#and the crowd went awwww

[fatiguedcoffee]

dan and phil about to fight each other (like literally, boxing)

dan: are you SCARED?

phil: yes! …. scared of my life without you 🥺

[foolishjellyfish]

anyone else out here getting sad and weepy after rlly lovely sweet things happen??

[byuntrash101]

still your biggest fan. – 송민기.

SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend is on the other side of the globe touring. somehow you fear the cheers of the fans will make him forget about you. so you decide to remind him you are still and will always be his biggest fan

or in which you find a novel way to use your lightstick and send the video to your beloved bf.

mingi x f!reader, smut, mdni

tags. etablished relationship, facetime sex, masturbation (f & m), BLACK UNDERCUT MINGI (!!!!!!!!), jealous + slightly possessive reader, but mingi reassures her (awwww), use of (unconventional) toys (wink wonk im insane pls stop me), pet names, multiple orgasms (f), praises, squirting. wc. 2k

a/n. this mingi has me feral and the concert videos got me in a chokehold. and it's only the first date i need help. also shout out to that one video of yungi saying they use the lightstick to "relax" at night. not proofread.

There was one thing that was absolutely certain about Mingi: that man loved attention. That man lived for the roars of the crowd. When he danced, he was electrified by the cheers of the fans. And you knew your boyfriend was made to be on stage. He enjoyed the attention of fans, hence the fact he was constantly body rolling, hip thrusting and tongue poking. He loved to see the thousands of people thirst for him, he loved looking at all the concert videos all over the internet. He laughed and giggled at the tiktok edits, at the twitter threads, at every comment more over the top than the next.

Usually you don’t mind, you even enjoy them too. You like seeing him happy and fulfilled in his job but today maybe you’re a little insecure. He just flew out to start the American leg of the tour and you’re left behind in this bed that seems so empty. You fear somehow the loud cheers will make him forget about you. You don’t want that. You want to remind him. You want to make sure that today when he goes to sleep the last thing he sees is you. 

You looked at the time, your eyes darted to the digital clock on your night stand. At this time he was probably already at the hotel. It was pretty late for you but you wanted to send him a little treat, you knew how Mingi loved when you sent him videos of you playing with yourself and today you might add a little twist. 

You didn’t have much time if you wanted him to see the video before he slept…

***

Mingi was spent, true. But he was still pumped full of adrenaline when he stepped out of the shower with the ends of his raven black hair wet, the longer strands of his undercut dripping down. He didn’t even bother stepping into his pajamas, the AC was off and this part of the world in July was pretty hot. 

He tucked himself in bed, still wide awake. He looked at his phone, a text from you from several hours ago when you went to bed. You were probably sleeping right now. He debated responding, fearing he would wake you. But he pictures you pouting when you’d wake up in a few hours without a response from him and he couldn’t bear to make you feel that way so he typed a quick answer. 

🎀 princess #2: hope the show goes well (ik it will because you gonna kill it cause you the best😌). i lob you. you know that right? dont forget about me ok? <33333333

👸princess minki (real): i could never baby i love you more. hope you have a great day and i miss you baby <3

then for a second the three little dots appeared and Mingi thought he hallucinated it. But then an other text appeared.

🎀 princess #2: i’ll always be your first and your biggest fan

Mingi didn't even have time to reply that he received a video file. He faintly gasped at the thumbnail. It was your legs spread out on his bed. The big play button in the middle of the frame though blocked out the most interesting part and he didn’t even breathe before he played the video.

He continued to hold his breath when he saw you rub your clit throught your white panties. He didn’t know how long you did played with yourself but your panties were completely see through. Your juices were sticking to your folds, the laces barely concealing you anymore. But still, he needed these damn panties out of the way. 

He wanted to see you. His hand found his cock on instinct, immediately palming his hardening bulge. And his prayers were answered. You pushed the panties to the side uncovering the most beautiful sight Mingi had ever layed eyes on. He exhaled a long sigh when long strings of slick connected you to the thin fabric of the underwear. How bad he wanted to be there, to stuff your soaked panties into your mouth while he thrusted his thick fingers into you. How bad he wanted to feel you twitch around him. How bad he wanted to hear his name fall from your quivering lips as he brought you to your peak. He wanted you so bad.

But then you grabbed hold of something, something that emitted light… The lightiny? Mingi’s jaw hung open when he saw you bring the handle to your center, rubbing it through your folds, coating it with your juices before bringing it up to your hard clit playing with a little, prying beautiful muffled sounds out of your mouth. Just to bring the handle down again, you took a firm grip of the rounded part and pushed the handle inside your trembling core. 

“Fuck” Mingi exhaled as he started pumping his balled fist around his now fully hard cock, he kicked the covers off him just to be able to jerk himself off without resistance. 

“Nghhh” you moaned quietly as you bottomed out. “M-Mingi are you watching?” As if you could see him, Mingi nodded vigorously, qmd you gave more purpose to the coming and going of his wrist. “Keep watching me. K-keep- fuck aaaah. Keep looking at me. I’ll make myself cum for you, ok?”

“Fuck yes baby I wanna see it all.” Mingi replied in a strangled breath, his hand going to play with balls, while his other hand held the phone incredibly close to his face. if he could have he would have gone through the screen and right into you. 

You started to slowly bounce on the lightstick. You were obviously already really worked up, your pussy was clenching down on the shiny copper handle and the light was perfectly shining on your hard clit, making it obvious that you were pretty close. Red and swollen, ready to explode. Just how he liked.

So you did. In a few seconds your thighs were trembling and your movement became uneven. You started to squirt small translucent spurts, one then two.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking hot” Mingi breathed and pumped himself faster. 

You took the copper handle out and rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles, squirting more translucent liquid and soaking the sheets. Your center quivering around nothing. You slowed down with a sigh and the video stopped.

Mingi felt like he was going to sink into eternal darkness and despair if he didn’t see more of you right now. His cock was twitching in his strong fist, his cockhead was leaking so much precum he wanted you to see him too. He wanted you to know what you did to him.

So he pressed FaceTime. It rang once, twice then you picked up. You looked disheveled and short of breath. Fuck how fucking beautiful you were. Mingi wanted to kiss you all over this pretty face of yours.

“Why do you torture me?” he said a little more whiny than anticipated. 

He was so cute with wet hair and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. He flipped the camera to show you his swollen cock, hard, red and leaking. You bit you lip at the mouth watering sight.

“I just wanted you to remember me. That's all.” you started, your hand finding your folds once again. “Remind you I will always be your biggest fan”

“Fuck how could I forget about you? Are you insane?” he breathed out, his voice sounded strained, in pain almost. You could only imagine how worked up he was and this urgency in his tone compelled you to find a new angle to the video call. You balanced it on the covers and your wet pussy and the mess you made came into view again.

“Fuckkkk” Mingi sighed again, trying his hardest not to be too loud. San was next door and the last thing he wanted was for him to bring up his little intimate session with you tomorrow at breakfast. “You’ve made such a mess. I usually hate it but God I’d give everything to sleep in the wet spot tonight”. You saw him jerk himself off faster, his thumb spreading the precum all over his tip and dragging it down his shaft. Squeezing the head the bring out even more and repeat it again. 

“Please show me again” he didn’t intend to sound so desperate but it couldn’t be helped because he in fact was that desperate for you. “Please show me how you fuck yourself with the lightiny”

“O-okay” You brought it back and stuffed it inside your clenching little pussy with a sigh, your other hand spreading your lips apart, making sure Mingi had the first raw VIP view of the show. 

“Fuckkkk” he whined again. “You’re so fucking nasty for me, doll”

You chuckled, knowing your little scheme had worked. You knew right now he was only thinking of you. Completely pussy drunk even though he was thousands of miles away.

“I wish it was you inside me right now, Mingming”

“Fuck me too baby” he said strangling his cock tighter, more precum oozing out again. He was close judging by the way he kept on twitching in his own hand. The sight urged you to bounce harder on the handle of the lightstick, your pussy clenching around it, gliding so smoothly in and out of you while your other hand kept on abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Baby I-I’m close” he said, a certain rasp about his voice that was only giving more weight to his words. His fist was frantically moving along his cock, now mainly focussing on his tip, making the poor thing absolutely miserable: all wet and beet red, close to bursting.

“M-me too” you said,  feeling the familiar knot in the pits of your stomach approaching its rupture point. The premise of your orgasm manifested itself in the form of an other small sprut of transparent liquid “Nggghh fuck-” you gasped. “I’m c-cumming again” you whined, rubbing your clit faster, in thighter circles. You ripped the handle out of you and one big squirt came out of your abused little pussy, joining the existing mess in Mingi’s sheets. 

“Oh fuck baby” Mingi couldn’t peel his eyes of the screen. “Fuck baby me- Fuck… Me too” He watched as your thighs became weak and as your pretty little pusy gushed out more and more fluids. You were the hottest thing he’s ever seen. And he couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He let himself go. He abruptly stop stroking himself just to let the first big rope of cum sprout out of his slit and crash over his stomach. You moaned louder at the sight. He kept on stroking again, milking more delicious cum out of his twitching red cock, completely repainting his stomach with thick and white cum, grunting as his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards until it all stopped.

When he had caught his breath he approached the phone to show his stomach and scooped some of his spillage between his fingers. 

“Look what you did to me? Just cause you got a little jealous of the fans?” he chuckled.

“I did that?” you said appalled, “No you did that! Stop making me jealous and it won't happen again” He flipped the camera again and you couldn't help but to smile mindlessly at the screen. He was a complete wreck, sharp eyes half lidded, bottom lip swollen and red from being bitten and strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. This haircut made him ridiculously hot. A mischievous smirk pulled at his full lips.

“Or…” he trailed off. “I don't this stop and you make me dirty sexy videos after every show”

“Yeah” you said, sarcasm tinting your voice. “Let's see you do that! We’ll see how it goes when you came back” you challenged him. Your smile sent shivers down Mingi’s spine. He loved you but you definitely could be scary sometimes.

“You know what, I changed my mind. I'll just behave and you can reward me when I get home.”

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SYNOPSIS. mingi has a small favor to ask you real quick.

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[sunrizef1]

So High School

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: This is what the poll was for lol

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yourusername

📍Miami, Florida

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yourusername Miami, you absolutely rocked tonight!!! Thank you so much, ILY 🤟 💜🖤

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user1 🤟

user2 I WANNA GET HIM BACK

user3 I WANNA MAKE MAKE HIM RLY JEALOUS

user4 WANNA MAKE HIM FEEL BAD

user5 queen

user6 💜🖤

user7 THE SHOW WAS SO GOOD

user8 it was so fun 😭

user9 my fav

user10 I was in that crowd 🤭

user11 my favourite girl

user12 💜💜💜

user13 she's so pretty 😍

user14 Miami vibes

user15 y'all see that a couple of those f1 drivers were there

user16 which ones???

user15 uhh idk their names but it was the American one and his little friend

user17 Logan and Oscar?! 😭

user18 ahhhh she's so good 🥴

user19 I didn't get to go 😢

sabrinacarpenter it was so good!! 💜

yourusername thank you sab! 🫶

user20 I had so much fun

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yourusername

It was so cool to meet you!

