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poemsforchan · 9 months ago

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LOVE GALORE

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

summary: you meet Chan at a club and things get steamy from there.

word count: 3,579 words

warnings: NSFW, chan is always referred to as Chris, might be ooc?, mentions of alcohol, a lot of kissing, reader gets called pretty, sexual activities in the car, naked humping, thoughts of raw sex, that is all I can remember.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The blinding lights of the club hurt your eyes when you walk through the door. The stuffy air and loud music hit you full force and you almost feel like turning around and going back outside, where the atmosphere was chillier and less suffocating. Your friend’s hand on yours is what makes you move forward, navigating through the sea of bodies with a quick “Sorry!” or “Excuse me.” being thrown into the air even though no one could really hear you. Your friend lets go of your hand when you reach the bar, immediately trying to get the bartender’s attention to order a drink. In the meantime, you look around the place in hopes of seeing your other friends you were supposed to meet. You suspect it would have been better to meet up outside the club. You shoot up a quick text to the group chat and wait for a response, expecting at least one of them to check their phone. Your friend returns to you with a big smile and a colorful drink in her hand and she promptly drags you to the dance floor, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. It doesn't take long until you spot your friends and you move from your spot to stand beside them, exchanging hugs and loud words.

You dance with your friends for a bit, screaming lyrics and laughing as they make you twirl and do some silly dance steps. Mid twirl your eyes catch the stranger standing near the wall. He’s not alone, two other guys standing next to him with drinks in their hands and they laugh at something, but he’s staring only at you. The man is cute and very much attractive with dark hair, full lips and big muscles but you don’t stare at him for long, a bit too shy at the intense eye contact but you can almost feel him look at you even with your back turned to him. One of your friends catches your attention and you discreetly move your head towards the stranger behind you. She squinted her eyes in his direction, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be discreet and not completely obvious.

“You should talk to him!” She screams over the music, giving you two thumbs up in approval. You shake your head in horror, denying her suggestion. “He keeps looking at you!”

You want to check if it’s true but decide against it, not knowing what you would do if those intense eyes were still on you. You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious and scared that you were reading the signs wrong. You didn’t want to make a move just to be turned down because he was actually looking at one of your friends. Or maybe he was just looking around, too bored of the party and your eyes coincidentally met. You didn’t have much to lose but you wanted your pride to be kept intact. The rest of the group caught up on what was happening and they too proposed you going to talk to the mysterious man but when you denied their offers, they didn’t push you too much.

You kept having fun with your friends, the time passing too slowly and there were still a few hours to go before the agreed time to leave. Your friend, thankfully, asked you to go outside for a bit, feeling too hot and tired dancing. There’s an open area used mainly by smokers but a few people are sitting on the floor against the wall talking to each other. You and your friend find an empty spot, the rest of the group deciding to stay inside. She sits on the floor, completely ignoring the fact that it’s dirty, and you settle for leaning against the wall.

“You ok?” You ask her just to make sure.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you? We can leave earlier if you’re feeling tired.”

“Don’t worry.” You answer, looking around the place. “The guy inside was really hot. I kinda wish I had the guts to talk to him.”

“He was totally checking you out.” She laughs, looking up at you. “You’re so sexy, you should've jumped on him.”

You shake your head at the thought. “Never. Maybe he was looking at you. There’s no way I’ll embarrass myself.” Your friend replies with a “No way!” a bit too loud that has some people turning to look at you. “I’m serious!”

Your friend starts rambling about all of the signs the man was showing when looking at you, set on convincing you that he was indeed into you and should go for it. You don’t pay much attention to what she is saying, instead only catching a few words from time to time as you look at the people outside. You feel sleepy already - your day was too long for you to be partying all night but you weren't about to leave knowing you could stare at the pretty guy for a bit longer even if nothing was going to happen. You look back at your friend, still rambling about the man being “a pussy” and “doesn't know what he’s losing” as she gets up from her place to start walking inside. You laugh at her passion, your hand already holding hers so you don’t get lost in the crowd. The loud music hits you full force once again and you can tell your friend is still talking but you can’t really hear anything. The woman stops abruptly and you bump against her back, looking over her shoulder to see what happened. The pretty man stands in front of her, a shy smile on his lips as he says something near her ear. Your heart drops a bit and you scold yourself for getting a little bit of hope. He says something to your friend, she laughs and you just want to get out of there. You squeeze her hand before letting go, trying to signal that you were going back to the group standing a few meters away. Your friend quickly turns around with a big smile.

“He’s asking if he could steal you from me for a bit!” She screams over the music. You look at her confused. You? Maybe you didn't hear her correctly. “Was telling me he thinks you’re cute and wants to talk to you.”

“Why wouldn’t he just talk to me?” You ask a bit too loud, making the guy hear you too.

“I didn't want to seem like a creep or come onto you too strong. I don’t know, I’m nervous!” He replies, scratching the back of his neck.

Your friend pushes you closer to him before shouting a “have fun!” before rejoining your group. They’re close enough that they can see you if you need someone to save you and that makes you relax a bit. Still, it’s a bit awkward. The man’s eyes are too intense and you try your hardest to avoid eye contact. Instead, you look at your hands picking at the skin around your nails. A warm hand settles on yours, stopping your actions and making you look at the owner. He gets closer to your ear before saying “I’m Chris. You?” and you feel like you're going to combust on the spot. His hand is holding yours, his eyes are looking at you and you have an urge to just scream. His thumb is rubbing circles on your palm, moving to your fingers and then up to your wrist. He repeats the action multiple times, still looking at you and still waiting for your response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. You manage to say your name without embarrassing yourself further but you believe there’s steam coming out of your head when Chris smiles so sweetly at you and your legs turn into jelly. Your heart is beating too fast, your body is too hot and Chris is too close to you. Your eyes go from his to his lips and you don’t think you have ever wanted to kiss someone as bad as you want to kiss Chris. “You’re really pretty.” You hear him say and you swear you’re about to pass out and humiliate yourself in front of the hottest guy you have ever met. “Wanna go outside so we don’t have to keep yelling at each other?”

You almost want to argue that you haven't been yelling at each other because your brain turned into mush and you’re not talking at all but you still nod and he guides you outside, your hand still holding his. Chris takes you close to the spot you had previously stood with your friend. The cold air helps you organize your thoughts and stop overheating. With the stuffy air inside the club, the proximity and Chris’ breath hitting your neck, it was a matter of time before you passed out.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you first walked in.” He admits before his eyes widened and he quickly said “Not that I’m stalking you or anything! I just happened to see you and you’re really beautiful but I was so, so nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever done this but I knew I was gonna regret it if I didn't make a move. My friends were giving me a pep talk and when I saw you come back inside I just went for it. I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Don’t apologize, that was cute.” You giggle a little, feeling a lot calmer knowing you weren't the only one anxious. “You caught my eye too, I was just too shy to make the first move.”

Chris lets out a breath. “Good to know. I was scared my rambling was going to push you away and make you think I’m weird.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, I don't think that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking about what to say next.

Chris’ eyes move from yours to your lips for a second before he snaps back to reality and his eyes move up again. “I’m glad. Are you… are you sober?” Your eyes alternate between his and the tongue wetting his lips. Chris’ hand is still holding yours and he uses it to his advantage, pulling your body closer to his.

“Yeah…” you whisper, not wanting to break the moment. Your throat is dry and you wonder if alcohol would have helped you in this situation. “I’m the designated driver. Are you?” you ask back.

“Drank water all night.” He replies.

His answer is enough to make your lips crash. Chris holds the back of your head with his free hand while yours is grabbing his shirt. His lips are soft and taste a little bit minty - it makes you dizzy. You can't think of a kiss better than this one but you reckon it has to do with the man kissing you rather than the quality of it. It’s a bit sloppy and fast but knowing you’re kissing Chris is enough for this to be the best kiss of your life. He’s the one stopping the kiss first and you mindlessly chase his lips, your eyes still closed. He chuckles and gives you a few pecks. You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. Chris looks even more handsome with red, swollen lips that shiny a little from the lipgloss you had. His hand slides down your body from your head to your waist and you’re as close as possible. Every single thing you want to do to him plays in your mind like a movie and you even get surprised at your thoughts. It’s definitely a first.

For the first time since he talked to you, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck. His grip on your waist suggests he’s trying to hold himself back, eyes burning with desire. You pull him for another kiss, nails lightly scratching the back of his head as you play with his hair. You push Chris against the wall to deepen your kiss as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue. You don’t think you can go back to living your boring life after tonight and especially not after Chris starts being bold and slips a hand to grab your ass.

“Come home with me.” Chris whispers against your lips, then moving to kiss your jaw and neck.

“Can’t.” You manage to breathe out. “I have to drive my friends home.” You explain, throwing your head back to give him more space. The man sucks a hickey on your neck and hums at your words. “The backseats of the car are really spacious though.”

You don’t know why you were so bold suddenly but you knew you needed some kind of relief. Plus, having sex in the car was safer than going to his house. Right? It didn't matter either way - not when Chris looked at you with those eyes; like he was ready to undress you right there. He holds your hand again and guides you through the still full place until the exit. You manage to send a text to the groupchat informing your friends regarding what is about to happen (texting with one hand was harder than you expected but you’re almost sure they will be able to understand despite the horrible mistakes). When you reach the exit, you guide Chris to where your car was parked and the walk felt longer than you remembered. You unlock your car but Chris claims your lips before you have the chance to open the door. His hands travel up and down your body and you pull his hair a bit to make him stop. The man full-on groans while kissing you and you’re quick to reach behind you to grab the door handle before you decide to just drop on your knees to hear him groan like that again. You open the door and quickly go inside, laying on the backseat with your head propped on the window. Chris gets on top of you, almost forgetting to close the door if it wasn't for your warning. He goes back to kissing you as soon as you’re in the privacy of your car (which wasn't much. Sure, your windows were tinted but you doubt you will be controlled enough that people passing by don't know what is happening). You separate just long enough to pull his shirt off before your lips are crashing again.

“Do you… fuck… do you have a condom?” You ask, breathless, while grinding your hips against his already hard dick.

His eyes widened. “No! I didn’t think I was gonna need it.” He runs his fingers through his hair, making it even more messy. “I can just go down on you or something?”

The thought of Chris between your legs is definitely something and you’re inclined to say yes but, today, you’re focused on both of you. However, you hope you can see Chris again to fulfill the fantasy of having the handsome man pleasing you with his tongue, whether he’s between your thighs or under you while you ride his nose. Right now you have to deny his request, instead unzipping his pants. “We could just… do this?” Your front humps against him and Chris groans, moving his hips.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s fine.” He replies weakly. “Just… hold on, fuck.” Chris grabs your legs to help you take off your shoes and then works to unzip your jeans, sliding them off your legs with a bit of struggle. He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to take his dick out and your jaw drops at the sight. Chris is pretty everywhere and you mentally curse yourself for not having condoms on you because you could be feeling his dick inside of you right now. One of his hands rests next to your head, supporting his body while the other guides his dick to touch cunt - your underwear being the only thing in between. Chris groans with each thrust, surprisingly vocal in this situation, which gets you to imagine how much louder you can make him be. For the first time in your life, you kind of want to get fucked raw by this guy you just met. Obviously you don’t. Instead, you pull your underwear to the side so you can get more friction. Chris, to your displeasure, thrusts against you rather than into you but it’s the best you will get in this situation. The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your clit and you cling onto his shoulders like he will just disappear. He kisses you and bites your neck between sweet, groans and then his warm hands are pushing your top up so your bra is on display for him.

“Take it off for me.” Chris pleads and you immediately do as it says. The position is a bit awkward and it takes you a bit longer than normal to take off your strapless bra but as soon as you manage, Chris’ hand is touching your boobs, pulling softly a nipple between two fingers. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers. “And you have the prettiest pussy…” Chris grunts. Your brain almost doesn't process the words coming out of his mouth. The man who was too shy to talk to you had the dirtiest mouth during sex but you would never complain. Not when he looked at you like you were an angel, the prettiest person he has ever seen. “I can’t wait… f-fuck… I can't wait to fuck her.” Chris’ hand slides down your front until his fingers are circling your clit for an extra stimulation. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You think your brain short circuited due to Chris’ words and at the fact that his dick, at times, gets dangerously close to your entrance. “You’d take me so well, wouldn't you?” You realize Chris’ words aren't directed at you and the whiplash you get from the guy you talked to at the party and the man humping you in the backseat of your car is insane.

With difficulty, you find your voice to whimper a “‘m gonna cum. Keep doing it like that.” that has Chris kissing you again. His fingers maintain the rhythm you asked for and it doesn't take long until you cum with a moan of his name. Chris helps you ride out your orgasm and his thrusts get a bit sloppy at the same time. Your hands find his hair, now slightly more curled than you remember seeing at the party and sticking to his forehead. “Are you close?” Chris nods eagerly. You pull his hair a bit, drinking in the way a moan falls off his lips so red and swollen from all of the kissing. Chris thrusts a few more times before spilling all over your stomach with heavy breaths.

Post-nut clarity hits Chris hard. “I am so sorry!” He says with widened eyes. “I don’t know why I said those things.” He looks down at your body, his cheeks getting a cute shade of red that you’re not sure is from the heat or embarrassment. “And I got you all dirty, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine, don’t worry. I enjoyed it.” You calm him down but feel a bit shy yourself. “I have tissues in my purse. I think I threw it in the front seat. Can you get it for me?”

Chris looks over the front seat and reaches to grab the purse. You grab the tissues but he stops you and takes it from your hand. You never believed in love at first sight but butterflies are partying in your stomach while Chris gently cleans you. When he’s done he pulls your panties back in place and smiles kindly at you, dimples on full display. You tug him for another kiss, this one slower than the ones you’ve been giving him so far. You both get dressed fairly quickly after you read the clock and realize your friends might show up at any moment. Chris opens the car door, looks around to see if anyone is near and then hops out the car. You get out after and leave the door open to hopefully get rid of the smell of sex. Chris pulls you by the waist to get another kiss and it confirms that you both like kissing each other more than anything.

