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drainslo · 1 year ago

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Chishiya x Reader AU -- player x citizen angst (One-Shot)

In which things aren’t as they seem.

In retrospect, getting involved with a player when I was a citizen wasn’t a great idea. Let’s be honest, it was one of the worst things I could’ve done.

I had infiltrated the Beach together with Mira and Kuzuryu, and we posed as executives. Obviously I was given a speciality of diamonds.

When they found out what I did. Mira was simply fascinated by the monster I was, and Kuzuryu treated me coldly.

Don’t you think you’re going too far, have you no heart? Kuzuryu had jeered, infuriated by my selfishness. What was worse instead was how delighted Mira was.

But I couldn’t help it, my feelings. There was no rationality or logic behind it. I felt like a goody clubs player giving in to the power of friendship and love. Or even worse, I irrationally felt like a manipulative hearts player that forced him into loving me even when it was reciprocated. I had to swallow the feeling of nausea that arose from my deception when I was around him.

Ironically, I didn’t know he felt the same. My player had thrown another under the bus to steal the cards from the Beach and he desperately hid it from me for some reason. I guess he understandably didn’t want me to see the monster that he thought he was.

It was funny how similar we were. Player and citizen: two sides of the same twisted coin.

I spotted him running towards my room when the 10 of hearts was announced. I didn’t have time to say goodbye to him properly since I had to prepare my venue for the next round of games. I couldn’t even leave a note, because of the possibility that counted to admitting being a citizen.

My player was clever, though. I think he at least suspected something was off with me. He once lazily commented that Kuzuryu gave off a kingly aura. He wickedly stared at me when he said so, and I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me.

“I suppose,” I had responded carefully, and that was enough for Chishiya.

And now Kuzuryu, Mira, and I had disappeared after the 10 of hearts. Mira happily volunteered to be the next one to announce the games. So with all his intelligence, Chishiya definitely knew that I was a citizen. He probably even knew I was the Queen of Diamonds.

There were days of maintenance between the first and second wave of games and I begged the other citizens to let me go to him. They all refused, saying that I would get lasered and there was currently nobody else to run a diamonds game in my place.

So I waited in my venue for him to come. There was no way he wouldn’t; I knew of his fascination with diamonds games. I focused on beating players in my game, a human version of chess that was inspired from one of the Harry Potter books.

I played the queen, and could direct other pieces around the board. If I was captured, or was checkmated it was my game over. Players each had to become a piece, and had to direct each other or the remaining pieces in an attempt to win. I could kill players throughout the game by capturing them, or more quickly, everyone would lose if I checkmated the king.

I ran one game a day, and usually they lasted around 30 minutes at most. My chess hobby and love of Harry Potter growing up finally proved useful, despite how morbid they now were.

Throughout the week, I checked the blimps every night. Kyuma, the King of Clubs, had fallen on the first night of the games, and the Jack fell on the fourth night. I didn’t know who was running the Jack game, but Kyuma’s death was devastating to see. He was so lively and vivacious despite being a game-master. He made me feel less guilty about my relationship with Chishiya unlike the other King.

“You only live once! So why not live freely? If your love is genuine, then that’s all that should matter” Kyuma had told me. It made me feel marginally better, even though this came from a guy who flocked around naked.

Enji, Jack of Hearts, had fallen by day 6. Unlike Kyuma, his death was in no way a tragedy. His creepy hypnosis had always made me feel uncomfortable, and I secretly hoped all along that players would kill him in this stage.

Strangely enough, only the Queen of Spades had fallen the seventh night. I was surprised to see the lack of diamonds games that fell. Knowing Chishiya, I assumed he would immediately set out to clear them first.

Unless something stopped him from doing so, likely the King of Spades. Isao was too good at being a roamer, and he often drove players into game venues they never would’ve stepped foot into otherwise.

The eighth night, the Jack of Diamonds toppled. I heard the blimp fall in the middle of my game and I rushed outside to confirm once I killed all the players. Where Amon’s Jack once proudly flew, there was now only the clear blue sky.

Chishiya’s coming.

My heart fluttered at the thought of seeing my Chishiya again, but I knew what the cost of it would be. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to give up my life for his as a citizen, but I was less sure that I could live with myself if he died because of me.

On the ninth night, I opened my venue for the daily challenge. Unsurprisingly, An, one of the former Beach executives with a diamonds speciality, was waiting outside with a group of her allies behind her. There were 7 of them in total, but no Chishiya.

They walked onto the life-sized chessboard where I was standing, waiting expectedly for me to begin the game.

It was both a blessing and a curse that Chishiya wasn’t there.

“So, is that everyone? Are we ready to start?” I asked, prepared to close the venue.

Then the entrance opened, and I breathlessly watched Chishiya walk in. He stepped onto the board besides An, unsurprised when he saw me.

Now it’s everyone.

I gazed at him, trying to read what was going through his mind. He quirked his lip into a vague smile but didn’t say anything. I wanted to tell him everything, but my duties as a citizen had to come first.

“I’m going to start the game.” I flicked my hand towards the giant projection screen I had placed in my venue and an automated voice read familiar rules.

[GAME]

‘CHESS’

TIME LIMIT: NONE

WEAPONS NOT ALLOWED

RULES:

THE GAME IS CHESS. IF ONE SIDE VIOLATES THE STANDARD CHESS RULES, IT IS GAME OVER.

PLAYERS ARE PLAYING BLACK, AND THE QUEEN IS PLAYING WHITE.

PLAYERS MUST PICK A PIECE ON THE BLACK SIDE TO TAKE THE ROLE OF. THE QUEEN WILL PLAY THE QUEEN ON THE WHITE SIDE.

THERE WILL BE 90 SECONDS FOR EACH SIDE TO MAKE A MOVE.

TO MAKE A MOVE, ONE PLAYER HAS TO DICTATE WHICH PIECE IS MOVING AND WHERE ALOUD. IF THE PIECE THAT IS MOVING IS A PLAYER, THEY CAN WALK TO THAT PLACE. IF IT IS NOT A PLAYER, THE HOLOGRAPH WILL SIMULATE THE PIECES MOVING.

PLAYERS WILL ACHIEVE GAME CLEAR IF THEY CAPTURE THE QUEEN, OR CHECKMATE HER SIDE.

PLAYERS WILL INDIVIDUALLY RECEIVE A GAME OVER IF THE QUEEN’S SIDE CAPTURES THE PIECE THEY TAKE THE ROLE OF. ALL PLAYERS WILL RECEIVE A GAME OVER IF THEIR SIDE IS CHECKMATED.

PLAYERS MAY NOT LEAVE THEIR CHESS POSITION IF IT’S NOT THEIR TURN. IF THEY STEP OFF IT’S GAME OVER.

THIS SCREEN WILL SHOW THE TIMER FOR EACH SIDE TO MAKE A MOVE. THE GAME ITSELF CAN GO ON AS LONG AS NECESSARY.

“So you’re running wizard’s chess.” Chishiya commented faintly amused, clearly remembering when I shared my Harry Potter filled childhood with him.

“Unfortunately, I am,” I replied.

An positioned herself as the queen, instructing other players to take the roles of the back row chess pieces. Chishiya volunteered himself as the knight, and the game began.

An was primarily leading the charge against me, and she occasionally conferred with Chishiya throughout the game. By mid-game, I was 2 pieces up and in a strong winning position, having taken several pawns and killed one of white’s rooks..

When the rook player died, An exasperatedly turned to Chishiya next to her and venomously uttered, “I wasn’t expecting your girlfriend to turn out to be a sadistic citizen.”

It was the most emotion I’d seen from An. I hesitantly glanced over at Chishiya, who didn’t verbally affirm An, but he didn’t defend me either. I didn’t expect his silence to hurt more than if he said anything. Logically I should’ve been happy that he didn’t agree with her, but I wanted to hear him say something, anything about my being a citizen.

Chishiya instead leaned in towards An and whispered something into her ear that I couldn’t hear. She looked over at me, then back at Chishiya and nodded.

Chishiya walked over to the square in front of me, following an L-shaped pattern as a knight.

My knight, except without the shining armor.

“What are you doing? Do you have a death wish?” I hissed at him.

“You can’t step forward,” Chishiya calmly said, and gestured to the player-bishop behind him. As I drew my gaze to the bishop, I realized he was right. If I stepped forward, it would put my king into checkmate.

I quickly surveyed the next move I could make. I decided on pushing a pawn forward to threaten the bishop.

“You have,” I glanced at the clock. “60 seconds before I make my move.”

“I think you have much more to say than I do~” Chishiya’s voice had a melodic tone.

The clock read 45 seconds. That wasn’t nearly enough time to profess how I felt for him. To me, he was my everything. And my legs almost shook as we were now directly face-to-face, and it hit me that I wasn’t going to be the one walking out of here alive.

“Where do I begin?” I laughed. “I’m sorry for not telling you that I was someone who ran the games that were trying to kill you. I’m sorry, for our relationship, I wasn’t planning on it. I wanted to set the record straight that I never deceived you along the way. Everything between us was true.”

“I wasn’t going to accuse you of deceiving me,” Chishiya said slowly. 30 seconds “I have a lot of respect for you and Kuzuryu. Your games were interesting. Did you design the 6 of diamonds?”

I nodded. “I saw that was your first game. I was watching, and I was impressed that you made it out without knowing the rules.”

“What did you feel when you first saw me?” Chishiya’s voice had its unmistakable lilt when changing the topic abruptly. “Did you see me as a player, or a person?” 15 seconds.

“I saw you as a player. But then you became someone who was important to me, and no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, there was only one explanation for how I felt. I love you.” It was the first time I had mentioned the word “love,” to Chishiya. Throughout our relationship, it had always gone unsaid.

I sent the pawn one step forward as the timer hit 5 seconds.

An was silent, and the timer reset to 90 seconds for the player team.

“When I met you, I felt something was off,” Chishiya admitted. “But you were interesting, so I wanted to observe you closer. I had a certain respect for your intellect, see. Yet as we spent more time together I realized what I was missing.”

We were eternities apart, only separated by one square, but we were so close. He leaned in towards me and touched his forehead to mine.

“Years and years of emptiness. Somehow, you looked through the empty shell I was and saw me when I couldn’t even find myself” Chishiya whispered softly.

I placed my hands on the side of his face gently caressing him. He was so familiar. I felt my heart ache since I hadn’t seen him for over a week.

Neither of us acknowledged the quiet tears that slipped out of our eyes.

“You’ll clear the rest of the games. This batch of players is strong. Kuzuryu might be challenging for you. He’s extremely intelligent, but I don’t doubt you. ” I said softly so nobody else heard my voice breaking.

15 seconds.

“(Reader), what happens when we clear the games?” Chishiya tentatively asked.

“You’ll have a choice to make. Don’t make the one I did. I made it for the wrong reasons, and I’ve regretted it every day.” I was begging him not to choose to be a citizen like I did three cycles ago. I thought that being a citizen would grant me a sort of immortality. The opportunity to remain alive as long as I killed players in my games.

With Chishiya, I realized how fruitless this all had been. I wasn’t really living at all.

5 seconds. An still hadn’t said anything, and it was still the player’s turn.

I took a deep breath, my decision made long before I consciously registered it, and stepped off my square. I hugged Chishiya tightly and felt his heart pounding. He was so alive.

He stroked my hair and murmured, “You did the best you could (reader), I love you too. Now rest.” Chishiya then pulled away from my hug and kissed me softly. It was the second to last thing I felt.

The last thing was the brief pierce of a laser through my skull, then all was numb.

[GAME CLEAR]

PLAYER SIDE WINS

#imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #alice in borderland #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader

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thiirsdaygirl · 1 year ago

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mira goes investigating

okay this is not about zukka… or atla..

thats ur warning

SO BASICALLY AT MY SCHOOL i have english second period on days 1 and 2. on a day 1 i saw in the desk in front of me (desk 3) someone wrote free palestine in sharpie 💕!! so then i was HOOKED INTO FINDING OUT WHO IT WAS. i am not joking i am litterally like hyperfixated on this. its giving quinni from heartbreak high.

ok so the first person i dmed was this girl jana, i knew she had my teacher and shes very pro palestine, so in my mind she was the most likely. plus she had english the period before me. she said it wasnt her and she didnt know who sat there. so i asked my (kinda) friend bella and she said that she thought yuzuki sat there. now bella had english in d block on the day before i found the writing, so the timing would make sense, but yuzuki is not the kinda girl to be not ignorant.

i dmed her anyways and asked her like the basic questions, do u have this class, do u sit here, she said yeah, and so i asked was this writing on the desk when u were there yesterday? (with the picture i took of the desk) and she said no. a not important fact was that she took foreverrrr to respond to the last question which was infuriating!!

so i had narrowed it down to 1st period the same day, to last period the day before. pretty close to solving if u had asked me 😼 but anyways… i asked jana to send me her class list from google classroom, and it had two people i was familiar with, taj and sofie. first i dmed taj bc hes super nice, he responded like right away and now one of my friends thinks he has a crush on me- NOT IMPORTANT. anyways he said he barely knows the people in his class, i said its ok ty and moved on.

next i dmed sofie, no joke it took her a day to respond. so i went to work and made like $15 of tips for a birthday party i worked at, and then i got home and FINALLLYYY i got a text back. she said yeah she had the class blah blah blah, and that isabelle sat there, so i asked her who sat next to isabelle (because isabelle is NOT the kinda girl to write free palestine on a desk) and she said she did. PERFECT. so i asked her, was there any writing on the desk? she said YEAH ACTUALLY I THINK THERE WAS. thats when i had my detective moment…

so i knew it had to be last period. but yayyy!! i had no CLUE what class that was. i did the sane thing and emailed my ugly rat ass english teacher man, he has STILL not emailed back. i basically asked him what class he had e block on day 3.

like a while ago i forgot my ipad charger in english class, and while i was in french i went to pick it up. i saw this person alfie, and this person marcy who used to be friends w me. i talked to my rat english teacher ab how someone took the charger, and i left.

so that was d block, and i have french on day 2 and day 3, so i thought that there was a good chance that that class would also happen in e block (last period) on a day 3. i checked saturn, and found alfie and saw, sure enough, (my teacher) e block creative writing. i also checked who else was in the class, one other person, maddie.

maddie is in cheer with my friend… madi 😭 LOLL. but i had her added on insta so i dmed her and asked her the basics, she said yeah. so i asked her who sat in desk 3?? ALFIE. now here comes the part of my little detective journey where i am STUMPED. BECAUSE ITS OBVIOUSLY THEM. but i checked their saturn which had their socials linked and dmed them on insta, they had 2 followers, and 1 followed. it was pretty obvious they do not use instagram. but i dmed anyways and i asked 3 questions. are u alfie? do u have this class? who sits in desk 3? (this was before i texted maddie)

now i am DESPERATE. i KNOWWWWW it was them i know it in my heart. and i added them on snap they havent added me back. i know where they work but i am NOT CRAZY. just saying……….. I JUST WANT CONFIRMATION!!!!!!!!!!

i think if they dont add me back on snap, ill email them 🎀

#on some detective shit 🔥#im litterally insane #hyperfixation #true detective

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ocalaghan · 2 years ago

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I just spent like 2 months watching Desperate Housewives FOR IT TO END LIKE THAT?????????????

I wasn't expecting amazing things but oh my God. Mike's dead, Karen's dead, Tom's NOT dead, they're not even implied to be BFFs forever?!!!!!! I REJECT THAT ENTIRELY.

I appreciated the little look into their futures showing how their lives work out and everything BUT THEY ALL NEED TO STAY BESTIES. REGULAR VISITS. GIRLS' TRIPS. PHONE CALLS AND ZOOM MEETS. THAT'S HOW IT GOES.

I honestly cannot believe Mike died. Like, we watched, painstakingly, waiting for Susan and Mike to get together... and finally they do... and he is basically THE ONLY REDEEMABLE MAN ON THAT STREET... and they fucking KILL HIM. That was honestly so fucking annoying. I think Susan started off as my second fave lady on the lane but by the end she was really annoying me. Then Mike died and she was okay again, more likeable, and I like how they ended her story (her and MJ moving to be with Julie and help her raise the baby so she can finish her PhD and maybe meet someone). You know, other than Mike fucking DYING, it was a nice end for her. Although it did confuse me as to how she was supposed to keep visiting Mike's autistic sister if she was moving away? I don't remember exactly where Julie was living though so I'm just envisioning Susan goes back for regular visits. Also, they never really touched on what happened to Susan's mom's cancer? I'm just gonna assume she recovered lmao.

And another little addition, is obviously... Zach Young? We never really got a resolution on that? He was Mike's biological son and he was in rehab and that was the last we heard of him. I feel like Susan would want to help Zach? Keep visiting him? Try to have a relationship with him? That was annoying that he never got mentioned.

