#it's the closest I could get to a mullet

[gunpowdergelatine-katsu]

Mun vs Muse

Tagged by: @thatsneakymedic

Tagging: idk whoever wants to do it.

[oatsmeall]

Friendly strangers.

Jk! x f!reader | smut | not proof read

Warnings: suggestive themes and language.

College au | strangers to lovers

When you started your year at college you didn't think it'd be so lonely.

You didn't really make friends or talk to people at the campus. Your closest friends went to another college, it sucked. You weren't completely disappointed though. You just minded your business and went on about your day.

However.. you and this complete stranger would often see each other throughout the day, that being your AP chemistry course And often even in the library. You didn't know him but you sometimes talked to each other. Not conversation wise but you would ask for a sheet of paper or a pen and he'd do the same. Occasionally when you'd see him in the library, you'd sit at the table he sat at and he'd do the same again. It was a routine, the game of "Friendly strangers".

You will admit though he was very handsome, tall with dark hair in a wavy mullet and tattoos so beautiful, accompanied by piercings on his brow, lip, and all around his ears. His eyes were alluring, doe eyed when he'd ask questions and siren eyed when tension arose.

You're now sitting in the library in a comfortable silence but you really want to get to know him. You've been seeing him all semester and yet you've never exchanged names. This could be a new start to finding friends.

"psst.. hey" you whispered throwing a small ball of scrunched paper.

"hm?" He seemed to become surprised. His doe eyes were prominent.

You moved from one chair to the other to get closer to him.

"what's your name? I figured I should ask... Considering I've got class with you AND we sit together anytime we're in the same room anywhere."

"Right, uh- I'm Jungkook. Your name?"

"Y/n. Nice to.. formally meet you?" You said in a confused tone.

"yeah, same."

It fell silent again, this time somewhat awkward. You looked around the library thinking of something you could say next, to your dismay, nothing came up.

"uh- so...what're you studying for?"

"that chem test we've got next week. Better prepare now to get it out of the way.."

"mhm.. that's great. You're better than me, I just come here to scroll through my laptop and skim through class work or homework. And read, of couse." You say laughing at the last part.

"well it is a library after all. I'm actually about to finish studying. I'm going to head to a corner store right now... If you'd like to come along I wouldn't mind. Maybe we can get to know each other better?"

You were surprised he asked you to go with him. Even with such a straight face you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he felt bad...

"sure, give me a sec." You agreed anyway.

"No way? I thought that was from a whole different era? Huh? Who would've thought."

"pay attention more in class Y/n."

"mmk..Mr. Perfect."

You and Jungkook had been conversating out on a random picnic table for what felt like forever, it felt as if you've known him for eternity, like you've known him so long. He had a strange familiarity to him. Unexplainable really.

"you know... I never thought I'd ever talk to you, ever. Or that you'd talk to me at all. I just thought you were so quiet and shy. Which you're quite the opposite.." he laughs saying the last part.

"I could say the same for you Mr. Perfect, but honestly me too. I don't know where I got the guts to talk to you." You shrug eating your ice cream.

"I used to think you were so pretty..I still do. I just couldn't get the attention of the pretty girl." His eyes became lazy, the siren eyes. Oh my God...

His head in a tilt, staring you in your eyes, you felt embarrassment arise. Your face felt warm.

"you're too generous. But you know what... I was thinking.. that you're not so bad yourself, I would stare at your tattoos.." you were trying to sound like a confident woman but you felt awkward.

"yeah? Hm. What about my tattoos did you like?" He asks quietly staring at you deeply.

"I like your big arms and hands...and the way your tattoos adorn them beautifully." you say touching lightly over his hand and up his arm.

"Really? Hm.." his gaze became dark. His big hands suddenly gripped your forearm. He got up from across the table and walks over to you still grabbing your arm.

"how about I go show you what these hands can do? Would you like to come to my apartment?" He says with worry at the end. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"your apartment? U-um.. yeah sure. You don't have a dorm?" You asked in genuine shock.

"no actually, I moved out my dorm about a month ago... I like privacy." He says in a laugh.

"right.. lead the way."

All you could feel was the subtle pain in your back, Jungkook slammed you into his wall by his entrance to his apartment. Excitement rolled within you.

"Can- uh,, fuck..- may I?" He said between his kisses, he really knew how to get your spots on your neck. It felt so erotic.

"yes- mm yes- of course" you were trying to catch your breath.

"fuck- I want you bad, you're so fuckin beautiful" he said smirking while sucking your neck.

"mhm? Auh fuck, You're good at that"

He then grabbed you and carried you bride style into his living room onto his couch.

He sat with his legs spread apart, such a sexy position for such a sexy man you thought.

You crawled onto his lap causing him to close his legs together slightly, you put your own legs on either sides of his legs now sitting on top of him completely.

You lowered your body completely on him, you felt his hard cock poking your ass.

"excited?" You asked teasing him.

"very" he says shortly after continuing by devouring you in kisses.

Gripping your sides with eagerness, you began to grind on him, he encouraged you more by moving you as well with his tight grip.

"mm fuck baby, you make me harder and harder by the minute" he hisses

"fuck- you're so aggressive, I love that." You say staring at him. Your eye contact felt lethal this amped up your high.

"yeah? You like that?" Jesus, you just met the guy formally and now you're riding his lap?

He grabs your face with his big hand, forcing you to look at him. Your heart literally skipped a beat, you just discovered yourself in this moment, you loved his aggressiveness, THEE aggression.

"Jungkook- I want you...in me.." you say quietly.

"okay.. if you're okay with it then okay."

You nodded quickly. He grabbed you off of him and got up and disappeared into the dark hallway coming back shortly after with a silver foil packet. He sat down next to you. You then took over from there. Without notice you made eye contact with him while your hands went down into his sweats, stroking his cock slowly and teasingly in his pants. You just smirked at him. He threw his head back and hummed lewes noises while you stroked up and down.

"fuck- Y/n...."

You then pulled his sweats down and let his cock spring out. His cock was big. You took in what was eventually about to go into you.

He grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open with his mouth and pulled the rubber out, rolling it onto his dick.

While he was getting situated, you too we're doing the same. You took your short biker shorts off along with your panties, leaving you in your oversized sweatshirt.

He stared at you while doing so mesmerized at your beautiful body.

He pat his lap indicating to sit on it, slightly smirking at you. You did and again you put your legs on either side of his legs, you slowly sunk down onto his cock, you felt your pussy stretch out, but if felt so good to you. Your pussy throbbed, already wet you slid onto his dick nice and easy.

"mm-fuuuck, y-youre s-so big" you winced.

"baby you're so wet, all for me." He hissed throwing his head back.

"oh my God auh-fuck" you moaned as you fully plopped onto him.

He grabbed your waist hard.

"alright baby, hang onto me."

Before you could do or say anything he slammed into you hard, slowly pulling out and doing it again. Your ass smacking his balls and thighs became a louder noise, he began going fast and hard.

"o-oh my- a-auh ffuuuck" your moans were out of this world, it sounded like music to Jungkook's ear.

"yeah baby- take this cock, good girl."

The pet names made your stomach do cartwheels, you became wetter and wetter.

"yes, yes, yes, s-so good" you moaned again and again.

The lewd juice noises where on full ear display, the sound of ass on balls was amplified and your moans and cries were on blast.

"yes baby, you're doing so good, yes" he hissed. He grabbed your waist with one hand and his other reached over to your throat.

This felt so pornographic but the throat grab made your pussy throb and gush.

"uah auh, my god, f-fuck Kook I'm gonna c-cum! Fuuuuck" your pussy began to clench and so was Jungkook's hand around your throat.

"come on baby, cum, cum for me." He was also reaching his high, he felt your clench and his dick felt like it was gonna burst.

"yes, yes, fuck aughhh" you moaned in agony, your pussy was pulsating from the high you just came down from.

"yes baby, good girl" he was out of breath, breathing hard, his from hair drenched in sweat, he moved his hand from your throat your face again forcing you to look in his eyes.

"Kook- what the fuck." You say shaking. Your legs went numb. All that rough fucking made your legs weak, and your pussy throbbed and pulsated from all the force.

"yeah? You liked that?" He said still tying to catch his breath a little.

"yes." You say shyly. Even after that, you can't help but feel shy.

"here, let me get you cleaned up. I'll be right back" he stood up also taking the condom off and disposing of it.

All you could think about is how you absolutely got demolished by a stranger you only met formally today... Maybe you should continue on with these activities.

[sacredjake]

pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! cussing, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, praise kink, very slight degradation, spanking, rough sex, overstimulation, hate sex, unprotected sex

welcome to the first of four collabs that @gold-mines-melting and i have planned! we hope yall enjoy this enemies to lovers josh fic that we planned out :)

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“You’re going to Jake’s party tonight, right?” 

“Yes, Jenna, of course I’m going to Jake’s party. We talked about this like last week.” You set your phone down on your bathroom counter and pulled out your makeup bag. 

“I know that, Y/n, but you also said you considered not going just so you wouldn’t have to deal with Josh.” 

She wasn’t wrong. You had said you were debating not going to your mutual friend’s party just because of his twin brother. Jake was one of your closest friends, so of course if he was throwing a shindig you wanted to go, but Josh made it so hard to be around most of the time. 

You and Josh had once been close. In fact, at one point a long time ago, you really liked him and you thought he liked you back. However, that hope was quickly stripped away and the feelings you had towards him grew into loathing when he started treating you horribly. He constantly made rude, snarky comments to you and about you, and made sure to really kick you when you were down. And you had no idea why. 

“I’m not gonna let Josh ruin a great New Year’s Eve party.” You began applying your foundation as you spoke. 

“Good. I gotta start getting ready so I’ll see you later.” 

“For sure.” You agreed and let her hang up so you could blend the foundation out. You quickly finished up your festive makeup, and slipped on your sparkly dress and heels. 

When you arrived at Jake’s house you were pretty positive that you had been the first, if not the only, to arrive. While there was still an open spot in the driveway you pulled into the spot in front of Jake’s garage. You didn’t bother locking your car and headed straight for the front door. Just as you were walking up the path leading to his house you could hear a car loudly making its way down the road. Out of habit you turned towards the noise to see who it could be. 

Of course it had to be Josh. And of course instead of pulling into the open spot next to you he decided to park behind you. Completely blocking you in. Asshole. 

“You couldn’t park in the completely open spot next to me?” You nearly shout mostly to be heard as Josh exits his jeep. 

“You’re the one that parked in my spot, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry? Your spot?” You can’t help but stare at him completely baffled by his entitlement. You also can’t help but notice how nice he looked. His mullet was curled and fluffed up nicely, and his outfit, an elegant suit over his usual white crewneck, flattered his slender frame very nicely. You mentally scolded yourself for even thinking about it. Josh paid you no mind however, and walked past you. 

“That’s what I said.” 

It took you a moment to get moving again, but you started following him towards the door, you were hot on his heels. He had already managed to piss you off before he even left his car. 

“This isn’t even your house, Josh. How in the hell is that your spot.” 

Josh didn’t bother knocking on the door and instead just let himself in. Had it not been for the two of you arguing, rather loudly, Jake probably wouldn’t have known you were there. You and Josh were bickering so intensely that it was actually Jake's presence that went unnoticed. 

“You’re a self-entitled prick.” You pointed your finger at him, your chest puffed up and practically touched his. 

“And you’re a selfish brat!” He spat back. 

“Hey! Whoa!” Jake finally decided to intervene and pushed his brother back gently with his arm. “What the fuck could the two of you be arguing about?! You just got here!” 

“Little miss ‘I only think about myself’ here parked in my spot!” 

“How arrogant do you have to be to claim you have a parking spot at someone else’s house?!” You started to move in closer to Josh when you felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders. 

“That’s enough, you two. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve.”

Somewhere between fighting with Josh outside and walking inside, Sam and Danny had arrived to help set up. Danny was currently holding you back. 

“Josh get your ass in the kitchen and help me put out the food. Y/n go with Sam and Danny to set up the living room. I don’t wanna hear either of you say a peep to or about the other. Got it?” Jake demanded. The only response either of you gave was an unhappy mumble of agreement. 

For the next hour you and Josh had been separated by his brothers. It was definitely for the best. 

You, Danny and Sam worked together to finish the decorations up in the living room and set up a cocktail and champagne station. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jake and his twin set out all the food and the full bar. When a few of your friends showed up Sam and Danny were nowhere to be found. You had assumed that they were making their rounds talking to everyone, but you spotted them almost hiding away with Jake, deep in a private conversation. 

With more party-goers showing up it was easier to keep your distance from Josh. The lights had been dimmed, and you were feeling pleasantly tipsy after a cocktail. You drifted from person to person catching up and saying hi, enjoying the glamor of the evening. Some people you didn’t know and would introduce yourself to. Eventually Sam found you while you were free from company. 

“Hey, Y/n, I need you to go down into Jake’s basement and get another bottle of champagne.” 

“Yeah, sure. Is there a certain brand I’m looking for?” 

Sam’s lips pulled up at the corner in an almost sly grin. “You’ll know it when you see it.” Without another word he walked away leaving you to retrieve the bottle. 

You made your way to the door that led down into the basement and began the familiar descent down. There had been countless nights with your close friends spent in Jake’s basement just drinking, playing games and getting high. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you walked carefully down the steps. 

“Dude I’m not seeing a bottle of champagne anywhere.” A voice called out from the room below you. 

Josh. 

He must’ve thought you were Jake coming to check on him. Before he realized it was you and not his twin, you turned and practically bolted up the stairs. You saw a glimpse of Sam on the other side of the door along with Jake and Danny before it slammed shut. The next sound you heard was a lock clicking into place. 