You see your friends walking to your car when you stop kissing, a bit drunk and laughing loudly at something.

“I have to drive my friends home but… You could come to my house after.” You say quietly, a bit shy and scared that Chris didn’t feel all of those butterflies too and this was a one time thing. “If you want.”

He pulls out his phone from the back pocket and hands it to you unlocked. “Give me your number and I’ll text you so you can send me the address? My friend is gonna drop me off at my place and I’ll just drive to yours when you’re done.”

“It’s late though. Are you sure?” You question, taking his phone and creating a new contact with your number.

“One hundred percent.”

You get teased by your friends all the way but you barely listen to their words, thoughts filled with Chris and the second encounter happening when you get home.

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melanatedeuph0ria · 7 months ago

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the boy is mine ⋆˙⟡♡

rick grimes x black!fem! reader

since he’d arrived in alexandria, you and rick have gone from complete strangers to close friends. you’d proven to be extremely useful to his team-after all, you were a great shot and had skin tougher than steel. but now, you’ve started seeing rick in a different, more romantic light. will your newly-developed crush on the police officer be reciprocated as you’d dreamed?

summary: you and rick go on a run for supplies. some hidden feelings get uncovered along the way.

NOTE: this fic takes place in alexandria era BEFORE negan (i’m guessing like s6 bc i forgot)

a/n: MY FIRST FIC EVER AAAAA i’m hoping its ok bc i’m literally just going w the flow lmao

also sorry ts took so fucking long i still have school n stuff guys 🙏🏽😞

genre: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort idk

warnings: blood, zombies, cursing, use of n word, near-death experience

“y/n! you ready to head out?”, rick yelled as he leaned against a silver sedan parked in front of Alexandria’s gates.

after finding yourself caught in a conversation with maggie and glenn, you quickly swooped your head around to acknowledge the gruff man, your eyes widening at the sound of his southern drawl lingering on your name.

“yeah, I’m comin’!” you croaked, creasing your lips into a nervous smile. after a moment, you made your way over to his car, backpack slung over your back.

you and rick were headed to a small, nearby grocery store that an old-time alexandrian claimed was hidden away from the frequent commotion of the town. there was a 50/50 chance that it might’ve or might’ve not been looted, but you both weren’t willing to skimp out on this rare opportunity. after all, the community was running short on food and supplies-it started getting obvious that it was once people were given smaller portion sizes than normal.

and it was you who, stupidly enough, agreed to check out the area with none other than your best friend you’ve been harboring a crush on, rick grimes.

you were intrigued with the man from the moment he stepped foot into alexandria-he lowkey terrified you, him AND his group, but that only sparked your urge to get to know them a bit more. you didn’t actively seek interaction with them- it was by really by circumstance when you had the chance to kinda intermingle with them all. you forgot how you and rick even met each other, to be honest. he knew you were a good shot and had skin tough as nails, that’s for sure. you had grown into something of a maternal figure for Carl, his teenage son, although it took a while for him to finally warm up to you. you couldn’t blame him, to be honest. you knew he’d been through some rough shit-he told you about his mom and what he was forced to do to her after she’d been bitten and just delivered judith, his month-old half-sister. nonetheless, you and rick were both each other’s rocks; he cared for you unlike anyone else in alexandria, and you adored certain things about him-his deep, southern voice when he gently called your name. the traces of vanilla and bourbon cologne left on his clothes despite sweating all day-most of the time he didn’t even bother trying to put it on, but the days he did, you subconsciously noticed. him surprising you with 90’s rnb album CDs that he’d snatched on his runs- once he’d surprised you with a whole erykah badu album, and since then, you’ve kept it under lock and key inside your nightstand. his damp, ruffled hair as he stops by your house for a towel to dry it off because he never seemed to have any of his own; you let him in without much question, of course, but for the past few weeks he’s been on your porch steps, your heart’s been pumping at speeds you’ve never experienced before-at least, not in a while-a zombie apocalypse ruins one’s concept of love when the one you’re in love with can slip from your fingers in a heartbeat.

but could it be? could you really be in love with your best friend in a zombie apocalypse? you were sure of it, but horrified to know if he felt the same, which is why you didn’t even realize your leg was was anxiously bouncing up and down on the floor of the car until…

“y/n. you alright?”

“huh? oh y-yeah, i’m good. what’s wrong?”

“nothin’, you’re just..extra quiet.”

“do i need to start talkin’?” you didn’t mean for that to come off as rude as it did. you were just nervous, nervous about what he’d tell you if you told him how you truly felt.

“no, no, it’s fine. you don’t gotta say nothin’ if you don’t feel like it.”

aww shit, now i feel bad, you thought. you tried your hardest not to sink into the car seat in shame so he wouldn’t notice yet another thing off about you today. you tilted your head to the window.

“we made it.” in what seemed like a flash, you and Rick were parked outside the convenience store. did you zone out that hard? not that it mattered anymore. you climbed out of the car and you both took a closer look at the store. it was abandoned all right-at least, it could’ve just looked that way-but it still looked intact. untouched by the world. you hoped that would also apply to whatever awaited inside.

bigger than what i thought it’d be, you thought as you peered at the building.

“bigger than i thought it would be.” rick said aloud.

is this nigga reading my mind..? you thought. “let’s just hope there’s no walkers on the inside.” you said in an attempt to reassure yourself that there were no undead lurking around.

You looked back at Rick for a response or some sort of agreement, but when you did, out of the corner of your eye you saw him damn near snap his neck just to stare back at the store. he cleared his throat loudly. the gesture alone radiated an anxious energy, something you had almost never sensed in the man since knowing him. it was kinda like he was afraid of getting caught…wait…

..was rick staring at you? and how long had you gone without even noticing?

if he was staring, it certainly wasn’t for no reason. you are undoubtedly stunning, so much in fact that some people were envious of your beauty before and during the apocalypse. your rich, brown skin, glistening in the hot, june sun, and your thick, coily hair, pulled into a low puff, were just a few of your most admirable features, both inside and out.

shaking the thought off your mind, you both finally approached the building, carefully peeling open its glass doors and sliding inside. you knew the drill already, but rick felt the need to tell you again, which wasn’t to your surprise at this point. “i’ll take the left side, you take the right. we’ll use our walkies to communicate-if you’re in trouble, i’ll be right there, alright?” you nodded in compliance-you both knew you could handle yourself-but you couldn’t help but bite down a smile when he said that. his low, whispery voice was strangely reassuring, like he cared for you as a lover instead of a friend. you felt your cheeks begin to burn-it’s not really like he could tell anyway, for obvious reasons, but also because it was dark as hell in the store- you assumed the owners didn’t survive long enough to pay the electricity bill.

you were shocked to see that the aisles were just barely looted-you we’re expecting them to show signs of being scavenged at least a bit, but there they were, filled to the brim with food that would just about save Alexandria from starvation.

you clicked on your walkie and held it up to your mouth. “holy shit.” is all that could manage to come out of your mouth right now.

“looks like we hit the jackpot.” rick replied on the on the other line. he already knew what your “holy shit” meant.

with caution, you strolled down the “canned goods” aisle, looking up and down each section in awe. you came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the rows, gazing at everything in stock until your eyes settled on a can of peaches. you knew they were probably expired, you expected everything else in there to be, but you were curious to see what the expiration date read on its back, to see how long it’d been since the world went to hell. you held the can in your left hand, examining the date on its back: 10/18/09; it’d been expired a year before the apocalypse even began…

didn’t think it’d be that expired.., you murmured to yourself as you creased your lips into a disgusted frown. just as you began to set the specimen back on the shelf, a loud thud from underneath the rack sent it bouncing upwards, startling you so badly that the can slipped from your fingers and splattered onto the floor into a mushy mess. somehow, there was a walker under there, reaching its pale, maggot-infested limbs out to grasp at your leg. your eyes immediately traveled to the undead as you quickly thought of how you could quickly end its 2nd life. you frantically tugged your imprisoned foot backwards in an attempt to break free, reaching into your leather sheath and pulling out your dagger halfway, but, soon enough, you were met with an even more terrifying scenario. your back clashed violently with the rack behind you, and a walker on the other side, suddenly aroused by the sound and the smell of your human flesh, reached its spindly hand through a wide, open hole in the decaying rack. its hand curled around your throat with enough pressure to keep you pinned to the shelf while you also tried to free your leg from the walker below you.

“RICK, I NEED HELP!” you yelled out into the aisle. it was a risky move and could probably attract even more walkers than what was already threatening you, but you couldn’t get a good grip on your dagger and that was the only weapon you had. calling for backup was the only option you had left.

the oncoming presence of death pricked at prodded at your skin like thorns. the thought that-in that moment, you could be bitten, and all of your hopes and ambitions for the future could immediately be crushed-left you speechless, stricken with terror.

just as the walker grabbing at your neck prepared to take a bite out of it, rick appeared and stabbed it right in its head. just after you finally freed yourself from its grasp, the man noticed the walker on the ground and stomped on its skull, leaving a bloody, mushy mess on the floor, but you were too panicked to even notice.

an exasperated sigh escaped your mouth. “oh my God, rick, you’re a lifesaver-“

your rushed, panicky words were interrupted when he suddenly crashed his lips onto yours. your eyes immediately widened at the sensation of his coarse lips pressing onto yours, soft and plump, then slowly fluttered shut. your breathing, at first rapid and filled with anxiety, had simmered down into slow and steady breaths as his lips passionately devoured yours. almost subconsciously, he trailed his right hand, roughened with scars and calluses, on the nape of your neck, holding you closer than ever before as he rested his left hand on your hip. his ocean blue eyes drifted shut as he explored you, desperate for your touch, before he slowly pulled away from the kiss to give you some time to breathe. you fluttered your eyes back open and waited for him to look up at you.

“i’m-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that, just so randomly. fuck…” rick babbled rapid apologies before a frustrated, shaky sigh escaped from his mouth. without thinking, you cupped his cheek, burning with the embarrassment of his decision, and leaned into him, rewarding him with a kiss of your own; it only seemed fair after he saved your life and your heart in only a matter of seconds. his eyes fluttered shut at your touch as your other hand tangled into his neatly combed hair. you let the feeling of your lips gently pressed together linger for a few seconds before you slowly pulled away. you felt your heart buzzing with excitement but also with relief, now that you knew that he’d been storing feelings for you this entire time. a confident grin appeared on your face as you looked up at him.

“i like you too, grimes.”

-the end. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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yurinaa-world · 3 months ago

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Hi‼️‼️

I saw ur requests were open, so can I request Dr ratio with a reader that's like hitori gotoh/bocchi from bocchi the rock?

It's totally up to u if u want it platonic

Bocchi is an extremely introverted girl with high social anxiety, making it very difficult for her to talk to strangers. She often tries to avoid interactions. (The anime is like k-on?)

If u haven't watched it, then replace bocchi with a character u know that has a similar personality traits as bocchi

Ok have a good day/night‼️‼️

"𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜?"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Veritas Ratio x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's like hitori gotoh

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

Veritas is all for pushing past boundaries to fund yourself (it's deep under the silver-tongued tone he speaks in) but he knows you well, you've always been the way you are since the first time you met each other.

Even if you say you don’t remember it he sure does (might’ve been the best day of his life), you somehow grew into something more, and now you're still together (the real ride or die). He can see how you try your hardest. All that comes out is whispers accompanied by slight stutters whenever you talk with anyone else (it’s not too bad when you talk to him).

Whenever he sees you at the same event as him (standing in the corner, looking down, hoping to leave the second you get there) forget anyone he's talking to, he wants to check on you. (he adores more than anyone else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

What were you thinking about coming here, it’s so obvious you don’t belong here. Standing in the corner while everyone else congregates in the middle of the room in big groups (everyone but you), talking about the big milestones in their lives or showing off credentials.

“I’ve just gotten my degree in…” “I got the highest score in the entire…” hearing the small snippets of conversations that just made you want to leave more. Still, it would be embarrassing when people immediately notice you going as the event starts. The best thing to do is to keep your arms crossed and look down, hoping that no one will take to you and you’ll just get out of this perfectly fine.

Maybe in your last ditch effort, looking around to see if anyone’s alone as well, just to see anyone who was alone, immediately get with their friends or people they were waiting for. This is just getting worse for you.

“If you think everyone else is in the same predicament as your pitiful self, then you’re mistaken.” You know that voice from anywhere, turning to your side to see Veritas standing next to you with his arms crossed and a blank expression. You feel a bit embarrassed for being called out.

“I wasn’t doing that….just looking…”

“Looking at people talking while you stand here like a sore thumb? I doubt that’s the case.”

Now this is just downright humiliating and makes you think he just loves calling you out, which makes you curse him out in your head the entire time. “I have you, so it’s not like I'm a complete loner.” You just murmur, it’s a shameless last ditch to pull since already his next words might be like ‘I was just talking to you in pity’—maybe that imagination was a bit mischaracterized.

He just sighs at the words you just spoke, this event is not suited for you, so you both will just leave together, taking the initiative to interweave your hand in his. “The back exit is this way if you don’t want to draw attention.

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oliverstarksbae · 11 months ago

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Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

#evan buckley #911 fanfic #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x y/n #911 fox #911 fic #911 show #911 show x reader #911 x reader #911 angst #●Evannys● ♡work♡#evan buckley angst #911edit

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marte-14 · 3 months ago

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Ravio Universe AU

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It has taken a while for everyone to understand who was whose counterpart's.

But Sky spotted his mirror version immediately, after all he was carrying the Master Sword.... At least his version.

