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theyluvlyss · 2 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 "𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬" 𝐟𝐢𝐜/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞...

no offense, but it's the same five songs (a.k.a. same plots/reader types) over and over again. like guys - WHERE'S THE CREATIVITY ?! THE FANTASY ?! THE IMAGINATION ?!

like hellooo, there's literally vampires, magic/hoodoo, and a million themes both hidden and not-so-hidden to work with. not to say i'm not loving what i'm seeing right now, don't get it twisted - I am, and y'all are good,,, but I just think we can do more and better😌🙏🏽.

hence why, I present...

a list of some wip's I got goin' for the future, along with my takes on why/how I came up with them😻 !!

but before I begin...

fair warning #1 - you're welcome to be inspired, but plz don't steal, i'm putting so much effort into these, my notes app hasn't been closed not once😭🙏🏽.

fair warning #2 - ikik, most of these are remmick, plz don't come for me✋🏽🥲✋🏽. I was trying to get them all out of my head before I forgot them, I love working with vampire characters, and finally, yes ofc I will be conjuring up some more for bo chow, plenty for stack and smoke, and some for sammie :). I am a multifandom account, after all, I be working on helllllaaaa other things and trying not to forget them all, so cut some slack <3.

fair warning #3 - I mentioned this in my last post, but all of my readers are black/black-coded. obnoxiously so. because, and stay mad about it, but this is for the niggas, strictly for the niggas, like I don't give a FUCK, okay? y'all can request whatever y'all want (within reason, because if I see something weird in my inbox, you're blockt), but when it comes down to prompts like these - where they're made up by me, original thoughts, not asked for, this is my blog and I can post what I want type shit - it always gave black!reader, like it's the norm over here, I shouldn't even have to say it lol.

anyways, onto my wip's /ᐠ^˕^マ !!...

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okayokayokay, I know what I said earlier - "iT's tHe sAmE fIvE sOnGs🙉!!" - but listen... I have yet to see a vamp!reader fic where the reader being turned doesn't happen at the end, and it's vague, and doesn't explore that narrative further.

also, it's always intentional, which I get, yk, but I wanna switch it up, give y'all a taste of it being a complete accident and then further delve into the feelings, effects, experience of reader being turned. ofc, with remmick being there for assistance and emotional support in a rather "morbid-amused-lowkey unwanted by the reader, but they don't got much of a choice rn" sorta way lmfao.

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shoutout to the niggas workin' with brail rn, who's personal documents say "legally blind", who's prescription glasses are THICKKK asf...

I see you😌✊🏽.

was that outta pocket?

my fault, anyways...

my thought process behind this was very adhd, so before you attack me, hear me out lol.

vampires are so cool because one of their abilities is having their senses heightened to an almost unnatural degree - I want a reader who has that same ability, but I don't want them to be a vampire, just super skilled with their senses - how would a reader who's not a vampire have heightened senses? idk,,, what type of humans have heightened senses? - ...blind ppl (💀) have heightened senses cuz they can't see, so they have to rely on the other five to get by (because I believe in sixth senses lol)... crazy connetion, but it's true💀 - LOL imagine remmick and reader going sense for sense fr tho.

mr. I-live-for-the-hunt meets ms. i'm-not-the-one.

shit becomes a "don't breathe" remake rq (without the freaky-deaky stuff towards the end, unless y'all are into that, idk💀✋🏽-).

idk, I see a vibe here, it's getting written fs.

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I think it'd just be really funny to write about bo putting up with this silly, dramatic, type of reader. maybe a charlotte "lottie" la bouff type. spoiled but not rotten, definitely a character fr, and he entertains it because he loves it (won't admit it) and reader (admits and shows it).

reader is all pretty and pink and expressive and all her own, and honestly ?? she doesn't really have to go to visit his shop every single day, but she does because this little girl type crush just won't settle (won't admit it, but definitely shows it).

plus, HELLO, black wealth and excellence, idc if it's not fully accurate for the time, it's called fanfiction for a reason. get with it or get lost, let the girlies be drowned in privilege and in bo chow's love, attention, and care😻✨️🩷.

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vampires exist in this world.

you really think i'm not gonna entertain the possibility of other mythical creatures existing as well?

BOOOO LAME‼️

furthermore,,, you really think i'm not bold enough to apply that possibility to some sinners fanfic? did I not JUST talk about creativity??

oh, you not fuckin' with it???

BOOOOO LAAAAMMMEEE TOMATO TOMATO, I'M THROWING TOMATOES‼️🍊‼️🍊‼️.

anyways, I have nothing to explain this/myself more with other than this little sliver of dialogue, for fear of spoiling the fic idea I have in mind/am working on...

. . .

"Oh, honey..." You trailed, barely strangling back a laugh bubbling deep from within your chest, your voice lined with a sense of pity.

Knowingness.

Hardly any question when you asked, "...D'you really think you were the only monster lurkin' through these woods...?"

. . .

THAT'S IT, that's enough, that's all you're getting, teehee🤭🫵🏽.

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i'm a slut for whimsy (and size kinks), what can I say🤷🏽‍♀️?

also, I think I should HEAVILY lean into the "mischievous" aspects of how pixies/fairies are said to be - LOL just some lil' sparkly-winged, elf-eared, three-apples-tall ass creature/reader wreaking havoc on the kkk and others who do wrong, dirty, and evil, reader doing her best to uplift those who don't have her wings, who can't just fly away from the struggles happening all around, reader providing some fun and magic into little boy's and girl's lives, and-

oh, what's this?

reader spotting remmick absolutely devouring some poor soul who crossed his path and, well, they can't help but be interested and curious. maybe even mess with him a little bit.

cue remmick having to put up with reader's mystical magical nonsense, hating every second, but heaven forbid if something happens to the reader😌🥴✋🏽...

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(my picture limit ruined my aesthetic, y'all😔💔)

remmick x jaded!reader

lmfao ik that sounds wild, but lemme cook✋🏽🥴✋🏽...

reader who - doesn't not care - but it takes a lot to actually phase them/gain a physical reaction. and I mean a LOT.

also, like, they're a freak!! god forbid reader sees something they like, like🙀🙄... (throw back another shot after every like).

idk how i'm gonna pull this off, but I just think it'd be amusingly jarring for remmick to come across a reader who has no fears about his ass being a vampire, nor gives any fucks about his threats on turning them. they've seen and been under much worse circumstances...

"ain't no need for that, the last thing I wanna do is be stuck on this earth for another day😒✋🏽..."

"...I...wha-...y-"

"-if you play nice, though, i'll clean ya' up. you gettin' blood all over my laundry and I don't have time to redo the load."

cue unlikely friendship😻?

remmick is the semi-unruly puppy, and reader is the reluctant owner type beat, because you already know he's coming back, no way he's not😹.

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remmick x fiftiesera!reader

i'm feeling nice, so i'll go ahead and leak the title i'm gonna use😌...

. . .

" 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 "

. . .

to sum up what i've got in the oven...

religious themes/god complex/kink(?) - vampire turning ofc😌 - smut (have I mentioned that some of these prompts do include smut?? well, they do lmao) - do you have issues with your parents? reallllyy don't like them?? this fic will potentially heal some of that for you idk lol - the second out of two of my readers who are gonna be a little... naive... but it's fine, most of my readers so far have been pretty, "i'm not with that bullshit" types. we need ✨️balance✨️.

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remmick x heavyflow!reader

I won't lie, I saw a tumblr post on here that fully inspired what I have in mind...

so thanks to them, everybody thank this user lol. all I plan on doing is fleshing out this prompt into a full blown imagine, like deadass.

remmick at your door every time he can smell the start of your cycle...

yes bruh, I used my last pic for a meme, god forbid I put humor over visual pleasure, like🙄✋🏽...

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remmick x 2025era!/modern!reader

no idea what i'm gonna do with this, ngl, I just figured that if i'ma do a reader from the 50's, y'all would start screaming at me to do a modern reader, so🥴💀.

i'll take ideas/requests, tho :D !!

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that's a wrap (for now) !!

again, i'm very aware (and not proud) of the fact it's mostly remmick, but like I said, there's plans for sammie, smoke, stack, and bo, so don't get on my case, I just need time to keep brainstorming before I explode lmfao💀😭.

anyways, stay tuned y'all, because these fics are all currently in the works and I will be honest, the more ppl confirm they're rocking with these prompts and looking forward to them, the more likely/confident i'll be with actually getting them done and done well :).

byeeee, i'll be back in another millenia😻‼️✨️.

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firingstars · 19 days ago

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in this life | ch. 4

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: "There's only one God, doll, and He's gonna bring me back to you." "I don't need God," you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. "I just need you."

warnings: 18+, mdni, nondescript smut in this chapter, mental health talk, bucky is kinda flirting with you he's being 40's bucky in present time rn, reincarnation trope, language, mentions of financial instability, memories are written with italicizes, no use of y/n, angst, yearning, longing, everyone's alive no one is dead because i said so, alternating pov's

word count: 5.1k

a/n: i told myself that i wouldn't play elden ring until i released this chapter so now i will be playing elden ring until further notice. i also am going to see materialists tomorrow so if chris evans awakens something inside me be prepared for a steve rogers oneshot fic over the weekend

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Bucky knew better than to look for you. Well, he knew where to look for you. He knew everywhere that you would be, actually. He knew your school schedule, your work schedule, he knew what stores you frequented, and the roads that you took when you commuted from home to school, school to work, and work to home.

Sam called him a stalker.

Bucky defended himself and said it was part of the intelligence background check that he had done on you.

Though, he knew deep down, it was wrong of him to have even done that. It was originally just to see who was running the blog. But after seeing you, finding out who you were, Bucky couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know every detail about your life to see if there were any differences.

He was certain that you were the same person, though he still couldn’t wrap his head around how.

“I think I’m going insane,” he told Steve.

“Wouldn’t blame you. I would go crazy if Peggy was suddenly in front of me, too.”

“What would you do then?” Bucky demanded. “I don’t think we have the right to even be part of her life, Steve.”

“I think we should have thought about that before we both made Tony give her that scholarship, and before you gave her that insane amount of money,” Steve pointed out.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, burying his face in his hands.

“Is it really that wrong to try again?” Steve murmured. “The universe is giving you a second chance… I know that if I was given one, I would take it.”

“But what if it’s not her, Steve? What if it’s just someone that looks like her, and I’m just projecting it on this random girl? Then what?”

“You don’t have to fall in love with her,” Steve said, shaking his head. “You could start off as friends. Maybe from there, you can figure out whether or not it really is her or not… And then you can decide where to go from there.”

“We can’t be friends anymore,” you told him, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t understand,” he said, and you could hear the confusion in his voice. “Did I do something? Say something? Did I hurt you?”

“No. Nothing like that,” you murmured in response, your heart clenching at his words.

“Then what?” he pleaded softly, reaching for you. His hands were on your shoulders, and he whispered your name, “Look at me, please.”

You refused. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. You were about to start crying, and you didn’t need him to see it.

You were at your breaking point after so long. Nineteen years of being by his side, three years of harboring secret affection for him. Now, he was trying to take your coworker out for a date?

Yeah. You couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t sit and watch this anymore. You bit your tongue long enough, and you were tired.

You shrugged his hands off your shoulders. “It’s nothing. Just— I can’t be your friend anymore.”

“Why?” he demanded, though there was no real bite to his words. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, letting out a deep sigh.

You swallowed thickly, shook your head. “I gotta go.”

He didn’t let you leave. The second you turned, he had a hand on your arm, only hard enough to stop you. It didn’t hurt. No, he never hurt you.

“You can’t just leave!” he exclaimed. “We’ve been friends since— since we were children! You can’t just tell me you’re leaving me without any kind of explanation.”

“Just drop it,” you mutter, pulling your arm back from him. He lets you go, you take a few steps, but not before he completely stops you by rushing around you to block your path.

“No! Argue with me, get mad! I don’t understand,” he begged. Your chest clenched at the sound of his voice. The hurt. The confusion. “You’re my one of my closest friends— hell, you and S̵͓͋ͅt̸͙̟͑͗ë̷̟̤́̚v̸͖̮̽ị̴͛͝e̵̙̐ are the closet friends I have!“

“That’s the issue!” you finally snap, looking at him. “I’m just a friend to you! That’s all I am, and that’s all I’ll ever be! I’m so fucking sick of it, J̵̳͎͒a̸̹̓m̸̛͇̲͌e̶͖͕̊̚s̴̱̬̓!”

His body stills, taken aback. He whispers your name like a prayer. “What are you saying—“

“I’m so tired, don’t you understand?! You drag me and Ş̶̦͑t̷̘̆e̷̹̒̔v̵͕̻̐̕e̷̦̮̅́ to double date with you and your new catch of the week, and so have to sit there and watch you flirt with someone that isn’t me— that’ll never be me!” you cut him off, running your hands through your hair. You’re crying now, tears fully falling down your face. “Except Ş̶̦͑t̷̘̆e̷̹̒̔v̵͕̻̐̕e̷̦̮̅́ notices, and he feels fucking bad for me! You’re the only one dense enough to not see that I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen, you fucking idiot!”

He doesn’t say a word. He can’t. You don’t even think he’s breathing. You let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

“We can’t be friends anymore. I think I might rip my own heart out if I listen to you talk about someone else,” you whispered, side stepping him.

This time, he doesn’t follow you when you leave.

However, he’s back two days later, knocking on your door incessantly. You know it’s him. The only other person it could be is your little blonde friend who had already comforted you yesterday.

You sigh, knowing he won’t leave until you open the door.

When you do, a bouquet of flowers is shoved into your face. You flinch, taking them in your hands to move the petals out of your nostrils.

“What is this?” you frown.

“Flowers. Have you never seen flowers before?” he asks, sarcastic.

“Obviously I’ve seen fucking flowers before,” you reply dryly. “Why are you giving them to me—“

“Because I love you,” he cuts you off. “Since we were six. So I have you beat by ten years.”

You’re frozen in place, staring at the bouquet of flowers in your hand. It’s filled with an assortment of your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a white bow.

“We met when we were six,” you finally whisper.

“And I’ve loved you ever since that day,” he confesses.

“You— you take other girls out. You take my friends out,” you stammer, your mind reeling.

“Well, to be fair, you set me up with your girls,” he says, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You couldn’t deny that.

“What about the other girls?” you demand.