“You have got to be joking!” You shouted and banged your fists on the door.

“Y/n? What the hell did you do?” 

You turned around to meet Josh’s eyes. He was about more than halfway up the stairs, a puzzled look on his face. 

“I didn’t do shit! They slammed the door and locked us in here!” You wiggled the handle furiously hoping to god it would open. 

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Josh closed the distance and basically squished you against the wall. He repeated your previous action. Clearly the door wasn’t going to open. 

“Oh we’re serious alright. No one is allowed to enter or exit until the two of you have worked your shit out.” Jake’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

“Open the goddamn door, assholes!” Josh pounded his fist against the wood this time. 

On the other side of the door there was nothing. Clearly all of them decided not to stick around. Seeing that standing there waiting around was pointless, you turned and walked down the stairs before flopping defeated onto the couch. 

Great. You were trapped in a room for god knows how long with a man you despised. As if on cue, the devil himself thundered down the steps. 

“This is all your fault!” He seethed, finger pointed at you as he walked over. 

“My fault?!” 

“Yeah, had you not parked in my spot we wouldn’t be down here right now!” He was looming over you now. 

“Do you even hear yourself?!” You stood up causing him to back up quickly but the coffee table between you ensured he couldn’t go anywhere. “Any sane person would have just parked NEXT to my car, but no! You had to block me in because I parked in a spot of a house you DON’T EVEN LIVE IN!” You shoved your pointer finger into his chest to drive the point home further. 

“I think you need to go back to Kindergarten when we were taught to keep our hands to ourselves.” His voice was calm and collected unlike yours, but you could tell he was fuming. It only served to irk you even further. 

“Fuck. You. Josh.” You pressed your finger into him with every word and craned your neck upwards even more, invading his space just to make him break. 

This was the closest you had been to Josh in a very, very long time. Even when you were arguing earlier you hadn’t been this close. His sweet but musky scent invaded every sense and you had to keep yourself from looking at his lips. 

“Y/n,” You could see the anger flare in his eyes, “I would suggest you take your finger off me.” You could feel his chest rising rapidly underneath the sole digit.

“What are you,” Another thrust of your finger into his sternum, “gonna do about it?” 

In an instant his lips crashed into yours. It was like your mouth moved of its own accord melding into his. Your hands fisted themselves in the collar of his white crewneck sweatshirt and pulled him closer. His hands were firm on your waist, fingers pulling you to him. The kiss was sloppy and rushed. Everything was moving a million miles a second. 

Josh’s hands moved back over your hips to grab your asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. You bit down hard on his lip and tugged on it earning a groan from him. One of his hands gripped itself in the hair at the base of your skull and pulled enough to cause slight discomfort, but not enough to pull you away. 

The kiss only got more heated, groans and moans escaping both your lips. After a few moments you were craving more and found your fingers working to undo his belt. His hands slid underneath the hem of your dress and teased around the top of your underwear before dipping further, but still he avoided everywhere you needed him. Not wanting to play into his game, you pushed his slacks and boxers past his hips, freeing him completely. 

“Eager are we?” Josh didn’t even bother pulling his lips from yours. 

“Are you going to play with my underwear all night or are you gonna fuck me?” 

“Need it that bad huh?” 

“Fuck. You.” 

“Oh you’re about to. Turn around and bend over.” He took your hips in his hands and forced you to turn around. You followed his second instruction, bracing your hands on the back of the couch. With his foot he kicked your legs further apart and ran two fingers over your covered cunt. As he ran them back up the length of your slit towards your clit he curled his fingers on the edge of the fabric. He bunched the skirt of your dress up over your hips and slowly pulled your underwear to the side, watching the wetness that clung to them stretch. 

“Any day now would be fucking great, Jo-” 

All of the air was ripped from your lungs as he buried himself into you fully. He didn’t give you any time to recover before pulling out of you almost completely and driving back in repeatedly. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t know what he was doing. With every thrust he successfully hit that spot that made your core tighten and pitchy moans leave your mouth. 

“Don’t have much to say now, do you princess?” There was no slowing his pace, and in fact you thought it even got faster and harder. 

In a matter of a few minutes he had already brought you to the edge of an orgasm. You could feel yourself staring down the abyss, but you just needed one final push. Using the small amount of leverage you had, you pushed your hips back to meet his and arched your back ever so slightly. The small change in position had you practically barreling towards your climax. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, Josh. Just like that. God don’t fucking stop, I’m about to- I’m gonna- Fuck me, Josh.” You sounded desperate and whiny, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock.” Continuing his space, Josh spread his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and stretching you even further. His right hand released your ass before coming down hard on the sensitive skin. The blow he delivered was the last push you needed into your high, and he fucked you through it. 

“Look at my favorite brat cumming for me. That’s it, baby, let ‘em know how good it is.” 

Even when you had finally come down, Josh never once stopped his hips and chased his own high. His pace had slowed somewhat, but the obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours only grew louder from how wet you were. 

“Josh I-” You were cut off by your own moan. It was becoming too much and you were oversensitive. 

“I know, I know. Just give me one more.” His hand snaked down in front of you and rubbed slow, tight circles on your clit. His voice was far softer than it had been in the longest time. “C’mon, just one more.” It sounded almost like a plea. His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, his chest grazing over your back. 

With his free hand, Josh moved your hair away from your neck and began leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He could feel you relax more underneath him, the discomfort turning to pleasure again. Keeping his attention on your clit, his hips started to speed up once more. You could feel the coil in your core tighten again, but much faster this time. 

“God, you feel so fucking good.” 

Once again he was ramming into you, but at a much slower pace and each brutal thrust of his hips bringing you that much closer to your second orgasm of the night. At this speed you were able to push back onto him more easily. After a few moments, Josh’s hips stilled completely, letting you take control. You sped up your hips and angled them with every push and pull, fucking yourself on his hard cock. 

“Yeah that’s it, just like that.” His hand came into contact with your ass again forcing you to gasp in a pleasured sigh. “That’s it, baby, you fuck me so good.” Another slap landed to your backside and you were almost there. 

“Just a little bit more. Keep going. So, so good.” The praises tumbled from his mouth with ease and you were eating it up. 

With what little control you had left, you sped up your hips and slammed back on him repeatedly. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. You weren't going to last much longer. 

“Josh I’m gonna cum, please.” 

His hands stopped your hips from moving so he could take over. The pace he set this time was almost as fast and hard as when he first entered you. His right hand found your clit again while his left gently pushed your lower back down to increase the angle he was slamming into at. Your fingers were digging into the couch cushions, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them.

Just as before, with a firm smack to your ass you were pushed into your second orgasm of the night. You weren’t sure if you were making noise or not, the rush of adrenaline dulled every sense that wasn’t burning pleasure. Josh pulled out shortly after you came, catching sight of your cunt fluttering around nothing while he pumped himself a few more times. He braced himself against the back of the couch with his hand next to yours and his chest almost leaned fully on your back as he came on your lower back and ass. 

As soon as he caught his breath he moved off you with only a simple, “Don’t move.” You did as he asked and stayed put, but mainly because you didn’t wanna risk getting cum on your dress. A few seconds later you were being wiped off with some kind of cloth before he carefully moved your underwear back in place. 

“You should be good.” 

“Thanks...” You stood up slightly confused and let the skirt of your dress fall back over your hips.

Josh threaded his belt back through the buckle and sat down on the couch. You felt awkward just standing there, but you weren’t sure what to say. He had been nice to you which you weren’t used to. And just gave you some of the best sex you’ve had in a very, very long time. 

“Well that is not how I envisioned our first time going.” Josh rubbed his hands down his face and leaned back into the couch. 

Once again you were confused. What did he mean by that? 

“Our first time? Like you’ve thought about it?” 

Josh didn’t say anything and instead stared at you like he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. 

“And why were you being nice to me? You’re always such an ass, I thought you hated me.” He took a deep sigh and thought for a moment before speaking. 

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” His voice was soft and quiet. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually hated you. I think I was just hurt.” 

“Hurt? You’ve treated me like shit all this time because you were hurt? What the hell did I ever do to you?” You couldn’t help the animosity seeping into your tone. You were pissed off. He was the one that started treating you like shit out of nowhere. 

“Please, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t know what you did.” Defeated anger laced his voice, his eyes slicing but still soft in a way. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Josh. Please enlighten me!” 

“You ditched our gig for a date!” He stood from the couch and faced you, his hands flailing about. “I had specifically invited you to our home show for Strange Horizons and had passes for you and you blew us off for a date with your coworker!” He leaned in closer to you, invading your space more and more. 

“Josh I-“

“I planned to sing Unchained Melody for you and then after the show I was gonna finally tell you how I felt because I thought you felt the same!”

You knew exactly which show he was talking about but he had the information wrong. 

“Josh, I did feel the same way… And I never stood you up for a date.” 

“But-“ You grabbed his hands and gave them a light squeeze. 

“I got stuck at work. The person who was supposed to cover my shift backed out at the last minute and I had to go in. I couldn’t find anyone else to cover me on such short notice. I never had a date. My coworker canceled on me for a date.” 

He looked absolutely dumbfounded. It was like the pieces were clicking into place for him.

“Oh god I am the stupidest man alive.” You smiled at him softly and threaded your fingers with his. 

“No you’re not. It was a miscommunication. It happens.” 

“Yeah, but I wasted the past year being so awful to you. Had I just asked you about it then maybe we could’ve…” You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips. 

“Hey, it’s a new year, right?” 

“Right.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we missed midnight,” he noted playfully, “but we definitely got our New Year's kiss.”

You giggled at that. Josh pulled you closer and smiled down at you fondly before giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s hope they didn’t forget about us.” He snickered, keeping one hand entwined with yours and walking towards the stairs. When he tried the handle it gave way with ease and the door swung open. He led the two of you back out into the house still holding your hand. 

“Well it’s about damn time!” Sam hollered pointing at your hand in Josh’s. Whoops and more excited cheering followed making both of your cheeks flame. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Josh turned to you with bright red cheeks but with a smile that overtook his entire face. You nodded, not wanting to have to deal with how obnoxious your friends will be all night. 

“Guess it doesn’t even matter that he blocked you in now!” Danny called after the two of you. You tried to make a quick getaway with everyone adding their two senses to the subject, all in favor of the two of you getting over yourselves. 

Both of you just laughed at Danny’s comment and exited Jake’s house towards Josh’s Jeep. He opened the door for you to hop in the passenger side and made his way around to the driver’s side. Josh pulled his phone out to put on some music and chuckled to himself. He flipped the phone around to show you what amused him. 

It was a text he had gotten while you were stuck in the basement. 

Jake: Went to check on you to make sure neither of you murdered the other. Definitely didn’t sound like either of you were in danger… Not what I intended, but glad you worked your shit out. Don’t fuck it up this time. 

The two of you rang in the new year at Josh’s house with an actual bottle of champagne and even more fireworks than the ones going off all around. 

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[voidwolf]

yoooo thanks for the tag felix!!

i made two bc i wanted to do one like how i WANT to look as well

anyone can join!! (i dont feel like going through and tagging everyone lol)

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Lmao what’s this? I’m back with more Creepypasta headcanons, this time for Eyeless Jack.

TW for the following: graphic descriptions of cannibalism/murder/gore, depictions of drug abuse, lacing food with sharp objects, body horror, and generally anything you’d expect from horror.

THERE ARE NO CENSORS BEYOND THIS POINT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DISTRESS CAUSED BY MY WRITING.

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

He/they

Obviously no longer human

Still has a humanoid-ish body

“Died” around 2011, physically 22

Dark gray skin with a faint blue-ish tint

His blood is black. Like it’s basically oil or tar now. Moves much slower and is thicker than normal blood. He hasn’t checked but he’s pretty sure all his organs share the same color and viscosity now. Like that one breed of chicken with black organs y’know?