Sucked to miss you guys after the show

I'll have to keep up with y'alls races from now on

logansargeant

think we mightve left too soon 😅

we got out fast

Assumed you wouldn't want to talk after the show 😅

yourusername

I would've stayed for y'all haha

I love f1, I was really excited when I got told you guys had tickets

logansargeant

damn now I feel bad 😬

yourusername

Its fine, really!

logansargeant

Let me make it up to you

I'll get you paddock passes

For whatever weekend you're free

yourusername

you don't have to 😅

I'll be okay

logansargeant

I'd love to talk to you again

take the invite

For me 😁

yourusername

Fine 😙

I'll check my schedule and text you 😊

logansargeant

can't wait 🤙

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logansargeant

Where'd you gooooo

yourusername

They're giving me team merch lol

logansargeant

Oscar wants to re-meet you

yourusername

I'll be back in a sec

logansargeant

You better be 🙄

yourusername

You're so dramatic 😒

logansargeant

Rude 😔

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📍London, United Kingdom

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yourusername I ❤️ London

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user21 how was the race, queen?

yourusername it was great, double Williams points 🫶💙

user22 she's so cute

user23 WHOS THAT MAN

user24 logie bear???

user25 I know Williams blue converse when I see them

user26 the fit ate

user27 queen 👑

user28 the Aristotle quote lmao???

user29 you know I love a London boy

user30 I don't think that's Logan

user31 delusion manifests itself in a lot of different ways

user32 💙🩵💙

user33 I <3 Logan sargeant

user34 wait who is that

user35 Logan sargeant

user34 and who tf is that

user36 an f1 driver, he went to her concert and she went to his race this weekend

user34 yeahhh I still dk what f1 is but thanks anyway 🫶

user35 I love them so much

user36 Logan crumbs

user37 how did the only two Americans find each other in the very un-american environment lmao

user38 didn't expect to see Aristotle when I swiped

user39 Logan and Oscar liked

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🎵 so high school - Y/N L/N

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yourusername I feel so high school every time I look at you

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user40 AHHHHHHHH

user41 I love them so much

user42 OH MY GOD HEY LOGAN

user43 lowk Logan jumpscare at the end there

user44 who tf is that blond man

user44 awwww I love him

user45 songs so cute 😭

landonorris WAIT I KNOW HIM

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user46 no ones ever had me… not like you 🥹🫶

user47 my favourite couple

alexalbon thats my teammate ☝️

yourusername hi Alex. How's lily 🫶

lilymhe im great! 😊 hi y/n, I miss you!

yourusername I miss u 2 lils 💙

user48 I need more Williams x y/n content

user49 royal couple

danielricciardo 🦅🦅🦅

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user50 IM BETTING ON ALL THREE FOR US TWOOOOO

logansargeant marry, kiss, kill?

yourusername all three

user51 YEAHHHHHH MARRIAGE

user52 I've been so used to the European-ness of formula 1 that this, v American, relationship is so jarring

user53 I want that hat

user54 the one post dedicated to her American boy, she wears a Canada hat 🤷‍♀️

oscarpiastri good 4 u

yourusername is this a reference 🤔

oscarpiastri lmao, yes

oscarpiastri genuinely congrats, though 🫶

yourusername thank you Oscar 🫶

user55 I love the drivers in the comments

logansargeant love you 💜😁

yourusername love you too lo 🩵😊

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@casperlikej @evie-119

[rocknrolldecadence]

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on top

you always seem to be beneath izzy, in every aspect. you decide to change that.

warnings: smut buts its minimal, axl being annoying as per usual

a/n: my first fic guys… enjoy!!

it had always been like this. he was up on stage, you watching below, engulfed by the crowd. him, tuning his guitar and you carefully listening to the chords. him, up on the bed with you on knees in front of him. he was always above you. always.

guns n roses had another show tonight, and of course you were there. you had to be - you were the rhythm guitarist’s, izzy stradlin, girlfriend. you were friends with the rest of the band too, so staying home just wasn’t an option.

pressed up against the stage, the Whisky A Go Go seemed more alive tonight than ever. maybe it was the drinks you’d had during soundcheck, but something felt different. you felt different.

you stared up at your boyfriend, playing along to ‘my michelle’, a favourite of yours off their album. izzy’s fingers graced the strings of his guitar methodically, plucking them with both elegance and vigour. this was better than any playgirl magazine or calvin klein ad. wayyyyyy better.

you looked up and locked eyes with izzy, his black hair almost covering his eyes. he winked, and you felt like you’d hit with cupid’s arrow. he was just like that, ever since you had met him. a total flirt, but in the best way possible. a girl behind you mistakenly thought the wink was for her and screamed. you laughed. izzy looked away, looking at the the crowd in front of him. being at the side of the stage was always what you preferred. you got to be closer to him.

soon enough, the synth that opens ‘paradise city’ started, signalling the end of the gig. you shouted the lyrics along with the rest of the crowd, absorbing the energy. izzy glanced over at you as axl sang ‘and the girls are pretty’, and you blew him a kiss. he smiled and carried on with the playing. he was oblivious to what you were planning.

you loved your boyfriend, but you were tired of the power dynamic you had going on, the always-on-top thing izzy had. so when you finally went backstage, you set your plan into motion.

you found izzy in a dressing room along with the boys, chatting about how the show had went. you sat beside him, and he kissed you almost immediately. of course, you kissed back, ignoring axl's complaints of “get a room!” and steven’s giggles til you were done.“how did you find the show?” duff asked you. you two had been close since izzy introduced you to the band. laughing, you replied “nah it was shit. do better.” duff feigned hurt, clutching his palm to his chest.

“kidding, kidding. it was really good. i was right up at the edge of the stage, so i got to see all the action.” you giggled.

izzy grinned. knowing you enjoyed a gig always gave him an ego boost. maybe a hard-on too. he swung an arm around your neck, and you sunk into the embrace despite its casual nature. it felt good. natural. your bodies fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

as the conversion progressed, there was no doubt the five men were high. they increasingly got more chatty, and the more chatty they were, the more giddy. so you decided it was time to leave.

“cmon izzy. let’s go.”

“awwww do we have to? i’m having fun here. you are too.”

“i am. but let’s go.”

your boyfriend reluctantly got up and held your hand. the boys protested, but it was late. you wanted to get home. so you could continue with the plan.

you got in the car, with izzy following. turning the key in the ignition, you sped away. phase two had begun.

“babe, is something wrong?” izzy questioned. his concern made you swoon, but you stayed focused. you wanted to make this work. you had to. you needed to teach this man a lesson.

you shook your head, but izzy wasn’t satisfied. the annoyance of being pulled away from his friends was getting to him. “cmon, tell me. this is no fair.” he groaned. you chuckled at his out of character complaints. izzy was normally a lot more cool than this. evidently, you weren’t the only one worked up.

you sighed, trying to figure out how to word this to your boyfriend. “just wanna…” you started. izzy gave you a curious glance. “wanna… try something. tonight.”

he smirked, the innuendo not lost on him despite how high he was. little did he know what you had in store for him.

“like what?”

“you’ll see.”

“just tell me.”

“be patient!”

izzy fell silent, too tired to argue back any further. you let out a sigh of relief in your head. this had to be a surprise. otherwise, he’d never learn.

soon enough, you pulled up to your shared apartment. and as soon as you were inside the doors, you kissed izzy like you never would again. the fervour caught him off guard, snapping him out of his tiredness. of course, you’d had a similar amount of passion many times before, but he could sense this was different. whatever it was, he liked it. he wanted more.

you pushed him up against a wall and continued the attack. this elicited a string of moans and groans from your boyfriend, ones you never would’ve imagined hearing before. izzy stradlin, making noises like this? izzy stradlin, being submissive? this was new. and you welcomed it.

“you like that, huh?”

“oh shut up.”

this was all the confirmation you needed - you had him wrapped around your finger.

things escalated, and pretty soon the two of you had retreated to your bedroom. you pushed your boyfriend onto the bed with a demanding force. izzy knew he was in for something good. he just had to go along with your wishes; and that he would do.

before he had even taken off his jeans yet, you could see izzy’s boner through his jeans.

“someone’s excited.”

“how could i not be?”

“i didn’t think you’d be so… accepting of this.”

“it’s new. it’s hot. i like it.”

now that got you going. you both undressed quickly, and before long, you were sinking onto izzy’s dick. you both moaned. it was basically routine at this point, but this time round? things were different. you were in control.

cowgirl wasn’t a position you’d tried before, but fuck did you love it. finally being on top of the man who was always on top you. the mix of shock and desire on his face. the power you had. it was perfect.

the roll of your hips finally sent both you and izzy over the edge, and you fell down beside him. you were warm. it felt good. different. the dark night made it hard to see, but you could just about make out the quick rise and fall of izzy’s chest. “did i go too hard?” you asked. you were scared that the newfound control had boosted your ego a bit too high.

“nah. it was… good,” izzy confessed. “reallyyy good.”

this wasn’t expected. izzy always had the power in the bedroom, so you didn’t know how he’d react to the change. he revelled in it, and so did you.

“that so?”

“what?”

“i really didn’t expect you to like that. you just… took it.”

“i mean, i told you i thought it was hot.”

you just chuckled.

“how long are you gonna tease me for?” izzy sighed.

“a while.”

[smolwritingchick]

She Is The Cause Of My Euphoria

Author's Note: Old but cute one shot from my documents as I'm going through it all. I saved so much info on brainstorms and ideas, it's overwhelming lol. This is to hold you as I edit Bangtan Gal! :) also did they get rid of line break? Jeesh things changed on here. I'm readjusting.

Oneshot Summary: Jennie (OC) gets a surprise while watching her boyfriend on stage performing Euphoria. (Jungkook x OC fluff)

Words: 600+

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The Love Yourself tour has been a success so far as they were now here in the States, where Jen was the most excited. The concert was underway in Fort Worth and she chose this day to DJ for the concert.

She sat at the booth, getting a front-row seat to the members performing unless she had to perform or go change. Currently, she was seated, watching Jungkook perform Euphoria. She couldn’t figure out why but he just looked happier than usual tonight as he danced in that white outfit of his. He looked like a prince tonight.

Her prince.

Every time she watched him perform, she was in awe at how stable his vocals were while dancing.

‘I love this man, so much…’ she happily thought.

The fancams were surely enjoying Jen’s bright smile as she watched him, being the proud girlfriend that she was. ARMY gushed over how cute she looked tonight as they found her adorable reactions to his performance very relatable.

Being in a playful mood, she decided to use Snapchat and film him performing with a funny filter around him to get back at him for pranking her earlier.

With Jungkook, since the song started, he had begun to constantly glance over to where she was seated. Every time he sang this song, he thought of her. All that they have been through and how happy she made him. Despite everything that happened with the dating scandal during their last comeback, things were going to be all right. With her on his mind, he decided to switch up the lyrics for the chorus.

Take my hands now

Jen is the cause of my euphoria

It took nearly seconds for ARMY to confirm what he had just said to begin screaming as a smile came across his face. Meanwhile, Jen’s stomach dropped as soon as she heard her name and she quickly looked up to make sure she heard him correctly.

Take my hands now

She is the cause of my euphoria

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down, struggling to keep that smile off her face.

Was this planned? Got her over here all in her feelings. Fansites were having a field day filming her looking a bit shy and giddy at his lyrics.

Close the door now

When I’m with her, I’m in utopia

‘This guy…’ she thought as she let out a giggle.

As the song went on, she looked down at her phone to check out the photos she had taken of him so far. But then she heard the crowd’s screams get louder than usual for his performance. Confused, she sets her phone down and looks up to see what the commotion is. And then she saw that Jungkook was walking towards her.

Wide-eyed, she was curious and a bit nervous about what he was about to do. First, it was the lyrics change, now what did he have planned?

As soon as he approached her, he smiled lovingly and gently held her hands as she stood up. He then began to sing to her instead and her face was on fire from his sudden actions.

jeogi meolliseo badaga deullyeo

kkumeul geonneoseo supul neomeoro

“Jungkook…” she laughed softly as tears developed in her eyes. “Oh my gosh…”

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

Once he hit his angelic high note while gazing right at her, it brought her to tears. A chorus of awwwws was heard from ARMY when they noticed that she was crying. After wiping her tears with his thumb, he placed one of her hands over his heart while he resumed serenading her.

And I love you

You are the cause of my euphoria

He never ceased to make her feel so special, even in front of ARMY after they went public.

When I’m with you, I’m in utopia

After singing the last note, he couldn’t help himself as he gently lifted her chin, leaning down to kiss her softly. Drowning out those thunderous screams from the crowd, all that he focused on was her as the lights went out.

[cherubguts0]

Red Rover - Fem!koga x reader

Word count: 4.6k

She couldn’t stand how everyone kept touching you, kept undressing you with their eyes. You were hers, and she’d make sure you knew that

I apologize for any mis-characterization or spelling errors! I did proof read this but I’m not perfect :3c

“Don’t be like that. If somethings bothering you I need to know before you hit that stage.” You took your attention off Adonis to glare at the grey haired girl, not enjoying the back talk you received from her. “…my bras too tight…” she lied, it was technically fine, but she couldn’t stand how much attention you were giving Adonis. “Awwww poor puppy, let onee-san fix it for you” rei was quick to tease again, making a grabbing motion with her hands as she got closer to her underclassmen. “G-get away from me!” Koga yelped out, backing away as the other got closer. A small laugh leaving your lips as you finished up adjusting Adonis top. “Everything good? I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I?” You ask sweetly, Adonis quickly shifting her gaze from your slightly exposed chest to your face “it’s all good, thank you producer”

“Y/n saaannnn, what about me? My tits need examining toooo” Kaoru whined out, pouting as she pushed her chest together to give herself more cleavage. “Your tits are fine hakaze-san.” You said, though you still went over to her, smacking her hands off her chest and double checking to make sure her bralette was secure. “Rei, Koga, you two good now?” You asked as you set your tape back into your sewing kit. “Mhm, stage ready” rei replied for the both of them, Koga pouting beside her. “Alright, let’s get you guys back stage”

As you made your way back stage, kaoru walked beside you. “Touch my ass one more time, I dare you” you scolded, glaring at kaoru who had her hand rested on your bottom “so mean, you get to play with our suekkos chest but I can’t hold your butt for good luck” you rolled your eyes at her comment, “I was fixing her bra, freak” you snapped back, thankful Adonis was too busy chatting with rei to really listen in on your conversation right now.