He lets out a sigh, “I… didn’t think you were interested in me. Thought you just saw me as a brother, like Ş̶̦͑t̷̘̆e̷̹̒̔v̵͕̻̐̕e̷̦̮̅́.”

“I.. don't believe you,” you whisper, clutching the stems of the flowers tighter. The newspaper crinkles under your hands. “You’re just saying this because you don’t want to lose me.”

“Doll,” he whispers, and a tingle runs down your spine.

He’d never called you that before— he’d never called anyone that before, actually. You look up at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he confirms, reaching to hold your face in his hand. Your breath hitches at the contact. “However, I have watched you my entire life. I know everything about you. All your likes and dislikes. Everything you dream of and wish for. What you want in the future— I’ll give it all to you, if you’ll just let me.”

“What.. what if this ruins us?” you say, your voice trembling. “What if we break up—“

“I’m never letting you go, now that I have you,” he dismisses. “I promise, pretty girl. I will take care of you. I’ll take care of your heart and hold it so gently in my hands and keep it safe.”

“You… don’t exactly have a great track record with holding girlfriends,” you say, joking slightly.

He chuckles, thumb brushing against your cheek. “None of them was you. Didn’t care enough to hold onto them.”

You let out a trembling breath, staring down at the flowers for a few moments. Your mind is racing, your heart is about to burst from your chest.

“Want me to court you, doll?” he asks, breaking the silence. “I’ll court you. Let me work for it, let me show you how serious I am for you.”

“No,” you quickly say, looking back up at him. “I— That’s too much time wasted. I just wanna be yours already.”

“I’ve been yours from the start,” he whispers, and you hear it. The genuinity in his voice that makes your stomach flip. “Be my girl, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you nod, letting out a breath.

He surges forward, holding your face in both hands now as he presses his lips against yours— like he’s been waiting his entire life to do this. You suppose he has, whereas you’ve only been waiting a few.

You relax against him, pulling him into your home before shutting the front door behind him. He continues kissing you, pressing kisses all over your face as he whispers his gratitude.

You giggle against him, holding him close to you as his lips finally find yours again. You sigh into his kiss, and he shifts the angle of your head to kiss deeper.

His tongue slips into your mouth, licking into yours. You let out a surprised squeak against his lips, and feel him smile against you.

“Don’t like?” he whispers, lips ghosting against yours.

“Just— new,” you stutter, heart racing. “Never done that.”

“Hmm.. I know,” he chuckles. Well, you knew he did. Your little trio of friends talked about relationships. He was the most well versed out of all three of you.

“Okay, Mr. Experienced,” you scoff, hitting his arm with the flowers.

“Not totally experienced,” he corrects. “I’ve never gone all the way.”

You’re surprised. “You haven’t? I thought you did with Dot— prom night?”

“No. Got close, but stopped,” he confesses, taking the flowers from your hands and dropping them onto the table by the front door. “Didn’t feel right. Wanted to wait for the right person.”

“Who’s the right person?” you ask.

“I’m holding her right now,” he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him before pulling you back into a sweet kiss.

You know he can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he holds you against him. You find that you don’t care, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. His hand moves to your chin, gently tugging— you know what he’s asking for.

You open your mouth, prepared this time for his tongue. The feeling is strange, different, but you don’t hate it. He’s moving slowly against you, allowing you to adjust to him, to learn his movements

He’s being so patient with you it almost makes you want to cry.

You learn quickly, sliding your own tongue over his, licking into his mouth the same way that he did with you. He lets out a soft moan into your mouth, squeezing your hip tighter in his hand.

“So good, doll,” he whispers, pulling back briefly just to compliment you before meeting you once more.

You find your back against the wall, his body a rock against yours. You find comfort in his touch, letting out soft noises you didn’t know you could make as he started kissing away from your mouth, down your jaw and to your neck.

“Your Ma’ workin’ late tonight?” he whispers against your skin.

“Won’t be back till the morning,” you swallow. “Graveyard shift.”

“Doll… I want you,” he murmurs, “If you’ll let me.”

You know what he’s asking for, know what he means. You nod all the same, pushing him off of you gently just to take his hand to lead him to your room. Your heart is pounding in your chest, keenly aware of him and the amount of space he takes in your small room.

He’s been in here thousands of times before. This is different. It’s different as he presses his chest against your back, hands roaming slowly around your body, giving you the opportunity to push him away or change your mind.

You never do.

His breath hitches as you lean into his touch, murmuring your name softly.

“I’m a little nervous,” you confess to him as you turn in his arms to face him.

“So am I,” he replies with a laugh. “I’m glad this is with you, though.”

You grin at him, pressing on your toes to kiss him again.

Clothes are slowly removed with shaking hands, both of you taking the time to pause, to look at each other in the dim light of your room. You’re entranced by him— you’ve seen him before, at the lake. Having him above you like this is different.

He seems to feel the same, cursing under his breath as he takes in the sight of you completely bare beneath him.

“I don’t know how many times I dreamt about this,” he whispers, fingers ghosting over the swell of your breasts. “Dreamt of you. Am I dreaming again, doll?”

“I’m in a dream with you, if you are,” you whisper back.

You both are clumsy, breathless, sharing quiet giggles with each other as you try to figure out what feels good and what doesn’t. All the while, you share kisses between whispers of affection, and he never stops telling you how perfect you are.

Finally, when you both deem that it’s time— he slides home.

You’re taken back by the stretch, and he’s dying in his head, but comes back to life to kiss away your tears and comfort you as you get used to the feel of him.

When pleasure finally overcomes pain, he moves. The first thrust is heaven. You moan in unison, holding on to each other like you’ll fall apart if you don’t.

Neither of you last too long. It's an overwhelming mix of passion, pleasure, and love. He collapses on you, murmuring something about lasting longer next time, and you laugh.

You’re lulled to sleep by him tracing incomplete shapes into your hip, tucked into his chest like something precious. You’re beginning to learn that you are—to him at least.

You could constantly feel eyes on you, though you never knew where those eyes were. Whether it was at the diner, on campus, or walking home, you couldn’t shake the feeling. What was even more strange was that you didn’t feel like you were in danger, strangely.

You thought you were going insane, but that wouldn’t be an accurate description of anything. You should probably already be in an institution, but you simply remained undiagnosed.

It was unnerving, to say the least.

You still continued to keep an eye out for the two super soldiers. You hoped to see at least one of them. You kept telling yourself it was so that you could return the ten grand to them, even though you never actually carried the money with you. Maybe the next time that you saw them you would give one of them your phone number or demand one of theirs. Take their number and tell them that you would return the money or wire the money back to them via Zelle. If they had Zelle. You didn’t know how technology advanced the two World War II veterans were.

“What paper are you angry typing up?” Peter asked from across the table. “Is it for your ethics class again?”

“No, my ethics professor finally gave in to my study. It’s an email,” you said. “To your boss. Demanding to understand the details of my scholarship.”

“Isn’t this the fourth email you sent him?” Ned asked.

“Fifth,” MJ corrected from beside you. “And he still hasn’t responded? At all? Peter, why don’t you talk to him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Peter shook his head vehemently. “I am not gonna talk about scholarships with Mr. Stark. What if he takes away mine?”

“It’s alright,” you tell MJ with a sigh. “It’s not his responsibility.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about the scholarship though,” Ned said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s a full ride and more. You’ve been able to get all of us free lunch at the cafeterias for the past two weeks.”

“Yes, but what if he takes it away because he realizes I am not qualified and then I get backlogged with payments that I can’t afford?” you shoot back. “And Peter has also been getting us lunch at the cafeteria, not just me.”

“I didn’t realize my scholarship also came with lunch,” Peter said, sheepish.

“Also it’s not Peter’s responsibility for Tony Stark to respond to his damn emails,” you grunted. Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, good luck with all of that,” MJ said with a snort as she packed up her things. “Gotta head to my next class. I’ll see you at the diner tonight.”

“Yup,” you mutter as she picks up her things. She rounds the table real quick to press a kiss to Peter’s lips before leaving the library.

You press send on the email, and bury your face in your hands. You can feel a headache coming on. You were one more email away from finding out where the hell Peter went for his internship and banging down Tony Stark’s door yourself to demand answers.

You held back the desire to do so and went on with the rest of your day. You had one more class, one more pop quiz. Then you were on your way to clock in for work. Tomorrow, you had the day off. It was the weekend, too. It was a rare occurrence where you didn’t have both school and work. You would be able to sleep in if your mind allowed you to. Maybe you could finish that drawing you were working on.

The Friday dinner rush came and went. It got so busy that the bell ended up breaking at the door. You two would have to look up to see if a patron walked in. Thankfully, you were at the tail end of the night, and usually you guys never saw anyone at this time. You only had about an hour left before you would start your closing duties and then head home for the night.

You and MJ decided to beg the cooks in the back for a snack, and they gave you an order of large fries to share. After wiping down the bar counter, you and MJ sat at the diner bar to chat. Your feet were killing you after running around all night.

“Fuck, marry, kill. Captain America, Thor, Iron Man,” MJ suddenly said.

“You know your boyfriend is part of that team, right?” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re playing, not me,” MJ grinned.

“Kill Iron Man,” you said instantly.

“Because he’s not answering your emails?”

“Exactly,” you grunt. “Bad communication. Terrible for marriage. Don’t even wanna think about going to bed with that. Pisses me off.”

“Understandable,” she nods. “Two left.”

You groan, sighing deeply. “I don’t think marrying Thor would be good for the long run. Marrying a God seems like a bad idea. Maybe fucking him once is good?”

“So you’ll marry Captain America?” she asked, surprised. “He’s like, a hundred. Are you sure about that?”

“He was born during a time when men were chivalrous and gentlemanly,” you argue. “Also, he’s a hundred, but does he look like it? Steve Rogers looks like sex, MJ.”

A ring of the call bell at the hostess stand makes both of you freeze. You both turn to the front, finding a customer waiting to be seated, but it’s not just any customer. Bucky is standing there, staring at you with his hands in his pockets.

You want to fucking die.

“That’s your circus,” MJ quickly said, grabbing the basket of fries before running into the kitchen.

“You–!” you hissed at her as your cheeks turned red. You swallow down your embarrassment as you go up to the stand, grabbing a menu from the podium as you clear your throat. “Just for one tonight?”

“Yeah,” he answers, nodding.

“Bar or table?”

“Bar is good.”

After leading him to the bar, you bring him a glass of water as he looks over the menu. Your cheeks are still burning with heat, and your heart is still thumping. You don’t know how long he has been standing there. You don’t know if he’s heard the entire conversation to know the context, or if he was only able to hear the end of what you said about his friend.

“Can I get you something other than water to drink?” you forced out.

“Do you have beer here?” he asked. “Kinda need it. I just heard somebody say my best friend looks like sex.”

“We have beer,” you whispered, swallowing thickly as you turned towards the kitchen to grab a bottle.

MJ is lucky that you don’t find her during your quick walk through otherwise you would’ve smashed the bottle over her head. Not literally. You wanted to though. You should. You won’t. Maybe later.

“One beer,” you said, placing it in front of him. “And I’m so sorry.”

Bucky lets out a small laugh, and you finally look at his face. He’s smiling. “No worries.”

“Were you listening– Did you hear the whole conversation?” you asked, nervous.

“Nope. Just the last part.”

“Do you know what the game fuck, marry, kill is?”

Bucky stares at you like you’re speaking a different language for a few moments as he rests his hands on the bar counter. You just might be making zero sense, honestly. You normally wouldn’t even be bringing this up with a patron. You would just let it go and pretend that this wasn’t a thing, but you were desperate to clear up this misunderstanding.

“Basically you choose three people, and you have those three options. My friend gave me three Avengers to choose from.”

“You chose Steve to fuck?” Bucky asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“No, I chose Thor to fuck. I chose Steve to marry,” you quickly corrected him. “And I killed off Tony Stark.”

“Oh. Steve would be the best option to marry out of those three,” Bucky nodded, taking a long drink of his beer. You let out a breath, relief filling your body. “Still doesn’t explain your comment.”

“I– she was saying that he’s old. And asked me why I would be okay with marrying someone old. I said that he doesn’t look old– that he looks…”

“Like sex?” he completed for you, a small smirk on his face.

“Are you going to order?” you asked, regretting everything leading up to this moment.

Bucky chuckled, looking back down at the menu for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Is the hamburger steak good?”

“It’s good,” you said with a breath. “I’ll put that order in for you.”

You quickly turn and disappear into the kitchen to put the ticket in. You wish that the diner was busy so that you would have more time to hide, have some time to cool off and potentially forget about the conversation, but unfortunately luck is not on your side. The cooks have the order finished and ready within moments. MJ is still avoiding eye contact with you, even though you can see an amused look on her face.

You bring the plate back out to him, muttering a soft enjoy before trying to spin on your heel again.

“I’ll leave you another large tip if you run,” he said.

“Are you really threatening me with money?” you asked, shocked. You turn around to find him already cutting into the gravy smothered meat, and he shrugs.

“Maybe.”

“For what reason?” Despite your words, you return to the counter, right across from him with your eyebrows raised.

“Seeking company while I eat,” he responds, glancing up at you before bringing a cut of the hamburger to his mouth. Then, he looks surprised. “It is good.”

“Of course it’s good. Did you think I was lying?”

“Thought you were just tryna get me to stop talking about my friend looking like sex to you, doll,” he said, chuckling.

“Are you ever going to drop that?” you frown at him.

“It happened like two seconds ago. Let me enjoy the moment.”

“Just don’t tell Steve. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again in person, but I don’t think I’ll be able to look him in the eyes if he knows I said that,” you begged, inwardly cringing.

“On one condition. Take Iron Man out. Put me in. How does the scenario change now?”

Your mind was short circuiting in real time. You were staring at him, and he was waiting patiently, a smile on his face as he stared at you. His fingers rested on his lips, eyes never leaving yours, waiting for a response.

“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation to be having with a customer,” you finally whispered.

“I could always tell Steve,” he shot right back.

“Kill Thor,” you started immediately, watching the smile on his face grow. “Though I really don’t know how it’s possible to kill a God.”

“For the sake of the game,” Bucky brushed off. “Steve and I next. Who are you bringing to bed, and who’s waiting for you at the altar?”

“Do I really have to answer this?” you plead.

“No,” he said with a shrug. “But I could just call Steve.”

“Marry you,” you finally said, looking everywhere but him.

“Because Steve looks like sex?”

