#love me till you leave me part 17
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Homecoming
Amelia Shepherd x Reader
(ex-lovers turn to friends)
Amelia Shepherd x Kai Bartley
(lovers breaking up)
Love Me Till You Leave Me part 17
Note: I want to try something other than the red string of fate for bringing them back together, hence the science (earthquake) references.
Amelia and Kai knew that there's a cracking in their relationship. They didn't know how or when it happened. This said cracks are beginning to grow at a fast rate, and they both know the reason.
Amelia jumps too fast into another relationship, not letting herself fully move on.
Kai went back to her because they didn't like the job they left her for.
A metaphorical crack became a fault, and it started to part rather faster. One of them on the opposite sides, wherever this quake might lead, it's for sure not going to end for them to be together.
Their diversion will somehow lead to her's and your's diversion.
Someone had offered Kai a job, far from where they currently recide. They were going to talk with Amelia about it, but it turned into a fight, and eventually, their break up.
Amelia found a letter on the coffee table when she went home. She read who it was addressed and saw Kai's name. Seeing that it was already opened, she decided to read it. It was the letter offering Kai a job, somewhere far. Her mind suddenly starts to fog, and she starts to play scenarios in her mind. She starts to doubt Kai.
When Kai went home, Amelia greeted them with a question, "What's this?" She said while holding the letter on her hand, waving it to Kai. "You're going to leave and take this job again. I'm such an idiot!" She accused them. "What are you talking about? I was going to discuss it with you--" Kai defended, but Amelia quickly cuts them off, "Oh. So, you're actually considering it. " "What?!" Kai asked, their starting to get annoyed.
A: GO! Leave, like everybody else has-- the only one who never left me is Y/N, and I was dumb enough to leave her, just ao I can be with you.
K: Oh. Y/N, the great and perfect y/n, of course. Are you even going to admit that you're still in love with her? All this time?
A: Do not put this on me.
K: For fucks sake, Amelia stop bullshiting me.
Amelia and Kai's eyes start to water. Their word stinging each other.
A: I'm going home.
K: But you are home
A: I'm going home
K: What are you talking abo-- *walks up to Amelia and scans her face* Did you use again? Are you high?
A: *felt like a truck hit her out of nowhere* OH MY GOD. --I can't believe you'd think that, and even have the nerve to say it out loud. I AM NOT HIGH. I'm actually more sober than I'd ever been.
They were quiet for a moment, tears running down their faces.
K: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just--
A: Can you stop explaining yourself for once and just own your mistake?
K: I'm sorry, I really am.
They look into each other eyes.
A: This was never going to last, is it?
K: I guess not.
Amelia hugged Kai as if it's going to be the last. "We need to break up before we kill each other," Amelia said, which made Kai sigh and chuckle. "I'm going home." Amelia said once more.
Amelia held Kai's hand and looked into their eyes and said:
"You're like a drug
I'm always gonna want you
Cause I'm an addict
Even though you're not good for me
You had this hold on me
That keeps me wanting more
Even if it hurts
But I want to sober up
I want to be free of you
So, I'm going to get help
And I'm going home."
She let's go of Kai's hand and left the house they lived in together.
Then she went to you. Her home.
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Someone was knocking at your door, very late at night. When you got to the door, you slightly opened it to see who was on the other side. It was Amelia. You can tell she's been crying because her eyes are red and puff, you fully open the door, "Hey, Ames. What's up? Are you okay? Please, come in. " A voice inside the house called your name and asked if it was the pizza. Amelia scoffs, "You're with someone-- Sorry, I shouldn't have come here." Amelia ran off, and you're left confused.
Amelia kept walking. She wasn't even looking left and right when she crossed the street. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realise someone was following her. She didn't see that the light was green, so she just kept walking. She didn't notice the car coming at her until it's too late for her to make a move, she's paralysed. Just when she's about to get hit by the car, someone had pulled her up and saved her life.
It was you. She was drowning, and you pulled her out of the abyss.
You check if she's okay. "Ames, are you okay?"
"Y/N" was all Amelia could say.
"What were you thinking?" You stated and concern evident in your tone and in your eyes 'that you don't love me anymore,' she thinks to herself. "Are you alright?" You inquired again. "I am now. You just saved my life... in more ways than one, " she assured you.
You asked her to come home and spend the night in your house.
When you got there, she looked around and did a quick scan of the house. The voice she had heard earlier was not present anymore. It was your sister and you asked her to leave. She didn't question who it was, though, and left it on her mind to ask in the morning.
You let her sleep in your bed, as you can see that she needs it more than you.
In the morning, she wakes up first and cooks for you, just like old times, but not exactly like old times.
You wake up to the smell of breakfast and to the sound someone was making in the kitchen. You stood up and walked to see who it was. It was Amelia. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing your clothes that you'd lend her last night, you smile and ache at the same time by the domesticity of it all.
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Bed bugs
Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader
Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk
Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.
Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.
(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)
Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).
Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)
Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷
Sincerely Glo
As always, requests are open!
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I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!
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You can read part one here
"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."
he mumbles on your back
"I can't, I'm sorry."
You mumble
"Why? What is happening, baby?"
he asks, hugging you tighter
"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."
"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"
he asks
"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."
"It's a common thing?"
he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone
"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”
you say, turning yourself towards him
"Mh"
"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."
he says
"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."
"I have an idea."
he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair
"What?"
you ask, looking at him
"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"
"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."
"Shshhh"
close your eyes
go to sleep
know my love is all around
dream in peace
when you wake
you will know I'm still with you
He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.
You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.
"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"
he asks you when you walk into your kitchen
"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."
you say
"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."
he says while working on something at the stove
"That's why the bottle is half empty."
you giggle, hugging him from behind
"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."
he says
"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"
"Yep, and trust me, I love it."
he says
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm"
"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."
you say, hugging him from behind
"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."
he says, turning towards you
"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"
you ask, touching his neck and chest
"No, no, it was a bed bug."
"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"
he says, touching your neck and making you shiver
"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”
you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest
"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."
"NO THE PANCAKES!"
he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes
"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."
he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes
"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."
"So you're saying that is your fault?"
he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out
"Yeah, definitely."
you laugh
"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."
"No."
you say
"Yes."
he says
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no."
"And I said yes."
"Channie, you don't have to"
"But I want to"
he says
"But-ugh, what if people see us around."
you say
"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."
"Mh, okay, but with one condition."
"Which one?"
he asks
a smirk appears on your face
"I don't like that smile."
he says
"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."
"You-you can ride?"
he asks
"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"
"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."
he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands
"You're not reckless, aren't you?"
he asks with a worried tone
"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."
you smile
"That smile...I don't trust you."
"Not my business, Channie."
10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)
"You copied my outfit."
you say, looking at him
"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"
he asks, looking at you
"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."
"I always dress like this."
“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”
You mock him
“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”
"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."
you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side
"Jagiya.."
he says
"Mh?"
you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname
"I'm scared."
he says, looking at his feet
"About..?"
you say opening your garage door
"I've never been on a motorcycle."
he says shyly
"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"
"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"
he asks
"Yeah, she's my baby."
"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"
you shrug your shoulders, looking at him
"I just do it, just trust me okay?"
"I do trust you."
he says
"Yeah?"
you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods
"Okay, big boy, put this on."
you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets
"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."
"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."
he says, closing the zip
"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."
you say, zipping your protective jacket
"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."
he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again
"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."
you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.
"Okay, give me these."
you say, taking the helmets from his hands
"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."
you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours
"Does it feel loose?"
you ask
"No, it's perfect."
you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered
"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"
"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."
he giggles
you turn on your bike, leaving her roar
"Damn, it's loud."
he giggles
"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."
you say, patting on the small sitting place for him
"Are you sure you can-?"
he asks
"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."
you smile at him
he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable
"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."
"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"
you say
"Yep"
"Now, arms around me."
you say, waiting for his arms
"Hold on tight."
you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot
"Here we goooo."
you say
"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."
"Hold on tight, Channie."
you say, patting on his hands
"That's-wow, oh my god."
"You want me to go faster?"
you say once you're on the road
"Fuck yes"
he says
and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.
"How does it feel?"
you ask him
"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."
"Freedom?"
you suggest
"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."
he says
"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"
you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.
"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."
he says
"Of course."
you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis
"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"
he almost screams
"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."
the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter
"You're crazy."
he says
"I know"
"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."
he says
"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."
"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."
you say
"Are you fantasizing about me?"
he asks
"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."
you say, teasing him
"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."
he says, teasing you back
"I- you- uh- I hate you."
you say
"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."
he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs
"Oh-you-shut up"
you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks
"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."
you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park
"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."
he pouts
"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"
"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"
he asks, lifting his helmet
"Oh, just bring it with you."
you say
"So...umh, breakfast?"
he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you
"Yeah, breakfast."
you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet
"Ladies first"
he says, opening the front door of the building for you
"Oh, what a gentleman."
you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator
"Yeah, gentleman."
he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk
"What you're mumbling about?"
you look at him
"Nothing"
"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."
"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."
he crosses his arms
"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."
you say, shrugging your shoulders
"You're not mad?"
he asks
"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."
"Mh, good to know."
he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes
"Ladies first, of course."
he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.
after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him
"You sure that you don't want a bite?"
he asks, offering you a piece of pie
"Hundred percent Chan"
you smile at him
"Do you have to work today?"
he asks
"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"
"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"
"I- you- you want me in your studio?"
"Yes"
"The one where no one is allowed?"
"Mhmm"
he nods, sipping on his cappuccino
"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"
"Yes, that one."
"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."
you shrug your shoulders
"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."
he says
"Interesting"
you say, sipping on your coffee
"The boys are already there. Should we go?"
"I follow you, mister dark aura."
"Oh, shut up."
he says, looking at you
"Hello everyone"
he says, entering in the studio
"Hi Hyung"
the bandmates say at the same time
"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"
"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."
"Hey"
he says, sitting down in his working chair
"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."
you laugh nervously
"You ride a motorcycle?"
changbin asks
"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."
you say
"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."
Binnie says
"But I am."
you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio
The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because
1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members
2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP
"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."
you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck
"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"
Changbin says
then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck
"What?"
he asks, looking at them
"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"
Han asks
"Uh, bed bugs."
he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them
"Yeah, a big one."
Han says
"One with human teeth"
Changbin laughs
"Oh shut up, the two of you."
Chan says, his cheeks turning pink
"Who is she?"
asks the two gossipy men
"No one, it was a bed bug."
he says once again
"Do you know anything about this?"
Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you
"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."
you shrug your shoulders
"Mh, yeah."
they look at each other with a smirk
after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect
"Aaaaand we're done."
Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha
"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."
Changbin says
"Me too."
Han says
"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"
"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."
you smile at them
"I have to do the live so."
chan says
"Oh, okay."
they say
"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."
Han says
"Bye guys, see you."
you smile
"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."
Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"
you say, covering your face with your hands
"He's not stupid."
Chan says
"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."
he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you
"Ugh, are you sure?"
you ask, your voice muffled by your hands
"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."
He says, sitting next to you.
"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."
you say, looking at him
"Ouch"
he says
"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."
"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"
he looks at you
"Friends with..."
"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."
"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."
"So?"
"What?"
you ask
"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."
he says
"Mh, friends with benefits"
you nod
"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"
he says, pulling your face towards him
"Yes, fuck yes."
you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again
"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."
he says between the kisses
"Ugh, not enough time."
you say, pulling back from him
"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"
he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs
"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."
he says, kissing your lips
"You said that you loved them."
you say
"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."
He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit
"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."
you say, smiling at him
"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."
he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch
"Mh, not now."
you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge
"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"
he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.
"You- god"
he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie
"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"
he says
"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."
You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate
"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."
he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock
"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."
"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"
you ask, and he simply nods
you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes
"What?"
you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face
"I want to suck them."
he simply says
"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."
"Oh, don't call me like that."
he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened
"I know that you like it, just admitted."
you whisper to his ear
"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."
he says
"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"
you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one
"I wanna live here."
he says, sucking and biting your nipple
"Mhpf, in the studio?"
you tease him even if you know what he meant
"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."
you laugh
"I'm dead serious, y/n"
he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile
"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"
you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him
"Oh fuck"
he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick
"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"
he says, caressing your face
"That's the point, Christopher."
you say, kissing one of his naked thighs
"Please, jagiya, please."
he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?
So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.
You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.
You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.
"Jagi...fuck."
"Uh, language, please."
you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.
"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"
he asks, looking down at you
"You're dramatic."
you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth
"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."
he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.
You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He says, pulling his pants up
“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”
“Yes, you are, come here.”
He says, patting the place next to him
“Thank you”
He says when you sit next to him
“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”
“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."
“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”
You giggle
“Aagh, come here.”
He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him
“No, wait, I’ve just…”
“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”
You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day
“You’re going to be late.”
You say, touching his forehead with yours
“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”
“I know”
You say, pecking his lips once again
“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”
You say, putting your hoodie on
“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”
He says, kissing your cheek
“That’s what a good friend would do.”
You smile at him
“Yeah, good friend.”
He echos you
“Bye, bed bug.”
He says when you unlock the door
“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”
“I won’t, thank you.”
He says, smiling, dimples on full display
Good friends, right?
A friend that has marked you all over your body
A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning
A friend that makes you feel butterflies,
A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit
A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling
Maybe he’s more than “A friend”
A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻♀️💨
Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)
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night lights. warnings: noncon/cnc ?, pervert heeseung, boob guy hee, reader's older (like 2 years?), reader's shy and sophisticated, virgin reader + experienced hee, dumbification, she says no (which is like noncon) but is enjoying it so its cnc, clicking pics and recording sex too ig??, indication of blackmailing towards the end, he masturbates alot. this is like real filth with some wild kinks. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK + minors dni please.
Lee Heeseung has huge secrets, everyone thinks he's a perfect boy with great grades and a promising future ahead... but little do they know. He's the biggest pervert you could come across. Just 19 yet he's obsessed with sex. He lost his virginity at the age of 17 to a 20 year old girl who rode his dick in a huge crowded party. he was so obsessed with the feeling that since then he's been having sex every week, different pussy every time and well he got blessed to have a huge, thick cock which he knew how to use well, oh and his amazing looks... got all the girls on his dick, ready to let him ruin them.