“They said get your hand off their ass.” Koga grumbled out, glaring intently at her senpai. “Oh ho, didn’t know you were y/n’s person guard doggy” as much as she teased, she did remove her hand from your bottom. “All of you are such a handful today” you complained, finally making it back stage, being greeted by the members of fine. “AMAZING!” Watarus voice boomed over her fellow members, bringing their attention to their fellow unit. “I see you four hyped up the crowd for us” rei commented, the crowd being loud enough to heard back stage, screaming and cheering for undead to come on. “Mhm, break a leg out there you four” eichi wished, turning her attention to you as the undead girls double checked their mics. “That’s quite the outfit you got on”

“Why thank you, matching brings good performances” you replied, a soft smile on your face as the members of fine checked out your outfit. “Oh how marvelous, a true sign of devotion, it brings me to tears” wataru was quite dramatic, but you found it charming. Koga couldn’t stand the attention you were getting, watching as each girl took their time looking over your outfit, but then again, she had encouraged you last night to wear a matching outfit with them, so it was really her own fault everyone had their eyes on you. Tori was the worst of the four, having the perfect hight to look at your curves and thighs with out being immediately called out for being a pervert. “You have a tear in your tights.” The short pinkette blantently said pointing out the small run in your tight just above your knee, causing you to sigh as you looked where tori was. “I just bought these too” you complained, the silver haired girls attention was pulled away from you as rei grabbed her, the group shouting for you as they shuffled closer to the stage.

“Have fun you four!” You called out as you made your way closer to the edge of the stage, listening as the crowd erupted into screams as the stars of the show appeared on stage. You watched form the side stage, humming along to the songs they played. “You really do care for them” eichis sudden comment made you jump, having thought she went back to her dressing room. “I do, I’m happy I’m their producer” your voice was sweet when talking about your girls, eyes still glued specifically to the wolf girl who performed with her whole heart, you were a little embarrassed to admit it, but you were upset Koga hadn’t said anything about your outfit, wearing it just so you could have her attention. Eichi didn’t say much after that, a few moments passing before you felt her lean against you. “Hmm? Are you alright?” You tuned your attention towards her, helping her stand up as she checked her smart watch. Just in that moment, Koga took a moment to look over like she always does, seeing you in the wings always gave her an energy spike, however this time, that energy spike came with a side bitter jealousy seeing eichi lean against you, within that moment she realized she was done with everyone being so touchy with you. She wanted to claim you as hers, already forming a plan to do so as she looked back at the crowd. “Could you…help me back” Eichi could barely finish her words. “Of course, let’s go”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t see you guys finish your show” you apologized once you made it back to the fitting room, everyone except for Koga- who was sat on the couch on her phone- in the midst of changing into their regular day clothes. “It’s alright, is tenshouin-Senpai okay?” Adonis asked, slipping her tee shirt over her head. “She is, the rest of fine is taking care of her” you said, handing rei the make up removing balm out of your kit when you saw her searching for it. Koga could only focus on your voice as you chatted with the other members, annoyed that your attention was on them. Re-reading over the text hakaze-senpai had sent ‘I just put it in your bag, srry for keeping it so long ;3’

You said your goodbyes to each girl as they made their way out, soon enough leaving just you and the silverette alone, the girl having finally changed as you cleaned up your work station. “Finally got changed huh?” You said nonchalantly as you felt a presence behind you. Koga didn’t say anything, just watching you clean up. “You alright? You’ve been acting weird all day” you asked genuinely, glancing up at the mirror for a moment before looking back at the lip liners in your hand, organizing them into your make up kit. “You look like a slut.” Koga spat, glaring at you. You were in shock, “excuse me?!” You asked, looking back up into the mirror at the girl. “Did I stutter? You look like a slut.” Koga said once again, you set everything in your hands down and turned to face her. “You’re one to talk, going out there in an even sluttier outfit than I” you honestly could not believe her right now, how could she say this when SHE was the one to suggest you dress in this outfit?! “Shut up.”

“Fuck no?! Who the hell do you-“ your words were cut off by Koga grabbing your cheeks “I said shut up!” Your eyes widened, freezing up from her rough treatment. “I’m sick and fucking tried if everyone touching you and undressing you with their eyes. Even worse you just let them, slut.” Pushing her knee between your thighs as she spit venom at you, you quickly noticed that Koga wasn’t entirely dressed, only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black boy short panties. You breathing slowly started to steady from the adrenaline spike, holding back a whine as her knee pressed against your crotch, a snicker coming from the second year “look at you, a little man handling and you’re like putty” your face heated as her face came closer to yours “I’m going to claim you as mine.” Is all she said, loosening her grip on your cheeks before pressing your lips together, you whined softly from such a simple action. One of your hands gripping the wrist of the hand that held your cheeks, feeling her tongue press against the seam of your lips, letting her in and take over your mouth with a soft moan as she moved her leg against your core, her free hand holding your waist, forcing you to move your hips against her thigh.

You felt like you were melting, never had you had someone make you feel like this, feel so trapped and hopeless, so submissive. A pitiful whine left your lips as the grey haired girl pulled away from the kiss, a smirk plastered on her face as she saw the state you were in. Mindlessly grinding against her thigh with the dumbest, most helpless look on your pinkening face. Her hands letting go of your face and hip, moving to your top and fully tearing it open to get a good look at the bra you chose. It was simple in retrospect, a black bralette with some lace trim at the top, but it enhanced your outfit perfectly. “So pretty” Koga praised, bringing her mouth down to your jaw and neck, leaving soft kisses at first that quickly turned into hickeys and cruel bites that left you gripping at her hair. She was serious about making you hers, marking your neck to the point where not even a turtle neck could help.

You should stop her from marking you up like this, knowing you could to get in trouble or worse, in to a scandal for the marks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her. You loved the way her teeth sunk into your skin, the way her lips suctioned to you and left dark bruises, even move you loved the way her tongue licked over each mark. The licking somehow felt so much better than anything else, leaving you whimpering after each stripe. The second years hands reached behind you to un-clasp your bra, moving her face from your neck to remove your white dress shirt and bra. Kogas eyes made you feel small, golden irises shamelessly checking out your rack while callused fingers came up and cupped the soft flesh, massaging them as she spoke. “Such a pretty girl” the praise made your head spin, eyes glued to Koga as her head went back down to leave more hickeys and bite marks along your chest, the pads of her fingers playing with ur budding nipples.

Your back arched as a soft moan left your lips, Kogas tongue swiping against one of your nipples before her mouth wrapped around it. Her fingers twisting and playing with the other as her tongue started to flick and play with the one in her mouth, her eyes staring directly into yours. You could feel your cunt soaking your panties, her knee having now pinned your hips to the table. Biting around your nipple before switching her attention to the other, Koga reeling in the pathetic little scream you let out. It truly amazed her how someone who came off so dominate could come so undone like this. Biting around your other nipple before pulling away, Koga took one last good look at your front side before turning you back to face the mirror, Finding it amusing watching you stumble around in your heels.

“Look at you, so pretty covered in my marks.” Koga praised, your own eyes scanning over your abused neck and chest. You did look really pretty like this, falling in love with each and every mark left by the wolf girl. Your back lowering as Koga placed her hand on it, silently instructing you to bend over the table so she could get a good look at your ass. You skirt moving up to show the tops of the back of your thighs along with a rip right in the middle of your thighs, a sadist laugh leaving the grey haired girls lips as she pulled your skirt up to reveal the scandalous black panties you wore. “No wonder that pink haired brat couldn’t stop looking up your skirt, I bet you liked the attention today huh? All the compliments and praise.” A yelp came form you as you felt the girls hand come crashing down on your ass. “Unlike everyone else I’m not gonna praise you, you’re dressed like a whore, practically begging for someone to take advantage of you.” As soon as you tried to put your head down, Koga gripped your hair and pulled it back up, making you look at yourself, her other hand rubbing over where she just spanked. “Keep your head up.” She said, removing her hand from your hair and digging her fingers into your tights, ripping them open with ease. “Hey!” You complained, but quickly shut up when you felt Koga smack your ass again, this time much harder. “Don’t fucking talk back to me. Whores like you don’t get a say in what happens to them” her fingers gently ran over the back of your thighs, inching them closer and closer to where you desperately needed them “y’know I can see how wet you are right now? you have the biggest wet spot right here.” You couldn’t control the noise that came from your lips as Koga pressed two of her fingers against your soaked cunt, massaging the area just to hear more noises leave your lips. “You want me to fuck you huh?” Koga asked, a tch coming from her when you just nodded, removing her fingers “words.”

“Please! Yes god please Koga-san” you begged, the grey haired girl enjoying how needy and desperate your voice was “atta girl” you let out a pleased sigh as your panties were moved to the side, your folds being spread to reveal an absolutely soaked core that was desperate to be touched. Whines leaving your lips as Koga finally ran her fingers between your folds, collecting the slick that formed there before moving her finger tips to your clit. Your moans like music to her as she massaged your clit, leaning over you and leaving wet kisses all over your shoulder “such a pretty voice” she praised before biting your shoulder, her calloused fingers leaving your clit. You watched in the mirror as Koga pulled off your back and pushed her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, sucking the wetness off her fingers as well as lubing them up before wasting no time and pushing both of them in.

“Ooh!” You gasped, your body shuddering as it was finally filled with something. “You’re already squeezing around my fingers, like a dumb bitch in heat” you couldn’t help but moan as Koga started thrusting her fingers, her pace as rough as her words. “Youre mine, aren’t you y/n?” The second year asked as she grabbed ahold your face again, her lips encasing yours before you could respond. Not that you needed too, the desperation transparent in the way you made out with Koga, letting her take control and dominance over your mouth, mind, and body. Letting out a desperate moan into the kiss as you felt Koga add a third finger into you “you take my fingers so well” Koga said against your lips “I bet you let every girl finger you like this. Slut.” The switch from praise to degrading made your head spin, whiny, breathy moans leaving your lips as Koga finger fucked you, her skilled fingers making quick work to stretch you out.

A disgusting whine left your lips as she roughly pulled her fingers out, “stay put. I need to grab something” you listened to Koga as she removed herself from you, making her way to her bag to grab two very important items. As Koga grabbed her items, you took a moment to just breath, your cunt burning with need. You’d had hook ups with the older girls of undead, as well as a few girls from the other groups, but non of them compared to how Koga was treating you. You were used to being more dominant, -only ever really submitting to rei- used to bossing your partner around in bed and telling them how to please you. However your dominate side had disappeared the second Koga grabbed your jaw, just thinking about what she could be grabbing right now and how she could use it on you made you drip and soil your ripped tights. “So pathetic, dripping with out me touching you.” Kogas voice startled you, you could see her holding a bottle of lube in the mirror, watching as she popped the cap open on pored some of the contents onto her palm before making a stroking motion on something just out of your sight. It took her pressing the toy against your entrance to realize what Koga had on. “W-wait! Mngghh~” your protest were cut off by a moan as the second year pushed the toy into you, your insides molding to the odd shape of the strap, your hands turning into fist against the table.

Koga watched as your cunt took the entirety of her wolf cock, spreading your cheek just to get a better look “fuck does that look good, I should thank Hakaze-senpai for giving this back today” you whined, feeling embarrassed knowing Kogas eyes were staring down your cock hungry cunt, “w-what is that?!” You asked, your brain already to fried to tell what kind of fantasy toy she had in you. “Hmm? It’s what a bitch in heat like you needs” Koga bent over you as she spoke, her hips flush with yours “A big wolf cock to soothe your needy cunt” a strangled moan left your lips as you felt Koga pull out, one arm wrapping around your waist while she thrust back in, her pace slow at first, letting you get used to the shape and feel of the toy, before speeding up and becoming rougher when your moans became bratty and needy.

Part of you was worried someone would hear you two going at it, after all Koga had an image to keep, but the other part didn’t really care, the other part wanting people to know she’d finally claimed you as hers, you youreself were quite sick and tired of how fans and even fellow staff looked at her, sick of the comments they made towards her that she usually didn’t pick up on, but you did. Oh how you hoped they could hear you now. You’d wanted to be hers since you laid eyes on her upon first meeting the undead girls, loving how excited she was to be on stage and the energy she gave each and Everytime. That energy still there even after a show as she fucks your guts in the dressing room. You didn’t even notice you were drooling until Koga pointed it out with a laugh, a whine leaving your lips as Koga stopped for a moment to pull off her shirt, your eyes shamelessly glued to her plump C-cup chest and pierced nipples as she groaned about it being hot, throwing her shirt to the side before going back to her relentless pace.

“You have no shame huh?” She asked as she got back into her original position, her boobs pressed against your back as she teased you, her hand going back to your clit. “I-I ca-ah-nt help it!” You admitted, feeling your orgasm build up from Kogas treatment on your cunt. “Slut.” Koga spat, sucking new hickeys on to your shoulder, throughly enjoying marking you up, having craved doing this for months, her cunt aching from the sweet noises your made. Your pussy felt like it was on fire, your orgasm creeping up on you, unable to form words before the knot snapped, cumming all over the pretty wolf girls cock with a loud, strained moan.

