#my neighbor came home w her kid while I was doing it

[makkie-is-screaming]

had to put one of my plants in the garage Friday bc there were bugs on it and I didn’t want them spreading to my other plants. Went to check in it this morning and it was covered in eggs.

[quickiesgirl]

In the Kitchen - Wanda Maximoff

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Semi-Public Sex, Kitchen Sex, Cunnilingus, 50s Theme, Alternative Universe, My Shitty Writing.

Kinktober 1 - Kitchen Sex

You weren’t entirely thrilled receiving an invitation to the summer block party, thrown by your neighbor, Agnes. As fun as it may seem to fellow Westview residents, you rarely cared for the large, interactive crowds.

Instead, you enjoyed being in the presence of your family, whereas your wonderful wife, Wanda, was a social butterfly. Yet, even with these different traits, you still found some interesting ways to work around them.

Wanda glanced over her shoulder watching you walk through the kitchen door, well-dressed, and fresh out of the shower. 

“Almost ready, my love?” She asked with the sweetest, most loving tone, untying the white, laced apron around her waist to lay it on top of the countertop, watching as you walked through the kitchen door, well-dressed, and fresh out of a shower.

“Almost,” You repeated, leaning into the side of the counter, feeding the thin, leather belt through your trousers, noticing the silence that filled the active household, “Did the boys already head outside?”

“Yeah, they’re out on the lawn playing with Señor Scratchy.”

You took a moment to admire the missis. She looked absolutely stunning, standing there, dressed in her new blouse, bought specially for this occasion, and a bright, flowy pencil skirt that stopped mid-knee, hugging her hips in just the right places.

You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist, chest pressing into her back while your chin lowered upon her shoulder with pursed, pouty lips, “Sure we can’t stay home today?” 

“Honey, we have to show up to the block party, Agnes is counting on us to bring the pies. I just hope I followed her grandmother's recipe correctly..." She said, glancing down at the recipe card, squinting her eyes, and knitting her brows together at the barely eligible writing scribbled across it. 

Wanda quickly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her attention was now set on the warmth spreading through her entire body as your lips began to lay kisses along the back of her neck, her floral-scented perfume filling your nose as you hummed softly and allowed your hands to caress her round, curved hips. 

Wanda sighed softly, cheeks growing a shade of scarlet as she tilted her neck to the side, allowing you more space to do as you please. 

Intoxicated by your touch and attention.

You move up slowly, soft lips brushing against the ridge of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, whispering in that dominant tone, “mhm, least I’ll have my gorgeous wife by my side,” 

She spun around in your embrace, laying her hands upon your clothed frame and sliding from your waist up to your breasts to adjust the collar of your long-sleeved button-up. 

“You know, no one would mind us being a few minutes late,” You suggested knowingly, inching your face closer to hers, “Just a little taste, baby?” 

Wanda immediately looked around seeing the many open windows surrounding the two of you, along with the frequently used door leading into the kitchen, “In here? W-what if someone sees us, or the kids walk in on us?” 

“No one will catch us, darling. I’ll be listening for the door the entire time.”

That look on your face tells everything she needs to know, all your wants and desires, without even having to read your mind. It made her ache for your touch. “Promise?” 

“I promise.” You smirked, watching her slowly move in, lacing her arms around your neck and connecting her lips to yours for a deep, intimate kiss.

Before she could think, you pinned her to the kitchen counter and grabbed ahold of her upper thighs to swiftly place her on top, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. Your action sends a wave of heat between her thighs. She loved it when you’re forceful.

Wanda slowly kicked off her pearl-colored kitten heels, dropping them to the floor as she draped her arms over your shoulders, feeling your hands massage the underside of her smooth legs, the metal of your wedding ring cold and prominent against her skin, reminding her of the undying love you share for each other. 

With a twist of her wrist, her fingers blazed with red translucent energy, using her powers to suddenly close the kitchen shutters that looked in on the dining room table and living room, giving the two of you some much-needed privacy.  

Wasting no time, you pushed her skirt up and discarded her white panties to the floor, kneeling down, face inches away from her pretty, hairless pussy, already glistening with arousal. 

Eyes fluttering shut, taking in her sweet aroma with each breath before pressing your warm, wet tongue just above her entrance, licking a long, teasingly slow strip between her folds till you reach her sensitive bud, feeling her pulsate beneath your touch. 

Wanda sucked in a sharp breath, instantly dropping her hands up to grab ahold of your hair and push you deeper, showing you exactly where she needed you the most, causing you to devilishly smirk at your beautiful wife before pulling her hood back ever so slightly to reveal her swollen, sensitive clitoris, finally giving her some well-deserved attention. 

 The second the tip of your tongue swirled around, a pretty moan escaped her lips. Her head arching back as she squeezes your hair between her fingers, feeling the heat already pooling in her stomach. The weight of her gorgeous thighs now strung over your steady shoulders. 

“Best keep those eyes on me, sweetheart…” You said in less of a suggestion and more of an order, “I wouldn't want you to miss the show.” 

Wanda’s heavy gaze lowered, lashes batting as she watched your tongue work and maneuver her sweet spots between those pink, puffy lips, licking and teasing till her legs were trembling around your head. 

Your mind was set on one thing, getting a taste of that sweet cum gushing across your lips. 

 Her little pornographic sounds began to build, more and more, until they were spilling out of the kitchen. She was struggling to remain quiet. 

Wanda bunched the beautifully old-fashioned material of her dress in the palm of her hand, digging her long, painted nails into the fabric as her other hand reached down to grip the edge of the wooden counter, searching for any form of support so she could roll her hips on your tongue. 

A coil lay in her stomach, tensing and tightening, pulling her closer to release. 

“Mhm, that’s it, pretty baby,” You growl, grabbing hold of her hips over the soft material of her skirt to arch her pelvis forward and hold her still while you sink into her wet, tight hole, allowing your tongue to side in and out relentlessly, stroking her velvety walls while you fucked her forcefully. 

“Please, I'm gonna come! Y-you're gonna- make me cu-mmuhh~” She reached her tipping point, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her body tensing under your touch, unable to hold back any longer. 

Her cunt contracted, releasing her sweet juices along your tastebuds, painting your tongue like so many times before, yet every time, it was just as sweet as the last.

You happily cleaned her up, and slowly dragged your hands down, planting gentle kisses along her plush inner thigh while you ogled your wife, who was beautiful as ever with that dazed, euphoric look across her face.

The sound of the front door slamming shut instantly caught your attention. Your eyes broaden, listening to Billy shout from the living room, “Mom? Mom? Hey, where is everyone?”

Wanda gasped, hurriedly standing to her feet, hands flattening down her skirt, and slipping back into her heels as you swiped her panties from the floor and tucked them into your back pocket.

“We’re in the kitchen.” You spoke up, dragging your thumb over your bottom lip, collecting the rest of her juices to lick away before gazing in her direction, “We’ll be finishing this later.”

She blushingly smiled, trying to hide it as soon as Billy and Tommy rushed through the swinging door with pure excitement on their faces.

You made her needy, sick thoughts begin to wander, anticipating sundown when the kids are tucked away in bed, peacefully asleep while their moms finally have some alone time. 

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[icarusredwings]

Eggs in the morning, hand on my heart.

Thinking about early mornings in the Wilson-Howlett household.

When Wade gets up early from the sun just slowly rising until it hits his eyes, the warmth of the sun on his husband being enough though the growlish snores are a reward for not waking him.

Boys workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

Logan, almost immediately waking up from his lover sneaking away, can hear him trying his best to stay silent while rummaging through the kitchen pans to start breakfast.

I just think about my baby. I'm so full of love I could barely eat.

Letting out a large yawn, he groans as the streach and pops of his bones are drowned out by the soft morning playlist that's quietly ringing in through the small house.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby. I'd never want once from the cherry tree.

It was one of the things he moved so much about him, adoring how caring he was and mundane that he had a playlist for everything. He would never lie about that.

Cause my baby's sweet as can be. She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me.

From sweeping, to dishes, to sex so sweet it felt like no one else in the world mattered. Kisses so delectable that as he dragged himself to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth twice and then once more for reassurance.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth.

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her.

Closing his eyes, he litsened to the song, hearing small footsteps leaving their rooms as he washed his mouth out, squishing around a shot worth before watching it exit the home, swimming down the drain.

Boys, when my baby found me. I was three days on a drunken sin.

See, Many people that met him or who previously knew Logan assumed one or two things. One was right. The other they were far from the truth, as wrong as one could be throwing a dart in the dark. One. That he had drinking problems. And two? That he could do better then Wade. He heavily disagreed. Infact, he'd argue that Wade could do better then him.

I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib.

Slowly, he comes to each room, giving a small tap with a finger, opening the room with a large sign that read 'No boys allowed'. "Breakfast soon." He whispers to a kit who was just recently pulled from sleep, eyes as drowsy as the day Wade brought him home. With a smile he came to the neighboring door, Giving a knock but when he opened it, the bed was empty. He rolls his eyes... kids... always so eager to grow up.

And I was burnin' up a fever. I didn't care much how long I lived.

He was an idiot for following him here. Agreeing to stay a week. And then 2 weeks. And then a month. And then 2 months and so on. And now? He'll never leave. Not if it can be helped.

But I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did.

He remembered during his stay wondering what he would tell Wade if he ever interogate him of his past life. About who he knew and what evil things he's did wrong to make everyone hate him so badly.. but he never asked.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

This always came oddly to Logan, seeing as.. how much of a moron do you have to be to let someone who was officially the worst person out of all themselves into their bed?

My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done.

How many brain cells did you have to loose to let someone who you've no idea what terrible atrocities they've commited with their bare hands, stay in your home?

If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me.

After evert mess up, every accident, evert mistake that he's ever made, Wade was never mad or upset with him. He never told him to leave. Infact he begged him to stay. Begged him to give himself more chances. He loved him. The way many others refused to.

When I was kissin' on my baby, she put her love down soft and sweet.

Beelining for the kitchen, Logan was careful not to trip on the ugly dog that came right between his legs, excited to greet him. Picking her up, he gives her a pat only to hand her to his darling girl at the table, giving her a small peck on the head as well, despite her being on her phone and grumbling a soft "ugh..Dad.." In protest.

In the low lamp light I was free, Heaven and hell were words to me.