While you, Y/F/N... knows only the main thing. 'Sex is done to reproduce.' without too much of an idea, and neither you've ever felt any "dark" desire. Innocent little sweetheart who is focused on building up a career and leading a stable life. You love shopping, studying English literature and posting on Instagram. Your tits are so huge. It's as if your tits are honey and boys are bees, they want you and your body so much... but you don't wanna give it up.
Heeseung and you were in the same college but have never crossed ways until today. You were wearing a sage green dress till your knee, which showed alot of your cleavage, your sister always bought you outfits like those in hopes you'll finally have a boy in your life.
You were on your way to class while reading through your 'Wuthering Heights' notes quickly, not noticing your way as you bumped into a guy, falling on top of him. It was obviously none other than, Heeseung. It was a very bad collision. You fell in his lap, your arm hurting as he just stared at you with his mouth wide open, eyes on the main attraction, the huge tits that were almost slipping out of the dress.
Unknowingly his hand moved towards your chest, fixing your dress as you gasped softly and looked into his eyes. he felt your cleavage and the softness made him harden a little as he got up and helped you up too. "I'm so sorry." he apologized and bowed, eyes stuck on your milky white legs. "I'm sorry too! Please forgive me!" you felt really shy and guilty as you bowed, your breasts coming all out again as he moaned lowly and made you stand straight again, "hey it's fine. anyways, I'm heeseung. Freshman." you smiled at him while fixing your dress.
That fucking smile. His heart fluttered, and butterflies filled all of his stomach and he smiled too. "I'm Y/n, Junior." he nodded his head as her cheeks burned with shyness. "I hope we become friends." he winked and walked away, leaving you a mess because of how well that handsome boy treated you and even cared about how your dress revealed your private parts! so considerate!!
He had left straight for the bathroom as he then sat in cubicle, gasping to himself. " Oh wow" he said to himself as he then started wanking, he couldn't help thinking of her. Heeseung tries to use his negative emotions like, anger and all because he works his ass off all the time. So he mostly channels those emotions sexually, kinda hot.
~ ~ ~
The day had ended as you were by your locker, putting in your books and taking the one you're gonna study at home. as heeseung came running to you. "Oh my god- listen y/n do you major in English lit. ?" he asked her, acting all worried. as you nodded your head in confusion. "why?" you asked and he leaned on the lockers. "Okay so our teacher is making me get tutored by a very annoying girl so I told him I'll find someone else, and while looking for someone else I saw you. Do you mind?" he told her with a pout on his lips, and the look in his eyes, that could make everyone melt. "Hmm... I'm not that good at it but I can help."
heeseung smiled. " thanks alot!! btw, your number?" he asked with a pretty smile and you nodded while softly blushing as you both exchanged numbers and shook hands.
~ Timeskip to a month or so later ~
You and Heeseung sat in the hallroom of your rented apartment as you helped him out with the freshman English lit syllabus, wearing shorts and sleeve less top that barely kept your tits inside. "Okay let's take a two minute break." you said and took your phone scrolling through your instagram. you were wearing a really soft shade of pink which highlighted your hard nipples because of cold and your cleavage. Heeseung pulled out his phone and subtly clicked alot of pictures of them, from even different angles.
"hey, i'm gonna use the bathroom." he said and you nodded, very busy on your phone as he quitely went towards the bathroom but sneaked into your bedroom. he knew you won't look for him for the next 10 minutes, so he went into your wardrobe for like the 5th time this month and stole another pair of your panties, it was a lacy white one as he sniffed it and moaned. "Like always. even her fucking panties smell heavenly." he said and put it in his pocket as he went back outside.
he was a bit shocked to see you stretching from your spot, your complete breasts visible and ass in the air, as you lazily tried to grab the charger and your earphones. your hard pink nipples rubbed on the wool carpet getting harder as he felt his dick harden, he looked down and saw the boner. he sighed and coughed, making her gasp and sit back up, fixing her clothes. "Are you alright?" he asked and you nodded. "Let-let's get back to work!" you said and he shook his head. "Wait y/n let me help you." he said and smirked, he knew you were gullible and he could atleast get to touch your tits tonight.
He sat down, way closer to you than before. "Straighten your back." you were about to question but he shushed you and you nodded, giving up. You followed his command as he then leaned down, now his face was almost buried in your chest and your eyes widened. "Hees-" he silenced you and grabbed your tits using his hands. "Heeseung stop!" you said in an angry tone. "just let me do it, y/n!" he said and removed your shirt with one hand and held your hands tightly with the other one. he was so ecstatic to finally see the tits.
he hooked his lips on your nipple and started sucking on it aggressively while caressing the other one, you could feel wetness spread down between your legs. Confusion was what you felt, what's happening- why am i loving it..? she let out a string of hot moans as he grew harder and harder, he then sucked her tits really good, the nipples un-hardening slowly. he then pulled away.
"see. that's how they un-harden" he rolled his eyes and you looked into his eyes. "oh... thank you... heeseung.. can we conti-continue?" he shook his head. "I'm going home." you nodded as he left.
you didn't know or understand this feeling between your legs, as you went into your bedroom, touching between your legs and gasping. "Oh god- i'm just gonna sleep-" you gasped and hugged the pillow between your legs falling asleep.
And well in your sleep, you humped that pillow, thinking it's heeseung's thigh. oh your first wet dream!
while heeseung thrusted his dick into your panties, and also wanked himself off, moaning and grunting your name. how you moaned, your scent, the smell of you in the panties, your tits, your innocence, your beauty.. everything turned him on so bad as he grabbed his phone and wanked himself more and faster, watching you boobs.
~ The next week ~
For the full next week you were acting weird. turning red whenever heeseung was around, and not even avoiding him at all, trying to get closer to him. While heeseung enjoyed the attention and continued to secretly steal your panties and click lewd pictures of you.
For example, He dropped his fork down on purpose and went down the table, where you sat with your legs open wide and enjoyed the food as he clicked a photo. Then when you were busy looking for something under your bed, he got a picture of your perfect round ass. Oh and when you thought he was in the bathroom and sheepishly pushed your hand inside your shorts, feeling and caressing her clit. that photo made him feel so fucking turned on. he litreally caught you touching yourself, he thought. And last, when you had left your main door unlocked and he got in, you had taken off your lens and were showering, you didn't even see him when he got the most lewd of all pictures and videos. Photo and video of you squeezing and scrubbing your tits and them bouncing etc.
He was in love with your body and with sexualizing you. He was excited to fuck you and feel your pussy.
Today you went over to heeseung's so you could help him out with the work and studying as his exam was approaching. you wore the tightest and revealing dress today. it was till your thigh and super tight on the breast region making them pop out more. you had no idea why you were doing this but dressing up for him was fun.
you rang the bell and smiled as he opened the door. "hey y/n, welcome" he greeted as you walked in, taking of your jacket and hanging it. heeseung was done with life now, you're wearing a peach dress till your thighs which was flying everywhere because of the fan, showing him your black underwear and the fact your tits were spilling out and your nipples were visible, you weren't even wearing a bra.
he was now almost offended, she acts innocent? and then dresses like that? is she fooling me.. he pushed away the thoughts and led her into his bedroom as the two sat down and today you were helping him finish his sketches for submission. his arm was pressed in the region between your breasts as you led his hand and helped him sketch. "see, that's how you do it. you're bad at this." you said and continued to lead his hand, as your tits then rubbed on his arm.
That. drived him insane, but he held back and decided to play the same game with you. you giggled at his bad drawing and made fun of him. "Oh yeah? You're so mean" He said and started to tickle you as you giggled and fell backwards onto his bed as he was on top of you tickling you while you giggled and bounced. His eyes were stuck on your tits. "OKAY STOP STOP NOW."
He stopped and you looked into his eyes, seeing a certain look on his face which scared you and brought that same feeling between your legs. "Y/n, Can I?" he asked leaning in to kiss you as you let the thoughts leave your head and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and let him lead.
His hands were next to your head as he softly kissed you, slowly speeding up and biting your lips. His hands ranged lower while touching your thighs and touching you sensually as you made out with while breathing heavily. Soon the reality hit you as you pulled away and tried to push him off of you. "heeseung no no-"
You were resisting him but the soft look in his eye had now been replaced by something darker, something more scary. Chills went down your spine and your pussy fluttered. "Shh" He whispered and started to leave a trail of harsh bites kisses from your chin to your shoulder blade. "I've been waiting for this moment. Don't fuck it up for me."
"Heeseung stop, let me go." you said as a few moans left your mouth too. He rolled his eyes and slapped your face as you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. With one swift moment he threw everything that was on the bed away and pulled you closer to him.
"Are you nicely gonna take it off or should i tear it off?" He asked as you looked at him with doe eyes hoping he'd stop but the need in your eyes stood out to him more. "Fine." And there was your dress, left only in shred around your thighs.
Your tits fell out with a small bounce as he licked his lip at that view. He shimmied off the shreds and your panties to the side as you tried to stop him, few tears forming in your eyes. I want to feel more.. you thought but tried to kick him off of yourself. "Please stop this!!"
His hand moved between your legs harshly as the other one held you down, he rubbed your clit harshly and waited for your wetness to grow so he could put his fingers inside your walls while you complained and cried. His lips were abusing your tits like an animal, biting, pulling the nipple and kissing them. You were moaning and rubbing your hips against his fingers while he thrusted them harshly.
"It- hurts.." You cried out with your eyes closed and he smiled. "Just the way my dick used to hurt watching you in those tiny clothes love." He said and continued abusing your tits and pussy. The tears weren't there because of disgust or any negative feeling, you were crying because you were actually liking it. You knew your dad would kill you if he found out you consummated before marriage.
He was just there admiring your beauty as you threw your head back and moaned softly to his touches. He moved a bit away and stopped touching you as you looked at him. He was rummaging through his side table cupboard as he pulled out a vibrator. You were confused as you watched his click a button and put it into your pussy. "OH GOD-" you moaned and threw your head back.
He then took off his own clothes and started to rub his tip while watching you get off. "Need to get my dick wet myself because you're too dumb to do it for me." He tsked. He noticed how the area around her breast and her face had turned, there was drowsiness in her eyes. "M-my belly-" you moaned as he then stopped to pull the vibrator out.
"Please stop it heeseung... this isn't r-right" You whispered as his hands moved behind your head, and he grabbed your head by your hair. His lips were inches away from yours as he whispered. "I don't care." and there he was, pushing both of your hands above your head and pushing your legs wide apart.
You could feel it, all too much. Even the smallest of touch and the smallest sound in the nearest area, you could feel it all, hear it all. You closed your eyes tightly, slowly fighting the grip his hand had on your hands while he just slid his penis inside you, your faces inches away as a few more tears fell out of your eyes. "I hate you" You whispered out as you felt rippling pain with his soft motion. "D-DON'T!" Heeseung stares at you as you complain about the slight pain.
"Be a woman, Y/n." He whispered as he slowly started to move, taking his time and let the pain turn into pleasure. The moment it did change, it was too clear. You couldn't protest anymore as your hands moved to his shoulder, scratching and wanting him to increase his speed so bad but no word left your mouth except the moans.
"Fuck. this feels so good. so so good" he panted out like an excited child, but in a deep voice. You could feel the shivers on your back as you shook underneath him, letting your breasts bounce and jiggle with each and every hard thrust. Heeseung continued to pound into you senselessly, his eyes stuck on your breasts well it shifted to see your face twist into a pleasure-ful expression. "Gorgeous"
His hands were free now so they dived lower, rubbing your clit while he moved his hips graciously rubbing against THE stop. You felt these overwhelming feelings for the first time in your life, you knew you could just explode anytime and then there came the tickles in your belly. "My belly!" you gasped as you felt his pace increase, it was indicating your coming orgasm and well also how deep his dick was into you. It could be seen when he thrusted inside. "m-my god-"
"You're all mine now" he smiled, watching his cock create the bulge in your belly, proudly. He groaned when you clenched a little too hard on his dick. It twitched inside of you, as you felt him paint your insides white. That feeling broke your control too as you felt all of your tension and stress evaporate along with the "liquid".
You felt free, but little did you know by putting that small camera right in the correct corner... he might have changed everything, and made sure that you stay with him and only him.
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Breanna Stewart x Reporter
💋: smut, fingering
-personally i wouldn’t know how to act if she looked like THAT around me
- i’m posting this on an airplane but autocorrect is always against me so if you see an error lmk ( ex. stewie turns to steve lolll)
-as always any and all feedback is appreciated…muah
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standing up you fixed your pale blue blouse and tight black skirt, strutting through the libertys tunnel doors.
the new york liberty now stood at a new record of 17 wins, the number one best in the eastern conference.
questions cascaded your mind to ask the panelist, breanna stewart and jonquel jones yet none of them sounded good enough.
you practice with yourself still strutting down the empty stadium hallways.
“how did losing in the commissioners cup fuel the fire tonight to win by almost double digits?”
you scoff, kicking yourself at the originality…no.
“looking back at your previous loss to the lynx, what part of their game did you study coming into this one?”
this time a sigh exited your mouth.
hm a little better, but still no. you needed an obscure question for this post press.
you like to pose questions to athletes that bring out a side of them no one’s seen. whether it be excitement or vulnerability.
your companies sports articles offered rarity to sports news and discussed various, taboo topics, outside of ball.
wanting to impress your boss, this conference was to be no different and you needed a fun statement for this upcoming article.
as you entered the room voices could be heard everywhere. chatter was ambient, fellow reporters waiting patiently for the athletes to make their appearance.
looking around for a seat you find one in the front row off center to the left.
ten more minutes pass and suddenly complete silence takes over the room. shuffling in is breanna stewart and jonquel jones.
amungst the tallest in the meeting their prescence is almost intimidating.
sitting down right in front of you is stewart who’s expressionless. that is till her large dull eyes connect with yours and somehow it feels like it’s just you and her.
the two of you were fimiliar with each other, performing interviews here and there, but a true discussion was never held.
you take a deep breath looking around the room once more, and the press conference begins.
after thirty minutes or so the mediator announces.