Gaby and Carlos' ending was ideal for them, I guess. Gaby sort of learned to be less selfish? Ish? And her ending up being the breadwinner of the family and having a job in fashion that she loved was quite cool. I knew they were going to be endgame for sure after they got back together early in the show but my feelings about Carlos are so complicated because the writers had him all over the place. One moment, he's an abusive, neglectful, controlling husband who fucking sucks, then he's a good guy, then he's blind so he's the victim and also a good guy because he's seeing life in a new way, then he gets his sight back and gets shitty again, then he's good again, it's like I HAVE FUCKING WHIPLASH HERE. He was just their scapegoat for when they needed a bad guy to do something to shake things up. But it made it hard to know how to feel about him because I didn't like him at the beginning at all. Like okay cool he's nice now but he sucked for so long lmao. So whatever he and Gaby are happy I guess with their annoying kids and their cat. Gaby was also possibly the worst of all the girls in some ways? But she was also probably the most fun and interesting character with the most heartbreaking backstory? She probably overtook Susan as my second fave after Susan started annoying me lmao.

As for Bree. I never vibed with her even though she was a really interesting character. But they made it clear even until the very end of the show that she held archaic views on relationships, sex, immigrants, overall politics (even though we did see character development such as her coming to accept her son as gay and no longer seeing it as a bad thing) so I just didn't like her. However I was glad to see she got with that lawyer at the end and got some kind of happy ending because oh my god she went through some shit. AND even though I didn't like her, I was mad as fuckkkkkkk about Rex's lovechild entering the picture, stealing her business, and then she just never gets it back????! That was such an infuriating plotline. She basically had an empire, she was a national celebrity? And this guy just steals it all and I was expecting there to be some wild scheme for her to get the business back later but it just never happened. So, in my head, her lawyer husband gets it all back for her somehow down the line because that was her hard work and it made me so mad that story just ended there.

And then Tom and Lynette... byeeeeee. I wanted to root for them but Tom just fucking sucked. He got worse and worse and then when they were separated, he was telling Lynette he wanted to make it work while taking another woman out to dinner? And the whole premise of their marriage falling apart made no sense because Tom was pissed she couldn't just let him have the spotlight but he had the spotlight for like half their fucking marriage? She gave up her job that she loved to have a gaggle of kids she didn't even seem to really want while he worked. And then later she let him live out his pizzeria dream. Like he was in the spotlight and being the breadwinner a LOT. So it just made no sense. And they breezed on past the fact Tom had a brief affair with Renee before they were married REALLY quickly. I didn't even want them to get back together but I knew they were going to. Lynette was my fave from the start and she did some absolutely batty shit during the show so she wasn't that great but I really didn't want her to stay with Tom BECAUSE HE FUCKING SUCKEDDDDD but whatever of course they're together. At least they went to NYC so Lynette could become a CEO of Katherine's business, I was glad about that. Because she was supposed to go back to work for Carlos' company after her maternity leave and then just... never did? Even though she loved that job? Just started up a random interior design business with Renee? So, yeah, take the CEO job baby, you deserve it. They can be happy and rich in New York City with their kids/grandkids/whatever. Although they never mentioned Tom's older daughter Kayla again after she went to live with her maternal grandparents (which is weird because Tom was supposedly visiting her frequently) and I think that would've been cool if we'd seen her come back as an adult and like... less of a vindictive wee cow. Like it would be nice to envision she can have a relationship with not just her dad but also Lynette and all her half-siblings.

Speaking of Katherine. I fucking hated her. What a lunatic. I know she supposedly recovered and everything but that woman literally killed her own aunt to stop her secret getting out to her daughter and that was NEVER ADDRESSED??? WHAT DID HER AUNT EVER DO OTHER THAN SUPPORT HER. Fucking weirdo. I was glad when she left the show but it was pretty cool they had her realise she was gay... only to bring her back in the finale and she's no longer gay. What??? Fucking dumb as hell JUST LET THE GAYS BE GAY.

I would've been pissed if they did that permanently with Andrew too because he almost married that woman at the end but then Bree talked him out of it. Although it was weird, because he moved back in with her and then we just didn't see him again? Where was he during all the drama with the trial? Did he move with her and Trip when they left the lane? I like to think yes because I enjoyed the closeness of their relationship after it was so terrible in the early seasons. Andrew was so fucking evil and I hated him and then he kinda turned into my fave character later? I needed more Andrew content for sure. It was really frustrating that they had him have an affair and then ultimately his husband left him. What's with not letting the gays be happy on this show! I wanted to see Andrew meet someone else nice and see more scenes/more of him and Bree together. Didn't care at all for his sister Danielle but it was nice that her and Bree's relationship was somewhat repaired too in the end I guess.

Karen dying also sucked. Extra sad that the actress herself died from cancer just weeks after her character did too, that was such a sad detail to learn. Why couldn't Karen and Roy just stay old and alive and happy on the lane at the end!!! But honestly such a great twist for Karen to be the one to own up to Alejandro's murder and make sure they all got off the hook. She definitely went out with a bang. I always loved that she kept Ida's cat for her and that they didn't kill the cat off because I hate when they do that in shows. I guess Roy took care of him after she passed away.

Bob and Lee being in it 'til the end was nice, I thought they were going to end up fading into the background eventually but they were there and they were happy and they are the only gays on this show that can say that about themselves.

I also really didn't care for Renee. Didn't like her attitude, just wasn't vibing with her. It felt like she was brought in to be an Edie 2.0 but we really didn't need another Edie type character, I don't think. Good for her and that Aussie guy and everything but I just wasn't bothered about her at all.

There were too many friggin' characters on this show but I guess that's all the consistent people that mattered by the end. Overall it was a really good watch. I didn't love the ending obviously but it kept me hooked from the get-go; even the parts I found a bit boring were still watchable and I was engaged to the very last episode. Like rarely a day has went by in the past couple months where I didn't watch at least one episode. I always wanted to see it because I remember I would watch Friends on E4 as a child and I would see this show get advertised. It wasn't exactly how I thought it would be but it was really good and I'm glad to have finally seen it.

Although I have to say, with the title being Desperate Housewives, I feel like the term housewives was super loose for the vast majority of it. Even when the show started, sure, we had Bree, housewife. Lynette, housewife. Gaby, housewife. Susan, in my opinion, was never a housewife. She was literally an artist, illustrating and publishing books. She worked from home and was sort of her own boss??? But then very quickly Lynette became a working woman again and I would say she did that the majority of the show. Bree later had her own business unfairly snatched away from her!!! and then, obviously, Gaby had some odd jobs but she was probably the most consistent in housewife status until the end.

Also what was with everyone dating underage boys!!! Gaby banging John, Katherine slept with Susan's younger cousin, I'm sure there was something else like that that happened? It was ick. AND THERE WERE SO MANY PLOT HOLES.

Whatever I'm going to stop venting. It was a good show, I enjoyed it a lot, outright gasped at my TV so many times. I probably won't rewatch it but I did really like it.

#desperate housewives #lynette scavo #susan delfino #gabrielle solis #bree van de kamp #tv: desperate housewives

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synthapostate · 2 years ago

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Another WIP list update

Because for some reason I think I'm capable of getting organized.

Resist Psychic Death - Possessed Newt. :(

Can't Control My Fingers - Newt makes a terrible mistake. (A comedy.) (Definitely coming up with a better title.) (Complete)

For Alien Syne - Five times Hermann Gottlieb got drunk and needed to hug the stuffing out of that infuriating little man. (Complete.)

Smut (it's not smut) - The morning after their first time. Turns out it's smut. It's not smut.

Like Cats and Dogs - Domesticity and possible pet adoption. Angst. Turns out it's smut.

The Tropes Nobody Asked For - A bodyswap AU. Comedy. Hurt/comfort.

I could be writing sweaty nerd sex like a normal person but no - Mostly a story about self-image. Angst. Fluff. There is no plot. Some kind of stream of consciousness BS. (Complete in the sense that anything can be complete given continuity of identity within linear flow of time.)

More tropes nobody asked for - A time travel AU. Drama. Comedy. (Complete)

Decontamination Shower - A lab accident makes things weird. (Still not sure where I was going with this but now everybody's naked, so.)

Fear of Flying - A deep dive into my aerospace engineering special interest, technically includes a lot of hand-holding. (This one's really taking off.) (Oh no, it's stalled.)

Heating Pad - A cat adopts Hermann.

Expectation vs. Reality - My take on their first meeting. (Complete but needs another pass to make Hermann more of a dick.) (I added a fourth chapter as an afterthought and it's the best thing I've ever written. I reread this and I cry genuine tears, WTF.)

Hermann's Ex - Newt meets Hermann's siblings and Learns Things he never knew before. (Complete but the last chapter really went off the rails.)

Thriller - The Shatterdome is kind of spooky at night.

There Was Only One Bed - We like tropes here. (This was supposed to be a trope subversion but I forgot where it was going, so I guess it's just the trope now.)

Miserable, Lonely and Depressed (Pathetic) - The return of Cool Uncle Newt. (He's not cool, he's possessed.)

Vampire AU - I mean obviously I had to write a vampire AU at some point. (Comedy.)

Whump - Was supposed to be about a car accident, but it turned into emotional hurt/comfort. With pie.

Some Days You Just Can't Get Rid of a Bomb - Newt tries to solve capitalism.

Retail Horror Stories - Newt and Hermann commiserate over the shitty jobs they worked when they were younger. (Maybe scrapped because honestly no one needs my nonfiction about MegaKaren.)

Ghost Story - Comedy, it was SUPPOSED TO BE A COMEDY Death of a major character. 50k word novella about grief APPARENTLY.

Nightmares - Ghost drift bleeds into their dreams.

Cold as Ice - Hurt/Comfort? Something. Contains no hurt/comfort and has nothing to do with cold or ice, but...it's...something.

Newt's Passion - A sex pollen fic. (No, it isn't.)

Other, Funnier Ghost Story - Will it be a comedy this time? Let's find out. It is a comedy but it's about vampires now.

Fever All Through the Night - Sick fic. All comfort.

Consent is Sexy - A team-building exercise leads to certain confessions that would not be made while sober.

Always On My Mind Some Sign to Pursue a Promise - Hermann overthinks everything. A story of missed connections. (Nearing completion.)

The Moon Turned to Gold - Newt is desperate to impress his old classmates. Good thing he has this amazing new husband to show off. (A comedy.) (Zine fic!)

Dinner With a Friend - Oh NO I DON'T WANT THIS. (Hermann accepts Newt's offer to meet Alice, and I lie awake at night trying to think of a way to get him out of it.)

Alternate PR2 - The biggest shitpost I've ever made. IT'S SO ANGSTY WHAT HAVE I DONE. (Complete, and maybe my favorite thing I've ever written. I might write a sequel. And a prequel. And do some art? Maybe write a song.)

Cold as Ice 2: Alaskan Boogaloo - Does have something to do with cold and ice.

The Worst Thing I Can Possibly Imagine - My genuine attempt to work through something, but then I thought of a punchline so now it's a funny little shitpost.

False Alarm - Their first meeting since their First Meeting.

Splash - A...feelings thing. The first tentative steps toward getting along.

Coffee Shop AU - I swore I would never write a coffee shop au, but...

Scrooge McDuck - Budgetary concerns.

Stop You Have Enough WIPs - Some silly fluff for these stressful times.

Shoes - Newt's past catches up with him. Hermann is intrigued.

Groundhog Day - Hey man, these sci fi tropes exist for a reason.

#fic #good grief this is exhausting

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kymisfoxxhole · 1 year ago

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My body felt like Jell-O as I made my way to the door. I hadn’t slept much due to Hades. I couldn’t seem to get any sleep because I couldn’t get him out of my head. Every single time that I closed my eyes I remembered the kiss we shared. The extremely hot kiss that sent butterflies to my stomach and a heartbeat to my kitty. But Hades stopped it before it escalated, and I was left wanton and wanting more.

Hades hasn’t mentioned it, thankfully, and we sat in silence as he drove me back home. When he made it outside the house, we sat in an awkward silence as he tried to form words.

“Have a good night Hades.” It didn’t take me long to get inside my house and run up to the bathroom. I ended up taking an hour-long shower to calm myself down, and I was still desperate for more.

He was the reason why I wasn’t wearing panties under my dress. I had become so wet thinking about him that I had to go change. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time as I was told we were leaving. I walked to the front door, looking into the hallway where my brother, Jayceon, was piling up crates of beer he had retrieved from the shop yesterday in preparation. He shot me a sly smile as I looked past my step-mother. Great, we definitely weren’t going to have any room left to be anywhere near comfortable.

“I said specifically no drinking, you know how I felt about this!” She shrieked, glaring at Jayceon. “Tell him, Kira!" I sucked in a breath, looking at Jayceon for courage. “We are twenty-four Angelina.”

Jayceon picked up one of the crates of beer, he walked towards us casually with a cheeky smile on his face. The smile only infuriated Angelina, whose face was turning a deep shade of red. He passed us, nudging her on the way out.

“I’m telling your father!” She yelled out. I sighed, rubbing her shoulder as I walked out behind him.

I had noticed that the back seat and the trunk of the bus was full, and I shot a glare at Jasmine, who just gave me a lopsided grin. Jayceon shook his head in disappointment and just sat the case of beer near the van.

“There isn’t any room for the alcohol Jace.” I said, for once actually agreeing with Angelina about leaving the alcohol behind.

I had no plans of getting drunk during the trip, I would rather be comfortable during the several hour drive. The look Jayceon shot me though told me that he’d rather leave me here than the drinks. Which I knew he would, given the chance.

Jayceon glanced at me before re-entering the house again, shouting back at me, “There’s always room for alcohol!”

Angelina entered the house behind him, muttering about how she was calling our father immediately as if he could stop his adult son from having a drink on vacation. I didn’t listen as Angelina and Jayceon bicker between themselves. Instead, I watched as Hades made his way down the street. I swallowed a lump in my throat, what would I say to him after last night?

He pulled a suitcase alongside him, his other hand holding the strap of a duffel bag over his shoulder. His short-sleeved t-shirt allowed me to see his bulging muscles. Despite how my body instantly reacted to him, I began to become irritated. Am I the only one who brought a reasonable amount of luggage for this damn trip?

I pouted slightly, debating on filling another suitcase with my precious clothes that I had decided would have been just a waste of space. Obviously, others didn’t think to make that sacrifice.

As I stood there pouting Hades got closer, a hard look on his face as Jasmine waved him over. One thing that was different about us, he always looked so unhappy around certain people. His face is a hard mask, void of any emotions. His eyes though gave him away multiple times when his guard was down. He had built walls around him so high that sometimes it was even difficult for me to understand him. It was one of the things that made me fall for him, it was just friendship at first but over the years I had developed a deep lust.

It was hard not to like him, towering over six foot two with an athletic body, gorgeous features, and not to mention always there for me when I needed him the most. I had fallen hard.

Hades placed his bags into the minibus in the next available space, a look of annoyance on his face amused me more than it should. He turned to listen to what Jasmine was saying to him, only to look past her. His eyes met mine as he shot me one of his rare breathtaking smiles that showed off his perfect white teeth.

I smiled back at him, it was hard not to. The memory of his lips against mine as I straddled him filled my mind as I looked away quickly.

I looked down at the blue sundress that I had decided to wear, exposing my legs and hugging every inch of me. I thought it would have Hades take a double look at me but he didn’t seem to notice as he added his duffel bag to the pile. I shook away the stupid thoughts in my mind, trying to get rid of a forming headache.

Angelina was now inside, her voice quieter as she searched for her phone. Jayceon was grabbing both crates of beer, placing one on top of the other before bending.

“Lift with the knees,” he mumbled before lifting the beer with a groan.

I moved to the side, letting him pass. I was going to go over towards Hades but stopped in my tracks as Jasmine’s hand wrapped around his wrist, she knew that I liked him. Over the past few weeks, she had started to become more flirtatious with him. I doubted where her true loyalty lay but never confronted her about it, knowing she’d deny it all.

I watched as they exchanged quiet glances and smiled at each other. My heart clenched as I tried to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t fall for her charms.

Hades looked at me, his eyes piercing mine. Shit. I was standing like an idiot. He had something to Jasmine as before walking around the frowning girl. He began to walk towards me with purpose as my pussy clenched in excitement. Fuck I wished I had put on some panties after I took my soaked thong off. I didn’t think that I could survive so long in a car with him without my thighs being soaked in my own wetness before we got there.

“No!” Hades shouted at Jasmine as he kept walking towards me, answering whatever question she had asked him. He looked worried as he got closer to me, was it about the kiss? I tried not to make eye contact as he got closer to me.