Finally, he makes it to the one by the stove, who's carefully cracking ivory eggs into the sizzling pan, careful not to bust the yolks, a side of toast pre popped from the toaster to his left. His pink frilled cotton apron reading 'Kiss the cook', and so he did. Snaking his arms around him, he hummed deeply as he laid his chin on his shoulder. Taking in a large whiff of him, he moves one of his hands to his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, a hand on his waist, feeling each small sway.

"When.. my ..time comes around, Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth..No grave can hold my body down...

I'll crawl home to him."

Logan places a kiss to his neck. The sweet giggles from him were enough to not feel shame, but pride as he pushes his cheek into his shoulder, the dark crimson reaping onto his flushed cheeks like a roses bloom.

To Logan? The thorns were worth it.

[glitterinmyveinss]

// say yes to heaven //

johnny knoxville x reader

authors note: Johnny goes by PJ, some things might be innacurate apologies in advance, mentions of homophobic slurs (i can say it)

❥༄ It's a warm july evening, the sunset sky looks like cotton candy, the kids are still out playing, and me and pj are on the steps of his trailer drinking some cold beers. i've known pj ever since me n my mom first moved to Tennesse at age 5. i ponder back on that moment, the memory still fresh in my mind.

❥༄ "y/n! get your boxes from the back of the uhaul girl!" my mother shouted. i sighed and made my way from the empty field to the back of the van we came in while my mother put her belongings inside our new home. a boy around my age with dark chocolate hair, warm brown eyes, and a horrendous haircut came up to me. "are you my new neighbors?" he asked enthusiastically. i nodded shyly. "cool! i'm pj by the way. my trailers right there." i glanced over to where he was pointing. i noticed a brown trailer with white stripes, white steps, and various beer cans and cigarette butts littering the patch of grass in front. i turned back to him and introduced myself back. "my names y/n. my parents divorced so we moved here." "mine are divorced too! wanna be friends?" we've been inseparable ever since.

❥༄ i set down my can with a sigh and put my hands in my hair. i've lived in the same trailer ever since, things never really got better for me and my mom. i started working at the local jcpennys working the beauty department but that's it, and Pjs been working with his dad at his auto repair shop ever since we were 13. pj turned to look at me, his brows furrowed and his eyes fixated on me. "what's troublin' you doll?" i picked my head up with a sad smile. i loved when he called me that. "whens it gonna get better peej?" i let out a dry chuckle. "i mean are we just gonna stay in this town our whole lives? living pay check to pay check?" he huffed and turned away from me. "i don't know y/n...why are you bringing this up?" "because i don't want that to be my life pj. maybe it was good for our parents but...don't you want different?" he took another sip from his can and a long drag from his cigarette and was quiet for a while. "of course i want different but it's not that simple y/n...plus the world needs workers like us and our parents anyway." i couldnt belive what he was saying. it was so out of character for him. he was never one to conform to society despite us growing up in the south where you'd get called a fag for just about anything. but people didn't care when it came to pj. he could be wearing a tutu and still look cool. that's why i didn't understand why he was giving up his future to stay in a town like this when the world had so much more to offer him, to offer us. "you know, i don't get you sometimes pj." i threw my can on the porch and sat up. "when are you gonna wake up y/n?" he shouted at me. i looked at him wint utter confusion painted on my face. he stared back at me with those piercing dark eyes. anytime i looked into them, it was like i was stuck in place, and like the rest of the world was no more, just me and pj. "w-what do you mean?" i spoke. he scoffed at me and continued, still shouting. "do you think it's that easy? that we can just leave this all behind and start a new life like that?" i huffed in frustration and crossed my arms, "that's not what i meant and you know it. i just meant that we both have dreams pj. what about your writing?" he turned away from me and shook his head, his eyes were even darker now due to his mood. i noticed there were imprints on his can due to his grip on it. "what about my writing y/n? you heard my dad." a while ago, pj shared with his dad his dreams of being a writer, and how he wanted to write for this magazine in LA, just to get his foot out the door. his dad didn't take it well at all and said he better get the wrench he asked for because writing won't pay the bills. i stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. pj got up to stomp his cigarette out. when he was done he locked eyes with me. he stared at me with such intensity, it made my knees buckle and my stomach flip. maybe it's a good thing he wore shades 99.9% of the time. i wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug him, let him know that anyone who doubted him didn't know what they were talking about. that me and him could make it on our own. but we were just friends. and he was even more stubborn drunk than he was sober. he turned to go inside then stopped. "you better get home y/n...it's getting dark." i felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes, like bees in the summer time. this wasn't the first time we fought like this, but it's the first time he didn't invite me in afterwards. usually he'd say something along the lines of sorry, or how he has some left over apple pie he needs help eating, really he would say any excuse. but this time, it was like he wanted nothing to do with me. "you're a coward philip and you know it." i shouted. "you have just as much potential as anyone else in this world to do something great, but you're scared!" he stayed with his back towards me, his fists clenched and his head low. "leave y/n."

❥༄ i stared at him until my vision became blurry with tears, which didn't take long. i've always been emotional. i ran away from him, in the direction of our old elementary. i always went there when things became too much to handle and i just needed somewhere to escape to. once i got there i sat on the old rusty swings that squeaked each time you swayed. i felt like shit. maybe i was too hard on pj. it's just that all i wanted was for me and him to have a good future. maybe the reason why i got so mad was because i imagined our futures would be us as lovers, not best friends. i wish i brought one of those beers before i left. i heard rustling coming from my left side and when i turned to look, i saw pj. i turned away and stared at the ground. it was quiet for a while while he sat on the swing beside me. "i'm sorry doll. i didn't mean to yell at you like that, you know how i get when i drink coors." i began to sob as i spoke, "no peej i'm sorry, i was too hard on you." i put my head in my hands and hid my face. pjs eyes scrunched up as he began laughing at me. "oh come on y/n, no need to bring out the water works. we're all good girl" he moved his hand and began rubbing my back. i sniffled and picked my head up, turning to him with a small smile that he returned.

❥༄ it was like that for a while. just me and pj swaying back and forth, till he spoke up. "you know i'm not a coward y/n..." i faced him and frantically began explaining myself. "i know pj i'm sorry it's j-" he cut me off. "the only reason why i'm not doing what i want is because... i wanna keep you close to me." i stayed staring at him. my eyes wider than usual, and my lips tucked between my teeth. "the magazine i wanna write for is based in LA. that means i would have to move there." i remained quiet. he turned to look at me. "come on y/n say some-" it was probably the alcohol more than me, but out of no where, i decided to kiss him. his lips were warm snd soft, i could still taste the cigarettes and coors on his breath. i felt euphoric and nauseous all at once. i pulled away awkwardly and faced him. "i'm sorry peej, i don't know-" he cupped the side of my face and pulled me in for a second kiss. after a minute we pulled away, but we were stuck staring at eachother, like one would disappear if the other dared to look away. "i'll go with you." i spoke, barely above a whisper. pj scrunched his face in confusion. "pardon?" i rolled my eyes at him. sometimes he was such an airhead. "i'll go with you to LA. just say the word and i'll go pj." he stared at me with a goofy crooked smile and picked me up from the swing. i squealed as he threw me over his shoulder. "let's start packing then. we'll get the first flight out as soon as we're done." even though i was upside down and felt dizzy, i couldn't be happier.

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 27: Trick-or-treating

Warnings: none

One thing Bradley found endlessly amusing about you was that you really liked trick-or-treating.

So much so that you really wanted to do it again.

As usual you had grown out of it, not being allowed to go anymore when you were deemed ‘old enough’, but secretly you really missed it.

Bradley had been the first boyfriend you had felt comfortable enough to tell and when you did he started joking about it, but in a loving, rather respectful way.

Every year you watched the little ones pass by and you were so excited when you had a kid, enjoying every bit of her growing up, but especially being there for her first trick-or-treating.

You had asked Mav to house sit for the evening as the two of you wanted to go with little Carrie, named after Bradley’s mother, not King’s heroine, for her first ever trick-or-treating.

She was wearing a flight suit that looked just like her dad’s, because she was very much her daddy’s girl.

Carrie was still quite young but after a few times during which you went up to the door with her she enthusiastically did it on her own, her little voice carrying just far enough to bring the telltale ‘trick or treat!’ exclamation to the family’s ears.

Most of the houses you had chosen were owned by people you knew, your neighbors, friends and family were all delighted when your little sunshine came to visit, in her dad’s outfit nonetheless.

The oohs and awws were music to your ears and your little angel was encouraged by so many positive social interactions.

You were incredibly happy that evening and just relished in the happiness you and Bradley had created for yourself, and your baby girl.

You followed her around a few feet behind and watched Bradley’s grin of pride as well, his chest seemed to swell every time someone said that his baby was cute or kind, and you reached out your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, sharing his joy and pride.

His thumb continuously ran over the back of your hand and he occasionally squeezed it too, seeming as happy as you were in the moment.

You followed Carrie around until you ended up at your next door neighbor's house, a sweet older lady that always loved to see your little joy.

She cooed when she opened the door and waited until Carrie said what she had come to say, the ‘r’ in ‘trick’ and ‘treat’ turning into a ‘w’ due to her exhaustion because of the excitement of the day.

Mrs. Baker only smiled as a yawn left your daughter’s lips.

“My, you seem to have had a busy day,” she said and Carrie nodded, waiting for your neighbor to bring out the candy.

The elder lady took her time as she looked at Carrie’s outfit, and then back over to Bradley and you.

Your husband pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around your waist, looking back at your neighbor with pure happiness.

“You want to be like daddy some day?” She asked, and Carrie nodded vigorously.

A humorous look crossed Mrs. Baker’s face as she glanced at you, knowing exactly what it would mean for you.

You laughed back at her and she moved to get the candy, holding it out so Carrie could grab a handful of it.

The little one scurried back towards you and you ran a hand through her hair while Bradley took the candy from her.

After saying goodbye you went home to Mav, who took Carrie upstairs and got her ready for bed.

You followed Bradley into the kitchen where he sat the bucket filled with candy down, turning around to pull you closer until you were pressed against him, with him leaning against the kitchen isle.

He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you.

“I know you love trick-or-treating. Was it like you imagined?” He asked as his lips ghosted over your cheeks.

“It was better,” you replied, remembering how happy seeing your little one had made you.

Bradley chuckled as his lips moved to yours, setting a few soft kisses on them.

“I’m glad. I love you,” he whispered, before he started to kiss you in earnest.

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Friendship In Raven Brooks: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: They all just wanted to live their lives, and then they met each other and became the bestest friend group you'll ever see.