“yes, final question coming from the front row, satin blouse.”
painfully boring questions had been thrown at them both left and right, now, finally it was your turn to do the talking.
you wiggle in your seat and inflate your chest to instill confidence. first introducing yourself and your company you lock eyes with breanna for a countless time and speak.
“…after a tough win, stewart i see you’ve changed into something more comfortable…” you look stewie up and down.
she he wore black sweat pants and a wife beater so tight her nipples, hard as ever, poked through perfectly.
“…fitting since you recently released new lounge wear to go with your new shoes color way. is it everything you envisioned and where is your brand going?”
stewie takes her hands and drags her palms down her chest and chuckles.
“yea it uh- doesn’t leave much to the imagination now does it” smirking directly at you.
“no, it doesn’t” shaking your head, you biting your bottom lip seductively.
jj takes notice of your flirtatious encounter, deciding to interject. “man if y’all don’t get a room or answer the question, we trying to get out of here!” stewie whips her head to her teammate laughing with her hands on her face.
“sorry…yea no the collection is called city of love and i’ve been dying to talk about it so thank you that’s a great question.”
stewie finishes up her statement as she watches you finish up your notes and record her the rest of her statement.
“alright, if that’s it we’re all free to go” the woman over the conference says.
breanna and jonquel thank everyone who attended and you place everything in its designated area in your purse.
feeling eyes on you, you take one more look around the entire room catching stewies bolted on your skirt.
you glance down and rush to pull down the fabric that had bunched exposing more of your bottom half than you’d like.
walking over to the exit where stewie stood you place yourself right infront of her. standing tall to her ear and whisper a quick message, “stop being a pervert.”
not taking another look at you she rubs her face with her hands as the other draped her side.
you roll your eyes and walk out into another empty hallway.
on your trek to leave the stadium you gaped, appreciating the structure now that it was almost vacant.
all that could be heard were the clicks of you heels against the tiled floor.
while nearing the exit, the ache in the balls of your feet were enough to need to sit down for a quick minute.
spotting some bar chairs you throw your purse and the rest of your belongings on the table before deciding to take a seat.
relief infiltrating your body, especially your feet.
kicking your heels off you huff “jesus christ.”
suddenly hearing footsteps behind where you sat, you can’t help but to turn your head.
the women behind you catching your eye, rightfully so. still in her lightly worn wife beater and sweats, breanna stewart appeared.
she took it upon herself to sit at your table and you watched as she did so.
“figured you could use some company.”
“i don’t but you’re welcome to sit..” you joke.
“ouch” she laughs.
there’s a pause of silence with you both looking at one another.
“you uh- with someone, single?” breanna blurts.
“what- who’s asking?” the questions catching you by surprise.
breanna points at herself signaling she wants to know, and in the blink of an eye she’s standing, towering above you in your chair.
you waste no time to stand up yourself as two can play that game.
“is there an issue stewart?”
you put a finger in her chest, pushing breanna outwards.
“you tell me” she says snarkily.
“honey you’re the one looking up my skirt” you counter argue.
“who’s to say you didn’t do it on purpose?” stewie shrugs with a toothy grin.
“ugh please” your bickering coming to an end as you turn on your toes and slip your heels on to head out.
that is till stewie pushes you against one of the surrounding walls. flipping you around to then face her. “oh shit-“
stunned, she left you pinned, arms by your side.
stewies grin gone, she gets just centimeters from your face
“listen, honey, not a single word leaves these lips while we’re here”
your breath hitches “okay..” eager for breanna to do whatever she wants to you, you comply.
“thank you baby” she says beginning to kiss on your neck, each sloppier than the one before.
you lightly close you eyes and in mere minutes she trails the hand that was once pinning yours up and down your thigh.
lifting your left leg to cradle her waist she then brings the hand to the hem of your skirt toying with it before reaching under.
your mouth agape ready for her digits to explore your cunt. moans escape your lips as grunts escape stewies.
she pauses removing her hand from to skirt to simply hold your leg in place.
your eyes flutter open to reveal breanna studying you and your face, the dimly lit stadium behind her.
“what’s wrong?” you whine.
she shakes her head. “nothing, i just wanted to make sure you wanted to do this” letting your leg fall. her accent being so thick made your pussy throb all the more.
you nod you head. “yes, i want you right here, right fucking now, no one’s here this late.” the corners of your mouth pull upward.
breanna pulls you off the cold wall for just a moment only to slap your ass.
“stewart!” you giggle, once again liking how rough she was being with you.
she returns the smile, her gums showing.
“even if there wasn’t i know you’d like a crowd”
you playfully slap her chest. “who’s the pervert now” she teases.
ignoring her comment you eye breanna, shimming off your panties and reaching for her hand, yearning to be touched. you place her hand back on your hips as you hoisted your leg over breannas waist again. she does the rest pecking your ear, then your jaw.
gliding her hand over your clit you groan at the sensation. “stewie go faster, or put your fingers in me, now-.” stewie cuts you off with a demanding kiss. no longer wanting to hear the attitude you were giving her.
stewie continues to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles.
feeling how slick your hole was, she then knew you were ready for her fingers, her long, slim fingers.
you drag out a load moan as she inserts not one but two, her middle and pointer.
pumping her fingers in and out of you, you become more and more vocal.
“shit”
“mm fuck, just like that!”
“stewie baby, i’m sooo close” tears running down your face.
you felt drunk, spiraling with how good your body felt, tingles radiated all over.
her two fingers sped up and she rubbed your clit vigorously with her thumb. the new friction sending you over the edge, orgasming.
the audible gasp and sloshing of your pussy’s juices were all breanna needed to come herself.
your knees buckled forcing you to collapse.
you would’ve hit the floor if breanna wasn’t there to catch and pull you in.
whimpering you regain your balance and embrace stewie in a hug, tired but in bliss.
she kisses your temple.
“you’re so beautiful”
with your head buried in her neck, stewie feels you smile against her pale skin. “you did so good for me”
the praise erupting butterflies in your stomach.
you finally look up her eyes glazing your face and the tear that stained your makeup.
you release from the hug, putting everything back in its place, your skirt, your hair and…
“you forgot something” stewie says, holding your underwear in front of her face
“oh- you’re sick” you say as she shoves them in the pocket of her sweats. you throw your head back in laughter.
“call me” she says nearing exit of the stadium.
you laughed “why so you can start a collection of my panties?!”
“exactly.”
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breanna stewart i hope both sides of your pillow are cold
#breanna stewart x y/n#breanna stewart x reader#breanna stewart#new york liberty#fanfic#fanfiction#jonquel jones#jj#wnba#wnba basketball#uconn wbb#uconn huskies
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Shiori's Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist
Starring:
Matt Murdock (Daredevil) Frank Castle (The Punisher) Michael "Mikey" Kinsella (Kin) Peter Parker (Spider-Man) Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
It's show time!
Day 1
Why? [Frank Castle] [angst] [1: Falling Asleep in the Hospital]
Sleepover [Matt Murdock] [fluff] [18: Pillow Fort]
Day 2
For Better and For Worse [Matt Murdock] [angst, hurt/comfort] [2: “Why? Why do you love me?” + 10: “I'm not good enough.”] [Mrs. Murdock series]
Forget-Me-Nots [Frank Castle] [fluff, hurt/comfort] [2: Flower Crowns]
Day 3
Broken [Sam Winchester] [angst, hurt/comfort] [3: Broken + 5: Self-Loathing + 18: Scars]
Sleeping Beauty [Matt Murdock] [smut] [1: Somnophilia]
Day 4
Dusty Rose [Matt Murdock] [fluff] [4: “Are you blushing?” + 6: Love Bites]
Compromise [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [4: Sixty-Nine]
Day 5
Sunlight [Michael Kinsella] [fluff] [5: Water Gun Fight + 17: Tickling]
On the Brink [Frank Castle] [smut] [5: Begging + 8: Overstimulation]
Day 6
Ghosts [Frank Castle] [hurt/comfort] [6: “Shh, I've got you now. I'm here.” + 7: Nightmare +8: Shaking]
Kneel [Matt Murdock] [smut] [9: “Open your mouth.” + 27: “Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”]
Day 7
Distant [Frank Castle] [hurt/comfort, fluff] [7: Honest Apology + Alt: “I’m in love with you, and that scares me.”] [Companion to Why, You Are to Me, and Proof of Life]
Sundress [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [7: Nothing Underneath]
Day 8
Winter [Peter Parker] [fluff] [8: “You can sleep here tonight.” + 12: “You remembered?”]
On Display [Frank Castle] [smut] [5: Mutual Masturbation + 17: “Touch yourself for me.”]
Day 9
Can't Sleep [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort] [9: Anxiety + Alt: Insomnia] *
Goals [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [12: Deep-Throating]
Day 10
Best Hugs [Michael Kinsella] [fluff] [10: A Hug That Lasts A Little Too Long + 21: Flustered]
Pretty Woman [Frank Castle] [smut] [Alt: High Heels + 31: Stockings/Thigh Highs]
Day 11
Till Death Do Us Part [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort] [11: Tears + 11: “I’d be lost without you.”] [Mrs. Murdock series]
Proof of Life [Frank Castle] [smut] [6: “Spread your legs for me.”] [Companion to Why?, You Are To Me, and Distant]
Day 12
Fractured [Matt Murdock] [angst, hurt/comfort] [12: “I did it for you.” + 29: “Talk to me, please.”]
Close Quarters [Peter Parker] [smut] [14: Accidental Stimulation + Alt: Scent Marking]
Day 13
Nobody [Peter Parker] [angst, hurt/comfort] [13: Loneliness + 3: “I feel real when I'm with you.”]
Jealousy [Frank Castle] [fluff] [13: Playful Kiss + 15: “Are you jealous?”]
Day 14
Inheritance [Matt Murdock] [angst, hurt/comfort] [14: “Please look at me”]
Simple Pleasures [Michael Kinsella] [fluff] [19: Touch starved + 1: Reading to each other]
Day 15
Dislocation [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort] [15: Hiding An Injury + 20: “Who did this to you?”]
Curiosity [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [23: Toys + 13: "Beg me for it."]
Day 16
Sick and Tired [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort] [16: Exhaustion + 28: Chronic Pain]
Panorama [Frank Castle] [smut] [16: Against A Window]
Day 17
For Richer and For Poorer [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort] [17: “I'm not leaving you.”] [Mrs. Murdock series]
Hot Cross Buns [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [Alt: Ass Worship]
Day 18
Cardboard Boxes [Frank Castle] [hurt/comfort] [Alt: Moving In Together]
Acts of Service [Michael Kinsella] [smut] [18: “I’m so proud of ya, yer’re takin’ me so well.”]
Day 19
Confessions [Matt Murdock] [fluff] [14: Sleep Talking]
Lacing the Boil [Michael Kinsella] [angst, hurt/comfort] [30: Healing]
Day 20
The Visitor [Michael Kinsella - angst, hurt/comfort] [Alt: “You’re not alone.” + “I’ll always be there for you.”]
To Have and To Hold [Matt Murdock] [smut] [20: “You were made for me, weren’t you?”] [Mrs. Murdock series]
Day 21
Countdown [Matt Murdock] [angst, hurt/comfort] [Alt: Bound/Chained + Alt: “Take me instead.”]
Office Hours [Matt Murdock] [smut] [26: Under The Desk + 28: Hair Pulling + Alt: Almost Getting Caught]
Day 22
Moral Injury [Bucky Barnes] [angst, hurt/comfort] [22: “You haven't done anything wrong.” + 4: “This isn’t you.”]
Hairbrush [Matt Murdock] [fluff] [25: Playing With Their Hair]
Day 23
Shadow [Michael Kinsella] [fluff] [Alt: Adopting A Pet]
Self-Care [Frank Castle] [smut] [23: “If you won’t take care of yourself, I will.” + 22: “Was that an order?”]
Day 24
In Vino Veritas [Michael Kinsella] [fluff, hurt/comfort] [24: Drugged + 24: Drunken Confession + 29: Forehead Kiss]
Paper Thin [Sam Winchester] [smut] [24: “Shh, do you want them to hear us?”]
Day 25
Older [Matt Murdock] [angst] [25: “What's Wrong?” + 23: Father] *
Leave Me Breathless [Bucky Barnes] [fluff] [22: Breathless Kiss]
Day 26
I'm Grand [Michael Kinsella] [angst, hurt/comfort] [26: “You're not fine.”]
Eavesdropping [Frank Castle] [fluff] [26: “Shut up and kiss me.” + 27: Overheard Confession]
Day 27
You Are To Me [Frank Castle] [angst] [27: Near-Death Experience + 21: Fainting/Collapsing] [companion to Why?, Distant, and Proof of Life]*
Very Horny Rabbits [Matt Murdock] [smut] [22: Aphrodisiacs]
Day 28
Sharing An Umbrella [Michael Kinsella] [fluff] [28: Sharing an Umbrella + 16: Accidental Kiss] *
Sandwich [Frank Castle, Matt Murdock] [smut] [15: Threesome]
Day 29
Checkmate [Frank Castle] [fluff] [Alt: Playing A Game Together]
Turnabout [Matt Murdock] [smut] [29: Restraints + 11: Breast Worship]
Day 30
In Sickness and In Health [Matt Murdock] [hurt/comfort][9: “You don’t need to do that.” “I want to.”] [Mrs. Murdock]
The Beach House [Sam Winchester] [fluff] [30: Road Trip + 20: There Was Only One Bed + 31: Blanket Hog]
Day 31
Worthless [Matt Murdock] [angst, hurt/comfort] [31: “Why wasn't I enough?”]
Little Black Dress [Bucky Barnes] [smut] [30: “Take it off. Slowly.”]