Long ears

Lots of sharp teeth. Practically a shark mouth

Y’know what, I like you. Gives your EJ a jaw that unhinges, a mouth that rips open, and a second jaw further back in his mouth (eel jaw EJ supremacy)

3+ long black tongues depending on his mood and how well fed they are

Because of the multiple mouth appendages he has a soft lisp and often accidentally bites his tongues since they move involuntarily

Eyes are constantly leaking the black sludge. Clothing/face/belongings are always sticky

Constantly salivating the same substance, just thinner/more liquidy

Wears a surgical mask under his regular mask to combat it

Very good sense of smell

Seriously he could smell a specific blood type in the middle of a massacre of a shit ton of bodies

Can’t swim

Reddish-brown wavy hair, forgets to cut it sometimes so he sometimes has a fluffy mullet

Claws that can’t retract

Wears a black trench coat and dark gray turtleneck when actually going out and doing shit, the black hoodie is lounge clothes

Has a tail!!!! Closest resemblance to a lion tail, but larger

Lots of catlike/animal like behaviors unconsciously. Will sit on any elevated surface

Purrs like holy fuck the first time someone hears him do it they freak out

Can also growl and hiss

Despite the animalistic behaviors and feral demeanor he isn’t above being civilized

Mostly calm. Gets the zoomies after eating tho

And by zoomies I mean he’s more excitable and extroverted for a little while

Has probably ran around the woods like a maniac at least once tho

Besides Nurse Ann, he’s the most medically competent of the pastas. People usually go to him for more major injuries or sicknesses

Despite his constant orifice leakage he tries to be as clean as possible

His lab is SPOTLESS

somehow figured out a way to dilute his face goop to clean it better. No one knows how he does it tho

Is still very much a nerd. Loves reading any kind of book he can get his hands on

Starts going blind if he doesn’t satiate his hunger for flesh and organs

If he goes blind before getting food, he’s able to use echolocation pretty damn well

Can also see thermal outlines of stuff if his vision starts going

Eyes aren’t reflective so it’s pretty funny when he’s gargoyling somewhere in the manor in pitch black and someone walks in and gets startled by him sitting there staring into the void

HOW are his footsteps so silent

Dude you’re 5”8 and have a stockier build how do you not make floorboards creek

Can eat normal food, but poses no nutritional value to him

Can halfway survive off raw animal meat in emergencies, but doesn’t give him enough energy for long

Only fully kills someone about once a month, the rest of the time he’s able to meticulously and stealthily steal a kidney from unsuspecting victims without incident

Not that he hates killing or anything like that, he’s just as violent as the rest of the freaks

But he HATES the feeling of losing control he often gets when he indulges the violent urges. So he holds himself back most of the time

Besides murder and organ harvesting he often goes out to steal medical supplies from houses and smaller town clinics

Remember him being a nerd? Likes to impress people with gross biology trivia. Most are about the human body but he knows a ton of animal facts too

“Did you know flies and roaches can still live without their heads” type shit

Can’t cook for shit. He’s not allowed in the kitchen period after one of his organ jars exploded in the fridge due to air pressure bs. Ruined all the food in there

Stores his organs in four different mini fridges in his room and lab

Kidneys give him the most energy but he enjoys flesh more than organs when it comes to taste

His favorite is cheek meat and anything involving the neck

Loves to burst the carotid artery and mess around with the blood like a sprinkler toy

Gives the bones of any corpse he fully consumes to Slender. Has no idea what he needs the bones for but never cares to ask

Friends/close with Ben, Helen, Liu, Ann, Masky, and Hoody

Has a tolerable relationship with Jeff, Kagekao, Slenderman, the Puppeteer, Jane, and Clockwork

Doesn’t get along with/hates LJ and Nina

Sally is TERRIFIED of him. Y’know cause little kids are scared of the doctor and whatnot. He tries his best to be as unintimidating as possible when around her but she still prefers Ann over him

HATES being called EJ. It’s a horrible nickname. What if he walked up to you and called you legless Larry after cutting off your legs?

Abrosexual

Loves loves loves LOVES doing dissections/vivisections. Has somehow been able to convince or bribe the other undead and non human mansion inhabitants to let him do a vivisection on them at least once.

Ben enjoyed it the most because he’s a freak like that

“And this is your heart” “gross……. can I poke it” “yeah ok”

Is unfortunately able to understand the corrupt scripts of [REDACTED] thanks to the ritual that took his eyes and life. Tries his best to ignore it.

Nightmare haver! Is too stubborn to go to someone like Ben or Slender to get them less frequently even though both could easily help him

Kind of an insomniac anyways but since his face is almost always covered no one notices the eye bags

Usually takes the top layer mask off around his friends, or if the other masked pastas take theirs off around them as a sign of mutual trust

Surgical mask on their face stays on constantly unless eating or doing anything privately

Has to keep the meds locked up because Ben, Masky, and Jeff have drug problems

“STOP trying to get high off Benadryl it’s not even allergy season anymore you don’t need it”

Not a “dad” character he just doesn’t like wasting resources like that

Doesn’t care about the actual habits JUST STOP STEALING HIS MEDS

LJ for some reason keeps stealing any of his used needles and scalpels. Jack’s best bet is he puts the sharp objects in candy. Gross.

He’s befriended Seedeater the same way a zookeeper befriends a large dangerous animal

Both have a mutual understanding Seed is NOT a pet

It hasn’t even let them pet or touch it

Does follow him closely like a dog whenever he walks through the forest for any reason

Jack has witnessed it take down and decapitate a bear with a single bite before

If he ever has leftovers or parts of corpses about to go bad that they can’t eat himself, they feed it to Seed

Has a small collection of the black fur and feathers that naturally shed from Seed’s body

Also collects other odd things like animal bones or human teeth

His favorite weird thing they’ve collected is a taxidermied axolotl stolen from a victim’s home

Is also super blunt

Not out of malice, he just has a very technical straightforward way of thinking

Always asks anyone for consent when doing anything physical like medical procedures or even just nudging someone out of the way if he’s trying to get somewhere

HATES being touched without their permission or knowledge

Will bite if provoked. Will bite as a warning too

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Bonten - With Morticia Addams Male Reader

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🫓Flatbread-Anon, you're back! It's been a good while since I've heard from you, I'm glad you've sent me another one of your amazing asks.

The Bonten members that take an interest in you will be Ran and Kakucho; because I need to write some exclusive content for those two and this is the closest I'll get for now. Their parts will be separated of course. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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Yet another traitor to Bonten had been sniffed out. This on had been poking around in their real-estate business ties, closing and canceling deals while pocketing the profits for themselves.

Kokonoi, who had been noticing a small but steady drop in revenue, sent some people to investigate and they actually caught the guy in the act. Unfortunately though, he had fled before they could properly apprehend him.

Thankfully they were able to track the traitor to an abandoned warehouse, where he was currently being held in wait for a few of the executives who were sent to deal with him.

That leads us to where we are now.

"These fuckers really can't get it through their damn skulls, huh? Ya can't fuck with Bonten's shit!"

Sanzu growls, sitting cross-legged in the HQ's lounge as he loads bullets into the magazine of his handgun.

Ran and Rindou already stood by the doorway, one not bothering to bring much other than his personal firearms since he wouldn't be doing much at all and the other with nothing since he wouldn't be going with. Kakucho, who had previously left the room, reenters with coffee in hand, unfazed with Sanzu's ramblings.

"C'mon, let's get goin', we gotta traitor to kill."

The pink hair man stands up as he pockets his now fully loaded gun and grabs his katana.

Rindou nods at the three and waves his brother off as they all head out of the lounge and to the elevator to complete the task given to them.

Footsteps clack against the damp pavement as a figure clad in all black strolls the foggy streets; a serene smile painted on their black stained lips. The lacy black parasol in their hands is spun around at the handle as it rests on their shoulder.

Suddenly... their feet come to a stop. Before them stood a severely run down building; most likely condemned by the looks of it.

"My, my... this is quite the breathtaking veiw..."

Their deep voice humms echoing about the vacant street as they speak.

Kakucho pulls the car in front of the address he was given and parks, turning the engine off. He stares out of the windshield for a moment at the thick fog, brows lifting in confusion. There was no fog warning on the weather forecast today...

"Ya'll comin' in or stayin' out here?"

Sanzu asks the two impatiently as he gathers all his needed equipment and prepares to exit the car.

"I'll stay out here, I need a smoke anyway."

Ran lazily replies in his natural carefree tone as he opens the passenger door and rummages for his carton of cigarettes in his breast pocket.

Kakucho only waves the pinkette off, eyes still stuck on the fog outside as his brows furrow. The mullet haired man only shrugs as he gets out and fast walks into the warehouse, carrying his belongings with him.

The short haired Haitani pulls out both a cigarette and an intricate lighter that Rindou got him for a birthday present last year as he stands by the car. Lighting up his cigarette, Ran turns to Kakucho, noticing how quiet he had been the whole time.

"Are just going to sit there, Scarface?"

He humms, raising a thin brow at the unmoving executive.

"I'd get out but I don't want this fog screwing with my depth perception, I've only got one good eye, after all."

The blackette answers the purple haired man as he pulls out his phone and opens the weather app; completely ignoring the screams coming from the warehouse.

"Fog? Oh yeah, it is pretty foggy out he—"

The elder Haitani started, only to be cut off by a eerie baritone voice.

"My, what a lovely symphony to accompany this magnificent view... such a marvelous night this quaint little stroll turned out to be~."

The mysterious voice coos out.

The two Bonten executives flinch and immediately reach for their weapons, heads snapping in the direction the voice echoed from. Kakucho quickly exits the car with weapon drawn, not bothering to close the door in his alert state.

"Dear me, pointing such things at a stranger, I'm honored that you would threaten my life in such a way.~ Though I'm just a tad insulted, I'd truly prefer a slow paced and gorey demise.~"

The deep voice echos towards them once again as a tall figure shrouded in black emerges from the fog.

A man, dressed is all black old school English clothing, as far as they were aware, and holding a black lace parasol. He was tall and lanky with a very dark and ominous but non threatening aura, his blacked lips were pulled up into a mysterious smile.

The men were in shock; how the hell hadn't they noticed this guy before!? His presence was so intense that it would be impossible for the two, who are seasoned fighters, to miss him.

"How rude of me, I've neglected to introduce myself to you. I am [Surname] [Name], pleased to meet you two gentlemen."

The man now known as [Name], greeted the two as bowed graceful.

"This is no place for civilians; Bonten is conducting business here. Leave."

Kakucho, calming his nerves, orders the new comer, his gun unmoving from it's position pointing at their head.

Feeling no threat, Ran lowers his gun but doesn't put it away just in case something happens. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he grabs his phone out with his free hand, preparing to alert Sanzu of their unwelcome guest.

"What beings you here, Sweets?"

The elder Haitani purrs as he opens his contacts, directing his eyes towards [Name] instead of his phone screen.

"Hahaha, how cheeky you are. I'm simply here to take in the view, but it seems my presence has caused a bit of a fuss with you gentlemen."

[Name] chortles, readjusting his parasol to the other shoulder and giving it a little twirl by the handle.

Kakucho lowers his gun just so, taken aback at the strange man's words.

"The view? What?"

He mutters, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, as much as I would simply adore to stay here and take in the lingering death in the air, I must bid you adieu. Thing must be famished right about now."

The gothic man informed them as he turned on his heel and walked back into the mist.

Narrowed eyes followed his figure as he disappeared into the night...

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...and those eyes were Ran's.

The elder Haitani huffed out a quiet chuckle as he turned off his phone, his thumb hovering just above the call button on Sanzu's contact. Why bother informing Sanzu of this incident; if he did then surely the pinkette would spoil some potential fun he could have in the future. A smirk makes its way onto his lips; what an interesting guy.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Ran turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

Kakucho growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran sweat drops. Yep; same shit different day.

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...and those eyes were Kakucho's.

The blackette returns his weapon to his back pocket, eyes still trained on the retreating figure. They had such a commanding and eerie presence about them and the half blind man couldn't help but draw parallels between them and a figure of his past. He couldn't help but want to know more about them and just who they were exactly. Maybe, just maybe, they would see each other in the near future.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Kakucho turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

The blackette growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran laughed at the two in the background, dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his shoe before pocketing both his gun and phone.

Kakucho groans; he just replaced the seat covers...

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Messy

Part 2/2

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun

Genre: Enemies(ish) to lovers, roommates, smut

WC: 7k

Tag List: @sulkygyu @ltamiee @archernarbeta

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It was when you woke up the next morning and replayed it all in your head that you realized how odd it all felt. Baekhyun was still asleep next to you and you couldn’t help but admire his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like this, and it was cute how his face even looked a little swollen. He was such a pretty man. Even with that stupid red and black mullet framing his face, he still looked amazing. 

You couldn’t get over the fact that you’d held onto him like you did, even though it was only because you were scared. And what were you supposed to do now? Get up and leave before he wakes up? Stay there and wait? Would he want to talk about it? You hoped he wouldn’t. But then when would you clarify that it was all only because you were scared? He definitely needed to know that you never would have done that under normal circumstances. 

Before you could dwell on it any further you felt him moving, turning until he was facing you, a tired look on his face as he slowly sat up. 

“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice deep and rough from just having woken up. “Did you sleep okay?” 

You already felt yourself reddening as you nodded back at him. 

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s that huge of a baby about thunderstorms, that was really something.” 

Immediately a frown pulled at your lips and you let out a sound of disagreement, picking up the nearest pillow and launching it in his direction. 

“Can you not go even one day without being a menace?” You groaned. “They’re just scary, it’s like being in a real life horror movie constantly waiting for the next jump scare. I hate it.” 

“Yeah I could tell.” He giggled. “Are there any more irrational fears of yours I should know about? Need me to check the closet for monsters? Or under the bed?” 

You groaned and pulled the blanket back over yourself. “I’m not that much of a wimp, it usually takes a lot more to scare me.” 

“Yeah?” You heard him say and him and his phone flashlight were invading your space beneath his blanket. 

Before you had any time to think his face was directly before yours, beneath his blankets, illuminated only by the faint glow of his phone somewhere among the mess of bedding. Your eyes were wide, unsure what he was doing or why. His face was serious, scanning yours intently. You were glad that the dim light hid most of the redness on your cheeks, but he didn’t need to see it to tell how flustered you were. Your lips were parted slightly, trying to find something to say, to question what he was doing, but nothing would come out. You watched as his eyes moved down to your lips, moving into a small smirk as he took in just how affected you were by it all already. 

His eyes moved back up, locking with yours, and a loud clap had you screeching and falling back as Baekhyun burst into laughter. 

This time you wouldn’t admit defeat so easily and you grabbed the closest pillow, a nice dense memory foam one, and whipped it across the air in front of you, landing square at the side of Baekhyun’s face. 

You heard him grunt and brace himself against the mattress, but before you could celebrate your hit you were being struck yourself, the soft mass pushing you down to your side. You got a hold of yourself quickly and went back to offensive mode, trying to land another hit but Baekhyun was clever and dodged every swing of your (his) pillow. 