“There’s my girl.” He smiled, opening his arms as he pulled me into a tight embrace. My cheeks burned, butterflies caused havoc within my stomach. His cologne smells amazing as I inhaled deeply, at the same time he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Hades.” I mumbled softly. I breathed in, filling my lungs with much needed air. My arms wrapped around his tall frame, pulling my body against his. I couldn’t get enough. I was like a love-struck teenager with a crush. His hands tightened around me, making me feel safe.

“The she-devil wants to share a room with me,” he whispered softly into my ear as my heart sank.

Of course Jasmine wanted to share a room with Hades, she would more than likely enjoy how much it would affect me. His breath fanned across my neck making it harder to think straight.

“Save me,” He joked before he bit my ear. A shudder ran down my spine as I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the moan. What the actual fuck?

“You can always sleep in my room.” I offered quickly, too quickly for my liking.

My eyes widened as the words left my mouth. I was a complete and utter idiot, sure I was thinking it but I never meant to say it. His arms tightened around my now tense body as I waited for the backlash from my comment.

Hades placed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, staying there for a moment before slowly pulling away. I was mortified beyond words, I had just offered him to sleep in my bed. I could only pray he didn’t take it in the way I had meant it. His lips on my neck didn’t help as I clenched my fist tightly.

He took my hand hesitantly. “We need to talk about last night.”

“Yeah.. we do.” I drawled out. We stood in awkward silence, not knowing what to say or who to start. I cleared my throat, about to ask what happened last night when Jayceon appeared with another crate of beer.

“Why are you just standing about?” He grunted in annoyance. Hades let go of my hand before walking over to Jayceon. I trailed behind them, trying not to stare at the back of Hades. Jayceon placed the crate of beer onto the pile and looked at Jasmine in anger.

Jasmine cleared her throat before climbing into the passenger seat, claiming her own seat. Jayceon just smiled at her, before pushing the beer into place so it doesn’t fall. It annoyed me at the fact that she was head over heels in love with the girl. It made me think of how much I was going to regret this; lusting over a topless Hades in the heat of the summer, Jasmine flirting with Hades 24/7, Jayceon being all over Jasmine, and it will more than likely end with the both of them fucking her before their holiday was over. Fun? I doubted it highly as I contemplated just staying home.

Along with the group Leviathan, Amala, and Tristian were still coming. That would provide much-needed entertainment with all the drama between them due to the state that Tristian was in last night though it would be a miracle if he made it, he was already 20 minutes late.

My head was already starting to ache with the thought of spending such a long period of time with them, sharing the same house. I wanted a quiet getaway before I had to start my job as a personal assistant but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I should never have imagined a quiet time with the friends and family I had.

“I’ll drive.” Jayceon announced as he jumped into the driver’s side, smiling smugly as he sat by Jasmine.

I bit my lip, I didn’t want to be in a confined space so long with Hades. I looked at Hades as he stared at all of the baggage. There was little room before but with all the drinks it would be a push to get Hades, Tristian, and myself squeezed in.

“This won’t work,” Hades said before he let out an aggravated sigh. I couldn’t help but agree with him, some things had to go.

A taxi pulled up beside us before I could make a suggestion, a seldom looking Tristian climbed out with many bags of his own. Great.

“You’re late,” Hades grumbled as Tristian grunted in response

I doubted he could even remember last night. Looking at him now it was obvious he had more than he could handle at the party.

Tristian placed his bags onto the other clumsily, leaving only one seat accessible in the back with all the luggage creating a huge wall between it and the front, I shot a glare at my annoying older brother who ignored me completely. He pulled the passenger door open as Jasmine complained about him taking her space. She grudgingly moved to the end of her seat as Tristian closed the door before leaning on it and going to sleep. Jasmine was just small enough to fit beside him, a pout on her lips.

“Fuck it.” Hades muttered as he got into the back, surrounded by bags. I bit my lip, there was no seat for me. I contemplated just staying home. It was a good excuse, wasn’t it? There was no room.

“Kira, you should join Hades, there’s not enough room up here.” Jayceon called back to me with an apologetic smile before he reached over to fasten the belt across Jasmine and Tristian, more for Jasmine’s sake than Tristian.

I looked at Hades as he watched me. There was nowhere to sit but on his lap, and I felt the blood rush to my face. I couldn’t do this, I don’t have underwear on. He didn’t show any emotion as I moved from foot to foot.

With a curse I gave up any thought of backing out and climbed in and getting on top of Hades awkwardly. I closed the door before leaning back into Hades. His arms instantly wrapped around me as I tried to relax. I was more than happy knowing that Leviathan and Amala were meeting us there but at the same time I wanted to catch a ride with them to get out of this situation.

Jayceon pressed his foot on the accelerator as I slid back slightly, more than I would have liked. My ass pressed directly onto Hades dick as his arms tightened around my waist. A gasp slipped from my mouth as I felt him get harder beneath me.

My heart raced within my chest as my pussy became soaked with every movement. I could feel him against me as I bit my lips, internally scolding myself for not wearing underwear. I refused to speak to him or even turn in his direction, the entire situation being awkward.

Silently, he reached over me to get the seat belt before securing us both. I was pressed even closer to him as the seat belt restrained me slightly.

“Let’s talk.” Hades announced as I bit my lip. I was in no predicament to talk as I felt him push against me.

“About?” I mumbled back slightly.

I looked through the tinted windows, watching everything pass in a blur. Feeling queasy, I looked away trying to find something else to take my mind off Hades’ dick pushing against me.

“I don’t regret the kiss,” he paused, “I just hope it doesn’t ruin what we have.”

My heart jumped in my chest as I repeated the words over and over again in my head. He didn’t regret it. I stayed quiet, clenching my thighs together as we continued the drive along the quiet road.

Jayceon ran over a pothole in the road, sending me bouncing slightly off Hades before landing on him with impact as he grunted softly. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pleasure of his hard dick rubbing against my pussy through the thin fabric of our clothing.

The road became worse as I moved more, bouncing more frequently up and down on his dick, my breasts bounced with each bump in the road. I breathed deeply, this couldn’t have gotten any worse.

“Ah fuck, what are you doing to me?" Hades grumbled quietly to himself as his grip on me became tighter.

A hard jolt sent Hades shifting in his chair as I slid down his lap slightly. My dress raised with every movement, the material rose higher and higher up my legs. I couldn’t move, my hands were preventing dislodged luggage in front of me from completely falling on me.

“Do you regret it?” He stammered out, his voice wavering slightly, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

“No,” I replied quickly, holding back the moan that threatened to spill from my mouth.

He pressed a kiss against my neck, his hold tight on me. “I don’t want you to panic but my shorts are sliding down.”

My eyes widened, fuck. His hand trailed to my upper thigh, running along the hem of my dress which was currently close to exposing me. I was about to tell him to try and fix himself when a jolt of pleasure shot through me, clouding my thoughts.

“Hades.” I moaned, the feeling of his dick pressed against my clit as we slid together. My breathing stopped. I could feel bareskin underneath me. Hades’ hard dick under my bare pussy.

“Fuck!” Hades cursed as his dick rubbed against my wet lips. We were too trapped together to pull away as I clenched my eyes shut.

“Hades,” I whimpered, moving my hips automatically against him. He growled slowly, cursing as his hands went back to my thighs.

“Fuck.. please tell me you want this as badly as I do?” Hades gritted out through clenched teeth. I’m sure if we tried we could have found a way to get out of this situation, but did I really want to?

“Yes I do.” I breathed deeply as his dick ground into me, another bump had him press into my clit as I trembled on top of him.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, especially with Hades of all people. The hungry virgin inside of me was happy I didn’t have any underwear on.

“Just relax.” Hades breathed against my neck, his grip becoming tighter around my hips. He was close to entering me with every bump on the road. My eyes widened as I felt push against my wet tight hole. Fuck.

“He’s going on the fucking back roads.” Hades grunted, his voice strained as his grip on me became tighter.

The seatbelt and the luggage didn’t help the situation, leaving little room for us to move. I didn’t want to move though. After lusting over Hades for years, I wanted him to be my first. Maybe not in this situation, but I knew in any other case we wouldn’t have sex. It would destroy our relationship more than a little kiss would.

“Are you sure Kira?” He questioned, his lips brushing the back of my neck.

I hesitated, I never thought I would lose my virginity in such a way. My body shuddered as his length slipped past my puffy lips, the head of his dick teasing the entrance of my warm pussy slightly.

“Yes.” I whimpered out.

With a grunt of pleasure, Hades pushed closer to me. His hips moving against me now as he teased me. Every stroke sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine as small whimpers slipped out my mouth. His dick pressed to my clit with every failed attempt to enter me, my juices covering him. He wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me closer to him, my back firmly placed against his chest. He thrusted his hips forward, entering ever so slowly as my mouth parted. Jayceon hit another bumpy part of the road causing Hades to push completely inside of me, entering me as a whimper of pain left my mouth.

“Hades!” I gasped, it was too painful. Tears rolled down my cheeks at the feeling of him stretching me. His girth was practically splitting me in half as I tried to concentrate on breathing.

“I’m so sorry baby.” He whispered in my ear as he rubbed circles on my hips, trying his hardest not to move. My groans were muted by the sound of the tires on the harsh road surface, Jasmine’s music blasting through the speakers, and the cold air blowing from the vents in the minibus. I was sure that if I screamed loud enough they wouldn’t hear. I let out a quiet sob, Hades’ soothing words doing nothing to ease the pain. Why the fuck was he so big?

The beer bottles rattled beside us in the boxes, adding to the noise as Hades covered my neck in bites and kisses. I tilted my head back, allowing him more access as the pain started to subside slightly.

“I’ll make it better princess.” Hades promised as my heart clenched slightly. His hand trailed over my thigh slowly, leaving a fiery path along my skin. I bit my lip in anticipation as his hand moved closer and closer to my pussy, teasing me.

“Oh, fuck.” I gasped as his finger quickly went to my clit, touching me there for the first time as he stayed buried within me, balls deep.

I cried out as he grew thicker inside of me, the rapid movement of his finger against my clit making the pain bearable, slightly pleasurable. He was getting deeper and thicker inside of me as my nails dug into the luggage. I couldn’t believe the man I was in love with was buried inside me fucking me.

My juices covered him, making it easier to adjust to his size. My nipples rubbed against the material of my bra, desperate for some attention. The pain dulled to the point where the pleasure overtook. My groans of pain turned to moans of bliss. Absentmindedly, I clenched onto his dick and he grunted at the feeling. With a moan he pulled me back against his chest, making him slide out of me slightly before entering me fully.

“More,” I gasped, not caring about my surroundings.

Hades didn’t have to be told twice. In the tight space we had he began to thrust. Like an uncaged animal, he drove himself deeper into me. He held around me with one arm as he moved his other to undo the seatbelt that held us so tightly together.

“Fuck.” I groaned. I was close just after such a small time. The pleasure was too much for me, it was just my first time. I didn’t have the stamina to keep going and last as long as Hades could.

Hades moaned into my ear, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. Complying, he began to fuck me harder. His dick never fully left me due to the space we had, even without the seatbelt on. Always half of him stayed inside of me which added to the intense pleasure.

The minibus slowed to a stop, halting all the movement from the vehicle but never halting Hades as he continued to thrust inside of me. Stationary, I could vaguely hear Jasmine over the music but the groans leaving Hades’ mouth had me quickly blocking everything else out. It wasn’t the minibus bringing us together anymore, but our desperate need for climax as we moved against each other.

After several minutes we took off again, Hades thrusting into me faster and harder. I tried to muffle my moans, biting my lip as I moved my hips as best as I could with Hades. My body shook as Hades grasped onto my breast, the other hand going down to my pussy as he rubbed my clit. My toes curled as I rested my head on Hades’ shoulder, his thrusting never slowing.

“That’s it baby, cum.” Hades ordered as he pinched my clit between his fingers. I screamed as my orgasm rippled through my body. Hades moved his hand from my breast to cover my mouth, muffling my screams. I felt it shortly after, his hot cum splashing the inside of my pussy. I shuddered, my own orgasm shaking my body as I cried out in pleasure. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum entered me, filling me as I continued to squirt on the floor.

“Hades…?” I whispered, my voice trembling. He peppered my neck in with kisses, holding me to him tenderly as my heart clenched.

“I’m not on the pill..”

His hands clenched onto me once again, painfully. My breathing was labored. I was afraid now, what if I got pregnant?

Hades didn’t reply, instead, he groaned as his dick became rock hard inside me once again, sending pleasure throughout my body as my toes curled. His hand ran over my thigh before he reached under me to grab a handful of my ass. I leaned back against him, enjoying his touch. He too was breathing heavily.

“I’ve never fucked such a pretty little slut before.” He whispered in my ear, and I shivered against him as my clit throbbed. He kissed my neck as he moved to my lips, sending his dick rubbing against my sensitive pussy walls. My head was spinning. Hades had never acted like this to me.

“We’re going to be stuck like this the whole way, a couple of hours,” Hades implied as he moved his hips slightly. I shamelessly moved with him, desperate for more. “With the amount of times I’m about cum in you, it will be a miracle if you get out of this not pregnant.” Hades grunted as I tightened my walls around him.

I wasn’t listening as his dick grew inside of me further, stretching me once again as it pleasured me more than the first time, the pinching pain of my virginity long gone as I begged Hades to dump his next load of cum into my greedy pussy.

“And when we get there I’m not going to stop fucking you until your throat is raw from screaming my name and your pussy aches from me ravaging it.” He bit into my neck causing a whimper to pass my swollen lips.

#writeblr #my writing

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ghostlynachopanda · 2 years ago

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a/n: I'm drowning in schoolwork. anyways,, you guys see lady Nagant?? soo happy she's finally animated. but yeah, lady Nagant and vigilante deku is the only good thing from this week. here's the last part pals, enjoy :)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 3.7k

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To say Wednesday was pissed would be an understatement. Watching Enid force you to talk to others was infuriating, even more so when you actually got along with them. Erebus started following Wednesday about a week ago after you walked out on her. He's there when it starts to get dark, when she's alone, and she isn't quite sure how to feel. He never bothers her, curling himself around her legs in a protective manner or falling into step next to her when she sneaks out. She wasn't sure what bothered her so much until she realized the warmth he gives off could've been yours. The problem was you aren't there with him. You're a coward.

Wednesday wants to despise you for what you were doing. She desperately wants to make you pay for what you've done, for what you're not doing, and for what you're making her feel. She wants you to suffer in the worst way possible by her hands. Wednesday isn't sure if she can do that though, so she'll settle with acting like she hates you. Of course, Wednesday talks to Erebus about a lot of things. The most common topic seems to be you, and what you're doing to her. What Wednesday doesn't know is Erebus tells you everything.

You had no idea what would've happened when you walked out of Wednesday's dorm room. You expected to walk away and go back to how things were before you met them. Not expecting Wednesday to start throwing glares at you and actively avoid you. You also weren't expecting Enid to get even more persistent with hanging out, this time forcing you to hang out with her friends too. Enid didn't force you to talk to anyone though, just not wanting you to be alone. For her sake, you put in slight effort into the friendships.

Enid was elated when you started talking to her. Though kind of uncommon, you were making an effort and that was enough for her. Enid had no problem filling the silence whenever you two would hang out, she seemed to always have something to talk about. She also had picked up a habit of blurting things out, random things that pop into her head at the most random times. You never minded though, that made things entertaining. It was funny to hear her say what she's craving for an afternoon snack when she was talking about nail polish just moments before.

You two were hanging out in the quad after classes were done for the day. She was talking about an argument that happened between her and Bianca. Enid suddenly went quiet, appearing to be lost in thought. "So, you gonna tell me what happened with Wednesday that night?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it.

"Why do you ask?" you responded with a question of your own. Not liking where this was going.

"Wednesday has been more," she paused for a moment "murder-y and gloomier than usual. A girl can only put up with so much, ya know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize-" she cut you off

"There's no need to apologize. I just wanna know what happened to see if I can get her to stop threatening me every 5 minutes." Enid didn't care about the threats, long grown used to them by now.

She watched you closely, her eyes now almost as observant as Wednesday's. You were tenser than you were when she was talking about that fight with Bianca, a hint that things obviously didn't end well. Before you got the chance to answer she added, "Besides, you two were almost attached at the hip. She spent, like, all her free time with you. And, she wasn't bothered by you at all. Which is amazing by the way, 'cause she's bothered by like everyone."

"Oh," you nervously chuckled "yeah, well, nothing really happened. We talked and I left."

"That's it?" she inquired.

"Yeah, pretty much," you stated.

"Man, maybe something happened with her family then. Oh, can I ask why, uhh,, what's the wolf's name? The big one that's always with Wednesday."

"Erebus?"