Koga just laughed, helping your ride out your orgasm “good girl, cum all over my cock like a good bitch” your thighs shook as the waves of pleasure rolled over you, the grey haired girls thrust slowing and stopping as you finished, gently grinding the toy inside of you as you both panted. “You still have energy to help me out?” Koga asked genuinely, her voice much softer and kinder than before, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek when you nodded. “I’m gonna pull out now, get on your knees” you whined as Koga removed herself from your back and pulled out, her wolf toy coated in a layer of shininess from your cum and slick. The sight of it making Koga whimper softly, taking her fingers and running them along the side of her strap, sucking the mess collected before un-buckling her harness and pulling it off along with her now soaked boy shorts.

You watched from the floor as she sat in the chair rei sat in when she was getting her hair done, Koga spreading her legs and running her fingers through her cunt before putting them in front of your face. You were more than happy to lick up the slick collected on her fingers, eyes glued to Kogas as you sucked her fingers clean, spit connecting your mouth to her fingers together once she pulled them out. “Good girl” Koga praised, her face stained a soft pink as she watched you move closer to her grey coated cunt. Your hands spreading her folds, taking a good look at her cunt that was absolutely drenched, her clit all swollen and erect, desperate for attention. Your tongue delved into her soaked core, licking a stripe up from the bottom of her cunt to around her clit, circling it once before going back down in a zig-zag motion, listening to the soft sounds that came from the girl above you. Your eyes glued to her stunning yellows as you ate her out, not wanting to miss the pleasured expressions on her face. Kogas hands gripping your hair as your lips latched around her erect clit, sucking on it “a-Aah~ goood girl~ good good girl” Koga moaned out, her legs twitching, almost closing around your head.

You truly believe that the heavens themselves blessed Kogas vocal cords, the way she sounded like an Angel both on and off stage made you feel light headed, wanting to coax more of those sweet sounds outta her you swirled your tongue around her clit, your suction around her clit getting a little more intense. It was now Kogas turn to moan like a slut, throwing her head back as she let out a plethora of moans and whines, your tongue making her thighs shake as she squeezed them around your head, using your hands to keep them there as you continued your assault on her soaked cunt, taking a break from her clit to run your tongue through her folds and push it into her heated core, thrusting it a handful of times before going back to sucking on her clit. The second you went back to her clit Koga let out a noise similar to that of a puppy yelp, cumming all over your lips and chin, you were quick to run your tongue through her folds again to collect all the slick, cleaning her up until she pushed your head away from her cunt.

You looked back up at her, your lips and chin soaked, hair a mess. Koga was panting, her face hot and sweaty, a soft smile coming over your face, leaving a soft kiss on Kogas thigh before getting into her lap, kissing her softly. The silver haired girls arms wrapping around your waist as you two exchanged the softest kiss yet. You were the first to pull away, covering her face and jaw in soft kisses, slowly moving down to her chest, leaving a calculated hickey on her right boob.“I wanted us to match” you say softly once you pull off her boob, taking your hand and pushing her bangs back. Koga just hummed, a soft, content look on her face as you rested your head on her shoulder, her arms holding you protectively.

“Y’know… I don’t really think you’re a slut” Koga said softly, breaking the silence that had fell over the two of you for a few moments “your outfit today was really pretty” she finished, her angry dommy persona long gone. You just giggled “I know, I think it’s cute when your jealous” you said, tracing soft shapes on to her collar, “maybe I should wear an outfit like that again” Koga groaned “I don’t think I could handle that”

“Who said I was gonna wear it in front of the girls?” You asked, picking your head up, looking at Koga face to face “I was thinking about wearing something similar just for you” you got closer to her face, lips inches apart “maybe, if you’re lucky I’ll wear much less than I wore today” Koga smirked “as long as it’s just for me” she said, pressing your lips together for another kiss. Already wanting to hurry up and take you home.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the break of dawn - Pt7

<Pt6

(TWST zombie apocalypse au for all your crack-fic needs)

Yuu winced internally as the radio tower came into view. And not for the same reason Ace and Deuce tensed, he barely even cast the zombies crowding at the window a second glance at first, too busy mulling over his options.

The zombies paused where they were scratching at the window (one day, Grim would figure out how locks work, but Yuu wasn’t about to teach him), before turning and looking at them. One waved and smiled at Yuu. Then, they all scattered.

“That’s creepy, man,” Ace said, looking down at Grim in disapproval for some reason.

Well, Yuu supposed, it was correct that Grim shared a consciousness with the other zombies, so whatever the other zombies did when they saw Yuu was an extension of Grim’s own feelings towards Yuu.

Awwww, his adorable little eldritch deity wanted to keep him safe.

“Stop smiling, you’re encouraging it,” Ace hissed.

“I’m encouraging him,” Yuu said flatly.

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not what you should have focused on there. And I was talking about encouraging his behavior, so ‘it’ is correct.”

Oh, that makes more sense. Ace was usually pretty good about pronouns, as weird as that might be. Yuu had argued that assuming the gender of the people he killed was a lesser evil than actually killing them, but Ace had sniffed and called it ‘needlessly disrespectful’.

Yuu did not understand his friend in the slightest.

Regardless, Yuu continued on to press a kiss onto Grim’s furry little head. “It benefits you, doesn’t it? Leave him alone, he’s done nothing wrong, ever.”

Ace looked like he strongly disagreed. For shame. You get threatened one time on seventeen different occasions and suddenly you start to be prejudiced against zombies. People are so fickle and quick to judge these days.

“You guys’ attachment is probably unhealthy…” Deuce piped up.

Grim narrowed his eyes at him, baring his teeth.

This, probably, didn’t disprove what Deuce had said, but it wasn’t necessary, because Deuce was quick to lift his hands in surrender. Everyone knows that if you give up an argument your point is automatically invalidated.

Grim settled in Yuu’s arms.

“Besides, those guys are pretty tame, you two haven’t even met my fan club yet,” Yuu added.

“Your fucking what?!” Ace yelled.

“My fan club,” he repeated, since his friend had suddenly gone deaf.

Ace spluttered. For a moment, he looked down at his hands helplessly. Then, slowly, he lowered his head into his hands, hissing curses under his breath as he attempted to pull out his hair from the roots. As if his poor hair hadn’t been through enough already.

Deuce, on the other hand, looked like he was feeling a little faint. He gripped Yuu’s sleeve as they walked, trying to steady himself. Or, maybe, to confirm to himself that Yuu was actually real. “The zombies… made a fan club for you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

Yuu hummed. “I mean, it was a little weird at first, not gonna lie, but they’re actually really good about my boundaries! I barely even see them anymore!”

There was a beat of hesitation.

“Yeah, but that’s worse,” said Deuce.

Yuu disagreed. He opened his mouth to explain that his fan club used to prevent him from leaving the house outside of evacuating him during emergencies – and, sometimes, even then, they would hesitate. He much preferred them stalking him from the shadows if the other option was a complete lack of autonomy, thanks.

But he never got to explain any of this, because there was a shrill scream, and a gunshot.

The next few minutes seemed to go in slow motion.

Yuu nearly fell over with the force of it, dropping Grim as his left arm went numb. He blinked, dumbly, at his shoulder. Blood began to paint the fabric of his shirt red. For a second, he almost didn’t think it was real. That was a lot of blood, after all, and he wasn’t feeling anything more than pins and needles. Surely, that was wrong. Maybe he had finally snapped under the stress. Or Grim had given in to his instincts and bitten him and this was the beginning of the end. His ears rang as he, slowly, lifted his right hand up to touch the wound. Sticky, red liquid coated his finger as he poked at torn flesh. He flinched back, narrowing his eyes at the offensive… stuff.

Gross.

A hand grabbed his, thankfully hiding the blood from view, if only for a moment. Sluggishly, his eyes trailed up to meet Deuce’s. They were wide with panic.

The world whirled back into motion. He stumbled again, almost bowled over by the sudden urge to empty everything in his stomach. He dragged his hand out of Deuce’s so he could press it to the wound again, this time making sure to apply pressure.

“Shit, Yuu, are you oka –?!” Deuce winced at his own stupidity. “I mean, obviously not, but are you…?”

Yuu swallowed down a wave of nausea. “I’m fine.”

Deuce looked doubtful. Which was rude. Yuu was perfectly okay right now. He wasn’t going to speak for when he eventually came out of shock, but at this exact moment? He hadn’t felt this fine in months!

Well, he might just get sick, because the anxiety was actually managing to puncture holes in the blanket the shock had provided him so far, which kinda sucked, but whatever. He had other things that he needed to deal with.

“Just… make sure that no one kills each other, please.”

Deuce’s eyes, somehow, widened even more. He spun around sharply.

Cater was standing in the window, opened just a crack to allow him to point his gun out into the street, attempting to shoot Grim. He probably would have been successful by now if Ace wasn’t trying his damndest to get his knife through the aforementioned crack. Which, usually, makes accuracy a little difficult.

“YOU’LL THANK ME LATER!”

“If I have any say, you won’t have a ‘later’,” Ace hissed.

Deuce’s eyes narrowed just slightly, thoughtfully, as if he was considering whether it was really worth it to help Cater. Worryingly, it seemed like the needle was pointing more heavily towards ‘no’, and there might not be much time before the ‘yes’ side was no longer an option.

Yuu decided to try and help it along: “Deuce, Deuce, Deuce, good people don’t let others die.”

Deuce’s lips pressed together thinly as he considered this.

“YOU IDIOT THAT THING IS A ZOMBIE! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO –!”

“WE KNOW,” the three humans yelled back.

Cater faltered in sheer shock and horror. “What do you mean you know –?!”

Ace finally succeeded in jabbing his knife into Cater’s wrist.

The gun clattered to the ground, and it was then that Deuce apparently decided that, yeah, he should probably intervene. Whether this was purely due to his morals winning over or because he felt better now that Cater was also bleeding out was unclear. Frankly, Yuu was just grateful Deuce had pulled Ace away at all.

Yuu blinked as hands that weren’t his own joined him in attempting to stem the blood spilling from his shoulder. He, slowly, turned his head to find a zombie. Trying to hold him together.

Vaguely, he realized that he recognized them.

His fan club had arrived.

Ugh.

Well, whatever, at least he could use this.

Careful to enunciate every syllable, he said, “Grim, don’t kill him.”

The zombie grimaced. Briefly, their eyes flicked to the side. Grim paused where he had been squaring up under the window, preparing to jump inside after Cater. Grim’s tail swished back and forth in annoyance – Yuu had seen this a lot more, recently, thanks to Ace and Deuce.

And then, reluctantly, Grim lowered his head.

He relaxed slightly. Crises averted…

As the adrenaline began to fade, pain started to trickle in in its place, and Yuu had to fight not to tense up again, because surely that wouldn’t help the newfound aching in his shoulder. His vision started to dim, his grip on his wound slipping.

Yuu’s last thought before passing out was that he totally should have just let himself fall off that building earlier.

~

Yuu woke to far more nausea than he would usually prefer to deal with. Again. Which was unfair. He does not deserve to suffer like this.

Ah, he hadn’t even explained what had woken him up. Right. You see, he wasn’t sure what that was –.

Oh.

He cringed as he was subjected to the feeling of nails on a chalkboard, but it was amplified by about a million because the sensation was inside his goddamn shoulder. He flinched, which only made the feeling worse as the metal rubbed against his shoulder blade more.

“Deuce,” Ace hissed.

The arms around Yuu’s waist tightened. “Sorry, didn’t know he’d wake up. He was fine with the antiseptic.”

Well, that didn’t sound like Yuu. Yuu hated antiseptic. He would rather get an infection than go through that specific kind of hell. Deuce was a bitchass liar.

The chalkboard feeling was back! Why?!

He realized that Ace was trying to drag his bone out and frowned. He needed those. Bones are, usually, pretty important.

And stealing his bones was even more offensive when Yuu remembered that Ace hates the taste of bone marrow. Either Ace had decided to steal his bones for the fun of it or he was making a mistake.

Which one of those sounded more likely?

Well, it was actually pretty close, but if Yuu had to guess…

“You fucked up – I mean. Um. Messed! Messed up,” Yuu informed him.

He wanted to turn and press his face into Deuce’s shoulder and hide from Ace’s evil fucking – tools, whatever they may be… Yuu was not intent on opening his eyes any time soon, even the light peeking through his eyelids was enough to give him a headache – but Deuce was actively restraining him, so fuck that. Mean people preventing Yuu from moving away from Ace don’t deserve anything resembling affection, ever.

“Yuu!”

Oh, right, he had been in the middle of a conversation.

“Mmm?” he said, which wasn’t much of a response, but it seemed to be enough.

“You said,” Ace began, sounding like he was trying very hard to keep his voice level. “That I fucked up.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Yuu frowned. “I don’t swear.”