You gave yourself a brief break to catch your breath between swings but Baekhyun quickly took the chance to land another hit, making you fall onto your back. You saw him getting close and started swinging again, but your movements were brought to a halt when he caught your wrist in one hand, holding it still. Baekhyun was giggling to himself like a madman, so amused by your struggling and fighting him, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. 

With your free hand you reached and grabbed until you found something and when you landed a perfect hit, catching Baekhyin completely off guard, you let out a triumphant laugh. However, before you could even sit up fully to celebrate, Baekhyun’s hands covered both of your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your pillow. You struggled for a moment, still giggling, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to escape his grip but he wasn’t going to let you go. 

When you slowly opened your eyes Baekhyun was hovering directly over you, and you became all too aware of the situation you were in. You were already panting just from the pillow fight, but now your heart raced as well as you looked up at him, grinning down at you, hands firmly intertwined with yours as he continued to hold you down. He watched as your eyes opened and your face shifted, smile falling as you realized the position you were in. Baekhyun was on top of you, hovering over you, pinning you down to his bed. The room felt like it was becoming hotter with every passing second as you stared up at him helplessly.

“I win.” He whispered. 

You scoffed, trying to act unaffected, but you knew he would see right through you. When you felt his grip on you loosen you sat up, turning away from him and pouting. 

“You play dirty.” 

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you lost.” He responded with a grin. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, throwing one last pillow in his direction before finally getting up out of his bed. He was still chuckling to himself as you left his room for your own. 

The bowl on your bed had a decent amount of water in it and you knew it would be a pain to get it fixed and clean your sheets. You had quite an annoying day ahead of you. 

Once you’d finished getting ready and called the landlord, you made your way to the kitchen, surprised to see Baekhyun apparently already cooking something. To your surprise he had actually made breakfast for both of you, and as you walked into the kitchen a plate of food was shoved into your hands and Baekhyun was motioning for you to sit down with him. You let out a little sigh, but sat down with him nonetheless. 

“What did the landlord say?” He eventually asked. 

You let out a short dry laugh, rolling your eyes. “That he would ‘try and get around to it soon.’” 

Baekhyun made a face, clearly displeased by what you’d said but the drama of it brought a smile to your lips. The two of you went on to make fun of the mean old man, and in no time Baekhyun had you laughing so hard you felt tears in your eyes. 

He was having a great time as well, happily grinning at how easy it was to amuse you, and seeing him enjoying himself too made you feel wonderful. However what struck you the most about his behavior that morning was how he looked at you when neither of you were talking or laughing. Just seeing that frustratingly perfect face with a genuine smile, a smile reserved just for you, one that didn’t come from teasing or making fun of you, but just having fun together. 

Despite the cool fuckboy persona he was starting to appear much more warm and soft to you. He was again wearing his glasses and combined with the oversized t-shirt and sweats he wore he really did look cute. 

He was bringing the dishes to the kitchen when you asked him, “How come you never wear your glasses outside?” 

You heard a small exhale of a laugh leave him before answering. “They look pretty stupid don’t you think?” 

You frowned. “I like them.” 

He looked at you with one eyebrow raised. 

“I’m serious! They make you look less, I don’t know, douchey?” 

At that he scoffed, a hand coming up to his face as he looked at you with fake shock and grief. 

“Douchey? You think I look douchey??” 

You were happily giggling at his reaction. “Are you kidding? With that hair and those stupid flamboyant outfits you always wear? Half the time you look like someone who would try to sell cheap cocaine on a cruise or something.” 

“I look like a cheap drug dealer now? And the glasses are supposed to help with that?!” 

The bewildered look on his face only served to satisfy you more as you shrugged at his question. 

“When you’re dressed like a normal person and have the glasses on you’re almost kind of cute sometimes.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Cute?” 

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out, not out loud at least. Sure, deep down you’d thought so for a while, but saying it straight to his face was downright mortifying. The last thing you needed was more reason for Baekhyun to tease you. 

But that ship had long sailed when he saw the immediate look of regret on your face after you said it. The previous argument was long forgotten as he took in what you’d said, and how flustered you were about it now that he called you out. Your face had gone bright red, eyes wide as you stumbled over your words trying to make some sort of excuse for why you’d said it and failing horribly. 

He really wouldn’t have thought twice about it if you hadn’t reacted the way you did, but seeing how you immediately seemed to freak out, he easily put two and two together. To say that it pleased him would be an understatement. 

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He taunted, a wicked grin on his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes. 

You were too flabbergasted to even respond. Baekhyun noticed this too of course, and took good note of it. 

“What is it? Hm? I’m right, aren't I?” 

That was your last straw, and you got up to go to your room. “You’re crazy” was all you got out before closing the door. 

Finally alone, you could properly begin to lose your mind. Why the fuck had you said that. You knew he’d never let it go, that was exactly why you so strongly opposed any sort of flirting when it came to him. For him to know just how much he got under your skin, and how you felt more and more drawn to him despite your best efforts, was your personal hell. 

Baekhyun just stayed sitting at the table, chuckling to himself at how flustered you’d become. He wondered, if it would really be that bad an idea to try and start something with you. Of course he found you attractive, even more so than most of the girls he’d take home, but until recently it didn’t even seem like a possibility. But now, he thought, now things were different. It was pretty clear - you had a thing for him. But being roommates still complicated things. 

A few days later your birthday came, which you’d been looking forward to since leaving home for the semester. It would be the first time having your family visit you there, and they promised you a nice dinner and upcoming weekend together. You didn’t have the perfect family by any means, and in fact things often weren’t so great with them, but you were still excited to see them after being apart so long. 

You’d made this clear to Baekhyun, who promised to stay out of your hair while they were visiting. Not only to give you more time for your family, but so they wouldn’t raise any questions about you living with a guy. You knew how your family liked to make a big deal of those types of things. 

Your birthday fell on a Friday, and they were flying in that afternoon to spend the weekend in town. All day you ran around the apartment, making sure it was spotless for when they arrived. Baekhyun was still home, but he had his own plans to go out later and crash with some friends. 

When it started getting a little later in the day, you wondered why they hadn’t texted you yet, about their flight or your birthday or anything. It wasn’t like they were the types to constantly text anyway, but it was still odd. 

At 4pm, when their flight was supposed to land and you still hadn’t heard anything, you decided to call. For all you knew they still needed you to pick them up from the airport. However when your mother picked up, your worries were only confirmed. 

She greeted you with a “sorry sweetie” and you knew they weren’t coming. They’d missed their flight, and not even for any good reason, they just didn’t plan ahead, at all. Rebooking costs money, so they called the whole thing off. 

“We didn’t want to bother you about it” She’d said on the phone. “You can just go out with your friends now, I’m sure you’re already doing that anyway!” 

You told her you would, and that it was alright, and then you hung up and changed out of your nice clothes into sweats. She didn’t need to know that you still hadn’t made any new friends at college. 

What a birthday, you thought, as you made your way to the kitchen to make your own dinner, instead of eating out at your favorite restaurant. Too upset and lazy to cook, you ended up just grabbing a tub of ice cream. 

Baekhyun was rummaging around in his room, getting his things together for his weekend out as you plopped yourself down on the couch, turning on your favorite movie. You thought about telling him that he didn’t need to leave anymore, but he’d seemed pretty excited to get out for the weekend, so you let him be. 

What you didn’t expect was how he looked at you when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, eyes full of concern. As soon as he came out into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, he asked what happened. 

“They’re not coming anymore.” You said simply. 

“What? But it’s your birthday.” 

“Yeah.” 

“So you’re gonna sit at home alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream when you should be out having the time of your life?” 

“Pretty much.” 

Baekhyun frowned. He could tell that you were upset, really upset. He’d seen you cry that one time you yelled at him, but this felt different. He couldn’t see any tears but you just looked… empty, and he knew that was somehow much worse. 

“Have fun with your friends later.” You eventually let out quietly, standing up and grabbing your ice cream to hide out in your room for the rest of the evening. 

“But if you’re not-”

“Baekhyun, please, just go.” 

He could hear how defeated you were, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, not when you were alone like this on your birthday. He’d been looking forward to spending the weekend with his buddies, sure, but they could wait. 

Rather than arguing, he just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and poured two shots. After downing them both, he poured two more and brought them to you. 

“It seems I can’t drive so I guess I’ll have to stay in tonight.” He said before setting both small glasses on the coffee table, sitting down and pulling you onto the couch with him. 

You sighed, ignoring both glasses for the time being. “What are you doing?” 

He didn’t answer your question, instead grabbing your ice cream and putting it back in the freezer. 

“Hey! I was-”

“What’s that restaurant you were gonna go to?” 

“Huh?” 

“You mentioned something about how you were gonna go to dinner at your favorite restaurant tonight.” 

“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You mumbled. 

“The name, y/n. Just tell me what the place is called.”

You did, and he sat back down next to you, pulling up a delivery app on his phone. 

“Come on, you really don’t have to do this, just have your friends come get you or something.” 

“Already told them I wasn’t gonna make it. What do you wanna order?”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, clearly, and you groaned. As nice as it was, spending your birthday with him wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined either, but it was still better than sulking all evening by yourself. Unfortunately though, just the idea of that, and how depressing it was, was enough to have you start choking up. 

“Baekhyun, I- I think I just wanna be alone.” You tried to sound strong, but the shakiness in your voice was unmistakable, you were gonna cry.

It’s not that you actually wanted him gone, you just didn’t want to have to sit with the fact that he was the only person who was there for you at that moment. But Baekhyun saw the way your eyes glazed over as tears threatened to spill. 

“Bullshit.” He said, grabbing the two shot glasses and holding them up to you, staring you straight in the eyes as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink these, I’m gonna order you your favorite meal, and we’ll have a nice evening together here at home, okay?” 

“But-”

“No buts.” 

His eyes were still fixed on your own when you glanced down at the two shot glasses in his hands. 

It was either this or crying alone so you grabbed both glasses, quickly downing one after the other, grimacing at the lingering burn. 

“See, isn’t that better.”

“Tastes like shit.” 

“It’s vodka.” He chuckled. 

It got quiet and he was still sitting next to you, looking at you with concern, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was when it really hit you, that you weren’t spending your birthday with your family, or any friends, just him. At the first sob the flood gates seemed to shatter, and you let it all go, crying freely.

He wasted no time pulling you in, giving you a shoulder to cry on. As he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you, you tried to piece together how you’d gotten there. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked to the best of your abilities, still crying.

“You deserve better than to be left alone on your birthday, and I still owe you for how much of an ass I’ve been to you.” He replied softly, doing his best to try and comfort you. He waited, staying just like that until he could tell the tears were starting to slow down. 

“What happened?” He finally asked. “Why couldn’t they make it?” 

You took a deep breath before answering him. “They missed their flight, they were already running late, and they didn’t take into account how long security can take.” 

“That’s it?” 

You just shrugged. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, they’ve never been very reliable.” 

Baekhyun didn’t want to overstep, but the more you said the more concerned he became. 

“They’re your family, you should be able to count on them to show up for your birthday.” 

All you could do was sigh, you knew he was right of course, but that was just the way things were in your family. 

“They completely forgot about it a few times when I was growing up.” 

“That’s awful.” 

“Yeah well you’d think I’d be used to it by now.” 

Baekhyun still didn’t like what you were telling him and he couldn’t help but worry, but he didn’t want you to spend your birthday sulking either so he changed the subject. 

 “You never told me what you wanted to order.” 

“You really don’t have to, that place is kind of expensive and I wouldn’t want you to-” 

“Y/n.” He interrupted, smiling, still trying to lighten the mood. “Just tell me what to order or I’ll pick the most expensive thing on the menu for you.” 

“Okay, okay, fine, but next weekend I’m ordering in for us.”

Baekhyun agreed and soon the food was on its way, and you both tuned back into the movie you’d put on. It arrived soon enough and as you both started eating, you became too engrossed in conversation to pay any attention to the TV. The alcohol definitely helped you both let loose a little, and any filter you usually had around him flew out the door. Talking to him like this was easy, and eventually you even started bringing up your ex, someone you’d never mentioned to anyone after the breakup. 

“What happened?” Baekhyun eventually asked you. 

You took a second to gather your thoughts before responding, knowing that saying it out loud would bring back some of the pain. 

“I still don’t know, and that’s what sucks. It was all going great, and then all the sudden it just wasn’t. I asked him, but I could tell he always just made excuses. It drove me insane, constantly wondering what I did wrong, and I still think about it. I never got closure. I really don’t wanna go through that again, that’s why I’ve never had guys over or anything.”

Baekhyun stared for a second, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head. 

“What a pussy.” 

You almost choked on your drink as he said it. 

“I mean, if you’re gonna leave someone, at least tell them why so they can move on. If I had to guess he probably knew he did something shitty and just didn’t wanna own up to it. At least I tell the girls I sleep with upfront that it’s a one night thing.” 

“What a saint you are.” You rolled your eyes. Baekhyun definitely was not the sensitive type, but you still somehow appreciated his words. 

“I’m serious! People just have to be honest with each other.” 

“I guess that’s true.”

It got silent for a minute, and you were about to turn your attention back to the movie when he spoke up again. 

“I’m sorry by the way.” 

“What for?”

“Making fun of you, for not getting laid, I didn’t know you’d been through all that and that was shitty of me.” 

You just shrugged. “You couldn’t have known.” 

“Still, I shouldn’t have taunted you about it the way I did, that was cruel.” 

Thinking back on it, you remembered just how much his words had played with your head. Of course sleeping with him was off the table, but how he’d mentioned it had been so nonchalant, you couldn’t help but feel like he might’ve actually meant it. That idea in itself made your skin heat up. 