"Yeah! That's the one! Anyways, can I ask why he's been with Wednesday so much? He hardly pays any attention to me when he's in the dorm" she pouted slightly.

"Don't worry about that. He just really likes Wednesday and throws a fit when I tell him no. I just let him go be with Wednesday whenever he wants." you explained, not wanting her to know you send him to keep her safe. You also didn't want Erebus' actions to offend her.

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense," she looks at you pointedly "send Tengoku over sometime. I'd love to hang out with him again, I'll even take him on some walks!" she exclaimed, her tone going from demanding to excited. It made you chuckle.

"Of course, I'm sure he'd love to hang out with you again. Maybe if Thing isn't too bothered you can bring him along too," you said softly, excited by the idea.

After that, the conversation goes back to being one-sided, but completely comfortable. 10 minutes pass and Enid claims she needs to go do some homework. A believable excuse on her part, so when she sees you walk out of the quad she starts to talk to her shared dorm. Enid is going to devise a plan to get you and Wednesday to talk to each other again. It might just be the last thing she does since Wednesday might actually kill her for meddling in her business, but anything is better than this.

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Enid is happy to play detective and be a mastermind. Enid's walk to the dorm is short, she needs to know more about what happened. Once she gets there she, not so gently, pushes the door open. Wednesday is sitting at her desk staring at an empty page in her typewriter. Enid decides to act unconcerned, asking her roommate, "Writer's block?"

"No, just starting a fresh page" Wednesday replies with an irritated tone, turning to look at Enid. Wednesday's eyes are sharp, if looks could kill Enid would have died multiple times. Enid decides to ignore the look, "Say, what happened that night?" Wednesday sat up a little straighter, tensing.

"What are you referring to?" There's only a slight bite to her words, it's said ever so slightly quieter than the last.

"Come on, Wednesday. Our favorite person! The only one in school who can give us our little furry friends. Although, 'little' might be the wrong word since they're both freaking huge-"

"I'm aware of who you're talking about and what you're talking about. I want to know why," Wednesday says, words sharper than her favorite knife.

"Just curious if you're the reason my fav person is all sad," that confuses Wednesday, lots of questions filling her head. You're sad? Why are you Enid's favorite person? Did something happen while she wasn't looking? Wednesday slightly shook her head to clear her thoughts before replying, "Good, now why would that have anything to do with me? You're interrupting my writing time-"

"I can't seem to shake'm out of it. I'm just worried about my friend, that's all." Enid lied through her teeth.

"It's a good thing your 'favorite' person is suffering. Now, would you shut up so-"

"So it's your fault," Enid said accusingly.

"It would be a fantastic thing if it was," Wednesday replied evenly, giving up on shaking her roommate's attention. Enid saw her roommate turn to put her typewriter away, a lengthy process Wednesday made look easy. While Wednesday was busy, Enid took a quick look at Thing. Sending him a look to see if he could possibly help her out, he shallowly bowed, trying to be discrete in his desire to help out.

A small, victorious smile pulled at Enid's lips; she could get the info she wanted now. Quickly wiping the smile off of her face when Wednesday turned around, still sitting in her desk chair. "Roomie, tell me what happened. I wanna know everything," Enid inquired, Wednesday didn't seem as murderous this time.

"Nothing happened," Wednesday said, back to her monotone voice. Thing crawled his way over to Wednesday's desk, catching her attention and making her look at him in her peripheral. Thing started signing, for both roommates to see. Enid piped up before Wednesday could.

"Yeah, you don't go from being with each other all the time to not, something had to have happened. Just tell us what happened so we can figure it out." Both Enid and Thing looking at Wednesday expectantly.

"I hate repeating myself, but I'm aware you're a little slow," Wednesday said, offending Enid. "nothing happened. We had a conversation and when it ended she left." Enid knew there was something else, she knew the conversation didn't end the way Wednesday wanted but she needed Wednesday to say it herself.

"So, what you're telling me is that our resident shadow user just decided not to speak to you, out of nowhere? Yeah, no, I don’t believe that." Enid was starting to get mad, she didn't want to keep asking questions.

"What's not to believe-" Wednesday gets cut off.

"Shade wouldn't do that without a reason-" Enid gets cut off this time.

"Shade?" Wednesday asks, when did Enid give you a nickname? Why did you let her? And why something as stupid as that?

"Yeah, Shade said it was cute so I kept it," Enid shook her head and stared pointedly at Wednesday. "Stop avoiding the question, something happened and I want to know what you did."

"Are you going to make me repeat myself for a third time?" Wednesday said in a low, threatening tone.

An exasperated huff left Enid's lips, looks like she'll have to play dirty this time. "Fine, I just wanted to try to help out my two fav people but if you want to be alone that's fine." Enid turned, walking to the door. "I don't exactly feel like being around someone willing to hurt my friends anyway," Enid said angrily, slamming the door on her way out.

Wednesday turned to look at Thing, but he wasn't on her desk anymore. She looked around the room to spot him with no luck, turning to face the big window to take some calming breaths. She realized something at that moment, it’s cold. She felt her eyes start to sting and that's when Erebus crawled out from under her bed. She didn't have the energy to greet him though, her mind has been running this past week causing her to lose sleep.

Wednesday didn't need to say anything, Erebus slowly walked over and laid his head in her lap. A comforting gesture, she hated the fact she unconsciously ran her fingers through his fur. Perhaps I'll speak to Enid tomorrow and maybe Shade too. "Erebus, do you think it would be a good idea to speak to Shade?" Wednesday asked, not expecting an answer. But when he nodded his head slightly another question popped into her head, "Do you think she'd listen to what I have to say this time?"

She saw him close his eyes, unsure if he was falling asleep or thinking. Continuing to thread her fingers through his fur while she waited, comfortable in the silence of the room. A few minutes pass, and the quiet growl and small nod Erebus made disturbed the still air. A weight settled on her chest. What if you don't listen though? Erebus knows you better than anyone else she's met. Maybe, just maybe, he's right...

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The quad had a couple of students in it, not quiet but not loud either. Last night, Erebus told you Wednesday wanted to talk to you. He didn't say about what, and that made you anxious. You haven't been actively avoiding her, but now you’re considering it. Enid had been attached to you all day, hanging out with you more often than she did before. Maybe Wednesday's threats got to be too much? What did Wednesday say to Enid? Is Enid okay- you’re thoughts are cut off by someone standing across from you.

"Is this seat taken?" You look up to find Bianca. You're unsure if she had resolved her issues with Enid yet. Sure, you've spoken to her a handful of times, but what would happen if Enid shows up and they're still mad at each other?

"No," the words come out before you reached a decision. You see something akin to satisfaction ghost across her features as she sits down across the table. It was weird, you don't know why she wanted to sit here; multiple tables are free since it's an off period for some students it's unlikely there will be more coming. She doesn't say anything, just looking at you. You've been scrutinized before, mostly by Enid and Wednesday, but this was different. You feel the need to make conversation.

"Your, uh, eyes are very pretty." a strong urge to cringe comes. That’s not how you're supposed to break the awkward silence. How is she even supposed to respond to that?

"Thank you, your eyes are pretty too," Bianca replied coolly, causing your cheeks to warm from embarrassment. That's when Wednesday walked in, immediately taking notice of the two of you alone at a table. Wednesday noticed your tinted cheeks, watching as you bashfully raised a hand to rub the back of your neck; something she learned you do to draw attention away from your facial features, usually when you’re embarrassed about something.

Wednesday felt the urge to walk over and take you from her, but she also had the urge to turn around and walk out. Both were in a battle causing her to be stuck in place, watching in horror as the two of you conversed easily. It makes her feel nauseous, an uneasy feeling settling on her chest. Why are you talking to her? Why does the conversation flow so easily? What is it about her that makes you speak so freely? Why can't you just- her thoughts are cut short by a nudge on her back.

Whipping her head around to see Erebus, half of him coming out of a shadow from the hallway. He nudged her again, more forceful with a growl that was loud enough to catch your attention. Swiftly turning your head to see what happened, seeing Erebus bare his teeth on Wednesday caused concern. Without thinking, you excused yourself and walked over to the pair. Completely missing the smirk Bianca wore and the nod she sent a hiding Enid.

"What are you doing?" a scolding question directed entirely at the wolf.

Wednesday froze, you were finally close enough that she could feel your body warmth. Something she didn't know she craved. Wednesday cleared her throat, "Everything is fine," Erebus growled again, his eyes moving back to Wednesday. A threatening look adorned his features, a look that would send most people running.

"Clearly not. I'm so sorry Wednesday, I didn’t think he'd act out like this." you refuted, stepping between them. Your frame almost completely obstructing his view of her, but he still didn’t take his eyes off her. You don’t know what's happening, Erebus wants something from Wednesday but you don’t know what it is.

Erebus and Wednesday seem to be having a staring contest around your figure, neither of them backing down. Erebus replaced his growl with a lower, more threatening one; showing even more of his teeth with his ears back. Wednesday knows he won't do anything to harm her, even if he tried you were here and would put a stop to it. She was sure you'd never let harm come to her in your presence. Wednesday didn't want to back down, but she didn't want you two to fight, "I need to speak to you,"

Erebus finally stopped his aggressive behavior, calming down enough to listen to the small conversation. You turned your head to look at her, caught off guard by what she had said and how Erebus was acting. Surprised written all across your face, "Oh, are you sure?" Wednesday wanted to slap you.

"Yes, I would prefer this conversation in private. Now, come with me," she said, making Erebus completely calm down and retreat back into the shadow. She didn’t give you a chance to reply before she grabbed your wrist and started dragging you in the direction of the woods. Oh boy, you're in trouble.

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During the walk to Wednesday's destination, you zoned out. Not exactly caring where she was taking you, just eager to get this conversation over with. You hadn't realized you reached her destination until she let go of your wrist. This whole situation makes your stomach feel like it's doing flips.

"Run away again and I'll torture you in the worst way possible," she started, threats back in full swing.

"I wouldn't expect any less," you replied.

Wednesday took a breath to calm her racing heart. The uneasy feeling settled in her stomach again, but you piped in before she could. "What do you want from me?"

She hates that question, she knows all you want is honesty. Wednesday is worried her honesty would scare you away, just like last time. Her pondering is broken by your next words, "Remember, silence is an answer too."

"I want you to stop being a coward," she speaks quickly, rushing to get it out.

"A coward?" you chuckle humorlessly. "I'm afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Addams" venom laced in your words.

"Putting others before yourself is cowardly. Stop caring about how you'll affect others, and stop making decisions for others," she said, venom is thrown right back at you.

"Listen, I didn’t come out here to argue with you" you sigh, annoyed with how this conversation is going.

"Then stop arguing and just listen to what I have to say," she replies just as annoyed.

"Fine, but do you really think I see things like that?" you asked incredulously

"No, but you should."

"Why?"

"It's ridiculous, a complete waste of time and energy," she explained as if it was the easiest thing.

"Aren't you putting me before you right now? You seemed more concerned for my feelings over anything else," you said, wanting to see if you could get to the root of why she was here.

"No, I'm simply acting to get what I want," she responded, voice even.

"And what is it exactly that you want?"

"From my understanding of my classmates, for some odd reason, enjoy being around you. They might not get the warmth scale you have, but they enjoy your presence. Enid is a prime example, she's been grossly more positive after meeting you." that made you pause. You hadn't really been paying much attention to the others. More focused on keeping to yourself. You figured Enid was the same, just accommodating your silence.

"Is that true?" you asked, not believing what she said.

"I don't lie unless it's for personal gain. Another example would be earlier, Bianca sat with you rather than at one of the empty tables." you feel the need to sit down. This new information has your head spinning.

"Is it true for you?" you can't keep the hopefulness out of your voice. It's quiet, one of the softest things Wednesday has ever heard. But it made her pause, should she tell the truth? Erebus said you would listen this time.

"Yes, not once have I been tired of you." shock covers your features before joy does, all muted but it's there. Wednesday wouldn’t say, but she likes the look of joy on your face; especially when she's the reason. That same despondent look taints your face, the same one you gave her when you worked on the project together for the first time.

"Has it affected you?" you asked cautiously as if you were afraid of the answer. Wednesday isn't sure what you're referring to, but her answer will be the same regardless.

"Not in the way you think,"

"How so?" you're worried now, all your prior happiness is completely gone. Replaced with worry for Wednesday. Unintentionally taking a step back, as if physical distance will give back the warmth you stole. There are a couple things Wednesday absolutely despises, one of them is talking about her feelings, especially to someone alive and responsive.

"In the beginning it was irritating, not knowing what I was feeling. It has nothing to do with your 'lack of warmth'," she takes a step calculated step toward you. "I still don't know what the feeling is, but the one that came when you walked away was worse. I know, for certain, as long as it's you I won't mind." she finishes, taking that last step into your personal space. Your eyes are frantically searching hers, looking for a hint that she's lying.

Wednesday's heartbeat is loud, silencing the sound of rustling leaves. She waits, hoping she said the right thing. It takes a couple moments for your face to relax, looking at her with the softest eyes to date. She releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. The relief you feel at her words is enough to make you feel like crying; it comes crashing down on you but also lifts a weight off your chest.

"Thank you, Wednesday." The words are breathy, soft, and so quiet Wednesday almost didn’t hear. These words were the only ones you were able to get out. Wednesday didn’t need words to understand, she felt the same relief. She's relieved to finally be able to be in your presence, without interruptions or distracting thoughts. She's relieved that you didn't walk away, relieved Erebus was right.

"Will you sit here with me? I don't want to go back just yet," you said, looking down at your shoes, cheeks painted a pretty red. Wednesday didn't need to think before answering, "Of course,"

Settling down on the grass, sitting close enough that your fingers almost brush. Close enough to feel the body warmth from the other. A quiet, comfortable air surrounds the two of you; as if you're in your own little bubble. Soaking in one another's presence, looking forward to more moments like these. Wednesday breaks the silence, her words somehow making the moment more emotional,

"You're warm."

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair

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hyuckshaze · 4 years ago

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zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call.

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear.

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’.

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.”

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear!

“

Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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mytheoristavenue · 3 years ago

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Creepypasta Proxy Headcanons

A collection of proxy hcs to satisfy my hyperfixation. Featuring Toby, Tim, and Brian.

Warnings: Mention of death and murder

Toby

- Currently 24 years old.

- Suprisingly mature. He’s grown up a lot since coming into The Operator’s employ.

- Quiet and withdrawn. Toby struggles to keep all of his disorders in check, and depression is his most severe symptom of all of them. Some days, its hard for him to even eat, so he usually only eats once or twice a day. He tends to have a short fuse, but his default is mostly pretty somber.

- Sensitive. At first, The Operator, in an effort to make Toby more comfortable with Tim and Brian, had made him pretend that he’d gained amnesia from the incident. The truth is, Toby remembers everything, every excrutiating detail. He remembers how his body lunged forward when Lyra’s car t-boned a truck that had failed to come to a stop at an interstection. He remembers how angry it was when he found out that the other driver had walked away unscathed, while his sister died over the span of days. Even after nearly seven years, Toby can still recall the feeling of his fathers blood spurting against his face, and the way it weighed on his lashes as he accidentally smeared it against his left eye. For several months, his cohorts were fooled, but one day, Tim had intruded on a private conversation between Toby and The Operator, and discovered the truth. Now, Tim often uses Toby’s past to bully him, under the guise of motivation. Nothing infuriates Toby more than hearing someone joke about his sister, or his mother.

- Very athletic. Although he was pulled from school early, Toby had always wanted to go out for sports, and he had even made it onto the Jr High track team his last year, but he left before the first meet. Growing up, he recalled Lyra being on the softball team and they would often practice her pitching on Sunday evenings. Toby is the mist agile of the Proxies, and the fastest by far. He has a lean body type, as a result of working out more often than eating, and he has a lot of power behind his swing.

- Toby and Tim are always in competition to be The Operator’s favorite. The truth is, HE will always be partial to Toby. Afterall, Toby was HIS most succsessful project. Loyal, perfect, and ever improving. This causes thick tension between the pair.

- Toby’s favorite member of his new family is Sally. From the moment he met her and heard her story, he felt a connection to her. Though he hadn’t gone through the aweful things that she had, he understood how it is to be abused by a male family member, and to feel like his freedom hangs from that person’s hand. Toby tries to make time for her as much as he can, coloring with her or anything else he has time for. He’s made it his mission to be the older brother she never had, and to make sure nothing hurts her ever again.

- The Operator, as well as other members of the family desperately try to help Toby control his issues, especially his speech, and the hard work does pay off, but when he gets worked up, his stutter gets so much worse.

- “Sh-sh-shhh....ut the fuck up-up, Tim! I-I’ll fu-ucking kick your as-ass!”

