#since i usually play my music in the car as dj

[just1cefor4ll]

hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader

where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶

Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: not proof read, swearing

A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao

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It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.

The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.

“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”

You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.

He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.

Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.

The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.

Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.

You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)

[mrchiipchrome]

Sunscreen

W.C.- 2 k

“Have you got everything we need? Sunscreen? Towels? My sudoku’s?”

“Check. Check and check. I’ve got everything we need Lee, and even if I did the other girls are gonna pack plenty of things. You’ve seriously going to have to calm down, we’re spending the day at the beach.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right, I’m sorry”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, my love. Now come on, let’s go.”

You put your hands on her waist, pulling her in for a kiss full of love. The beach bag is slung haphazardly over your right shoulder after you’d checked its contents as per Leah’s request. The two of you had been invited to an Arsenal beach outing, the last meeting before everyone shipped off to Australia for the World cup.

Releasing her waist from your iron grip, you walk out the door side by side with your fiancée but not before stealing another quick kiss from her usually pouting lips. You unlock the car for Leah remotely as you lock up the house, triple checking that your house was locked up before joining Leah in the car. Settling into the driver's seat, you lean back and put the bag in the backseat before putting the key in the keyhole and starting the engine. 

With one hand on the wheel and one on the back of Leah’s headrest, you look through the back window as you maneuver your way out of the driveway. Leah can’t resist pressing a soft kiss against the exposed skin of your neck, resulting in you stopping your movements entirely too distracted by the affection from your favorite person.

Waking from your slight trance, you continue your earlier actions of backing out. DJ Williamson makes her appearance as she connects her phone to the aux and starts to play the playlist she made specially for the two of you, made up of your shared favorite songs and lyrical pieces.

Jamming out, you’ve driven about half of the journey when the music gets cut off and the sound of someone calling replaces it. Seeing the face of a certain Irish captain paired with ‘Leprechaun 🇮🇪🍀’ clues you in to who’s calling you. Accepting the call you are instantly met with the screaming voice of Katie Mccabe floating around the air of the enclosed space of the car.

“Ey! Where are ya? We’ve been here for a while now”

“My dear Katie, we’re there in like 10 minutes don’t you worry. Did you manage to drag Ruesha with you?”

“I sure did” You hear the sound of the phone being passed through the speakers in the car, enforcing every little sound coming from the other end of the phone.

“You asked for me, darling?”

“Rue, my love! How you doing? Been missing you, yeah” You and Ruesha had clicked as soon as you had met and became best friends faster than the Flash could run, ever since then you’ve been calling each other pet names for fun. What made it even more fun was how your partners hated it, your favorite activity outside of football was to annoy them two.

“Been dealing with my crybaby, but otherwise I’ve been alright darling. How about you? How’s it been dealing with Grumps?” Snorting at the nickname Ruesha’s given Leah, you can feel her glare burning into the side of your face.

“Leah’s been much less grumpy since I proposed, maybe you should take a page out of my book and pop the question to Katie so she’ll stop being so feisty.” The words falling from your lips are words you know are going to come into fruition within the next couple weeks, Ruesha having told you her plans as soon as you told her yours.

A ‘hey!’ comes from the background of the call, Katie clearly having heard your comment on her feistiness.

“Right, we’re pulling in now so we’ll see you soon.” Surprisingly it’s not you who speaks this time, instead it’s Leah who ends the call when she’s done.

After you’ve put the car in a parking space and turned off the engine, you reach over and open the compartment in front of Leah’s legs, pulling out a roll of sports tape to put over her engagement ring so that she won’t lose it. Taking her left hand into yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss the back of it before placing kisses to her fingertips with the same tenderness you always have with her. Pulling off a bit of the tape, you put the thin strip of the sticky material over the silver band sitting prettily on her slender finger.

“Like that. I did a pretty good job, right?” The kiss she presses to your lips serves as confirmation and you sigh contentedly into the passionate kiss. Leah takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into the opening between your lips, exploring your mouth like she’s done so many times before. Swiftly pulling away from her addictive lips is harder than you would think it would be, and the whine that leaves her kiss swollen lips has your knees weak.

“Lee, we’ve gotta go and join the others no matter how much I want to let this play out.”

“Let’s go then.”

Exiting the car, you pluck the bag from the back seat before locking the car and joining Leah where she’s stood near the front of it. Taking her hand in yours again, you two walk in the hot sand towards the placement of the group of footballers. 

When you finally arrive at the group, you hand Leah the picnic blanket you brought to sit on. She places it over the burning hot sand before taking the bag from your practically vibrating form, knowing how excited you were to get in the water and play with the teammates who were as ‘mature’ as you. Pulling your shirt over your head, you expose the bathing suit that had been hiding under the article of clothing, and the friends surrounding you let out a few whistles.