Ace made a strangled sound. Or, rather, a ‘I want to strangle you’ sound. “How am I currently messing up?!”

“Oh…” Yuu thought about it. “You’re, like… holding my bone. Stop that.”

Ace did. Which redeemed him, if only slightly. He sighed, deeply. “I thought you said you knew first aid?”

Yuu absolutely did not know first aid, and had never claimed otherwise. Did Ace know him at all?

“Well,” someone else began to speak. Yuu remembered he was not the only person to exist. Which felt fake and wrong, but okay. He tried to narrow his eyes so he could discern who the mysterious other person was, but his eyes were closed, so this did very little to help him. He was forced to pay attention to their voice, instead. “It’s a little different when you have to guide someone else through it because you’ve been stabbed in the wrist.”

Ohhhh. Radio GuyTM (Yuu was blanking on his name and, frankly, didn’t care enough to try and remember it right now). He sounded more than a little bitter. Ugh. Radio GuyTM. Fuck him, he deserves to feel bitter right now. Yuu may not be sure why he hated this guy right now, but it was very important to him that he continued to do so.

Why does Radio GuyTM get to be here and Yuu’s baby is nowhere to be seen (or, heard, rather)?!

“Where’s Grim?” Yuu whined.

“Outside,” Radio GuyTM said shortly. “No zombies allowed in here.”

“Kill yourself,” said Yuu, just as short.

“Not feeling it today, maybe tomorrow,” said Radio GuyTM.

Yuu nodded his understanding slowly. That made sense. He will ask again tomorrow. Establishing boundaries with new people is important, after all!

Radio GuyTM (yes, he would keep doing the trademark, those are – probably – difficult to get!) gave a little huff of laughter, which petered out into a sigh. “Okay, if you were grabbing his bone, you’re probably too high, try a little lower.”

This time, Ace was successful in getting the bullet out of Yuu’s shoulder. Yuu kind of wanted it back. He felt lonely without it.

What did he just say?

Okay, Yuu officially had weirded out himself. Blood loss is a bitch.

“Stitching doesn’t have to be super complex, if things go well he’ll do all the healing himself, we just need to pull his skin back together so his body doesn’t have to do as much work. Also to – like – keep the blood in.”

Ew. There has to be a less gross-sounding way to describe that.

“We’ll cut the thread out once he’s healed enough.”

In hindsight, they probably should have picked up sewing instead of crocheting, because Ace struggled…

Wait.

Noooooo, Yuu wouldn’t be able to knit for ages! Grim’s booties! His poor little toe-pads!

He was so upset about not being able to provide for his little darling who deserved the world (but was settling for Japan, for now) that he almost didn’t notice how much it did not feel good to get stitched up. It was still a lingering thought in the back of his head, because ow and ew and ugh, but there were far more pressing matters. Like being depressed.

He was depressed right up until he realized that Ace was tying off the last bandage.

Oooooh, sweet, Yuu can finally sleep in peace now.

Deuce finally let go, but Yuu did not pay this any mind. Deuce made a relatively comfortable pillow, actually. And he had to get revenge on him for… something. Probably. Deuce was always doing shit.

Just as Ace was always saying shit:

“If you die in your sleep I’m going to let Grim bite you.”

In the name of scientific discovery, surely.

Except, no, Ace didn’t even try and play that angle for plausible deniability: “Death can’t have you yet. You’re mine, okay? I have dibs.”

Yuu squinted his eyes open. The world was painfully bright, but he forced himself to keep them open anyway, for he had something important he must impart upon it. He looked around, taking in nervous and weary faces, until his eyes found Ace’s.

“You’re so cringe,” he told him.

Ace didn’t even bother getting playfully offended. He gave a halfhearted laugh and almost fell forward, burying his face in Yuu’s neck.

“Never do that shit again,” Deuce mumbled.

Yuu huffed. “I didn’t ask to get shot.”

Ace started to sit up again.

Yuu was quick to grab him by the shirt with his good arm. His grip was definitely weak (he assumed it would be for a while?), but Ace didn’t break it. Haha. Local scrawny loser gets put in affection jail.

As if hearing his internal monologue, Ace sent him a glare.

“Nap time,” Yuu said. “You can always kill him later.”

Radio GuyTM – Cater, his name was Cater! – looked like he did not entirely appreciate Yuu’s priorities.

Yuu closed his eyes again. He hated dissenters, no need to pay attention to them.

Cater did not get the memo. “Uh, can we not kill me, ever?”

“Nap time,” Yuu said again.

“Can we at least move a little so I’m more comfortable?” Deuce complained.

Yuu did not bother repeating himself. The fact that he decidedly did not move was answer enough.

Deuce gave a long-suffering sigh and gave up.

Good.