*Previous work
#masterlist#tuna tober prompt challenge 2024#daredevil#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#the punisher#frank castle#frank castle x reader#michael kinsella#michael kinsella x reader#peter parker#peter parker x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#will be updated
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Spidershield but Peter is a constantly horny teen who loves to tease and try to seduce Steve, while Steve is trying to be a good person and not take advantage of his much younger boyfriend, making sure to wait till he feels Peter is “ready”.
One day Steve and Peter are talking about art and Peter begs Steve to show him what he can do. He’s only heard stories of how Steve loves to draw, but he’s never seen any of Steve’s work. So Steve agrees on the condition Peter gets him a sketchpad and pencils.
After Peter finished school that day he comes back with the materials Steve needs and hands them to him, asking him to wait till he’s changed out of his school clothes.
What happens next is not what Steve had imagined. Peter slowly walks into the room with nothing but a bath robe on. He walks over to the couch opposite where Steve is sitting with his drawing materials and seductively drops the robe, leaving himself naked and smirking playfully.
“Draw me like one of your French girls,” he says, lying down on the couch and posing seductively for Steve.
Steve just stares open-mouthed. He tries not to look at certain body parts but Peter has never been naked in front of him before. God, he’s beautiful. The most beautiful person Steve has ever laid his eyes on. And the way he’s acting right now and teasing him right now… Steve is glad to have a sketchpad in his lap because his body is reacting.
Finally he manages to find his voice. “You’re going to get me into trouble.”
“Am I?” Peter asks, face full of innocence.
“Definitely.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to go against my own morals if you don’t put some clothes on.”
“I’m your boyfriend. It’s okay to want it.”
“You’re 17, Peter.”
“If you had a problem with that you wouldn’t be dating me.”
Steve stares at Peter, trying to find some part of himself that says no. But his whole body is screaming yes. He closes his eyes, breathes out slowly through his nose and then opens his eyes again speaking in a firm voice.
“I’m going to draw you. And then I’m going to fuck you. Is that okay?”
Peter’s heart skips a beat. He nods and blushes. Steve has never spoken to him like this before.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Alright. Now be a good boy and stay still for me and maybe I’ll let you cum later.”
Peter has never been so still in his life.
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all my attention part 1
warnings- swearing, smoking, fights (mention of blood), gets a bit sad toward the end
words: 4.8k (im sorry)
If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series
a/n- so I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. anyways enjoy its my first Kaultiz fic so maybe a little everywhere but please read and enjoy 🤍
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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?
I sat backstage messing around with my mic waiting to do sound check, I love my job and I'm lucky to be doing this at 17 but I do miss laying in bed all morning and not having to worry about what I look like constantly "Y/n we need you now!" our stage directer called to me pulling me from my thoughts, I stood fixing my sweatpants around my hips and carried myself to stage were Gustav was sat taping away at his drums "okay just need to go through where you'll stand in schrei" I nodded waiting for the man to decide "go top left" I complied and made my way to the corner near to the blonde boy
"does my snare sound normal to you?" I herd Gustav ask then a loud hit on the skin of the drum, it was lower sounding then usual
"no.. maybe tighten it again" he nodded and began playing with the bolts at the side
"Y/n can you speak into your mic" he asked sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the pit
"hellllooooo" I spoke getting a laugh from the drummer
"perfect...okay your done can you send Georg out" I nodded walking back out wiping my eyes as I made my way into our backstage room, 'quickest sound check ever' I thought to myself
"Georg they need you" he huffed rolling his eyes and grabbing his bass
"its way to early for all this" I agreed "its half fucking six!" he grumbled leaving the room, my attention turned to the only other person in the room, Tom, he was slouched on the sofa with his dreads freely sat on his head, we near enough had the same outfit on except he was wearing no shirt, as usual
"how did it go?" he spoke looking up to me to which I shrugged "oh Bill wont be back till like 12 he has meetings and vocal shit to do"
"I thought, anyways how was yours?" I spoke referring to the soundcheck
"well my guitar wouldn't come through the speaker, then the mic cut and I tripped so, perfect" I laughed at his words "anyways wanna smoke?"
"yeah" I hummed seeing him stand and grab his cigarettes from my bag I brought with me, we pushed the exit doors open and walked into the warm morning air that was finally in Germany, it felt like it had been winter for ages but finally It was warming up "I don't know whether I feel like performing tonight" I sighed as he handed me a cigarette, I brought it to my lips and he lit it for me
"why not? you love it" he was right but today just felt like... not a good day to do anything "you'll be fine when we get out there, I know you will"
"I just.. I don't know" I hummed breathing white smoke from my lips
"is it because of Brian?" Tom spoke making my head snap to him
"Brian! no of course not, me and him were done weeks ago I don't fucking care about him" I defended
"because you know he's gonna be their tonight Y/n. look I'm not the one to usually say this but nobody else is saying it- you broke up only two weeks ago and you've ignored what your feeling"
"fuck Kaulitz you're going soft" he laughed taking a drag "and I don't have a 'feeling'"
"I don't give a shit.. wait no I give a shit about you, not him, but honestly are you okay?" he spoke placing an arm over my shoulder to which I sighed again resting my head on him
"i...no, but I don't wanna think of it uno, he made me believe he loved me and that he was the one but all I saw was him hitting it off with a stupid bimbo" Tom's grip tightened comforting me "am I that bad?" I asked laughing solemnly
"I mean.. I" Tom began with a sly smile
"fuck off" I laughed shoving the dreaded man
"hey! I'm joking" he rolled his eyes at my childishness
"but I am sexy as fuck, I have piercings, fuck I dye my hair and yet I'm not better than a skanky, badly blonde haired big lipped whore" Tom shook his head stamping out his cigarette to which I followed
"well tonight play like the git isn't there and if anything find a fan pull them up and kiss their god-damn lips" Tom was a bastard for revenge, when his last girlfriend broke up with him (many years ago) he slept with 5 girls and sent her a picture with the caption 'pussy4ever' I looked back to the boy as he began to speak again "or kiss me?" he smiled wriggling his eyebrows
"yeah sure I will Thomas" we both laughed, in fairness we always found ourselves subtly flirting with one another but never really meant it, the little jokes, touchiness, it was all good fun. We walked back inside and watched as Gustav came off stage swirling drum sticks around his fingers and Georg with a grumpy look across his face
"whats wrong with you sunshine?" Tom spoke holding the backstage room door open for me which I whispered a 'thank you' and sat onto the brown, cold, leather sofa
"fucking bass wouldn't link!" he groaned going to the fridge in the corner and pulled out a water "every time we kept trying and in the end it was the wrong line" Georg slammed against the wall and hit his head
"dude calm down its fixed now" Gustav spoke looking at the bassist who was in no need of being told to 'calm down' Tom sat himself next to me and rested an arm around the back of the sofa occasionally tapping my shoulder and laughing every time I looked to see who it was, we all sat in a comfortable silence all In our own worlds- I was worried for tonight, seeing Brian again is making feel like I need to be sick, I just hoped I wouldn't mess up my parts.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
we were all quickly pulled from our heads and turned to the door where Felix our stage director was stood "we need you all, don't bring your stuff" he spoke in a hurry and running back to who knows where, we all sighed internally and stood up. Being closest to the door I held it open for the other 3 but they all waited
"just go-"
"Y/n we have this argument all the time" Gustav pushed me through the door before I could even argue back and they followed out laughing as I shoved the drummer back with a yelp leaving his mouth. We made it to the stage and walked to the middle, the feeling in my stomach got considerably worse as for the first time I realised how big the show was going to be my eyes curled around the room I couldn't even see the end of the building
"what are we doing?" Tom asked coming to stand next to me and resting his arm on my shoulder as for him I was 'perfect arm height'
"well I need to explain lights to you-" we all gave a small look to one another, nobody want to stand and listen to how the lights will be during the set but we also all knew we had no choice "so when you-" I acted like I was listening but I faded away, I stared right threw Felix and I imagined Brian instead, those fucking dark blue eyes, curly brown hair and that emotionless face he pulled when he said 'we're over' it's been 2 weeks since it happened and Tom was right I didn't really show that I was upset in front of anyone or how the moment haunts me, but they don't see what happens behind closed doors...
"Y/n" I herd a whisper into my ear and I looked to the boy beside me, his eyes looked worried "we need a few minuets" Tom's voice cracked through what Felix was saying and before the older man could interject I was pulled away back behind the curtain "you need tissue" he spoke, my forearm still in his hand as he dragged me into the bathroom next to our backstage room
"Tom I'm fine" he shook his head pulling toilet roll off and folding Into a square
"so do please tell me why you're crying?" I sighed, I knew he wouldn't stop till he got an answer or something from me
"strobes make me emotional" I spoke looking to the floor but he wasn't playing around
"look at me" he commanded but my head wouldn't let me, and I just stared to my shoes "please" at that it was like a release button was pressed and my head snapped up, our eyes met straight away but vision became watery "talk to me-"
"what did I do Tom? I tried everything, he had everything he said he wanted, and he's the only fucking one who's ever wanted me for me, not because of you four guys, not because of my work or money, he wanted me!" I sobbed as for the first time I finally told someone how I really felt "I haven't said a thing but to know he'll be here tonight makes me feel like shit- I can't look at him Tom, after everything we did and for him... for him to say its over and the same night fuck a girl kills me every day! I loved him and this is what I got-" I called in an almost scream, I leant against the wall and slid down until I could feel the tile on my legs and I just held my head, crying into my palms
"I know, and I know its going to be hard babe I know" he spoke and I felt his hand stroke my head "and he wont be the only one to ever want you, so many people will, I promise, you can find someone so much better- fuck sake you're Y/n Y/l/n!. and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead" I nodded finally lifting my head and looking towards the boy who just opened his arms for me while crouching, quickly I jumped to him which for the first time in a while- I felt at peace
"yeah..yeah we will" I breathed hiding my face in his neck
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6:00pm (one hour before the show)
"HELLO!" a voice rung into the room followed by a spiky haired boy who walked through the door "fuck me its dull in here" he laughed coming over to sit on his make-up chair
"where the fuck were you!" Tom called to his twin In a angry tone
"meetings and voice stuff" the other brother came back with
"you said you'd be back by 12!" Tom shouted
"I got caught up alright get over it I'm here!" Bill rolled his eyes and slipped of his shirt and began changing for the show, I decided it'll be best if I did the same, the other 3 were ready anyways
"I'll be back" I spoke getting up and going to my bag pulling my outfit out and walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror, my hair really needed a re-dye, the Y/H/C was really starting to fade, moving on I took off my vest and bra and pulled a lacy black one out and slipped it over me so I didn't have to unclip it, I saw a glimmer of light in the bag and pulled it out seeing a matching thong 'Fucking Clair' I smiled to myself and quickly slipped it on, I did look good I couldn't lie, I posed in the mirror and fixed my hair around my head- I needed a photo "CAN SOMEONE GRAB MY PHONE!" I called waiting to hear a knock as I combed through my hair with my nails
"here- woah" I herd a voice behind me say and I quickly turned seeing Tom looking me up and down with a smirk appearing on his face "who's that for?" he asked leaning against the door frame, his eyes set on my body
"well first of all- how did you get in I locked it, secondly its not for you Kaulitz so don't get you're hopes up" I spoke facing him and his eyes only widened "get out Tom" I laughed seeing him raise his hands in defence
"hey! don't blame me" he smiled placing the phone on the side and walking out and shutting the door which I promptly locked smiling at the idiocy of the boy "dudes she is in a thong!" I herd Tom telling the rest to which they all 'ooo'ed at
"CREEPS" I shouted hearing an up roar of laughter, I rolled my eyes and carried on pulling the phone up and snapping a few pictures of myself, then I grabbed the skirt which just about covered anything and a white top which usually matched Tom's as we decided we'd being doing that for the next few shows. I left the bathroom holding my old clothes and phone and saw all their heads spin to the door "god you guys need to get some pussy or something" I grinned seeing them all blush
"do a twirl Y/n" Bill spoke re-directing the conversation and so I did and he clapped when I bowed
"don't do that on stage if you're facing the crowd" Gustav smirked "I just saw your ass and I don't think your mother would be impressed if that happened"
"good call, someone write- don't bend at audience!" Georg spoke settling in his seat, we all sat and could hear the faint chats of the audience that was arriving, I began pacing around the room humming my lyrics to myself over and over
"smoke?" Tom asked to which I passed him out the door and waited for him outside, the cool night air hitting my skin "here- you need to calm the fuck down" I nodded taking the cig out the box
"I just don't wanna mess up" he smiled at me, lighting the end of the tobacco and then his own "what if they boo me or leave?"
"babe they won't" his hand wrapped around my waist and held me gently "everyone loves you out there, I've seen at least 100 people in your shirts, you've got it" I looked up to him and our eyes connected instantly "if anything look to me I'll do something alright?"
"like trip up or was that only for soundcheck?" he fake laughed rolling his eyes again making me smile, the distance seemed to shorten, we do have our moments but those are funny- this felt real...? tension building around us, eyes locked and ash falling by our feet
"you know-" he began
"TOM Y/N COME ON!" Bill crashed threw the door, hair standing on end and dressed in black (new for him) we quickly broke apart and took one last drag from our smokes before kicking them out and walking inside, people crowded us giving us mics, drum sticks, picks, guitars, sprays, you name it we probably had it
"WELCOME.... TOKIO HOTEL" the speakers sounded and the twins swagged onto the stage followed by me and Georg and Gustav last going to his kit
"GOOD EVENING TRIER" Bill called and the crowd erupted "how we all doing?" and the screams made us smile, it was such a familiar feeling but seeing everyone happy helped, Bill looked to me and gestured for me to come over so I brought myself to the front of stage passing Tom who winked to me getting a 'ooo' from the people in the room who saw, the black haired boy placed his arm around my head and the sea of people snapped pictures and screamed my name
"I think I know what the people want" I spoke with a smile, jokingly the boy 'leaned in' and screams of anticipation filled the building "no not that" I called as we pulled away and the boys behind got the cue to start playing schrei and I ran back to my place hearing the cheer only get louder as Bill began to sing- we loved destroying the imaginations of our fans, its thrilling there was always rumours, usually around me and that I am 'fucking them all' but it's defiantly not the case.