“Did you actually mean everything you said?” 

“What do you mean, “everything?” 

“The part at the end on that day I made us pasta.” You whispered. 

Baekhyun failed to fight back a grin. “I don’t think I remember, what exactly was it that I said?“ 

Of course that was a lie, the smug look on his face was more than enough to give it away. 

“Oh fuck off you know what I’m talking about.” 

“Ok fine maybe I do vaguely remember something from that night.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“I don’t lie. I may word things a bit crudely to get a rise out of you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.” 

You swallowed. With the alcohol helping a fair amount to get the words out, you finally asked. “So you’ve thought about sleeping with me?” 

Baekhyun simply shrugged and nodded. You kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“We live together, so it always seemed like a bad idea, but sure I’ve thought about it.”

Baekhyun hadn’t been expecting this at all. Even when he apologized for his taunting you, he wasn’t trying to bring up sex or anything. As far as he’d been concerned, that was still off limits, but the more you talked he realized that maybe things were changing.  

“How often?”

“How often do I think about fucking you?” 

“Mhm.” You barely hum in agreement. 

Before answering you he began to move closer, until his thigh was pressed against yours and his face was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. You were getting dizzy.

“You really wanna know?” Baekhyun knew that if he was gonna be honest, he had to accept the consequences. 

Words wouldn’t form, so you just gave him a small nod. 

“Every day, since I moved in.”

Despite the surprise evident on your face, you didn’t back away from him. Baekhyun knew that this was his chance, and he took it. 

His lips met yours with force, finally allowing himself to press his body against your own. The way Baekhyun's hand moved to hold your jaw, keeping your lips connected, was enough to have you gasping for air. It felt like a switch had flipped, and all your pent up desire for him was finally let loose. There was no more holding back. 

This was so, so, wrong. But fuck, did it feel good. 

He grinned when you pulled away to get rid of your shirt, before climbing onto his lap. As you leaned back in to find his lips again, his hands placed themselves firmly on your ass, pushing you further against him. 

You whined when Baekhyun pulled away, eyes meeting your own. “How often do you think about fucking me?” He said it in the same annoying, taunting tone you’d gotten so accustomed to, but this time, for the first time, it just made you want to wrap yourself around him even more. 

“Every time I touch myself.” You replied, already far too turned on to be bashful. 

“Fuck..” The low groan that escaped him told you just how much he appreciated your answer to his question. 

His lips began to leave marks along your jaw, until you felt his tongue just under your ear, and then he was standing up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He walked you through the apartment, until he was sitting down again on his bed. 

“How do you picture me fucking you?”

His breath against your ear made you shiver, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. 

“First, with your mouth, until you can’t take it anymore and once you’re inside, you don’t hold back.” 

Baekhyun leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, narrowing them at you. “until I can’t take it anymore?” 

One second you were perched on his lap, and the next you were pinned underneath him, unable to do anything but stare back up at him. “I think you’re underestimating me baby.” 

You weren’t sure what came over you, but you found yourself smirking right back at him. “Then prove it.” 

Not even a second later, his fingers had your bra falling from your shoulders, and his mouth latched on to the sensitive skin hidden beneath. The other hand quickly reached the waistband of your sweats, pushing beneath and pulling a gasp from you as his hand settled between your thighs. 

“Aww, you’re already so wet for me.” He mumbled into the skin of your chest as his fingers found the wet spot in your underwear.

“Can you shut up and touch me already.” His teasing, as vexing as it was, could wait. You just needed his hands on you. 

But Baekhyun wasn’t having any of it. His hand disappeared from between your legs and instead moved to your bare chest, as well as his mouth. 

“What was that, baby?” He mumbled into the soft skin, kissing and pinching your nipples, further amplifying the need for him elsewhere. 

“Fuck, Byun, just get on with it, please.” 

With that, he pulled away completely. 

“You want me to show you great sex?” He questioned, propped up on his arms, gazing down at you. 

“Yes,” you answered quietly. 

“Then be patient, the longer you can be patient, the better it’ll feel when I finally let you have it, isn’t that right baby?” 

“You’re mean.” You pouted, you knew he was right, but you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. 

“I’m not mean, I just want to make you feel good.” 

You were about to make another bratty comment but the words got lost when you finally felt his fingers wander to the waistband of your underwear. You held your breath as he pulled them down and off your legs along with your sweats, and finally, the tip of his finger was on your clit.

At first it was barely there, still leaving you whining for more, arching to push yourself further into his hand. Baekhyun continued like that for a while, enjoying how easily he could make your body squirm underneath him, bare chest flushed pink, begging for more. 

You nearly cried with joy when he started kissing down your body, until his fingers were replaced with his mouth, messily licking and sucking at your swollen clit. The pressure was finally enough to have your stomach tightening, and you knew if he kept it up, you would finally get the release you so craved. 

This time Baekhyun didn’t relent, and you felt your mind fill with a thick haze, nothing but pleasure filling your nerves. He was talented, without a doubt, as his tongue brought you closer and closer to bliss. 

When he felt your thighs begin to shake, he took it as his cue to push one finger inside, pumping into you slowly as his mouth continued its attention on your clit.

It was absolutely divine, but somehow still not enough, you felt so close, but he was going just barely too slow, licking and sucking barely too soft to set you off, leaving you right on the edge.

“Do you want to come?” He asked, barely lifting his face from your pussy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” 

Finally, he gave you what you needed. He added another finger, pressing into you over and over, sucking feverishly on your sensitive nub, and all at once, you fell. 

A loud whine filled the room, and your body shook as Baekhyun pulled you through your first orgasm of the night. Mind blank, sweating, and panting, you lay there, enjoying every ripple of pleasure that rang through you as your high took hold. 

His face and hand only left when you started to twitch, overstimulation making you sensitive. 

Baekhyun sat up and felt himself throbbing at the sight of you, completely fucked out. He was far from done with you. 

“Good?” He asked, but he knew didn’t need to. He just wanted to hear you say it. 

“Mhm, so fucking good.” 

“You want more?” 

Smiling at him, you nodded. Baekhyun finally got up to remove his own clothes, and you watched as more and more of his smooth sunkissed skin came into view. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you could assume from the volume of his overnight guests that he was probably pretty big, but when he joined you on the bed, completely bare, you still felt short of breath. He wasted no time positioning himself between your thighs, and the heat and weight of him above you made you even needier. 

This was somehow so much better than what you imagined when you were alone. The need for him was almost unbearable, and you didn’t even want to think about the mess you were probably making, just from how wet he made you. 

Baekhyun on the other hand, was obsessed, gathering as much as he could on his fingers, before pushing them into his mouth. 

“You taste so good when you cum.” He whispered, and his mouth was on yours, tongues dancing with an impatient urgency. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” 

You could feel how hard he was, and you knew you were more than ready yourself. 

“What happened to being patient?” He was smiling sweetly at you as he said it, but your heart still dropped. His hard cock was already between your thighs, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t move. 

“Fuck being patient, I just need you inside me.” 

Finally, his cock slid between your folds, but he only nudged his tip against your clit. 

Baekhyun could’ve gone on like that for hours, intoxicated by the view of you beneath him. Your heavy panting, whining, and begging him, while you arched and squirmed, trying anything to get more contact. 

“Be a good girl and wait just a little longer, and I’ll give you what you want.” 

All you could get out was a small moan of disapproval, but you didn’t dare talk back. 

He kept on teasing you, sliding his tip up and down your clit, slowly enough that it only made you need him more. It was torturous. 

“Think you’re ready for me?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” 

He grinned, “good girl.”  

He put one hand on your waist, and the other on his length, and finally, you felt him push inside.

As much as you’d needed him, the stretch was still overwhelming. He was big, and it had been a while for you, so he started slow. He could see how your eyes squeezed shut, powering through the initial discomfort, until his hips were flush with yours, completely inside you. 

As much as he’d taunted you, Baekhyun was having trouble holding himself back now. He knew you needed time to get used to his size, but going slow felt almost impossible. He leaned up, watching as he pulled out, before taking his time pushing back in, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your pussy. 

He stayed like that, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, eyes flickering between your flushed face and his length as he pumped into you. With every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot, your moans letting him know how incredible he made you feel. 

Just as you were getting used to his size, he pulled out completely, pressing one hand to your lower belly. 

He pushed inside again slowly, and the added pressure of his hand was divine. Baekhyun could feel himself filling you up under his palm, groaning with satisfaction, and finally he picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer.

The added pressure of his hand combined with his punishing thrusts rendered you completely mindless, every thought unrelated to him and how amazing his cock felt quickly vanishing. You lay there as he pounded you, and in no time a burning hot pressure took you over, unlike anything you’d felt before. His size and his hand on your belly made him hit your sweet spot harder than anything you’d felt before, and all at once, it pushed you into euphoria. 

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you’d just died and went to heaven. The orgasm he pulled from you was beyond overwhelming, and you couldn’t even register how loud you cried out his name, and how much liquid was suddenly on his bed, and between your thighs. 

 Baekhyun kept pounding you through it, moaning at the way you squeezed him and gushed all over his cock when you came. Of course this was what he’d been aiming for, but he was still impressed when he got to see the way your eyes fluttered and body twitched in reaction to his torment.

“Fuck, fuck, slow down.” You eventually gasped, barely getting the words out. Finally he pulled out, wet cock slapping lewdly against his abs. 

When you finally found the energy to open your eyes and look at him, you were shocked to see his midsection completely wet, along with the sheets between your thighs. 

Baekhyun saw the look on your face, and before you could say anything his hand was on your jaw and his lips were moving against your own. The kiss was dirty and sloppy and absolutely perfect and when he’d finally had enough, he pulled away just enough to speak. 

“That was so hot you have no fucking idea.” 

All that would come out of you was a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, knowing by the sight of his very much still hard cock, that this wasn’t the end yet. 

For a good few minutes Baekhyun just stared, entranced by the sight of you like this, and all because of him. 

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, right baby?”

A lazy nod was all you could muster up in response. He was already the best you’d ever had, and he wasn’t even done with you. Your words of confirmation had his heart rate picking up for a moment, a feeling he wasn’t at all used to. 

“Think you can handle more?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

He smiled down at you, and next thing he was standing, pulling you towards him at the edge of his bed, where he stood between your parted legs. 

When he started with the same torturous teasing from earlier, running the head of his cock between your folds, without giving you what he knew you wanted, you almost cried. Baekhyun saw the way your lip quivered with how badly you needed him, and the shocks that ran through you when he would nudge against your clit. 

You knew you were utterly pitiful, completely at his mercy, and you didn’t try to fight it. No amount of begging would make him give in, if anything he would take more time, just to hear you whine his name even more. Baekhyun was addicted, basking in the feeling, never wanting it to end, but even he lost his patience. 

The tears finally spilled over when you felt him push forward, filling you to the brim once again. They continued to fall as he started to move, the satisfaction of finally being fucked by him again letting everything go.

He moved your legs to his shoulders, getting an even better angle, and his own restraint went out the window. His thrusts got even more punishing, leaving you with little to do aside from call out his name, and nearly tear his sheets with how hard you gripped them. 

Baekhyun couldn’t remember ever feeling this crazy, this entranced by a girl. The way you took him, hugging his cock tightly and moaning his name, felt like his own personal brand of drug. 

“Who does your pussy belong to?” 

“Y-you.” 

“Say it again.” 

“You, Baekhyun, fuck.” 

One slender hand moved to let his thumb play with your clit, and you were gone. You saw white and your ears rang as you came one final time, almost screaming at the intensity of it. 

Baekhyun was losing control, thrusts becoming less and less consistent, until the sight of you coming and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him sent him into the abyss soon after. You felt him shudder as he came, breathing rapidly, gasping to catch his breath. 

You were still floating on your own little cloud of post orgasmic bliss, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, body completely limp, when you felt him collapse onto the bed next to you. He pulled you up the bed and towards him, bringing you to him for a deep and needy kiss. 

It wasn’t until then that Baekhyun played back what he’d said to you, how possessive he’d become. It was a new feeling, but he didn’t dislike it at all, it was comforting. To hear your praise for him, your need and desire for him, and only him, made his head spin. 

“I think I really like you, Y/N.” 

“Huh?” 

“I think, I want to be the only person who gets to sleep with you.” 

Your face was close enough to his to feel his breath on your lips, and his eyes never left your own as he said it. 

“Like, my boyfriend?” 

He nodded, “if you’ll let me.” 

Baekhyun, your roommate who pissed you off so incredibly badly in the past, was now asking to be your boyfriend. 

“You really mean that?” 

“Why would I say it if I didn’t? I know we’re roommates and I wasn’t always good to you, but I like you, and I want to see where this takes us, if you feel the same way.” 

Your mind still wasn’t completely cleared after the intense pleasure he’d provided you, but you also knew that this couldn’t be the last time you slept together, it was too good to just walk away from. You wanted, needed, to feel it again, and again, and you realized you did genuinely care for him. After all, he’d been there for you when nobody else was. 

His smile when you nodded in agreement lit up the whole room, and you felt it on his lips when he kissed you again. 

“If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’ll have to get rid of that ridiculous hair though.” 

He rolled his eyes, but still agreed. “For you, I’ll do it. No way I could say no to my beautiful girlfriend on her birthday.” 

You giggled, and he kept kissing you, and you looked forward to many many more nights like this with him. Baekhyun, your annoying, gorgeous, wonderful lover.

[maemaemania]

rushing water

little short story about pidge that takes place in the same timeline as my main pidge fic just a bit beforehand. i hc that pidge couldnt swim when they all first went up in space and they figured it wouldnt be any problem,,,, until it was.