“Bye, babe” Trying to slip away into the water before Leah makes you put on the suffocating sun lotion, you get about 1 meter before she realizes what it is you’re trying to do.

“Wait Y/n! You really didn’t think that I would forget right?” Gesturing for you to come back, you let out a low grumble before returning to her now sitting form ready to be smothered in sunscreen. You look on as she squirts the lotion into her palm before she dips her right index and middle finger into the puddle and takes your face between two of her fingers. Tapping her fingers all over your face, she leaves behind tracks of white that are going to be blended out within a short while. When she decides that the blobs are spread out evenly enough, she starts to rub it around and effectively blends it out. Moving on to your neck, she takes what’s left of the puddle in her hand and smears it all over your neck before motioning for you to turn around so that she can repeat the process on your back. Her fingers massage the sunscreen into the skin of your back and you have to bite down on your lip to prevent the groan from escaping the vicinity of your throat.

A short time later, the entirety of your body has been sun lotioned and it’s your time to return the favor of covering the difficult parts to reach. Watching carefully as Leah takes her shirt off, you swear you’re in heaven as you see her abs flex with her movements. As she lays down on her stomach, you put the cold liquid directly on her back instead of your hand before spreading it evenly over every strong and incredibly visible muscle. When you’re done, you give her a light tap on the bum to show her that you’ve completed the task before you hand her the tube of sunscreen, ready to take off towards the water. She turns around to give you a kiss before you’re allowed to run down to the waves.

Half an hour later is when you start missing your girl, walking up to her with water dripping all over the place from your body. Leah’s laying on the blanket, eyes closed as she’s obviously tanning lightly. You get the perfect idea when you notice that she doesn’t seem to acknowledge your presence coming up to her, but like always Leah knows you better than anyone meaning she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Don’t you dare, Y/n.”

“Do you have eyes everywhere or something?” Your voice is filled with disbelief as you question her.

“No you’re just really predictable” She tells you while throwing one of the towels at your still dripping body.

“As much as I want to contest that, I know that you’re gonna win so I won’t even try. We’re gonna go play chicken fight, you want to join?” The question is more of a formality than anything, you know Leah just as well as she knows you. When she shakes her head you lean down to kiss her and hand her back the towel she had given you. Walking down towards where you know Ruesha’s sitting, you ask her if she wants to join in on the game, the two of you against Katie and Beattie. She agrees as soon as you say Katie, always down to knock her girlfriend down a peg.

Leah watches on as Katie complains about you pairing up with her girlfriend before both you and Jen go down under the surface to let the two women sit on your shoulders. You keep a tight grip on her knees so that she won’t fall off your shoulders. A countdown is started and as it gets to 1, you start moving towards Jen and Katie, and as the women on top of your shoulders clasp hands with each other trying to push each other off Leah hears a question coming from left.

“To think that you want to spend the rest of your life with Y/n is really sweet. Your relationship is cavity provoking by how sweet it is.” Caitlin expresses her feelings with the statement, and Leah can’t help but agree.

“She’s my person, y’know. I’ve loved her since I was little, there’s no denying that I’m doing the right decision by marrying her”

When Leah turns back to where you were just a second ago, she can’t spot you anywhere. She figures that you’ve just gone underwater again, but as she feels your cold and wet body on her warm and dry one she quickly realizes how wrong she was. The sound of her shriek has the entire team looking in your direction and seeing what was happening. As Leah pushes you off her and into the sand, you let out a loud laugh at her immediate reaction.

“I regret agreeing to marry you.” Her playful tone lets you know that she isn’t serious, that and the conversation you’d overheard.

“No you don’t”

“You’re right, I don’t”

The rest of the day goes by in a flash as you finally manage to pull Leah with you to swim with the promise of a shared shower as soon as you come home. You eat, talk and joke around with the rest of your teammates and when it is time to return home, Leah has to practically drag you away from your friends before you get reminded of your deal. The entire car ride home is spent in silence, tired from the outing with your friends.

The first words are muttered when the front door is closed and locked.

“How about that shower I was promised?”

Soon the bathroom looks more like the laundry room with all the clothes strewn about haphazardly, but you don’t mind in the slightest as long as you get that long awaited shower with your fiancée who you love more than anything.

Guess who's caught the flu? 😍🤞 (spoiler alert: it’s me) (no joke my body is actually in a lot of pain lmao)

[sofskywalkerr]

The Dead Skies

street racer hayden x reader

Chapter Two

Brian eventually figures out the location of the party, so you drive here. The volume is at its loudest, and of course you’re not following the rules; you’re going really fast, as usually. Hopefully without cops this time.

“Show me your skills,” A.J. says.