Chapter 3

Nicky went to Aaron's house the next day, and they started hanging out together. During that time, Aaron introduced him to his sister, Mya.

At first, Nicky and Mya weren't really sure they'd get along. But when Aaron left the room for a while, they started talking.

"Do you like lockpicking?", asked Nicky. Mya shook her head, "I'm more into dolls. I've never really been into...whatever you're interested in."

Nicky watched as Mya played with the little carpety arms of her ragdoll. He laid down on the floor.

"I used to have a bunch of toy alien dolls.", he said. "When I was somewhere around your age, I liked toys, superheroes, and aliens. I still like aliens, and I still unfortunately like toys."

Mya turned to look at him, a little surprised.

"I know. It's kind of embarrassing to hear that a 12 year old still plays with toys."

They sat in silence for a moment, but then Nicky felt something on his chest. He saw that it was Mya's doll.

"I still have some stuff in my room.", she said. "A whole toy basket. Do you want to come play with me?"

Nicky didn't even hesitate.

Aaron got back to his room, and was surprised to see that Nicky and Mya weren't there. Then he heard noises coming from Mya's room, so he went there and walked in on the adorable sight of Nicky playing tea party with Mya.

"Wow.", said Aaron, "I thought you were my friend."

Nicky was shocked to see Aaron, "Aaron, I'm sorry. We just -"

"Nicky, I'm kidding.", said Aaron.

Mya gestured for Aaron to leave. "Go away, Aaron. We're having fun here.", she said.

"I saw him first, he should be hanging out with me!"

Nicky stepped in and broke up the argument, "Or we could all hang out together.", he said. "I like you both, so I can hang out with you both."

Aaron and Mya looked at each other for a moment, then they nodded in agreement.

Soon enough, they were sitting around Mya's toy tea table, talking about different things. Toys, lockpicking, animals, and their families.

As Nicky talked about his family, he was surprised to hear that his family was kind of...normal. Apart from hearing that his dad was a sugar addict and his mom was a nerd, Nicky's life seemed totally normal.

Until he started talking about his grandmother.

"So when I was like 3 or something, my grandma used to tell me that I sleepwalk. Or as she liked to call it wandering. I wander in my sleep.", he said. "So she left me in different spots around one of our old towns so I could find my way back home. First it was the grocery store, then it was the woods, but then she died somewhere around...89...?"

That made Aaron's jaw nearly drop.

"I'd hate to meet that grandma.", said Mya.

A while later, Mrs. Peterson knocked on the door and walked in. She was surprised to see Nicky in the room.

She smiled, "Hi, Nicky. I didn't know Aaron and Mya invited you over.", she said.

"I told you when he came here, Mom, but you were doing something in the kitchen.", said Aaron. "You were just staring off into space."

Mrs. Peterson let out a small giggle. "I guess I was.", she said softly, and Nicky could've sworn she sounded a little ashamed.

"It's okay, Mrs. Peterson.", said Nicky.

Mrs. Peterson smiled at Nicky, "Oh, you can call me Diane, honey."

Then she left the room.

Another moment of silence passed by.

Mya stood up, "I'm hungry.", she said. Aaron and Nicky stood up after her. "Well, we can go see what's in the kitchen."

The kids went to the kitchen, and they all stopped in their tracks to see a tall, broad man in a yellow dress shirt, brown pants with stripes, and blue argyle sweater.

Aaron and Mya slowly began backing away, and Nicky was totally clueless. Aaron tried pulling him back with them, but it was too late, their dad saw them.

"Hi, Dad.", said Aaron. Nicky wasn't too scared before, but when he really saw how big and tall Mr. Peterson was, he stilled like a statue.

Mr. Peterson didn't answer, he just walked over to Nicky and bent down to meet his level.

"And who is this young man?", he asked. Nicky opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it when no words came out. Thankfully, Aaron saved him.

"Dad, this is Nicky from across the street.", he said.

"Nicky from across the street?", said Mr. Peterson, his eyebrows raising in amusement. Aaron and Mya nodded. "Yeah, he moved in the same time as us.", said Mya.

Mr. Peterson let out a small laugh, "Well isn't that interesting?", he said. He extended his hand to Nicky, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Nicky from across the street."

Nicky was hesitant for a moment, then he slowly extended his hand to Mr. Peterson's and slowly shook it. When he finally let go, he hid both hands behind his back.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Peterson.", he nervously said.

Aaron stepped around his father, "Anyways, Dad, we just came here to get something to eat.", he said. He took a couple of oranges and bananas and walked out of the kitchen, "Come on, guys.", he said.

Nicky and Mya followed behind him and back upstairs to Mya's room.

When they sat back down, Nicky finally asked Aaron and Mya something that's been bugging them since they ran into Mr. Peterson.

"Do you guys not like your dad or something?"

Aaron and Mya looked at Nicky, confused. "What do you mean?", asked Mya.

"You guys looked like you were in a hurry to get out of the kitchen. There wasn't really anyone else in the kitchen besides your dad.", said Nicky. "What's up with that?"

Aaron and Mya exchanged a look, then Aaron looked back at Nicky.

"It's nothing, Nicky. Don't worry about it too much.", he said.

Nicky wanted to question more, but decided not to poke and prod around the situation. Whatever happened downstairs was in the past now, and if they didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to talk about it.

And Nicky was just fine with that.

[sunflower1experiment]

Wally x Human reader

Outside the world of “Welcome Home”

The monsters, puppets, animals: Wally’s eyes were focused, on someone.

You.

Your fingers tapping on the computer while he could feel the intense gaze, though you both could not see each other. You could see him and you tried to talk to him, many times really.

The sad pout as small trickles of tears befell after hearing his song was evident enough that Wally wasn’t bad but to him, you were a viewer, a neighbor, and his friend. As well as someone who he just wants to let know that he knows they both can see what can’t be seen.

“Can you see me? Then stay quiet”

You flinch, eyes wide, mouth ajar while the watering starts to begin but you shut your mouth then lean in to stare back. Trying to reach out to see beyond his eyes, there he was.

“Wally Darling.” His full face came to view while a hand rests on his cheek.

“I know you’re there…”

You utter out weakly, “I want to make contact I swear but…you terrify me for some reason. You- your house does it…not you. Someone as sweet as you…”

Had it not been for the fact that you were talking to nothing maybe you’d notice the screen change and Wally’s eyes focused on you while the house was surrounded with black screen and the words.

Open

came to view.

Hesitant at first you get ready and it shows the mouse turn into a hand as the message. ‘Are you sure?’

Appears, “Y-Yes?” A question for an answer, not smart but also a good answer. The door opens: Your world changed after that.

“What should we do?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Now how do you suppose we explain to Wally that some person is laying in the middle of the grass. They’re very pretty, lovely hair curls…”

“What’s the matter everyone?” Barnaby perks, looks like his words summoned the three foot darling himself.

“Wally you have to see this!!! Frank found a new neighbor!!!”

“Now Julie dear we can’t be too sure. What if they’re from elsewhere?”

“Hmm, we need to ask.”

Wally gently shakes the other awake, their eyes scrunch and they slowly open up. Before they gasp lightly which makes the others back away, “So-Sorry um- where am I?”

“Ah, Welcome Neighbor, I’m Wally Darling.”

Their eyes go wide for a second: “W-Wally?” He nods a bit confused as to why they started stuttering but when they hug the male close Wally blushed.

“I’m never leaving your side ever! You look so adorable and beautiful!” They let out soft sobs, “Oh my- days would go by where I’d worry for you all…”

“Worry? But why?” Julie giggles, “Our new neighbor sounds so sweet maybe they can read the future. What’s your name?”

“|Name| I go by |Name|…”

With a soft chuckle |Name| turns to them, “Sorry I just..I feel like I’ve known you all for awhile and I had a dream about you all too….You must be Frank.”

“Hm, someone knows a good entomologist when they see one.”

“You like butterflies!” Frank smiles with a prideful nod.

“You’re Sally.” She waves excitedly, “Yes indeedy doooo!!”

“Julie!” The monster girl gave a huge smile showing her whole muppet mouth then she points to Poppy. “Annnnd?”

“Poppy! The lovely bird!” Poppy blushes, “Oh shucks! Ya got me giggling.”

“Now WHERES Barnaby.”

“Ya got me there kid. I haven’t seen him anywhere.” Barnaby leans on |Name| who laughs lightly before they turn to Wally.

“And you must be Wally Darling: nice to meet you.”

Wally gave a light laugh, blowing a small welcome kiss to |Name|. He then holds their hand as he says these three famous words, ‘Sealing the deal’.

“Welcome home, Neighbor.”

[oscurascout]

Y/N As A Doorman

From "That's Not My Neighbor" game

Note - Well this is the ending, thank you everyone and also sorry for making it so short I don't know why but I always write short endings, and sorry if it's disappointing, I don't really know how to start nor how to end story but oh well that's just how I do it, well I hope you guys enjoy it.

Edit - I didn't like the ending so I made a new one, but it's a bit long hope it's better.

Part 10 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9)

A few days later, I was able to go back home, but not to work. Hoon and D helped me get home. I was so happy to finally leave the hospital. During my stay, all of the residents visited me. Selenne and Elenois also came to see me for very long periods, which I was honestly happy about since I was glad they were okay.

I got out of the car and started walking towards the front door. Strangely, Hoon didn't rush over to open the door like he usually did. I dismissed the thought and opened the door, only to be greeted by a party popper.

Everyone- "Congratulations!"

"Huh!?" I exclaimed, confused and surprised. I stepped back and bumped into Francis, who gently popped a party popper.

Francis - "It's a party for you, to congratulate you on your recovery and for everything you've done."

I looked around, surprised, and saw everyone from the apartment. Then, I was bear-hugged by Hoon.

Hoon - *happily* "Hoon hoon!"

"Thanks, everyone!" I said with a smile.

Soon I was greeted by the other neighbors who had brought some gifts.

Mia - “I'm glad you are back with us. You don't know how worried I was when I heard of what you did.”

Dr. W. Afton - “Make sure to rest. Here, *gives Y/N some chamomile tea bags,* this will help in your recovery.”

Mclooy - “Kid, what you did was not only reckless but also very dangerous, but I'm glad you got out of it alive.”

Margarette - “Oh, stop bothering and lecturing the poor soul. They did the right thing and that's what matters.”

As Margarette and Mclooy started a friendly argument, I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned around, Angus hugged me. Behind him, I saw Steven and Izaack.