Nap time.

~~~~~

Pt8>

[k-nayee]

Cookout Hyung Line + Jimin

wc: 3.4k

Dreamer M.List

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NAMJOON

• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived

• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all

• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor

• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him

• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents

• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice

• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family

• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up

• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then

• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up

• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"

• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit

• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around

• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"

• "......."

• "........"

• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."

• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake

• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family

• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters

• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories

• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart

• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"

• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."

• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"

• "Mama!"

• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother

• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos

• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"

• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."

• "But why? You're adorable in these~"

• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."

• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake

• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said

• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"

• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."

• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade

• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you

• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-

• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"

• all hell breaks loose

• everybody asking questions left to right

• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it

• "...did...did he just...?"

• ....yeah, he stole ya family

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SEOKJIN

• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family

• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho

• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard

• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'

• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents

• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax

• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over

• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"

• "Really mama?!"

• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"

• ate every and anything placed in front of him

• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts

• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.

• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"

• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"

• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"

• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken

• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table

• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on

• "What's this?"

• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."

• "I'll take 50 of them."

• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"

• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"

• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation

• what's it about?

• you guessed it: food

• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments

• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)

• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on

• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left

• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event

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YOONGI

• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room

• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"

• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"

• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."

• "...Whatever let's just go."

• "Now don't forget your facema-"

• "Yoongi!"

• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."

• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed

• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-

• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."

• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats

• the kids and your cousins are amazed

• "Woah...that's so dope!"

• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"

• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready

• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face

• eats only one plate that was made by you

• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company

• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."

• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion

• "Um...what the fuck is this?"

• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"

• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"

• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"

• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size

• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"

• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."

• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."

• "You do know they just got out right?"

• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."

• "Yoongi!"

• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat

• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)

• dances...very very aggressively

• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table

• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize

• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion

• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?

• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"

• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown

• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"

• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."

• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT

• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it

• "Now listen here young man-"

• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."

• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that

• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle

• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."

• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."

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HOSEOK

• he's excited

• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all

• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family

• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile

• some even came up to you complaining about it

• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."

• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"

• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."

• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."

• "Oh oka-what?"

• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend

• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt

• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"

• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"

• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"

• he laughs brightly at her words

• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."

• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction

• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him

• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child

• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."

• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."

• "Well I like him!"

• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time

• when you bring up his world-known status they are   s h o o k

• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all

• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"

• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone

• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you

• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor

• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."

• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins

• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you

• not at all

• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok

• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them

• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry

• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."

• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"

• ...ANYWAYS

• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started

• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'

• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'

• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes

• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving

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JIMIN

• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around

• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to

• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick

• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."

• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face

• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer

• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him

• "His parents are in Empire."

• "Really? Say sike right now."

• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"

• "..."

• "..."

• "...you know, now that you mention it..."

• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."

• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more

• "Has ____ been good?"

• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"

• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"

• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"

• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."

• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"

• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most

• good with baby cousins

• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."

• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.

• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours

• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"

• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"

• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"

• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."

• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."

• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."

• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"

• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."

• ANYWAYS

• everybody adore him

• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him

• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody

• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately

• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"

• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"

• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'

• some even had to walk away from that one

• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 18 thoughts

although i tend to care less about episodes that center upon aliens, i found myself intrigued by this episode and constantly wondering what was going to happen next- which i would take to be the mark of a successful episode! when we can get some big plot gears moving AND insightful character analysis, i'm gonna be sat

there were a few moments in particular that made me lose my MIND. you will see what i mean.

but let's return to the me from a few hours ago, who did not know what was coming, and was writing live on the scene:

we’re BACK. after a pause of… however many days??? 4, maybe? too many. i will need the little recap they stick on the second half of the two parters this time. and just to be safe, i’ll go over my notes again, too.

okay, i’m refreshed. there was diving, there was pendrell, there was a guy named frish who i still don’t trust.

reading the episode description… mulder getting placed under arrest… fork spotted in kitchen. let us resume.

the recap reminds us that somebody stole a bunch of watches, mustache man was spray painting one of the bodies from the plane crash (?) and then he burst into the bar where frish and scully were hanging out. and you may recall, that Things Went Down.

but now we begin with the new events.

mulder in the lake…. damn, filming that had to be awful. he is being approached underwater!!! by two divers…. he seems to have narrowly escaped them

oh they are looking for HIM, it appears. at first, i thought they were alien divers coming for their lost comrade. not sure if the aliens understand solidarity like we do. each time one of 'em dies they seem to just... leave their body on earth.

here we see a sad man in a wetsuit (mulder) being caught by a jeep. despite racing a moving vehicle and therefore being destined to lose, he gives it his best go. only to be arrested!

how undignified, to be arrested in a dive suit…

(intro time)

hey- the intro was different again!! don’t think i didn’t notice…

(they must have a version that is a few seconds shorter that they bust out for the really jam-packed episodes, because by this point i am not surprised by it, but it still is jarring that the typical rhythm is broken up)

back to the bar with scully, pendrell, frish, and mustache man. 

it appears that pendrell was shot in the chest, which is not promising. scully tells him she will be right back as she makes a break for the mustache man.

but where did he GO?!?!? how did he get away!! he was dripping blood!!!

(is HE an alien???? we may never know)

the police roll up and scully flashes her badge to them as they arrive late and confused as per usual!! smh!!!

a guy from the EMT squad is telling people to let scully through the crowded bar, and i appreciate him for that. we need more people advocating for her. it is hard to be a genius and also small.

AWWWW pendrell no... oh sweet scully :( she’s trying to stop the bleeding and she keeps saying he’s going to be okay and “we still haven’t celebrated my birthday, pendrell, i’m not gonna let you off the hook like this” <- the way she was trying to comfort him and give him hope is going to make me cry

(i know he’s busy dying, but it also must be insane to watch the woman you have a crush on shoving towels into your gaping bullet hole wound while she is covered in your blood. might need to try that sometime if the chance ever comes)

and he smiles because he’s down bad. but at least he smiles.

she says he has a puncture in his right lung. which sounds very bad. but she tells the EMT he’s FBI and will NOT die. i wonder if she believes that, and that is her Firm Doctor Opinion, or if she is just saying that because she knows he can hear

BUT NO!! scully!!! her nose is bleeding :(((( she looks very scared...

(are her nosebleeds stress induced? is that even possible? i mean, all things considered, it's not the wildest plot point to take place on this show)

despite being scared, she goes back to frish, who is still waiting at the table, and gets down to business. if he didn’t tell his girlfriend he was in DC, that means there’s someone inside, she says. wiping the blood off of her face and saying that like she didn’t just have to shoot someone and save her coworker. damn. she is very good at pretending to be made of steel.

they’re taking pendrell away and skinner arrived. skinner!!!

she is still covered in blood and she is asking him why wasn’t there someone to escort frish!!! that order was cancelled because frish is being put under military arrest for suspicion of murder and false testimony in a federal investigation! ohhhh!

(tbh, i don’t know what the difference between regular and military arrest is except for that maybe military arrest means you were in the military. that’s my best guess. follow for more educated guesses ❤️)

anyway, scully is gagged by this!!! and rightfully so. now, i still don’t trust frish, but it does seem like someone is trying to censor him because he can attest to the government’s crimes. hmm….

and skinner says that this comes from high up in the government, who also put mulder under military arrest!!

(well, there goes my theory on what "military arrest" means!)

scully is very pissed as she explains that the military SHOT THAT PLANE DOWN. and skinner says they admitted as much!!!! omg why????

they’re having this sort of face off, until skinner notices the bloody tissue in her hand, and asks if she is alright

(STOP. STOP I’LL CRY??? god, whenever skinner interacts with them tenderly.... i will fall to my KNEES with emotion when they care about each other)

oh my GODDDDD. wait you have to hear about this next part.

(grabbing her hand and looking at the bloody tissue, then into her eyes) “i have a responsibility for the safety of the agents under my supervision, agent scully. i’m not going to put another agent’s life in jeopardy just to keep her out in the field” 

WAHHHHHHH... HE CARES ABOUT HER AND SHE IS TRYING TO KEEP WORKING AND NOT THINK ABOUT HER SICKNESS, BECAUSE TO THINK ABOUT IT WOULD MAKE IT REAL... BUT SHE NEEDS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF, AND HOW DO YOU MAKE SOMEONE TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES WHEN THEY FEEL HARDWIRED TO TAKE CARE OF OTHERS??? AND WHEN THEY HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO BUILD THIS FACADE OF BEING OKAY AT ALL TIMES?

the doctor needing the caring is always going to get me. a thankless task it is, to tend to the dead and dying, and how much more awful it must feel to her knowing the limitations of medicine

she has tears in her eyes and assures him she’s okay, but skinner has banished her to the hospital with pendrell. "thank you skinner", we all say in unison.

stop. stop. skinner :( he loves them both…. and she needs to rest :(

cutscene NOT TO HER IN THE HOSPITAL but to her at an air force reserve installation finding mulder 

GIRL HE CAN BE OKAY!!!! YOU NEED TO GO TO A DOCTOR PLEASE!!! 🙏 HE GOT HIMSELF INTO THIS MESS LET HIM GET HIMSELF OUT WHILE YOU GO TAKE A NAP

“mulder.” “hi, scully. you come to spring me from the joint?” <- he’s such a fucking loser (said with love)

is that all it takes to get someone out of military arrest? the bestie rolling up? damn. i thought it would be a lot harder than that.

so the military confessed to being responsible for the crash. that's surprising.

and oh my god, he’s getting undressed. just right then and there with her right in front of him. you see, at first i thought he was just unbuttoning his weird military arrest shirt, because maybe he was hot, but then scully turned around like they have done this a million times before (and they probably have) as he unzipped his pants. i’m taken aback by the intimacy of such an act. 

doing all of this while arguing, btw. deeply impressive.

they are so married. it's not even funny. not even just married. some weird soul tying thing is going on there.

the military is claiming that there were faulty coordinates given to the flight that had max on it. and they were the only two planes on the screen. 

and i appreciate them spelling this cover story out for us very clearly, because i was playing mental ping-pong trying to keep track of the amount of crash sites and planes last episode.

this cover story lays the blame on the man who was working with frish, who allegedly ended his own life- convenient to lay the blame on a dead man- and it also posits that frish lied to save himself, and came to the FBI to blame the military. 

hmm. it’s a cover story, alright. not even sure if it’s a good one, but it sure is a cover story.

the military is claiming the second plane that crashed into flight 459 was military, but then mulder reveals he has burns on his head that scully quickly realizes are from radiation!! he got them while he was underwater looking for the mystery craft!! this does NOT seem like a feature that the US military would want to have in their planes.

ooookay, so he says it was a UFO (well, we did see a little alien in there, may he rest in peace) that collided with flight 549- and when the military shot the UFO down, the passenger plane went with it.