“No!” you exclaim, cheeks burning hotter than you ever thought was possible. “You just— I’ve met you, what, three times? You stole pickles off my sandwich without me saying anything, and gave me a fat tip for mediocre service. I feel that I would be taken care of for the rest of my life. Fuck is just.. the only option left… So yeah. Steve is, by default, who I’m gonna fuck.”

Bucky looks utterly satisfied for whatever reason that you cannot understand. He picks up his fork and knife and continues to cut into his meat, bringing the food back to his mouth to eat quietly. You still feel like disintegrating on the spot.

“You can’t tell him I said any of that,” you finally said, watching him bring a broccoli piece to his lips.

“Our little secret, doll,” he hummed. “Didn’t think I was marriage material though.”

“For the sake of the game,” you said, shooting the words back at his face. You watch as he smiles a bit more, nodding to himself more than you.

“Not too old for you either?” he asked, and you could hear something teasing in his voice. “Or do I also look like sex?”

“I’ll ban you from ever entering this diner again,” you threatened, though your words hold zero weight.

“Then I’ll just leave another ten grand for your tip before you throw me to the streets.”

“Do you always just carry alarming amounts of money with you?”

“Only when I know I’m going to see a pretty waitress at a diner,” he replied.

“Sergeant, if I knew any better, I would say you were attempting to be flirting with the pretty waitress at the diner,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky paused mid-bite, then shrugged just slightly. He didn’t look bothered or flustered at all.

“Is that an issue with you?” he asked. “Is there a boyfriend that I need to fight?”

“You tell me,” you said dryly. “What does your background check on me say?”

The smile returned to his face as he looked back at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you hadn’t seen earlier, that made your breath catch in your throat, and your chest tighten.

“There’s none,” he answered.

“Eat your food, Sergeant,” you huffed. “I’ll be back to check on you. Need to start my closing duties. Don’t rush though– I haven’t practiced the heimlich maneuver in years. I don’t know what I’ll do if you start choking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, looking back down at his food.

You were relieved to finally move out of his line of sight.

Bucky seemed different today. Where the last two times you saw him, he was tense and uptight, he seemed a bit more relaxed today. You weren’t sure if it was due to the beer he was drinking or if it was the playful banter that was passed between the two of you, but either way it was nice. Natural. As if you had been through this thousands of times before and speaking to him was as easy as breathing air.

There wasn’t much for you to do in terms of closing. MJ had flitted about while you embarrassed yourself in front of the superhero, and you printed out his receipt. You knew better this time than to try and give him a complimentary meal again otherwise you would be stuck with another stack of bills behind your dresser that you would be too scared to touch.

You stared at the receipt for a few moments, then picked up a pen. Your heart was racing as you quickly scribbled on the end of the customer copy, and made sure to keep it carefully hidden under the restaurant’s copy.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal tonight,” you told him as you dropped off the checkbook.

“It was great,” he said, offering you another smile as he took out his wallet. He opened it up, checked the price, and took out the according number of bills before. Then, another hundred came out, and he slid it to you. “For you.”

“Bucky–”

“For putting up with my shit tonight,” he cut you off.

You couldn’t argue with that. You grumbled under your breath as you took the cash, shoving it into your pocket as you took the restaurant receipt and his money. You watched as Bucky’s eyes fell on his copy of the receipt, and stared for a few moments.

“What’s this?” he asked, picking up the receipt.

“I’m sure you already have my number from whatever intelligence you ran on me,” you said, clearing your throat as you refused to meet his eyes. “Consider this permission to use it.”

“Are you flirting with me now?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Your heart was pounding as you watched as he put the receipt into the pocket of his leather jacket carefully.

“Not flirting. Networking, if you will. Expanding my options for after I graduate. The Avengers need therapists right? You guys have a lot of unsolved trauma, even if you guys won’t say that in the interviews that you have.”

Bucky barked out a laugh at your response, shaking his head. “I’ll ask around. See who needs a student therapist to poke around in their heads for your thesis.”

“You really know too much about me.”

“I’m sure that you know just as much about me,” he promised.

You believed him, for some odd reason.

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airybcby · 2 months ago

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I don't know if requests for non event things are open or not but take this as more of an idea😭😭 don't feel complied to write it if you don't want to or can't atm. I reaaaally love ur fics so far and I discovered you through the spotify wrapped event thing. Hope ur asks aren't too flooded from the event tho, it seems like a lot😅 it's rlly impressive you can write so much in like a day. I would get burnt out 😭

Anywho, I just saw a tiktok video (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6r5pYuM/) and thought it would be a really cute (and really embarrassing) fanfic idea. I was hoping u could maybe write headcanons or a full on fanfic about the scenario with blue lock characters. Specifically rin, but anyone will be fine if you wanna do multiple characters😋 you can change the "guy friend" bit in the video to bf if u want idrm

Sorry if it was too long😭😭

hi hi!! my asks are open for anything and everything rn (including my event that i’m running rn) tysm!! i just have some days where writing is easier than others, and i can’t stop the word vomit and ideas tbh🙏

AND HELLO THIS IS SO SILLY AND CUTIE IM OBSESSED

so sorry this has taken so long to get to, my inbox was FLOODED and i'm slowly trying to get through them all!

જ⁀♡⊹｡° if your first kiss goes well...

( rin itoshi x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — airy get through your inbox challenge START! I made it to where rin is your bf and it's kind of new instead of just being a friend :)

♡ word count — 430

♡ content — rin itoshi x gn! reader, established relationship (it's new), written at like midnight so it's prob bad, reader and rin are inexperienced, puppy dog love, maybe ooc rin?, not proofread

♡ synopsis — Rin Itoshi wasn't someone who crumbled. ever. So when you go to his house and hear him watching a video on how to have your first kiss? It's just a little entertaining.

── .✦ act natural, don't press too hard

It was still new, this thing with Rin.

New enough that your heart fluttered every time his hand brushed yours. New enough that when he offered you his bed with a quiet “You can sit,” it felt like more than just politeness.

His room was neat. Lived-in, but still precise—like him. He disappeared into the bathroom after a murmured “Be right back,” taking his phone with him, and you were left to take it all in.

You were just settling in, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie you’d stolen earlier, when his speaker—still connected to his phone—came to life.

"Hi! Nervous about your first kiss? Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered—"

Your eyebrows shot up.

"First, make sure you’re both comfortable. Confidence is key, but don’t worry if you’re nervous—"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. No way.

The audio cut off a second later. Maybe he paused the video. Maybe he’d noticed the speaker was connected. Either way, you were still smiling when he came back out.

He looked calm. Composed. Like he always did.

But you could feel something different under the surface—something uncertain, maybe even shy—as he stood in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets.

You stood, meeting him halfway. “Hey,” you said softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, eyes flicking to yours.

There was a beat of silence, and then: “Do you… wanna kiss me?”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just blinked. Then gave the smallest nod.

Your heart jumped.

You stepped closer, slowly, carefully. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t pull away when you leaned in, tilting your head just a little.

When your lips met, it was soft. Hesitant. A little uncoordinated, but so full of intent you thought your chest might burst. He kissed you back like he meant it—like he’d been waiting for it.

When you pulled away, his eyes were still half-lidded, dazed.

You smiled, heart racing. “Better than the video?”

“…What?”

You giggled, lifting your hand to point toward the speaker sitting innocently on his nightstand. “That. It was playing your video.”

Rin froze.

Then slowly—painfully—turned to look at the speaker like it had personally betrayed him. His ears flushed pink. “I’m sorry…” he muttered, voice tight, almost ashamed.

You couldn’t help it—you cupped his cheeks in your hands, thumbs brushing over warm skin. “I think it was cute.”

He blinked down at you, and you watched his gaze flicker—first to your eyes, then down to your lips.

You smiled.

“...Another one?”

He didn’t say anything.

Just nodded.

And kissed you again.

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xylatox · 15 days ago

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I see you review a lot of fics!!! I am new to tumblr and i’m looking for more enhypen writers. I’ve read a few fics that you’ve reblogged and i can honestly say i trust your feedback it’s very similar to mine! could you maybe recommend some of your favorite writers on here? I’m looking for less smut heavy and more plot heavy fics but i don’t like a good smut fic here and there!

Hi (❁´◡`❁) I hope you enjoy your time here hehe. As for Enhypen writers I will gladly list my favs. Do note that most of them do write smut in their fics but it's still great in my opinion because they're able to curate such a wonderful world around the characters :)

@just-nc-tea

Genuinely love her and her fics so much! Her Decelis Academy: The Hockey Diaries series was super good and is more plot heavy and is super enjoyable! She also started a new series, Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) for Sunghoon and Nicholas from &Team and the plot is breathtaking.

2. @jakesimfromstatefarm

Another gem for Enha fics :) Her work is always so hilarious and it just gets you in a good mood. Her fics are more comedy/crack and its soso worth it. From her No Doubt series to The Art & Science of Parenting 101 you would not be disappointed.

3. @thatfeelinwhenyou

Another amazing writer oh my god. I've literally read ever work of hers besides Safe & Sound (and Im so mad about it) but her work is also so amazing I swear. Just read The Way I Loved You and it was so goddamn painful and beautiful; I will never not recommend her work.

The following authors from here do include smut but trust me when I tell you its also some of the most amazing pieces you'll read. Give them a chance, trust me.

@writingmochi

She has a mix of fics with and without smut but either way its amazing and takes you down a road into a world that really and honestly leaves you enamored. I'm always amazed at her words and the inspiration for her works.

2. @asahicore

I don't think I've done much reviews for her work which makes me so sad but before I was super active on tumblr I did read her work and again, her words are nothing short of amazing. I remember reading Cold Hands going to uni and it literally had me in chokehold.

3. @zreamy

Another author who's work I haven't read much of but when I did read Things I Know I Can't Have I was left floored. She's genuinely so hilarious and that fic was amazing in my opinion so I would definitely recommend her to you as well.

4. @heesmiles

An author who breaks my heart everytime. Every, single time I think a part of me heals with her work because she's just able to tap into the characters so well. Falling Into Ruin is definitely my fav work of hers, I hold it very closely to my heart and I beg you to give her work a chance.

5. @paarksunghoon

From her Walk The Line fic to Grocery Store Receipts fic you are not left disappointed! She's also doing a Resignation series rn but I haven't gotten the time to read it. Her work is genuinely so good tho so I do recommend her.

6. @heejamas

I haven't gotten around to reading her enha fics yet but after reading one of her Beomgyu fics I know her other works are just as good. Check out her work ^^ I've only heard wonderful things about her Waiting Room fic and Nicest Guy SMAU series

7. @theothernads

Her Secrets Jungwon fic was so good?? Genuinely drove me insane and broke my heart. I need to read more of her work I swear but that fic was so good so I def rec her.

8. @jakedustry

Her Checking You Out Jake fic had me in shambles. I always advocate for Jake Sim being a loverboy and this attests to that statement. She also has shorter drabbles that are soso cute I swear.

9. @biteyoubiteme

Raspberry Stains was such an insane Sunghoon fic of hers. I think its her only Enha fic but God, its so well written and the worldbuilding is also amazing. I love the mc and just how this entire story was concluded.

10. @babeyun

From Bubblegum to Falling Alone you are never once disappointed with her works I swear. Its always so enlightening to read one of Altair's fics I swear. Another author I highly recommend.

11. @heartikeu

Opal! She just started her blog but In All Your Perfects has my heart. It really taps into the way insecurity can seep into a relationship but also shows the development beyond that moment and shows that with time things become okay :)

12. @faeyun

Another great author imo. Definitely think you should check out The Dollhouse and The Lighthouse (one of her archived works that are being reworked rn) but god, her worldbuilding is amazing. Love her and the worlds she curates every time

13. @heartsriki

Another author with amazing work. Thinking about her Symphony of Us Jay fic and my heart </3 Genuinely such a sweet fic god. Give her and her works a shot, trust me!

14. @bambiihee

Her fics have genuinely driven me insane. They're more pwp but literally *chef's kiss*. Literally had me holding my head and saying oh my god every minute because it was just that good. Give her a chance :)

15. @fangel

Harvest of Purity....It's good for a multitude of reasons. It does have multiple smut scenes but the world and the vibes of that fic are literally so insane. Like the mc and her family life genuinely had me in a chokehold at how insane it all was but it was so good!

16. @enhaflixer

Read their The Marriage Law fic for the HP au and I never got a chance to read another of their fics yet but it was good! I'm not well versed in the HP lore but I think the story is amazing as is. I know they have lots of other enha works so id say you can check them out as well!

17. @gyu-tori

She's no longer active but I hold her enha fics near and dear to my heart still. Each of them really transports you to a kind of world that pulls at your heart and it just has you in your feels honestly.

Okay! I think that's all I'm able to list off the top of my head relating to ENHA fic writers. There are so many more authors here who's work I have not read yet and it makes me so sad that its like that, but these are authors I know I can vouch for when it comes to their writing. Each of them has their unique writing style that I love and I do hope you share your love for their fics with them too, reviews mean the world to them :)

Thank you for stopping by anon and have a good day/night! (❁´◡`❁)

#xylatox yaps⭑.ᐟ #anon asks #enha fic writer recs

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agaypanic · 1 year ago

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Is this how you request a fic? I have no idea but I’ll try. I’m craving Regina George content. Can you please write something where reader is apart of the plastics but she’s not mean like the rest of them and that’s why Regina likes her. When Cady shows up and Regina has an interest in cady it’s too make reader jealous but instead cady ends up liking reader who distances herself from the plastics and then Regina gets jealous and admits her feelings so reader doesn’t end up with cady. If that makes sense? Thank you!

Craving Your Attention (Regina George X Plastic!Reader)

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Summary: Regina George is the queen of North Shore High and she doesn’t like to share her toys, even if she doesn’t really play with them.

A/N: kinda toxic!regina even tho thats not really a surprise. slight cady x reader, she likes you instead of aaron (also aaron doesn’t exist teehee). The girls arent homophobic bc cady tells gretchen she likes reader and regina ends up with reader (saying this bc idk if you’re gonna read this with 2004 regina or 2024 regina in mind, and obviously 2004 was a different time lmao) content warning for diet talk but it’s just part of one scene. Heavily relied on the mean girls (2004) script for this fic, so it's almost all written centered around Cady. all in third person which felt a lil weird to write because i usually write in second person lol idk if anyone’s gonna want a part 2 but imma lyk rn that im not planning on writing a part 2, mainly bc this took so painstakingly long

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Everyone at North Shore High knew about Regina George. They’d be stupid not to. She was practically royalty.