Angus - “You are incredible! Not only did you fight two doppelgängers but you also won!”

“Technically it was the D.D.D wh-” I was interrupted by Izaack also agreeing with Angus.

Izaack - “Nonsense, you also contributed to their defeat, and if that ever happens again, call me and I'll deal with them! Ha ha ha!”

I only saw how Steven shook his head, yet he smiled and nodded.

Steven - “You are a brave soul, but please make sure to also focus on your safety.”

I nodded and smiled. Steven then handed me a yo-yo. I looked at him confused.

Steven - “No special reason, just thought that it would make you happy.”

“Thanks, I'll be sure to use it when I'm at work,” I said and gave it a try, but I felt like I wasn't good at it.

Anastacha and her mother, Nacha, came close to me, and I noticed how Anastacha looked at the yo-yo. “Wanna try?” I asked and handed it to her. She took it and it seemed that she was a master at it since she was even doing tricks. She then handed it back to me.

Anastacha - “I can teach you or whatever, … you are also very cool or whatever.”

Nacha- *smiled and handed a bag of cookies* “Here Y/N, this is for you, and for everything you do for us.”

"Thanks to both of you," I replied as I tasted a cookie. They were the best. I then saw Lois and Roman walking towards me with flowers in their hands, while Albertsky and Robertsky were also coming my way. Lois and Roman reached me first.

Lois - *handed the flowers* “Sorry for not getting something better. I hope the symbolism of the flowers covers for it.”

Roman - “I'm glad that you escaped with your life and that you are still able to continue being with us.”

I smiled and gave them both a hug. Roman wasn't one to talk so openly, so his words truly meant a lot. I knew Lois was often involved with flowers; she had even studied everything about them.

Lois - *looked at Roman* “Let's move, dear. The Peachman brothers also want to talk to them.”

After they smiled at me one last time and left, the Peachman brothers approached me.

Robertsky - *handed a pair of fluffy slippers* “We know it ain't much, but we made these cloth slippers.”

Albertsky - “They are made with the best cotton, so you'll never be uncomfortable with them.”

“Thanks to both of you, you truly are the best shoemakers,” I said and quickly put on the slippers. To be honest, they were amazing. In that moment, the Peachman brothers moved, and Arnold, Gloria, Alf, and Rafttellyn took their place. Gloria had a piece of embroidery in her hands, while Rafttellyn held a very pretty and decorative flower vase.

Gloria - *handed the embroidery* “Here, Y/N, this is something that my husband and I did for you. We poured all of our hearts into it.”

Arnold - “You truly are strong. Continue like that and you'll achieve many great things.”

Alf - “Yes, make sure to always be better. Never allow those monsters to hurt you again. Next time, be sure to beat them up pretty bad.”

Rafttellyn - “Ok, ok, dear. I think they got it, *she handed the vase* this is a very special vase after all. I got it custom made just for you, dear.”

“Thanks, everyone. I truly appreciate all your gifts,” I said with a smile, really touched by their words. Suddenly, Selenne grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her and her sister. I only heard the couples chuckle and walk away.

Selenne - *handed a candle* “I know we had a bit of a rough start, but I truly appreciate how you were willing to risk your life for us.”

Elenois - *handed a basket full of flowers* “Thanks.”

I smiled and hugged them both, “Even after everything, both of you are still people I care about,” I said as they hugged me back. I knew how their personalities were. Selenne may seem and act mean and rude, yet she was a very caring and good person. Elenois was of few words, yet her actions spoke far louder than anything.

And that's how we spent our time, enjoying ourselves and having fun. I was really happy to have everyone with me. I was glad I took on the doorman job, even though it was very difficult at times. It was the best decision I had ever made.

[chrisevanslovesposts]

Friendship quiz- Chris Evans

Summary: Chris and Harper take the friendship quiz with glamour

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Harper

Words:1664

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Chris's Room

"How did you meet Harper?" A person behind the camera asked.

"I met Harper when we were the ripe age of 5. I was outside playing with my siblings when a moving truck pulled up to the house next to us. And out came this little girl and her mother. I remember they were taking boxes in and out of there house so I told my siblings I'd right back, went and told my mom that i was gonna go help them and I ran over and I helped them. And after that me and her were inseparable after that." Chris told them with every detail like it was yesterday.

Harper's Room

Harper was in another room getting asked the same question.

"I met Chris when were 5 years old. Me and my mom were moving to Boston. And we pulled up our new house and I remember looking over and the next door neighbors had 4 kids running around in their yard. I had always wanted siblings so I watching them run around until my mom made her me help her with the box's. But then came this little boy running over his hair bouncing all over the place asking if he could help us. And after that me and him were inseparable after that." Harper told them.

Chris's Room

"What was your first impression of Harper?"

"Beautiful. When she got our of the moving truck the wind was blowing perfectly and it made her hair flow behind her. And the sun was beating down and it was bright out and the grass was really green and it brought her green eyes more than anything to do this I love those moments when where standing in a place that and her eyes sparkle. She's was really kind. I mean she just looked so kind and quiet." Chris told them

Harper's Room

"Nice. I mean not every 5 year old is gonna come over and ask to help you carry heavy boxes into your new home. And he was really cute. His hair would bounce everywhere when he walked and his eyes were such a bright blue."

Chris's Room

"What's the best way to describe your relationship with Harper?"

"Fun. Loud. Extra. Really, really. Um.. what's the word. Chaotic, i guess. But in a good way. We show love. We show kindness. But we also show our silliness and our toughness and our carefulness. We show it all."

Harper's Room

"Chaotic. Defiantly. It's not all chaotic. We have calm moments. We have moments were we just chill. Eat popcorn and watch a movie while cuddled up on the couch. But when we get happy about something , or-or we geek out about something we defiantly do." Harper chuckled.

Chris's Room

"What has Harper taught you?"

"Harper's taught meee...... lots of things. She taught me how to care about the little things. They might not seem big to others but to me they very big. She also, I remember in high school I was dating this girl i really liked but no one else liked her. She closed people off. Did let people worm their way into her heart. But she really like me for some reason. I really liked her too but so many people would be really rude about us. And I remember talking to Harper about it and she told. It's not about everybody else. It's about you and her. And now I still use that quote."

Harper's Room

"Can I say nothing? Chris taught me... how rare loyality is. I also thought growing up if I became best friends with someone they wouldn't always be my friend never betray me. Or hurt me. Because the one friendship I had that had never happen. Chris had never hurt or betrayed me. But the more a grew the more I realized how lucky I am to have a person like Chris. Chris also taught me how to look towards the further and the present and stop waisting time on the past."

Chris's Room

"What's something you and Harper bond over?"

"We bond over lots of things. But mainly I think we bond over love. We share a lot of love for lots of people. Lots of the same people."

Harper's Room

"hmm. We bond over lots of stuff. Maybe... food. Different types from different countries. We really love to try different things so when we go different places without each other we will always face time when were eating. And then we make suggestions like hey I'm here next time your here you gotta try this."

Chris's Room

"What does Harper's friendship mean to you?"

"Her friendship means... the world to me. She has been a person who has been in my life non-stop since I was 5 years old. She is someone who even if she fucks up I will always be able to forgive her."

Harper's Room

"Chris's friendship means the world to me. I could have ask for a better friend. he's always there. I mean literally. He could be in L.A. filming while I'm in Boston and he will call every second we can. Like he'll set his phone up and I'll just watch behind the scene's on FaceTime."

After all the questions were asked and answer they got put in the same room backs against back and they were given notepads and pens to right complaints for each other on.

"I'm ready." Chris said as Harper wrote one more.

"ready." She smiled.

They turned towards each other keep the notepads to there chest.

"You can go first." Harper told Chris and he nodded

"okay. I think you have very pretty eyes." Chris told her and she smiled

"I actually but that on mine for yours. I love blue eyes. Your's especially. I said your very handsome."

"Your hairs really soft." Chris told her and they both started laughing.

"Shut up." Harper giggled scrunching her nose.

"Okay. You a pretty smile."

"Okay, this is a good one. You laugh. I love it so much. It's super contagious. The way you shake your whole body when your laugh. And your shoes taste is good. Like your always styling with your shoes."

"Idk. I feel like i already know these." Chris shrugged his shoulders as he laughed.

"When have i told you, you have good taste in shoes?" Harper laughed along with him.

"We both know I have good taste in shoes. I picked your shoes out for this." Chris laughed harder

"I think the pretty eyes thing is true. For both of us. Not boosting my ego. but if were in the right lighting our eyes are very pretty. Everybody's are, you just have to find that good lighting."

"Do you compliment each other often?" Someone asked

"Hmm, no. I mean their those moments where you can look at something and just at that moment a certain feature is sticking out and you notice it more and you know you compliment them a lot." Harper told them.

"You guys have to hug for 30 seconds." Someone told them.

"That's the next exercise?' Harper's asked and they all nodded

Harper walked over to Chris wrapping her arms around him and laying her hands on his back and her chin on his shoulder. Chris put his hands behind her laying them on her back.

"It's too weird, i mean we hug all the time." Harper chuckled.

"What's something you guys enjoy doing together?"

"Being in movies together?" Chris asked

"Yeah, you know not every movie am I going to be able to work with Chris so those movies where we can hang out and goof off around set is always so fun."

"What is one word to describe your friendship?"

"Chaotic." they both said then laughed.

"3,2,1." The lady said and they parted.

"Next thing is you guy have to mirror each other dance moves."

"I think were both horrible at dancing." Chris laughed as Harper danced a little then pointed at her.

"yes." he nodded his head and they both started to laugh..

"We could do something that's already made up like, like. Macarena?" Harper asked and they both started doing the Macarena.

halfway through they stopped and Harper started to "Raise the roof".

"did you just raise the roof." Chris asked as he bend backwards falling on his knee s as he laughed.

"You... called... it ..... raise...raise the ....roof." He through laughs and tears.

"Actually Chris is a good dancer when he's drunk. he likes this." Harper spoke as Chris stood but he fell right back when she did the move.

"I'm good at dancing when I'm drunk and I do this." he did the move as he laughed.

"I can't dance, okay?" Harper laughed

After everyone calmed down they were explained the next exercise which was trust falls.

"Trust falls?" Harper asked as Chris turned his back to her and started to fall.

"Chris!' Harper laughed as barely caught him but since he was so heavy she dropped him and he brought her done with him and they both started laughing.

"I can't trust you." Chris stood up helping Harper up.