He couldn't take his eyes off him, and he noticed that Astral couldn't either.

On the Lorulian Hero's back there is Ghirahim, in his sword form. He is identical to the last time he saw him: blade of a dark crimson, the strange rhomboid form and the black handle.

The only difference is that the upside down Triforce is gold, not red like blood.

Sky is feeling a familiar sensation of fear in his stomach, images of escaping that swords strike at the last second, before it split open his head in half.

"Are you ok?" Wars asks, Sky nods quickly:"Y-yeah." He manages to look away:" Just surprised!" He tries to justify:" Didn't expect to meet heroes from a parallel universe!" Wars doesn't look convinced:" Yeah! We already have our time travel shenanigans, this is even stranger!" he doesn't question further, luckily.

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Everyone settles down, waiting for the dinner to be ready.

Each Link and Ravio are with their counterparts, asking questions and confronting adventures.

While around the fire the chattering is very lively and calm, on the other hand, at edge of the camp, the tension is rising between the two Chosen Heroes.

"You were cursed as well..." It's not a question, Astral tone is firm and direct to the point:" Yes..." Sky glances to the side, where they have placed their swords.

"You have him..."

"And you have her..." There is a touch of resentment in his voice.

Sky eyes return to Astral, frowning:" Fi was my companion during my adventure." Astral stares him in the eyes:" Must have been a really boring adventure."

"Fi helped me a lot. She was always kind and patient, answering all my questions about the surface. She made sure I got back home."

Astral rolls his eyes, scoffing:" Sure. Kind. Of course." Sarcasm is dripping from him.

Sky, logically knows that the Fi that Astral is talking about is not his Fi. Just like Astral's Ghirahim is not the one he met.

Still his blood is starting to boil.

"As if that demon was a better company." He says, without measuring his words.

Astral's posture is tense now:" He was of amazing company. Always with a ridiculous joke, trying to make me laugh. Always full of confidence that I would get Hilda back."

"On the other hand-" he waves in Fi's direction:" That cold hearted monster doesn't care about anything but her beloved Master!" His tone is louder.

Sky gets up:" That creepy bloodthirsty freak isn't better!"

There is no way to tell who jumped on who.

Sky only knows that he is on the ground, wrestling Astral and blind rage is the only thing driving them now.

"Sky!" One of his brothers shouts, but he completely ignores him.

Astral has a stronger grip than Sky, he pins him to the ground ready to punch him.

Astral may be stronger but Sky is quicker. He grabs his scarf, pulling him and headbutting him, as hard as he can.

Astral loses his hold of Sky, but still manages to punch him in the face.

Sky tries to attack back, but he is pinned back down again:" Cut it out!" This time by Warriors and Twilight.

"Astral! Calm down!" In the meantime, Minus and Midday are holding back Astral.

Hope and Time are standing between them, both concerned:" Sky! This isn't like you!" "Friend, deep breaths."

Finally, the two stop and accept to be treated for the wounds they inflicted on each other.

"What happened? You were acting strange even before." Wars tries to get answers but Sky stays silent, same Astral when Hope asks questions.

He just gives Hyrule the time to put badges on the worse injuries before getting up:" Sky!" Astral dies the same:" Astral!"

"If you-" Sky points a finger on his chest:"-Talk about Fi like that again. Not even your goddess will be able to save you."

Astral grabs his wrist tightly:" Try to even say Ghirahim's name and you will beg to face the Demon King again, instead of me."

He lets go of Sky.

They both turn in the opposite directions and leave to take a walk.

Their companions don't try to call for them.

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As already said under Astral's original post, Sky and Astral don't get along.

This is just the first of many fights between the two, even if they restrain themselves from punching the other, only for their brothers' sake.

#linked universe #ravio universe #sketch #traditional art #my art #lu sky #lu ravio #ru astral #my fanfiction

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yuniniverse · 11 months ago

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OH MY GODDDDD YOUR ACCOUNT IS THE BEST TBH ugh i am so lucky i wanna gate keep like girl you are too good to be trueeee i have been reading for a while and now i wanna make a lil request it goes smth like this we all know minjae hates being called short what if he finds a friend that hypes him up and tells him they are the same and stuff like that and they are friends from the same training program and she was under sm like him back then and stuff like that idk sorry if i bothered but really girl i love like I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOOOO MUCHHHH 🩷🩷🩷

PAIRING ! ━ idol!minjae x idol!reader

GENRE ! ━ Friends to strangers(?) To lovers, fluff, seems rushed I'm so sorry TvT, slight angst

WORD COUNT ! ━ 2445 words

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ I kid you not when I saw this I nearly cried because of how sweet you are :( I'm so sorry for the delay love uni is shit esp with all my sem end exams but thank God I have a few days off so I can work back on requests~ I hope you like it <3

SONG RECCS ! ━ Stardust Lovesong by Jihyo, Whispers of Love by Lim Hayoung

dm to be in my taglist!!

The speakers blared through the studio while minjae sat in one corner, his head turned to face the computer that lit the dim room and played their debut song, spacing out completely, draining out the noise to muffled sound of the song as his mind thinks of a hundred things, things that made him feel not so great, mad even.

Recalling memories of how excited he was a week back, jumping around like a kangaroo as his members gave him a playful questioning look as they all looked at their first ever concert costumes. Everyone was busy talking about it, the maknaes calling junghoon to brag about how excited they were and showed off a few steps as spoilers for the concert as they huddled together and screamed at junghoon who just wanted to sleep if it weren't for seeun spamming his phone and disrupting his peaceful slumber.

The entire way from KQ to their venue Minjae was the happiest and didn't even try to hide it, he dragged his members around to make tiktoks that he could post later and even dragged yujun around forcing the poor boy, who just wanted to eat in peace,the venue which seemed so pretty to him. But it all dimmed when he saw all the members get compliments while he just got taunted for his height, he loved roadys and sure they were just joking around, but he can't help but feel hurt.

"MINJAE!" He snaps out of trance, jumping on his feet as he hears you scream his name, "you spaced out for a while, you ok?" You asked. Minjae smiled, he knew if anyone only you would understand his struggles, both of you were the leaders of your group and have been training together, transferring from sm to kq and helping each other with debuting. He shook his head and stood up, making his way to you as he put on a forced smile. You on the other hand knew something was going on, your worries only grew when you saw a tear slip from his eye, which he immidiately wiped off, looking away in order to avoid your upcoming lecture. You only hugged him to which he responded back by hugging you, his embrace grew tighter as he did his best to hold back tears but let go as soon as he felt your hand rub circles on his back, his mother would always rub circles on his back whenever he was down or was afraid he wouldn't debut and you stood there watching with a smile, this gesture made him realise he was homesick too but couldn't go back home yet. He couldn't help but cry onto your shoulder to which you could only console him by back rubs. "Sorry" he mumbled as he snuggled and wiped away his tears, backing away from the hug. Confused, you ask why and he says "You're leaving next week for your groups tour and promotions, the last thing you'd want to see is me crying" he says as he looks at you with glistened eyes, you insisted it was fine, he was your friend, someone who you loved even but was too shy to tell him, to see him breakdown shattered you. You held his hand, taking him to the nearest convenience store and bought him ramen, helping him sneak the packets into his dorm before junmin catches him and lectures the two of you how it's bad for your health. It was only after you heard minjae giggle for the first time in that day did you leave him alone, dropping him to his dorm and running back to yours.

You felt happy that you helped him, even happier when you heard his giggles. You wished you could hug him for hours and tell him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for being so strong when situations weren't siding with him. However all the happiness you had was drained when you saw your members running around the form, packing their stuff, You asked your manager what was going on and your manager said how your group had to leave the first thing tomorrow morning as your schedules got leaked and your company couldn't risk in any of your groupmates or you to be hurt as a similar incident took place earlier when your group first debuted and it resulted to your you get members getting hurt the most and having to skip one or two schedules because of the injuries they had gotten. You nod, following your members to your room as you rush to pack your things. It was when you were done is when you realised you didn't tell minjae. Especially since it would be a month or so till you came back to Korea from tour and individual schedules.

You text him but ofcourse it was way past midnight at the time and with how junmin behaved more motherly to minjae than minjaes own mother, you thought probably he was asleep. Your assumption turning out to be true as you checked your phone in the morning again, before you left you checked one last time only to your dismay as the message left as unread.

It was only after your plane took off and you were allowed to turn on your phone after the plane was in cruising altitude did you see your phone blowing up with messages, you smile at minjaes dramatic messages but also felt slight sadness as you two couldn't say your goodbyes properly.

Minjae, although his texts being way over dramatic, was sad as well. He wanted to be there for you as well. His heart warmed up when you hugged him, the tip of his ears reddening as he remembers the sweet words you said as you rubbed his back. It wasn't the fact that he was homesick or that he was down at roadys remarks about him, he cried the most when he realised he was in your arms. You were his weakness, his everything. He always adored how you would care to everyone's needs, in his eyes you were the perfect leader. His heart melting at how you'd always comfort your members, be it hugging them or calling up their family and making their favourite dishes even if it was your first time just to see your members cherry selves. How you'd always be so soft and considerate with your fans. He saw everything from afar, he saw you grown in his eyes. The first time you came to sm, it was after he had been a trainee for a year. Your eyes shining as you saw your seniors practice, the way you jumped when you got your routines correct, to how you cried and laughed in his arms after your debut. He held every moment he spent with you close to his heart.

So it's safe to say how it would always be like he was missing a part of him whenever you went for tours or just away from him in general. His feelings for you growing more and more day after day, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again whenever he saw you smile or heard your laughs.

You on the other hand was questioning life, mostly the youngest and the oldest. You caught them eating ice creams peacefully as they watched the other two other maknaes run around, the rest of the members joined in, throwing pillows around the hotel room and causing chaos, at midnight. You slapped your head on your forehead, picking up the fallen pillows, your face defeated at the room being such a mess. You glared at the oldest who was deemed to be the "mother of the group" just standing there trying to stifle her laugh. You threw a pillow at one of your members when they laughed at you, causing another round of pillow fight. All of your hair and clothes being disheveled as laughter echoed throughout the room. It was only when your manager walked in did you guys stop. There was a moment of silence, all knowing they were gonna get their ice cream privileges away again, after all your company was famous for weird bans. You stood up and bowed, your hand swinging around motioning your members to scatter off to their rooms, to which all of them did with giggles. Your manager stood there defeated. Handling ten girls was way worse than babysitting any child. He only sighed, knowing your stylists are gonna be mortified at the condition of your hair being all over the place and trying to fix all ten of you girls.

After what seemed like eternity, you were at the airport back again, waiting for your flight back to Korea. You couldn't help but excitedly text minjae everything that happened, the past month was amazing for both you and your members. Everything seemed too perfect, from how you had fun in stages to late night screaming coming from rooms because you guys wanted to play some games but resulted to cheating and some biting.

It was all too perfect to be too true. You should've seen this come to a stop as you landed back to Korea. Your laughs were interrupted by your manager running to you, telling you guys to hold to each other close as the schedules were leaked again and the entire airport was packed with reporters and fans. You could see your members getting worried. You did as you were told, you trailed behind, holding onto one of the members hand as you tried your best to shield all of them from the mobbing. All your efforts going to vain as stepping outside the airport led to more crowd, your eyes teared up at the sight of your members being pushed down, some having their yanked, you were too scared, trying your best to get out of the situation and keeping your head low, holding onto your members hands tightly. Although you girls managed to get inside the bus, seeing how some cried because of how they were hurt both physically and mentally, some "fans" even cursing at them in the airport. You felt helpless. It was as if the perfect life came to an abrupt stop. You put on a smile for them, trying to cheer them up. Ofcourse your mind was clouded with several things as well. With how people always called you a "cheap copy" of your seniors, your members labelled with even worse names.

You sighed, plopping down on the sofa with your bag, your eyes followed your silent members walk to their rooms and settle down quietly. The silence was too much, especially for a group that always had their staffs running with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in because of how much they screamed. You missed it. They would get better, you knew that, but the fact that you couldn't protect your group made you feel like the worse leader possible. You wanted to let it out, but you couldn't. You felt you were being too dramatic.

But the entire form remained silent, only slight glances were made to your manager who visited to keep track of the girls who were injured. You were scratched too, but you were too caught up to notice. You stand up, telling your manager that you'd be going for a walk, giving a small smile to the girls as a way of saying your ok just that you needed some fresh air to clear your head.

You didn't even notice you weren't speaking to minjae as you two did. You felt guilty for it all. The fear of loosing everyone you loved just because you were 'confused' was too overwhelming. Before you knew it, tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin. You sobbed silently as each step you took seemed heavier than the other. The fact that you thought you were drifting away from minjae made you feel as if your entire world was crumbling down.

Fortunate to you, it started pouring, your tears were disguised as raindrops on your face. "Y/n?" You stopped walking, you could hear your heart beating as you recognised the voice. You couldn't turn around, not when you look like a mess.

Minjae walked up to you, his smile grew wider as he recognised the back of your head, his smile immediately dropped as he saw your glistening eyes, you kept insisting it was the rain but minjae could see right through you. You eventually gave in, you rant out to him, feeling so hopeless, you were supposed to be his comfort and yet here you were having a breakdown yourself. He steps forward to hug you, letting go of the umbrella as he held you so softly, him pushing you lightly towards the streetlight as your back rested against the pole, patting your head as he rests his chin above your head, muttering a bunch of 'its ok' as you first his shirt in your hands and sob into his chest. Only when you calmed down did he break the hug, his hands on your shoulders as he stared at you. His eyes flickering to your lips, his heart racing at how you were pouting, your face best red from all the crying and staying so close to him. He inches his face towards you, his eyes still staring into yours. His hands cup your cheek as he whispers 'may i?' to which you close the gap instead, you feel him smiling against your lips as he kisses you soft and slow, his one hand going to your waist and pulling you closer. Minjae breaks the kiss, smiling as he lays another kiss at the tip of your nose. "You are the best leader I've ever known, don't ever doubt yourself ever again because you are truly one of the best people I've ever met" he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I wish we were together in all our lives and in all the universes" you say as you held his hand while walking, smiling at how red minjae had gotten hearing your words, he looks at you, kissing the back of your hand that is still intertwined with his, still maintaining eye contact with you

"I know we are lovers in every universe and in every life time" he says, you clear your throat in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. He laughs at you and pulls you with your hand to steal another kiss from you, mumbling 'cute' in between the kisses.