Tim

- Currently 27

- Suprisingly petty. Any bit of level-headedness that Tim once had has eroded away over time, and he tends to be veyr spiteful, specifically towards Toby. Tim feels like Toby has replaced him as The Operator’s right hand man. He is right in that respect, but it is his own fault.

- Dark sense of humor. Tim ofter bothers Brian and Toby with his jokes. Obviously, one has to cope with the line of work that he is in, but he often uses Toby’s past as a punchline, or cracks jokes about defiling female victims that they’ve just nuetralized. It disgusts Brian, and always results in altercations with Toby.

- Tim is the least athletic in the trio. He has too many health problems to run from long periods of time, unless absolutly necissary. He has a fair amount of upper body strength, and when he does his mandatory workouts, he focuses on his torso and arms.

- Tim and Brian are no longer friends. Brian hates Tim’s addiction to his medication. At first he tried to use the excuse that he needed them to kept his mind straight, but he was later caught rummaging through a target’s bathroom cabinet and consumming every pill he found. Brian disowned him after that.

- Tim has entirely rejected the name ‘Masky’. His intended alter ego was named ‘ The masked man’, and he resents how urban legend, as he says, ‘cutified’ that.

- “Don’t you want to make Lyra proud?! If you couldn’t save her, the least you could do is excel at your fucking job so her sacrifice doesn’t go to fucking waste, you little worm!”

Brian

- Currently 29

- Very calm and collected. Brian tends to keep to himself, letting others do the talking unless necissary. Although, he takes absolutely no shit off of Tim or Toby.

- He tends to side with Toby during his and Tim’s arguements, if he gets involved at all. Sometimes, he has to step between the two and seperate them, and he’s always the one to call Tim out on his crap.

- Brian hates Tim’s sense of humor. Brian, doesn’t like killing women or children, but he will if he has to, and Tim often makes jokes about commiting sexual crimes against both types of victim. He also gets irritated when he makes fun of Lyra or tries to use her as an excuse to motivate Toby to work harder.

- Mildly fit. While Brian’s not as spry as Toby, he’s in much better shape than Tim, as he has healthier habbits. He jogs nearly every morning, and quit smoking years ago. He does smoke canabis fairly often, but he doesn’t consider weed a drug. He also rarely drinks, as alacholism runs in his family, and he is a lightwieght.

- Brian is no longer friendly with Tim. It saddens him, considering how close they had used to be, but he had changed too much for his comfort. It had mostly been Tim’s addiction that drove them apart. Brian gave so much time and energy to helping his friend quit pill popping, even confiscating his stash at one point, which resulted in an altercation. The last straw was last year, when Tim had seemed to have quit, and Brian caught him rummaging through a victim’s medicine cabinet, and devouring everything he found. That incident ended in an overdose that almost took Tim’s life.

- Brian doesn’t really care to be called ‘Hoodie’. He wasn’t really perfer it, but it doesn’t hurt his feelings or get him worked up the way it does Tim. Honestly, he’d perfer not to be spoken of by outsiders at all but, easy come, easy go.

- The family member Brain enjoys the company of most tends to be Eyeless Jack. Jack, like himself is also a pothead, so they sometimes smoke together on their freetime. Brain appreciates having a friend that he can vent to, or just simply sit with, and Jack is glad to listen.

- “Both of you, that’s enough. Tim, you fucked up the mission, get over yourself and leave Toby alone. Toby, shut up and go cool off.”

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heisenbergsmetalboobie · 4 years ago

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Here's some headcannons no one asked for, for the lords since I can't get a single one of them out of my head.

Please be aware this is only how I see each character! If you have different hcs, cool these are just mine :)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's a lesbian or well, she likes female presenting people. In my opinion, there's no denying that she hates men. For goodness sake she calls Ethan 'stupid manthing.'

'Why does she hate men?' You ask well, i believe that the men of the village caused her to hate men. It's clear that Alcina is extremely attractive, but maybe some of the men in the village took it too far: Cat-calling her and eventually her daughters. Their comments overtime annoyed her, especially when if came to her daughters. She fixed it by bringing the men to castle dimitrescu and, as heisenberg puts it, the man's dick is cut off in the castle.

When castle dimitrescu was more lively, Alcina had a couple flings with some of her maids. Though all of her maids end up dead one way or the other, I think she turned the ones she liked the most into Moroaică. The rest obviously were turned into dinner for her and her daughters

Speaking of daughters, Alcina is definitely a better mother than mother Miranda. Seeing as Miranda saw her and the rest of her siblings as monsters, I'm sure Alcina was kind to her daughters. I don't think she'd want them to feel like monsters themselves, so their childhoods were filled with many positive affirmations. Maybe, too many seeing as all three girls have very large egos.

Alcina's opinions on the other lords are very clear. She has hatred for all of them, though it varies depending on each one. The one she hates the least is probably Donna, she enjoys their company somewhat. That is, as long as Angie isn't around. Alcina hates that stupid doll, honestly she hates all the dolls. They oddly make her unsettled, as if Donna wasn't unsettling anyways.

Moreau is hated by Alcina due to him thinking that Miranda is actually his mother. Well, he may not say it out loud but the way he addresses her and looks at her makes Alcina sick. His looks are only the cherry on top, in her mind how could she be family with something that looks like that?

Lastly is Heisenberg. At first, she didn't mind his presence. He didn't look like an abomination and could hold decent conversation, that was until she saw how much Mother Miranda favored him. This pissed her off to no end, after learning that she began to see more flaws in him. From the way he speaks to his manners, almost every part of him infuriates her. How could Mother Miranda favor such a man child? How could she pick Heisenberg over her? Now even being around him for meer minutes makes her want to shred him to bits.

Donna Beneviento

When it comes to sexuality and gender, Donna can't really express it though Angie can I don't think they would be willing to tell their 'family' their identity. If Donna were to express it, I'd feel she'd use she/they pronouns or identity as nonbinary. I can't really explain it, I just get nonbinary vibes from them. As for sexuality, I'm unsure of their romantic attraction but she's definitely asexual. Once again, I can't explain it but they have the vibes.

Aside from Angie, Donna has built every single one of her dolls from scratch. Seriously they even carve the wood and hand paint each one. Creating these dolls is one of the few things that bring Donna peace. Honestly, she sees these dolls as more of a family than Mother Miranda's 'family.'

Another one of Donna's hobbies includes tending to their plants. Seriously, in the spring and summer months her home is covered in beautiful greenery. They are just fascinated with how plants can be used for other purposes, like with the fungal-infected plants. Almost all the books within her estate are about different plants and their properties and the lab they have is used to test those abilities. Though their test subjects are never well behaved due to being lycans.

When it comes to the other members in Miranda's 'family', Donna doesn't seem to care for them. She doesn't enjoy any of their company, especially Moreau. Though they don't express it themselves, Donna makes sure to let the others know her opinion them via Angie. The one she can stand the most is probably Alcina, mostly due to her being alot quieter than the others.

Salvatore Moreau

This poor poor fish man. Moreau is physically the most unpleasant lord and he knows it. He's insecure. How could he not when the rest of his family call him horrible names? He's constantly put down by the people he truley feels closest to. This includes the woman who he truly sees as his mother.

Though he doesn't enjoy his family's comments, he desperately wants their approval. Especially Heisenberg. Moreau looks up to his as if Karl is his older brother, even though Moreau a great deal older than him. If the metal bender will allow it, he does his best to help out. Sadly, it doesn't last long since the factory is so dry and his vomit causes the metal to rust.

When he's not conducting experiments, he's watching sappy romance movies on his TV. Though Moreau doesn't believe he'll ever find love, he likes seeing others be happy. Sadly, once Heisenberg found out about Moreau's hobby he make fun of him to no end. So now, he's ashamed of watching something that makes him happy

Look, I love all of the lords but when it comes to them being mean to Moreau I wanna punch them.

Karl Heisenberg

This man is 1000 percent bisexual/pansexual. The way he flirts with Ethan is undeniable. The only thing keeping me from saying that he's gay is the pure fact that I simp for him.

Karl is alot smarter than he looks, seriously he built a whole army of machine people. Though he is smart, he likes to play the role of the stupid redneck. He'd rather someone underestimate him in a fight rather than overestimate him.

In his free time, I like to think that Karl prank calls the other lords. He did set up their phone lines after all. His constant prank calling has made Alcina miss a couple of important calls from Mother Miranda and made Donna completely take apart her phone line. Moreau on the other hand is so gullible, that he believe everything Karl says during his prank calls:

Moreau, innocently answer his phone: Hello?

Heisenberg, snickering: hey, is your refrigerator running?

Moreau: um..I think so-

Heisenberg: then you better go catch it!

Moreau, on the verge of tears: No! Ny fridge!!

Karl gets very bored easily. So bored in fact that he goes and explores the village and surrounding forest. During one of these explorations, he stumbled upon Miranda's lab. This caused him to find documents on him and the other lords. After reading them, it gave him a better reason to build up his army and take down Mother Miranda once and for all.

This man definitely has his own personal lycan that he treats like a dog. He has a comfy bed and treats for this thing. Karl knows that the lycan was once a human, but he doesn't give a damn. So what it use to be a person! It looks like a dog now and dammit he wants a dog.

#lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvator moreau #moreau #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil village head cannons #hc #resident evil 8

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that-yandere-life · 3 years ago

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Clint Barton: Quote Prompt "They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!"

***(A lovely anon gave me a bunch of prompts and this is one of them, I want to do more of them so I am keeping them in my inbox until I finish!)***

[Warning: DARK AHEAD, Yandere Themes (Obviously), Murder, Mentions of Blood, Kidnapping, Drugging]

Clint and you had been dating for a while now, his tendencies not showing through at first but now it was getting a little more obvious.

Your family saw all the red flags forming surrounding your relationship, so did your friends, all of them growing more than concerned.

They tried to convince you to leave him, that it wasn’t healthy for the two of you to be together.

While you didn’t take their advice, word of what they had said to you got back to him, infuriating him.

It didn’t take him long to begin to plot his revenge, he was going to have you to himself it was the last thing he did.

Now he understood that initially when you found out what had happened you would be mad at him but he had to do it for both of you.

One night leaving you sleeping in bed, going to each of the homes that contained those who tried to stand in the way of his love for you.

Using his bow and arrows would be way too obvious to the police, so he had to use another method to get the job done.

A couple of katana’s sat in his closet, sharper than a guillotine, and far more deadly in his hands.

Attaching them on his back he readied himself for his mission, slipping out silently, you not even stirring in the bed as the door clicked shut behind him.

Going around one by one and slitting each of them, watching them as they gasped and begged for their lives.

While someone normal might have cracked, he instead cracked a smile as the light left their eyes, and they took their last breaths.

None of them stood a chance against him, his training made him far too powerful for them to attempt to fight back against.

When he was finished he doused his katana’s in alcohol, lighting the blade on fire to burn off any evidence left over that could be traced back to him.

Doing the same to his clothing, leaving them burning in a barrel in an empty park somewhere before heading back to the room you two shared.

Taking a shower to remove any lingering blood on his skin, dumping bleach down the drain after, effortlessly leaving nothing behind.

Climbing into bed next to you, sleeping like a baby as he held you in his arms against his chest tightly.

The next day suggesting that you both go visit your parents to show them that the two of you were actually really good together.

Something you decided was maybe a good idea, that maybe they just didn’t know Clint the way that you did, and this was a great opportunity to make amends.

Driving out there he played all your favorite songs on the radio, loving to hear you belt them out at the top of your lungs.

Just having a fun time, that is until you arrived at your destination and something just seemed off about it.

Getting out of the car you notice that the front door is slightly ajar, having been clearly kicked in, splinters of wood hanging off the door and the frame.

Panic rose up from your stomach to your head, making you dizzy for a second before shaking it off swinging the door open harshly.

Searching desperately for your parents, only to find them dead on the floor of their master bedroom.

Blood caked the entire room, the floors, ceiling, everywhere you looked was splattered with your parents.

As you were about to scream at the top of your lungs you felt a cloth go over your mouth effectively silencing you, causing you to struggle against them.

Behind you, holding you as you breathed in the chloroform he had soaked it in before whispering softly into your ear.

“They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!”

Shushing you quietly as the fight began to leave your body, him taking more and more of your weight until you passed out entirely.

It would be the last time you would have freedom as you had known it.

Now you belonged to him, and only him.

No one could ever love you the way he loves you, not that there was anyone else left alive to love you anymore.

[Thank you so much for this idea, and so many others, I absolutely love what you sent me! Definitely has gotten my creative juices going! I hope that you all enjoy! <3]

#yandere clint barton #yandere clint barton x readere #yandere hawkeye #yandere marvel #dark marvel #dark clint barton

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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Bucciarati - My little Seastar

Sister reader. Enjoy~

"Hey, Bucciarati! Can you help me for a sec?"

You turned towards the direction of the voice calling you and stopped in your tracks on the wooden docks.

"What do you want, Valentino?" You spat, a bit more harshly than intended.

The smug boy who was crouched on his zodiac chuckled at you. "Aw, come on, Bucciarati! Don't be like that. I just need some help to tie the rope. Your dad is a fisherman, right? You should know knots like no one else!"

Even though he had said this as a way to woo you and flatter you somehow, you couldn't help but hear it as a condescending remark. You crossed your arms over your chest and he pouted at the glare you sent him.

"Pretty please~? No funny business, I swear! Look, the guys aren't even here, I'm all alone. You can trust me!"

That's right. Valentino and his little gang took great pleasure in teasing you and bothering you at every corner and it pissed you off. No matter how much you insulted them, ignored them or avoided them, they never seemed to stop their stupid and useless bullying.

But sadly, oh so sadly, the Bucciarati that you were was kind. Too kind. You despised that you were so gentle-hearted, but in the end, this is how your father and brother had raised you.

You huffed and slumped your arms loose along your body, defeated. "Fine!" You dragged your sandals over the dock and approached him. "It better be quick."

The boy beamed as you embarked on the zodiac next to him, "Sure thing! Thanks a lot, girl. I'll make it up to you!"

He gave you the ropes as you crouched down at his place and got to work. But without you noticing, the boy had swiftly slid his leg over the vehicle and easily jumped back into the dock, leaving you behind.

Before you could even turn around and ask where he was going, the brat, now accompanied by all three of his little buddies that appeared out of their hiding spot, all kicked the zodiac off of the dock before you could even tie it.

"Waah-!"

You lost balance at the violent jerk of the boat and yelped, letting go of the ropes that could have saved you from your demise.

You couldn't even get back to your knees and try desperately to grab onto the dock's wooden planks. You heard the boys snickering and laughing at you as you drifted farther and farther away from the land into the water.

"I fucking knew it you disgusting piece of TRASH!" You yelled at them, angry with them obviously, but also angry with yourself for granting that bastard the benefit of the doubt. "You know damn well I can't swim!"

They all seemed to laugh even louder, obnoxiously. "Too bad for you Bucciarati! Maybe you shouldn't be so stupid next time! BWAHAHAHA!"

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE VALENTINO! SCREW YOU!"

Your curses and wails seem to fall into deaf ears as you drifted even farther away from the coast, with no way of even paddling back.

Looking around towards the much bigger boats parked along the docks, you could only hope 'he' would hear you.

"PAPA!! PAPAAA!!!" You called desperately. Surely he would hear you, he wasn't far after all, you did come all the way here to bring him his lunch. He must still be somewhere around the fishing boats.

After a few more vain attempts to call for your father, you settled to accept that he wouldn't hear you, nor would the other fishermen that were already far gone from their boats to bring their catches to land.

You sat on the damp zodiac and brought your knees to your chest, not even caring if your sundress slid down your thighs indecently and got stained by the salty water. Stupid Valentino couldn't even keep his tiny boat clean.

"Stupid, stupid..." Your voice cracked, threatening to break into a sob. "If he was a sailor he'd be dead before even sailing. That's how stupid this stupid boy is. Stupid."

With only your expletives to reassure you in your demise, you buried half of your face in your arms now craddling your cold knees.

Everything was so silent, the sea did a great job at muting every sound around the coast and you felt the loneliest and most scared you had ever been since you were a child.

You thought nobody would find you, and you'd be dead drowning because you could never learn to swim and since nobody even noticed your absence in minutes that felt like hours, nobody would cry for you if you died here either.

And so the stinging tears prickled at your eyes.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice calling your name, but brushed it off as the wind. "Y/N is that you?"

You looked up towards the insistant voice in a sliver of hope and, like an angel fallen from heaven, you were met with the caring blue gaze of your big brother from the railings of one of the high boats right next to where you had drifted to.

"Bruno!" You gasped and got up immediately, almost falling over from the sudden sway of the boat under your weight. "A-ah! Bruno help me, I'm stuck!"

"Hold on!" The worried face of the male hesitated to leave you for even a split second. "I'm coming down. Don't move."