"Yes you can. You like 500 pounds I can't carry that much." Harper laughed at the face he made.

Harper turned and fell into his arms and he caught.

"Nope, no trust there." Harper straighten up and they both started laughing.

"Do you overall trust each other?" A lady asked

"Oh, yeah. Chris's knows all my deepest darkest secrets. He's probably the only one I trust."

"Same. I tell Harper everything."

"We just completed the friendship test. I feel even more closer to Chrissy poo." Harper teased him with the nickname she used to call him middle school to annoy him as she wrapped her arm around him..

"Definitely. I have never so close to my Harper barbety." Chris shook Harper as she looked up at him.

"What?" She asked with a laugh.

"I don't know." He laughed

"thank you for having us glamor. Chris and are even closer then we were before." Harper spoke as Chris put his hands on her shoulders and his chin on top of her head.

They walked towards the camera making funny fakes before Harper's hand clamped shut over the camera.

[darkdreamtheorist]

Lady in Whiskers & Slippers (Updated 11-19-23)

(Sling Set, 19. October) Back in Cinci-Oh, I struggled to earn small wages doing odd jobs in my awkward teen years. At Human age 13, my limbs shot up like bamboo n my paws were whopee cusions, yet Im still kitten sized compared to Big Rhonda n Aunt Jane (Circene screwd my mom's genetics more than dad screwed her in the motel 6 pool that birthed me! srry TMI). Two of my best gigs boiled to babysitting and the Cactus Joan Revue at Cincinnati Zoo. Sure I liked pouncing thru loops made by my preternatural tail Slink n wranglin livestock by the petting zone in Aunt Jane's Cowgirl dress from her Paris,Texas Runway last spring when she toured w/Coco Banana, the sitting jobs fared better cuz I met some critters as odd as I am, like that pygmy hippo boss baby Benny and his growth formula down by Wall Street, or that shadeling Taz Devil Vincent from Brisbane, Australia. But my recent sitting gig had some skeletons I hadnt noticed til then, n it all came to my sitee Last July.

I took care of a literal cat lady and her litter of 35 for 3 wks in her rustic Rhode Island shack. Her name was Julie Phyllis. 30yrs ago, she was a former resi of Spooner Street with a handful of cats, plus a large tabby w/black stripes she calls Mistress Bengal acting as security for the few dogs that dare cross her sidewalk n lawn. Lately some rowdy kids spouted off tall tales of her becoming a cat herself or that Bengal would take her place if she wasn't fed well enough. Wutever the case, she had gradually gone from Crazy Ol Cat Lady to Crazy Ol Cat IRL 'round Halloween time. They hadnt figured what caused her transfur, say for some strange glowing plants by her yard. Her cats musta rubbed on the leaves which carried bits of Circene spores in'em, then she rubbed her face n hands on their fur, turning her to this light orange Tabby I saw my first week of Nana-sitting, or maybe Ms. Bengal had been Mobilized n took Phyllis' place. Like any bothersome pets in the suburbs, her neighbors had shooed them far out of town, living their next nine lives in that shack. Few things to know bout my time w/Ms. Phyllis 2/3 weeks in: 1-Her signature clothes were a periwinkle bathrobe,small round glasses, n peach slippers in stockings. But as a Barban spinster housecat who could shift from anthro to feral at random, she rips her pantyhose clawing n stretching her toes apart when going full cat. Otherwise she's naked in both her Mobile and Wild stance sans a grey-blue collar on her neck with a tag reading "Bagel" whn goin out,wearin it as if she was that same cat that passed not too long ago. And I no shame luv it! 2-Her cats see her as Queen of the Litterbox given her girth from eating too much Meow Mix n cream, but I see a deluded fat-ass pussy, which is no different than other cats, playin round the scratch post, lappin that saucer of cream n tuna. 3-Litterbox stank n dander everywhere was unbearable 4-A pantry stocked full'o'tuna cans, milk & cream yet she forgets to feed them while gourging on the rations herself, chowing so much Meow mix like Trail Mix n guzzling gallons upon gallons of milk!

All that said, she wasnt a bad client, forgetful n piggy yes, but not awful, n still tho...I cudnt help but shake that we were kindred in some way, dark stripes n glasses aside. Few times we went Out to walk, Julie hung with her Golden Girls by a small pet friendly café, sharing gossip from the pets on Spooner street n out of state, comparing pills n claw lengths, wooing would-be mates at the Petsmart n VFW home. She was almost like family to me, rekindling our bonds after we havnt seen one another for a long time.

Near the end of week 2, I saw some frames of Phyllis with her 'tiger cat' Ms. Bengal almost one n the same at this point, even wearin the confounded collar with the wrong name Bagel. Another frame of that cat corners my eye, with a Persian and Siamese by her side, but she wore an enchanting Viper Green collar. Funny how they look a bit like my aunt n uncle on my mom's side, Muffin & Finch. Dad told me they had another tabby as a friend by name of Bagel, looking way too same-ish as Julie on that big orange Snick couch there by the TV set with all the other cats huddled over for daytime soaps or Price is Right like my inlaws did at the adoption center– ⚡️👓⚡️😳 Oh my...I blocked that thought out as a cub some point, not giving 2¢ about it, but it factors into my lineage with Ma when she left our lives. I was too bashful to blurt out my discovery in front of her cats lest they attack their False Queen in shock. Tho given her short-term memory loss, she wudnt hav known herself much post-TF. Was she Ms. Bengal or Julie Phyllis? TBC

[urbandokkalfar]

Context for my last post and small lore drop

When I was in school, from seventh grade to graduation, I did odd jobs under the table. I cleaned aquariums and did yard work for neighbors, I worked in a local slaughter house, eventually got into taxidermy and processing game animals, worked with the county to pick up road kill, worked on farms, sold art work, worked at my first (now deceased) step dad's auto repair shop - stuff like that.

I made decent money, it wasn't awful and I generally made my own hours.

What w a s awful was the way my family looked at it all. It wasn't stuff i could put on job apps because it wasn't 'legit'.

Mind you I was making a couple thousand a month combined from all this, most of the time I was on six to seven jobs a month for only 3 - 5 days a week.

I'd contribute about 25% of my money to which ever household I was living in that week (mom or dad), would spend some on tools and junk for work, a little for my own whims and then save the rest.

Before my stepdad passed away and shit r e a l l y hit the fans I had a sizeable chunk of money in my account.

After he passed my mom didn't really wait long to get a new boyfriend, it was within weeks of SD's funeral she came out and said she was seeing someone.

My SD passed away from an aggressive cancer. We watched him become Skeletor over the course of two months before he died. He was one of the coolest people I know - stood up for me when people remarked on how I dressed etc, taught me auto repair, encouraged me to do my jobs, all around a kick ass dude.

The guy my mom started seeing was the polar opposite. He bullied and threatened my older sister until she left out of fear then he started in with me.

We got into a fist fight because he threw may cat across the room for sitting in the garden window (a window that protrudes from the house to put potted plants in).

When he started abusing my mom, we got into even more fist fights which often ended with him leaving and coming back. Mom was sooooo enamored with this man she drove down our street at sixty five miles an hour while I clung to the truck door and step rail.

When she stopped and let me in I admittedly slapped her.

Eventually he fucked up. They went out drinking and a girl I knew from school was staying with us because her mom kicked her out for being a 'whore'.

He started whailing on my mom, threw her down the basement steps and sarted beating her in the basement - my friend ran next door to call the cops. I went downstairs, put my hand through the glass gun cabinet door and racked an unloaded shotgun.

He shit his pants and locked himself in the bathroom upstairs.

Both of them were taken to jail for the night and my sister and I picked her ass up the next day.

Five days later my mom suffered a massive heart attack, because of her bf I'd quit my jobs because she couldn't be alone with him. If I'd had been working she would have died. She had a month long hospital stay, my savings went to pay household bills and get her medication.

I spent three years of my life protecting her then caring for her for her to tell me she never wanted me when i was born and admitted to doing things when pregnant to try and home abort me - she didn't have Pre-eclampsia, I was c-sectioned otta her two months early because she didn't want me to turn out like my sister.

My sister has ADHD and a touch of the 'tisim - which same tbh.

For bonus context: In school my sister was so awful and unruly that if I had her teachers they treated me the same they did her. Like shit.

I was the proverbial black sheep for being Goth and holding odd jobs etc.

Now my sister's got two kids and is horrifically abusive to her husband - I hang out with her at times to get her out of the house so he can have peace.

Maybe, someday, I'll elaborate on my sister but, this is what you get for now.

Oh yeah, TLDR I worked under the table for cash for YEARS and my family dunked on me for not having a 'real' job, continued to be shit ass over it even while supporting one of them and now I have a 'real' job they're pissed I don't spend any real time with them 🙃

[noface-phantom7]

Possession: Kinda Victor-ious

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part One)

“Got it, Mrs. Robinson.” I say over the phone, one hand covering my other ear to make out her words over the loud howling of snow on her background. “Yes, I can stay with him overnight. Don’t worry, I already called mom—yeah, won’t be a problem. Sure, stay safe out there!” Then there was a beep signaling the end of the call. I sighed, then slid the phone back in my pocket.

“What’d she say?” A small voice says to me from the couch, Richard, the eight-year old kid I was supposed to babysit. “Tell me she’s going home tomorrow.”

“Yep,” I nodded, walking back towards the couch where he sat watching a movie. Richard grins, sighing in relief as he returned to his show. “I’ll have to crash here for the night too. That okay with you, kiddo?” I ask him, plopping down beside him and looking out the window, where the snow was also picking up and starting to fall heavier.

“You cook better than her.” He deadpans while holding his stuffed tiger close, and I laugh while patting his head. I live a few houses over, though my mom knew Lydia, his mother, from the local garden club so I frequently came over to babysit Richard since he was four. They’re nice people, a single mother and her two sons—so I couldn’t really refuse. And anyway, I had another reason why I liked coming over.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” I ask Richard, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. He just shrugs, ponders for a moment, then points over the box on the counter. “Mac and cheese? Again?”

“Mom’s not here anyway.” He just mutters, and I chuckled as I stood up to get ready. I should’ve guessed that ‘cooking better’ meant ‘cooking what I want’ to Richard. “Crunchy top please.” He adds, turning back to the movie.

“That’s going to take a little—” I respond, already on my way to the kitchen, when there was a loud knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at this, even Richard looked over the couch curiously. “Coming!” I call out, intrigued as to who may be out in the snow at this time. It could just be someone asking directions, I thought, or a neighbor.