#minjae #xikers minjae #xikers #xikers drabbles #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers x reader #xikers fanfic #minjae x reader #minjae fluff #kim minjae #idk how to feel abiut this?#yunis works #yuniverse

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in-halingstardust · 5 months ago

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haii congrats on 200 !! 😗😗 for the matchup event im ok with spicy and i prefer a guy ^_^ !! im a girl using she/her pronouns n im in uni doing psych ! im 5’6 w a slender build i hv small boobs + no ass �� i hv long black hair and i wear glasses ! im chinese and my face is round-shaped + i have bangs. i dont like being around too many strangers but i am able to start convos easily, im v bubbly and loud w my friends and i often speak my mind + i am v stubborn. i cant sleep without hugging something and im vv weak w cold temperatures ! i looove karaoke + napping and i hv a rlly bad sweet tooth + i love spicy food ! i like collecting lotions + pink items. i tend to get v sleepy + i can sleep up to 12 hours, i can b very blunt and i experience mood swings easily. im a leo sign and my love language is gift giving ! i am quite insecure ab my appearance but i lkke to act conceited (fake it till you make it 🥹) i like to dance + i take up lots of leadership roles (but i hv really bad stage fright !) i focus on my studies alooot and i am a germaphobe. im very sensitive and i cry easily + i stress eat ! sorry this was a little long omg but thank you so much and congrats again on 200 ~

Sorry you will have to deal with a little bit of the cold but I feel this is pretty cute hehe. Hope you enjoy this! Again, so sorry I am so late :,0

I’m going to pick Gepard for you! ˖*°࿐

If we talk about expectations, good leaders, and overall someone who is going to pamper you I’d have to say Gepard is the fit. Especially learning everything he knows from his sisters. Very sweet boi ᡣ𐭩.

Gepard, lowkey, is a very good shopping partner, not only is he ready to carry bags, but he also has a slight sense of fashion due to Serval’s tutelage. Baby pink vs pastel pink, yes, he knows there is a difference. Spicy food? No problem, he’s a wimp but still tries his best for you. Prepare for lots of ice cream after the burn, Lynx showed him where all the good stops are.

Your private life with Gepard, I think is pretty vanilla till you both warm up with each other. Maybe a handcuff or blindfold thrown into the mix but nothing too hardcore unless you requested!

❥ With him being an enforcer Gepard always worries about clipping the handcuffs too tight. Ah, sorry. Was that too tight? Super gentle as he guides your cuffed hands over his head so you're spooning him. Gepard’s eyes are full of emotion, the way his kisses start out slow and hesitant till you're completely drowning. ❥ What he enjoys the most is letting his calloused fingers run over your soft body. Learning what you love, what tickles, what is uncomfortable. Mostly his calloused fingers will explore your body. Loves going slow and steady with a dim light on to see your face as he makes love to you. ❥ Gentle aftercare! Carried to the shower, massaged with a different type of lotion, blow dry your hair, before cuddling in bed.

#.inhalingthoughts #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr gepard #gepard x reader #gepard smut #matchups

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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Ahh your writing is so wonderful! I have a request for Crosshair x F!Reader for “I’m not letting you out of my sight”

Like they both have a secret crush on each other but they are at a bar and Crosshair sees someone try to hit on you and he gets sexy possessive jealous?? 🫢🤌 NSFW is ok! 😈

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Ohhhh I love me some possessive tropes... Lets get it on~ I might come back and touch this one up a bit since i'm not totallyyyy happy with the way things flow, but I really wanted to write and post some naughty Crosshair; I've been doing so much fluff

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mild instances of a stranger being a little pushy flirty, Semi-public sex, Slightly rough sex, It's crosshair so any sort of emotional communication is awful, Unprotected sex

This bar is, shady. To put it lightly.

It could be worse, but it's very clear that this is the bar to go to when one is finished with some less than savory business, or you're persona non grata everywhere else.

But as such, it's also the only bar in this dank, dreary city that'll serve clones, so it's not as if you are all swimming in options. Of course you all finally get some shore leave, and it's on this sunken heap of a planet. The whole place smells like smog; Like some of the lowest, darkest levels of Coruscant.

The rest of the Batch is all late- held up by some repairs on the Marauder that needed immediate attention and multiple sets of hands. They encouraged you to head on without them and that they'd been done quickly, and Crosshair had decided to follow you.

You might normally have told him to stay and help them, but now that you're here, a part of you is a little bit glad that he didn't stay behind. He's a nice anchor point, as otherwise you'd be totally alone in a completely new place. A bar no less, one that doesn't seem exactly used to people like you and Crosshair inside of it.

"You look like a fish outta water, girlie."

You're not against petnames and nicknames, the Batch and most people you know rarely call you by your name anyways, but you're not a fan the way this bartender says it.

You also aren't fond of the way he's acting as if Crosshair doesn't exist, though he more than lets himself be known on the barstool right next to you as you respond.

"Just waiting for some friends," You respond. He fills someone's glass full of an unfamiliar and strong smelling liquor that burns your nose, giving it to them before looking back.

"Not more clones, I hope."

Crosshair speaks up, his eyebrows raised and shoulders firmly set. You'd say he's trying to seem intimidating and unfriendly, but that would imply it wasn't working.

"A problem?" The bartender makes a nonchalant noise in his throat and continues to serve some of the more demanding, drunker customers surrounding the two of you.

"Not if you're all payin'." Even if the answer isn't as negative as you would've expected, Crosshair is still less than pleased. The man looks at you, failing to give Crosshair even more than a wayward glance as he speaks.

"Didn't think a chick looking like you would spend time with that kinda lot."

Your face curls into a bit of a grimace, even as the shout of another patron beings the bartender's attention elsewhere. But even as he's gone off you can still feel how testy Crosshair is, as if the air around him is almost electric. You glance towards the front door for what feels like the millionth time and still, no sign of the rest- so you lean in towards him and whisper.

"Crosshair, relax. Go splash some water on your face or something."

Sure this isn't the most comfortable scenario, but you could do without him snorting fire every which way. You can shove off someone being a little bit skeevy without his help.

Instead of calming down however he snaps right back at you, his lips as tight as his brow when he spits out a response.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. I see the way everyone's looking at you."

You don't know what part to focus on; The fact that he's noticed some less than appropriate stares happening behind you that you hadn't, or that he's openly admitted to keeping such a keen eye out for you. You tuck a chunk of hair behind your ear and look around.

Part of you is a a bit hungry, but you'll probably end up just eating some of the rations back at the Marauder, at this point. Especially if the others plan on taking even longer, glancing towards the entrance with pursed lips.

"Still waitin?" He's back, and you can feel Crosshair bristle just as you stretch a thin smile and nod.

"I'm sure one of the guys 'round here could show ya a better time than this." He's smiling, and you don't know in what way he means 'better', but innuendo or not it's not a deal you're going to take him up on. Crosshair seems to agree, beginning to hiss something from between his teeth.

"How about y-" "I'm taken. No thanks."

Crosshair stops speaking, and looks over at you. The bartender shrugs. When he looks at the sniper beside you and clearly presumes you're both together, you don't correct him.

It fits with the narrative and, you wouldn't mind roleplaying Crosshair being your lover for just a moment. It's almost hard to remember when you'd first fallen for him, but you've yet to speak anything about it to a single soul.

"Shame. Worth a shot."

He seems to at least get the hint, and turns around to go about some more of his business. Your shoulders relax a bit knowing that you don't have to deal with any of that anymore, leaning back. When you look over at Crosshair however, he's looking off in no particular direction, clearly lost in thought.

"Cross?" You're one of the few people that can get away with calling him any sort of nickname, raising your eyebrows as you look at him and raise a hand to touch his shoulder. When he turns his face is firm set, and you feel your face get hotter under his stare. His eyes have always been intense, but it feels like he's almost staring into you, instead of at you. It's making your heart beat a little faster, heat going to your neck as his eyes flicker around your face thinking things you don't even have a chance at guessing.

Suddenly out of nowhere he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you off your barstool, walking in the direction to the back of the bar. When you attempt to ask him why, he doesn't answer.

There seems to be only a storage closet and a refresher back here, alongside the backdoor into presumably With one fell swoop he opens the refresher door and pushes you in, closing and locking it behind him.

"Crosshair! What are y-"

His lips press against yours before you can say anymore, feeling the small of your back press against the countertop. They feel surprisingly cool against your own, your still open eyes having barely caught the way his are squeezed shut.

You've had a thing for Crosshair for the longest time, and while there's far better ways in the galaxy to confess to someone that you don't hate them, you aren't going to look a gift kybuck in the mouth. Not when Crosshair is so impossible to read, how he really feels is usually seven layers deep.

It takes you more than a moment to get over the overwhelming sense of surprise and actually reciprocate, instead of standing frozen like a statue. You can feel the gentle ghosting of his breath across your face, the aggressiveness he'd had at the beginning of the kiss fading away to be almost lovingly gentle. His lips move slowly with yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he pulls away.

"Why'd you let him assume I was your date."

It sounds like there should be another half of that sentence, but Crosshair doesn't say it.

"I thought you wouldn't mind, as long as it got him to stop talking." He keeps stepping closer in this tiny closet of a room, and so you hop up onto the countertop and part your thighs enough to let him in. It's never exactly been a secret that you've thought about this, and finally being able to indulge in him has your hands grasping his shoulders so tight he'd have to wrench them off to get away.

"I didn't think a random bartender would make you so upset. Why’d you never tell me you were jealous?" You say, before his lips quiet you again. When he pulls them away with a soft 'pop' you can't help but trail after them, more drunk off of him that any sort of liquor you could get at the bar. He's feeling the same, judging by the fact that his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the dark brown of his eyes.

"I told you, I didn't like how he was looking at you." It's not the first time Crosshair has pulled a stunt like that, but you normally thought it was because he found any sort of flirting in his vicinity annoying. Not that he liked you that much. It's not as if you can blame yourself- as Crosshair is just that hard to read.

“I didn’t think it mattered to you that much,” You say, illuding to the fact that he’s never given you so much as a hint that he might feel some way about you. He doesn’t formally respond, but you think you might’ve barely utter something along the lines of ‘it does’ against your skin.

Body tangled with yours the way his hands clamp around your hips is like a vice, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and underwear. When he pulled off his glove you don't remember, but so much has happened so fast it's almost a blur. They brush along your outer lips and instantly the sensation makes you tighten around nothing, already anticipating them slipping inside of you. The way your cunt is already wet enough to soak his fingers isn't lost on him, nor is the way make a noise loud enough that you feel the need to bite your lip and try to silence it. His fingers slip between your folds and brush against your clit, thighs tightening around him as your hips twitch towards him. The sensation already feels intense, silently begging for more.

The room is tiny and stuffy, if you stretched your foot out you could probably almost brush against the opposite wall, but every sound bounces off of it and fills your ears. The soft rustling of clothing and harsh breathing, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt pace limited by the fabric of your bottoms. Your body warms and stretches around him, wetness slick over his hands and staining the fabric of your underwear.

He only stops when your own hands start grasping at the front of your pants and impede him, trying to finagle them off. Slick hand pulling from where it'd been cupped around your pussy, he helps pull them off in one fell swoop, pants and underwear dangling by only your left ankle.

He'd not taken a piece of armor off when you had all arrived earlier, coming here in his full kit minus helmet. As such he's peeling away the only piece that offers resistance to his goal, it coming undone and falling to the floor as the fabric of his blacks gets awkwardly torn aside. Only then can you suddenly feel the heat of his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard as he pulls you close enough to the edge that he can grind it against your cunt. There's a quiet groan he lets out through his teeth while moving against you, wanting to just sink himself in you. His hot breath fans over your face, your arms tight around his neck and thighs squeezing his hips.

You're desperate- hot and wanting not in a mood to play around in some dirty dimly lit refresher, hand slipping between your bodies and almost forcing his out, guiding his cock to press against your entrance.

Fuck, you've thought about this. Far too many times. Crosshair has too but, it's only tonight that he's finally breached the awkward air that always hung between you two. When your hand returns to his shoulder he's already sinking himself in you, burying to the hilt as your body feels almost unbelievably tight and soft around him.

"You're gonna rip holes in it," Crosshair mumbles against your skin, slyly referencing the way your nails and digging into the fabric of his bodyglove in the small spaces your managed to sneak in.

You might've considered spitting some sort of demand from him, but instead you push your hips closer to his own, listening to him groan in your ear as he drives his cock deeper into you.

It's all awkward and clumsy, an unfavorable spot that's completely spur of the moment. Then again a lot of the things you end up doing with Crosshair are spur of the moment, like midnight runs for food or running off to the middle of nowhere for some quiet, so perhaps this confession is just par for the course.

He's rough and unforgiving, frantic nose pressed against your face as he deepens your kiss. His armor keeps brushing against your bare skin as he thrusts into you, rough and unyielding against your soft meat of your thighs. It's a bit uncomfortable, but any thought of him removing it involves him having to stop fucking you- stop having his hands clench your hips so tight you think he'll leave little bruises as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.

"Then throw it out. I'll get you a new one if I do." Slowly his lips drift to the corner of your mouth, before down your jawline to your neck before he responds.