You nodded at his strict tone and waited for him as he disapeared. Your breath caught in your throat with stress, even though you were reassured to finally have a savior. And what a savior it was, your one and only big brother.

Barely a minute passed before you saw him come back and unravel an emergency ladder down to you. He made sure the ladder was all tight and secure and almost immediately after, Bruno jumped over the railing, to your grand fright, and started climbing down, your heart pounding with worry for him.

He finally arrived down and stepped into the zodiac, joining you, like a glorious hero, saving the day. You barely let him any time to react as you threw yourself into his chest and gripped viciously at the back of his shirt, scrunching it without care, scared to be alone at sea again.

Bruno wanted to scold you and yell at you for recklessly playing around all alone in the docks and ending yourself in such a dire situation. But when he felt you trembling and squeezing him like your life depended on it, which ironically it did, the elder couldn't help but sigh and wrap his long arms around your shoulders, a gesture of comfort.

"... What happened to you?"

"It's-" You choked a sob and Bruno tutted and shushed you softly, patting your head to calm you down, just like your mother used to do when you were a child.

"Shhh, it's okay bambina, I'm here now."

He felt you relax and you sniffled a few times before mumbling into his shirt. "It's Valentino! He tricked me! I hate him! He's such a coglione!"

"Hey! Language." He scolded and pinched your arm, earning a little 'ow' from you, "What would dad think if he heard you say such words? Bite your tongue, young lady."

"S-sorry..." You croaked a little ashamed of your outburst and lifted your head up at your brother. "They always do this to me... Valentino and the others... Why...? They know I can't swim and they throw me into the water all the time..."

Bruno let go of you to cup your face and wipe your tears off. He did not let it show to you but he was infuriated. There was only so much patience an Italian man could have when his family was being targeted. Especially his little sister and the only lasting woman of his life.

"Shh, stop crying now, mia stellina marina. I'll deal with them later, okay? Let's get you home for now."

"They'll see." You sniffled as your breath steadied, calmed by Bruno's soft tone, "When I'll marry a big, tall, goth policeman, he'll beat them up for me and then, they won't act so cocky anymore."

He huffed with amusement at your words before he let you go and laid a gentle hand on your back to usher you towards the ladder. Bruno, still with a bit of confusion, mumbled to himself without you hearing it.

"... Why goth, though?"

Only now had you noticed the zodiac had stopped drifting since Bruno found you, held onto the much bigger boat by a phantom blue and white arm and a golden zipper that you'd recognize from a mile away.

"Can we... Can we let the zodiac in here?" You asked hesitantly towards your brother who paid no mind to it.

"Who cares? It's not ours."

With thoughts of Valentino's expensive motorboat getting lost in the sea, you slowly took ahold of the ladder's ropes and started climbing, Bruno keeping it steady for you until he was sure you embarked in safely.

He then joined you up and lent you a spare jacket that he thankfully thought of taking with him in the morning, covering you from the cold of your drenched dress against the littoral wind.

"Thank you Bruno..." You softly uttered and hugged his warm jacket closer around you, "I always cause you trouble..."

"Nonsense, piccolina. I could never live knowing my sister is crying, cold and afraid somewhere." He squeezed your shoulder against him as you approached the stall your father and his colleagues were filling with freshly caught fishes. "I'll make sure you're the one that never gets troubled again..."

Fortunately for you, the day ended much more peacefully than it had started and your father was happy and relieved to find you safe and uninjured. He had specifically instructed Bruno to not get involved or make a scene, but of course, his son was a stubborn mediterranean who could not let anything just slide.

It was not the first, not the second, nor even the third time this boy, 'Valentino' and his friends, had taken offense towards you.

So, Bruno would make sure the zodiac Valentino had worked oh-so-hard to afford, part-timing as a waiter, cleaning after people's messes, scrubing disgusting shit-stained lavatories and cutting his hands off of plastic and metal scraps scattered along the beaches for a few cents per day, got thoroughly anihilated to pieces.

"NOOOO!!!! MY ZODIAC !!!! MY 50 000€ BAAABYYYYYY!!! WHYYYYY???!!"

The very next day, as you walked along the docks to bring some fishing materials to your brother, you heard the painful wails of a very familiar boy kneeling down and crying on the woodplanks, his screams echoing against the shore.

"SHUT UP BRAT! You'll think about your money after you pay for the fines I'm about to give you. You think you can get away with polluting the water with your gross ass wreckage?" A tall and burly policeman wearing purple lipstick growled at the kneeling boy, no signs of mercy in his baritone voice. "You'll have a reason to cry when you pay for the oil you spilled in here. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass in jail right now."

"Officer please-" Valentino pleaded miserably, but the policeman did not hold back on pushing all fives of the different citations he had owned by having pieces of his zodiac scattered all around the precious ressourceful ocean.

"You have two weeks to pay up and clean all that shit." The officer fixed his shades over his nose before turning around to leave. "And expect to receive a salty lawsuit soon. Fucking whiny bitchbaby..."

The policeman left with a determined and impatient step as you witnessed the entire scene with wide eyes, not noticing your brother approaching.

"Oh no... That's horrible..." You gasped with sympathy and worry, "I hope the fishes and corals won't get impacted by the oil spill..."

"Oh don't worry," Bruno chuckled, taking the heavy loads off your hands, "I made sure to zip that out of the water."

You blinked, confused.

"...What?"

"What...?"

That fic was inspired by the very first scene of H2O, I love that show so much, and I can't wait to post my mermaid fics in store!

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silkenstarlight · 4 years ago

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body is a temple

Summary: Bucky and reader are training when she finds him staring at her ass. She tries to rile him up, but quickly learns that he doesn’t tolerate teasing.

Pairing: Personal trainer!Bucky x reader

Warning/s (18+ only, minors dni): enemies to lovers, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, multiple orgasms

Word count: 2.8k

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“Fuck!”

You tumbled onto the mat, back slamming against cool polyethylene. The breath whooshed from your body in a dramatic, crushing exhale, your lungs desperately trying to pull in air but failing beyond shallow, raspy puffs. Bucky looked down at you, the fluorescent lights of the gym feathering behind his head in a blinding halo, smirking as he drank in the image of you sprawled on the mat below him, completely at his mercy. He let you lie there for one, two, three seconds, before holding out his hand for you to grab onto. It was a kind gesture, something that completely contrasted with his previous rough treatment. You squinted and firmly grasped his hand, feeling your back leave the mat as he propped you upright again.

“Is that the best that you can do, (Y/N)?” He stepped back, walking to the edge of the mat and retrieving your water bottle for you.

You huffed, raspy breathing slowly returning to normal. “Is this really necessary?”

He handed you your water bottle, frowning. “Of course it’s necessary.”

“I was told that you would be my personal trainer. Nowhere in the program description did it say that you were going to beat my ass all day,” you shook your head, slightly incredulous, and took a few grateful gulps from the water bottle. You felt more comfortable talking back to him because you were the last ones left in the gym today, with no one but him to overhear your complaining. You had expected some light cardio, maybe some weight training, when you had signed up for individual sessions with a personal trainer at your new gym. You didn’t think you would be paired right away with Bucky, who seemed to exclusively work with experienced heavy lifters, and you definitely didn’t think he would take it upon himself to teach you self-defense, a skill which he was surprisingly extremely well-versed in. Every day for the past week, you had ended up in a similar supine position on the mat, beaten and scrambling for air, accumulating a mottled collection of nasty bruises and scrapes on your knees and elbows. The most frustrating part was that he remained unscathed through it all. Every time, it was you on your ass, and him helping you up. It made you want to scream.

Well, that actually wasn’t the only thing about this whole situation that made you want to scream. He was incredibly good-looking, exactly your type, all brooding looks and dark eyes. You actually had to pick your jaw up off of the floor when he walked in to your first session last week. But, the worst part was, he was a cocky bastard. He had to know the effect he had on you, and yet, he chose to do nothing about it.

“Well, you’ll just have to do better if you want me to stop crushin’ you every time.” He dabbed at his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and even though he frustrated you to no end, it took everything you had in you not to let your eyes drift down to look at his toned stomach.

“Now I think you’re just trying to make me mad.” You huffed, walking to the edge of the mat and returning your water bottle to its perch, preparing for another round.

“Well, if I’m pissing you off, why don’t you use that anger? Beat me. Just once,” he smirked, as if firmly believing that you couldn’t, that you didn’t have it in you. But, you were just stubborn enough to take the challenge.

“Fine.” You cocked your head and gritted your teeth, digging your heels into the mat and crouching in a ready position.

“3… 2… 1… start.” The ghost of a smirk still graced his face, but he was concentrating on your movements now, eyes darting as you approached.

Jab, cross, jab. Knee, high kick, and--

“Damn you, Barnes.”

One quick sweep, and he had you pinned. You wanted to scream, to thrash in frustration, but his body pressing against your back limited any movement on your part. Wonder if he likes having me pinned like this. You tried not to let that thought develop further, lest the heat you had worked up from sparring travelled up your neck for him to see, or worse, somewhere farther south--

“Why are you still panting, (Y/N)?” You could feel a puff of hot breath against your ear as he chuckled.

Fuck. “My, uh… my asthma must be acting up again.”

“Didn’t think you had asthma.” He flipped off of you, arching a brow as you slowly stood.

“Forgot to tell you, then,” you fibbed, trying at all costs to avoid spilling the truth, that your panting was the effect of an illicit fantasy that you had thought about in bed, alone, on more than one occasion.

“Uh huh,” he said, unconvinced. You both got into a ready position again.

“3… 2… 1… start.”

This time, you took more of a defensive strategy, evaluating him before striking. Maybe, if you weren’t so focused on completing the flourishing movements, on hitting with perfect precision and strength, you could anticipate his attack instead. You circled around each other like sharks, his eyes glinting almost hungrily, but doing nothing to bely his next move. It was like trying to size up a brick wall.

Suddenly, he darted forward with a speed that no man his size should have, and he swept your legs from under you, flipping you with ease. You fell ungracefully in a prone position, cheek smacking the mat, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. You groaned, aching muscles begging for you to stop and rest instead of getting up and accepting his challenge. You pressed your forehead into the mat, weighing whether it was worth the hassle of asking him to cut your session short today, when you noticed that he was completely silent.

You furrowed your brows, eyes flying open. Every time he had defeated you in previous rounds, he had uttered some sarcastic, infuriating quip, trying to rub in his victory even more. But he hadn’t said anything yet.

You pushed your chest up off the mat, craning your neck to look back at him. He was obviously looking at your body, eyes transfixed on your lower half, but when he sensed your sudden movement, he broke out of his trance. He quickly got up from his kneeling position, clearing his throat and walking to the water jug on the far wall. A smile slowly grew on your face as you realized that he had been staring at your ass.

You stood up, slowly walking toward him, assessing him with a sly expression on your face. “Were-- were you doing what I think you were doing just then?”

His back was to you as he filled a little paper cup with water. “If you mean pummelling your sorry ass into the mat yet again, then yes.” His voice still carried its usual snarky tone, but it shook slightly, as if he were just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Not exactly what I meant.” You stepped closer until a foot separated you, and he turned around to face you.

“Then what do you mean, doll?” He smiled smugly, but you noticed the pink blush that was creeping its way up his neck.

You hummed a laugh. “What I mean, Barnes,” you cocked your head, relishing how your sudden onset confidence wiped the smirk from his face, “is that you were enjoying the view back there. Isn’t that right?”

Now it was his turn to huff a laugh. “Well, what can I say? You’ve got a nice ass. Gotta get something out of these sparring sessions.”

You scoffed. “Fucking pervert.”

“Call me that again.” His tone was more serious, suddenly bereft of the saccharine sarcasm you were so used to.

You paused, weighing his tone against the risqué direction the conversation was heading, and you smirked, deciding to provoke him further. “You’re a fucking pervert. Beatin’ girls up, just so you have a chance to get a good, long look at their bodies. What the fuck is up with that? Can’t get some like a normal person, can you?”

He let that sink in, head dipped, eyebrows raised. But then, a thought seemed to cross his mind, and a wicked smile crept onto his face. He looked at you with hooded eyes, and your stomach flipped, unsure if you were extremely turned on by your sudden proximity to him, or if you were preparing to balk.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” His voice was low, rasping with something you’ve never heard from him. Your mind was telling you to back up, to leave this encounter before it got messy, but your feet stayed rooted in position as he bridged the gap between your bodies. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around before pinning you roughly against the wall.

“You know,” he said, breath hot against your ear, “you really shouldn’t be calling me a perv, when I know exactly what goes on in that head of yours during our training.”

“Wh- what do you mean?” You decided to play dumb, hoping that he wasn’t astute enough to deduce your secret, licentious desires.

“Oh, you know. Whenever I pin you, you’re always blushing.” He laughed mockingly. “It’s cute. It’s like you secretly want to be dominated.”

You huffed a breath as his hands traveled down your waist, before settling gently on your hips. His lips dragged across the shell of your ear and down your neck, pressing against your pulse point. You arched your back, grinding against the hard bulge that was forming in his shorts.

“Is that right, (Y/N)? You want me to pin you down and fuck you dumb?” He mumbled against your neck.

A wanton moan tumbled from your lips in response, but it wasn’t good enough for him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, p-please.” You hated how breathy your voice was, but you were too overtaken by desire to care whether he was just doing this to get a reaction from you.

“Please what?” You could feel his mouth curl into a smile as he reattached his lips to your neck, sucking lightly.

“Please, please, please, fuck me, Bucky.” Another moan slipped from your mouth.

“That’s better, baby.” His fingers relaxed against your hips, tracing upwards to the hem of your leggings. He tugged them down with your underwear so that they settled just below your ass, and he pulled back slightly to look at your bare backside.

“Goddamn,” he said, voice gravelly and low. He squeezed one cheek with his hand, kneading it slightly before letting it go and slapping it. “Been dreaming of this ass. It’s just as good as I imagined.”

You gasped, giggling. “So, I was right.”

“Right about what?” He asked, pulling down his shorts and freeing his cock before pressing it against your backside, hot length already dripping with precum.

“You’re a fucking perv, Bucky Barnes.” You smiled coquettishly.

He stilled behind you, and you could feel his glare burning a hole through the back of your neck. You kept smiling anyways-- this was the exact reaction you had hoped for.

He guided the tip of his member down to your slit, dragging it from your perineum to your clit and back again to gather your wetness, before completely sheathing himself inside of you in one motion. You moaned loudly in response to the harsh intrusion, body struggling to accommodate his size.

“Thought you learned not to call me that,” he said, voice level, unbothered by the fact that you were throbbing around him.

“Guess I n-never learn.” Your voice was barely a whisper as he began to move, slowly thrusting to allow your body a chance to adapt to the thrilling ache of being so completely full. It was a harsh sensation, but it felt good, each stroke dragging pleasantly against your tight walls.

“Oh, you’ll learn.” His left hand travelled up your body, drawing under your shirt and flipping the band of your sports bra up. Your breasts bounced free, full and heavy. “Let’s see those pretty little tits, huh?”

He pinched one nipple, rolling its rosy, peaked bud between his cool metal fingers and making you squeal in delight. You ground back against him, encouraging him to move faster inside of you.

“You like that?” He switched to the other nipple, kneading your breast gently in his hand, and you arched into the motion. “That feel good?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, trying to swallow your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart so quickly and completely at his hands. “N-no.”

“You know,” he said, driving into you harder and harder with each thrust, but remaining frustratingly unperturbed and casual, “you don’t have to lie to me. I feel how drenched you are. You can admit how good it feels, baby.” His feigned affectionate tone, paired with the way that the tip of his cock was starting to brush against your g-spot, made you cry out. His permission to let go just made you want to disobey him even more, but the pleasure was slowly overtaking your body, overriding your sense of shame. You rocked on your heels, trying to take back some semblance of control, but when his left hand dragged from your breast to your neck, squeezing slightly, you were a goner. You shattered around him, your muscles fluttering around him and coaxing a gruff moan from his throat. But, he kept his focus, fucking you through your orgasm and watching your face as he did, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips dropped open in a soft “o.” He let go of your throat and you gasped.

As the waves of your orgasm subsided, he refused to slow down, his unrelenting pace repeatedly hitting your deepest point. You could feel him grinning stupidly at you, proud that he had already coaxed an orgasm out of you despite not cumming yet himself.

“B-Bucky,” you whined, your body limp against his. Though your first orgasm had abated, you quickly felt tension building again inside of you.

“Not so cocky now, are you, (Y/N)?” He said between heavy breaths. You knew he was close, just by the sound, but you also knew that he wouldn’t leave this room without teasing another orgasm from your body. “So docile once I put my dick in you.” He panted, laughing at the way you mewled and gasped around him.