As soon as I turn the knob of the door open, the person pushes it open fully, then slips inside as he slams it close against the biting cold. I was going to yell for Richard to call the cops, but caught myself while the figure shook snow off his hair and coat.

This was the other reason I liked coming over.

“Sorry mom, I know it’s sudden but—” he starts to mumble quickly, but stops short at my sight. “Seth? What are you doing here?” He asks. This was Victor, Richard’s older brother. He’s about two years my senior, much taller, and already a sophomore in a university a couple of towns away. I wasn’t as close with him as I was with Richard, especially since Lydia and Victor weren’t on the bestest of terms. Still, I’ve long since felt something every time we cross paths in school or whenever I sit Richard.

Victor was a few inches taller than I am, and since I last saw him two years ago, he seems to be oozing more of his appeal now. He had eyes that I could swear people would get drawn to, youthful masculine face and sculpted features, great physique, and a smile that could get anyone. I liked coming over, not because I harbored feelings for him, but I always wanted to be just like him—especially physically.

He was very athletic too, I recall he’d been part of the high school’s basketball team. Even when he started college, Lydia had mentioned a couple of times that he made it on their team as well, though I heard he quit the team beginning sophomore year because of a disagreement between him and a couple of teammates. Still, I’ve spent a couple of moments doing ‘business’ on a couple of his team’s photoshoots.

“Your mom’s visiting a friend and then, y’know.” I told him, gesturing at the snow outside while also trying to catch my breath. His brows rise in understanding, then nods at me, making my heart jump a little and life stir in my pants. “She didn’t tell me you were coming though?”

“It’s more of an impulse thing…” He replies a little sheepishly, hanging his coat over the stair banister. He looked a little flushed too, maybe from the snow but even his eyes were a little red as if he were crying. “Listen, I just need the night over, maybe I can leave before mom comes home so don’t tell her.”

“Are you okay? I ask, catching him just before he ascends the stairs. He looked a little troubled as he turned back, the corners of his lips twitching a little before offering a curt nod.

“Yeah, I just need the night. I’ll get back to my dorm tomorrow.” Victor says softly, smiling slightly before making his way up to his old room and leaving me a little dumbfounded. At the same time, Richard steps out of the living room and into the hallway.

“Was that Vic again?” He asks, his plush tucked under his arm. I nod, looking back up the stairs then before turning back to Richard. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but he shrugs and beats me to it. “Oh yeah, he sneaks home when he fights with his boyfriend.” He tells me as-a-matter-of-factly.

“He has a boyfriend?” I start to ask Richard, and he just nods as he turns back towards the living room. “I didn’t know—”

“He doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him.” He calls out over the sound of the TV, then adds. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

I was still a little stunned, and pleasantly surprised at the revelation but quickly went to prepare Richard’s food, contemplating whether or not I make enough for Victor too. I did end up making a little extra, though, and had Richard tell him about it. He said he wasn’t really hungry but thanked me nonetheless. It took most of my self-control and will to not peek into Victor’s room though.

It was soon late night, Victor really hadn’t gone down at all meanwhile Richard was already fighting to keep his eyes open so I had to tuck him in. I was originally supposed to sleep in Victor’s room, and since I didn’t want to sleep in Lydia’s room, that left me the couch. The guest room hadn’t been cleaned in years, and as tempting as it was, I’d rather get uncomfortable than sleep in dust.

Outside, the blizzard had only gotten stronger and I was thankful the Robinsons had heaters installed. I had turned the TV off once I had tucked Richard in, and waited for sleep to take me as I scrolled on my phone. It was around midnight when tendrils of drowsiness had started to take root in me when Richard appeared behind the couch.

“Whoa, buddy.” I told him, rising up from the couch. “You okay? Can’t sleep?”

“I just thought you’d be lonely down here, so have her.” He tells me then dumps his stuffed tiger on my lap before yawning and turning back. “Sarah helps you sleep.” And then he was gone.

I chuckled as I lied back down while I examined the toy. It looked old, and the name ‘SARAH’ was written in bold marker on the clean and care tag, it was cute and thoughtful. I had just tucked one of the pillows under my head when I heard footsteps, heavy, leading to the kitchen. I shifted on the couch a little, enough to see Victor in his pajamas taking something out of the fridge.

At that point, I could already feel exhaustion and sleep seeping into my bones. I gripped the toy close to me, my vision already fading all the while I thought in my head, “I wish I looked as great as Victor.”, with the sight of him sneaking back upstairs the last I see.

Some time in my sleep, I felt something in and around me shift. I couldn’t explain it, and I could be dreaming, but it felt as if I was floating freely in the air. My vision was a little foggy, but a sudden breeze seemingly blew me up and through what looked like the ceiling downstairs. It was surreal, like swimming in the ocean and getting carried by a strong current.

My eyes adjusted slightly in the dark, and beneath me I could see a familiar figure—it was Victor in a prone position. I looked at his sleeping facade, his features softening and giving way to a more innocent look. I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening and why I was seeing him like this. It was only until I felt the breeze again, when it started to pull me down towards Victor that I started to panic. All I could do as I got dragged down was shield my face, and brace for impact.

–

“Hey!” I felt small hands gripping my arm, shaking me awake from my sleep. It was a little faint, with my hearing slowly coming to me as I bolt up. “Hey, I can’t find Seth.” He tells me, and I blink around me in confusion.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding a little groggy and deeper than I knew. Even the room looked a little too bright for me, the couch—or bed felt much softer than I remembered. I could feel a blanket tangled between my legs, though I distinctly remember not having one. “Did you guys bring me up here?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Huh?” Richard asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can’t find Seth, did you see him?”

“What do you mean?” I ask back, my vision finally clearing. It was then that I realized I was in Victor’s room, evidenced by the countless posters all over the walls, a dozen questions running in my head, including Richard’s weird question, and I had to press my palms over my eyes. “I’m—”

I stopped, hearing my voice. I blinked once, then brought my hands down, staring at the veins that run along my arm. My hands were bigger, as well as my arms, and I wasn’t wearing the shirt I had yesterday—instead I was wearing Victor’s pajamas. I threw the blanket off my legs, making Richard jump back, as I stared at my legs, except they weren’t mine. I touched my face, ran a hand through my hair, and stifled a sound of both surprise and disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, though he was now standing near the door and looked a little spooked. I didn’t know how to respond, but the first thing that came to mind was to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating or having delusions.

“Yeah,” I told him, slowly getting off the bed and then noting that the snowfall had stopped through the window. “Maybe he had to go early.” I say, both weirded out and aroused at hearing Victor’s voice come out of my mouth.

“Aww.” Richard groans, stepping out of the room. “Can you call him for me please? I can’t find Sarah anywhere.”

“Sarah?” I ask, before remembering his stuffed tiger. “Yeah sure, just give me a sec.” He disappeared into the hallway at this, and I dashed towards the door and closed it as soon as he was away. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn towards the mirror on the corner of the room and stripped my shirt off.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, the corners of my mouth twitching up to a smile while I glide my hand over my broad chest, the other tracing my abs. I pinched myself for a moment, and once I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, continued to admire myself in the mirror. “It’s real.” I tell myself, letting my hand plunge inside my pants.

I couldn’t even recall much of what happened—all I remember was falling asleep as I watched Victor sneak back upstairs, the weird dream, and then this. Was it even really a dream, or was it what led to this? Did my wish somehow come true? I had no clue, and I didn’t really want to think much about it as I felt the strong urge to explore my new self, and mess around my new body, which I did.

It was the best feeling I’ve had, ever, and I found myself a little reluctant to pull myself off the bed once I was done and reeling from the afterglow. But when I did, I had to physically turn myself away from the mirror, or else I’d be playing with myself again. I decided to dress up, and since it was the weekend, maybe have some fun as Victor for a while.

I dashed down towards the kitchen, where I saw Richard preparing himself a bowl of cereal. “Well?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Well what—” I start, then remembered earlier, when he was looking for me and his toy. “Oh. Yeah, Seth had to get home early, something was up. Didn’t mention Sarah.” I bluff, shrugging at him who eyes me suspiciously before sighing. “Look buddy, I have to go. Don’t tell mom, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replies, pouring milk on his bowl. I grin at him, then gave him a wink as I grabbed Victor’s coat hanging on the bannister. I patted the pockets down, and quickly found his car keys.

Because of Richard’s revelation last night, I had a vague idea of how to spend the day: back in Victor’s university. I don’t know what was up with him and his boyfriend, but I plan to take advantage of it. I checked his phone earlier, and he had a couple of messages and calls from who I assume was his boyfriend, Jude.

The road outside was fortunately already cleared, no more snow or sheets of frozen puddle so driving out wasn’t much of a problem. The streets and many turns leading to his university felt like I knew them all along, like muscle memory, so it wasn’t long until I was looking for a spot to park my car. I didn’t have all his memories, it seemed like the more I try to think about them, the more I can jog my memory back out.

Once I parked the car, I had to pause to ‘feel’ where Victor would usually go. The campus was sprawling, and despite the cold, there were still more than a handful of people up and about. I walked for a bit, glancing at the looming building that I was sure were the student dorms. I took the moment to gloat at my reflection, taking a picture of myself and wondering what had happened to the real Victor.

I grinned, before pocketing my phone as I made my way towards the building. Well, I couldn’t care less where he was now. Sure, I had a slight twinge of guilt gripping my heart, but it wasn’t as if I did this intentionally.

I don’t even know how long this will last, what the reason behind this was, or what happened to my old self. It was all confusing, and the thought of my old self just disappearing after all this crept like a silent fear in my gut.

But to be honest, part of the entire ordeal filled me with a strange excitement—I’ve always looked up to Victor, and also envied him a little, and now the universe has given me all that he had with the bonus that he swung the same way I did. Heck, all I even wished for was to look as great as he does. I don’t know, it seems like it was rewarding me somehow in this way. Or was this some Freaky Friday scenario too?

I laughed the latter idea off, it sounded ridiculous, and it was much fun to think of the former. But if it was the latter, well, I can’t say I’m complaining. I shrugged it all off, suppressing both the anxiety and guilt inside me as I pushed the doors open.

Whatever this entire thing was, I’m going to have a hell of a time regardless. And that starts with whatever’s up with Victor and Jude. Though, I wonder, could I fix it if I walked in on him in their dorm room shirtless?