"I'd keep it." His kisses are rough; Not rough enough to leave a mark, but you wouldn't mind if they did.

If you ever had any concern of someone noticing your absence it's long gone, skin hot to the touch in any spot it's exposed as Crosshair pulls you harder onto him. His cock keeps brushing against every soft, sensitive nerve and muscle, making you gasp and your toes curl in your boots.

It's all so much; Your stomach turning and twisting as every single thrust of his hips and brushing of his teeth on your skin fulfils and thirst you'd had for ages.

Your legs wrap around his hips ever tighter, as you cum and bite your lip enough to leave dents. Your ankles lock and have him trapped close to you, snug deeply against and inside of you so much so that he can barely move.

Maybe it's that feeling of closeness, or maybe he's just been barely holding on this whole time and your cunt clenching tight around him is what does him in, but it isn't to long later before you can feel his nails digging into the skin of your thighs, cumming inside of you with a hiss through his teeth.

The countertop feels cold against the back of your thighs, but your body is running so hot; Skin flush and nearly boiling underneath the clothing you still have on. It's all a wreck too, bunched in odd places and wrinkled. Not that it matters, in the long run.

Your legs flop limp away from him, and he leans back enough that his cock pulls out of you, as he quietly catches his breath. The insides of your thighs are slick and feel a mess, and you can feel the way his cum leaks out of you and onto the countertop.

Your legs feel like absolute mush; There's no way you'd be able to walk at the moment. Thankfully you don't need to, as your chest gently rises and falls with each caught breath.

"Warn a girl next time you're going to take her for a ride like that, yeah?" You joke, hoping to soften him up a bit. Crosshair is alway so aloof, no matter what the situation.

"You want a next time?" You glance up at him and see his softened eyebrows and tiny crook of his lips- he's clearly teasing you. It still makes you doubt for just a moment, however.

"Do you?" His face is close enough that you could tug him in for a kiss if you wanted, your hands now more gently just laying on the crook of his neck.

"Yes."

You'll stipulate that you'll be wanting a date first, but you can barter later.

Sliding off the counter with now steady legs you clean yourself and the refresher up to a presentable state and follow him out, thankfully not bumping into any unfortunate souls along the way. The worst thing imaginable, that would be.

But once you enter the main bar area again, it's not long before you notice the rest of the Batch, all standing around waiting. Echo is the first one to turn and notice you and his brother heading towards them, tilting his head.

"Where were you two?" Echo speaks up, raising his eyebrows. Instead of answering, Crosshair instead flips the question.

"Where were you? We've been waiting."

You were doing a little more than waiting it seems, having a silent conversation with Hunter as his eyes are on you. And, they look a little surprised. Any longer and he might just get keen, so you quickly invent a reason to leave them behind.

"I think me and Cross are gonna head back to the ship. We've had our fill of this place for tonight." They look about to speak up, but Hunter cuts off any objections.

"Be careful on the walk back, you two."

The two of you take your leave, the rest of the batch getting to have their night of fun while you two head back. The air outside is brisk but not enough to shiver, adjusting your clothes as the wind blows them awkwardly. Crosshair keeps exact pace with you, walking quite close- almost shoulder to shoulder.

"How long do you think they're gonna spend drinking?" You casually look up at him, swaying a little to the side while you walk and almost bumping into him.

"A while," He says, before glancing down at you with no shortage of suspicion. "Why?" You shrug.

"No reason."

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oh, what a sin [d. wagner | s. kiszka]

i. meeting the family

part two

pairing: danny x reader, sam x reader

a/n: back again with some more smut. this is pretty much porn lol. with a little bit of plot. i was just inspired recently to write a messy, angsty love-triangle fic with our beloved rhythm section, so here we have it. i've been swerving lanes hardcore lately, so why not write for both of them at once? i'm planning on this being a multi-part series (probably three or four parts at most, i think.) ok hope you cuties enjoy <3

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), some fluff

word count: 5.3k

summary: the reader has a very memorable one night stand with a complete stranger. who could guess that he would turn out to be her boyfriend's best friend?

warnings: explicit sex scenes, fingering, unprotected sex, love triangle, swearing, etc.

One of his large hands swept the mess of beer bottles and discarded cigarette butts off of the table behind you. A smile flashed on your lips as he lifted you easily onto the now-clean table, mouth still a centimeter away from yours. The room around you was bathed in a shimmering blue light, the overhead lights flicked off and the two of you illuminated only by the neon sign in the corner. It was dark, in the quiet early morning hours back behind the bar. You didn’t even know how you made it here; he took you by the wrist after his set and led you through a series of doors that brought you to this room.

It was unexpected– being singled out by the jaw-droppingly hot drummer of the underground band you had come to see. It came to your mind to refuse his advances when he approached you; after all, you hadn’t prepared for this one bit. Your body was damp with sweat from dancing, your breath smelling like cheap beer, and your hair and makeup smudged from a night of dancing. But once he got his hands on you, you didn’t care.

One of his curls tickled your cheek as he met your lips again in a desperate kiss. Giggling against his mouth, you reached up and brushed his hair off of his forehead. You hummed into him as he pressed his center against yours. There was a dull buzz clouding your thoughts–both from the drinks and his very presence. Something about him just screamed irresistible. You had been eyeing him on stage all night, watching his toned arms as he did his job with admirable skill. He clearly knew what he was doing with his hands. The two of you made eye contact several times throughout the show, each of your gazes speaking an invisible challenge as you stared at one another. Who was going to fold first?

“Want these off,” he muttered against your lips, as if the two of you were glued mouth to mouth. His hand snaked between your bodies, flicking the button of your jeans open with practiced expertise. Butterflies turned over in your stomach, your throat suddenly dry. It would be a lie to say you weren’t slightly intimidated. He definitely knew what he was doing– probably had a loyal cast of groupies following him around city-to-city like some kind of god. Girls just waiting at his feet to worship him, girls who likely had a few more tricks up their sleeves than you did.

His hand stopped for a second, his mouth pulling away from yours. He met your eyes with his dark gaze, that slick look of desire mixed with concern making tingles shoot through your lower stomach. “What are you thinking about?” He tangled one hand in your hair at the root, pulling your head back slightly to look up at him. It stung so good. You whimpered slightly.

“Nothing,” you lied, tongue darting out to wet your swollen, chapped lips.

“Liar,” he whispered, quirking an eyebrow. “You’re easy to read, little bird. I can practically hear the cogs turning.” He smirked at you as he tapped one finger against your temple.

You huffed, hooking an arm around the back of his neck, and pushing your chest against his. The last thing you were going to do was admit to him that you were thinking about all of the other girls he’s fucked. Probably in his very same room, if you were being honest.

“I don’t wanna talk,” you said truthfully, trailing your lips down the sharp curve of his jaw. You nipped at the tender skin behind his ear, and he let out a strangled groan. Lazily, you rolled your hips against the hand still fiddling with the zipper to your jeans. His knuckles barely grazed your clothed center. You nibbled at his earlobe playfully, your teeth clanging against the metal of his earring.

The smugness radiated off of him as he moved his hand excruciatingly towards the waistband of your panties. You pictured the look on his face, eyes hooded and dark framing that masterpiece of a nose. Your mind painted a vivid image of him between your legs, nose bumping your clit as he tasted you fervently. You prayed he was as skilled with his mouth as he was with his hands.

“What do you want?” His voice was barely audible over the sound of your heart thundering in your ears. He was so close to where you needed him; his fingertips tickled the skin on your stomach, just above the lacy pink waistband of your panties. He was mere inches from the spot that was going to drive you insane… All you had to do was tell him what you wanted.

You were glad that his eyes weren’t on your face. A hot flush bloomed over your skin as you admitted, “Your mouth. On me, please.”

A low laugh tumbled from his lips, and his hand dipped beneath your panties and found your center. He sucked in a sharp breath as he slipped two fingers through your folds, spreading your juices further.

“As badly as I want to taste you, sweetheart, it’s gonna take a little more than you asking me so sweetly,” he said. Then, his voice darkened, lowering an octave. “You’re gonna have to beg.”

His free hand pulled away from your hair, and found the delicate skin of your throat. His fingers pressed gently into the skin. Coupled with the slow, calculated swirling of his fingers against your clit, you were a whimpering mess for him.

“Please,” you squeaked desperately, clawing at his shoulders. You were breathless already, your head spinning as you grinded against his fingers in search of more friction. But it wasn’t enough; you needed his lips on you, his tongue swirling against your heat. “God, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Another one of those teasing, unbearable laughs from him. You felt yourself growing more desperate, more aroused for him. Your skin was burning as you continued your aching pursuit for him to stop teasing you. You were practically frenzied.

“I think you can do better than that, baby,” he said.

Fuck. You were practically screaming on the inside, but you couldn’t let him see that. A high-pitched moan tore from your lips as he increased the speed of his moving fingers. “Shit, please just eat me out, I’ll do anything–”

Your words were cut short by the sound of movement in the distance; you’re pulled out of the moment immediately. The closed door behind him was still shut, but… you swore you could hear the sound of someone calling your name. You were confused; you came to the bar alone, intending to meet someone to take home for the night and forget immediately in the morning. A swear left your lips as the man in front of you met your eyes.

“It’s fine,” he said, “Door’s locked.”

“No,” you replied, “no, I know that voice.” You were suddenly feeling extremely guilty. All of this was wrong. So deliciously wrong. You pushed the curly-haired stranger away from you, lowering yourself down from the table.

There was the voice again and–

“Y/N,” Sam called, much closer now. Your heart beat wildly as you were wrenched from your dream. You sat up straight in bed, your eyes wide and blurry with sleep.

“Fuck me, you scared the lights out of me,” you breathed as you finally caught sight of your boyfriend. He kneeled above you in the bed, his expression amused as you flopped back onto the pillows. His puppy-dog gaze followed you as you brushed your hair out of your face, trying to cool the burning of your cheeks. You were thankful that he likely had no clue what–or who– you had been dreaming of. It was one of your little secrets you had never indulged to him, just another tidbit of your life before you met your angelic Sammy. Some things he just didn’t need to know. Not to mention that you still had vivid dreams of the handsome drummer multiple times a month. He probably wouldn’t find it very amusing that ninety-nine percent of your wet dreams were about someone else.

“What were you dreaming about, hmmm?” He bent over you, ghosting his lips against yours. You shivered, your hands reaching up to touch his arms on either side of you.

“Nightmare,” you lied easily. There was no need to bring up the past.

“Weird nightmare,” he said, laughing softly. He kissed you gently, then pulled away and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “Could’ve sworn I heard you moaning.”

“Weird, indeed,” you said in response. “I always have nightmares when I eat sugar before bed.”

Sam made an amused noise. “Are you talking about me, or the ice cream?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he got dressed at the foot of his bed. He pulled an old, wrinkled denim shirt over his shoulders, buttoning it halfway. You watched him with admiration. He was so beautiful without ever trying.

“Both,” you replied. You stretched your limbs, your tight muscles aching deliciously as you yawned dramatically loud.

“Hope you’re not too tired, sweets,” he said in response to your theatrics. “Got a busy day ahead of us.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion for a second, then remembered. “Oh, fuck, I totally forgot…” you muttered, groaning as you ran your hands over your face. “What time’s the party start again?”

“Later this afternoon,” he responded casually. “The guys and I are gonna try and get a session in this morning, so you’ve got time.”

A frown graced your lips as you finally forced yourself out of bed. Padding over to him, you threw your arms around his middle and pouted up at him.

“Do you ever stop working? You just got home last night…” You wrinkled your nose at him. “I’ve barely even seen you.”

He leaned in and pecked your lips briefly, then grasped your face on either side and rested his forehead against yours. “Poor baby,” he said, halfway serious. “Didn’t get enough of me last night, did you?”

“Never,” you kissed him again, then pulled out of his grasp. “But if you’d rather work than spend the morning with me…”

You shrugged at him, slowly backing towards the bathroom. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly peeled his t-shirt off of your body; his eyes drank in the sight of your bare chest hungrily, skirting down to the thin pair of panties that were still damp at the center from your dreamland excursion. Without saying a word, you turned away. You swayed your hips gently as you entered the bathroom, leaving the door cracked behind you. Steam filled the little room as you turned the shower on.

In your head, you counted down the seconds until he would be following in. You pictured him in your mind, weighing his options. He was calculating exactly how late he would be if he joined you for a quickie in the shower. You stepped beneath the hot stream of water. As if on cue, the bathroom door opened behind you.

“Glad you decided to join me,” you said, voice chipper as you saw him undressing through the frosted glass.

“Gotta be quick,” Sam muttered, “I’m supposed to be at the studio at eleven.”

“What time is it?”

The sting of the hot water against your skin was almost heavenly in comparison to the cool air in the bathroom. You barely even noticed as the door slid open and Sam joined you, until his arms snaked around your waist. A throb pulsed through your center as he pulled you back against him; he was hard already, pressed against your backside.

“Ten-fifteen,” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You sighed, leaning your head back as he began to mark your neck gently, sucking plum-colored splotches into the skin. You arched your back as one of his hands found your chest, pinching one nipple between his fingers.

“Hmmm, Sammy,” you said softly, your voice almost a beg. “Need you inside me, please.”

He smiled against your skin. “Already, sweets? That needy for me, huh?”

“Don’t tease,” you whined, “you’re in a rush, remember?”

He laughed, the sound making your heart flutter. How was it that him laughing was enough to turn you into a blushing mess? You almost forgot the aching problem between your legs, until you felt his tip prodding at your entrance. A gasp slipped from your lips at the feeling.

“Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” He planted an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. A shiver snaked down your spine, and you nodded. A second later, he was bottoming out inside you. The stretch was delicious, coming off of the two-month dry spell you’d had whilst he was out on tour. You squeezed your eyes shut in pure bliss; one of your hands was intertwined with his, across your chest, and you used the other to reach down and stimulate your clit.