A queen bee was nothing without her little worker bees. First was Karen Smith. She seemed to give a whole new meaning to the word ‘clueless,’ but she was friendly. In more ways than one.

Then there’s Gretchen Wieners. She was Regina’s eyes and ears, whether it was wanted or not. All she wanted to do was please her leader.

And finally, there was Y/n L/n. If any of the plastics were to be deemed approachable, it was her. She was Regina’s right-hand girl, maybe even a bit more than that. But no one ever brought that up.

But then Cady Heron came to North Shore.

“Is he bothering you?” Regina tilted her head as she looked at the redheaded girl and the familiar boy who was talking to her. Y/n, who was sitting next to Regina, looked up from her food in curiosity. Regina didn’t usually talk to anyone outside of the table during lunch. The girl made a nondescript noise, so Regina turned her attention to the boy. “Jason, why are you such a skeez?”

Jason rolled his eyes, but tried to seem polite.

“I’m just being friendly.”

“You were supposed to call me last night,” Gretchen pouted, looking over her shoulder at Jason.

“Jason.” Attention was brought back to Regina with the simple call of his name. She wore a sweet smile, which meant that Jason was probably about to get a bite taken out of him. “You do not come to a party at my house with Gretchen and then scam on some poor, innocent girl right in front of us three days later. She’s not interested.” Regina then turned to the redheaded girl. “Do you wanna have sex with him?”

She looked shocked, giving an immediate no.

“Good. So it’s settled.”

“You can go shave your back now,” Y/n finished, and the four plastics waved him off. Jason walked away, but not before muttering an insult to the girls.

“Good one,” Regina said quietly to Y/n, who couldn’t help but smile a bit at the small praise. Before she could reply, Regina’s eyes followed after the red-haired girl, who was now starting to walk away. “Wait.” The single word made her stop in her tracks and look back. “Sit down.”

Regina moved her hands, signaling Gretchen and Karen to move to the sides of the lunch bench to make room for this mystery girl. After some more encouragement, she sat down.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked sweetly, trying to ease the girl’s nerves.

“Cady.”

“Why don’t I know you?” Regina asked, looking at Cady curiously.

“I’m new,” Cady replied. “I just moved here from Africa.”

“What?”

“I used to be home-schooled.”

“Wait. What?”

Cady took a second, wondering why Regina kept saying ‘what.’ She didn’t think it was that confusing.

“My mom taught me at home-”

“No, no.” Regina laughed. “I know what ‘home-school’ is; I’m not stupid. So, you’ve actually never been to a real school before?”

As she spoke, Regina leaned more and more forward towards Cady. And as the conversation continued, Y/n wondered why Regina was taking such an interest in her. Regina never cared about anyone who passed by, too involved in the latest gossip session Gretchen had started or in Y/n’s appearance. Not that Y/n really noticed that; she was busy thinking about Regina to see that Regina was thinking about her. Either way, she didn’t understand why the blonde was suddenly so fascinated by this new girl.

“You’re like, really pretty.”

Oh… That must be why.

Y/n seemed to tune the rest of the conversation out, too wrapped up in Regina’s compliment towards Cady and the bright smile she wore while giving it. She didn’t know why it bothered her. It’s not like Regina belonged to her. If anything, Y/n, along with the rest of the Plastics, belonged to Regina.

Even when Regina brought Gretchen and Karen in close to speak to them and Y/n, leaving Cady awkwardly leaning back to give them more privacy, Y/n didn’t care much to listen. The gist of the conversation was that they wanted Cady to sit with them at lunch for a week, something they had never considered doing with anyone else in this school.

“Okay.” Regina started as Gretchen and Karen relaxed back into their seats, and Cady leaned back in. “You should just know that we don’t do this a lot, so this is, like, a really huge deal. We wanna invite you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week.” Regina wore a grin that meant she was up to something, but Cady didn’t seem to decipher that, and the rest of the girls didn’t know what it meant.

“Oh, it’s okay—” Cady’s tone seemed to indicate that she was about to decline, but Regina interrupted her before she could.

“Coolness.” The bell rang, and Regina’s eyes darted over to Y/n before going back to Cady. Her mischievous smile remained present as she, Gretchen, and Karen grabbed their trays. “So we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The three Plastics stood up and left the table, leaving Y/n in a slight daze and Cady confused about what had just happened. Y/n suddenly looked around, realizing that her friends had left without her, but the new girl was still with her. She figured that she should say something before leaving her alone. She didn’t have to be mean or unpleasant just because Regina seemed to like Cady.

“On Wednesdays, we wear pink.” Y/n said it with a timid but sweet smile, trying to get over the revelation that the girl she loved was setting her sights on someone else. Her hand patted Cady’s a few times before she stood up and picked up her tray. “Welcome to North Shore.”

As Cady watched Y/n leave, and as Janis and Damian dragged the redhead away to interrogate her about her interaction with Regina, she couldn’t help but feel warm. Maybe public school wouldn’t be so bad.

***

The next day, Cady was slightly nervous to sit with the Plastics. She felt like a double spy. Janis and Damian were under the impression that Cady was doing it for them, to listen in on Regina’s secrets and relay them back to her friends so they could laugh at the pathetic and superficial nature of it all. And sure, that was the main reason she was sitting with the girls. But Cady also returned to the table so she could bask in a new light, Y/n.

But living in girl world came with a bunch of rules.

“You can’t wear a tank top two days in a row, and you can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So…” Gretchen laughed lightly, seeming a little nervous for no reason as she looked at Cady, who was wearing her hair in a ponytail. “I guess you picked today. Oh! And we only wear jeans or track pants on Fridays.”

“Which totally blows in the winter,” Y/n muttered before sipping her Diet Coke.

“Now,” Gretchen started again, “if you break any of these rules, you can’t sit with us at lunch.” Cady seemed surprised, but Gretchen continued. “Not just you! Like, any of us. Okay, so, like, if I was wearing jeans today, I would be sitting over there with the art freaks.” She said it with a grimace, pointing over to a table a few feet away from the girls before looking back at Cady. “Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. I mean, you wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.”

Everyone nodded except for Cady, who was processing all of these new rules she had to follow.

“I wouldn’t?”

“Right,” Gretchen said with a definitive nod. “And it’s the same with guys. Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong.”

“One hundred twenty calories and forty-eight calories from fat,” Regina interrupted, reading a food bar that she had grabbed. She looked at her friends inquisitively. What percent is that?”

“Uh… forty-eight into one hundred and twenty?” Gretchen suggested, not really sure of herself.

“No, I don’t think so, Gretch,” Y/n said, trying to think of the correct answer.

“I’m only eating foods with less than thirty percent calories from fat.”

“It’s forty percent,” Cady said suddenly, proud that she was able to do the equation in her head. Everyone looked at her, expressions varying from impressed to confused. Cady suddenly felt the need to show her work. “Well, forty-eight over a hundred and twenty equals X over a hundred-”

“So then you cross multiply to get X!” Y/n finished off with a grin, thrilled that she knew what Cady was talking about. Cady smiled back at her with the same excited energy, although looking a little more subdued. Not only was this girl super pretty and friendly, but she also seemed decently smart. Maybe Janis was wrong about these girls.

“Whatever.” Regina looked at the two girls suspiciously. She tossed the food bar onto the table and stood up. “I’m getting cheese fries. Y/n, come with me.”

Taken back by the sudden command, Y/n stumbled out of her seat and followed Regina. Cady’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight, and she sighed quietly when she couldn’t catch a glimpse of the girl anymore.

“So!” Gretchen startled Cady with her enthusiastic voice and a hand on her shoulder. As she turned to look at her, Cady realized that Karen was also gone from the table. She must’ve gone to the bathroom or somewhere else. “Have you seen anyone you think is cute yet?”

Cady didn’t know how to answer. There was definitely one person that came to mind, but she didn’t know if she should say the name. Gretchen might react badly if Cady told her, which would most likely lead to her getting kicked out of the Plastics.

But at the same time, she didn’t want to lie.

“Well… there’s this one.. girl.” The last word was quiet and hesitant, but Gretchen picked up on it.

“Oh my gosh, who is it?” She asked excitedly. “Do you think it’s just like, a phase, or is it more serious?”

“I dunno.” Cady shrugged. “I haven’t known her too long to be sure.”

“Who is it?” Gretchen leaned forward in her seat, completely invested in Cady’s answer. It took the redhead a long moment of hesitancy to open her mouth.

“It’s Y/n…”

“No!” Gretchen straightened up, looking absolutely horrified. She looked around, ensuring none of the other girls were back yet. “You can’t like Y/n. Not only is she a part of the group, but… Okay, you didn’t hear this from me, and you’re, like, totally forbidden from ever bringing it up. But Regina is really possessive over Y/n. They’ve been best friends for, like, forever, and Regina chases off anyone who tries to so much as ask her out. And it’s not my place to say whether or not it’s more than friendship, but if I had to say something, there’s definitely something going on between them.” Gretchen took a much-needed breath, shaking her head slightly to clear her jumbled thoughts. “Look, the point is, you shouldn’t date friends. Especially Regina’s friends. But don’t worry, I’ll never tell Regina or Y/n what you said. It’ll be our little secret.”

Gretchen gave Cady a sweet smile, and that seemed to be the end of their little conversation. But for the next few days, Cady kept thinking about it.

She didn’t want to get on Regina’s bad side. That would mean no more things to tell Janis and Damian and no more seeing Y/n. And she also didn’t want to freak Y/n out. But just because Cady wasn’t allowed to like Y/n didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to look at her. Or think about her. Or talk to her.

A few days later, when Cady was with Janis and Damian at the mall, Janis asked when Cady would see Regina next. She said it felt weird to spy on her and that she didn’t want to do it anymore. And sure, it being weird was part of why she wanted to stop. But mainly, it was because Cady had started getting so distracted by Y/n that it was difficult to focus on Regina. Which was strange, because the blonde girl was so alluring. But Janis reassured Cady that Regina would never find out about her double agent status, that it would be their little secret.

So many secrets.

***

“Hello?” Cady held the phone up to her ear, wondering who was calling her at this late hour.

“I know your secret.” Cady stiffened at Regina’s voice coming through the speaker. She internally panicked, trying to figure out what to do. How did Regina figure out about Cady’s spying?

“Secret?” She decided that playing it cool was the better move. “What secret?”

“Gretchen told me that you like Y/n.” Cady relaxed at the fact that Regina had learned about her other secret, before freezing again. Right now, she wondered if it would be better if Regina knew about the spying. “I mean, I don’t care, do whatever you want.” Regina didn’t sound like she didn’t care, but Cady didn’t bring it up. “But let me just tell you something about Y/n: She’s, like, never gone on a date before. It’s not that she’s not pretty or anything, but no one’s ever really been good enough for her.”

“Oh?” What did this mean? Did Regina deem Cady good enough for Y/n after so many others tried and failed? Or was this a set-up?

Honestly, Cady was so happy for Regina’s blessing that she didn’t really care.

“I could talk to her for you, if you want.”

“Really? You would do that?”

“We’ve been friends since like, pretty much birth. I know exactly how to play it.” There was a moment of silence, and Cady could picture Regina picking at her nails. “But wait. Aren’t you mad at Gretchen for telling me? Because if you are, you can tell me. It was a really bitchy thing for her to do.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bitchy, but I’m not mad.” Cady was a little mad, but she didn’t feel like saying that. “I mean, it’s better she told you instead of Y/n. I dunno, I guess she just likes the attention.” Cady didn’t know why she said that last part, but it had just spilled out of her mouth.

“See, Gretch? I told you she’s not mad at you.” Cady was a bit confused, but then another voice spoke.

“I can’t believe you think I like attention!” There was a click, and Cady assumed the Gretchen had hung up. She had no idea she was even listening.

“Okay, love you. See you tomorrow!” Cady could hear Regina’s smile, and then there was another click followed by a dial tone, showing that Cady was now the only one on the line. She then hung up herself, processing the three-way call she had just survived.

And then after that, Cady realized that she had gotten Regina’s blessing to try to pursue Y/n.

***

“What day is it?” Y/n asked, looking down at her worksheet. She didn’t usually do homework at lunch, but lately, some of her classes had been kicking her ass.

“It’s October third,” Cady answered almost immediately, catching the suspicious eyes of Regina and Gretchen.

“Thanks, Cady,” Y/n said, looking up at the girl and giving her a sweet smile before returning to her paper.

“I dunno why you don’t just ask one of the Mathlete dorks to do it for you,” Regina said, looking over Y/n’s shoulder. “They’d probably even do it for free.”

“We’ve talked about this, Regina. If my teacher didn’t catch on, it would still totally bite me in the ass when I’d have to do a test all by myself.”

“You need help with math?” Cady asked, subtly leaning closer to Y/n. The girl looked at Cady, now completely distracted from her work.

“Yeah! I used to get it, but trig is crazy hard.” Y/n sighed, delicately rubbing at her tired eyes so she didn’t mess up her makeup. “I feel like I’m never gonna get it.”

“I can help you!” Cady said, excited over this opportunity. She had always excelled in mathematics, and now Y/n needs help with that exact subject? It seemed like fate.

“Really?” Both Y/n and Cady missed the slight glare that Regina was giving them.

“Oh right, Cady’s like, a total nerd.” They also chose to ignore Regina’s snide comment before sipping her Diet Coke.

“That would be amazing, Cady! Maybe I could come over after school today or something?”

Cady was about to say yes, a million times yes, but Regina butted in.

“Y/n, you’re coming over to my house today.” It didn’t really feel like Regina was reminding her of forgotten plans. Instead, it sounded like Regina was coming up with a reason for Y/n to be unavailable. Cady’s suspicions were confirmed by the confused look Y/n gave the blonde.

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… Well, how about tomorrow?”

“Perfect!” Cady spoke quickly and enthusiastically before Regina could say another word.

***

Over the next month or so, Cady tutored Y/n a few days every week. It quickly became their favorite part of their days. After helping with a few problems Y/n was stuck on, the two girls would get distracted by conversations about whatever they wanted to talk about. Neither of them felt the need to filter themselves in fear of being made fun of by one of the other Plastics, mainly Regina. Topics ranged from the latest gossip to future plans to their favorite things in media. If Cady had never heard of something Y/n brought up, which was the case nine times out of ten, the tutoring session would turn into a movie night or music party.

