah, but anything more meant commitment. You sucked at taking care of yourself, so how could you possibly want to take care of someone else?

Class was in the morning, and you and Sehun met up beforehand to go over the presentation one last time. "I open, we switch off explanations, then you close, right?" You ask him again, just to make sure you got it down.

"Right." He says, looking distracted. It worried you. You learned he always has something big to say when he's distracted. "Hey, are you busy today?" He asks, looking away from the project.

"You know me." You say in a detached tone. "I'm free."

"Do you want to hang out with me and the S.P.U.B members later? We're supposed to play space chess up on the hill for advertisement." He asks, smiling a little.

"Sure." You agree without really thinking about it. One more distraction to keep you procrastinating on thinking.

"Cool." He says, looking elated. "It'll be nice having someone I trust with me." He admits, putting the project away for class. "I don't think I fit in well with the guys. They're so different from me."

"What about the manager?" You ask him, remembering his insisting argument that the manager would be the real deal. "How are they?"

"She's fine. But I don't talk to her a lot. I have nothing to say." He confesses, closing his bag. You two leave your dorm and arrive moments before the first presentation starts. With a slight feeling of comfort, you know talking in front of the class about something you know about will be less terrifying than talking to Sehun about your feelings, something you know nothing about.

Obviously, you like Sehun as a person (who wouldn't?), but how much of that is blind dependency, and how much of that is true friendship? And is there more to it? There's no way a real friend would look at him, wishing he'd sit a little closer. There's no way a real friend would look at him, wishing he'd dare to brush hands. There's no way a real friend would even think these things, wishing he'd say those sweet things one more time.

And you noticed his change in attitude. You just never put two and two together. You told yourself he seemed more recluse because he was getting tired of working in astronomy. You told yourself he was being overwhelmed with S.P.U.B. You told yourself it had nothing to do with the fact that you ignore his every attempt to flirt with you, which were occurring less and less with his dropping mood.

You pretended it wasn't your fault, yet you knew it was. You were making him feel worse. You made him wait so long, he was probably feeling hopeless. He asked you to think about it, and all you've done is ignore it. Isn't this the same as telling him "no"?

You think of all this during your presentation, your mind not really there so you actually do pretty well. It's the weird thing about you, if you don't pay attention to what you're saying, you can act without worry and be fine. At the end of it, you decide that you'll give him your answer today. You'll figure it all out while you're hanging out with the S.P.U.B members, and tell him afterwards.

It's a plan, you think to yourself in relief, finally proud that you've done something on your own. Hopefully, things will go well, and Sehun and you can return to normal. His feelings will pass, and so will yours.

You had expected Sehun's attitude to go back up once the chess game started, but you were oh so wrong. He was quieter, and because you knew him so well, you knew it wasn't because he was concentrating, though you were sure that's what the three stooges thought it was. They were chatting along like normal, laughing obnoxiously every now and then before making another move. You could tell that Sehun was feeling strange again, because he was tapping his foot on the grass and the chess board with his finger.

"Mind explaining how chess works to me so I'm not completely clueless?" You ask him quietly, hoping to distract him. He blinks up at you in surprise, as if he forgot you were there entirely, before nodding and telling you what each of the pieces mean and their goal. He's able to explain it all before the stooge makes his next move because he's talking so much. "Ahh, it's so complicated." You groan, grabbing your head dramatically. Sehun chuckles, but his smile doesn't quite reach his lips.

"You'll figure it out if you watch us play some more," At that statement, the stooges look at you with interest.

"Are you interested in space chess?" Asks Jongdae, who Sehun stares at uncomfortably for some reason you don't know. "Have you reconsidered about S.P.U.B?" He asks more obviously.

"Nah," You reply easily, not really caring for them or their club. "I'm just here to watch."

"Too bad," Baekhyun clicks his tongue, staring at the board. "You're missing out."

"I'll be the judge of that." You laugh. They're so persistent, it was kind of endearing. "You just go back to your game." Another half hour goes, they switch players, and while Sehun is standing on the sidelines with you, you notice his jaw is clenched really hard. You gape at him nervously, since the last time you saw him like this, he looked on the verge of lashing out.

"Crap! I should have seen that coming!" Junmyeon exclaims, throwing his head back in agony. "How could I have missed it?" He mutters defeatedly at the board.

"Hey, boys," You call, and the three stooges look at you. "Sehun's going to walk me to my dorm now, 'cuz I'm getting bored." You announce, and they all make the cutest pouty faces at you.

"Aw, stay a little longer? Maybe you'll like it when it's your turn." Baekhyun tries, but you're already grabbing Sehun's arm and pulling him away.

"Next time!" You yell over your shoulder, pulling your friend down the hill. The walk from your dorm takes five minutes from here, but judging Sehun's panting state, you don't think you have that kind of leisure time to get there, so you bring him down a side path that leads into a different dorm building. He pulls away from you as you enter, and you follow him as he runs into the closest room, the laundry room, before he collapses to the floor ungracefully.

"Sehun!" You yelp, dropping to his side worriedly, but he silently points at the door, so you close and lock it. "What's going on? Are you fine? You're freaking me out!" You utter, helping him into a sitting position and leaning him against the dryer. He was covering his face the entire time, so you didn't know he was crying until he suddenly sobbed.