A strangled cry fell from your lips as he snapped his hips against yours particularly fervently. “So good, Sammy, fuck,” you hissed through your teeth.

He hummed in agreement, his lips still pressed against the delicate skin of your shoulder. His teeth grazed over the unmarked territory for a moment; you were waiting for the exquisite sting of his teeth sinking into your skin. It drove you crazy, seeing the marks he left scattered all over your body. He left them purposely, knowing you would see them in the mirror later and get worked up all over again. It brought out the exhibitionist in him, too– he enjoyed people knowing that he had marked you all over. That you were his.

The very thought sent a jolt of pleasure throughout your body.

“I missed this,” he said, panting behind you. “Missed my sweet girl wrapped around me…”

You whined at his words. “I– I missed you so much, Sammy…”

“I know, honey, I know,” he soothed, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck. Your legs were beginning to tremble, weak from holding yourself up as he thrust into you steadily. He was hitting just the right spot, quickly driving you towards your release. “Wasn’t the same without me here, was it? No, you just can’t do it like your Sammy, can you?”

At this, he replaced your hand on your clit with his own. Almost immediately, you were balancing on the very edge of cumming around him. He circled your sensitive bundle of nerves, touching you in just the right spot. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

“No,” you breathed, “No it’s never this–ahh– never this good when I do it myself.”

“That’s okay, sweets, I’m here to help you now. Here to help this little pussy get off the right way, yeah? Here to make you scream my name…”

And you were close to it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he set a merciless pace. You grasped his arms, now the only thing holding you on your feet as you clenched tightly around him. All of your limbs became jelly, quivering as he slammed into that sweet spot inside of you. His focus on helping you ride through your orgasm was intense; his pace and fingers didn’t falter for a second, even as he began to call out your name breathily as his own release approached.

The sound of your near-screaming voice was music to his ears as it echoed through the bathroom around the two of you. He bit down on your shoulder, hard, as he came. You felt him inside of you, his hot release filling you up. You throbbed at the feeling, groaning as he gently kissed the bite mark on your shoulder. It was sore– you knew there would definitely be a bruise waiting there later. A sigh left your lips when he finally pulled away from you, smoothing a finger over your shoulder as he examined his handiwork.

“Sorry, cupcake,” he said playfully. “Didn’t mean to get ya that hard.” His thumb ghosted over the mark, the little throb making you wince.

“‘S okay,” you said, another tiny yawn leaving your lips. “Dunno how I’m gonna cover it up later, though.”

You turned around to face him, and he grinned at you. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

“I guess I’ll tell your parents we ran into a vampire on the way over,” you said jokingly, brushing your lips against his.

“You and Rosie got too excited roughhousing,” he suggested, laughing lightly.

“Yeah this looks just like a dog bite.” You rolled your eyes, smacking him lightly on the chest.

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Maybe later you can give me a few to match.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. The two of you laughed, and you ushered him out of the shower and on his way to work. The sooner he got there, the sooner he would get home to spend more time with you. You were going to drink up the few short weeks he would be home, taking every possible second to see him that you could.

After he left, alone with your thoughts, it crossed your mind that today was somewhat of a big deal. Obviously, you were nervous enough just to meet his parents for the first time, but you were really nervous about meeting his brothers. He looked up to them so much, practically idolized them; you were scared most of all that they wouldn’t approve of you.

“Almost ready, sweets?”

Sammy peeked into the bathroom, watching as you carefully swept your freshly-done hair over your shoulder. An amused smirk played on his lips as he tried not to laugh. For the past couple of hours, he had been teasing you about how hard you were trying to make a good impression for his family.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” you huffed, annoyed at his impatience. You were still early– the family barbecue wasn’t starting until four, and it was only three. Sweat beaded on your neck and forehead as you followed him outside, Rosie on your heels. She hopped into the car as you opened the door, bounding into the backseat as you placed your bag beside her. She laid her chin on top of it, guarding your belongings.

“Watchin’ mom’s stuff, Rosie?” Sam reached back, scratching her head. She let out a pleased bark, licking his hand. You smiled, seeing him interact with her. He was the absolute cutest dog dad. He settled into the driver’s seat of the car, turning his attention from Rosie to you. “Okay over there?”

You forced a nod. “I’m just nervous, I think,” you said quietly. You folded your hands into your lap, twisting them as he pulled out of the driveway. The twins were hosting the barbecue at their house across town; the drive was about thirty minutes, just long enough for you to start feeling nauseous from the anticipation.

“You look a little green, baby,” he reached over, one of his hands squeezing your thigh. You placed your hand over his, thankful for his attempt to comfort you. “Don’t worry. They’re going to love you.”

You weren’t as sure as he was, but he knew his family better than you did. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a couple deep breaths to try and force yourself to calm down. Even if they did hate you, what could you do? Overthinking it wasn’t going to make a difference.

The thundering heartbeat in your chest finally calmed as you approached the house. There were a few cars parked in the driveway already, signaling his family’s presence inside. You were beginning to sweat again, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the humidity outside, from nerves, or both.

“Don’t freak out,” Sam warned you, grinning.

“I’m not freaking out,” you said.

You were absolutely freaking out. Rosie dashed out of the car behind you. She circled around your legs protectively as you grabbed your bag out of the backseat. You patted her sweetly on the head as she nuzzled against you, then you were both following Sam up to the house.

He didn’t knock, pushing the front door open, and instead shouting, “Hello! I have arrived!”

Your nerves were at an all time high; of course he had to go and make his arrival a big spectacle. Luckily, it seemed like everyone was too busy to come flocking to the front and stare at you. Rosie trotted off into the house as if she belonged there. Sammy strutted into the kitchen, where you could hear two voices bickering back and forth.

“No, Mom said to set up the projector now,” said one voice, sounding annoyed.

“We can’t set it up now. If it gets wet, it’ll be useless.”

“Mom said it’s water resistant.”

“Resistant. Not water-proof. Technology and water don’t mix, Jake. You should know that by now.”

“I do know that, thank you. I’m just telling you what your mother said–”

“She’s your mother, too–”

The twins’ bickering was cut off as you and Sam entered the kitchen. Between them, the box for said projector was halfway open. A few cords were splayed out on the counter, tangled as if they had been fighting over them shortly before you walked into the room.

“When did you two get a projector?” Sam asked curiously, plopping himself on a stool sitting by the bar. He grabbed a grape out of a bowl on the counter, popping it into his mouth. There were various other bowls of sliced fruit and other snacks waiting on the counter, likely prepared by their mother. You flushed; it felt like you were intruding on their family event.

“I didn’t know you were bringing Y/N,” said the twin you recognized as Josh. You had seen tons of old family photos, oohing and ahhing as Sam pointed out all of his siblings and showed you embarrassing pictures of them.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads-up. We would’ve pulled out all of the stops.” Jake sent a cheeky wink your way, and you grinned.

“This is without the stops?” You quirked an eyebrow. The house was magnificent, compared to your own little apartment. There was so much space, especially for just the twins. You had no idea that their band was this successful, although Sam pretty much avoided talking about work while he was home. He always said he didn’t want to drag you into the more chaotic part of his world–the touring, interviews, performing, and such.

“Oh, absolutely,” said Josh flippantly. “This is just a casual get-together. Which is why Mom cut up fruit instead of making her famous–”

“Hors d'oeuvres,” Ronnie finished for Josh as she joined the four of you in the kitchen. Behind her, Rosie padded along, nosing her bare calves affectionately. “Look who found her favorite auntie.” She rubbed Rosie’s back, grinning.

“No, I’m her favorite,” said Jake, crouching down to greet the dog enthusiastically. She all but attacked him, barking as she pawed at him whilst he petted her.

“You can’t be her favorite auntie, dumbass,” said Ronnie, rolling her eyes. She turned her attention to you, “They’re not bothering you too much, are they?”

“Not at all,” you laughed, still slightly nervous.

“Good. They can’t be too much worse than our Sammy, anyway,” she grinned. “I’ve been teasing him all week since Mom told me you were coming over. Our baby Sammy, bringing his girl home.” She reached over and pinched his cheek, and he groaned, swatting her hand away.

“Awww,” Jake said, his voice taunting.

Another laugh tumbled from your lips. You were beginning to loosen up a bit, finally.

“No wonder Mom was freaking out over it,” Josh added, carefully replacing the projector in its box for later. “She came over and forced us to scrub the place top-to-bottom.”

“Yeah, she cleaned out my closet,” said Jake, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the whole family would be getting a front row seat to Jake’s closet.”

“I thought you knew Y/N and I were gonna be sleeping in there,” said Sammy, sending a wink your way. You grinned.

“Yeah, she said she put us some bunk beds in there,” you added.

The siblings laughed, and you felt better about the whole thing. You were still nervous as you took a seat on the stool next to Sam’s, but you felt a bit better. You listened intently as the boys told you and Ronnie about the new song they were recording. The five of you chatted on, until you were joined in the kitchen by their mother.

She entered through the sliding back door, her face lighting up as she caught sight of you and Sammy.

“Look who’s here,” she said cheerfully, smiling as she stopped to greet Sam, before turning to you. “It is so good to finally meet our Y/N.” She reached out, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You smiled shyly. You almost wanted to cry at the warm look on her face.

“You, too, Mrs. Kiszka,” you said.

She made a face, “Oh, please… Mrs. Kiszka… Call me Mama K,” she patted you on the shoulder, then leaned in for a hug. “Mrs. Kiszka is my mother-in-law,” she whispered, winking at you.

Sam laughed beside you, and Karen reached over to pinch his cheek, just like Ronnie. You made an amused face as he frowned, again swatting his mother’s hand away. You could clearly tell he was the baby, seeing the way his family interacted with him. It was endearing.

“You’ll have to meet my husband outside,” Karen continued, “he’s out there watching the grill like a hawk.”

“You’ll love Dad,” Sam told you earnestly as the rest of the family began to disperse. Karen was shooing you all out of the kitchen, preparing to take her snacks outside so you all could enjoy the nice weather and the pool.

“Yeah, Dad’s really chill,” said Jake. He seemed to notice that you were becoming a little overwhelmed. You were practically glued to Sam at the hip. “I bet you twenty bucks he’ll just look at you and go, ‘Oh. You must be Y/N.’”

“No, he’s gonna say, ‘Shit, I think I forgot the welcome-wagon at home,’ and then he’ll laugh like he’s the funniest man on the planet.” Ronnie said, voice amused.

“I’m with Ronnie,” said Josh.

In true dad fashion, their father did just that, to a chorus of accomplished laughter from his daughter. You were thankful that all of the first introductions were over, and you could relax. Jake and Sam immediately stripped down to their bathing suits and raced to the pool. You watched them affectionately, the two of them having a childish competition to see who could swim the fastest from one end to the other. You joined Ronnie in the grass, where Rosie lounged between the two of you, swatting at a butterfly with her paw.

“Are they always like this?” you asked, glancing between the boys roughhousing in the pool and her peaceful expression.

Ronnie nodded, “Always. Worse when Danny’s here,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s like babysitting four overgrown children.”

“Speaking of,” Josh joined you, now wearing his own bathing suit and carrying a large towel which he splayed out in the grass. “Where is Daniel?”

“No clue,” said Ronnie. “He didn’t give you his itinerary this morning?”

Josh shrugged. “Oh, something about errands, and laundry, taking a nap, and possibly being late?” He made a face that said, ‘why should I know,’ then sighed contentedly as he sprawled out on his back, eyes closed.

The late-afternoon sun warmed your skin as you lounged there; Sam invited you into the water a time or two, but you didn’t want to remove your t-shirt. Imagining the looks on his family’s face if they saw the map of bruises over your chest and shoulders was enough to make your cheeks burn. You were perfectly happy dipping your toes in the water, and keeping your clothes on. There was a constant stream of activity; Karen running back and forth, doting on her children, while Jake played tug-of-war and fetch with Rosie. You, Josh, and Ronnie pulled out the Monopoly board while Sam helped Kelly finish the food.

“Dangerous game for first impressions,” said Sam, watching over your shoulder as you played.

“Ronnie just bought Boardwalk,” said Josh, his voice exasperated. “We’re all fucked.”

Ronnie did her best evil cackle, “I’m putting so many hotels here. Cough all your money up, bitches.”

You grinned, watching as Josh took his turn and barely dodged paying his sister rent on one of her properties. Sadly, you were the first to go bankrupt and you had to sit and watch the siblings battle it out over the board. They were in a heated argument over paying property tax when you excused yourself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The food was almost ready, and you had resisted gorging yourself on fruit and pretzels all night waiting for the burgers to be done.

You slipped into the house, grateful to be alone for just a moment; you were having a good time, but needed a minute just to catch your breath. Being around so many new people was mentally and emotionally exhausting for you, even if you got along with them well. You sipped contentedly on your water, watching the chaos in the backyard through the half-open glass door. Humming to yourself, you checked the time on your cell-phone. You had been at the twins’ place for a little over an hour. The only person you had yet to meet was Sammy’s best friend, Danny, who evidently was running late to the family function.

Behind you, the sound of the front door opening disturbed you from your thoughts. Speak of the devil, you thought, turning towards the sound. You were first greeted by the sight of a sweet-looking brunette girl; as soon as she saw you, she smiled kindly.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Josie.”

“Y/N,” you responded. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Danny’s sister. And the reason he’s so late,” she laughed. “My flight was late coming in.”

“I know how that goes,” you said, nodding. Again, your nerves were starting to get the best of you. It was one thing meeting Sam’s loved ones when he was around, but it was a whole different ball-game being blindsided in the kitchen by yourself. Josie slipped out into the backyard, and you were left on edge, waiting for the arrival of Danny.