“Oh my gosh, so…” Y/n and Cady were in the middle of watching a chick flick that Cady had never seen when Y/n suddenly spoke. “I’m having a Halloween party at my place. We usually do it at Regina’s, but for some reason, she didn’t feel like doing it this year. Are you gonna come?”

“Yeah, sure.” Cady’s response made Y/n smile brightly, a sight that Cady could never get sick of.

“Awesome!” Y/n sat up from her slouched position, her excitement waking her up from her slightly tired state. “It’s a costume party, which’ll be a lot of fun. I can give you a flier with all the info tomorrow. Even though I know you’re invited, you need the flier to get in. It only admits one person, so don’t bring anyone else with you.”

“Grool.” Y/n blinked in slight confusion, and Cady realized what she had said. “I… I meant to say ‘cool,’ and then I started to say ‘great.’”

Y/n giggled, which made Cady’s cheeks heat up.

“Right. Well, grool.” The two laughed, and then Y/n looked down at her watch. “Oh my gosh, it’s so late. I should probably get going.” With the help of Cady, Y/n gathered her things. “See you tomorrow!” In a flash, Y/n kissed Cady’s cheek before walking out of the room and leaving Cady’s house. Cady’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she lightly touched the cheek Y/n had kissed.

***

One thing that no one told Cady was that on Halloween, many girls opted for very revealing costumes rather than actual costumes. So when she arrived at Y/n’s house, she stuck out like a sore thumb in her dead bride attire while her friends wore tight clothes and animal ears.

“Why are you so scary?” Gretchen asked with concern, looking at Cady’s appearance with wide eyes.

“It’s Halloween,” Cady said with a shrug, not knowing what the problem was.

Suddenly, a hand touched Cady’s arm, making her jump. But she quickly relaxed when she saw who was touching her.

“You came!” Y/n squealed, bringing Cady in for a hug. The redhead felt a bit flustered by the contact, plus seeing Y/n in her slightly revealing outfit. When they broke the embrace, Y/n held Cady by the shoulders, surveying her outfit. “And you’re a… zombie bride…?”

“An ‘ex-wife.’” Cady replied, using her fingers to air quote.

“Well, I love it.” Y/n finally let go of Cady, although she wouldn’t have been opposed if she kept holding onto her. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Y/n squeezed Cady’s arm for a quick moment before turning around. She weaved her way through the crowd to get to the kitchen, where a shit load of different drinks were scattered on the counters. She started mixing a drink for Cady when she felt a presence behind her.

“What the hell is Cady wearing?” Regina asked, squinting to see Cady from across the room.

“She’s a zombie bride!”

“She looks like a freak.”

“Regina!” Y/n set down the bottle she was pouring and looked at the blonde. “Be nice.”

“Whatever.” Regina rolled her eyes, pushing her hair off her shoulder before leaning on the kitchen counter. “You know, you should probably be careful around her. She has a giant crush on you.”

“What?” Y/n’s eyes snapped to Regina, immediately curious. “How do you know?”

“She told me. She tells everybody. It’s kinda cute, to be honest. She’s like a little girl.” Regina laughed, and Y/n tilted her head and raised her brows, silently asking for more details. “Like, she writes ‘Y/n plus Cady’ and stuff like that all over her notebook. And she made this shirt that says ‘I heart Y/n’ and she wears it under all of her clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, figuring Regina had been joking. “That’s not funny, Regina.”

“I’m serious! She’s, like, obsessed with you. And who can blame her?” Regina’s hand reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Y/n’s face. When Y/n looked at her friend, she was suddenly closer than before. “I mean, you’re gorgeous.”

“Regina.”

“If I’m being honest… I hate the way she looks at you.” Regina grabbed Y/n’s chin before she could look away, forcing them to maintain eye contact. “It makes me sick. She should know better than to think she has a chance with you.”

“What are you saying, Regina?” Y/n’s voice was barely a whisper, but the blonde heard her loud and clear despite being in a crowded room with blasting music and semi-drunk teenagers.

“I’m saying you’re mine, Y/n.” With every word, Regina inched closer and closer. “I don’t want you to be with Cady. Or with anyone else.”

Regina closed the small gap between her and Y/n’s lips, wrapping her arms around Y/n’s body to keep her close. After the wave of shock washed over her, Y/n reciprocated the kiss. Neither of them cared about any of the people around them watching. Including Cady, who watched from across the room with watery eyes and a breaking heart.

Cady had lost Y/n to a competition she didn’t even know she had. Y/n had finally gotten the girl she had been wanting for years after being kept at arm’s length away. And Regina had once again ruined someone else’s happiness for her own.

***

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minhosimthings · 2 years ago

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Threesomes with Enha's hyung line

Pairings: Fem!reader × Enha hyung line (separate, poly relationships)

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, Poly relationship, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), spanking, degradation, hair pulling, edging, slight dom!reader

A/N: guys look I'm really kinda dead rn and I've written the next two chapter of hold me Without hurting me but I DONT WANNA POST THEM I DONT KNOW WHY. So enjoy some of my dumb opinions while I stalk off to the rabbit hole of HeeJake fics (yes even the fluff ones) also it's my first time writing threesomes and I kinda enjoyed it for some reason (no it's not because I like the idea of two people domming my pathetic sub ass nope)

HeeJake/Ramyeonz: Heeseung + Jake

Ok maybe im just biased and too much of a simp for them I am but I genuinely believe they would be the best to fuck at the same time, because of their duality in bed. Like they could be the best degraders or the best praisers, based on your mood. Imagine coming home one day, all exhausted and so needy, to find your boyfriends sitting and watching football. And them, being them, would rush at the image of you pouting and begging, and take you upstairs at the speed of lightning. Hee would go first, obviously with the elder card, and would rile you up and edge you to the brink of insanity, not allowing you to cum, with the reason of "we gotta let Jake get his turn too, right?", whispering in your ear. Jake would be sitting obediently in the corner, boner ripping his pants, getting turned on wildly by the sound of your moans of Heeseung's name. When Jake would get in with you, who was already sweaty and panting, he would give you the greatest pleasure of your tiny life, finishing all the orgasms which Heeseung had refused you. They would also be the best subs for you, calling you mommy and begging to suck on your tits while they layed in bed with you. Of course how could you say no to those adorable Bambi eyes and those breedable puppy ones? And that is why ladies and gentlemen, I think Ramyeonz would be the best to have threesomes with. (I am definetly not biased nope)

HeeJay: Heeseung + Jay

Ahh yes the two oldest of Enhypen. Also known as the softest doms of the dom universe and no I'm not exaggerating. Like they know when you need to have soft comfort sex and when you need to be absolutely destroyed for being the brat that you are. Ngl you being a brat is the best scenario for them because look, as much as they respect you and your sexual space, sometimes they need to fuck you like you're their personal sex toy, and you'd be willing to do that. Imagine, you're just fucking yourself with that expensive pink vibrator from Paris itself, courtesy to Jay not wanting his princess to be bored, and Heeseung just walks in, trying to find his fitness watch, and sees you fucking your cunt, and smirks, leaning against the doorway, and calls for Jay, even though you had begged him not too, knowing that he wouldn't be too pleasured at knowing that you were fucking yourself without permission. And let's just do an RIP to your pussy that day, what with Jay and Heeseung fucking you, one cock in your pussy, the other in your ass, filling up both your holes. Jay would whisper words into your ear from behind, "Fucking yourself were you, kitten? Without your daddy's permission?" And Heeseung would just smirk at you, knowing that you couldn't see Jay's face from behind. And of course your ass is gonna be red as a tomato, after Jay is finished with slapping it. THEY ARE AFTER CARE KINGS THO I WILL DIE BY THIS HILL. jdjksjsb jay just slowly washing you off in the shower and Heeseung putting on your skincare AND YOU JUST GO TO SLEEP WITH TWO HUNKS WITH YOU LIKE GIRL YOU DONT EVEN NEED A BLANKET TO KEEP YOU WARM.

SeungSung/HeeHoon:Heeseung + Sunghoon

Babe. Babe. BABE. Let me tell you THIS DUO IS FOR ALL MY DEGRADATION GIRLIES. Sunghoon's our main degrader and sometimes Heeseung would join in too, telling you that you are nothing more that just their personal sex toy. Angry sex would be the best with them, because duh? Mr Park Sunghoon of Usa just swearing so much into your ear and Mr "playboi" Lee Heeseung whispering the dirtiest shit ever. Heeseung would allow Sunghoon to go first and just sit back and watch as Sunghoon thrusts into you and all you do is whimper, with your hands ties tightly to the bed frame and your legs spread farther than my expectations (they're too far). Sunghoon, of course wouldn't allow you to cum ("Only good girls deserve to cum and you're not much one are you baby?), Until Heeseung gets up, having been getting off in the corner, and leans over your tired face, eyes almost about to roll to the back. "Shh baby." He would whisper, not wanting Sunghoon to hear him, "Hoonie didn't allow you to cum? Aww it's alright, I'll make you cum until it stains the entire bedsheet." And ofcourse Mr Lee would go in with his tongue, having decided that you had enough cock for one day and he made sure, that he got a taste of heaven that night, giving Sunghoon a bit of it too, afterwards.

JayKe/DoubleJ: Jay + Jake

Ahem. AHEM I COMMAND YOUR ATTENTION FOR THE MOST CONFUSING SEX YOU'LL EVER HAVE. Look, Jay and Jake are both sweethearts when it comes to sex and both of them can be like the most sub doms ever. So I'm thinking about you just domming both of them all the time, calling them your good boys. And I have a tingling that they would be THE SHYEST SUBS EVER like they would just mumble whenever they would want something. “Good boys use their words. You’re honestly pathetic.”, say that sentence and they're dead. They would continue fucking against your thigh, when you wouldn't allow them to fuck you , cocks growing red and even more sensitive. “Faster” You would spit, and they would whine yet obey at your commanding tone, hips snapping against your smooth thigh. Their hips would shake and stutter, and it would only be a few minutes. They would be leaking all over you and throbbing, pretty cocks a mess for you. JayKe are for all my dom girlies. (Who I am in love with please dom my pathetic sub ass)

Jayhoon - Jay+Sunghoon

Daddy kink is kinking saur much with this duo. They would love to spoil you so much like you're their little princess. Even under the sheets, they would treat you so much, making sure your cum lasts long. “Go ahead,” you would nod, when they'd wake you up in the middle of the night, begging to fuck you. Jay wouls start to kiss your neck, while Sunghoon would start rubbing your clit, with you moaning into the pillow. Before you know it, Sunghoon would put two fingers in you, while Jay would put his cock in from behind. “You love when we make you feel good, don’t you baby? You're our good girl aren't you? Our princess?” BAM you're dead. (I NEED THEM SO BAD)

JakeHoon: Jake + Sunghoon

Ah yes, the best friend duo of Enhypen. Honestly my brain is kinda short circuiting at what a threesome with them would be like, because they're the complete opposite of each other (as every best friend duo is lol). If you ever made Sunghoon jealous one day and going home he just doesn't talk to you at all and ignores you and ofcourse our Jake, being the sweetheart that he is tries to cheer you up, eating you out upstairs, without Sunghoon knowing and telling you to keep your moans in. But then again, Sunghoon being Sunghoon finds out about Jake having you all to himself and just sits in front of the bed, watching as Jake pushes deeper into your cunt, while your hands are tied to the bedframe and you're still not being allowed to moan to the point that tears start coming out. "I'm done. Wanna finish her?" Jake would say slowly pulling out and wiping his mouth. Sunghoon would just silently nod and get on top of you, spreading your legs, with his nails digging into your skin. "No cumming till I say so, alright?" He would glare into your soul, making you whimper. And the night would will away withe Jake and Sunghoon taking turns to put their cocks inside of you, not allowing you to cum until you're on your knees, begging like (in Sunghoon's words) their dumb cumslut. (Also meow look at the picture sosndnsjwi)

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ambrosialdesire · 2 years ago

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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, p*rn w/ plot, non-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, loss of virginity, forced fingering, forced f oral sex, vaginal sex, bounded hands (kinda), panty-gag, praise & degradation, slight edging, spitting, hair-pulling, forced cheating, all characters are 18+ synopsis: ignoring the romantic feelings of the man you thought was your beloved childhood best friend was never your intention, but you should have given eren a shot. maybe then you wouldn't be begging for forgiveness underneath the star-filled sky. a/n: continuation of boundless, as requested by many anons hehe so this is just straight up smut, mostly cause i'm still practicing how to write it. no i will not write a third part of this little series but i will accept asks about it just like any other fic i've written. i also reached over 500 likes since the start of this blog and i wanna thank y'all sm for the support!! i really didn't expect this much love towards my silly writing and i'm really grateful to be able to share a small piece of what i like to do. have fun with the read! i would love some feedback on the smut and how to improve it cause i feel like it's not up to par lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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A good god would never hurt their creations.

A good god would never bestow pain, sickness, or selfishness within their creations.

A good god would be morally just.

If there was a god here, they wouldn't have created this hellhole called Paradis. If there was one, what a cruel and merciless creator they'd be for letting thousands upon thousands of cannibalistic monsters live across the land.

No amount of written literature or street-wide sermons could convince you that any sort of higher being would create this generational agony out of the kindness of their heart. What was the lesson that humanity needed to learn? Why create this animosity towards the beings that you supposedly love?

You believed in no god. No merciful god was able to exist on this forsaken island.

Yet as Eren pressed the pads of his fingertips against the nub of your clit, the pleading incantations for something or someone — anyone — could not cease from spilling out from behind the cloth.

He sighed in annoyance but still rubbed it in slow circles. "I'd love to hear your voice but you know the rules up here. You don't want to get in trouble do you?"

The amount of pressure around your wrists tightened to the point that you thought he was going to break them, hot tears spilling out of your cheeks. To the best of your ability, you tried relaxing but your legs tensed and squeezed around Eren's waist as he began to pick up the pacing. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you, the dearest boy that you've loved ever since the two of you were little.

"Good girl." He quietly praised under his breath and you couldn't help but feel your heart ignorantly skip from those simple words, parts of his now-long brown hair falling over his eyes as he focused on your lower half.

His eyes had always reminded you of a clear morning sky, bright and confidently focused on the future ahead of him. You've adored those turquoise-blue eyes of his for years, admiration running through your veins whenever you shared a look with him. Now as you were able to catch a glance of them as he played with your now-throbbing clit, only dread crawled up your spine.