His hand drifted down to where your bodies met, finding your clit in the slippery mess of your combined arousal. He pressed his fingers against it in erratic little circles, your body keening for him, completely at his mercy.

“Look at that, makin’ you gush around me again,” he said, almost to himself, reveling in your neediness. “Looks like I win at this, too.” And, with that, you were done for.

Your muscles squeezed around him in a sweet, warm vice, and he groaned at the sensation of you cumming around him a second time. You mewled pathetically, body spent with unabashed pleasure. He followed closely behind you, losing himself inside of you and spilling his arousal in hot, vulgar stripes. His head was thrown back, claiming your body as his in sweet, silent throes. Once his hips finally stilled, his body slumped against yours, completely and utterly spent. You stayed like that for a moment, leaning up against the wall, the battle between you clearly over. And then, he grasped your hips, his cock slipping out of you with a vulgar sucking sound.

You bent down, pulling up your pants, when you heard him clear his throat. You looked back, reaching underneath your shirt to pull your sports bra back down over your tits, when he chuckled. You arched a brow, but he just shook his head slightly. “That was… much more fun than beating you up.”

You frowned slightly, but when you saw his goofy smile and suddenly relaxed demeanor, you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. “Does that mean that we get to do that, instead of my training?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” he said sternly, crossing his arms but smiling slyly nonetheless. “But, we can do it outside of training. As long as I get to take you to dinner first,” he added quickly, his voice almost shy as he averted your gaze.

You smiled, laughing, and he looked up, expression nervous. Now, you shook your head. “Considering how good you just fucked me, I should be the one buying you dinner.”

He smirked, grabbing your water bottle and handing it to you, his fingers brushing against yours. “Now, that’s an offer that I can’t refuse.”

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rosedive · 4 years ago

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Hate To Think About You With Somebody Else - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N used to be friends with benefits, but that arrangement ended in heartbreak. Can Fred handle seeing her out with somebody else?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, small bit of violence/fight scene (the reader and Fred are not injured), possessive talk, fingering, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a bit angsty with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything!

A/N: For @theweasleytwinsgirl who asked for the reader teasing Fred, leading to her being tied up! I added a bit of plot to it, because I cannot help it. Obviously, this fic is lightly inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. I am not very confident in my smut writing abilities, so any feedback would be appreciated! I also feel I should thank @lumosandnoxwriting for giving me advice and reassurance throughout writing this. Pictures are from Pinterest.

I have not included all of my general taglist, because I do not know who is 18+ or who wants to be tagged in smut.

Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia sat leisurely around the twins’ shared living room, laughing and giggling over drinks. The past few weeks had been hell at the shop, so the boys felt they needed a much deserved night to just relax. Previously, Fred would have liked nothing more than to relieve his tension with Y/N, but unfortunately, that was no longer an option.

“Have you heard about Y/N and Pucey?” Angelina prodded with a giggle, her eyes alit with mischief.

Fred’s jaw immediately clenched at the sound of her name, his grip on his glass tightening. He most certainly hadn’t heard about her in a few weeks, and he hadn’t expected to have such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of her name. Regaining his composure, he forced himself to relax a bit and quirk a brow, feigning both confusion and interest.

“No? They shagging?” George questioned, sitting forward in his seat.

“Apparently, but I guess it’s becoming a bit more serious than just that.” Angelina shrugged, turning her gaze to Alicia beside her for confirmation. When the second girl nodded, Fred downed another gulp of his drink.

That can’t be right, he thought. It hadn’t even been a month since the last time they had been together, Y/N pinned beneath him as breathy moans escaped her lips. In the dim light of his bedroom, she had whispered to him that her pussy was his, that she was his, and now, apparently, she was with someone else. Some part of him knew that he had no right to be upset, because truthfully, it was his choice to end their little arrangement. But she had left him no choice after breaking their number one rule.

Y/N and Fred had ventured past friendly acquaintanceship about a year before, after a few too many firewhiskys at an infamous Weasley twins’ party. The morning after, they had tiptoed around each other, clearly uncomfortable by the change in dynamic. But it didn’t take long for it to happen again, and again, and again. Before either of them had really realized it, they had become much more than friends but much less than really together, and Fred wanted to keep it that way. He wanted them to remain in that middle ground.

As far as he knew, Y/N was more than fine with where they stood with each other. Until one day, she wasn’t. He remembered clearly how she had bit her lip and gazed at him, only moments after finishing him off with her mouth. He had looked at her curiously, wondering where her usual, joking, post-coital self had gone.

“Have you ever thought of me as more than, you know, just an easy fuck?”

Her words had shocked him, because they certainly weren’t the turn of phrase he would have used. He didn’t think of her as ‘an easy fuck,’ he thought of her as a friend. Someone he cared deeply for. But as he gazed into her desperate eyes, he was struck with the realization that he didn’t care for her the way she hoped. He had swallowed deeply, preparing his words in his mind, before shattering her heart.

Now, he wasn’t sure why he cared. Sure, he had thought about her a lot in the weeks they’d been apart, but he was always so sure that he had made the right choice. Relationships were messy, and he was young, so he had no intention to be tied down so soon. Still, the thought of her with Adrian Pucey made his blood boil, and he wished desperately that he could put an explanation to the feeling.

“Fred?”

The sound of his name tore him from his thoughts of Y/N, and he quickly plastered on his signature goofy grin before sitting forward and re-immersing himself in the conversation. Still, in the back of his mind, images of Y/N and Adrian played on repeat, fueling a fire that he hadn’t realized was a lit within him.

A week later, Fred found himself at a party at Oliver Wood’s flat, celebrating a win for Puddlemere United. There was an array of different people there, ranging from his old Hogwarts team, to groupies, to people who had just showed up at the mention of a party. Fred had planned on getting drunk that night, but after seeing George and Lee sloppily grinding on a few witches in an intoxicated bliss, he decided maybe—for once—he would be the responsible one.

Fred had gone nearly an hour, just barely nursing a glass of firewhisky and chatting with old friends jovially, before his eyes landed on a familiar face entering the party.

Fred was frozen at the eye contact they held, his first time seeing her in weeks. Y/N held the gaze for a moment, before turning to grip Adrian’s wrist behind her and drag him further into the party. If Fred thought he had a strong reaction to hearing about their relationship, it was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Fred slammed his drink down and walked away from the poor girl he had been chatting with without so much as an explanation.

“Let’s get out of here.” Fred clapped a hand down on George’s shoulder the moment he reached him, pulling his attention away from the girl dancing against him.

“Now?” George questioned incredulously, his brows raising. He gestured to the girl in his arms before returning a pleading look to his brother. “Come on, mate. This isn’t a great time.”

Fred knew he could convince his brother to leave if he explained, but his mouth felt entirely too dry. He couldn’t seem to formulate the words as to why he needed to get out of there. So, instead, he sighed and offered his brother a nod before retreating back to the outskirts of the people dancing.

Normally, Fred was the life of the party. By this point in the night, he’d usually be plastered and singing or dancing with no remorse. But seeing Y/N with a bloke like Pucey caused him to have an entire demeanor change, leaving him scowling leaned against the wall.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find Y/N amongst those dancing, pressed closely to Pucey behind her. She was dancing provocatively, even turning in the man’s grasp every little bit to kiss him sloppily. At first, Fred had been almost certain that she was doing it on purpose. The way she was right in his line of vision, acting completely out of character in her open demeanor, it all felt like too much for him to handle.

Then, she made eye contact with him, and held it, and he just knew. She was doing it on purpose. All of her actions had been a way to get him worked up, to see if he would get jealous, and dammit it was working. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding her gaze as she grinded her bum against Pucey. She held his gaze as she slowly craned her neck and pulled Adrian into a searing kiss, her eyes back on Fred the moment the two pulled apart.

That was the final straw for Fred. He wasn’t going to stand idly by while she taunted him so openly, showing him everything he was missing. So, he pushed through the crowd of people and found his way to the two of them, ignoring the small smirk that had risen on her face.

“Y/N,” He breathed out, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. Suddenly, he was entirely unsure of his next move, but he desperately wanted to regain control over the situation. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oi, what the hell, Weasley?” Adrian paused his dancing, although his hands remained gripped on Y/N’s waist. “Can’t you see we’re a little busy here?”

Fred completely ignored the man at first, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He could see by the look on her face that he had played exactly into what she wanted, but with the jealousy coursing through him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She smirked slightly at Fred before craning her neck to look back at Adrian, almost as if she were challenging him to fight for her further.

“I can see,” Fred seethed, finally looking up at Adrian. “I can see a poor girl not having a very good time. So, I’m offering her a better option. Why don’t you let her decide?”

Adrian scoffed, taking a small step back from Y/N but keeping one hand on her hip. He looked down at her, waiting expectantly for her to deny any desire to go off with Fred. When she simply glanced between the two of them, Adrian’s brows furrowed and a look of offense overtook his features.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Tell him.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, the action only infuriating Adrian further. He looked at her incredulously before scoffing and turning his head away.

“Should’ve known a desperate little slut like you couldn’t be loyal.”

In an instant, Fred pushed Y/N out of the way and landed a hard blow to Adrian’s jaw. Y/N was dazed, everything seeming to move in slow motion as all eyes turned on them. Adrian had faltered only for a moment, cupping his jaw in his hand before straightening up and lunging towards Fred.

Luckily, George and Lee were there after a moment, tearing Adrian away and threatening to pummel him as they marched him towards the door. Y/N knew Fred wouldn’t need their help in a fight, but she was still grateful that a full out brawl hadn’t occurred because of her. Y/N rushed to Fred, cradling his fist in her hand and glancing up at his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, but the music had stopped, so he could hear her.

“‘m fine.” He answered curtly, glancing between the way she held his hand and her eyes. “So, can we get out of here?”

Y/N’s lips formed into a tight line, so as to conceal the smirk that desperately wanted to break through. She offered him a quick nod, and in an instant he was dragging her out the door and apparating her back to his flat.

The moment that they were in Fred’s room and the door shut, his lips were on hers. Her back was pressed up against his door, desperate little moans leaving her mouth as she reveled in the feeling of having him against her once more. Fred took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, taking full control of the situation.

Y/N was more than content to let him take over, having missed him in their time apart more than she would ever like to admit. Of course, the feelings she still held for him lingered strongly, but she tried not to think about that as Fred pressed himself further against her. Adrian had been nothing more than a distraction, a feeble hope that she had held onto as a way to get over the tall red head, but it clearly hadn’t worked. She felt a bit bad, because she knew Adrian cared about her far more deeply than she did him, but she also knew she had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. The irony was sickening.

“That was quite a show you were putting on tonight.” Fred pulled away from her breathlessly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.

“Yeah?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just having a bit of fun.”

A low growl crawled out of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers once more, using more force than previously. Y/N squeaked at the intensity, but quickly melted into him. His hands trailed up and down her sides as she rested her own around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fred’s hands finally made their way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach and sending a shockwave throughout her. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, raising her shirt up in his wake. Y/N was quick to oblige, breaking away from him to allow him to tear the garment off completely.

For a moment, Fred’s eyes trailed over her slightly revealed form, drinking in the way she looked half-naked. He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing her like this, and he found that his breath hitched at even the littlest bit of exposure.

As his eyes met her pleading ones, he quickly recovered. Their passion resumed in an instant as he pressed his lips to hers once more, spinning her away from the door and walking her backwards towards his bed. Y/N allowed him to lightly push her back onto it, her heart fluttering at the sudden gentleness of his actions. She’d always loved the dominance he held over her, but something about what was happening between them now felt different. But, as he draped his body over her own, all of her hopes of actual romance melted away and her mind was entirely clouded with just the appeal of him.

Y/N arched herself against Fred, giving him the space to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down her arms slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, until he finally met the tops of her breasts. He cast her bra aside, shooting her one last look before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned at the contact, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his flaming hair. As his teeth gently grazed her nipple she gave his hair a tug, causing him to moan against her.

Fred continued his trail downward, planting kisses down her torso until he made it to the band of her leggings. Y/N lifted her hips and Fred held eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Y/N realized that he seemed to be drawing all of this out, pushing her to the point of pure desperation to make her pay for teasing him all night. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any thoughts of pleading with him, she couldn’t give in that easy.

When she was left in nothing but her panties, Fred sat back on his knees and leisurely unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched him intently, her frustration increasing significantly, until she could no longer contain it. She let out a desperate whine, pleading with the man with her eyes alone.

“Something wrong, love?” Fred cocked his head to the side and smirked.

“Freddie,” Y/N whined, the nickname feeling foreign yet fitting on her tongue.

Fred discarded his shirt before circling his hand around on of her ankles and hitching it up on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle before slowly trailing kisses back up her leg towards her thigh. Y/N shuttered as his lips ghosted over her clothed pussy, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Please.”

Fred looped one finger under the hem of her lace panties, but made no effort to pull them down. When a low chuckle escaped his lips, Y/N knew she was in trouble. Her eyes flew open once more, immediately meeting his darkened, lust-filled ones.

“Did you really think I’d give in that easy?” Fred mocked, punctuating his question by snapping the band of her underwear. “You tease me all night, putting on a show for me, acting like a desperate little slut.” He paused to wet his lips, drinking in the soft moan that escaped from her lips. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, Freddie.”

“Really?” Fred scoffed, sitting back up to begin fiddling with his belt. Y/N raised herself up on her forearms, desperation and arousal pooling in her core. “Because it didn’t seem that way tonight.” Fred’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip as he gazed at her hungrily. “Think maybe I might need to remind you whose slut you are. What do you think?”

She whimpered, but managed a feeble nod. In their previous times together, her and Fred were nothing if not adventurous in the bedroom. Still, as he waved his wand and bound her wrists to his headboard, she couldn’t help but gasp and lightly fight against the restraints. Fred held a devilish smirk at her plight as he stood from the bed and sat his wand back down.

Fred crawled back over her, his intense dominance faltering for just a moment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Still remember the safe word, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” She managed to speak, although it was difficult. Fred leaned back and searched her eyes for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her lips. After that, any sense of gentleness faded.

Fred’s lips sucked and bit at her neck hungrily, one of his large hands trailing down to rub her through her panties while the other massaged her breast. Y/N’s thighs clamped around his hand, which quickly earned her a light swat to her hip.

“Stay still, or I’ll have no problem tying your legs up too.” Fred growled against her neck.

Y/N quickly obliged, spreading her legs further open. While previously she may have been more inclined to push Fred a bit, her mind was too clouded with lust to do anything but obey him. After weeks of mediocre sex with Adrian, she was ready to completely give herself over to Fred, and let him have her in anyway he wanted.

Fred’s hand pushed the fabric of her panties aside, allowing one finger to drag through her wet folds. She was already soaking wet for him, despite the fact he’d hardly touched her. Without a warning, he plunged one finger into her, lightly moaning at the way she constricted around him. Y/N’s back arched ever so slightly against him, tugging futilely against her bound wrists. He set a steady pace, thrusting his finger in and out of her before adding another and scissoring the two. He changed pace after a moment, beginning to curl his fingers up into her as his thumb rubbed circles against her waiting clit. The pressure in her core grew quickly from that, and she couldn’t help the way she loudly moaned out.

“Right there, yes, oh god…”

Fred was now smirking as he pulled away from her neck, significantly satisfied with the many markings he’d left as well as how quickly he could bring her to this point. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew her signs for when she was close, and it made it so much easier to enact his plan.

Just as Y/N was teetering on the edge, desperate whines and random babbles leaving her lips, Fred pulled his hand away. She let out a frustrated and confused groan, her eyes flying open as she felt the build up slowly slip away. Fred just grinned at her, before getting off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers. He lazily stroked himself as he took her in, chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely at his mercy. She had stopped her attempts at fighting her restraints, looking at him like she were almost defeated. In her mind, she’d begun to fear the very real possibility that Fred wouldn’t let her cum at all.

“You seem frustrated.” Fred cooed mockingly, coming to lean back over her and gently brush her cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Fred.” Y/N spoke firmly, though her eyes portrayed her fears. “You’ve got to let me finish.”

“Hm.” Fred seemed to ponder that, leaning back to slowly pull her panties down her legs. “I don’t think I have to do anything. In fact, I could just leave you here all tied up and needy.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start.” Fred tutted, finally discarding her panties aside. He leaned down near her ear once more, his warm breath sending a chill down her spine. “What I’d really like, though, is to hear how much you need me. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Freddie, I need your cock so bad. Need you to ruin me.” Y/N cried out, losing all sense of dignity as her sex-addled brain took over. Fred had intended to tease her much longer, but her desperate pleas were going straight to his cock, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“That’s all you had to say, love.”

Fred hitched her leg around his hip, gripping his cock in his free hand. He teased the head through her wet folds, shivering at the moan she let out from just the smallest contact. Then, he pushed his hips forward, not stopping until he was completely buried in her. Their low moans mixed together in the quiet of the room, Fred being careful not to move until he was sure she had adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Move… Please.”