There was another second’s pause, then you could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. You wanted to dart out of the kitchen, to the comfort of your boyfriend’s familiarity, but you were too slow. Danny entered the kitchen, looking rather perturbed.

However, that was the last thing on your mind. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as the two of you made eye contact; there was absolutely–

“No fucking way,” came the words from Danny’s mouth, as if he were reading your mind.

The two of you stood there, both speechless just staring at one another. In your mind’s eye, you saw him all those years ago, hovering over you again in that shitty dive bar. Saw him touching you, his mouth on you, those long, nimble fingers–

You were wrenched out of your flashback by the sound of the back door sliding the rest of the way open.

Sam joined you in the kitchen, throwing an arm over your shoulder. Danny immediately pulled his gaze away from you, greeting his friend as if nothing had happened at all.

“Food’s ready,” Sam told you, planting a kiss on your temple.

“Nice, I’m starving,” Danny said coolly, walking past the pair of you without another glance your way. You could have melted into the floor. What the fuck was going on?

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besobendito · 1 year ago

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"Shepard?"

"Bzzt- Yes, Commander Moss?"

"Start a new log recording will you? I need to settle my thoughts."

Log Number #14 Cycle: 10 Planet: PNF-404

"Despite exhaustion creeping into my very bones, I find myself unable to rest for the night. I need to note what has been happening- to convince myself that I haven't completely lost it... There is something.... strange about this planet, and for each day that passes the feeling grows even stranger. Small mistakes like misplaced items, something that Oatchi and I are very careful not to do- We have been rescuing for how many years and all of a sudden we can't seem to find where the ropes has been placed? Whatever we lose ends up right back in its proper place hours after we've lost it. Shepard clears it with me each time this happens... Those items have never moved from their spot on the cameras. Our frantic search shows up, all the crew members searching high and low- and we just... don't see them...? ......Ah, I don't know exactly how to explain this one. Oatchi joked that I might be haunted by the glowmin("Some invisible variety we haven't discovered yet!" he said) but I can see it in his face. It's happened to him too. We are all walking around... Something. Stepping to the side in an empty hallway, looking down and over my shoulder as to not bump into...Nothing? I keep feeling like there's something missing on the ship, something I can't quite remember. I've tripled checked my things and asked Shepard to list everything out in our inventory just in case. I just can't shake this feeling that...

-that I feel like I'm mourning... and for the love of everything, I don't know what. It's maddening.

I was ready to push it all to the side and continue the mission. The list of castaways only seems to be getting longer and we can't have campfire ghost stories to distract us! That is until I found a log not written by myself in my tablet...... Hmph. See, this is what's stressing me out so. No one but me has access to this tablet, it should be impossible!

The log is... Well it's creepy! From what I can tell, it's taken phrases from one of our Procedure Manuals("Bzzt- It would be the Distress and Urgency Procedures") and the logs from an unknown writer and spliced them together. I've been trying to make sense of it but- yeah I need the others to see this first. My theories wont help now. I'll have Shepard add it to this log for now, might as well...(sigh) Just what is going on...

Mm, right. I already mentioned this in the End of Day report- but I'm not done rolling this over in my head.

The castaway we picked up today- the one who limped out of that dark tunnel towards us. His clothing- you don't see pilot gear that old anymore, and the- the liquid? that fell off of him... I sampled what I could so I wont know for sure untill tomorrow, It looked like gold. I hope he wont mind sharing where he found a pool of gold to roll around in. It would be nice to be able to cover the cost of all the repairs... (Yawn) Ah- right there we go, ok I'm done for now. Have to get ready for- 'Everything' tomorrow, hope I don't sound too crazy. This is Commander Moss, Sleeping snug like a bug on a rug... (Yawns again) - - - Log Number: +#3@##0?/ Cycleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Planet: PNF-404

(a) If distress [ ] If urgency [ ] Someone or something [ ] a loud BANG echoed throughout the cave. [ ] (b) Name of station addressed [ ] natural enemy [ ] (c) I got careless... [ ] (d) Nature of distress or urgency. and all the Pikmin perished as a result. [ ] (g) Present position [ ] Horrified, I made my [ ] ; or if lost, last known position, time, and heading since that position. Fuel remaining/Number of people/other useful information [ ] accidentally thrown to their demise [ ] crushed on hard surfaces of by some creatures' teeth [ ] I [ ] Me [ ] My [ ] Do not change frequency or change to another [ ] Fly a course toward the destination which the hijacker has announced. [ ] keeps leading me completely off track [ ] adorable leaf at the top of her [ ] (4) If unable to provide this information, [ ] trusty partner.trusty partner.trusty partner. PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN. [ ] I am so very tired... [ ]

#my art tag #what have i been doing between comms? dont worry about it #pikmin #ummm srry if typos lol.#do i need a writing tag. oh man i dont write often

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real-total-drama-takes · 11 months ago

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First time doing this so I hope I'm going about it right

Ok ok my topic I'm going to talk about is going to be continuing on why I think it makes sense for all of these contestants to rationally do the things they did on this show.

OK,,, so first up, again, they were all ***16***

These are ***kids*** who were exploited for drama and ratings on a (in universe) reality TV show for a prize pool of (originally 100k) a million dollars.

Even before it went up this is a life changing amount of money.

Better yet- we don't know the full picture of like any of these kids backgrounds.

We don't know how they grew up, or what kinda shit they grew up with. Things could've been stressful for them, they could just be on the show for fun, whatever.

But another good point I'm about to bring up is that they were LIED TO about alot of what went on in the show!!!

These kids are all smack dab in the middle of teenage hormones and bullshit and probably the most stressful period of their childhoods

Like as a 16 year old myself I can attest to that, this shit is ROUGH.

And at the same time these kids are at risk of dying in literally next to every single episode they filmed for this show.

And that's not even starting on the toxic waste and shit in ROTI.

You have to keep ALL OF THAT in mind when it comes to how they're acting while on this show.

This shit is stressful. Like total drama is the kind of thing that would probably linger with these teens for the rest of their lives. Not even just because of the danger- because this show is well known and these kids will NEVER just be normal teens again.

Weighing on that last bit a little more- these kids, like first arriving to total drama is their basically last shot of being just normal fucking kids again. And even then they're not going to initially acknowledge that right away because they are going to be focused on the game and trying to win.

So here they are- 22 teenagers all in forced proximity of each other- initially with a bunch of strangers, and even as they get to know each other they do NOT all like each other- all competing for a literally life changing amount of money. That only one of them can win.

It makes PERFECT FUCKING SENSE for some competitors to be as ruthless as Heather and Alejandro were!!! They were trying to win!! The best way they knew how!!

Kindness can win this show, something we learned with Owen, but so can playing the game like Heather and Alejandro did, perfect example being them in the final two of World Tour.

Not even to mention,,, these kids are stuck in this contract legally in this show-

I mean, normally, contracts signed by minors are not legally binding but that doesn't work the same way in total drama if these kids are continually forced into coming back for more seasons with the threat of legal action being taken on them.

On them AND THEIR FAMILIES.

Literally add this all together and it just reiterates back to what I said above- this is their LAST chance to be normal teenagers- both because they could die and because when this show gets popular internationally they are GOING to get a decently sized fanbase, if not even bigger.

So like tie that, and the thing I said about hormones in with stuff like the Duncan Gwen and Courtney love triangle? IT MAKES SENSE!!!

With all these added factors plus the fact they are kids PLUS the fact they are going to make mistakes- BAD DECISIONS ARE MADE!!! BUT ITS COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU THINK RATIONALLY ABOUT WHY THEY HAD TO ACT OUT LIKE THEY DID.

Whether it be morally dubiously (if not even,,,) going about winning the competition, cheating on your girlfriend, literally doing ANYTHING these kids did- IT MAKES COMPLETE SENSE TO SEE WHY THEY ACTED LIKE THEY DID RATIONALLY.

And that is my td take. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#total drama

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steddieunderdogfics · 4 months ago

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @fandomlover1992! FandomLover1992 has 7 works in the Stranger Things fandom, and all of them are in the steddie tag.

@kaypie91 or anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @fandomlover1992:

Hello My Old Heart

Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby

A Rage That Never Wavers

Chained Up Fire

Finding Krampus

"I love her story lines so much! It never fails, once I get an email that one of her fics have updated I drop everything and RUN to ao3. Her fics really make you feel the feels." -- @kaypie91

Below the cut, @fandomlover1992 answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Honestly, when I first started getting obsessed with Steddie, I wanted to read a very specific AU. I loved the plotline of season 4 but I was literally distraught by Eddie dying LOL! And I was like he doesn't have to be dead in an AU. He can live happily in an AU with Steve 😍😍😍

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love enemies to lovers. It is just such an amazing journey to see two characters go from one extreme to the other. To go from completely loathing someone to 'I'll kill for you.' The journey can be comedic but also humbling as the characters have to be able to say 'maybe I was wrong about you.'

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I love, love, love soul-mate AUs. Particularly ones where they know it the moment they see each other. It just makes me feel so warm and fuzzy when someone goes, "Yes, this is the one. I don't need to look any further this idiot is mine and I'll love him and wrap him up in a blanket and feed him."

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Oh Goddess there are so many. Honestly the fic that I am constantly astounded by and just re-read all the time is Hic Sunt Dracones by Just-My-Latest-Hyperfixation. I am just so floored by the level of passion and imagery and masterful storytelling.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I love reading a slow burn Enemies to Lovers but I feel I'm too impatient to write it. I'll be like chapter 1 going good, they hate each other and….boom chapter 2 they're in love and married. So, I really want to challenge myself to be patient and let the plot flow nice and slow.

What is your writing process like?

So, it's extremely chaotic but I love it. A lot of times I won’t necessarily have a story or plotline at first, but I will just have a scene in my mind. So I will write that scene and then reverse engineer the story to that scene and that's how I create the plot. For example in Nothing Sweeter Then My Baby, it was the scene where Eddie finds Steve at the bakery and he knows that Steve is his soulmate, but Steve is denying it and is so scared to be discovered. So, I had to be like ok why is Steve hiding? Why is he running? Why is Eddie so desperately looking?

Do you have any writing quirks?

Yes, when I start a story it is so chaotic. Cause I never ever start at the beginning. I will write like two scenes that are not in any shape related, then a single line will pop in my head and I'll write that but I won't finish it and I'll just start writing another one and next thing I know I have 5k of gibberish.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

When I finish…or when I'm like ok I need to post people are starting I'm dead lol!

Which fic are you most proud of?

Honestly, not to sound pretentious but all of them. There was a time when I looked at a blank page and felt nothing but hopelessness that I could ever fill it, much less be able to write 10,000 words in one sitting. As weird as it sounds writing Steddie has given me the hope, the skills, and the drive to become a published writer someday

How did you get the idea for Hello My Old Heart?

So, I was reading Bad Beat by LexiRoseWrites and I just kept getting this idea about Eddie being so mad at Steve at the end, he just picked up and left town. And poor Steve is pregnant and alone. Lexi gave me her blessing to write it and I tagged her work as inspiration at the bottom.

When writing Hello My Old Heart, what was something you didn’t expect?

I didn't expect the plot to take me where it did. I had planned it just to be a heartfelt, angsty story but through workshopping some ideas I came up with the Brenner/pills plotline.

What inspired Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby?

I always loved the idea of soul-mate identifying marks and how that would affect real life. So, I thought it would be really cool to combine the idea with royalty core and draw out the dangers one might experience being the soul-mate of a very important and powerful person.

What was your favorite part to write from Finding Krampus?

The parts where Eddie makes Steve blush. I love that little cat and mouse games where they are both attracted to each other but are scared to make a real move so they just flirt and blush and giggle. I find it so sweet and exhilarating.

How do/did you feel writing A Rage That Never Wavers?

When I started, I was going through a very difficult time. When I'm overwhelmed or just so fucking done with everything and the people around me, I just want to be alone and self isolate. I felt like no matter what I said, or did or even wanted, everyone was attacking me. So, I came up with a scene of Steve alone in a cabin in the woods and he was just scared of everyone including Eddie. And so I reversed engineered, what if there was a magical reason this was happening and therefore a magical cure. Don't we all want that when we have anxiety and the world is pressing your chest and getting air feels like a battle. I am doing much, much better now and I am very determined to finish the story before Halloween.

What was the most difficult part of writing Chained Up Fire?

Honestly, it was probably one of the easiest stories to write. It just flowed out of me. Full disclosure I'm having trouble picking it up because I feel like it's original enough to publish, so who knows?

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

For Nothing Sweeter Then My Baby: "Eddie’s heart was slow, proud, heavy and belonging to Steve. And by everything that was holy and unholy in this world, he would deliver it to Steve at his feet."

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Yes, when I get all my WIPs done, I am going to start on a vampire/ABO/royaltycore fic that I'm too excited about.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

No, just that it seems silly but writing Steddie has legit changed my life and gave me hope again that I could be a professional writer. And I love the supportive community so much and I really, really hope that it stays strong even past the series finally.

Thank you to our author, @fandomlover1992, and our nominator, @kaypie91! See more of FandomLover1992's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#writers spotlight #writer's wednesday #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things

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ciaossu-imagines · 3 months ago

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OMGOMGOMG, an active blog who writes for khr?!? dream come true. anyway—could i rq tsuna meeting the boss of a family that's supposed to rival the vongola but the reader ends up wanting be a chill boss and wants to "mend ancient wounds"? (could it be gn!reader? its ok if its not tho)

Well, I don’t know how active I’ve exactly been lately…well, I do and it’s not very, unfortunately, due to life getting stressful and busy. Oh well, I still do my best and hope you’ve stuck around to be able to see this request answered! Thank you so much for sending it in and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons I came up with, though they be meager.