"I tried!" He says, dropping his hands. "I tried, I tried so much, Starlight." He hiccups, and with wide eyes you wonder what you're supposed to do. He looks like he's having a panic attack, but you know it'd only make it worse if you touched him. Your consternation keeps you from acting, but it might be what Sehun needs, because he finishes, "It's so hard to pretend."

And, with that last sentence, you realize that you're primary conclusion about Sehun was correct. He's that other type of depression that you never believed in.

Until now.

Stuck in your thoughts, you don't notice that he's reaching for you until his fingers take your wrist, and he pulls you to his side before hiding his face in his knees. "Please don't leave." He says, gripping your wrist as lightly as he can manage through his shaking. "I-- I need you here right now."

"I'm right here," You whisper, making him let go so you can lace your fingers together instead. He squeezes your hand tightly, and you realize that this is the first time you've ever seen Sehun so vulnerable, save for the time he confessed. You know he really has no choice, since it happens on its own, but he wants you here with him, to stay until he's through this episode. "I'm not going anywhere." You promise, and you don't know how much you mean it until you say it.

Well, fuck, you think to yourself. It's really not the time to think about it, but it just comes to you, and now you can't stop thinking it. I like Oh Sehun. I like Oh Sehun. I like Oh Sehun...

Fuck.

It takes Sehun an hour before he's completely calmed down. Without the chamomile tea to make him pass out and a movie to distract him, he was all alone with his thoughts and you. Luckily, no one ever came down to use the room, because you don't know what you would have done had that happened.

Sehun's breathing shallowly, but he's no longer hiccuping and sobbing. His hand is limp in your hold, but strong enough to keep it together. He must feel absolutely exhausted, so you pull him against your shoulder for him to lean on.

"I'm sorry you had to see me freak out like that." He mumbles after a bit of silence. "I'm pathetic."

"You're not." You reply quietly, running your thumb over his knuckles. They're so different from yours; big, deep, and a little rough. "You're not pathetic, Sehun." He makes a laughing noise, just barely.

"I can't even pretend that I'm happy in front of people. How am I not?" He asks weakly.

"I don't think it's normal to feel happy all the time." You tell him how you feel, but you're no psychologist. "You should be yourself. Show people how you're really feeling."

"If I did, this is what they'd see." His lamentation is something you can relate to, and, normally you wouldn't care, but because it's Sehun, you do.

"Sehun," You mutter, squeezing his hand lightly. He seems to become fully aware of the action, sitting up and staring at your laced hands. "I don't mean to turn this on me, but I don't know what else to say to you." You admit, not looking at him. "I'm just like you, but I convinced myself not to care at all." You tell him honestly, turning red from laying yourself bare. You've never told anyone this, not even your family (hell, they'd be the last people). Then, with the overwhelming realization that you don't know how to help him or yourself, you begin to cry. "I don't know how to help. I think not caring at all is even worse than trying to." You whimper, hiding your face.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, but then he tugs your hand, until you wipe your face and look at him. "You are helping." He promises, but you have a hard time believing it. "Starlight, you help me more than you think you do." He says, and you finally turn your head to look him in the eye. "Honestly, since we started working together, I've... I've changed." His eyes glisten as he tries not to cry again. "I didn't use to..." He shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I didn't use to feel excited about waking up in the morning. I would take sleeping pills just to nap for as long as I could to avoid having to live my life.

"But, for some reason, you... you saved me." He murmurs. "It's the most cliché thing I've ever said in my entire life, but dammit, Starlight, you're helping me." He says unsteadily, his lip trembling before he bites it. "And I want to be the same comforting medicine to you." He finishes with a shaky sigh.

"...but you already are." You whisper, looking between his eyes. You aren't going to give him your entire life story right now, but you lean forward slightly, briefly glancing down at his mouth. He blinks in surprise, before hesitantly leaning forward, too, until your lips press together softly. For now, a kiss is all either of you need.

"Does this mean you like me back..?" He murmurs afterwards, wiping each of your faces with his hand.

"What else would it mean, you goof?" You laugh airily, blushing. He laughs, too, and suddenly, all of your past insecurities and worries seem insignificant. Why would you ever stress over them when all you care about is his smile?

"Well..." He mutters disappointedly, and you don't understand why until he says, "We still have tonight's homework to do, and as much as I love getting all mushy with feelings, I think we should go to your dorm and work." It's a valid point, but you can't seem to find to the motivation to do it. He sees this in your face somehow, before chuckling. "Or we can watch a movie and be totally lame."

"Lame sounds nice." You agree, grinning. "Besides, how am I supposed to get to know you if we don't spend more quality time together?" He blushes suddenly, and after that you head to your dorm. It's probably 4:15 PM after a movie, and when you're both sitting on your bed with nothing to do, he motions to his laptop and he shows you his favorite song, and you show him yours, and you lay together all day, late into the night, talking mindlessly, learning more about each other than you ever knew you could about a person.

Being with Sehun was therapeutic, in a way. Neither of you had to worry about putting up a front, impressing the other, yet you were both nervous about it at the same time. He made you want to be better for yourself, and you did the same for him.

When it was almost midnight, Sehun was playing a song he wanted you to hear on his laptop, but neither of you were listening to it. You were laying over his stomach, sleepy from the chamomile tea you made earlier that night and exhausted from the spiral of emotions. You felt his hand resting on your back, unmoving and gentle, spreading a calming warmth.

With hopeful thoughts about the days to come, you fall asleep and dream about alien chess pieces, cuddling, and starlight.

(Continued in FINALE... Deep Dark)

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