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It was time, I saw the boys look towards me and with a breath I joined the lead singer up front, being a backing singer I wasn't needed much but I was showing something tonight "so you all see my gorgeous girl Y/n here?" Bill spoke pulling me to the front of the stage, hands spiked up everywhere scratching to touch just a thread of our clothing "she has some news!" with a toothy smile Bill past me his mic and backed away back to the group behind- I wasn't used to being centre stage but it was crazy, I could see everything (ish) smiles and tear stained faces
"so you all know we haven't had new music in a few months right?" they all shouted incoherent words "well- you seem like a crowd who'd wanna see some new material!?" I looked back to the boys who were all dopily smiling at me as the people infront blew up in shouts "okay okay so, I wrote this song when I was at not an amazing time in my life.. I felt like giving up but instead, with the help of these, I wrote my feeling into a song, usually this would be preformed by our lovely Bill but.. just got tonight, I'll be singing" I hyped and the band got into places to start playing don't jump
I began singing the words and walking around the tip of the stage holding the hands of as many as I could 'On top of the roof The air is so cold and so calm I say your name in silence' until my eyes landed on him- the words seemed to be pulled from my mouth, everything went silent and he knew what he'd done to me... the song was partially made because of what he did before we broke up, my mind switched as I herd the strum of Tom's guitar- remembering his words 'and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead' with a breath I carried on stomping my way back up stage to the rest of the band Bill was off the other side by Georg and I went to my place by Tom, a smile smothered his face as I stood facing him 'hi' he mouthed, I let my free hand reach for his face and held his jaw getting a roar from the fans, Tom placed a kiss to my palm and I soon let go trying to hide a very big blush from swamping my face and our next move came to play- we both turned back to back as his strummed his guitar, I leant against him spilling my lyrics until the beat jumped again 'I scream into the night for you Don't make it true Don't jump The lights will not guide you through They're deceiving you Don't jump' I walked back to mid stage being followed by Georg first who smiled at me and banged his head, then by Tom who only smirked sending me a wink. I got to the edge of the stage and hands reached to me and I tried to hold them all 'And if all that can't hold you back I'll jump for you' the song ended and the building blew up, cheers, screams, claps it was a rush, I blew kisses to them all, my mind forgot about what I was thinking before. Bill and Gustav joined us at the front and we all did a joint bow getting a laugh from us all, the others let go but Toms arm still stayed around my shoulder pulling me close
"see told you they'd love it" he whispered I smiled looking to him, he was sweaty and panting slightly as when he concentrates to much he forgets to breath, his arm pulled me even closer and he planted a kiss to my forehead before the lights turned off- our queue to get off stage the 5 of us were ushered off and as I stepped over to be in the backstage area someones arms scooped me into a hug though I couldn't see because the whole place was pitch black "Ugh you did so well" it was Tom's voice, calming me instantly "they loved the song!" he spoke settling me down but still had me close "told you they would" I looked back to the sweaty guitar player and he pulled my head to his as he pressed a kiss to my forehead again
"get room!" Gustav poked erring a laugh from he rest "nobody wants to see a softy Kaulitz!"
"eh what do ya mean- he aint soft" Tom quipped eyeing his friend up
"gross" Gustav laughed walking his way back to our room, me and the other boy followed and walked in to see Bill lay on the sofa with his makeup nearly rolling down his face due to being so hot
"Y/n I can't get over the audience" the black haired man spoke "god... that was one of my fave ever shows"
"I can't get over it" i went to my bag and pulled my cigarettes out and the boys all seemed to perk up again "coming?" I joked seeing them all get up as we went to the outside, it was dark with only the security lights illuminating the floor, I handed them all a ciggy and pulled my lighter out and burning the end "I saw Brian, he was just kinda stood there" they hummed "I'm over it- he can fuck who ever he fucking wants because none will ever be as good as me" I groaned feeling the hot smoke going out my mouth
"I saw him and he just looked sad, he misses you, I can tell" Bill spoke getting a shove from Gustav "what? I doesn't matter. All I was saying is that he looked sad probably because Y/n/n was happy unlike when he last saw her" I laughed, we stood in a silence finishing our cigs, stepping them out and walked into a runner calling all our names
"BILL!...GEORG!?" he looked out off breath "Finally- we need you all, meet n' greet" we all had the realisation and practically sprinted to our room and began to spray any aftershave or perfume we could find as after running round and singing you sweat, meaning we don't smell the best, me and Bill fixed our eyes and hair and then we all walked out like we hadn't just shit ourselves and made our way to the front of the building to see a line of (mostly) fan girls crying out
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"thank you so much I loved the show and the new song! holy shit it was amazing" a girl named Bethany spoke hugging us all one last time, we were told not many more people so we fixed ourselves up and waiting for the next person
"I love the flowers" I spoke looking at the roses a girl called Alicia brought me "is their anyone else-" as I spoke the door opened with Erik (our runner) holding it for the next fan, we all looked up and saw a brunette boy.... blue eyes "what the fuck do you think you're doing?... seriously!" Brians eyes were red and face tear stained, I felt myself tense up at the sight, all the boys stood scarily still
"I want to talk to you babe" his voice shook, those eyes staring into mine, its like he didn't realise he was in a room of people who really did not like him "please its me... baby please"
"don't call her baby" Tom grumbled " she doesn't have to do shit for you" I looked toward the boy, his hands in a ball already he moved quickly, towering over Brian
"Tom" Bill warned but no remorse went to his twin, we all watched as Tom stared down at Brian saying words to fast to even work out, Brain looked like he was about to break down nodding his head
"and I'm not fucking lying- you ever touch her, talk to her, anything... I wont fucking stop until you can't move and my hands are red- understand?" I looked toward the others, I wasn't scared for Brian but more worried that something would happen, Georg got the memo and walked to the guitarist placing a hand on his shoulder, I saw Tom relax and walk back to us leaving my ex standing with shock on his face, he looked back to me
"please" he pleaded 'shit' is all I thought as I saw Tom's face drop, his knuckles white he stormed back to Brian "...dude-" he squealed before the guitarist had him up the door slamming him back and forth, I watched as my ex's face became red trying to shove Tom back but him being a lot shorter- he had no chance, perfect "GET THE FUCK OFF ME DICK!" he shouted and Bill grabbed his brothers shoulder and pulled him off
"leave I-" the singer couldn't finish as a fist flew into his shoulder "WHAT THE FUCK" Bil'ls hand collided with Brians face sending him back quickly followed by Tom punching down at the boy, nobody touches the other twin without the other one getting involved. The fight continued until a scream cut the room, blood was on Toms arm and he stepped back, Gustav was keeping me back by our picture wall and Georg stood next to him and seized looking over
"damn-" Gustav hummed, I looked over to see Brian holding his nose and Tom proudly standing above
"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-" his words stung "this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!" my heart ached "fuck" he grumbled standing against the door, I looked to his eyes- black and blue. He took a step forward, stumbling slightly but he quickly found his feet again and came at me "YOU DID THIS!" I turned back waiting for my pain- a punch, a slap, a kick but I never felt it THUD I opened my eyes to see Georg on the floor slamming his fist into the boy again- he was really getting the works tonight
"BA-ST-ARD" he chanted before the door burst open to two runners with astonished faces who quickly grabbed their walkie-talkies and spoke some words I couldn't work out, within seconds security rammed in pulling Georg off of Brian who looked even worse and we were all taken back out "fucking dick what did he think he was doing!" and the five of us were pushed out the room
"arsehole" Tom stormed "hope he's in fucking pain for ages-"
"I can't believe he tried to punch me, ME!" Bill shook his head going through to our room I walked with Gustav giving him a 'look' to which he only nodded at "he's a dick" the boys all sat and I just stared into the mirror- those 5 minuets felt more like hours and I just didn't have any words
"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-"
"this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!"
"YOU DID THIS!"
those sentences flying around my head, I couldn't pull myself away from it, I just looked at myself, I just felt- wrong
"what the hell! why did I just have to see security drag a bloody nosed kid out that room!" Our stage manger burst in "you lot are a world famous band we don't need stunts like that being pulled! 16 people have had to miss a meet n greet because of it!" he shouted but I couldn't hear him really- I wasn't there "Y/n!" he shouted snapping me back
"I'm sorry" I spoke turning to face him
"it's not her fault" Gustav spoke "he was fucking deranged" I laughed slightly looking back at him with a smile
"I don't care! its not a funny matter, its disappointing" we all nodded as he walked out, I turned to the boys and looked to the twins, Tom had blood over him still and Bill just looked pissed off
"I think I'm going to go to the hotel..." I spoke grabbing my bag off the side and hanging it over my shoulder and pulling my skirt lower to feel more covered "bye-"
"wait-" someone spoke "I'll come lemme clean myself up first- five mins" it was Tom, I nodded and settled myself onto my make up chair watching him run to the bathroom
"we're not annoyed at you Y/n, its not your fault" Georg spoke coming over stroking my shoulder "he's a prick"
"I know- I just feel bad, you all basically got hurt because of him and the whole thing was so pathetic I doesn't even seem real like.."
"yeah I get it- its fine, just sleep it off alright" I agreed and watched through the mirror Tom come back in
"ready?"
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Country Boy
Phillip Graves x f!reader
PART ONE!
Summary : it’s been 10 years since you packed up and left your small town for greener pastures, but after recklessly deciding to come back after so long you’re reunited with the former love of your life - Phillip Graves
Word count : 3.4k
A/N : as metroman would say, ‘my death was highly exaggerated’. Sorry for taking so long to put something out but hope that everyone enjoys! Yearning part 3 is also in the works <3
“One day, when we’re out of here - just you and me - I’m gonna ask you out real nice, darlin’.”
It’s August, 1994, nearing the end of high school. It’s a humid Friday evening and the both of you are sitting on the edge of the dock that only the town fisherman knows about. But he’s not here tonight.
You chuckle at him, “Thought you said you’d never consider leaving, Phil.”
He’s got that dorky grin plastered on his face, his dimples visible.
“If it were with you, I’d leave in a heartbeat.”
“I knew you’d say that!” You hit his shoulder playfully and he can only laugh.
It’s your usual thing; sitting together on the docks after school until late as possible. As late as it can get before your papa considers reaching for his rifle to find the troublemaker keeping his daughter out till ‘God knows when’ as he said. So you cherish these childish yet heartfelt moments, even if you’re both 17 and have big lives far ahead of you.
“What? It’s the truth, hon.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around you.
“I wouldn’t have guessed otherwise. I’m not the kind of girl you lie to, Phillip Graves.”
“So does that mean you would?”
“I would what exactly?” You cock an eyebrow at him, expecting a dirty joke of some sort.
“You know.. go out with me. Real fancy, too. I’ll dress up and everything, just for you.” He adds, his hand now reaching for your face.
Your breath hitches at the way his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. You stole your mother’s lipstick for moments like these. Leaving that little red stained mark on him.
He withdraws his thumb slowly, squinting in the dark. You could see the way his smile grew as he examined the smudged rouge on his fingertip.
“That’s pretty, darlin’. That for me?”
What comes out of your mouth is a whisper and you couldn’t explain why; maybe it was the glint in his eyes as he said it, the way his lips were parted slightly as he looked back up at you from his hand.
“Yes.. Yes.” You swallow thickly, your gaze fixated on him and what he could do next.
“Really? Well, I think that answers my other question then.” He’s beginning to get up now and your eyes widen as you frantically get on your feet to follow him.
“What does that mean?”
He stops in his tracks, turning to face you again. He’s still smiling but his arm is now concealed behind his back.
“It means that I know it’s the right time to give you this.”
It’s a small box.
You approach him slowly, your bare feet not making a sound on the wooden boards of the dock. Once you’re finally inches away from him, he flicks it open.
A ring. A beautiful ring is now before your eyes; a small, golden ring with a big, shining gem in the centre.
You could cry, and you almost do as you let out a choked sob but Phillip quickly wraps his arms around you.
“Don’t- don’t cry, sugar.. unless they’re happy tears, I hope.” He murmurs into your ear, hand caressing your back gently.
“They’re happy. They’re so… so happy, I swear.” You catch yourself between your gasps for air.
He waits a moment, taking the time to memorise the way your bodies align. How perfectly they fit into each other. But when he pulls away, a hand comes up again to wipe your tears.
“I just thought… even if- you know, you go to do the amazing things that you’re meant to and I end up staying here or there… That I’ll always be with you. Just a little part of me you can carry around forever. Now, why don’t you try it on and see if I got the measurements right, okay?” He prompts carefully, allowing you to hold out a shaky hand as he slots it into your finger.
“It fits like a glove, Phil. I can’t believe you did this..”, you take a deep breath, trying not to cry.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the only girl I’ve ever want to cherish like this.” As he brings his finger away from your cheek, he leans in.
You share a kiss that you could’ve never imagined happening with any boy in that wretched town.
Except, Phillip Graves was the only thing that made staying there worth it.
-
You must have been daydreaming again, playing with the ring still on your finger after all these years.
You run a completely different ship now; miles away in the city, married and thriving.
You would’ve never believed your future turned out like this. Not without Phillip.
A business all to yourself and your husband, and hopefully for your future kids too. A display of pride and joy that you’ve managed to work for and build with your own hands.
You attempt to direct your focus to the ring that your husband gave you instead. It’s silver and covered in small little gems, always sparkling in some way. A way to represent how your husband’s love seems to be only visible in objects. How they won’t stop pestering you at this rate.
Five years have gone by since this much flashier ring was presented to you on your summer vacation.
And now you’re here - surrounded by bustling trains, people and business that you can’t seem to escape.
The rush of the city never seems to alleviate, even if you’re a day away from your vacation that you’ve been planning for weeks now.
No husband. No business or constant phone calls. Just you and the countryside.
Obviously, you weren’t entirely sure on the idea of going back there. Not after that charming rascal Phillip Graves.