He was unrecognizable, a build-up of years of pain and resentment rippling off in a dark stormy sky. This was someone who simply existed to get revenge, tearing through everything to get what he wanted in the end.

This man wasn't your best friend. This man was not your Eren. This was no longer the boy that you playfully chased after over hills and through alleys. Whoever this was on top of you is a stranger.

A monster.

A demon.

He began to dip two of his fingers into your hole, a small shudder of breath escaping you as he slowly pushed one of his digits in. "Fuck, you're tight. That asshole doesn't know what the hell he's doing with you."

It hurt, the stretch from only two of his lithe fingers was foreign to your body. The sound of them going in and out with the slightest sounds of squelching made you cringe internally.

Your boyfriend never touched you once, both you and him promised to save each other until marriage. The idea gave you comfort at the time that no matter what, this fight will be worth it in the end. Since the Titans started to slowly thin out, the chance of finally starting a family with him became even more likely. It seemed that the world thought otherwise, digging its claws deep within your flesh. You shook your head towards Eren, who raised a confused eyebrow before grinning ear-to-ear.

"Don't tell me he never touched you?" He let go of your wrists and the warmth of his hand left from between your thighs. You thought he was letting you go scot-free. The two of you would just forget this night ever happened and go back to pretending that you were the best of friends. Unfortunately, you thought wrong.

Once Eren got an idea in his head, it was difficult to convince him otherwise.

He suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling your lower body close to his face, your legs dangling on-top of his shoulders. His arms tightly wrapped around your stomach and held you upside down, blood rushing to your head. You struggled around for a little bit, confusion and terror melding into your expression before he pressed his mouth against your hardened clit and sucked.

"He's missing out then." He groaned and the vibrations shot through your body, hands gripping at the blanket underneath you. Like a starved man, he lapped up your fluids like it was going to be his last meal. You felt dizzy, from the position you were in and how feverishly focused he was as he continued to lick your folds. A muffled whine came out of your mouth as his tongue started to tease around your slick opening, your head shaking back and forth as you stared at him with scared eyes.

Eren ignored you, squeezing your body even closer to his, tongue now slipping in. He started to hold you with one arm and reached over to play with your clit as he prodded the muscle in you, your legs squeezing around his head. You tried to ignore the pulse in your core when you felt him press against your back, the tears coming back in full force. Never in years have you felt this powerless, especially when it was coming from the very person that you've always looked highly upon.

You felt disgusted as his saliva intertwined with your slick began to drip down your pussy, the flesh becoming glistened in the moonlight. Feeling his fingers soon dip in along with his tongue had you loudly exhale into the gag, your legs shaking as the tips of his fingers brushed against a particular spot with you. He kept poking and prodding till you could feel a heavy pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, an exploding desire to finally release something in your body had your eyes tightly closed shut.

You tried imagining the man that was enjoying you was your boyfriend, that this was your honeymoon and that he was the one that was pleasing you. Yet your body and mind refused to think picture him. The hands and fingers that touched you was far too calloused to be his. The hair that brushed against your inner thighs was too long. The body against yours was more muscular than his.

No matter what you tried to deny, this was Eren. Completely and wholly Eren.

A throaty groan made your whole body tense up and your eyes shoot back open. Eren finally pulled away from your lower half, his eyes half-lidded and dazed with lust. You were in a haze, confused and partially irritated that the pleasure was suddenly stopped, leaving you horridly unsatisfied. His mouth was covered with your fluids and you watched him run a tongue over his lips, a grin forming as he knew what you were thinking.

"I wanna feel you cum on my mouth another time. If I waited any longer, I would've came in my pants." He teased, letting you finally rest flat back on the blanket. You heard the click of his belt and the shuffle of his pants being pulled down, his lower half settling back in-between you.

"Watch me put it in." You shook your head in refusal and closed your eyes once more, but he didn't take that response well from the way he grabbed the top of your head and pulled at the hair roughly for you to look down.

"I said watch." He bore his teeth at you as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the pain making you open them back up. You wished that you kept them closed, your breaths beginning to quicken as you realized his cockhead was getting close to your entrance.

It was a pretty cock, not too girthy nor was it too short. The tip was flushed a soft pink from what you could see in the moonlight, already dripping and glossy with precum. Tufts of dark brown hair trailed down towards the base of it and there was a shadow of a protruding vein that you were able to see on the side of his shaft.

Eren used his other hand to align himself to your hole, and you begrudgingly watched and felt him slowly sheath himself into your pussy. Agony was the first sensation that shot through your body, hands twisting the filthy sheet underneath you. The stretch burned your core and you painfully whined against the gag.

"Fuck — fuckkk — you're so warm and tight." He moaned as he released his hand from your hair. You felt grateful that he hadn't made any sudden movements, letting you at least adjust to the insertion. Perhaps there was still some form of compassion in the man you knew.

His hands went to your hips, gripping and kneading around the fat. You could feel him shaking, his cock twitching against your walls. Eren was never good at restraining himself and it showed, a muffled cry slipping out of you as he began to thrust without warning. You watched as his dick rhythmically slid in and out of you, splitting you in two.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?" He hissed as he continued to rapidly plunge into your slopping cunt. You let out a muted cry as the palm of his hand made contact against the side of your ass, a stinging pain forming. "From the moment we were kids to now, you were and have always been mine."

He was relentless as he pounded into your pussy, every thrust caused sharp but muffled moans into the gag. You wanted to fight back but when you looked back into his eyes, your heart sank down to the pit of your stomach.

Desperation.

The most recognizable expression you've witnessed on others on numerous occasions. He fucked you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do, as if this was a necessity. The tormented expression in his face, the way he bit down on his lip and dug his nails into your hips. No doubt he felt guilty for taking you like this, it was like he had no other option left.

His fingers reached over in between your lips and ripped out your spit-soaked panty, tossing it to the side. You took in heavy gulps of fresh air before he pressed his lips against yours, sloppily rubbing his tongue against yours. It was like he was trying to devour you whole, almost taking the air away from your lungs.

Eren pulled away with a pant, letting you moan out to the world without any more obstruction. "You're a cruel bitch, ignoring my feelings for years like this. Running to some bastard that'll never understand you."

His hips started to slam angrily against yours and reflectively, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging and poking against your cervix, whines slipping out of your lips as he continued to push his dick against it.

"E-eren, I'm s-sorry." You begged, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, hoping that he'd ease up on your poor hole. You heard him breathily scoff at your weak apology.

"Yeah? You're sorry?" He half-heartedly laughed and put one of his hands under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "If you're really sorry, open your mouth for me then slut."

You hesitantly obeyed, confused with his request but at least he stopped thrusting so violently. He grinned cockily and spat on your tongue, your face contorting to a grimace as you felt the warm and thick liquid rest on the surface. You wanted to spit it out, almost gagging as it was nearly sliding down your throat but Eren stopped you from turning your head to eject it out.

"Swallow it." He absolutely lost his mind if he thought you were going to do that. You glared at him but he simply smiled smugly, running his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging at the strands.

"Swallow it and I won't cum in you." The second he said that, your blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. He can't be serious, can he? This was Eren you were talking about, of course he'd be serious.

You hated this, you hated how it felt like you knew him but at the same time, knew nothing about him at all.

With one swift motion, you swallowed and started coughing, trying not to throw up the dinner you had nearly an hour ago. He pried open your mouth with his fingers, checking as if you really did do it and kissed you once more after he finished his inspection.

"Good, you're doing so good." He whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips, plunging you once more with his cock. You unintentionally squeezed him as he angled himself more to hit a spongy spot within your cunt, a dragged out moan coming out as the tip rubbed it.

"You like that, you whore?" You nodded wordlessly as you rolled your head back, pleasure swimming in your muddled brain. You could feel his fingers slip in-between your drenched pussy, curling against your throbbing clit.

"Ha— What would your boyfriend think? His so-called innocent girlfriend being a filthy cock-slut for her best friend." He teased as he rolled his fingertips around the nub, your core clenching around him. You wanted to tell him off — to stop mentioning your boyfriend — but you were so close to that release from earlier that you couldn't focus on what he was saying about him.

You could feel Eren start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more deeper and erratic, his fingers moving faster and faster against your clit until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You could barely hear him tell you that you can do it, that he was almost there too. Your walls gripped around his moving cock and your vision went white, every single muscle in your body became pulled taut as you finally came.

He didn't stop throughout your orgasm, letting out a broken cry as he finally stopped moving. You felt nothing until he sat up and pulled away from your body, whining quietly as he slipped his now-soft cock out of your still-sensitive pussy. With that, you could feel a warm liquid spill out of your hole.

"You p-promised." You sobbed out in a whisper and he silently stroked the side of your face.

"I didn't promise you anything, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you, I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Not even fate will tear us apart." Eren laid next to you, your bodies sweaty and sticky. You couldn't stop crying, letting the tears fall down your face as you stared up at the night sky with him.

"I'll take care of you, okay? You won't need anyone else but me from now on." His calloused hand took in yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and holding it firmly.

"Me, you, and our baby. That's all that matters in the world." You couldn't help but cry aloud at that.

If there was a god, good or bad, may they never let this child live through this hell.

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itsbeeble · 7 months ago

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do you have any tbz recs? maybe with some angst with somewhat happy endings :/ found your blog and i’ve read through ~everything~ and am now in a brain rot

omg first of all thank you for reading my fics 🤭😝

As far as recs go i had to dig a little bit BUT I FOUND SOME OLD FAVORITESSSS LETS GOOOOO

First off: I ALWAYSSSS recommend reading any fics by @from-izzy , @sanaxo-o , @winterchimez , and @sungbeam when looking at the boyz. These four are absolutey incredible writers and honestly are the reasons i started writing more for tbz

Swing My Way by @sungbeam

it wont let me link it wtf but this fic is just so so so good i absolutely love fics like this whether its the idol who's the rich kid or the reader I LOVE THIS FIC SMMMM. It's richboy!eric which is even better (eric my love 😍)

Feeling Things by @jinkoh

idk what it is about android fics but they always have me feeling things (bah dum tssss). This is android!Hyunjae and the way its written is just absolutely beautiful and i will always recommend it

especially to you... by @from-izzy

this is a series written by my pookie izzy and i actually have to go back and reread it very very soon

Kissing In The Rain by @sanaxo-o

This one is written by sana by bff fr and it isnt angsty really but its a cute lil Changmin fic i love it hehe

I Belong To You by @tbzhub

This one is def angsty and a little spicy. I love love love sneaky link fics especially when someone is being an idiot and the other person is sick of them. Juyeon is better than me fr

Heart's Detour by @winterchimez

this godforsaken app wont let me link this fic wtf BUT essentially this is a biker sunwoo fic. i can't believe it's been almost a year since ally posted this masterpiece omg

Plot Twist by @sohnric

if this stupid app doesnt let me link these fics im gonna go crazy. This fic is actually an all time favorite. If you know me you know that i absolutely adore sunwoo (ignore my account and the fact that my bias is eric) and this fic is just so so so well written. It's also gonna turn a year old this month omg

These are some of my favorite fics rn PLS LMK IF YOU WANT MORE BC I'LL HUNT THROUGH THE ENDLESS SUPPLY OF FICS I HAVE

#itsbeeble #kpop #kpop imagines #reese's chats ✏️#reese's recs 💌#reese's anons ☺️#reese's moots 🩵#ally~ ⛄️#sana~ 🍊#izzy~ 🎀#beam~ ⚡️#the boyz #the boyz imagines

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take2thehighway · 1 month ago

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SABES INTRO POST .

hello i’m sabe :p im 18, i love weird and niche movies, psychological horror games, metal, gigs, art, and being terminally online. i use he/him pronouns and im transmasc. im making my great return to tumblr after YEARS and only now just making my interest in tcc public and wanting to connect with people who share the same interest.

MOVIES I 🫀

as you are

we need to talk about kevin

zero day

super dark times

saw

nightmare on elm street

heathers

dogma

mall rats

clerks

+ more that i cannot think of rn

BANDS I 🫀

la dispute

my chemical romance

fall out boy

kmfdm

london after midnight

nirvana

misfits

gg alin

the birthday massacre

alexisonfire

catalyst

life lover

lamp of murmur

combat wounded veteran

+ many more hardcore and post hardcore projects :3c

MORE ABOUT ME

i sometimes post and reblog freaky shit LMAO so if you don’t wanna see that maybe you shouldn’t follow hahaha.

i have a MASSIVE crush on ezra miller LMAO i have written a reader x kevin khatchadourian fic on ao3 under the same user as my tumblr (totally not a self insert fic…. jk it definitely is…)

i take an interest in a variety of tc cases and will reblog and post abt anything that interests me.

sometimes i post vents or sad stuff cause i have a lot of trauma and as a result have ongoing depression and issues with sh. but do not worry about me!

i am a very lonely person who pretty much craves attention or interaction, i hang around on omegle a lot under the tcc or teeceecee tag to talk to people and try be less lonely. if you wanna be friends or chat feel free to message me here :) please know that i only want to chat if you’re 16 or over, i feel uncomfortable talking to anyone younger than that.

TO BE CLEAR

i have no intention of harming others, no thoughts of harming others, i do not have a gun, i have no desire to own a gun. just because i like tcc does not make me want to take action like the perps i talk about. I DO NOT FUCK WITH NAZIS. IF YOU SUPPORT ANY NAZI, WHITE SUPREMACY OR HATEFUL IDEOLOGIES PLEASE FUCK OFF!

have a great day everyone :) thank you for reading!!