[wyst]

some thoughts on a path Vlad might have taken were Danny Phantom not a Nicktoon:

this AU (tentatively titled Mastered AU) begins in season 1 ep 7 "Bitter Reunions", which proceeds kinda like canon for the first half before going off the rails. this is all about how a more cunning, sneaky Vlad might accomplish his goal of becoming Danny's father.

step one: Vlad seriously turns down the obvious creep factor. openly hitting on Maddie or slighting Jack would make things more difficult for him in the long run, after all. Vlad's a billionaire CEO - he's got more than enough experience shorting stocks and forcing mergers to recognize the merits of not showing your hand early. he can behave for a while, if he must.

step two: once Vlad catches Danny shifting from ghost to human the night before the reunion, he throws away the whole 'Murder Jack' plan (for the moment). this means no Skulker, no halfa trap, and no more surveillance vultures. Vlad focuses instead on catching up with Maddie, and on befriending Danny and Jazz. he makes an effort to treat Jack like he did in college, pre-accident. without a big ol' ghost fight, the reunion proceeds as normal. Vlad relies on Jack's social difficulties to embarrass the kids and to frustrate Maddie. once Jack has made a real mess of things -- think 'makes unfounded assumption that a guest is possessed, then attacks them' level mess -- Vlad gently offers each of the non-Jack Fenton's his number and use of his home if things in Amity ever get to be "too much". Vlad could absolutely let get Jack arrested for assault, however, he'd find it more useful to talk the assaulted guest out of pressing charges, gaining Maddie's, Jazz's, Danny's, AND Jack's goodwill. Maddie is angry enough at Jack's blunder that she insists he sleep in the GAV.

Maddie, Danny, and Jazz all have separate conversations with Vlad before bed or during the night. in those convos, Vlad continues to portray himself as a supportive adult AND casually fishes for info on the Fentons' home lives. Vlad does not have a great chat with Maddie. their interests and senses of humor do not jive, she thinks his mansion is tacky, etc. Vlad begins to contemplate whether he still loves Maddie, or if like Gatsby, he's fallen for the idea of her. also in these night convos, Danny complains how messy the lab is, and how cleaning it is one of his chores.

once Vlad has all this new info, he throws himself into a new grand plan: Steal a Family. the parts of the plans are:

1. buy another mansion in Amity (neighbors w Sam would be optimal). have the home thoroughly inspected and ensure its safe and well-prepared for kids. begin the process to become a foster parent.

2. get closer with the Fentons and simultaneously try to make Jack look bad as much as possible (casually, sneakily tho - things like suggesting situations/events he knows Jack does poorly with). spend time with them, especially Danny (eg "My new mansion came with a big rooftop telescope. I don't know much about stargazing - perhaps you could come by and show me the ropes?")

3. publicly become a Trusted Adult to the Fentons. be a shoulder for Maddie to cry on (eg "Oh no darling, he forgot your anniversary again? How thoughtless! I'm so terribly sorry... maybe you'd like to join me and the kids at the movies to take your mind off of things?"). as part of this, help out when possible. offer to pick Danny up from school when Jazz is tutoring, or to take the kids to/from the mall when the Fentons are inventing. this establishes Vlad as 'family friend' or even 'honorary uncle' in the town's eyes.

4. once sufficient time has passed (3-6 mos... before s1e11 "Shades of Gray"), orchestrate a CPS report on the Fentons. maybe he mentions Danny's lab chores to another adult who then reports. maybe he overshadows Lancer and files one because of Danny's suspicious injuries and evasiveness. maybe he slowly helps Jazz understand the abusive elements of the Fenton house (contaminated food, unsecured dangerous lab equipment, Jazz's parentification, etc) and she makes the report herself. regardless of how, a report is filed seemingly without Vlad's interference.

5. CPS comes. by this point, Vlad has decided that Maddie is no longer the one he wants; Jazz and Danny are far better prizes. he doesn't defend either Maddie or Jack beyond an initial 'they're good people, i'm sure they're good parents!' but once informed of the allegations, is cooperative, quietly appalled, and outwardly guilty that he didn't do something sooner. CPS decides on the kids' immediate removal - who is their go-to emergency placement ? Vlad Masters, the family friend with a recent foster license.

6. profit. he's got the kids - all he has to do is keep them. now's the time for a reveal: in the interest of Trust and Honesty at home with his new wards, Vlad reveals his halfa status.

now, how well Vlad's plan goes is up in the air. how does Vlad prevent an early reveal via Danny's ghost sense? does Jazz see through Vlad's nice-guy persona? can he stick to these steps, or does he become invested enough in the kids' safety to call CPS early?

now that i've written all this, i have an alternate take: what if Vlad does a halfa reveal at the Wisconsin mansion while the others are sleeping? he could help cover for Danny's ghost fighting with a business internship after school, thereby ingratiating himself with his New Son from the get go.

the question hanging over this whole AU is: will Vlad remain evil underneath all his plotting, or will he change for the better as he 'fakes it til he makes it' to get Fenton Fatherhood? here are two scenarios: a) he's still evil lol. his power over Danny and Jazz means he can slowly twist them towards his kind of morality - and he does. b) Vlad realizes he's met his end goals and is actually, for once, happy! he resolves to do right by the Fenton kids and to try and preserve this newfound happiness at all costs.

anyways these are all a ton of ramblings! i'll nail down the timeline and what i want to happen in Mastered AU eventually. i have plans to use this idea in a longer-form fic, but i am tired and a slow writer lol. i'd love to hear others' thoughts on how a less-obvious Vlad might go about becoming Danny's (and Jazz's) father :]

[kissorkill16]

Keeping Secrets: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Sometimes, you just gotta spill the beans.

Finch was Quentin's assistant.

Last summer, the girl scout was looking for an after school activity. But she thought all of the ones being held at her school were all lame and not really her style.

Then she met Quentin.

He was just on his way to the copy store to get a few pictures developed, and he really needed an assistant to help him with journalist work. Finch was really into photography, so she politely took the offer.

The best part was that she even got her very own camera.

But during the following weeks, Finch had stopped showing up for work. Quentin tried calling her, but she never picked up the phone. He tried calling her dad, but he always said she was out with her friends.

He decided to confront her about it.

One day, he noticed Finch walking home and carrying a bag full of stuff, so he pulled over next to her and honked the horn.

"Hey, Finch! How've you been?", he asked. The girl scout jumped in surprise, but immediately relaxed when she saw that it was just Quentin. "Hey.", she said.

Quentin opened his van door and patted the passenger seat, "Come on in. We haven't seen each other in a while, we should catch up."

Finch hopped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

As they drove off, Finch shamefully stared at her lap. "Look, Quentin. I'm sorry I've been so distant with you lately, I was just -"

Quentin put his hand up, "It's alright, Finch. I get it. You're a kid, and kids your age like to take a while off of responsibilities and hang out with friends.", he said. "I was like that too."

Finch sighed in relief, "So I'm forgiven?"

"Only if you tell me what exactly it is you've been doing with your friends."

That's when the girl scout felt all of the blood drain from her body. She tried to sound casual, but it came out more nervous than anything. "Oh, just lame kid stuff. You wouldn't be interested."

"Nonsense, kids are way more interesting than adults, I'd love to hear about your exciting adventures with your friends."

Finch crossed her arms and looked out the window, "Sorry, but I'm not saying a word."

Quentin internally groaned. Fine. If she wasn't going to tell him, then he'd just have to get it out of her himself. His eyes travelled to the bag that she had in her lap. "What's in the bag?", he asked.

"Just some pictures I developed a while ago.", replied Finch.

Quentin's eyes widened, then he sighed in exasperation. "Finch, don't tell me you're doing it again.", he complained. Finch looked at him like he just assaulted her grandmother.

"No! I'm not embarrassing innocent people anymore, I'd never risk another camera or my safety.", said the girl scout. "These are private pictures for my friends, I don't have to tell you anything."

Quentin rolled his eyes, "Fine then. I'll just guess."

As Quentin turned the corner, he started guessing what Finch has been up to.

"Are you and your friends forming a secret cult?", he asked.

"No, idiot. There's already a cult in this town, why would we try to start a new one and make this town more hellish than it already is?"

"Yeah, I know. That was a stupid question."

Then he had an even crazier realization.

"Is it about a boy?"

Finch's face turned red and her eyes widened in shock, "QUENTIN!", she squealed.

"Well it's the only explanation I can come up with.", said Quentin. "You've been ditching work to get closer to a boy you like.", he said as he rubbed under her chin, making her blush more. "I bet all of those pictures are of him, right?~"

Finch was about to answer, but then she looked back down at her shoes. "W-Well, there is one picture, and he's really - WAIT WHAT?!"

Quentin started laughing.

Finch punched him in the arm, "It's not about a boy!", she squealed. She was not about to tell her journalist partner about her secret crush. "And I haven't been skipping work to get closer to him!"

"Then tell me the real reason."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because Trinity told me to keep it a secret!"

Quentin's eyes widened again, "Trinity? Your friend? The one with the...the coin?", he asked. Finch nodded, still looking at her shoes. "Finch, what happened?"

The girl scout turned to look at her friend. "We've been investigating the Forest Protectors and Crowface even though you told us not to. Trinity couldn't handle all of the bad luck or stress or the thoughts of possible death, so that's why she's doing all of this. Quentin, please try to understand. Her life is in danger, her family is in danger, and as far as we know, the whole town is in danger.", she said. Then she pulled out the pictures from her bag and laid them out before her friend, "These are pictures of all of their hiding places and last known whereabouts."

Then she pointed to a particular picture of a boy, her face red and her eyes on the floor of the car. "And this one is of the guy I like."

Quentin stopped the car and turned to look at the girl scout. "Finch, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.", then he sighed. "I told you kids to stay away from them, now you've all got yourselves stuck in a rabbit hole.", he said. He pulled Finch close to him and gave her a hug.

"Quentin. Can you promise not to tell Trinity I told you?", she asked.

Quentin knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise, but he needed to talk to Trinity. This girl had gotten herself and her friends in danger with the most dangerous cult in the world.

"I promise, Finch. Don't worry about anything for now."

[gyusbambi]

humph; han seojun (pt 5)

click here for humph masterlist!

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note:  this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k

words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.

why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school. 

can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.

memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend. 

not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.

seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.

you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house

quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.

kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?! 

kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)

your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.

you: ew no please just save me from here okay?

the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation. 

i need to get outta here

but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room. 

after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious. 

“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.

“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.