But your ma and pa kept calling which made you realise you just needed a break from the city. You needed the hot, dry days and cool, breezy evenings back at the family house. When your pa used to come back after work almost covered in sweat and you’d still run up to him and hug him like he’d just come back from war. The fresh pies you’d try to eat even when they were too hot and you still kept the piece in your mouth because you were so hungry. Those foolish nights when Phillip would knock on your window after hours and you’d sneak out to the wildest places imaginable - it was all such a daydream that you never would’ve wanted to leave.
But, this is where you are now.
You place your coffee cup down a little suddenly onto your desk, raking a hand through your hair.
“Louis? Louis, honey?” You get up and charge out of your office, looking both ways down the hall.
“Louis?” You repeat, calling out to him.
“Yes, baby?” He’s walking towards you at a leisurely pace, phone pressed up against his ear as he lowers his voice to talk to you.
“Do you uhm.. need me here right now?” You bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for an answer - a finger held up to your face.
Wait.
Your whole face seems to scrunch at the sight of it, frowning as he laughs and smiles at his phone.
“Right- yeah, I’ll call you back. No, it won’t be long.” He ends the call, putting his brick phone into his suit pocket.
“What’s up?”
“I said, do you need me to be here?”
“Well, it’s nice to have you around. Always helpful to have a spare hand.”
“Yeah, I understand. But-“
“Is it about your trip? You’re not going?”
You sigh.
“No, I am going still. I just want to get ready now since it’s going to be a long drive and I don’t want to waste time tomorrow.”
“If you say so. But what if I need you here right now? You’re going to be too busy packing for the hillbilly hellhole.”
Okay, your marriage isn’t the most functional. Or romantic.
Louis isn’t horrible - just a little less emotional than you would’ve hoped. Maybe even a little manipulative. But who’s psychoanalysing that, because it’s definitely not you.
It’s very obvious that you’re the only one that notices this behaviour.
You try not to dwell and take another deep breath.
“Well, my parents live in that ‘hillbilly hellhole’ and I’d like to pack all my extra things so I will be going now.”
“Alright, if you say so.” He waves a hand carelessly at you. Dismissing you.
You don’t say anything back, you can only bite your tongue and grip your suitcase handle like it’s about to fall off.
It was never this bad at the beginning, but that’s what they always say, isn’t it?
Recently, he’s just been so out of touch with you and your love life but you don’t even want to know why. It could probably break you, or worse.
So now, here you are, packing frantically for that ‘hillbilly hellhole’ that you call home. You don’t even know why you’re so excited, the items seem to fly into your suitcase as you run around the house to grab anything else you might need. Even if the majority of it is still in your old room, waiting for you expectantly.
That morning felt like the beginning of something big.
Getting up at the crack of dawn, brushing your teeth and getting ready for a holiday that you’ll never forget.
Jumping into that car felt like a breath of fresh air as you rolled down your window hastily, not bothering to bid goodbye since you’re too busy hitting the road.
It’s a nice feeling; being able to have your music turned up as loud as you like as you get to look out for all the wonderful sights to see on the journey. It’s a sense of accomplishment, that’s what you declare to yourself as you rifle through your CD album to choose the next one to play.
It’s even a shock when you find some hidden CDs you burnt when you were younger, the sound of nostalgia bringing back memories of your childhood.
The hum of the dingy, flickering bulbs in the gas station seem to be the only thing you can focus on as you slowly prowl the aisles, waiting for something to catch your eye. Colourful, fluorescent wrappers seem to jump out of their display and into your hands as you collect many sugary delights that would make your husband cock a brow at you. But he’s not here, so you pay no mind as you take them to the register and pour them all in the passenger seat before you get back on the road once more.
The roads seem to blend into each other as you continuously drive for what seems like days, when in reality is only a couple of hours. It’s much more tense when you consider what awaits you back home.
It’s been at least 10 years since you’ve left, and you never looked back.
Sure, family would come to visit the city and you’d enjoy that; it was easier being able to forget about what was left behind. Yet it still doesn’t seem completely buried, as if it’s dormant and waiting for you to release it once more.
It wasn’t long until you’d arrive soon. You were beginning to recognise the trails and overgrown trees arching over each other as you drove through what felt like a leafy tunnel, snippets of sunlight peeking through.
The breeze cleansed your skin, airing out the car along with the gentle way it soothed your skin as you drove at a leisurely pace.
As much as you were content right now, you knew it may not last for long once revisiting everything that was abandoned years ago. It’s definitely not ruining the atmosphere nor making you now more nervous than ever.
You’ve made it.
You almost want to stop your car in front of the town’s welcome sign, but decide against it and instead drive even slower to encapsulate the same old views that you used to.
As you look around, nothing has changed.
It’s still the same old town, with only minor adjustments to keep up with the times. It’s as if someone’s polished it ever so slightly, while keeping the same ‘look’.
You could turn back. Nobody has seen you yet, it could be your chance-
No. You’re here now, there’s just no point in cowering away.
Pulling up to the familiar drive of your family home, the fresh scent of washed linen and lavenders waft in the air. Your mother has clipped the washing up in the front yard, just like you remember, and your father has clearly been tending to the garden like he’d promised you.
Ten years ago.
It’s beginning to form a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea from the start.
Just and you’re about to turn to your car, a voice suddenly shrieks.
“Honey!? Is that you?” Your mother’s hands tremble, the basket of sheets toppling to the floor as she brings a hand to her face.
You didn’t realise she would’ve had this sort of reaction, but you didn’t want to question it at all.
“Mom, don’t cry!” You walk over to her, wrapping an arm around her reassuringly.
“I’m- I’m not, baby..” she inhales shakily, “Oh, maybe I am. Look at me.. crying like this..” she murmurs, wiping her eyes gently.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You whisper.
“It’s okay, dear. Just wait until your father hears.”
Your father was absolutely enthralled seeing you, almost as emotional as your mother as he hugs you firmly.
It’s been too long. Why did you leave them behind like this? That’s the main question running through your head, even if you had the rightful reasons to leave you couldn’t help but still feel guilty for what you did.
After a heartfelt moment of hugging and exchanging ‘I missed you’s’, you finally get to come inside the house.
It’s barely changed, still your dreamy childhood home. The floorboards still creak in the exact spots they used to, reminding you of the way you practically jumped over them when it came to sneaking out at night.
The furniture stayed quite similar, even the new items still referencing to the old ones that used to be there. It felt as if you’d walked into a time capsule.
“Oh, honey, it’s so good to have you back. Maybe we should arrange a small get together. Just to celebrate.” Your mother chimes, smiling as she follows you, still entranced by the same childlike wonder that seemed to come back after all these years.
“We kept your room just the same.” Your father adds, smiling at your excited grin and haste to run up the stairs to what used to be your room.
You almost shriek at the sight of it when you push open the door hurriedly.
It’s just the way you’d left it. Feminine, soft pinks decorate the room as your antique vanity catches the corner of your eye.
“Wow. Wow. Wow- it’s just- so..”, you sniffle and take a deep breath. You can’t cry again, it’ll wear you out at this rate.
You practically topple onto your bed. Relishing in the threatening squeak of the mattress as you sink into your duvet. It’s the same duvet, but smells fresh.
Knowing your parents, they probably washed it while you were away in hopes that you’d come back.
Your mother stands by the doorway, watching with a warm smile as nostalgia floods both of your senses.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll invite all the neighbours, even that Phillip boy-“
You whip your head around, eyes wide.
“Is- is that necessary, ma?”
“Why? Did something happen?” She frowns.
Your father calls from down the hallway, “Do I need to get my rifle back out?”
“No… it’s okay, pa.” You get up and walk over to your mother, who takes your hands in hers with concern.
“What is it then? I don’t have to invite him if you want.”
You shake your head slowly.
“It’s okay.”
“You sure?”
You nod.
-
The next day had began to eat at you with anxiety before it even began.
You woke up earlier than you were supposed to, waiting under the covers as you listened for any movement of some sort.
Clear.
You get up, open the curtains to meet a dreary ray of sunlight slowly enveloping your whole body as you push them open further. It’s warm, almost welcoming as you smile to yourself.
However, beneath all of this was a growing fear now seeping into you.
It had been years since you’d heard the name ‘Phillip Graves’ and you were hoping you wouldn’t have had to hear it again. But it was clearly inevitable.
You splash a little water onto your face and wrap one of your dainty silk robes around yourself, it’s too early to properly get ready for the day.
This prompts you to sneak downstairs, tiptoeing slowly as if you were in a mine field. You didn’t want to disrupt your parents right now.
It’s almost instinct when you turn towards the front door and unlock it, breathing in the fresh summer breeze. Your shoulders relax and somehow you feel at ease.
Now on the porch, you ease yourself into the familiar swinging bench that used to be your favourite spot as a teen. You vividly remember waiting in this seat when Phillip promised to pick you up for a date in his daddy’s worn out truck.
Memories.
You lean back, wistfully closing your eyes as you sink into the cushions and let the memories take over your mind.
That’s why you’re almost sure you’re hallucinating when an oddly familiar revving of an engine blares in your ears as this clearly imaginary car halts to a stop.
You snap up, blinking drearily as you immediately look in the direction of the noise.
“Sugar, what are you doing here?”
No way.
You don’t move, you can’t move.
It’s Phillip Graves, the former love of your life.
He’s hopping out of his truck, staring in disbelief as he saunters towards you. He’s chuckling, placing his hat firmly on his head as he steps cautiously onto your porch.
“Am I dreaming? Or is your dad reloading his shotgun at this very moment?” He smiles, now seemingly unfazed after a few seconds of processing the sight before him.
You, on the other hand, are not responding very well to this. You wrap your robe over your chest in sheer embarrassment while still looking up at him, slack jawed, from your seat.
It finally takes a second for you to shake your head and say something. It comes out a little quiet, shaky even.
“They’re… uhm- they’re sleeping. Right now.” You respond, swallowing thickly and watching his every move like a hawk.
“Hm.” He nods, pursing his lips.
“It’s just you and me then, huh?” Phillip leans against one of the wooden beams of the porch railing, eyes scanning up and down your body.
“Yes.” You whisper, tempted to get up and strangle the cocky smirk that spread across his lips.
“It’s been awhile, didn’t think you’d show up again.”
“No.. no- well, yes it has- but- but I mean no I didn’t really think so either… not so soon..”
“How come?” His responses are snappy, he doesn’t look at you anymore as his eyes dart over to the front door.
“Uhm, I was just going to visit when I got married but.. changed my mind.” A weak chuckle escaped your lips, which you mentally berate yourself for.
“Well, sugar, this has been nice. Tell your daddy that those parts for the fencing have arrived for me, okay?” He questions, cocking a brow at you.
You nod once more, still so shaken.
“I need words, honey.”
“Yes..”
“Good. I’ll see you later. At your little ‘get together’.”
And with that final farewell, he’s turned away and seems to already be starting up his truck when you’ve blinked.
You would’ve thought he’d changed, maybe even softened after your last night together. But it’s shocking how he managed to sober up a few seconds after seeing you.
You can only watch limply as his truck fades away in the distance.
Was he hiding something?
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Bakugou Katsuki’s daily shenanigans!
(Bakugou x reader)
Master List
(Sorry, I ran out of link options on main 😂)
For the main Master List with more stories and ships, click here!
Genre: Comedy, Slice of Life, Enemies to lovers, Eventual Romance
Summary: When Katsuki’s old assistant goes on a parental leave he’s already heartbroken but it only gets worse when he sees who the new one is. You are a fucking menace and he would rather die than to work with you.
Long story short, Katsuki falls in love with the “most annoying person the world has ever seen.”
Estimated chapters: 16 chapters (18 parts) for Season One, 17 chapters + 2 bonus chapters (20 parts) for Season 2!
Other background relationships: Midoriya Izuku x Shouto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki x Kyouka Jirou
Warnings (S1): Swear words, drinking, a bit of angst at the end, suggestive (only the last chapter, really)
This story is completed!
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Season One!
Part 1: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the leaving secretary
Part 2: Meet the Menace!
Part 3: Bakugou Katsuki and the dancing pigeons
Part 4: "Dynadick" and the case of the heartbroken Chargebolt
Part 5/1: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the unconscious secretary (double chapter)
Part 5/2: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the unconscious secretary part 2
Part 6: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission (feat.Deku&Todoroki)
Part 7: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a missing secretary
Part 8: The Menace and the case of the pajama party in the alternative universe.
Part 9: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Number One
Part 10: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Future Teller
Part 11: This wedding sucks.
Part 12: Steven!!! 🐦
Part 13: Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a furious mother.
Part 14 (1/2): Fake it till you make it!
Part 14 (2/2): A date?!
Part 15: Last Resort.
Part 16: Be my fucking girlfriend,
Menace! (The End)
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Season Two!
Genre: Romantic comedy, established relationship, fluff
Warnings: Swear words, suggestive, one and a half chapters worth of smut (skippable), NSFW
Chapter 1: Relationship 101 with Bakugou Katsuki.
Chapter 2: Meet my Menace, you old hag!
Chapter 3: "Pillow Talk".
Chapter 4: It's okay to say no. (18+, skippable)
Chapter 5: The Aftermath
Chapter 6: Bakugou is bad at feelings.
Chapter 7: Let me take care of you.
Chapter 8: Is this the famous honeymoon phase?!
Chapter 9: A bubbly experience O (16+)
Chapter 10: Auntie Ink's chili-chocolate muffins
Chapter 11: Katsuki has shitty feelings (again.)
Chapter 12: Shopping date
Chapter 13: You are my Number One
Chapter 14 (1/2): The Big Day
Chapter 14 (2/2): Show me how much you love me
(18+)
Chapter 15: The First Fight
Chapter 16: FIGHT!
Chapter 17 (The End): Forever and After.
Bonus chapter 1/2: A trip to another universe!
Bonus chapter 2/2: Drum contest!
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Vampire Eddie, Steddie Fic Rec List!!!
Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 🦇
soundtrack of our summer (side a)
hawkeyedkoi
For over six months, after Hawkins and the Upside Down merge, Steve Harrington is plagued by nightmares. Vines choking him, Eddie dying, and a host of other nighttime horrors. It all changes one night in October 1986 when, instead of the Creel House or the trailer park, Steve dreams about a warm spring day at Skull Rock featuring one very familiar metalhead.