see, this makes sense to me now. thank you for making it incredibly clear!!

plane man gets a name reveal!!! his name is mike millar. scully points out that he says there was no evidence of a collision, and while he could be lying, he seems to be the only one that really wants to know what actually went down. 

plane guy. i have called you this for a whole episode. and now, you have become plane guy mike. it would have been nice to know that last time, but we cannot change the past, a fact i struggle with daily.

and mike went to scully to tell her about finding sharon wandering about the crash site!! he didn't have to do that. so it adds more evidence to the "he seems to genuinely want to know what happened" camp

mulder asks, he found sharon, max’s sister? but PLOT TWIST: she’s NOT his sister??

maybe it’s a “blood siblings” sort of thing??? swearing loyalty? found family? because lying about being someone's sibling feels odd. there has to be some sort of story there.

well, whatever their dynamic may have been, here is what we know about sharon: she is an unemployed aeronautical engineer who has spent time in and out of mental institutions. WHERE SHE MET MAX!!!

omg….. the truth raises only more questions…

NO!!! scully tells mulder that pendrell is dead. oh my god. she did the best to make him smile right before he died…

scully, you are the best friend in all the world. i have said this many times before, but it still bears repeating.

mulder is shocked and grabs her shoulder, asking how pendrell died. she explains he was shot by mustache man, who was aiming for frish

“mulder, what are these people dying for? is it for the truth or for the lies?” <- i love her Need to be righteous and stand for the truth, even though she lives in a terrible and corrupt world, and how it drives her, how it vexes her to live in such a lawless place, but how her own moral compass keeps her oriented

he says it has to be the truth they’re dying for, and they owe it to those who died to find it out. damn. if that isn’t his whole life in a sentence.

they go to max’s trailer, where i recall mulder tenderly holding him through a seizure a few seasons back.

(i didn't even pick up on the fact that we had seen max before last episode. my b.)

scully hates his trailer LMAO “i remember being amazed at what some people will call a home” <- ohhh she wants a nice, comfy place to live... write that down, write that down

she presses a button and some music starts playing and then says “i think you were actually kindred spirits in some deep, strange way” “what do you mean?” “men with spartan lives, simple in their creature comforts, if only to allow for the complexity of their passions” <- OHHH you better analyze him!!! read him like a BOOK!!!

mulder wants to find whatever it is max wanted to tell him so badly, badly enough to get on the plane even though he knew it was dangerous. this seems like a reasonable thing to be searching for in such conditions.

they find a tape of max recounting his life story, how no one believes you when you’re an alien abductee, and how he wants to expose the people who have recovered the UFOs in the military and the FBI. and they’re using the alien tech in military operations!!! which is crazy.

we see the military taking pieces of the craft from the lake AND AN ALIEN BODY!! MANY ALIEN BODIES!!!!!!

and guys passed out and throwing up from all the radiation!!!

(musical flourish) IT’S GONNA BE CSM, RIGHT? 

NO!!!! it was mustache man!!!! maybe they went to high school together.

mustache man is just straight up watching this dude die but announces “we found it” as if that answers any and all questions

plane guy mike is working to identify the bodies from the crash of the flight, and announces they really cannot find any other evidence to figure out what happened. he asks his team to please wrap up tonight and then go home. 

plane guy seems nice… i know his ass is gonna die.

(author's note: rejoice!!! he might have made it!!!!!)

mulder and scully are here to talk to him!!!!!!! actually, plane guy mike called THEM!! he wanted to say thank you for the lead that it was the military’s fault. but he has no other ideas on what could have gone down.

WELL! mulder is going to tell him his story.

mulder thinks that max was followed by someone who wanted whatever he had on him. and what was the object? proof of the existence of aliens!!

(now what type of object could that be....?)

(plane guy mike glances back at scully) (she looks at him and raises her eyebrows as if to say “yeah, i know”)

then, mulder thinks that the flight was taken over by a craft that never appeared on any of the radars (because it was a UFO and clearly they don’t show up on radars)

((wait, they definitely have before in the past… well. i guess they didn’t this time. i'm sure there are plenty of different alien species with varying technological skillsets))

if all had gone to plan, the UFO would have taken Max right from the flight.... but the third plane shot the UFO down, and since the UFO had control of flight 459, it went down along with the UFO!

we then see max getting taken out by the aliens…… while time stands still and everyone on the flight watches. it is very creepy. 

he thinks that had the military plane not shot the UFO down, everyone on flight 459 would have had their memories wiped and no one would have known that max was ever abducted!

but the missile hit, and (plane crash scenes) (incredibly horrifying plane crash scenes) (people just keep falling and falling and someone is saying a prayer)

(quite upsetting to watch this, actually)

but back to the modern day. awaiting a plane guy mike reaction to such an outrageous tale.

plane guy says that even if it WAS true, they can’t prove it. damn. just can't get a read on this fellow.

scully says that while she had the same reaction, there is something that needs to be explained: the seats and the door showed traces of radioactivity!!!!!

woaaaaah… plane guy, you didn't find anything radioactive in the crash, did you?

surprise! he did find something from the wreckage that had some radioactivity… and he pulls it out… it’s max’s bag!!! it has his hat in it!!!! but seemingly nothing else beyond the hat.

plane guy says he has to write his final report, and that basically mulder is crazy, and goodnight.

ohhhh, said about the deaths of pendrell and max: “and if we don’t find out, what meaning do their deaths have, or their lives?”

sighs. the pressure these two put upon themselves to right every single wrong in the entire world. they mean well, but they cannot fix everything, and this will only disappoint them.

mulder proposes starting their renewed quest for answers with sharon, who is in a mental institution. he says he’d go with scully to find her, but he’s afraid they would lock him up, and she jokes “me too”. and i’m thinking, girlie needs to get to the hospital!!! now!!! mulder, YOU go!!!

(i think we were supposed to understand that scully DID, in fact, go to the hospital with pendrell, where she got checked out and learned of his death- we just didn't see it onscreen. however, as i was watching, i wasn't really processing what they were trying to say and was instead in "someone help scully" mode, which explains a lot of my thinking at almost all times)

but no, rather than going to the mental hospital to ask sharon some questions and letting scully rest, he instead goes back to max’s trailer, where he finds things all torn apart and scattered. someone must have broken in!!!! omg these bastards!!!

the trailer park manager asks what he’s doing here and mulder has to break the news that max is dead…. and the manager is deeply sad, but also (very practically) asks what he should do with his mail. 

WOAH!!! in the back of the video where max was talking about himself, you can see sharon!!! it looks like she was the one filming!!

mulder has max's mail…. and he is opening it. can you open a dead guy’s mail? maybe if you’re in the FBI?? it has this sort of badge thing with numbers on it.

(this was later revealed to be a luggage tag, or perhaps the writers and prop team expected people to immediately recognize its purpose. but i didn't. and you know i require honesty when recounting these things)

scully is here to visit sharon, who is sitting up on her bed in the night. a little spooky of her. and she immediately confesses to not being max’s sister. 

scully sees she is covered in blisters like max was!! so they were exposed to something… something sharon stole….

she stole something radioactive from her job!!! but what was it??? and how do you even DO that??

allegedly, it was alien tech. that was divided into three parts. but where is the third one???

that piece with the numbers on it was a luggage ticket!!! so mulder is taking it to find the bag, and presumably the radioactive part within.

but who arrives after him, but some people in suits!!! watching him take max's bag! and beginning to chase after mulder!

he uses the federal agent card to get out of there, which i fully support, and scully calls to tell him that this mystery thing was stolen from a military contractor. and i’m thinking, TELL HIM NOT TO OPEN IT, PLEASE

and she’s trying to tell him this, but the cell signal is breaking up!!!! PLEASE DO NOT OPEN IT BRO. it looks like he is about to, but he sees it a little through an x ray instead. PHEW!

scully says this must be high tech industrial espionage… which would be fascinating. but i don't think that is what is going on here.

and mulder’s getting on the plane with the mystery object!! BE CAREFUL- THEY’LL GET YOU!!

NOOOOO, MUSTACHE MAN IS ON THE PLANE!!!

did he regenerate the parts of him that were shot or something???!!!

mulder is sleeping on the plane…. mustache man comes to sit next to him…. and he sees that he has a gunshot wound on his leg… ah, so no regeneration

mulder clocks his nonsense very quickly, and says he has a weapon pointed at him!!

“what if you miss?” “i won’t” <- LMAOOO king has been practicing in the range!!!

but mustache man says he’ll depressurize the plane at 30,000 feet and jump away on a parachute. rude as hell. 

mulder guesses that it is perhaps alien energy in the bag he carries that so many people had to die for… and he tells mustache man to get to the back of the plane, NOW, so he can be exiled to the bathroom 

he calls scully from the plane (you can do that???) and tells her that he has the man who shot pendrell locked up!! and can she please give skinner a head’s up to get to the airport? thank you

“hey scully?” my watch just stopped” (he drops the phone and runs) “mulder? mulder?!” <- oh the DESPERATION in her voice…

he is always dropping calls and running, leaving her to yell with worry on the phone. we need to train him to stop doing this. in fact, the one time he did not do this was when he was on the phone with scully's mother, and it was remarkable for how much effort it probably took

mulder tells the flight attendant that the flight is about to be boarded, but mustache man comes out with his gun!!! saying to put the bag down NOW!! all the passengers are shocked to see this happening.

so he does set the bag down… and then the plane is rumbling… and the lights….. the UFO!!!! everyone is screaming!!!! 

mulder pulls a gun on mustache man as the door starts to get blown off, just like he thought it happened to max. and then everything is very very quiet…..

scully and skinner are RUNNING to the plane as the people disembark. 

and mustache man isn’t there anymore!! and his watch is off!!!! omggggg!!!

the alirans got him!!!

he seemed like a dick so no real loss on that end. but i'm sad mulder cannot use that mystery part to prove they exist.

although, it seems that claiming "it's just super advanced tech from (insert country that is not the USA here)" would be the government's first move. not sure how much the actual object would have helped if they had that trusty excuse hanging in their back pockets.

“would you like to tell me what’s going on here, agent mulder?”, asks skinner (scully intercepts) “i don’t think you want to know the answer” 

skinner looks very very confused. my poor guy.

back to the video of max, where he is talking about the secrets the government is keeping. sharon is watching it. WITH SCULLY AND MULDER!!! my besties :)

she asks if she can keep the tapes and he says yes, she should start a collection of all of max's things

when sharon mentions that scully also lost someone very close to her, she has to leave the trailer…. and mulder follows behind in his white sneakers

“you thinking about pendrell?” “i realized i didn’t even know his first name” <- OUCH. queen please do not feel guilt over this, because that is just how having coworkers is.

but she was really thinking about HER BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM MULDER??? OMG?? she’s looking at it and smiling

wait, this next monologue NEEDS to be copied down….

“you never got to tell me why you gave it to me, or what it means, but i think i know. i think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women and extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals… that what can be imagined can be achieved… that you must dare to dream… but that there’s no substitute for perseverance and hard work and teamwork… because no one gets there alone. and that while we commemorate the greatness of these events and the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those who make these achievements and leaps possible”

“i just thought it was a pretty cool keychain”

(soft music as the camera turns to the stars and fades to black)

WAAHHHHH

oh scully, i mumble for the hundredth time... she makes my heart hurt. she has so much good in her and yet nothing good happens TO her.

i love that she is so analytical and finds meaning in everything, even the little keychain <3 and i love that she is both dedicated to science and an idealist, and neither of those things are mutually exclusive even if you might imagine that the hard realities of the world do not mesh with optimism and faith.

and i don't fully believe that mulder just thought the keychain was cool... he knew what he was doing there. at least a little bit. now i will imagine it dangling from her keys for decades, jingling each time she unlocks her door, a little piece of their connection made physical.

so, what am i thinking about the episode?

well, we didn't get any closure on plane guy or frish, and i know better than to think we will get some in any future episodes. so that feels a little unfinished.

in terms of plot development, we are introduced to this mustache man and an object that could prove the existence of aliens, but both of those get wiped away, and we leave off sort of where we began. that left mustache man feeling underused, or sort of like a waste of narrative focus. unless he comes back?

still, while i might have qualms with the plot not being entirely wrapped up, i enjoyed this episode! the moment with skinner absolutely got to me, as did scully's kindness towards pendrell and her analysis of mulder's gift. the moment where he just started changing clothes and they had that unspoken understanding also killed me.

i was also glad that this episode explained things a bit more than the last one did. i was confused with the constant switches between theory and fact, that while i'm sure some viewers were annoyed with how they spelled it out so clearly, i was pleased.

i love the tales of mulder and scully's spooky job. it was a good episode!

[writing-rat]

Concert Freakout

PART 2 | PART 3

Pairings: CC Walker x Katie Torres

Content: Panic attacks, homophobia

Summary: Katie has a panic attack when she tries to get a phone battery. Luckily CC is nearby.

WC: 695

Katie was excited. She had just entered Fleekfest and was eager to meet up with the other people they would be seeing the concert with. She was following her friend, unable to stop staring at one group. She was enamoured with one of the people in the group. CC Walker. She was the football captain and the best player in the team too, the team being called ‘Unicorns’. Hell, she had a chance at being national she was told. “Katie, over here,” her friend, Layla, spoke. Katie quickly looked away and blushed before she saw the group of people.

There were 3 boys for the 3 of the girls and she was feeling more nervous, wishing she came out sooner as bisexual. She would be okay for the time being however she decided. Luckily, the guy was decent but she wouldn’t interact with him further she decided. This would be the only time they would interact she concluded. “Hey! Katie! Want to head to the tent now?” Layla asked, smirking. 

“What, why? Aren’t we here for the music?” Katie responded, confused. Layla just laughed. “Don’t you want to get with an older, cooler boy? He plays basketball and could become popular. Wouldn’t you love that?” she asked, looking at her with a smirk. 

Katie froze and then shook her head. “No. I like someone else anyway,” she admitted, looking away. “Oh?” Layla smirked. “Who?” she asked tilting her head. Katie thought about it and then decided to say it. “CC, you know? CC Walker,” she finished. Layla immediately backed up. “Jesus, you’re gay? No wonder you were so weird all the time. Guess… I’ll see you around then,” Layla mumbled, walking away. That broke her heart as she soon texted Nando, walking away as she was scared alone. That’s when her phone died. 

“Fuck,” she spoke, some tears coming out soon enough. That’s when she went into the crowd, begging for a charger at least. “Please, do you have a charger I can borrow?” Katie pleaded with many people, most ignoring her. This person however promised to help, grabbing her phone.

“And… here!” she spoke then threw the phone into the crowd, laughing. “No reason for a phone now,” she laughed and Katie was starting to struggle to breathe. Unable to speak she just walked away and was going into a private spot, curling up. Well, she thought it was private. It wasn’t really, it was another tent. She was ashamed when a familiar face came out. “Hey, you alright?” she asked, sitting next to her. 

“Yes,” Katie lied, her breathing loud and heavy due to being unable to breathe. “No, you aren’t. Breathe with me, ok?” the girl, CC, spoke, and started to breathe in and out. Katie was doing as told. It took about 3 minutes before Katie was ok. “Now. Explain please what happened?” CC asked, looking at her concerned.

“Well… my old friend wanted to get me in a tent with boys and I didn’t want that. I explained why and she unfriended me there. I could tell from her eyes… I tried to text my brother if everything was okay but it died then someone threw my phone in a crowd and now I don’t have a phone,” Katie silently cried as she hugged her legs. CC nodded, thinking. “Want to stay with me and my friends and we can drop you off at home?” she asked. Katie nodded embarrassed. “Plus, we get a good view and volume for the stage from here,” she chuckled out. Katie relaxed more, before she looked on stage, happy to be close to someone she knew at least.

-

It had been 10 minutes before she saw her mom get on stage. She widened her eyes and looked at CC and her friends. “That’s my mom. I’ll uh… see you around,” she spoke and walked away quickly as she was just wanting to be with her family at this point. CC just nodded and watched her walk away, blushing bright red.

“Awwww, lover girl. You going to see her more?” her best friend teased. CC nodded and smiled. “Yeah,” she spoke. 

She was determined to…

[bigsnzstanacct]

Do y’all want some not actually finished, not-proofread, possibly very wack F/ellow Tr/avelers fic? Well you’re getting it either way cuz I want attention. Will probably revise and possibly extend soon. It doesn’t even have a name, maybe it is just a Drabble that got out of hand but you know what I haven’t read any snzfic for this fandom and that is a crime. Below the cut, violently not-proofread!

“HHHHHEEEEEAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhooooooo!!” He announced his presence with a sneeze, a nearly-shouted roar that sputtered out into a quieter, albeit wetter, finish.

“Skippy…!” He called out, faux-anger threaded through his voice. “You’re in trouble now, Skippy!”

Said “Skippy”, also known as Tim Laughlin, peeked his head out of one of the apartment’s bedrooms, chest bare, nostrils pinkened at the rims, face still full of the evidence of the cold he was still getting over—and that Hawkins was just falling into. “Huh, Hawk? Me, in trouble?” Mock-innocence the response to Hawk’s faux-angry call. They both knew this dance, and loved it.