“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.

what if he knows?!

from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss. 

after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.

“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.

“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,

“what the hell!”

han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,

“i had to do an experiment.”

“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”

more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,

“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”

acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.

“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”

when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh. 

he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,

“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”

“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,

“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”

the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you. 

but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”

of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”

“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.

“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.

unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,

“it was.”

your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his. 

hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.

breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”

after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.

“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.

“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”

“i didn’t know you had this.”

“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”

“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,

“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”

“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.

“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,

“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”

_

brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.

“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.

“what?”

“like strawberry lip balms.”

“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.

“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.

when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.

“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“

juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.

“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.

“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“

“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.

although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,

“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“

seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.

_

running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally. 

you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.

in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor. 

too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,

“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.

“running late again, zombie?”

you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.

completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,

“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,

“is this yours?”

“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer. 

and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class. 

he’s about to lose his mind. 

_

patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?

frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,

“do you know where y/n is?”

“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.

“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,

“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.

“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”

“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,

“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”

hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.

“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,

“good job.”

“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”

“as expected, cupid team never fails.”

_

seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor. 

eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.

while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while. 

hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure. 

letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,

“you scared me. again.”

“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.

“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.

“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”

“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.

after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. 

it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.

he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.

thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips. 

absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)

last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.

now he’s completely aware of his actions.

instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones. 

and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.

firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.

before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,

“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”

“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.

“strawberry taste.” 

his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”

seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”

“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,

“what do you mean?”

“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“you-”

“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”

“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.

“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”

“you succeeded.”

“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”

taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,

“i like you too, seojun.”

seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.

“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.

“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.

_

the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.

“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.

therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”

“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.

“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.

“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”

both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, seojunnie.”

that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.

and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.

_

the end!

this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,

your writer renjunes

[hornime]

twinkle tits | tanaka saeko x gn!reader

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

warnings: 18+, timeskip!saeko, kinda dom!saeko, titty sucking, mentions of unsafe driving

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: furudate told me that it’s canon that saeko has tit piercings in the timeskip. 

you grumbled in annoyance as a red chrome motorcycle cut in front of you on the highway, forcing you to slam on the brakes and hold down your horn, probably for a bit longer than was necessary. as you both decelerated to stop at a red light, the rider, visage hidden by a mysterious black helmet with a tinted shield, turned back to look at you, making you seize up behind the steering wheel.

they seemed to think something over and rotated back to face forward on the seat, before raising their right hand and flipping you off.

are you serious? you thought. you’re the one who cut in front of me.

all you wanted was to give this person a piece of your mind, but you knew that 1) road rage just wasn’t worth it and 2) doing so would do nothing but make your commute unnecessarily complicated. it was one of those mondays, and the last thing you needed was to get pissed off before getting morning coffee in your system. all you wanted to do was forget about the incident and move on with your day.

unfortunately, the fates weren’t keen on making that happen.

to your frustration, the annoying bike, with, to your newfound knowledge, the even more annoying rider, turned into the lot of your office building, parking in front of a recently sold lot, which was conveniently located right next to your workplace. you debated for a second over where to park, for all you knew, this biker could be crazy or something, but you decided that, at this point, you really didn’t care.

you turned off your engine, gathered what you needed for the day, and stepped out of your car, intending to look straight ahead and get through the doors of your building with as little conflict as possible. thoughts bounced around in your head as the revving of the motorcycle a few spots away quieted: don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t enga—

“hey! you!” a voice called out. you cursed internally, before spinning your head towards the yell.

a woman with brown eyes that glinted dangerously and blonde hair that shone in the early sun was tapping her foot, the incessant click of her black stiletto on the concrete becoming more and more irritating. stiletto? you thought. how the hell was she wearing stilettos on a motorcycle?

your eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards towards her chest, her crossed arms accentuating her soft, leather-clad curves. as you were distracted by her body, she walked up to you, snapping a pair of red nails in your face and bringing back to reality.

“hey,” she insisted, a hint of amusement evident in her voice. “my eyes are up here.”

you looked up, embarrassed at being caught ogling her, and made eye contact. shit, you thought, losing yourself in her sharp features. she’s really hot. suddenly, you remembered what this crazy lady had put you through: and she almost made me crash. “hey,” you responded tersely. “who the hell taught you how to drive?”

you cringed at your bluntness, so much for avoiding conflict, while she raised an eyebrow in challenge, a spunky smile turning her lips up. “who taught me how to drive? what about you? you barely checked if anyone was gonna turn in.”

you chuckled in astonishment. there was no way this bitch was trying to flip this on you. “you’re kidding right? you drive like a literal madwoman.” you thought back, in hindsight, maybe you hadn’t looked to see if anyone was coming, but that wasn’t the point! isn’t it her job to be a defensive driver?

she threw her head back and laughed, a strangely charming sound for how loud and taunting it was. “yeah, i get that a lot. too fast, too reckless, and too cocky. i think it makes life more interesting.”

“well, i think it almost killed me.”

“lighten up,” she snarked, digging the tip of her pointer finger into your chest. “you look like someone that takes life too seriously. you gotta take a risk sometime!”

“a risk that might send me into my grave,” you deadpanned, “no thanks.”

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

you flinched at her change in tone. what?

“well,” she continued. “i gots’ta go. lots of lives to ruin! yours is just one of many.”

you called out as she swiveled to walk away. “wait!” she cocked her head towards you. “where d’you work?”

she gestured to the lot she’d parked in front of. “saeko’s cycles. i’m saeko and i sell cycles. motorcycles. ‘s a work in progress. you?”

you nodded at the building next to hers. “there.”

she approached you again, extending her fingers to dance on your shoulder, sending hot chills down your spine. “we’re work neighbors then.” she grinned devilishly. “guess i’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

you gulped. she really was hot.

“guess you will.”

you both went your separate ways.

for the next few days, the pattern repeated: saeko would cut you off, you’d honk, she’d flip you off, and you’d engage in some banter before heading off to work. you looked forward to interacting with the driving demon everyday; you thought about her throughout the day, on the way home, at night in your bed with nothing more than your imagination, your hand, and an incessant ache for sex... she was driving you crazy.

on saturday morning, you grumbled at the sound of your alarm: you had to drop off some paperwork at the office. reluctantly leaving your bed, you drove your way to the building. a scarlet flash caught your eye, and you were surprised to see saeko’s motorcycle parked in its usual spot. why’s she here? it’s saturday. after completing your task, you reached for the handle of your car door, then stopped. saeko’s probably working in her shop, you thought. it’d be nice to stop by.

you peered in the doorway, hearing the clattering of what you presumed to be tools coming from the back. “saeko?” you called, making your way through shelves of biking equipment and gear. “it’s me.”

the blonde poked her head out from the other side of a muddied motorcycle, hair pushed back with a headband. “hey!” she stood up, wiping her hands on a damp cloth, approaching you in a red-lined vest and a black headband. she looked dressed up, almost for a performance.

“what’s with the getup?”

“oh,” she said, looking down as if she’d just noticed what she was wearing. “taiko clothes.” at your confused expression, she clarified: “taiko’s a kind of japanese drumming. i’m captain of a local team. this,” she pointed at her vest, “is a happi. and this,” she tugged at the headband, “is a hachimaki. i just came back from rehearsal.”

you stood, speechless. she looked really good in those clothes, but you were sure that she’d look even better with them off.

she cleared her throat. “you have a nasty habit of zoning out on my tits. like what you see that much?”

your eyes shot back up to her, the heat of humiliation creeping up your neck. “um, uh. i-i...”

she chuckled at your shame. “no it’s okay, i like the attention.” her gaze turned predatory. “and i like you, too.”

within an instant, saeko was on you, your mouths melding together in a raunchy and needy kiss, tongues clashing passionately. lips locked within each other, she guided your movements, leading you to a small room at the back of the shop.

suddenly, she shoved you off of her, raising her leg so that the toe of her black stiletto teased lightly at your crotch. she gently increased the pressure, causing you to yelp in surprise—and an odd form of pleasure.

“why don’t you take a seat, babe?” the pet name made you shiver. saeko continued pushing you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the leather of a swivel chair, and you fell onto it.

eyes wide with lust and lips bruised with her animalistic desire, she thought you looked absolutely perfect, gazing up at her with a look of pure want. her eyes narrowed as she approached, towering over you. her hand grazed your throat before grabbing it. her hachimaki was hanging off the top of her head haphazardly, and she reached up and took it off, placing it on a neighboring table. she did the same with her happi, leaving you with an enticing view of her top half, clad in nothing but a lacy black bralette.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, fervently tracing her delicious breasts. the area over her nipple was covered in a mesh fabric, and you could see—was that silver?

your head jerked up in shock. “you have tit piercings?”

“hell yeah i do,” she teased, climbing onto your lap and spreading her lags on either side of your knees. in this position, her bust was at your face-level, the barbells sparkling hypnotically. “you like?”

you swallowed dryly, convinced that she knew exactly what she was doing: spurring on your already overwhelming desperation for her body. “...yeah,” you whispered breathlessly. “i like ‘em a lot.”

she crossed her arms and lifted the erotic undergarment over her head, bare flesh now tantalizingly close to your mouth. “give ‘em a taste then.”

she didn’t have to tell you twice. your lips swiftly latched onto her right nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, and you moaned at the metallic taste of the piercing. you raised your thumb to play with the other one, and she gasped at the contact. 

“you—you’re really good at this,” she panted. “you look cute like this. all needy for my tits.”

you mewled at her praise, releasing her nipple with a pop! and moving your mouth to work the other one. “i like you, saeko,” you mumbled into her skin. “i don’t even mind that you’re a shitty driver.” you looked up at her, eyes blown wide with arousal. “you’re really cool.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” she giggled. unexpectedly, she pushed her body off of you and landed on her feet. 

“why?” you pouted, trying, and failing, to conceal your disappointment, mouth feeling empty.

“oh, stop whining,” she chided, pulling her clothes back on. she motioned to a nearby motorcycle helmet on the corner of her desk. “put that on.”

“wha-where are we going?”

she sighed, kneeling to scrub some dirt off her shoe. “i know i said i’d break you, but i didn’t realize you’d get this dumb just from some sucking. we’re going to my place.”

she turned to glance at you, ravenous gaze reflecting her intense desire. “and once we get there, we’re gonna have a lot more fun. if we survive the drive, of course.”

you let out a sigh of amused exasperation. she’s gonna kill me.

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