CW drowning

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Pidge hated nature. 

Ok hate was a strong word. They really really didn't like it. Sure they were the paladin of the green lion guardian of the forest and blah blah blah but that doesn't mean they had to like trees or dirt or mud or water. Especially mud and water. Mud was sticky and wet and itchy. It would get inside their armor and they felt like they were losing it whenever it touched their skin. Then the water. If it isn't in the shower, pidge hates getting wet. It makes their clothes heavy and cling to them and weigh them down then all the water in space isn't exactly clean and some of it makes them itchy when it touches their skin. They had sensory issues and mud and water were their biggest enemies because of it. They didn't understand why Keith never had this problem after all he was autistic too why didn't it affect him? It's not like they wanted their teammate to be uncomfortable too but it would make them feel better knowing they were not the only one. So as the team trudged through an uninhabited planet full of thick forests and layers of mud lets just say pidge was not having a good time. At least the air was breathable and they didn't need their helmets.

“This sucks,” they said as they swatted another giant leaf away from their face only for it to swing right back around and knock them over which earned a giggle from the team.

“Aren't you supposed to be in tune with nature and all that jazz?” Lance asked as he helped the younger paladin up off the ground, “I mean this should be your element.”

Pidge fished their glasses out of the mud with a huff and gave them a good shake to get the mud off before putting them back on, “this is not my element. My element is space and science and computers not nature. Nature can suck my di-”

“Pidge!” Shiro interrupted before they could finish, “language.”

Pidge threw their arms up in mock defeat, “I don't even have one of those, how am i not allowed to even say it?” they asked and Lance snorted while Keith rolled his eyes at the two of them. 

“No you can't,” Shiro told her. “Where did you get such a pottymouth?”

Pidge chuckled at that. “Potty mouth?”

“Shiro nobody has said that in like years.”

“Except for old people.”

“Yeah I gotta agree with them on that one shiro.”

“I don't need you to agree with me.”

“Oh shut up lance.”

“You shut up, mullet!”

“Guys!” Pidge yelled to get their attention, “as much as i find entertainment in Lance and Keith’s useless gay pining-”

“That's not-”

“What we're looking for should be just over there.” they pointed past a valley to the other side where a large patch of trees filled to the brim with fruits stood.

“Perfect. Good work pidge.” Shiro ruffled their hair which Pidge pretends to be annoyed by but internally they’re beaming at the praise. Shiro did remind them of Matt afterall so it was the closest they could get to their brother’s praise in space.

“Thanks shiro! Though I still don't think any of this was worth it for some alien fruit.” They said as they rubbed at the collar of their suit where some mud slipped in, “I've got mud in places mud should not be and desperately need a shower.”

“Wow you're actually willingly taking a shower? We’ve prayed for days like this.” hunk said as he made his way down the hill side with the others. Pidge would have thrown something at him if it wouldn't cause him to fall. If he had his helmet on they would have. Instead they followed the rest of their team down and felt better seeing it was dry dirt at the bottom of the valley instead of more mud.

“Weird,” they commented as they bent down to look closer at the ground, “everything else is covered in mud and water but this part is bone dry. Feels kinda hollow too." Pidge stood back up and as if on cue a loud crack went through the ground beneath them and they froze as the others turned to them at the sound.

Lance, who was the closest to them, reached out first. “Walk over to me and go slow,” he said as he held a hand out to them while the others kept a close eye on the ground ready to grab their fellow paladin if need be. 

Pidge took a deep breath then made the first step. There weren't any cracks so that was a good sign. They took two more and the ground still made no move to give away anymore so they figured they could move a little quicker. That was a mistake. They were nearly about to grab Lance's hand when the ground finally gave way beneath their feet and they felt themselves falling and heard someone yelling their name.

Pidge could hear the sound of the water before they hit it, loud and rushing fast. An underground river. Just great. The main reason pidge hated water was because they couldn’t swim. Yes it was embarrassing a paladin of voltron and former garrison cadet couldn't swim but they just never saw the point. They explore space not the ocean in fact they majorly prefer vastness of space over, as they would put it, the horrors of the ocean or any body of water for that matter. The family had tried to teach the youngest Holt to swim plenty of times when they were little but nothing ever stuck. Not to mention little katie would cling to their brother and refuse to let go even in pools. He would always just laugh and tell them that they were safe with him and he wouldn't let them go. They wished he was here now as the water dragged them down and forced its way into their lungs when they could no longer hold their breath anymore. It burned. It burned down their nose and throat and exploded in their chest. Is this what drowning feels like? They thought. God it's awful. It hurts so bad. I can't breathe. Then it all went dark.

•••

It was like it happened in slow motion watching the ground give way beneath pidge’s feet then seeing them disappear below the surface. Lance tried to reach out for them but it was too late. They were gone.

“PIDGE!” he yelled as he peered over the edge and watched their body disappear into the water. “Shit! They can't swim!” He looked up to the others and already saw Hunk taking out the spare rope he brought.

“Lance you're the second lightest-” Shiro started but Lance was already tying the rope around himself and getting his helmet on. 

“I'll get them back.” he said before jumping down the hole after them.

Lance hit the water far more gracefully than Pidge did and turned on his light looking for that familiar hint of green. Finally he saw them floating in the water and swam over. The closer he got the more panic set in when he noticed they weren’t moving besides the small spasms their body gave to show the water was already filling their lungs. He wasted no time in grabbing them and heading towards the surface, making sure they got up first. When he got back above water he tugged on the rope and held onto pidge tight as they both started getting lifted out the water and back up to the hole. They still hung limp in his arms. 

They got back up and Lance handed Pidge off to Keith while Shiro and Hunk helped him out. Keith quickly took pidge to a more stable part of the ground and laid them down.

“They're not breathing,” he said, taking their chest piece of their armor off to start CPR. The rest of the team gathered and watched as Keith did compressions on a body that was way too small to no longer be moving. “Come on, pidge. Come on,” Keith muttered under his breath as he continued to try and revive the kids he's come to know as a little sister. Their face was pale and their lips blue and cold but Keith was not stopping for anything. They heard a loud, mechanical roar in the distance, no doubt the green lion wondering what the problem was with her paladin and that only aided Keith to keep going. If the green lion was still going then Pidge was alive. Finally their eyes shot open and their chest shook as they started to cough up the water that had once invaded their lungs. Keith and Shiro were helping them sit up and Shiro gave their back a firm pat so the rest of the water would come back up too. When it was all finally gone they took a gasping breath and slumped onto Keith's shoulder. Shiro continued to rub their back.

“Easy there Katie,” he spoke softly. “Deep breaths just like that.” 

Pidge tried to do as he said and take deep slow breaths until finally their breathing evened out. Their nose and throat still burned but at least they were alive. Suddenly their body lunged forward and they threw up a mix of water and mud onto the ground. Tears threatened to spill over just from the pain alone but pidge refused to let them fall. They didn't like crying. A hand touched their cheek and gently tilted their head up so the others could see them.

“You with us Pidge?”

Pidge blinked a few times and squinted in an attempt to see who was talking to them. Finally they realized it was Lance and gave a small smile. “I'm ok. My lungs burn and I can't see for shit but I'm ok.” They were slowly helped up off the ground and braced from the side when their legs nearly gave out on them. They tried to shake it off knowing they just needed a few minutes to recuperate.

“We should get them back to the ship and into a cryopod.” Hunk tried to whisper it so Pidge wouldn't hear but they did.

“No. No cryopods. I hate them. Theyre cold and disorienting. I'm not going on one.” as much as Pidge admired Altean technology they hated those pods. How could they be capable of healing the body from injuries yet absolutely suck to be in? Granted Pidge just wasn't a fan of the cold seeing as they were anemic but still. They didn't like things messing with their head and they always came out of the cryopods confused and their brain would feel fuzzy for a bit after. Coran and Allura always assured them that it was just an after effect of them waking up out of a deep sleep but Pidge still didn't like it. Trying to get them into a pod was a fight every time and Hunk had the bite marks on his arms to prove it.

No one said anything in response so Pidge took that as a win (it wasn't) and was sure that meant they wouldn't get put in a pod (they will). They did let Keith give them a piggy back ride back to the castle. Sometimes they did like to enjoy just being a kid.

[arsensonfire]

By any means - A Trevor Philips Fanfic

pairings: trevor philips x ftm!reader (mlm)

cw: drugs, eating/food, blood, dysphoria possibly, fluffy!trevor

enjoy! <3 sumthn to weigh out the smut fics ;)

 “Fuck..” (Y/N) cursed under his breath. Rummaging frantically, he realized that not only was his carton of cigarettes spent but there was none left in his bag. (Y/N) tossed it aside in frustration, letting his face collapse in his hands.

  He knew that Trevor wouldn’t mind getting them for him (knowing how broke he was right now), but he wasn’t even home right now. It was only a matter of patience but (Y/N) already thought they saved their last, ready for that second hit of nicotine.

   After raiding the house for butts, (Y/N) found one, lit it and flopped down on Trevor's bed. His trailer, musky and dank strangely felt more home like than anywhere else. Especially needing a safehouse after getting your new “job” at Trevor Philips Industries.

   Flopping down on his bed, the young man searched for his phone to shoot his boss a text. Trevor was swift in response, even going as far to call beforehand. “Hey, kid! What’s your poison?” His gruff yet boisterous tone came through immediately. 

   The nickname felt endearing and surprisingly gentle for him. Trevor's fondness of (Y/N)  resulted in his undying protection and loyalty, the closest thing to love Trev knew of. Hence his choice to house and basically take care of him.

   “A pack of Reds should do it,” (Y/N) spoke softly, his voice still filled with bashfulness from the pet name. “And what are we having for dinner?” Shuffling into the kitchen, he opened the cabinets and the fridge to find only molded leftovers and empty nooks. “Well I was thinking we could go to the diner, or something fast—-You know what? I’ll just pick you up.” And with a beep, the conversation ended and (Y/N) found his shoes, grabbed his bag and stood outside.

    The yellowing headlights of Trev’s beat-up old pickup nearly blinded (Y/N). Holding his hand over his eyes until the truck stopped. “(Y/N), catch!” After opening the door, a red box of peace flew into your hands. “Thanks, Trev. I really appreciate it.” Pawing at the plastic and getting it open, he waited for a stop to light it.

   “It’s nothing,” Trevor’s humble tone was coated in affection. A scarred and inked hand reaching over and stealing the cigarette from back again. “Hey, I just lit that!” “Hey, I just lit that!” He mocked, snorting a bit, “You didn’t think it was a scott-free transaction did you?” (Y/N) didn’t protest, just watched him smoke away.

   With his sunglasses and his mullet and flaming shirt whipping in the wind. The younger man only took him in, feeling admiration and passion flood his senses.

   “Mm! Now those are good cigarettes,” He handed it back, (Y/N) taking his time to take it back. Driving was probably one of his favorite things to do with Trevor, not for any reason in particular but he could tell that Trevor drove a little safer when he was in the car. 

   Pulling closer to the diner, a car swerved directly in  front of the two. “Watch it, fuckwad!” 

Trevor shouted at the car ahead, causing the driver to steer away quickly.

   The diner was fluorescent but dim, T choosing a booth in the middle and near the window. “Here we go, fine American cuisine.” His tone was indistinguishable between sarcastic and authentic. (Y/N) had a seat before Trevor, starting to look over the menu. A lot of the food was simple american food with a few exceptions like nachos or pizza.

   Seeing a few things he liked, (Y/N)’s eyes wandered back up to the man who had brought him here. Somehow still perfectly shaggy mullet and dark glasses still on. He smirked and laughed to himself as he thought about the time that Trev stole that cop car and uniform. 

   (Y/N) was driving back to Trevor’s trailer, pretty late when sirens and flashing lights started 

following him. Cursing he continued to drive until they got closer and finally pulled over. “This is so stupid,” he hadn’t done anything wrong he could think of but still complied.

   Slightly annoyed and confused they rolled down their window and immediately met the blinding flashlight. “Yes..?” (Y/N) tried his best not to sound rude, wanting a relatively easy let off. The light finally fell after a minute and Trevor lifted his glasses. The younger male could now make out the small blood stains on the uniform—-poor fuck.

   “Scared your ass shitless, didn’t I?!” Trevor chuckled, followed by a clap on the roof of (Y/N)’s car. “Dammit Trev! What the hell is wrong with you?” All of that frustration finally bled through as he let out an even bigger laugh along with his psychotic roommate.

   “Had to pull another job with the boys and got this bad boy,” Trev gestured towards the still sirening car. He sighed, “Only thing is… I don’t feel like letting it go quite yet. Wanna spin?” (Y/N) Thought for a moment and soon the two were speeding off and down traffic, Trevor and (Y/N) blasting shots into the air down the road as dispatches rang through in vain.

   The memory was close to the younger man’s heart. It was the first time he really felt alive, outside of first meeting Trevor. The two actually met through Lester, who had hired (Y/N) for a job after meeting him in an anti-capitalist chatroom. The job was okay—-mainly consisted of assisting him in organization of jobs and errands, but paid enough to keep (Y/N) “persuaded” not to let on about what he did.

   Trevor actually threatened (Y/N)’s life upon first hearing about him, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him but when actually meeting, they were taken with each other. Instantly, Trevor recognized his quiet grit and saw himself in him. At times in more ways than one.

   Deciding the employ and house him was the ground deal but Trevor was basically (Y/N)’s guard dog if you asked anyone. Of course, it was more intimate than that. Trevor was a passionate and loving guy beneath it all and (Y/N) cherished that deeply, on top of all the other obvious reasons he loved the guy.