So, when you say rival the Vongola, I am assuming that you mean that not only is this particular Family of the same size and scope as the Vongola are, with just as much power and history as the Vongola has, but that they’re also a Family that has history with the Vongola. Not very pleasant history either, with decades of bloody battles and power struggles. They’re a well-known name and have always fiercely opposed the Vongola being as powerful as they are.

Well, at least that’s all true until the current next generation of both Family’s arrive on the scene. We know Tsuna. We see that, like Primo, he really is willing to accept just about anyone into his life and to at least be pleasant and friendly with them, even when they weird him out, like rival Family Boss Naito Longchamp. He’s willing to accept and ally himself with rival Families like the Shimon without second thought. He’s willing to take into his family former enemies like Mukuro and his gang, and to ally himself with people who had formerly tried very hard to kill him and his friends, like Xanxus and Byakuran.

We also see in Tsuna an almost complete disregard for Vongola tradition. He doesn’t really care about the history of the Vongola either…no, that’s not quite right. It’s more like he abhors the very violent, bloody past of the Vongola and he’s even pretty much stated that he’ll rewrite that history and lead the Vongola in a completely different manner than it was in the past.

Of course, this is when he isn’t still steadfastly refusing to take the role of a Mafia Boss. Even though he’s technically accepted the role in canon, we see that he’s still refusing ‘the call’ even after doing so and I think he never really considers himself a Mafia Boss, even when he’s called upon to keep his friends, acquaintances, family, and Family members safe under the mantle of Vongola Decimo.

Because of this, he really does try his best to avoid doing the political or proper things that come with being a Boss, like having meetings with the heads of other Mafia Families. He’s trying his best to sneak away from this arranged meeting with the rival Family, playing hooky if you will and it’s just a fun scene I have in my head that the rival Family’s Boss is doing the same thing, just because that isn’t really their scene either. And it’s while they’re both trying to hide away from Reborn and whoever corrals the rival Boss that the two of them meet. They both kind of help each other avoid being caught and just end up talking.

It’s easy chattering. Tsuna finds this person very relaxed, not too fussy and very down to earth. They’re easy to make conversation with – it’s one of those situations where it almost feels like you’ve known what is, essentially, a complete stranger for years and years.

They sneak off and end up hanging out together. Tsuna’s stomach had started growling during the conversation and the rival Boss offered to take him to their favourite restaurant. Tsuna’s having a lot of fun with his new friend and he’s doing everything he can, while talking to this person, to hide any and all affiliation Tsuna has with the Mafia. It’s something he’s found himself doing for so long now that it’s just natural. He doesn’t want to ruin what could be a nice friendship with someone normal with all that Mafia junk, after all.

So Tsuna is completely and utterly shocked, absolutely floored, when his new friend just casually brings up the Mafia, talking about the Vongola and about their own Family.

He chokes on water at first, splutters, tries to deny at first, fumbles and messes up his words. When his new friend mentions that bit about mending ancient wounds, Tsuna genuinely has no clue what they’re talking about, because again, he’s not really someone who cares about learning every in and out of the Vongola’s history.

His reply is pretty much just ‘it’s cool, dude, I promise…this is all getting really serious all of a sudden and I don’t know how to handle it, can we please just change the subject’.

Honestly, Tsuna is going to hold nothing against his new friend or any of their Family members. He doesn’t really care that the Vongola and this Family have bad history in the past. That was the past. His new friend seems like a genuinely good person, Tsuna has always trusted his intuition when it comes to people, and he doesn’t think they hold any ill will towards him or any of his friends and Family members. Why bring ancient history into the present when they could just enjoy each other’s company and live happily alongside each other instead?

#replies #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #headcanons #tsunayoshi sawada #sawada tsunayoshi

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astreinomane · 10 months ago

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things you’re looking forward to in stranger things s5?

(Also I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to your asks yet 😭 I’ll try to answer them soon though!)

hope you’re doing well :)

Ok, first of all, I'm doing fine, thank you for asking.

As for your ask...

Well, I surely look forward to Ronance being endgame (I know it's probably impossibile, but a man can dream, can't he?).

Oh, and Byler. Byler needs to be endgame, too.

Another thing I look forward to is Steve and Nancy finally having an heart-to-heart and realizing that they simply aren't made for each other romantically (because, say it with me, NANCY DOES NOT WANT SIX NUGGETS), and so they both decide to stay friends.

In this way, Steve will find someone else to realize his dream of having a family with, and Nancy will find someone who truly gets her and makes her happy ( *cough* Robin *cough*).

And in general, I look forward to Nancy being finally freed from this stupid ass love triangle that shouldn't have existed in the first place.

Another thing I look forward to is Max waking up from her coma.

But I also really hope that she won't wake up in the last minute, but on the contrary, that she will be important to the plot, even in her state.

I'm sure the Duffers can find a way to make that happen.

And also, I hope that Erica will be an important part of the team 'cause she's awesome and she deserves it (and I also hope to see more of her bonding with the Party).

And also, if they aren't going to bring Eddie back, I at least hope that Dustin and the others will be able to restore his name to Hawkins and make people understand that he wasn't a monster, but quite the opposite, 'cause it would be fucking awful for Eddie to have sacrificed himself only for Hawkins to still see him as a monster.

He at least deserve a good memory on people's minds.

And also, I know Eduardo has confirmed he won't be returning this season, but I hope Argyle will still get to make an appearance, because I refuse to believe they'll completely throw away his character without even a mention.

Oh, and Kali, Kali needs to return as well.

And I also hope that Suzie will come to Hawkins to help Dustin save the world again.

This way, we'll finally see Dustin and Suzie interact with each other in person, and Suzie will finally be aware of all the Upside Down stuff, and so we will have more content for Duzie shippers.

And also, Jonathan needs to have more importance as a character this season.

And maybe a coming out scene from both Will and Robin, where they tell the others they're gay and immediately gets hugs and support, 'cause they both deserve it.

And finally, another thing I really hope to see in this season are more moments between the Party at complete (Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas, El and Max).

And also, I really hope that they won't split up the characters, but that they will all stay together.

And I think that's all.

Damn, I didn't planned this list to be this long.

Anyway, thank you for the ask.

And tell me, what do you look forward to in season 5?

(And also, don't worry about my asks. Take your time. I can wait.)

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years ago

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Several months into the Imperial Era, during a routine job for either Cid or Rex (you can pick which it's not really important), Clone Force 99 end up on a busy Trade HUB city planet similar to either Coruscant or Daiyo.

The streets are bustling with movement and all kinds of legal (and ilegal) activity, and it's somewhat easy to get lost in the crowd and blend in. The group splits up to get affairs done, with Wrecker and Hunter going to talk with an informant, while Tech goes off to shop for parts for the Marauder, and Echo and Omega go shop for other more basic supplies.

Omega ends up wandering off accidentally and gets lost, which almost immediately catches the attention of some less than agreeable folks. She gets cornered in an alleyway and, just when everything seems like it's going to end badly, she gets rescued by two cloaked strangers.

The two ask her if she's ok and if she needs help getting back from wherever it is she came from, which she's apprehensive about at first until she catches a glimpse of their hooded faces. Two clones, both with hairline scars where their chips used to be.

Echo tracks Omega down and is initially alarmed seeing the two strangers talking to her, before Omega notices him and says that she's ok and that the two are friends. That they don't have their chips in anymore. Naturally, Echo demands they identify themselves, which one of them does almost immediately. The one that hesitated when Omega called out Echo's name.

Lo and behold the hoods come off... And it's Fives and Tup under there. Looking just as shocked and bewildered about Echo being alive, as Echo is shocked that **they** are standing before him looking as right as rain.

The reunion is a hesitant frail yet exhilarating thing. With Echo and Fives both not trusting this too good to be true situation, and actively questioning each other on things only the Domino Twins would know, before it fully hits them. This is real. They're both there. They're both alive. They made it.

They hold on to each other for dear life while very openly crying, foreheads pressed together and just letting all of the emotions, the survivor's guilt, the denial, the hope and sibling love flow. Tup and Omega watch on quietly. Let them work it out.

There's going to be a lot of explaining to be done. And Hunter resolves that they call Rex once they can set up a more secure connection because this is great news. The trip back is a bonding experience and a lot of catching up on what they've all gotten up to since the Order went out. They decide to talk about the more extensive details of Fives and Tup's survival once they can talk to Rex.

The mission having gone off without a hitch boosts everyone's mood. And while Tech sets up a call with Rex with Tup's help, the rest of the batch goes off on a small errand to make a quick credit while they wait.

This errand ends... Rather poorly.

They catch the attention of some upstart street gang that ends up trying to rob them, and during a struggle one of them throws an explosive charge at Echo. Fives reacts almost immediately and grabs the charge to toss it away from the twin he'd thought he'd lost to another explosion. It goes off in his grip... Revealing circuity and hydrolics beneath...

Everyone stops.

It's like time itself has frozen as they all stare at the mangled machinery that used to be Fives's arm. Echo is mortified, but not more so than Fives himself who's staring at the mess like it's completely foreign to him. He looks at the others, sees their horror, the fear, the sudden distrust in their eyes, and he backs away. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know what this is.

When he looks at Echo specifically, he sees the absolute betrayal in his eyes.

"You're... You're not..." Not Fives, but Echo doesn't finish that inquiry. He doesn't need to. The others are reaching for their holsters, Omega looks at a loss for what to do.

"̴I̷'̸m̸.̸.̷.̴ ̴I̸ ̸a̵m̶ ̵I̷.̴.̵.̷ ̴I̸ ̵h̸a̶v̸e̶ ̶t̸o̵ ̷b̷e̶!̵ ̴I̴ ̴a̴m̵ ̷F̷i̸v̴e̵s̵!̸"̶ The cybernetic imposter calls out, but he doesn't sound like Fives. The blast must have broken something internal, because his voice is a glitchy mess, and that just distresses him further. "̸I̶'̸m̶ ̸r̶e̷a̶l̶.̷.̵.̷ ̶I̶.̶.̷.̵"̶

The machine steps back, clutching the ruined arm with tears in his frightened eyes.

"̸I̵ ̶h̸a̸v̵e̸ ̴t̸o̶ ̵b̴e̸.̵.̵.̷"̷

And then he runs away. Leaving them completely behind.

Echo is a mess. He really thought he had his brother back, but it was some kind of twisted joke. A sick trick of some kind. It's like losing Fives all over again, but there's no time to dwell on it. Tech is alone with Tup who is very likely also an imposter as well. They need to hurry back.

When they return to the Marauder they find Tup strapped to a table and connected to several machines. He looks absolutely distressed, much like Fives had, while Tech is both disturbed and highly fascinated by this entire situation.

While the others were off on their own, Tech had offered to give Tup a medical check-up (since they hadn't had the time to do it before, and it's better to be safe with one's health than to be sorry), only for both of them to get some rather odd readings when Tech did a preliminary scan.

Readings that indicated Tup was not a human, but rather a machine of some kind, which alarmed Tech and put him on the defensive. Tup immediately swears that this can't be possible, that he remembers training as a cadet on Kamino, remembers graduating and joining the 501st, remembers the shitshow that was Umbara, and so on and so forth... That there's no way he's a fake!

Hearing all this, Tech ponders for a while before agreeing to believe him (or at least believing that Tup really didn't know because the other is absolutely terrified). And, so long as they could run a few tests, he'll trust that Tup isn't up to anything insidious.

The tests reveal something very alarming indeed: That Tup is a very soffisticated kind of android designed to perfectly mimic people, and that who's AI was created using a brain scan.

It's also revealed that, upon trying to look back on his very last memory before he and Fives ended up on the run, Tup cannot remember what happened on Ringo Vida. Has no memory of what lead up to the real Tup's death. The scan must have been done right before Tup died, so he'd have nothing to go on other than Fives's word...

Realizing that this is a lot more complex than they immediately assumed (and seeing how freaked out Tup is at discovering he's "not real"), Echo runs off to go find Fives while everyone else is busy with the implications of perfect android imposters.

He's still shaken up about all this. But, seeing how genuinely afraid Tup is, he can't live with the idea of having any version of Fives (not even an AI copy) dealing with this on his own.

Echo knows what it's like to wake up altered in a now barely recognizable galaxy, after all...

He manages to track the damaged (wounded?) android to a very dingy looking public bathroom. Fives is curled up under a sink and, when Echo kneels down in front of him to see if he's ok, he's horrified to find that Fives has ripped off the left side of his face to expose the machinery beneath. He looks heartbroken and so terribly afraid.

"̴I̴'̸m̸ ̷r̴e̷a̷l̵.̷.̵.̷ ̸I̷.̵.̸.̴ ̴I̸'̴m̸ ̴r̵e̸a̵l̷ ̸I̷ ̶p̷r̷o̴m̶i̶s̶e̸.̷.̷.̷"̴ The left side of his face is a horrifying abomination made up of various servos and circuits, the right side a hauntingly lifelike mockery of life.

"̴E̷y̵'̴i̵k̷a̵ ̴I̷ ̶p̷r̵o̷m̴i̸s̵e̸ ̸i̷t̴'̸s̵ ̶m̷e̶.̷.̷.̴ ̷I̶.̸.̸.̷ ̵I̸'̸m̴ ̴F̴i̵v̴e̸s̸!̴ ̷I̵.̴.̶.̷ ̸I̸.̵.̴.̴ ̸I̷'̴m̵ ̸s̴c̵a̸r̷e̵d̸.̷.̶.̴"̵

And Echo believes him.

Because, even if this is a copy, a cheap knockoff, those are still his brother's memories in there. And he's terrified and hurting. He's only ever heard Fives so terribly afraid once, and it still haunts his nightmares to this day.

Echo scoops up his twin into his arms and just holds him while Fives cries his heart out. They'll figure this out. Somehow.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #writing prompt #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper tup #omega #hunter #wrecker #tech #fives lives au #tup lives au #well sorta

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