He needed no further encouragement. Fred pulled out about halfway before snapping his hips back forward, setting a brutal but steady pace. Y/N’s loud moans and Fred’s grunts mixed together, accompanied only by the sound of their skin on skin contact. Y/N could feel her orgasm building again as his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she was almost embarrassed by how quickly he could bring her to this point.

“‘m so close, Freddie.” Y/N breathed out, knowing it would only infuriate him further if she came without his permission.

“Already?” Fred scoffed, although he knew he wasn’t far behind.

Still, he wasn’t ready for things to end so soon, so he pulled out completely, ignoring the desperate whine that left her throat. He pulled both of her legs together and pushed her knees up against her chest, holding her ankles together with one hand before thrusting back into her desperate cunt. The new position allowed him to hit deeper within her as he thrust downward, causing Y/N to scream out. The pain was delicious, it was everything she had longed for in their time apart.

“You really think you deserve to cum?” Fred grunted, landing a particularly hard thrust into her. “After everything you pulled tonight?”

“Please.” Y/N whined. She was so close, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if he stole another orgasm from her.

“Answer the question, slut.” Fred demanded, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little cum slut.”

“Yes.” Y/N cried out. “But only for you, Freddie. Just a slut for you.”

“That’s right.” Fred’s rhythm had begun to falter, approaching his own orgasm quickly. Still, he was unsure if he’d let her finish or not. “You’re my little slut. Only I get to call you that, right?”

“Yes, Freddie.” Y/N whined, beginning to tug again on her restraints. She wanted nothing more than to scrape her nails down his back, but being completely at his mercy turned her on endlessly.

“Good.” Fred was close, so fucking close, but he had made his decision. So he had to hold off. “Cum for me, then. You’ve earned it.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, and as Fred hit one more thrust into her g-spot she was tumbling over the edge. Electricity seemed to shoot all throughout her body as she loudly moaned out his name. Her legs were shaking and she was certain she’d be sore tomorrow, but she had little time to care about that as he continued to pound into her.

Y/N knew Fred well, just as well as he knew her, so she knew he was close. Her mind felt almost entirely blank and she wasn’t sure she had much energy for anything, but she wanted to bring him to his release badly. So, she clenched around him, a moan leaving her lips when he stuttered and groaned. His thrusts were faltering significantly, and after a few moments he was crying out her name as he finished in her.

Fred pulled out and dropped her legs before crashing down next to her. He knew that he needed to untie her, but they also both just needed a moment to breathe. All that could be heard was the sounds of their mixed pants as they both came down from their highs. Once he was significantly more relaxed, he gripped his wand and swished it lazily, effectively removing the restraints she was held in.

Y/N hands dropped down and she quickly went to rub at her wrists, but Fred was quick to bat her hands away and do it himself. He examined both wrist closely, seeming to want to ensure that they were okay.

“They weren’t too tight, were they?” Fred implored after a moment. His genuine concern made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“No, they were perfect—all of it was perfect.” She sighed as she pulled away from him. Her general cognition was beginning to return, and with it her fears of all of the pain she had gone through in the past etched their way through.

Sure, Fred had clearly gotten jealous at the party. Then, he had gotten possessive and claimed her in the bedroom. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he harbored the same feelings for her that she had for him. The fear nearly paralyzed her, and she wasn’t sure if she should quickly redress and flee the room or implore what this all meant. Luckily, he answered her internal questioning before she even had to ask.

“I don’t want to see you out with Pucey.” Fred sighed, his eyes not meeting hers. “Which is a total prat thing to say, but it’s true. I don’t want to see you out with any bloke, really.”

“Fred…” Y/N spoke tentatively, her eyes begging him to speak further.

“I want you, Y/N. Like, really.” Fred finally met her gaze. “Not just in my bed.”

“What, do you want me on the couch too?” Y/N tried to joke, hoping it would cover up her nervous tone. But it didn’t. So, her voice became soft. “Don’t get my hopes up, Freddie.”

“I’m being serious.” He shook his head. “I want to take you out on fancy dates, or watch movies with you on my couch. Bloody hell, I want to bring you to my parent’s house for Sunday dinners. I don’t know, I’m not good at this. Whatever it is that couples do.”

“Fred Weasley,” A small smile had begun to grow on Y/N’s face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Fred answered earnestly. “That is, only if you’re going to say yes. Otherwise, this was all just a joke—”

Y/N shut him up by pressing her lips to his, her mouth still curled upwards in a smile. It was impossible to hide the genuine happiness that his words brought her.

“Yes.” She answered softly as she pulled away.

A similar smile began to grow on Fred’s face as he completely registered her words, and he couldn’t help but dive back in for another kiss. Y/N was his, completely. Something he’d probably wanted for so long, but had simply been too daft to realize it. Now, as he held her in his arms, he promised himself he’d never make such a mistake again.

Tagging a few 18+ mutuals from my usual taglist: @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @theweasleysredhair

#fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #Fred Weasley fanfic

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Shut Eye

pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: I was listening to the piano version of ‘For Forever’ from Dear Evan Hansen while writing this...so maybe that explains it?? THIS IS SOOO CHEESY YOU GUYS

requested by anon - thanks for the fun request, hope you enjoy! a picture of your ask/request will be at the bottom of the post. Thank you!

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You awoke with a gasp, the covers flung aside in an effort to grab the notebook and pen you kept handy on your nightstand. Not bothering to flip on the lamp, you used the little moonlight filtering in through your window to write down the events of your dream.

You spent most nights in the dreamscape with your soulmate, his face and voice a blurry mess in your mind. The two of you would talk for hours, that much you know. The general idea of the conversation would stick with you as well, but beyond anything else, you’d wake up with the same familiar feeling.

The specific brand of heartbreak that tends to accompany goodbyes.

Tonight’s dream had been something entirely different, though. Try as you might, your mind can’t seem to conjure up the exact words your soulmate had so calmly whispered in your ear as you stood on a red carpet facing innumerable flashing cameras. However, one thing was for certain.

He was trying to send you a message.

He was trying to find you out in this big world.

You’ve made a bullet-point list now, with the words red carpet, famous?? and beautiful suit starting off the list. As the list continued on, you only grew more and more confused. Why did your soulmate choose that dreamscape? After years of the usual sitting room and long chats, something must have happened to make him change.

Frustrated, you scanned last night’s notes to see if anything out of the ordinary had happened. You nearly gave up before one of the final bullet-points caught your attention.

we talked about family

did we talk about our family??

Eyebrows scrunched and lips pouted, you wracked your brain for any recollection of the conversation from the night before. Indeed, you remembered waking up with the distinct feeling of discussing future baby names, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what he had said he liked. What you did remember was that it was a name that had made you laugh, and that he had been upset about it for the rest of the evening.

Not too upset, though. He’d still quietly warned you in the way he always did when he knew he was about to wake up. Softly lacing his hand through yours, running his thumb over the back of your knuckles until in the blink of an eye he was gone.

There had been several occasions when you’d woken up still feeling the ghost of his hand on yours.

The notebook in your hands glared up at you, an unwelcome reminder that you were nowhere near close to understanding the meaning of your most recent dream.

Normally, you would have just let it go. But today was different. Today you woke up just knowing that he had meant something by the dream. The way he’d brought you out on that red carpet, your arm linked through his as he led you toward a group that was already posing for pictures-

Wait. A group? You’d forgotten that part. Another bullet-point was added to the growing list.

part of a group (friends?)

Your eyes drifted shut as you tried to remember any more details, the ways the cameras flashed seemed to impair your vision as you’d looked at the group that had smiled as you neared. One of them had made some extra space for you and your soulmate, and you’d nearly keeled over when you saw who it was.

But who was it?

You sighed, scribbling one last bullet-point before your brain quit functioning.

I recognized the friends - famous?

It was a bit discouraging to look down at the list and see so many question marks, but you paid it no mind as you tossed your notebook back onto the nightstand and found the strength to get up for the day.

You’d just have to wait until the next dream.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

“I have no idea where this is going,” you admitted while staring up at the ceiling, sprawled out on your bed. “But I just know that he’s trying to tell me something. You know?”

Your best friend, Ji-eun, just laughed on the other side. “I’m sure he was...but honestly, who knows? Maybe he just wanted a change of scenery.”

“Ugh. You’re no fun.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but no more fun for you tonight. I’ve got to go to bed. Got to wake up early tomorrow, remember? It’s a big day.”

“Oh, that’s right! Are you nervous?”

You’d nearly forgotten that your best friend was also one of South Korea’s most beloved singers. On most days, you forgot her stage name, too.

“No, not really. I just usually hate having to sit there by myself, you know? There are so many groups, and them I’m just by myself. Looking beautiful.”

“Aww, poor IU, all alone.” You teased. “I’d go with you, but-”

In an instant, Ji-eun, or IU, squealed and you knew that she had an idea. “Yes! Come with me!! I’ll sneak you in! You won’t even have to worry about the red carpet- wait.”

You winced, having held the phone at a distance from your ear so as to not immediately lose your hearing. “Oh no, now what? You know I’m not fit for award shows, Ji-eun.”

“Didn’t you say that your dream was on the red carpet?”

You blinked. “Yeah.”

“Sooo,” Ji-eun dragged out, “Maybe you’ll see him.”

A wry laugh escaped you. “What makes you think he would recognize me even if he was there? Or that I would recognize him?”

IU made an indecisive noise. “Well, you already described his beautiful suit-”

“Hey, no teasing. It was absolutely gorgeous.”

“Exactly! If there’s a guy that shows up wearing that suit, then maybe that’s him! And, maybe he’s part of a group! You would recognize the group if you saw them, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re just trying to get me to come with you,” you drawled, ignoring the little spark of hope.

“Obviously. Hey, you know that really pretty red dress you bought not that long ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Wear that, and work your dreamscape magic or something to help him remember the red dress. He’ll recognize you when he sees you tomorrow!”

With an eye roll you’re pretty sure Ji-eun heard through the phone, you groaned. “If he’s even there. If.”

“So you’ll do it?”

In the end, it was the memory of having to say goodbye every morning without even remembering who you were saying goodbye to that had you agreeing.

••••••••••••••••••

Falling into your dreams had always felt more like waking up, the urge to stretch and run around almost too much to deny. Tonight, you entered the familiar sitting room that you’d frequented nearly every night for the past few years.

Your soulmate is waiting for you when you enter, his back turned to you.

A part of you knows that the two of you have been through this many times before. You’ve technically met your soulmate hundreds of times - maybe even thousands at this point. But every night, it’s the same little feeling of anticipation as you wait for him to turn around.

Always wondering who it might be. Always dreading the moment you wake up and forget his face all over again, waiting for the next dream to identify him.

He’s in the black, lightly checkered suit that he wore last night, not a single strand of his black hair out of place as he turns around with wide eyes.

Your breath is momentarily caught in your throat as you suddenly recognize him, not only from the previous dreams but from nearly everywhere else in the waking world.

“Hey,” Yoongi mumbles, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looks at you. “You look beautiful.”

You looks down at the red dress you’re wearing, the same one you’re planning on wearing at the award show. Nodding at his suit, you grin.

“Are you wearing that to the award show today?”

He nods, stepping toward you. “I wish you could go, I know that I’d be able to find you-”

“I am.”

Yoongi stops, his mouth slightly open. He takes a single step toward you. “You are? How?”

“Ji-eun is my best friend, remember?”

He takes a moment to recall that tidbit of information about you, nodding. “So...we’ll see each other.”

“I hope so.” You tilt your head. “But will you recognize me? It was so hard for me to remember any details after last night’s dream, I feel like it’s getting harder.”

“I think it is,” Yoongi agrees, striding over to you and grabbing your hand even as a light pink dusts over his cheeks. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this dress.” With a wink that belies his shy nature, Yoongi leads you out onto the red carpet, where cameras are waiting.

He walks you through the event, glancing at you every few seconds as though afraid that you’ll disappear at any moment. That’s certainly a valid concern - it’s happened plenty of times.

You’ve just made it to where the rest of the members are standing when you feel the tell-tale pull back toward reality.

You’ll be waking up at any moment now. Most likely because of that pesky nest of birds that have decided to camp out just outside of your windows.

Instinctively your grip on Yoongi’s arm tightens, and he turns to you. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re about to leave.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You blurt out, taking in every last detail of him. From the way his cheeks are still pink to the fit of his suit.

Yoongi absolutely shocks you as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, pulling you a little closer. His breath that dusts over your ear feels so real as he whispers gently to you.

“We’ll find a way. I promise.”

•••••••••••••••••••

It was the same dream as the night before; the same infuriating goodbye that seeped into your bones as you hurtled awake. However, this time, you could have sworn that you recalled a puppy-dog gaze that was begging you to remember him as you left the dreamscape.

You’d worn the red dress you currently had on, the red lace falling just below your knees. A part of you remembered the way your soulmate had reacted when you’d waltzed into the dreamscape, the way you had casually linked your arm through his as you walked onto the red carpet.

Today you couldn’t find the energy to write anything in your full notebook, opting to bury your head in your hands.

“Who are you?” You groaned. The feeling of his soft lips against your forehead has you sighing, wishing that you could replay it all over again. After shooting a glare at the red dress hanging in your closet, you grabbed your notebook to write down one note before getting up.

We love each other

•••••••••••••••••••

Ji-eun - er, IU, instructed you to wait for her at the entrance to the photo-op portion of the red carpet. She would be busy doing little interviews before that, which honestly didn’t seem that appealing to you.

Especially not when you were so nervous you thought you were going to throw up.

Staring down at your red dress, you nearly jumped out of your skin when there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Ha! You’re jumpy today,” IU teased, “I wonder why.”

“Oh good, you’re finished.” You ignored her tease, happy to get moving. “You look amazing.”

It wasn’t a surprise, but she still deserved to be complimented. IU looked absolutely ethereal in her flowy green gown, the two of you looking like some sort of Christmas ad.

“You look great as well!” She motioned toward the carpet. “I think we’re just after this group. Ready?”

Armed with a smile and your best friend at your side, you ventured onto the carpet. It was easier than you though it would be; most of the time you were stepping aside to allow the photographers a clear view of IU.

You’ve nearly made it to the end when a fresh round of screaming picks up.

There’s only one group that can command that much attention.

You couldn’t help but crane your neck as you see BTS walk onto the carpet, just a couple of groups behind you. Your eyes widened on their own accord when you saw them, unable to shake the feeling of having met them before.

Of course, they pay you no mind. However, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Suga took a moment to get up on his tippy-toes, looking around. You went to point it out to IU, nobody paying either of you any mind as you walk off the carpet. You lost all ability to speak, however, as you took a closer look.

It’s the suit.

The one that is checkered with a light gray, the one that fit your soulmate just right.

It’s the black hair that’s perfectly styled.

And as Suga turned to look your way, you didn’t miss the way his eyes caught on your red dress.

Almost like he had been looking for a red dress.

In the span of a single heartbeat, you made eye contact with the idol, the same question lingering in your eyes.

For Min Yoongi, that’s all it took.

Abandoning all precepts, he took off down the carpet, heading straight toward you. From the way the other members took one look at you and your red dress and immediately began speaking to those present, you knew that they’d been waiting for this. Knew that they weren’t planning on keeping this low-key, because there was no real way to do that.

Not as Yoongi saw you and knew.

You managed to take three steps toward him before he was before you, grinning with his gummy smile even as his ears turned red.

“Quick,” Yoongi breathed out, reaching down to take your hands in his. “If it’s really you, tell me what name we can’t agree on for a girl.”

The question threw you off guard, making you laugh. But after a moment, you found with a gasp that you remember.

You remembered everything.

The way the two of you first awkwardly stumbled into the dreamscape at the age of nineteen. How you eventually opened up to each other, grew to care deeply about the other.

You remembered the nights when the two of you were rambunctious and laughing at stupid stories Yoongi told you about the boys.

You remembered the nights when you sat in silence, dreading the moment you would have to wake up.

And you remembered that just a few days ago, Yoongi had brought up family. You’d spent the night talking about how many children you’d want, how you’d raise them, what you’d name them.

And there was one horrible name that he loved and you hated, and neither of you were willing to budge on it.

“Ugh,” you groaned even as you smiled. “We are not naming her Pearl! It would make her sound like a pirate ship!”

The cameras flashed, which made Yoongi’s eyes glimmer as he laughed along with you. Then, without a care in the world except for knowing for certain that it was all real, Yoongi tugged you closer until your foreheads touched and all you could see were his dark eyes pulling you in.

“I told you we’d find a way.”

Hundreds of cameras flashed, documenting the moment and effectively labeling it a dream come true.

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