   Another reason Trevor was so different to (Y/N) was because of their acceptance. Being trans was always a roadblock it seemed for most relationships but telling Trev was truly a breeze. While Trevor’s intelligence isn't often the most accredited thing to him, he was logically and emotionally receptive, but it wouldn’t be Trevor if he didn’t crack a few jokes.

   Trevor had already got (Y/N)'s favorite for him, indulging in his right away and his counterpart joining. “Did you ever find out, uh,” Trev set his fork down, nearly done already, “What that NUYU cosmetic surgery clinic was on about?” He asked.

   “Yeah, they said that… It’ll be another year until they perform top surgery.” (Y/N) began to pick around his food, looking away from Trevor’s hurt puppy expression, “Oh, uh… I’m sorry, kid.. You have what you need cash wise, though, right?” Working for Trevor had gotten you close enough but it was the waiting.

  “I do, but because of what I can afford I can’t afford an expensive surgeon to do it sooner.” Defeat was present in (Y/N)’s body language and the positivity they usually seemed to have waning. This upset Trevor, too, usually (Y/N) was one of his favorite pick-me-up’s outside of huffing gas.

   “You know money is no issue, kid. By any means. And anything that makes you like this,” he gestured towards the younger man’s depleted state, “I’ve gotta take it personally. Gimme a few days, I’ll see if Mo’s got something.” (Y/N)’s guts became warm, knowing Trevor’s word was solid and the sentiment was beyond anything he recieved.

   Pulling a twenty from the pocket of his jean and fur coat and beginning to stand, (Y/N) rushed to do the same, throwing his arms around the musky man who accepted with a grunt and embracing him back. It was a long and good hug, Trevor squeezing and lifting him with a happy roar of laughter coming from both.

   Leaving the restaurant, Trevor was texted about a job from Micheal. It seemed like a huge pay off. Agreeing, Trevor took (Y/N) home, peering over as they stopped to see him fast asleep.Trevor took his hands off the wheel for a second to take off his coat and drape it over (Y/N), shifting in his position.

   Trevor took one one last glance at him, he rested his arm on the car door as they cruised home.

   Once they got back to the trailer, Trevor tried to be as gentle as possible when exiting and carrying (Y/N) into his bed. Trev set him down with a sigh, looking at his peace in his sleep. That’s the only way he wanted to see him; peaceful. He walked out with the intention to do whatever it meant to give (Y/N) that.

   — A few days later, after the mission was passed

   “Sir,” A disgruntled looking young nurse spoke directly to Trevor in a disinterested tone, “You can absolutely not do any drugs in this office.” “Why not? This is a clinic after all, why shouldn’t I be as high as every other bastard back there?” Trevor huffed, begrudgingly shoving his bag of horse tranquilizer back in his pocket. With him, he brought a balloon, card and bear.

   An expensive looking woman stepped out—the surgeon, looking around for a moment. “Mr. Philips?” Trevor sprung up and walked back to see (Y/N). “How is he, doc?” Trev asked following her down the busy and packed hallway, “He’s great. (Y/N)’s operation went as smoothly as we hoped.” She stopped and waited for Trevor to enter. “Recovery information should be sent to you,” Smiling, she stepped away.

    Trevor’s expression was soft and happy, smiling gently at (Y/N). “You can work a gown,” handing over the bear and card. “And you can handle stuffed animals without defiling them. Everyday we learn something new.” You both laugh, “Yeah, I guess so,” Trevor parked on the edge of the bed.

   (Y/N) looked through the card: It read “Congrats!” in the front and inside was a note from the older man. “And hey, uh, if you end up not being into this,” He motioned between you two, “Just let me down easy, you know?” Trevor sounded hard for him, a lot of focus to do it.

   ‘Mozaltoff getting your tits cut off! Now you’re as happy as you make me, and you make me happier than any drug ever could. You’re a high I never wanna come down from. Let me take care of you and we’ll be unstoppable together.’

   “Oh, Trev,” Peace had seemed to finally descend upon (Y/N), true peace. The man that he loved unconditionally now wanted something more and he just felt better in general. He looked up at the man responsible for some of the most joyful moments in his life and he looked down and away, clearly not used to being this open.

   (Y/N) grabs his arm, stroking his skin with thumb. Trevor made soft sobbing sounds before finally turning to his counterpart, his expression emotional and his brown eyes begging. “Oh, you big lug,” trailing up his hands, “Come here.” (Y/N) pulled Trevor into his arms as much as they could with their chest still aching but Trev crawled to his side the rest of the way.

   Trevor’s heavily inked body making space besides (Y/N)’s as carefully as he could and looking at the other, holding longing eye contact with one another. (Y/N) reached up to hold his partner’s stubbly, scarred yet gentle and sweet mug and smiled. He inched towards the other and Trevor did the same until their lips met.  

   Cherishing each other’s lips: Trevor lips were chapped but plush and a bit iron-tasting from blood cracking. Regardless, it was the one thing that would make this truly magical: kissing this man that he’s been crushing on forever. “Fuck..” (Y/N) winced, “What, what?” he asked, “Surgery,” adjusting again and collapsing slowly again, “Oh right..” Trev got comfortable himself and sighing in contentment.

    “And…” The younger one started again, “What is it?” Trevor looked up. “Could you go grab me another pack of Reds?”

[jacqulinetan]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged!!!! thank you @ursae-minoris-world, you're truly so so kind to think of me.

I'll be real honest, I'm only on tumblr very intermittently and I don't really know how to use the platform at all. I'm scared that my formatting will be really messy and make people angry if I put a wall of text on their feed. So hopefully I figure out how to do the jump cut. But I just finished a fic so it's very fun to do one of these and talk about my writing. And I always like to see other people too, so I thought, hey I will give it a shot. Here's the questions:

How many works do you have on ao3? Right now I just finished my 74th work on ao3! Fifty four of those are vld, twenty four are sheith proper

2. What's your total word count on ao3? 993,716 words. I'm set to hit a million this year, I think!

3. What fandoms do you write for? LOL can you believe it? We're still loving Mr. Keith Voltron in the glorious year of our lord 2024

4. What are your top five fic by kudos? Oh well, my sk friends aren't going to be impressed--- my kl fics always take top spots for kudos and bookmarks. I attribute this not to talent or popularity but just because that side of the fandom has a much wider reach. For the sake of the questionnaire, I'll answer properly, in order: 'it's you that's haunting me' takes the top spot by a wide margin at 2,591 kudos to date. 'that mullet, etc' is currently at 1,788 kudos, and after that it's 'cross my heart,' 'swapping out silence,' and 'things that go bump in the night.'

5. Do you respond to comments? I do! for me, one of the best parts of fic is the community between authors and their audience. For the majority of my fandom life I've considered myself more of a reader than a writer, so I really treasure it when I leave a comment and an author responds. It's so special. As an author, I do respond to every comment, though sometimes it takes me a long time. I'm always so impressed that people are not only reading my words but digesting them and thinking on them too. It's wild to me. A very precious gift.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, my friend, that fic is yet to come. the wip I've got on my closest back burner has a real humdinger of an angsty ending. I'm excited about it. hmmmm if I had to answer now.....I'm not sure! usually I'm a happy ending kind of girl

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? well well well, now I have to answer this one properly don't I? Are we thinking happiest like 'biggest emotional pay off for the reader'? Or happiest like 'Keith is wildly happy' by the end? I think 'heart nailed open' has a very good emotional pay off (though I wrote it so perhaps I can't judge too well on behalf of the reader). If I am really thinking, in which fic is Keith truly the happiest he could ever be by the end...well, I try always to make Keith happy but, in 'the whole story' he has everything he could ever want AND a very nice couch.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not routinely. I did, actually, get a very nasty comment on a fic in 2023 and it legitimately hurt my feelings. Made me feel like I should not be writing at all, actually. But, can you believe it? Friends came out of the woodwork-- people I rarely talk to, even-- and jumped in my comments section and really defended me. like, I really had all kinds of people on my side, defending me! So that meant a lot to me, and I was honestly so surprised, and I'd like to give every one of those friends the kindest hand press because I really did feel very taken care of in the aftermath.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh, I don't know! I have plenty of E rated fics but I don't know if I will ever master a true PWP. to me, the sex scenes I write are not so original or exciting, nothing to really write home about lol. I'm not a fan of publicly being negative about my stuff, so I will simply say that I wish I could write some really off beat toe curling wild kink, but it's probably just not my personality to do so LOL

Is this getting really long?? should I be embarrassed ? should I close the tab and never think on this again? hmmm no

10. Do you write cross overs? Cross overs with what, my dear? There's only one Keith

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh I think 'it's you that's haunting me' strolled on over to wattpad or some such site without my permission back in the day, but I've never really looked into it. What I don't know cannot hurt me, right? I highly doubt that there's been some crazy highway robbery for perfchan words.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think I have! But I did have someone ask to record a podfic for one of my stories, and I was so flattered and thrilled!!!!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I don't have much interest in this, I am very shy about my writing and I fear I would be too cagey to be a very good collaborator.

14. what's your all time favorite ship? Keith x Being Loved and Cherished the Way He Ought to Be

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? (covers face) I don't have any unfinished WIPs.... it's not in my Type A personality to leave things undone.....

16. What are your writing strengths? This is something to really ponder!!! What /are/ my strengths!!! huh!!! well. I figured out early on that my favorite things to write are atmospheric and setting heavy -- both my most popular fic (it's you that's haunting me) and my most personally beloved fic (heart nailed open) have this in common: they have a lot of detail about the setting, and a lot of effort put into ~vibes~ of the story. so I think, if I could be self indulgent and chose which writing bits I'm good at, it's that type of thing. I really like crafting a scene you can settle into with all of your senses

17. what are your writing weaknesses? too many to list!!! I very often read my own writing and I always enjoy it (I wrote it for myself afterall) but sometimes I wonder....why did I spend so long on this particular bit? I think I am not very good at making a story tight. I wish I could master the art of being able to 'trim the fat' so to speak, really be precise with the story, but I simply don't have the chops! I can never understand how to make it better than I already have! perhaps if I keep writing long enough, I will get better at this

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? this question would really open up a can of worms on the kl side of the fandom LOL. I will admit it, I've had Lance speak spanish a time or two. I don't speak spanish myself so in those rare instances I have been VERY careful to keep things straightforward and try really really hard to not be cringe worthy to native speakers

19. First fandom you wrote for? the first thing I posted online was a USUK fic in a hetalia LJ comm. I can distinctly remember the first time I ever read a fic with *there was only one bed* (it was usuk) and WHEN I TELL YOU MY EYES WERE OPENED. I was forever changed on that day. of course I wanted to try my hand at writing after that

20. Favorite fic you've written? You would ask me to chose a favorite of my children!!! Oh! I simply could not!!! No, seriously, it's 'heart nailed open.' I love that fic

This got so long !!!!!! I can't imagine anyone reading all this !!!!!!!! but omg if you did thank you!!!!!! I'm shy about tagging people in the best of times, and like I said at the very beginning, I am very very shaky on tumblr etiquette, so I had better not tag anyone. but if my friends enemytosleep or grem or kacy or monday happen to see this, I would be very excited to read your responses!!! okay bye!!

[drowninnoodles]

for the picrew, could you add hair like stan's mullet? the closest i can get is mabel's and wendy's hairs, and those are too long. also, something like the second front hair option that blends with the back hair would be really nice.

i really like your picrew, and i can't wait to see more updates!!! :DDDD

I'll see what I can do!

[forgotteneilionora]

a mock up to represent a potential coat of arms kate and i had discussed for eilia/house stafford/astaira's coat of arms, pending lizzy's approval.

i did a lil debate abt to make the stars or or argent, but i went w argent bc the varmonts had or in theirs and i felt like it's a cool contrast. anyway, kate does this look at all how you were picturing? as with the others, this isn't how i pictured it but its the closest i could get w the site. i also feel like, the mullet being the mark of the third son (or, for astaira, child), this could also call into play some interesting potential 'foreshadowing' re: their ancestors etc and now the three daughters as we'd discussed etc

Argent (white or silver): Peace and sincerity

Azure (Blue): Truth and loyalty

Estoile/Mullet/Star: Celestial goodness; nobility; divine quality from above; mark of third son (find more in-verse symbolism here)

[kitochiart]

Here are my guys from yesterday! i made a little ref for their patterns and such. PLEASE avert your eyes from the backwards legs... past me did not have it in them to redraw it properly... its still old art so there are stuff that could be better but oh well

Knox he is the leader of the squad. He was made before the others, so he has more experience under his belt. He is also soo grumpy all the time. Has constant headaches from the stress and the others (Bugs especially)

I am putting a read more for the others bc it will be too long of a post

Jawz! He is second in command. Besides Knox he is the one who suffers the most from the tomfoolery the others get into. Also a bit too petty to not get into a fight with Bugs all the time. He likes to snipe best. He broke his jaws first mission while he was looking through the scoop and fell (loser lol) and thats where he got his name

Bugs.. local troublemaker. Biggest pain in the butt, his fave hobby is to annoy Jawz at all times. He always gets creative with his strategies and fights and half the time he needs to be rescued. On Kamino he always bugged his trainer, and he was called out on it and so his name was born..

Exo is the local smarts and tech guy. Chillest mf on earth with the coolest mullet out there. He is the peace maker if there is a fight in the squad. He is also closest to Tanner, they are kind of two peas brothers in a pod. I forgot why past me gave him the kpop name but i am sure i had a reason

Tanner!!! He sleeps 24/7 if he can. He also has a short attention span so he will ask abt the mission at least two times. Secretly third in command bc he is the wisest and handles dire situations the best. Also he is the heavy lifter in the squad, ready to carry anything (and then ready to sleep that off). Past me also didnt finish his face on the full-body drawing so he gets only 1 image... sad...