#tccblr #tcc tumblr #teeceecee #tcc fandom #zero day 2003 #cal gabriel #tc community #zero day #andre kriegman #ezra miller #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #tcctard #tee cee cee #true cringe community

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venusandsaturnsrings · 1 year ago

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The school year finally ended... I hate college SO much :( but I am alive!! I beg for some crumbs of thoughts on Sunday... -chubby darling anon who is very much alive and finally got a mitsuri scale figure <3

putting all of my other fics, blurbs, and asks on PAUSE for this!! congrats!! no more school foorrr… 3ish months!! after dropping out of uni, i’ve been finally considering going back myself for phlebotomy!! canadas health situation is lack lustre rn and the course is less than one year + paid practicum + immediate job placement which is kinda sweet… CONGRATS ON THE FIGURE TOO!! i recently (like a month and a half ago) procured the hatsune miku jirai kei subculture fashion figure and i cannot stress how pretty she is <3 sits on my pc right now bc my shelves are full… ANYWAYS… love you!!

includes: silly sunday hcs, potential story spoilers, maybe ooc im still feeling him out, praise, degradation, riding crops, his hands…, and gender neutral reader!!

very poignantly the hopeless romantic type. he’s always functioned as a ‘singularity’ of sorts and over the years developed a certain fondness of it, even if it hurts. it’s worth noting he vividly reminds me of the line ‘i miss the comfort in being sad,’ from nirvanas ‘Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle.’ he’s the type of partner to always be stuck in that self-absorbed martyr mindset a little bit.

pragmatic to a fault. Sunday is deeply a skeptic, take his departure from the harmony in favour of the order, as an example. it’s cool because it means you’ll never have to worry about any technicalities but it also means he has a hard time letting go of control or being spontaneous.

very into more subtle romantic gestures and an absolute gentleman. you’ll have flowers at your door at least once a week and he makes sure to take all of your preferences into consideration when planning dates (he will be the one planning). keeps his hand on your lower back most of the time, the waist is far too scandalous!!

not a big texter. he prefers speaking face to face and will call if he can’t come see you. that said, he’ll make sure to like or respond to all of the silly pictures and messages you send, even if it’s a dry ‘haha’ or just a heart. occasionally, you’ll find that he’s sent you a letter, ask about and he’ll shrug and say he simply wanted something more heartfelt if he’s to communicate written. he’s got a special stamp to seal the ones he sends you.

grabs your phone when you go to show him something. no explanation i just feel it in my bones.

although he’s no singer, he’s still a classically trained musician. i imagine he was taught the violin but went on to learn his preferred instrument, the harp, himself. he’s a bit shy about playing so rather than asking, just wait until he thinks it’s late and you’re not around to hear; he’s got quite the set of fingers.

…speaking of fingers, my bread and butter, he’s beyond skilled with playing you. while he enjoys getting down to business, getting to leisurely spread you open and thrum against all your nerves gets him going. could spend hours having you laid out, in his lap, on the floor, wherever, just gently coaxing you open, wet, and pliant for himself.

off of that, he likes you best worn down to soft edges and weak desperation. getting to play the saviour, making you come undone, has him stiff in his pants.

lots of sweet praise and subtle degradation. things like, “you want to be good for me, don’t you my sweet?,” or, “now, now, don’t get greedy on me. be patient, silly thing, and i’ll appease all of your foolish whims,” annddd, “come now, you’ve been so well for me, angel, don’t ruin that with any useless whines.”

he’s not one for being too harsh against you but push the right buttons and you’ll get a ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ here and there. Sunday doesn’t curse but he knows his way around how to make you feel inferior and looked down upon.

he likes the power play of staying fully and pristinely clothed while your completely nude, save for maybe a pretty collar he’s got you belled with. if you’re real trouble, say maybe a no good criminal causing problems on Penacony and once arrested you’re at his disposal and oh so pretty, he’ll find a nice muzzle to fix you with.

strikes, no pun intended, me as the type to have an affinity for riding crops over anything else for punishments. you’ll get the same sugarcoated degradation while he comments on how you’re not even good enough to be so close to his gloved hand that he just must use the crop!! (he likes the pretty bruises it leaves).

#cw: degradation #cw: riding crops #sunday x reader #sunday x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #chit chats #chubby darling anon my beloved!#i think he’s a real slime ball #but… very interesting i fear #i like how… stiff?? purposeful?? assertive?? he is #very much a mixed bag of marbles and i like that!!#kisses u btw

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sherrysgirl · 8 months ago

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drabble?? spencer checking up on sick!medialiaison!reader

cw : reader is sick (cold, flu, anything like that), reader is lowkey addicted to their phone, this is a self indulgent fic for anyone who’s sick rn because apparently ‘tis the damn season

word count : 564

note : i haven’t written a thing in nearly four years and even then my writing was mediocre at best. so, this will absolutely suck but please bear with me. this is just a silly little drabble i wrote cause i was bored. it’s also super boring and there’s absolutely nothing happening because i was too lazy to make it longer. baby steps

the constant loud knocking on your door had woken you up from your supposed nap, that according to the clock, had lasted a whole six hours. you sighed at having wasted a good chunk of your day.

turning around in your bed, you contemplated on opening the door. maybe whoever was standing there would give it up in a minute or two? you were way too sick to leave the comfort of your own bedroom and see anyone right now. unfortunately for you, the person on the other side of the door seemed to be testing your limits as their knocking kept getting louder and louder until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

with a groan you got out of your comfortable bed, left your bedroom and made your way to the door. you took a second to check how you looked in the mirror. tired. exhausted. sick. but it’s fine.

you opened the door to no one other than your colleague and friend spencer reid.

despite the fact that he’d been waiting for you to open the door for him for the past three and a half minutes, he still offered you that typical smile of his that always seemed to make you melt.

ever since you started working as a media liaison for the bau after jj left, you’ve had a soft spot for him. he might’ve been a bit hostile towards you the first couple of days after you were introduced to the team but you had learned about jj and how she was practically forced to leave the job. it hurt you that the team wasn’t entirely accepting of you but you had understood where they came from.

despite the slight hostility from the team at the beginning, you were able to grow close to them and by the time jj got back everyone had been attached to you as well. thankfully, jj had decided to come back as a profiler which meant you were able to keep your job and everyone was happy about how things had turned out.

“did i wake you up? you had me worried for a second. i was about to call morgan to kick your door”, he said as you gestured him to come in.

“why would you worry?”, you stifled a yawn, “didn’t hotch tell you i took the day off since if you couldn’t tell i’m very sick.”

“yes, he did. but i texted you to ask how you were doing and you never answered. which is unusual since you know, you’re always on that phone.”

you pretended to look offended, “wow that’s an insane thing to say. i was taking a nap!”

“a six hour nap?”, the man raised an eyebrow.

“i’m sick give me a break.”, you replied, “is that soup you’ve got here?”

“surprise!”, he lifted the bag up like you haven’t seen him hold it for the past three minutes then proceeded to put it on your kitchen counter.

“thanks, spencer. i didn’t think you’d drop by because of your whole germ thing.”, you teased, “which i completely get by the way. i’m just surprised.”

“well, you’re not contagious anymore. plus, i’ve got my hand sanitizer on me right now.”, spencer remarked.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him as you start heating up your soup.

“i mean it.”, you gave him a smile, “thanks.”

“anything for you.”

this sucks, don’t even talk to me i’m sick to my stomach. i might not be a good writer but at least i know abt being full of love and funny guys pls pls ❤️

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #i wish spencer reid could drop off some soup at my place when i’m sick

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op-sys-chaos · 11 months ago

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The Writing Gremlin has not left me alone lately

So here's what I've been working on!! :)

(I tried to bold stuff so you could skim it to read what you want! I also put a Keep Reading in case you're not interested in DC and DPxDC fanfiction.)

The Pit Made Me Do It (And I'm So Sorry)

a dc fic where the mechanics of the Lazarus Pit are different than canon, leading to lots of angst where Jason is forced to kill Tim if he wants his sanity back

chapter 4 in progress

A Message from the Dead

a group of fics written by several people, including me, based on my dpxdc demon twins prompt about Danny sending Bruce a video revealing his existence

chapter 3 of Looking for a Ghost in progress, other ideas stirring around in my brain

When You Break The Universe, The Universe Breaks You

a dc fic series made in collab with brucewaynehater101 (not tagged bc I feel bad bugging them lmao but go check them out they're awesome) about Tim trying to switch places with Jason moments before his death and breaking the universe in the process, spawning multiple AUs

chapter 2 of Hope of a Wraith in progress

Not So Artificial Intelligence

a fic based on a dpxdc batfamily prompt of the same name by corkinavoid (also not tagged bc again I don't wanna bother them, i've been tagging them enough in the last two days in posts about this, but also they're awesome so go check them out) about Danny getting trapped in the batcomputer and becoming their friendly AI

chapter 3 in progress

Weirdly Competent

a fic based on a dpxdc justice league prompt by @bet-on-me-13 where Danny is a doctor who knows way more than he should about alien biology

I haven't posted it yet but likely will very soon, maybe even tonight!

Twins, or What It Takes to Be Resurrected

a fic based on a dpxdc demon twins prompt I wrote where dead Damian needs Danny to pretend to be him at a gala to help Damian get resurrected, despite the two of them being separated for years

I haven't posted it yet but likely will very soon, maybe even tonight!

I also have like 6 other prompts I want to write for rn too, so keep an eye out for even more fanfiction :D

If you wanna read any of these, go to AO3 and check out my content (I'm brynthewriter over there) or go to the pinned masterpost on my blog (this one or my writing one with the same name as my ao3) for fic links!

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mamawasatesttube · 8 months ago

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Is there anything in fanfics that you would like to explore more into?

*hastily shoves my 12 partly-written wips and 8948278 unwritten fic ideas under the bed* haha whatttt i mean maybe a few ideas but nothing craaaazy...

my wip folder rn:

cass's secret weapon… superstud.docx

gender i hardly know er.docx

i could spread YOU in the sheets.docx

jons big bro has got it going o.docx

nerd 4 geek type friendship.docx

red sub projector. i mean sun. i mean.docx

serlkon tacky earring exchange.docx

tim drake hits on supernova. whore.docx

ttk time.docx

what if im not a spicy enough boyfriend….docx

who would win. two heroes or one ouppy dog.docx

ideas that would take more than just a quick oneshot and therefore that i have not actually committed to doing yet:

tim and kon get trapped in a black mercy-esque shared dream world. for some reason, kon's mental paradise involves dating a guy who's like, almost exactly just tim, but a little to the left. what's up with that? is kon... into tim? but that can't be right because if he was, surely his dream would just involve dating tim. right? it can't just be that this is the hallucination world's solution to kon's desperate fear of ruining things and losing tim because he's convinced he's broken and not made for lasting relationships because he hasn't processed his trauma around being groomed. ...right? (and then tim proceeds to do mental gymnastics that would do the flying graysons proud.)

a rewrite of sotm that includes much more of the steels, an actual talk about the time mae told kon he wasn't worthy of the s-shield and physically ripped the patches off his costume, some real kon & kara, and more discussion of kon's suicidality.

the timkon love square au... ouhhhh it would be so fun. it'd have a backdrop of the superfam being just much more isolated than they are in canon and how that would play into their themes of loneliness in the heart of the world. and it would include tim being a nosy little fuck and being so lois lane-coded.

kon & cassie duet character study or something about their nearly simultaneous realizations of "oh fuck i'm gay" and "wait shit i'm a lesbian" and then the ensuing "oh no was i never actually into you? did i lead you on for that entire time? was i stringing you along and playing cruel games with your heart without meaning to?" guilt. and the catharsis of it all when they come out to each other and realize that this was actually why they felt drawn to each other, and why it felt so safe with each other. would delve into cassie's struggles with how people ripped into her for not being donna and for not being pretty enough, with her grief and her loneliness with the lack of her secret identity, and with her own internalized homophobia, and with kon's struggle to grapple with his previous unacknowledged relationship trauma and how therefore a relationship where his girlfriend wasn't actually into him made him feel so safe. because like. they are so so so important to each other even if it's not romantic and that is important to meeee

the "kon unionizes the labor guild" new krypton au that lives rent free in my mind but that i have not properly plotted out yet but that i still desperately need. it'd be heavy on immigrant feelings and also the kon & kal & kara trio.

...and more!!! augh!!!

#answers #watterbotleop #MANY SUCH IDEAS #NOT VERY MANY ENERGY OR TIME TO WRITE THEM #MY CURSE ! ! ! !! ! !! !

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wands-natsthing · 10 months ago

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Not Enough Pt2

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hey guys I'm so sorry this took so long to get out I hope you all haven’t lost interest lol. I wanted to take my time with this one because I just felt like my writing could be a lot better and I really feel like with this little one-shot or imagine or whatever you call it it has improved and I’d rather you guys wait a while for a more well written piece than to most more frequent and it be shit but anyways I hope you enjoy this I kinda just went all over the place with it so please let me know what you think.

"Not Enough pt 1

Disclaimer: I used “A few weeks” a lot to measure time in this but to give a little bit of an idea it’s been a few months since Piet died (so like 5 months) and like 3 months maybe since reader and Wanda broke up. Also the age gap between Nat and Wanda is like 5 years. I cannot remember if I mentioned that or not. Okie I think that's it.

P.S: I love it when you guys comment so if ya wanna I’d love to read them and If you have any questions about this fic like my thought process while writing please ask them!!

Warnings: Mentions past character death, grief, cheating, mentions of sex but not descriptive, angst, mental illness, break downs, lying. I think that’s please let me know if you see anymore.

Relationships: WandaxNatasha, Wanda/ reader, platonic Bruce x Natasha, Platonic Bruce x Wanda

Summary: Not Enough Pt 2

Word count: 4.1k (My longest fic as of rn)

Y/N Pov

It had been a few weeks since you and Wanda broke up. You had moved all of your stuff out of your shared room into a guess not being able to stand being in there after everything that had happened.

You weren't doing well. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, all you could think about was Wanda.

All you wanted was her. It was still hard for you to grasp. You couldn't believe she had cheated. It still just didn’t seem like something she would do. Your sweet Wanda. The one who always made sure you knew how much she loved you no matter what.

The Wanda that never let you both go to bed angry, The one that would always tell you she loved you before going to sleep, Or on the rare occasions when you left the house without one another. So to say you were distraught that she did something like this was an understatement.

Either way, you didn’t want to see her. You had been avoiding her at all costs. You were doing a good job until you saw her in the common area of the compound hanging out with Natasha.

You had mixed feelings about the woman.

Yes, she was the woman that your girlfriend had cheated on you with, but you felt there was something off.

Natasha was a bit older than Wanda, not by much, only 5 years but still, you couldn’t help but think maybe the older woman had taken advantage of Wanda’s vulnerable state.

You didn't put much thought into it though.

you decided that you were no longer interested in hanging out in the common room after spotting the couple. In a hurry, you turned and went back to your room, completely oblivious to the fact that the younger redhead had noticed you. You missed the longing and regretful look that she had in her eyes.

Wanda’s Pov

I watched you as you went back to what I assumed to be your room. Even though I was the one to break up with you. I missed you, being with Natasha was no longer making me as happy as I thought. Especially after I found out she had lied to me about what happened during the mission when Pietro died.

It was a few weeks before You and I had broken up when she approached me in the kitchen after not leaving what was our shared bedroom for days.