Sure, his subconscious' version of Eddie Munson makes some weird comments about being alive in the Upside Down sometimes, but that's just his brain's way of coping with Eddie's death ... Right?
Words : 100,042 Chapters : 11/11 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
Obey
Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone)
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t stop the fact that Eddie–,” Steve threw a hand out, gesturing to Eddie and ignoring the indignant look on Eddie’s face, “--wants to eat me,” Steve’s hand was back at himself, gesturing to his throat with dramatic emphasis.
“Just a little bit,” Eddie found himself saying while making a pinching motion, if only because part of him particularly enjoyed getting a rise out of Steve if given the opportunity.
Words : 65,042 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences
AO3 : x
Feral
TheDeathsWish
Eddie has turned a bit… feral after coming back to life. It’s understandable, what with the whole being a vampire thing.
What Steve doesn’t expect is the gifts he keeps finding everywhere.
Words : 10,970 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature
AO3 : x
Hunger
Ash_Fountain
When a traumatic truth is revealed at a metal concert in Chicago, Steve decides to reveal his own secret to a distraught Eddie sparking a unique relationship.
Words : 33,265 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
You're Divine
OonionChiver
Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily.
It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.
Words : 259,574 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
My Blessing
Undreaming
Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. But as he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks.
Words : 1,928 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences
AO3 : x
Devour
girafe13
Steve can’t look away. The sounds and voices from the church echo from a distance as the stranger leans in, propping his arm on the doorframe. Steve feels sweat gather on his brow. It’s only after he takes a step towards the stranger that he realizes he’s done so. Steve feels at the very end of a cliff, ready to fall willingly, anything to get closer to the ledge.
“Deputy ,” says the stranger, trailing off, pointing at his chest, not quite touching - oh, Steve wants him to, wants it like he needs air in his lungs - where his badge hangs. "Impressive."
Words : 36,899 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature
AO3 : x
A Secret In Your Throat
VampireEddie
Eddie returns - only it's not quite Eddie. Created by Vecna, a new being has taken over Eddie's mind - and he has his sights set on Steve Harrington. But what begins as a kidnapping may start to shift as Kas spends more time around Steve, and as Eddie tries to take back control of his body.
Words : 44,540 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature
AO3 : x
I didn't know that I was starving 'till I tasted you
Lihhelsing, tinkerbclla
Steve Harrington didn't really need much to be happy. He was finally signing divorce papers, ready to be free of his ex-wife. He liked his job at the coffee shop, especially because he got to do it beside his best friend in the whole world. And it didn't hurt that Steve's favorite customer, a guy with dark messy curls and a smile to die for, kept coming back to order his usual.
The only weird thing was that Eddie didn't seem to be drinking his coffee because his cup was always full at the end of the night. So Steve made his mission to find a drink Eddie would like, he just didn't imagine it would be something a little... Different.
Words : 16,063 Chapters : 1/1 Rating. : Explicit
AO3 : x
neighborhood gods
paxlux
It’s a legend. It’s a different kind of fairy tale, who wants to hear it. How one boy became wolf because of his stupid heart and the other became vampire because of his storybook courage. Keep an eye on the woods, there’s something out there.
Words : 13,335 Chapters. : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences
AO3 : x
How I’d Kill (to See You Again)
morningberries
“Are you going to kill me?” Steve’s voice was small, the question choking out of him without permission.
Did he even want to know the answer? It was probably as obvious as it seemed, as Eddie rose an eyebrow at him.
“Kill you? Oh, Stevie, I would never.” Eddie dropped to one knee by Steve’s side. His head leaned down, so close to Steve’s ear that he could feel his hot breath ticking against his hair. “I like my meals hot.”
Words : 66,826 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire!
inairbinad
Eddie immediately pulled something out of his jacket—was that donated blood?—then tore into the bag and sucked its contents down like, well, water.
Then Steve had questions. The first of which being a hearty, “The fuck?”
Eddie drained the bag and let his head fall back to rest on the seat, exposing the column of his neck. Steve swallowed, cursing his brain to pay attention to what the hell was happening instead of being a slut for once. Eddie lolled his head to look at Steve and gave him a gleaming, bloody smile.
“So, funny story,” he paused. If Steve had to guess it must’ve been for dramatic effect. “I think I’m a vampire.”
Words : 33,485 Chapters : 7/7 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
You and Me (In the Center of the Apocalypse)
novacorpsrecruit
“Not g’na make it,” Eddie said, his voice shaking at the reality they were facing. “Not both of us.”
Steve glanced towards the gate. Eddie’s right. They both can’t make it through. Steve wouldn’t have time to even help Eddie through without the lining closing on him.
If Steve was gonna go through, he had to go now.
He couldn’t leave Eddie here to die.
Steve stepped back, dropping the stick.
“D-dingus?” Robin called. Her voice sounding far away. “No — no, Nancy we gotta — we gotta!”
The mucus lining started to bulge with their attempts to break the seal, the lining growing stronger, thicker, like healing skin. It slowly started to scar over, dark like a scab. It turned dark, hard, and solid. Steve couldn’t hear them anymore.
“You dumbass,” Eddie exhaled sharply. “You’re stuck.”
Words : 58,194 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Mature
AO3 : x
Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter
Hbyrde
Steve Harrington is an animator. It’s a job that involves raising the dead; sometimes as a service for mourning relatives looking for closure, often as a tool for the courts to settle disputes.
Steve Harrington is also a licensed vampire hunter.
Two years ago, vampirism became legal in the United States, granting its undead population citizenship. With this new legal status comes a complication for Steve, as he finds himself tasked with helping the very creatures he is accustomed to killing.
Speaking of complications, Steve struggles in more ways than one when he finds himself working closely with none other than Eddie Munson, an undeniably sexy several-hundred-years old master vampire.
Words : 91,810 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Explicit
AO3 : x
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#vampire eddie munson#fic rec#ficrec#very short but also these are my numb 1 faves#my beloveds
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How Nahdakan is written weirdly predatory (Sorta Essay)
TW: Discussion of sexual predators and their behavior this might get rough.
(If I’m missing any content warnings please let me know. Please check if you are ok to hear this before reading. Though knowing signs of predators can be helpful. Will warn you this might ruin his character for you)
You absolutely can Ignore this aspect of him and love him as a villain! Don’t be guilty, It’s fiction you’re allowed to do that! (Please don’t attack anyone who likes him)
However If you’re like me this may explain some of your repressed Skybound feelings.
Nadakhan always unsettled me, even back when I was 12 and watched it for the first time. I loved Skybound then, even though the wishes didn’t make sense and the misogyny pissed me off (still dose). But I’ve rewatched it quite a bit, and as an adult know exactly why It made me feel like that.
Nahdakan as he is in the show displays many signs of being a sexual predator. (Not just cause Nya). And in my opinion they should have written him differently.
It might sound like a surprising allegation at first but to many adults I know in the fandom, It’s not much of a hot take. But I wanted to compile the evidence in one place so I wouldn’t have to reexplain this.
What’s a Predator?
A sexual predator is a person who seeks out sexual contact with another person in a predatory or abusive manner. People who are sexual predators may or may not have committed sex crimes but all sexual predators have sought out inappropriate contact.
Those who exploit others in a sexual manner they see sex as a form of dominance and control.
Vile enough to make someone wish it all away.
Now I’m not saying Nadakhan definitely did something or he’s for sure a predator. But I am saying for some reason he displays common traits of these kinds of people.
Seeks Out Vulnerable Individuals:
Profiling suggests sexual predators often target vulnerable individuals who are more likely to be victimized or overcome due to their age, lack of knowledge, or emotional or mental capacity.
This is the very talked about part but Nya is 15-17 Jay and the ninja are vaguely 16-18. Nadakhan is like thousands of years old. Which makes the plot creepy. But other than the fact that he’s messing with teenagers he preys on their emotional vulnerability.
Think of the first scene with him and Jay. He watches from afar Nya was alone too but he saw how hurt Jay was and targeted him.
Same thing later, when he was distressed about being adopted.
Grooming Behavior:
A predator may seek to groom the person by establishing their trust to facilitate abuse, such as spending excessive time with them or singling them out, or giving gifts.
All of Nahdakan’s kindness is a trap, He talks about his wishes like he’s giving them something and helping them. He is with the ninja as soon as and as long as they’re alone.
Speaking about himself in terms of what he can gift others. Obviously leaving out the wishes consequences.
Evasion and Secrecy:
On the topic of singling them out, sexual predators will often hide their actions and keep it private to not revealing their activity.
Nadakhan waits till they are alone to prey on them. Or teleports the ninja away like he did with Kai.
After Nahdakan gives Jay his wishes he doesn’t tell anyone. His guilt and shame from accepting Nadakhan’s offer keeps their secret. (Just so you know if an old man pulls you aside and starts gifting you shit tell someone.)
And Nahdakan doesn’t talk to his crew about his plans for Nya at all, he keeps it to himself.
Manipulative and Controlling:
Sexual predators use their personalities to flatter, course, and control others around them and utilize deception. Predators may insult victim and use gaslighting tactics to make them believe that they are at fault.
This one is very straightforward manipulation is his thing. But here’s a few.
- Manipulates Jay into making his first and second wish
- Manipulates Kai and Zane into his blade
- Expresses very controlling behavior over Jay as his prisoner.
- And grossly controlling of Nya Literally with magic later on.
Sadism
As a quick note Nadakhan messes with Jay a lot and seems delighted by his suffering. From physically, trying to intimidate, jumping out to scare him, causing emotional harm to just straight up torture in scrap n tap. And he’s SO pleased by it.
Ignoring Physical Boundaries
Sexual Predators overstep boundaries, this may be seen as a harmless touch on the back, hand, or leg. But it can progress to unwelcome contact and unwanted sexual advances.
THIS is the most obvious and damning evidence I have. He Does NOT respect personal space. The Djinn’s so fucking touchy it makes me nauseous. Here’s some examples but his body language during all his scenes is like this.
“Too slow Junkyard boy”
On top of that he like explicitly doesn’t care about consent.
First, the ending of the episode, where he leans in to kiss Nya. Something she obviously would not agree to EWW what the fuck Ninjago then this.
“If you want come willingly , Nya-
So yeah, the way Nadakhan behaved and was written in the show is not OK.  Watch Skybound with what I said in mind and you’ll see what I mean.
Nadakhan doesn’t actually do anything I hear you.  but this kinda behavior is already too much.
I also wouldn’t be so sure he did nothing, unfortunately, I have some evidence here.  so I’m working on a sorta part two to this post with the captains quarters theory part.
#ninjago#ninjago ninja#ninjago jay#ninjago skybound#ninjago nadakhan#ninjago kai#ninjago nya#ninjago thoughts#ninjago theory#tw predator#cw sa implied#captain’s quarters theory#Oli’s Skybound insanity#Oli Speaks
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HAUNTING ME
a hanamaki takahiro smau <3
❀ - SYPNOSIS
y/n and hanamaki are best friends, or at least, you were in high school. growing up, you always had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend hanamaki takahiro, but after an unfortunate fallout between the two of you, you promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings be toyed like that again. that is, until you run into him years in the future. now, you're both very successful models, stuck in the same PR photo shoot. after being featured on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, fans love the dyanmic between you two and your managers set up a pr relationship. how could you deal with hanamaki takahiro, your cruel ex from high school, now butting into your career? simple answer is, you couldn't.
❀ - WARNINGS
there will be alcohol and some suggestive stuff throughout the fic, but there will be warnings before each chapter for sensitive stuff relating specifically to that chapter. overall the fic deals with toxic relationships as well.
teasers
teaser 1 \ teaser 2
profiles
"people on magazine covers (+ y/n)" & "makimaki's stalkers"
chapters (note: chapter titles are submit to change!)
PART ONE: ghosts of my past 01. y/n's girlies 02. keeping up with maki 03. lights, cameras, action 04. stars shine 05. can't believe it, won't believe it 06. subtly 07. about whispers 08. out of my hands 09. keys to my heart 10. won't say i'm in love
PART TWO: don't leave me like this (not planned yet) 11. pretty when you cry 12. hold my hand 13. forgiveness 14. things i cant ever say 15. hurts like hell 16. nobodys daughter 17. could've, should've, would've 18. 19. 20.
please request, comment, or dm to be added to the taglist !! to be removed, do the same :))
a/n:
so, i'm starting another series, but this time it's with a lesser-liked character! i'm not gonna start it till after i finish "i wanna be yours" but i will drop teasers and what not. i hope this is well received because i know hanamaki is liked as a character but i havent seen anything for him so i really REALLY hope i can show y'all how cool he is. i wanna say a thanks to @idlerin who inspired "i wanna be yours" and "haunting me". hell, this masterlist is heavily based of theirs!! thank you so much for inspiring me, and i know SO SO many others agree <3
#rintarousgirl#fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#sfw#haikyuu#angst#haikyuu smau#hanamaki takahiro x reader#takahiro hanamaki#hanamaki smut#hanamaki x reader#hanamaki takahiro#issei matsukawa#hajime iwaizumi#tooru oikawa#x fem reader
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The Promise
Inside a cabin with a group of people all with a sad expression on their faces, a young man is looking at rain through the window.
?: it's almost as all of Remnant is crying.
Just then a woman came out from another room and walk toward to the young man.
Woman: my grandfather would see now.
The young man walks into the room and saw an old man laying in his bed breathing heavily.
Old man: I'm sorry I forgot what's the name this one again?
?:(smile) it's oswald but you know you can call by my real name.
Old man: good to see again Ozma.
Ozma: it's good to see you to Lewis.
Ozma took a seat next to bed
Ozma: I came as fast as I could as soon as I got your letter.
Lewis: I ain't got much time, what I'm about to ask you would be hard to believe.
Ozma:(giggling) Lewis, I'm an immortal Who Sold possess a new body after dying, I think I will believe what you're about to say.
Lewis: there's a young man(coughing)...his name is Jaune Arc, I request that you accept him into Beacon.
Ozma: I will, this Arc kid must be really special where did you meet him.