Hawkins was on him suddenly, grabbing the thinner man in his arms and kissing him with intent. “Yeah, big trouble. You heard that sn-sneeze didn’t you?”

“Yeah, me and most of DC, you moose. Last time I heard a noise like that I was at the National Zoo.”

“Me? A moose? You’re just adding to the trouble you’re in, aren’t you?”

“Always do.” Tim said with a smirk, leading Hawkins into the bedroom, where he sat, limbs splayed alluringly. They were silent a moment, just holding each other’s gaze. Until Hawkins’ started to waver, a hand drifting idly up towards his nose. Tim’s smirk widened. “So what am I in trouble for, Mister Fuller?”

“You—snf!—you know what you’re in t-trouble for, you—snf!—y-you dirty little thing you, you gave me your… your hehhhhh… hehHHH…” his broad bare chest leapt with the urge. “your HHEHHHHhhh… gonna…!” The barest flicker of warning, before the inevitable was bouncing off the walls and making the windows rattle in their casements: “AAAEEEEHHHHHRRRSSCHHOOOOOO!” He bellowed. “Damn, sorry about that Skippy… never did figure out how to keep that qui… quiet… here’s a… gotta… notherone…! Huhhh! HUUUUURRRRRSSSCCCHOOOOOO!!!” Tim playfully covered his ears, smiling up at Hawk and sniffing himself.

“Awwww… did big bad Hawkins catch a little cold in his nose?” He teased. “Is that why you’re making all that racket? Just cause of little old me?” They’d been turning the tables more lately, but somehow they always found themselves back in this position: Hawkins towering above his Skippy, Skippy sitting on the bed, looking up at Hawk with at least two contradictory emotions in his eyes. At first, desire and terror. In the bad times, love and hate. In the best times—like now—naked adoration and stubborn defiance. An unwillingness to break and an insistence on being broken. That look stirred the most dangerous parts of Hawkins, in the most delightful ways.

Hawkins drew closer, lifted Tim’s chin, mostly so he could place his big hands near Tim’s neck. “Yeah… you made me sick, you little ball of germs. If you weren’t always sneezing and snotting all over this apartment, maybe I’d still be able to do my very important job.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Seem to recall you not minding that sn-sneezing and snotting at a-all… speaking of wh… which…” Hawk just smiled. Sometimes it seemed like Tim was allergic to the very word “sneeze.” Between the poor guy’s allergies and a cold in his nose, he was always on the verge of a big, messy sneezing fit.

“Hhhhh… hhhettcchhOOO! Hhhh-hehhhh! EEETTttttt-chhooOOO! Wh-whoa bihhh… big one… hehhhh…. hhettschh… ettscchhooo… hehhshhooo… yyeeeEEttschhooo... Ettssscchhhhh-OOO!” God Tim’s sneezes drove Hawk wild. The little wet, itchy, rapid-fire ones that spilled out on top of each other, as though his nose was so crowded with sneezes he could hardly get one out before the next was fighting to escape; the ones that went all cutesy and high-pitched at the end, almost as though he was surprised his nose tickled so much, the pitch raising at the end like a question. And then there was how intensely itchy he looked, his nose wriggling and alive, like it was trying to escape his face, his whole face scrunching in and then suddenly everything wide open: mouth lolling, eyebrows climbing, nostrils flaring and then…

And then it all started over again. And again. And AGAIN. It made Hawk breathless in a very different way than his own sneezes. It made him hunger, it made him want. It made him hard.

“Look what you did to me.” Hawk said, clutching at his thickened endowment, the bulge visible through his slacks. Tim sniffed, eyes still misty, nose clearly note done with him. But he couldn’t help but notice that. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Making me sneeze, with your cold in my nose. Making me think about you sneezing, losing control, falling apart for me, so pretty.” He was getting greedy now, pawing at Tim, squeezing his ass, kissing at his neck. “Could barely get through work, you want them to find out I’m a double fuckin’ pervert?”

They each froze a moment, their still-precarious positions and the memory of the time when they were more precarious still a nearly-open wound. But then Tim sneezed again, soft and pliant: “hhcchhssss…. huh… hittscchh!” And Hawk’s eyes were on nothing but Skippy.

“Bless you,” he said, soft and dangerous and hungry and adoring.

And then slacks were coming off, mouth on mouth, mouth on neck, hands everywhere, fingers and spit right where they needed to be, and then Hawk was behind Skippy on the bed, pressing into him, his weight on Skippy’s back, his hard length pressing against Skippy’s ass.

“You still gotta…?” Hawk asked.

“All the t-time, Hhahhhh… Hawk…”

“Can you… while you ride me?”

“Isn’t that how you caught my cold in the first place?”

“Don’t care. Need it. All over me, please, Skippy.”

“Need it?” Skippy asked, turning around to look at Hawk.

“Need it.”

“So what are you gonna do for your boy? When he gives you what you need? Are you gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t throw that word around Hawkins, you don’t mean it.”

“No fair, Skippy.”

“Life’s not fair, H-hahhh… hahhhhhh…” Tim’s nose chose that moment to act up, but despite his body’s betrayal (his body’s endless betrayals, when it came to Hawk), Tim hadn’t given up the implicitly negotiated upper hand. He put a finger under his nose, pressed hard. “You w-want me to l-let this loose, don’t you?”

Hawk nodded, and suddenly looked so much like a puppy that Tim almost dissolved into giggles.

“A-ahhh… all o-over you, yeah?”

Another nod.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me—snf!—take care of you.”

Another nod.

Tim barely managed a quick “ohthankgod” before the floodgates opened.

“ettscchhh! yyetttschh! hetchhhh! ettcchhhhhh! Huhhhh… eeYYettschhOOO! Heyyyy-SHOOOO! huhhh… eeeeYYESHH-OOOO! Ah!” They started fast and furious, grew luxurious and free and messy as the lingering cold sneezes in Tim’s nose took over. He ended on a sharp exhale, as he sank onto Hawk. It had taken some practice, learning to take dick in the middle of a sneezing fit. But Tim was a very, very fast learner. And seeing Hawk like this. Spread out under him, wrecked and open, more even than he was when Tim was inside of him, Hawk’s pupils blown wide, nothing else in his mind but Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy’s nose, Skippy’s ass, Skippy’s chest, Skippy’s wet eyes, closing… closing again as his head tipped back and…

“eeYYYYYEETTSSCCHH-OOO! Oh! Shit, bless me.” Tim murmured. It was easy, now that Hawk was inside him. He barely made any effort to move, knowing too much would send Hawk over the edge early. No, he just let his body have free reign. His sneezes always tended to make him double over or bend at the waist, he just gave them a little more free reign to move his body.

Hawk keened beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, big one Skippy, fuck…”

Tim managed to snark around the urge: “is that a rehhhh… requeahhh… AAAAHHTTSCCHHOOOOOOO!!” Tim sure acted like it was, his voice falling fully into the sneeze in a way it rarely did. Hardly a duplicate of Hawk’s beastly roars, but definitely on the loud side for Tim, tearing out of his throat like Hawk’s desire was a physical thing, had reached in and ripped it out of him. It was often like that for Tim, as though the sheer force of Hawk’s wanting made Tim’s body capable of things it had no ability to do before.

“Shit, Skip, I’m not gonna last…”

“Shhhhh… d-don’t… don’t… aapppsshHHHH! Hahhh… ppllleesshhhhh!! EeeYYYYYeesscchhhhOOO!” The sneezes weren’t stopping, and they were only getting wetter, the bursts of spray on Hawk’s torso no sooner cooled than Tim replaced them with another.

Tim recovered with a firm sniff, in control enough to say, “don’t worry, we’ve got a while.”

[uramilf]

omg okay so ross being together with singer reader so the boys bring her out on stage to perform like they did with Charli and her and Ross just being so cute and flirty with each other 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

A/N: Agh! Adorable. Love it so much. I changed it up a bit so she sings Carly/Polly's part in About You cause awwww it's cute also the reader has a similar relationship with Matty to him and Carly

You stood backstage, hands shaking. Matty had his hand outstretched to you, mouthing "It's ok!" You stepped forward and took his hand as the band started playing "About You", but you weren't looking at him. You were looking at Ross. He looked back, smiling gently as you took your place onstage beside Polly to sing backing vocals. Ross continued to watch you as you made your way down the steps at the side of the stage to sing your solo. He could tell you were nervous, and smiled widely when you caught his eye. "You know who it is everybody!" Matty called into the microphone as your name appeared on the large screens at the front of the venue. The crowd screamed for you, and Ross cheered along with them. Matty draped his arm around your shoulder while you sang, and when you finished, he leaned in closer to your ear. "We're all so proud of you love, especially Ross." The two of you watched Adam play his guitar solo, you sneaking occasional glances at your boyfriend and his adorably focused face. When the song drew to a close, Matty shouted out to the crowd "Give it up for our own Y/n Y/l/n!" He hugged you before you ran back up the steps and across the stage to Ross. He handed his bass off to a tech crew member when he saw you coming, and caught you in his arms, holding you tightly while thousands of people went crazy for how much of a gorgeous couple you made. "You sounded like an angel, love. I'm so proud of you," Ross said into your ear. "I love you, Ross." "Love you too, babe. Now go enjoy yourself, I'll see you after the show, okay?" He kissed you hard and you left the stage, the entire arena and all his bandmates still clapping for you and your boyfriend. It's safe to say the articles about the band the next day had moved on from Matty's onstage antics and were swooning over you and Ross's adorable moment together.

[tomatoswup]

Hello, cam I ask for something small for Vash and a reader who's a bit of a good marksman and knows their way around distance weapons? Theyre nothing crazy like his abilities, but they can make those trick shots of paper balls into garbage cans from across the room (and often do to impress him). Hope I'm not being too vague! Thank you!

A/N: shooting bullets??nahhh we shootin baskets☝️☝️☝️,,,somethin light-hearted for the faint of hearts hehehe thank you for the request anon😌 and i hope you enjoy!

"Are they gonna shoot?"

"Oh my god-"

"Please don't..."

"DON'T DO IT!"

A force of nature. You never really got use to being called that, after all you weren't really as good like him.

But with all the trouble that came along, what else could you do but keep shooting?

Keep yourself alive. After all, that rifle on your back carried you a long way, alongside the deserts that surrounded you, your grip on its trigger had practically etched itself into the wooden build of its own existence and with many other weapons you’ve held out in these plains.

Just one target.

And all you needed was accuracy, and a bulls-eye.

Breathe.

You kept your hand up, holding a careful stare on your target as the hot sun shined down on your head. The pocket watch hanging from your jacket sounded out its clicks at every second as you felt your feet slowly sink into the sand.

All you had to do was keep it steady...Steady now..

Unwavering from the whispers around you, you didn't dare move an inch until the wind stopped blowing. If you did, everything would've been for nothing.

And as if the world had heard, pleaded with you one more time, the wind died down to a stop, for just a moment,

Everything went still.

"Now." And with a flick of a hand, you felt the object fly from your grasp and right into the small bin that stood a bit away.

"AWWWW!!!" Groaned out a small fraction of the kids that were around you, the rest of them cheering at the perfect shot you made into the public garbage can.

"LOOKS LIKE CHAOS STRIKES AGAIN!" You comically laughed out, kids squealing around you as a little brown-haired boy jumped out infront of you "WE WON! NOW YOU NEED TO GIVE US BACK THE BALL OF JULAI!!"

You couldn't help but stifle your chuckles at the little feud of roleplaying the kids were doing. It's been a while since you've had some fun away from any trouble.

To be honest, it actually felt..refreshing!

"ENTERING THE ROBOT!!" The crowd of kids screamed as you glanced to the side when they scattered, eyes meeting orange sunglasses and ridiculous spiked hair.

Decided to join in on the shenanigans too huh?

Maybe the paper ball trick worked...

Oh get real, something like that would never work.

You let out a big sigh as Vash ridiculously made his way to your side, exaggeratedly stomping down on the ground "HERE TO SERVE!"

With a kid hanging off his shoulders, the group of older kids continued to taunt the younger ones with a red ball in hand.

"Ain't that something." You chuckled, watching on as Vash playfully saluted out right next to you before the kids detached themselves from him and ran around. Giving him a moment to drop the facade, Vash leaned down to your ear, shooting you a cheeky smile, different from the serious face he had on just a second ago.

"Nice shot!" He whispered to you, a hand cupping the side of his mouth.

Oh! He saw that?

You mimicked Vash's movement and also leaned over to whisper along "Oh pfftt that's nothing~" You waved shyly, letting out small laughs as you tried to ignore the setting blush of red on your face "It's just some paper that's all!"

"Well for just a piece of paper that bin was pretty far away!"

"Beginners luck I say...But.." You leaned in closer into Vash's face as you put gentle hand on his shoulder, making him wonder what else you were going to say, what you wanted to say.

"I can make two paper balls go in at the same time-"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" He whisper-yelled excitingly, momentarily looking back at the bin that you made your shot in.

"YES! TWO HANDS AND ALL!"

Okay maybe you were going a little overboard...Nahh~

"AHEM!" Coughed out a small voice, making the both of you turn dramatically to see a small girl with braids looking up at the both of you.

"Which one of you knows how to breath fire?"

...

"Uhhhhh..." The two of you stared at her dumbfounded at the question before simultaneously pointing at each other at the first thought.

"They do." "He does."

Maybe you should try shooting more paper balls from now on...

[ikeromantic]

congrats on 1k!!! you are such a good writer and u genuinely deserve thousands of more too

for the request, can i ask for masamune, envy, and 🥸

Masamune is so much fun. Playful and bashful and reckless. Mmmmmm ^_^ Approx. 900 words of a silly, sweet, slightly spicy, envious warlord.

Masamune tried to snuggle closer to his wife in bed, but the moment he moved, there was an unhappy feline huff. Shogetsu gave him a disapproving look.

The tiger cub was nestled in the chatelaine’s arms as she slept, and had no intention of moving. Masamune glared at the cub and pointed to the cat bed in the corner but Shogetsu just closed his eyes and ignored the warlord entirely.

The next day, Masamune had pretty much forgotten his annoyance with the precocious cat. There were too many other things to worry about, after all. A fire in one of his territories, an irrigation project, and so on. He took a break around midday to go check on his beloved, and found her lounging in one of the cool upstairs porches. 

The chatelaine looked up at him from where she sat, book in hand. Her face lit up at seeing him. “Masamune! I thought you were going to be busy today!”

“I’m never too busy for you, kitten.” He leaned down to kiss her and almost got swiped by a tiger cub paw. Shogetsu was nestled in her lap and was playfully guarding his mistress.

She bopped the cub on the nose. “No! Bad kitty!” 

Shogetsu let out an affronted squeaky little roar and then rolled over to show his belly. 

Of course, it was impossible to stay mad at him when he did this and he knew it. Weaponized cuteness. The chatelaine struggled to keep her severe look, but a smile broke through and a moment later she was giving the tiger belly-rubs. 

Masamune chuckled. “I don’t think he learned his lesson, lass.”

She looked up, “Hmm? I didn’t catch that.”

“It’s not important. I’m glad to see you’re relaxed and enjoying yourself.” He grinned, though to be honest he was feeling a little jealous. Apparently it was better to be a cat than a husband. 

“Yeah, me and Shogestsu have been hanging out all morning. We went for a garden walk, ate breakfast and now he’s mostly napping. Must be nice to be a cat!”

“You tell me, kitten.” He reached down to muss her hair, avoiding another swipe by the tiger cub. 

“Shogetsu!” They both scolded in tandem.

The cub put a paw over his nose and refused to look up at either of them. 

“Awwww,” The chatelaine cooed at the cat and scratched behind his ears. 

Masamune felt a small spike of annoyance. He wanted to spend time with his wife, without the interference of a certain spunky cub. “I need to get back to my duties,” he told her, “But tonight, you’re all mine, lass. Got it?”

“Got it,” she grinned. 

He went back to his office and got back to reading reports and sending out orders. This kind of work almost made him wish for war. At least in battle, you faced your opponent directly and cut him down with a sword. Administering his lands meant facing enemies with no such simple solution. A never-ending conflict with no clear winner and no way to set the work down.

The day was tiring, but even with all that crowded his thoughts and demanded his attention, a kernel of him held onto anticipation for the night ahead. He thought with the chatelaine by his side, he could survive anything, even endless bureaucracy. 

Masamune sent a servant scurrying to get everything ready. A romantic, perfect meal, and an undisturbed evening. He could not wait. 

When he was finally able to put away his work, he met with the castle servants to finish his preparations for the evening. They handed everything over to him, and promised no interruptions unless it was an emergency. 

He would have preferred to cook for her himself, but a well prepared meal from the castle cooks was the next best thing. Masamune changed clothes, picked up the tray and headed to his rooms. 

As he slid the door open, his wife looked up from her embroidery. Her expression slid from pleasure to surprise and laughter. “Masamune! What are you wearing? Are those . . . cat ears?”

He gestured to where Shogetsu lay in her lap, lazily toying with a scrap bit of fabric. “I decided since my lovely lass likes cuddling kitties, I would be your tiger tonight.” Masamune lifted Shogetsu out of her lap and set him in the hall. He shut the door firmly and turned his attention to his lass. “You’re all mine now.”

She laughed and set her embroidery to the side. “You really were jealous of the cat!” 

“Maybe,” he admitted a little gruffly, his playful demeanor falling away for a moment. 

“Come here, tiger boy. I’ll make you purr.” She giggled and patted her lap. 

Masamune grinned. He loved her laughter and her smiles. “Who says I want to purr?” He pounced on her, lowering her back to the floor to pin her beneath him. “Maybe I’ll just eat you up,” he told her as he nuzzled her neck.

She kissed his cheek. “Who says we can’t do both? Hm?” 

He nipped at her ear. “At the same time even.” Masamune’s hand went to the ribbon securing the silly ‘tiger’ ears on his head but she stopped him. 

“No, no. Keep those on. You’re adorable in this disguise.” Her fingers combed through his hair and lightly over the fabric cat ears. 

Masamune felt his cheeks heat. “If you like them . . .” Then he laughed. Only this mad, beautiful woman could make him blush. No matter how many times they made love, she was always new and wonderful in his eyes. 

“Maybe I need a pair too?” She made a happy sound as he kissed down to the hollow of her throat, his fingers busily undoing her kimono. 

“Maybe you do,” he agreed. “My naughty kitten.”

“My wicked one-eyed tiger.”

“Just for tonight,” he grinned.

[voluntaryvictim]

hi i was scrolling through your blog and saw the post of dallon terrorizing the stage guy and here is context! crowd was going crazy for him during soundcheck just cheering him on EVERY time and it was amazing. he came back on stage when dallon was on and crowd, again, went crazy and dallon joined in :)

awwww love that glad it wasn’t terrorising <3