FLASHBACK (of Natasha telling what “Happened”)

We had just finished watching my favorite sitcom, which Pietro and I used to watch all the time. You were doing everything you could to make me feel better, and even though I might not have been showing it, you were helping. I had finally felt well enough to sit in the kitchen for a while and have a snack, which was something I had been struggling to do. So Progress was being made.

As I was eating my snack of apples and peanut butter, Natasha approached me. We didn't talk often, but we weren't strangers to each other. I was quite fond of the fellow avenger. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked as she took a seat next to me. "I'm doing better," I replied, smiling slightly, looking up at her.

"That's good. And how are you and y/n doing?" I found it odd that she was asking about our relationship, but I answered her anyway. "Um, I mean we're okay. We could be doing better, but considering the circumstances, I'd say we're doing pretty well," I said wearily. She looked at me and nodded.

"That's good. Knowing she killed your brother and all." she claimed with what I now know to be a look of “evil” on her face. What she said shocked me.

“Wait what? What are you talking about y/n didn’t kill him? It was an accident, she told me what happened.” I replied getting defensive not liking what she was trying to accuse you of.

“Yeah, but I saw it. Whatever she told you is a lie.”

“Well, what did you see?” I asked, curious to know what she had seen.

She then goes on to tell me how she saw you and Pietro that day in the field fighting bots. For the most part, she told me the same thing you did. Until she added the part where you started fighting each other. “And then they just started fighting each other, I don’t know why. Maybe Y/n got hit in the head or something and started to think that Piet was one of the bots. He tried to knock some sense into her but it just didn’t work and eventually, she pulled out her gun and shot him. I guessed he just wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” She revealed.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh my goodness, Why wouldn't she tell me that? Why would she lie?” I cried looking for some sort of answers.

“I mean I don't know, think about it. Would you want to tell your girlfriend you killed her brother?”

What she said made sense to me, I could understand why you wouldn’t tell me but that wasn’t the relationship we had created. We were always very honest with each other from the beginning no matter what the circumstances were.

Heartbroken with the new knowledge I had just learned I still had one question.

“What were you doing? Why didn’t you stop them or help? Or something?” I desperately questioned.

Natasha shuffled in her seat a little before she answered me.

“I tried but I was busy fighting and helping get civilians to safety myself.”

I nodded at that understanding her reasoning.

END FLASHBACK

After our talk that day we continued getting to know each other more and more and I was drawing myself farther and farther away from you. I did feel bad about it but not bad enough to stop. I wanted you to feel the same pain that I felt when I thought you lied about what happened.

It wasn't until a few days after we broke up that Natasha's true colors started to show.

At the beginning of our relationship, Natasha tried to make me happy in her own way, much like you did. However, while you focused on letting me know that it was okay to feel my emotions and cry, Natasha often brushed me off and tried to distract me with sex. When I declined, saying that I wasn't in the mood, she would get irritable and act off for the rest of the day.

That’s what happened the day I found out that you were telling the truth about what happened during the mission.

FLASHBACK

I was having a bad day, which was as expected every once in a while. I knew some would be harder than others, but I had been improving and not struggling with basic tasks every day, today was an exception though.

All I wanted to do was stay in bed and watch the old sitcoms Piet and I used to but Natasha wasn’t having that.

All she wanted to do was have a beep. She kept begging me all day and getting pissy every time I would say no.

I was getting tired of it so I thought as a distraction now would be a good time to finally get my mission report done for that mission.

I had been given some grace given everything that happened but I wasn’t excluded completely.

I made my way down the hall to the conference room where everyone does their mission reports or papers of the same sort.

When I got there I saw a few pens and other unfinished reports scattered on the rectangular wooden table. I was going to let them be until I saw Natasha's report sitting there among the others. Curious about what she had written, I decided to read it.

Reading other people's reports wasn't forbidden but it was considered as an invasion of privacy, so I knew I shouldn't do it but I just couldn't help myself for some reason.

While I was reading the report, I realized that some information was missing.

None of the things she had told me that day were mentioned in the report. I was sure that it wasn't because she had not finished it yet. She never left the room until it was completed, and I knew that she would never lie in a report. That only meant one thing.

she had lied to me.

I was confused as to why she would lie to me, knowing that it would break us up. I knew the only way to know the truth was to ask her. So, I left the room with her report in my hands, forgetting about my report that needed to be completed.

I headed towards the training room, knowing that's where she would be. Before I approached her, I hid her report behind my back, not wanting her to know that I had read it just yet.

When I walked in, she was bench pressing. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked with urgency. "Can it wait? I'm in the middle of a set," she said, breathing hard. "No, it needs to be now, it's important," I replied, losing my patience.

She re-racked the bar, sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. "What's up?" I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, not wanting to cause a scene. "Can you tell me what happened that day on the mission when Piet died again?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I've already told you what happened, why do you want to keep hearing it?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "Because I just want to know the truth," I replied. "Well, I already told you the truth," she answered. I nodded, "That's funny, so what would this be then?" I asked as I pulled the mission report out from behind my back.

The look on her face was priceless," I thought to myself. "Where did you find that?" she asked with a look of guilt on her face. "It doesn't matter where I found it, what matters is why you lied to me!" I cried, hitting her chest with my hands.

She gently grabbed my hands to stop my attack and took a deep breath before explaining something I never thought would be her reasoning. "I lied because I wanted to break the two of you up. You both seemed so happy, even with everything, and I wanted to experience that for myself. I wanted to feel special. And I knew that if I lied, you would believe me because people who are grieving are more likely to believe a lie than people who are not."

I was shocked by what I heard and even more so to see her crying, something I had never seen her do in the year I had been living here. Even though what she did was severely messed up, I could understand why she would do it. We had similar life experiences, and in our lifestyle, what you and I had was rare.

While I could understand, I was still very upset that she would even do something like that and that I would even believe you would lie to me. All that was on my mind at this moment was you. I had to get to you and explain everything, even if you didn’t believe me and never wanted to speak with me again. It was important to me that you knew the truth.

“I have to go,” I sobbed, taking my hands out of her embrace. “I need to explain everything to y/n.” However, that thought was short-lived.

“No, NO! Please don’t leave me,” she begged as she walked me back into a wall. “I need you. I'll do better at anything. Everything, just please don’t leave me.”

I could feel her emotions through me, and they almost became too much. It felt so weird to see her like this. One of the most powerful Avengers, who I looked up to, was begging me on her knees to stay with her. It showed how you could have everything in the world, but if you didn’t have anyone to love or be loved by, you were absolutely nothing.

Feeling for her I decide to comfort her now and talk about everything else later. “Okay, okay I'll stay, I won’t leave I promise.”

END FLASHBACK

"I had been dealing with this for a couple of weeks.

Whenever I confronted her, she would break down and plead with me not to leave her. But after seeing the sorrowful look in your eyes as you walked past the common room, I couldn't bear the thought of you not knowing what happened any longer. So, I decided to talk to you. I got up, leaving Natasha sitting on the couch, and told her that I was going to the bathroom.

As I made my way to your room, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, and my hands were sweaty. When I arrived, I took a deep breath and knocked on your door."

Y/n Pov

I had just returned to my room when I heard a knock at my door. Even though I didn't feel like being bothered, I had to get up and answer it. To my surprise, Wanda was standing there, looking anxious. I was unsure of what she wanted, and even though I didn't particularly want to see her, it was nice to have her there. However, I didn't want to reveal that to her.

“Um, hi. What do you want?" I asked, curious about why she had come to my room. She looked down at her hands and fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers that I had always found endearing. Smiling at the memory, I waited for her response. "Hi, I was wondering if we could talk?" she finally replied, her voice shaking a little. "Why now? You haven't wanted to talk all this time, what's changed?" I asked, confused by her sudden request. "I know, but I need to speak with you. If after you hear me out, you don't want to speak to me again, I completely understand. I'll leave you alone. But please, I need you to hear me out," she pleaded, taking hold of my hands.

I decided to hear her out and stepped aside to let her in. As she passed by me, I caught a whiff of her flowery perfume and took a deep breath, remembering how her scent used to linger on my pillowcases. I gestured towards the chair in the corner for her to sit while I took the end of my bed. We sat in silence for a while until she finally spoke.

Wanda’s Pov

I was lucky enough to have you let me in. Now, it was time for me to tell you everything. I was so nervous. Despite having rehearsed everything that I wanted to say, I found myself at a loss for words now that I finally had the chance to.

Eventually, I decided to recount everything that had happened from the very beginning. I started with how Natasha approached me in the kitchen, and then to describe how she treated me and how I found out that she had lied, along with the reason behind it. I was afraid to hear what you would say.

"That’s everything that happened. I know that nothing can excuse what I did to you, but I need you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you that day when I told you that you weren't enough. It wasn't true, and I regret believing her instead of you. I know there's probably nothing I can say to fix this, but I just need you to know that." I said with tears in my eyes.

You looked at me with an expression that I couldn’t read. What you did next surprised me though.

Y/n Pov

After hearing everything you had to say. I felt as if everything made sense. I was saddened to know that my assumption from earlier about the older woman had been mostly correct but glad to know that the woman whom I fell in love with was exactly who I thought she was. My sweet Wanda.

I got up and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and took her face in my hands. Whipping away some of the tears that had fallen from her green orbits. I looked into her eyes and said, “I forgive you.” By the look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t expecting that she quickly jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I creased her back as I felt her body shake with sobs. I continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down. After a few moments, she was calm enough to have a conversation and I had some questions to ask her.

“I have some questions to ask you but first I want you to know that I’m glad you told me everything and that I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. Anyone would’ve been vulnerable and confused in your situation. You did the best that you could and I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come since a few months ago and I want you to know what she did to you is not okay.” I didn’t expect a vocal reply out of her, however, I did feel her nuzzle her nose into my neck.

I continued with my little speech. “Now time for the questions,” I said while taking her chin in my hands to get her to look at me. “Did she ever force you to do anything you didn’t want to? You can just nod your head yes or no.” I asked, raising my eyebrow so she would know what I was implying. I see her shake her head at me. “Okay good, that’s good. Do you know what you want to do yet?”

She moved out of my embrace a little to sit up so she could answer. “Yes, I don’t want to be with her anymore but every time I try to have a conversation with her she breaks down like she did in the gym.” She cried. I thought for a few seconds before I answered her. “I have an idea but it’s going to be a lot, are you up for it?” She looked up at me and nodded.

Over the next few days, we talked over and over about what would be the best way to go about it. When we finally got it it was time to execute it.

Wanda’s Pov

Your plan had been brilliant, It was the best thing for everyone involved although not to get hurt but that still didn’t make this any easier. Even after everything that Natasha had done I still cared for the woman but this was the best thing for her. All I had to do was get her to Bruce and he would pretty much do the rest since you had caught him up on everything that had happened. Natasha was sitting in the kitchen drinking a protein shake when I approached her. “Hey, Tasha, I was wondering if you would come down to the lab with me. I need to grab something from Tony. He said it was something about “New and improved armor.” I asked, leaning against the counter trying to not show my nerves. “Yeah sure I'll come with you.” She answered, grabbing her protein drink off the counter to take with her.

When we got to the lab she opened the door for me. I walked in and my eyes met with Bruce. I searched his emotionless eyes with my nervous ones hoping that he could give me some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do.

As we walked in farther Bruce walked up to us with a blank look on his face. Natasha was the first one to speak. “Hey, Bruce. Tony said he had some new armor for Wanda?” I grabbed her hand to get her to look at me thinking I should be the one to break the news. “Um, actually Nat we’re not here for that, Bruce wanted to speak with you,” I explained gently, trying to keep her as calm as possible. “Speak to me? Speak to me about what?”

She was a little cautious about what was going on. I looked to Bruce for help, thinking he would know how to answer her better than I would. “I just want to talk, you know, checking in with how you're doing.” He answered her. “Well, I’m doing fine. I need to know what this is about and I need to know now.”

Not wanting to upset her more than I already have, I decided to just tell her. “Listen,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with accepting help. Even the strongest people fall sometimes.” She looked at me with worry in her voice and asked. “I- I what are you talking about?” “I spoke with him about what you told me in the gym and about everything,” I replied, almost holding my breath. I worried about what the outcome of this would be. “And he thinks that he has some things that can help you.” She looked at me with wide eyes before stating. “What I’m not crazy…I’m not crazy.” I quickly reassured her and said, “No one said you are not like I said it's okay to need help sometimes,” hoping that she would understand.

It seemed like she did as she took a deep breath and surprisingly agreed to hear Bruce out as long as I sat there and listened with her, I agreed to do that seeing as I did just surprise her out of nowhere with this. After we listened to Bruce talk about what would be her treatment plan. She seemed to be more comfortable with the idea.

When we were walking out of the lab she stopped. I turned around to see what was the hold up when she said something that I wasn’t expecting. “I’m sorry for what I did, Really sorry.” She said looking down at her feet. “And I want you to be happy, You deserve to be happy and I know that you aren’t that with me but you were with y/n and if you need me to explain everything to her I will but you deserve to be happy and be with someone who is just as amazing as you are.” She continued this time looking me in the eyes. I was shocked as to what I was hearing but not wanting to leave her hanging I replied. “Thank you for apologizing and I accept your apology. I do not need you to talk to Y/n but I do appreciate the gesture.” She nodded at me. “So I guess this is it?” You looked at her and gave a sad smile. “Yes it is, but I will be here if you need to talk and I want to be updated on how your treatment is going.” She smiled back at you and replied “I will keep you updated. Bye, Wanda.” “Goodbye,” I said as I walked away from her feeling sad but excited to go and see you.

When I finally found you, you were in your room reading some book that I couldn't see the name of. I ran into the room and jumped on your bed. You giggled and put the book down, then said, “I'm guessing it went well?” I nodded my head, smiling. “It went a lot better than I was expecting. Your plan worked,” I said. You looked at me, smiling, “I told you it would,” you said while scooting over to make room for me. As I was getting comfortable, I felt you staring at me. I looked up at you and asked, “What?” You blushed and replied, “Nothing, you're just really beautiful.” I surprised myself and started leaning up to kiss you. I went slow, not the perfect knowing if you were ready yet, but letting you know that I was. I soon knew that you were when I felt your lips on mine. I smiled softly as I broke away from the kiss. I then snuggled up in your arms, not certain of what we were in the moment, but sure of one thing: you are enough for me.

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