Lewis: this is where the hard to believe part comes in, I met him in the Ever After.
Ozma: that's impossible you were 17 when you went to the Ever After and the only other human there beside you and Alyx was(realizing) The Rusted Knight.
Lewis: I didn't realize till after I return to Remnant but I think Jaune came from the future.
Ozma: what make you think that?
Lewis: because I ask him where he learn to fight, he said he use to go to Beacon Academy.
Ozma expression change to shock.
Lewis: when Alyx and I fell Beacon Academy was build but wasn't open yet, so how did he become a huntsman?
Ozma: Unless he came from the future.
Lewis soon started having trouble breathing then grab Ozma hand.
Lewis: ......promise....me...you will accept...Jaune Arc.
Ozma: I promise.
Ozma called out to Lewis family as they came into the room, Lewis breathing less and less.
With his last breath Lewis tell his family that he loves them all and just like that he was gone.
Ozma: I promise Lewis.
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200 years later
Now as Ozpin, He is looking through transcripts for new students then glynda walks in.
Glynda: so have decided who to accept into the school.
Ozpin: almost.
Glynda: almost! Ozpin We got to start sensing Acception letters soon before the year starts.
Ozpin: Calm down Glynda I only got one spot left to fill I just can't decide who to pick.
He looked up and saw glynda was holding and on envelope.
Ozpin: what do got there?
Glynda: This is a late entry I was about to threw it away.
Ozpin: can I see wouldn't hurt to take a look.
Glynda:(handed him him the envelope) can you pick someone already like her, Cinder fall look she'll make a good student........
As Glynda keep talking Ozpin open the envelope and was shock to see the name on the transcript Jaune Arc he couldn't believe it.
Ozpin begin reading it and could tell that this transcript is fake but couldn't help feel a little impressed in how Determine Jaune is to get into Beacon.
Ozpin: I decided he would be will accepted.
Glynda: but he missed the deadline.
Ozpin: true but as headmaster it's my decision.
He handed Glynda the transcript and she leaves.
Ozpin lean back into his chair and took a ship of his coffee, he doesn't know how or when Jaune would end up in the Ever After but All he cares about right now is that he finally fulfilled a promise to a friend.
Ozpin: Welcome to Beacon MR.Arc.
End
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— Whumptober 2023—
hey everyone! this year, i've decided to participate in the 'whumptober' event. the whole inspiration behind my take on this event is based on @topguncortez and her whumptober masterlist. you can check it out here! just a reminder that while i am participating in this event, i have a life outside of tumblr as well.
on that note, here are the rules:
-one topic will be assigned to one character which will take place on one of the 31 days. there will not be more than one character per day.
- a list of prompts can be found below. you may submit a request for a character and a certain prompt. however, if that prompt has already been filled, unfortunately, it will go to the first request. once a prompt has been filled, it will be crossed out.
- here is a list of the character that i write for. please view this before you request as some have been added that I haven’t yet wrote for.
- the masterlist for this event will be kept a secret until later on. i'd like to keep it a surprise which pilot gets which prompt :)
- asks for each day won’t be answered publicly but the day will be crossed out immediately after the ask is received
- days/titles may change depending on what i end up writing at certain times.
- and lastly, i have final say on which prompt goes with which pilot and is posted on which day. please respect this.
— Prompts —
1. Beautiful Sorrow
Flowers | Gravesite | Widowed
2. Famous Last Words
Death I Wounds | Coughing up blood
3. No Mistakes
Parental abuse | perfectionist | alcoholism
4. Fall From Grace
Cheating | Love triangle | Divorce
5. Head Above Water
Drowning | Thalassophobia | Overwhelmed
6. Part Of Me
Miscarriage | "It's all my fault" | Blood
7. Push And Pull
Friends with benefits | Unrequited love | Conflicted
8. Pick Your Family
Disowned | Homophobia | "Why can't you love me?"
9. Pins And Needles
Paralysis | Disability | Arguments
10. Blood In The Water
Death | Ejection | Guilt
11. Darkest Hour
Self harm | “You can't leave me like this" | Ambulance
12. Take It All Back
Arguments | Break-ups | Age gap
13. The Company We Keep
Abandonment | Death | Suicidal thoughts
14. I Remember Everything
Unrequited love | Drinking | "Stay. Just till the sun rises"
15. Cut Me Open
Experimentation | Torture | Surgery
16. The Feeling Of Floating
Drugging | Rape | Fear
17. Heart Of Ice
Hypothermia | Flatline | Confession of feelings
18. Make You Whole
Amputee | "I can't make you whole" | Anxiety
19. Bottom Of The Bottle
Alcoholism | Death | Depression
20. The Art Of Pain
Cutting | Self harm | Blood
21. Sleep When You're Dead
Insomnia | Anxiety | Nightmares
22. Touch Of A Feather
Nerve damage | Hospitals | Outbursts
23. Angel Like You
"I'm everything they said I would be" | Death | Grief
24. Picture Perfect
Mental breakdown | Panic attack | Anxiety
25. Broken
Infertility | Arguments | Break-ups
26. Don’t You Trust Me?
Rape | Fear | Loss of trust
27. Sinking Sun
Cancer | Final goodbye | Death
28. Agony
Parental abuse | Burns | Beating
29. Gambling Man
Betting | Secrets | Arguments
30. Never Had A Chance
Religion | Homophobia | Fear
31. Break Me
Unrequited love | Toxic | Self-doubt
— Thank You! —
#top gun#top gun fanfiction#top gun x female reader#top gun x reader#top gun fluff#top gun maverick#tom iceman kazansky#jake hangman seresin#top gun 1986#jake seresin angst#angst#natasha phoenix trace#Natasha Phoenix trace angst#top gun angst#top gun maverick angst#Maverick angst#Phoenix angst#whumptober#top gun whumptober#iceman x reader#jake seresin#tom kazansky#iceman#tom kazansky x reader#iceman top gun#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake seresin x reader#bradley bradshaw#iceman x female reader#hangman
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NR, E, & M reading since 5/12
Finished
Not Rated:
LQR is old quasi-immortal, WRH is young, by nirejseki
Prompt: AU of Spilled Pearl's where Lan Qiren is the older one by many generations and Wen Rouhan is a young upstart, Maybe even the youngest in his generation.
Jiang Cheng- Dumb Ways to Die, by such_stuff_as_dreams_are_made_on (17 chapters)
Jiang Cheng somehow manages to send his consciousness back in time. However, instead of saving everyone, he keeps on dying.
Explicit:
duo xie, by Inventorofchairs
oops
Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch (109 chapters)
“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”
“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.
“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”
“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.
“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”
“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.
“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”
Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.
Mature:
The Price of a Golden Core, by AshayaTReldai (2nd in a series)
A story in which the consequences of his choices play out in full for Jiang Cheng. Demand a price for Wei Wuxian from the Gusu Lan? This is what happens.
A companion piece to Bride Price.
Written as part of the Wei Wuxian November Mayhem event @pocketfulofrecs, Day 29 SFW: Marriage.
A Brother's Choice, by Admiranda
Once upon a time, there was a genius and his friend, who thought more fondly of each other than friend could cover, although they had yet to admit it to each other. The genius, thinking wistfully on days when they were younger, had been struck by an idea then. After some experimentation he had created a talisman that essentially created a door to another time, where one longing to see a long lost face could go and see that person again, and return back at the end. After all, he was not interested in reliving those long, painful years even if he could change some things for the better. Once had been more than enough.
He offered it to his dear friend first, thinking of a young woman who had inspired and sheltered them both in times of turmoil “Wen Ning, you could see your sister again! You should get the chance first, then you can tell me if it's safe for me and Lan Zhan to use it as well.”
So he had taken the chance, to wander back many many years, to when they were children, and the world was simpler. But he didn't tell Wei Wuxian of all of his plans back in this time.
till death, by darjeelinh
Near death after destroying the Stygian Tiger Seal, Wei Wuxian has one last wish.
He wishes to see Lan Zhan one last time.
The universe grants him this final act of kindness.
In the dead of night, Lan Wangji wakes up with a surprise visitor.
Close call, by 10thNoNamePerson
Wei Wuxian gets hurt during the Sunshot Campaign , and Lan Zhan notices.
somewhere in her smile she knows, by pennydaniels
Yu Ziyuan never expected to be able to wrap up the Wei Wuxian issue so neatly, but of course things always turn out well for girls like that.
Unfinished
Not Rated:
Beiming: To Lament- 33 Reasons to Change the Past, by ravenhg (🔒)
It had been one week since Wei Wuxian’s life ended.
One week since his love, his life, his everything, had been ambushed by remnants of Jin Guangyao and Su She’s followers.
Wei Wuxian really should have known better.
“What will you do, gongzi?” Wen Ning asked quietly.
Wei Wuxian smiled, his eyes burning like coals.
_____________________
Or:
After the death of the most important person in their lives, Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren choose to return to the past to prevent everything. This changes things.
Disclosed Regrets, by HuaisangsIntellect
One typical, ordinary morning, the entirety of the cultivation world awaken in a strange room resembling that of the Burial Mounds. Wei Wuxian, as usual, is the prime suspect for their mysterious appearance. Although...
"Shijie...?"
"A-Xian!" "Wei Ying!" "Wei Wuxian!"
What entity transported them into that strange room, and for what purpose? And someone PLEASE explain to Jiang Wanyin why Wen Ruohan is having the time of his life right now..!!
And most importantly, why are both Wei Wuxian's past AND thoughts being broadcasted to everyone? And why, for the last time, are all of the supposedly-dead people (including the bad guys) alive again?
(Or: The characters of Mo Dao Zu Shi watch Mo Dao Zu Shi)
Explicit:
Only with Time, by adrian_kres (🔒)
Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were arranged to be married as is tradition. Throughout their thirteen-year-long "courtship," things were not always as they seemed. Now, newly married, old secrets have ripped open wounds they thought were closed, and they must work together to rebuild a trust they never had and a love they always did but couldn't see.
The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator), by groignequi
Wei Wuxian makes a wish he didn't intend; Lan Wangji creates a path forward.
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The form flickers, letting curls of smoke form something like a smile, and responds, “What is it you want, patriarch?”
And Wei Wuxian, incautious at the wrong (the right) moment, says “A way to fix all of it.”
He hears the reply: “As you wish.”
He knows he’s made a mistake the second the form disperses, moving too fast and in too many directions to be called back and subdued.
___
Only a few hours later, in Koi Tower, a visiting handmaid finds her madam crying over rumors about her daughter’s marriage.
Mature:
Our Beautiful Homes, by Randomness_is_my_order
I, Jin Guangyao, a senior disciple of the Lanling Jin Clan write to you regarding a matter of grave importance. Kindly pardon the abrupt correspondence but I hope the situation will warrant such measures and the offence incurred will be minimal.
Wei Wuxian’s day had really become so interesting, hadn’t it? The Lianfang-zun writing to him–this lowly practitioner of the heretic path? My, my, his life was always filled with surprises, wasn’t it?
Sometimes, it takes a hundred sacrifices and a dozen heroes to change fate. Other times, it takes a rock and a sentient corpse tripping on it mid-fight to avoid a lifetime of tragedies and send destiny into a tailspin.
In which Wen Ning misses his attack, Jin Zixuan lives and Wei Wuxian builds a sect for all those who don’t have a home. It is only thirteen years later that the cultivation world bothers to acknowledge him and his people, and only when they’re desperate for a favour.
Never let it be said that Wei Wuxian would allow himself to be used.
marital customs, by shijieswife
Cangse, with the growing up on a mountain under the hand of an immortal cultivator who had not descended in several hundred years, often has not a clue, about a single one of the customs down the mountain.
She has very little idea of customs, or respect for them, despite her decades living down from the mountain. And this, unlike other things, is something Changze has no experience in either - the art of dealing with suitors for your first born child’s hand.
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yapping in the discord got me thinking and then i had to write something, so here's some josie/zizi/bucky using the prompt "waiting" from the rewatch list :))
Dear Zizi,
I promised myself I'd never start a letter asking how you are. It's mundane and I know you'd hate it, so I won't.
That aside, I still miss you. I thought now the war is over the need to belong together would lessen and I would begin to feel more ordinary about you, but it turns out that's impossible. You're in my bones as much as if you were part of me, as much as John is. Before the war that might have terrified me. It still does, but I find now that the comfort outweighs the fear.
My arm is fine. The doctors think I'm making good progress. I can see you frowning at me, so please know this is not a lie and yes, I am taking medicine when I need it. John makes sure of that. For someone who hated being Air Exec he's incredibly bossy when the situation calls for it. Something you know as well.
The brass think we'll be returning to the States in the next few weeks. I didn't think I would miss Thorpe Abbotts, but now that the time to leave is almost here, I don't want to go. There are too many memories, too many ghosts. It seems cruel to abandon them an ocean away and pretend as though they never happened. I don't want to forget any of it—I can't.
I miss you. I know I said it before, but I'll say it again because it's still true. I know there are some things I can't understand, just as John and I have our own ghosts to carry. But if you can never speak of them from now till the end of time, I'm here. I won't leave you no matter what. And if it takes a lifetime for you to believe me, please know I will wait that long too.
I've always been waiting for you. It would be foolish to stop now.
Love,
Josie
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Hello angel,
I've never been great at writing letters, but Josie's sending hers today so I wanted to try.
Miss you. Feels like I can't breathe sometimes. Used to be I'd get one of the guys to lay into me, just to get my air back, but I'm trying not to do that these days. You told me I didn't deserve it. I want to believe you, but it's hard to remember that sometimes thinking of how many boys aren't coming home. They deserved better.
Josie's doing okay. Doc Stover recommended her to a good hospital in the States. Says she isn't in much pain, but I'm keeping an eye on her just in case. She's as stubborn as you are.
I want to see you again. Fly home with you and Josie, make up for all the time we lost. Howl at the sky like we did on the wing of that B-17. Maybe get a dog (don't tell Josie, I'm still working my way up to talking about it).
Brass says we're headed back in a few weeks. I'll be waiting for you. We both will.
Yours,
Bucky
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