[spirker]

I was tagged by my darlings @ofmd-ann @soupbtch @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @tulipseason to make one of these cute lil picrews

This was fun! My mullet is currently split dyed down the middle 1/2 white blond 1/2 brown so this was the closest I could get lol. And my lip ring is in the middle not to the side (I have a lot of metal in my face)

No pressure tagging @gentlebeardsbarngrill @blakbonnet @merryfinches @gentlebeard @xoxoemynn

[riptideripley]

Chapter Eight of Addicted

word count:1,137

Roman sat in his living room, distraught. After watching Smackdown and seeing his family fall apart, the last thing he wanted to see was his favorite person hurt. Rhea.

Turning his tv off after she relinquished her title, he sat there for a moment quietly. God knows how she’s feeling on the inside, he genuinely wanted to cry for her. He got himself stable and stood up off the couch, heading to the kitchen and pouring a small glass of whiskey.

Suddenly his phone began blowing up, text messages from Rhea along with more of his co-workers that he left on delivered. Downing the glass of whiskey, he picked up his phone and dialed Rheas' number.

“Hey Rips, look I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when shit went left I-”

“It’s fine Ro.. is it possible I can um visit you sometime this week? I know you aren’t booked for anything so..”

“Yeah of course, anything you need I will always be here. Quick question..” he trailed off, scrolling through a few of his notifications. One from Charlotte caught his attention so he opened it, eyes going wide instantly. He quickly processed the small paragraph that was sent to him, falling quiet.

Char💙(3 days ago):

Hey Ro! I know you’re the closest with Rhea at the moment and I found some stuff out about Dom, I just don’t know how to tell her. I mean she just won at Wrestlemania so I don’t want to spoil things for her.. Basically what I found was pictures of Liv and Dom making out, I don’t know who sent them to me though.

“Ro? Is everything alright? You’re scaring me- Dom get off of him oh my god-”

He didn’t respond, just sighed and collected himself. “Yeah..everythings fine I just uh read something wrong sorry for worrying you” he lied, and he felt extremely bad.

“Oh no worries, hey when do you think I could come over? I’m looking at a couple flights right now..”

Roman checked his calendar, seeing that he had a date planned with Dean for tomorrow. “You can fly in tomorrow if you’d like, I do have something planned for 12:30 but I don’t mind you staying with me for a while or being here when I’m gone”

“Ok great, I just booked a flight. One more thing Ro.. is there anything you need to tell me before I get there?” shit.

“Of course not”

“Shit I forgot! How’s my baby Bella? Is she eating okay? Is everything f-”

Roman chuckled and cut her off, “Yes Rhea, Bella is fine. Along with Luna and Barry, Bella has just been sleeping all day for the most part.”

Rhea smiled to herself, thanking him for watching her dogs for her while she was traveling. They exchanged an ‘I love you’ to each other before she hung up the phone, turning her attention back to Dom. He was scrolling through his phone, seeming to be texting someone.

Rhea got a little curious, continuing getting her bag that she brought with her ready so she could leave. She slightly peered over as she stood on her tippy toes, only seeing the name as he put his phone away. She just stood there and didn’t say anything, turning her attention back to her stuff. ‘Why would he be texting Liv..’ she thought to herself.

“Hey I’m gonna head out now, I have a flight in the morning to go get my dogs and just relax back home” she announced, getting everyone's attention. Damian came over and gave her a final hug, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Safe travels sis” he told her, making her smile.

Dominik POV

I felt sort of relieved she had left, sneaking off from the rest of the group before our next segment to find Liv. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you since yesterday” I spoke as I finally found her, off to a corner by herself.

“Sorry I’ve just been a little busy. Has she left yet?” Liv asked, playing with the ends of my mullet. I smiled, “Yeah she’s gone, she’s leaving out tomorrow or something to go get her dogs. Since she’s gone though.. I have the room to myself” I glanced down at her, making her stop her actions and smile.

“I’ll be there don’t worry” she whispered and gave me a kiss on the cheek, walking off. I smiled and headed back to the judgment day's locker room, getting ready for the segment. Once the segment was over, I headed out with JD to get ready and have my match with Andrade.

He seemed a bit off but I just brushed it off, warming myself up.

No ones POV

Rhea finally got back to the hotel room and checked her phone, seeing as it was almost the end of Raw and she had at least an hour to get a nap before the flight. Stripping out of her clothes the best she could, she slipped herself under the covers. Her mind began wandering back to Wrestlemania 39 when she had match of the year with her best friend and her reign had begun.

Rhea closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing into the cold sheets. Finally she would rest without anything or anyone stressing her.

Fast Forward.

Roman woke up to someone pounding at his front door. He checked his phone and realized it was Tuesday, jumping out of his bed. When he opened the door, Rhea stood there slightly irritated. “Look I’m sorry I didn’t know when you’d get here-”

“It’s not you Ro, I’m just tired and over everything. Where’s my dogs?” she asked, stepping in the house as Roman moved out of the way. She relaxed her body and smiled, seeing a happy Bella run up to her. She carefully scooped Bella up with her non injured arm, walking over to the couch while being greeted by Barry and Luna.

“Want anything for breakfast? Unless you already ate” Roman asked as he made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

“Some toast and eggs would be fine” she responds, gently caressing Bella. Slipping her shoes off, Rhea propped her legs up on the couch and scrolled through her phone. Her heart sank when she opened a message from JD.

Roman seemed to notice how quiet she got and sneaked up behind her, seeing a message similar to the one he received from Charlotte. Only this time..there was actual evidence. Her phone fell out of her hand as tears welled up in her eyes. Barry and Luna instantly sensed something was wrong, jumping up on the couch with her.

Roman was about to walk away and begin cooking the eggs, but Rhea stopped him in his tracks.

“Did you know?”

[spookyblazecoffee]

Teen Wolf/Theo Raeken headcanon

- Ever since Theo was young the only constants in his life were: Tara, his hair, and a book series Tara used to read to him about a young teen superhero with Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Considering his parents were always on business trips, he and Tara had to take care of themselves from the ages of five and seven respectively. When Tara died he lost two of those things, his big sister and the book series because the Dread Doctors wouldn’t let him take the books with him. - When he was eleven he was put in a school in Wichita, Kansas, and put with “Parents” that were hired by the Dread Doctors. He knew not to get too attached to these people. However, he couldn’t help but think that the little girl they had reminded him of his big sister when she was younger. That year was when he got the two things he lost when he was nine back, the little girl who reminded him so much of Tara had taken him to a bookstore after he told her about the books he remembered so little about and she had taken some of her allowance money to buy him one of the books, the first one, he read it in a week. - When he was almost twelve he went to another bookstore, this time he was in Grove, Oklahoma. He didn’t have any money, but he had a bag that could be mistaken for a backpack. He went straight to the section of the store that would hold the books made by  ‘Jenna Geyer’ and put as many of the books as he could in his bag without it looking much bigger than it had when he entered. In the end, he got the second and third books. He saw two kids a few years younger than him with an older man right outside the bookstore when he left. The kids were a boy and a girl. The boy was blonde with freckles all over his face specifically his nose and right under his eyes which were a striking electric blue. The girl had reddish hair she had some freckles as well, not as much as the little boy though, one freckle was in the outer corner of one of her eyes which were a beautiful shade of jade green. The older man had scars under his eyes and one on his chin, he and the little girl shared an eye color. The older man had said to the kids: “Remember that your mothers are waiting back at the farm, so we have to hurry to make sure they don’t worry.” The kids had just responded with bright smiles and nods. If Theo felt a little bit jealous about their family dynamic, no he didn’t. - When he was thirteen he was put in a school in Omaha, Nebraska with another family that took care of him while he was there. The school he was going to was giving away books that weren’t checked out as much as the school library thought they would be when they first got them. The fourth and newest book in Jenna Geyer’s superhero series was one of the said books, so he got to take it “Home” and keep it. He finally read through the dedications of the books he had. The first one said: “To, mo chridhe*, my youngest son, my superhero, the inspiration of this story. Liam, I love you. Thank you for being an amazing, kind, sweet boy.” The second one said: “To, my sons, solais mo bheatha**. May you always know what it is like to have a family that loves and supports you throughout whatever you do.” The third one said: “To, my darling oldest son. Camden, may you always look after your baby brothers, no matter how far away you are or if you are with your seanair***, we can find you wherever we look. The fourth one said: “To, the fans of my books, my family, and my friends. Thank you for supporting my writing. I love all of you, and may you always know that I will be in your corner no matter what. Theo now feels a little less alone in this stupid life that he was born into. - Theo is fifteen when he hears that Jenna Geyer is making a new book, and he decides to go to the closest store he can find and get the cheapest phone he can to see the updates about said book. He has grown his hair out since the last time he got one of Jenna Geyer’s books and now has a mullet. He finds out the release date of the newest book is on October 21st, 2013, a little over a month before he turns sixteen. When he gets the book he immediately reads who it’s dedicated to. The book says: “To, my ex-husband. I hope you are happy that you hurt my sons, and I hope that you are ready to face the wrath of what happens to people like you in Dubnos****.” And Theo’s jaw just fucking DROPS to the ground because, after reading all of the updates about the latest book he could find and reading the dedications for the other books he never thought that Jenna Geyer of all people would be that harsh, but, as he knew from memories of Tara, you should never hurt someone that an over-protective sibling or parent loves with all their heart. - The next house Theo is put in his “Parents” force him to cut his hair because they don’t want to be seen with a boy who has long hair no matter if it’s a mullet or not. He cuts it, but not much, not wanting to lose the only thing that is still under his control. After he leaves that house he cuts his hair short on his own accord, not because some strangers forced him to. - When he goes back to Beacon Hills, he hasn’t yet become seventeen and he’s standing in front of his old best friends in the pouring rain, explaining why he’s back. He knows he’s being followed when he hears Stiles talking with someone who he can’t recognize the voice of. - When he gets back from Hell (for lack of a better term) he’s met with Liam and Hayden’s faces and scents, but he immediately pushes Liam against the wall, because he’s scared, but also because he feels the need to be in control of a situation for the first time in months. - After the final fight against the hunters at the hospital, he walks over to Gabe and kneels down in front of him, holding his arm and asking: “Does it hurt anymore?” Gabe had responded with a simple: “No.” Theo looked at Gabe and said: “Good.” - One day, after Theo and Liam get together, Theo is over at Liam’s after spending the night the day beforehand and they’re making breakfast for themselves and Liam’s parents when Dr. Geyer and Liam’s mom walk downstairs. Liam’s mom came downstairs first, seeing Theo and Liam singing along to We Will Rock You by Queen. “Hello, are you one of Liam’s friends?” Liam’s mom had asked when she saw Theo, having not met him before. Theo turned to her and when he saw who she was he whispered: “Putain De Merde... tu l'es... hum... Salut*****.” closing his eyes, embarrassed that he started speaking in French. Jenna just looked confused as Theo looked between her and Liam, who was wearing a matching look of confusion, while Theo continued to ramble in the languages he knows. Italian. (Liam and Jenna not understanding anything he’s saying) French. (Liam catching onto a few words, but not enough to understand what he’s talking about) German. (No fucking clue) Latin. (Again, no fucking clue) Turkish. (Liam and Jenna wearing matching looks of concern) Liam puts his hand on Theo’s shoulder and he starts to calm down. He’s still speaking in another language, but this time it’s just French. He starts to get angry with himself before mumbling: “Bon sang, Théo, Anglais. Tu parles à ton idole et tu ne peux même pas dire un putain de mot, imbécile******!” Jenna doesn’t know what he’s saying, but she knows it’s self-deprecating and she’s not having any of that under her roof. “Take your time, I don’t mind.” Jenna says, placing a hand on the shoulder Liam doesn’t have his hand on. Theo looks at her and blurts out: “I love your books!” Jenna looks pleasantly surprised at what he said while Liam looks confused because he didn’t clock Theo as the type to like superhero books. However he also didn’t clock Theo as the type to like him, so... “That’s very sweet of you to say.” Jenna replies, smiling at Theo softly, and then something dawns on him. The dedication of the first book coming back to him:  “To, mo chridhe*, my youngest son, my superhero, the inspiration of this story. Liam, I love you. Thank you for being an amazing, kind, sweet boy.“ Theo just turns to Liam, eyes wide. Liam looks at him confused. “What?” Liam asks softly, Theo stares for a little longer before he questions: “Have you never read who the first book your mom wrote was for?" Liam nods slowly before confusion turns into embarrassment, making Theo smirk widely. Jenna looks between the two before clearing her throat. Liam turns to his mom before she asks: "So... how do you two know each other exactly?" Liam blushes even more before saying to Jenna and David: "Mom, Dad, this is Theo Raeken. My boyfriend. Theo, these are my parents." Theo stretches his hand out for David to take, having already been comforted by Jenna in her own goddamned home. Jenna has a smile on her face for the rest of the day, and Theo will be embarrassed for the next month because of this ONE encounter!

*My Heart (Scottish Gaelic) Based on @waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea ‘s nickname for Liam from Jenna. **The lights of my life (Scottish Gaelic) ***Grandfather (Scottish Gaelic) ****Celtic Mythology equivalent to Hell *****Holy Shit... you are... um... Hi (French) ******Damn it, Theo, English. You're talking to your idol and you can't even say a fucking word, you idiot (French)