You think about it for a while. You’re hesitant, but like, what’s some fun, right?

“Oh, really? You want to see my skills? You better buckle up then.”

“Hell yeah,” you hear Brian say from the backseat.

You turn your car in a direction to one road where aren't as many cars and you go really fast as if you were in a race. While you drive, you realize you kind of miss it—this whole racing thing—but you quickly shake the thoughts off. You forget about your race. Your accident. You just feel the moment where you forget about everything around you.

You look in the rear-view mirror, seeing A.J. and Brian in the backseat. Your stare stays on A.J. for a while, as if to see if he’s impressed with your driving skills. When did become so competitive?

Then you decide to drift. Just for the fun of it. You look in the rear-view mirror again, now with a satisfied smirk on your face as you see A.J nod in approval.

“10 minutes tops, and we should be there, but I can make it 5.” You say this as you now keep your eyes on the road.

“Make it 5.” Brian says this as he puts his hand around the passenger seat so he can be closer and watch the drive.

“Say less.” You go full speed. It’s a quiet night; the only noise is coming from your car, which is playing your playlist at full volume. The roads aren’t full either, and your windows are down since it’s hot outside. You can feel the wind on your face.

“Right here.” Brian points out a building, which you drift right into to park. Easy.

You all get out of the car and close the door.

“Is this where the party’s at?” A.J asks.

“That’s what Tej said.”

"There is only one way to find out.”

You open the door to the building, and the music and the sounds of people speaking immediately fill your ears. Must be soundproof, you think to yourself.

“Are we going in, or what?” You tease as you walk in first, with A.J. and Brian right behind you.

You recognize some faces at the party, and as Tej notices you walk in, of course the first thing he announces is that the winner of tonight’s race is here. Annoying. You roll your eyes as you watch A.J. being dragged away to get drinks and onto the dance floor by some chicks. You stay by Brian’s side, who’s waiting for his girlfriend.

You always third-wheel, but you don’t mind that much. You’re happy that Brian is happy, and you get along with his girlfriend.

When you see him stand up, you know Cata has arrived.

“Hi.” You say with a smile as you greet her with a hug.

“You look so pretty," she says as she looks you up and down.

“Shush.” You roll your eyes as you chuckle and nod to Brian, who is already dragging Cata with him onto the dance floor by her waist.

You grab a drink and literally sit in a quiet corner.

Everyone is either drinking, dancing, or making out around you. Left out. You wish you could join. You don’t since want to embarrass yourself.

That’s until Tej announces from behind the DJ booth.

"Ladies, anyone want to dance with the winner?”

He can choose from whoever he pleases; it’s not like no one wants to dance with him, you think to yourself.

You see Brian waving to you across the room, but that could’ve been meant for someone else, so you yell, “Me?"

Tej looks at you from behind the booth and announces.

"Well, A.J., this lovely lady right here wants to dance with you.”

What the fuck? You didn't—oh, wait.

"No, I don’t! I was yelling to Bri-“

You feel someone’s hand on your bare waist. Oh only who could that be? You turn around, and you see a half-drunk A.J. behind you. At least he’s being respectful.

“I don’t want to dance with you.”

“Too late for that, ma’am.”

Ma’am what? Did he just say—he was right, it’s too late, you’re already in the crowd on the dance floor.

How great you had a drink or else you’d be having an anxiety attack right there right now.

“No need to be nervous i just want to get to know my brother’s best friend, okay?”

Is he a mind reader?

“I’m not nervous.” but you still can’t look him in the eyes.

“That’s what i like to hear.” he lets go of your waist, so you can dance freely. But he isn’t going anywhere.

“Loosen up, no one’s watching.” You meet his eyes and something gives you more confidence. Or maybe that’s just because Gasolina is playing.

You loose it. You go down. Your hips move the way you didn’t even know they could. You grind agai- you what? You start to become more aware of your moves, but as you look around and see how other girls dance, it’s nothing weird or unusual.

“You seemed to be out of it for a sec.” A.J says with his usual smirk and teasing tone, as he draws you in closer by your waist. Wow, he’s still not touching you inappropriately, which you kinda expected after your dance.

He made you more comfortable now, you let your hands go around his neck.

“Like this?” you say as you meet his eyes. Why does your best friend’s brother has to have the prettiest shade of blue as his eye colour?

“Just like that. You can still move your hips into the rhythm, you know. I’m not gonna call you a hoe just because of the way you dance. I know you too little for me to judge you so early.” he says with a smile.

“Jeez okay.” You say as you chuckle.

Song changes. You stop because you lost the rhythm. Both of you look to the d.j booth where Tej is looking at you two, he smiles to himself. Then picks up his mic again.

“Everyone get your ass to the dance floor or im leaving.”

You roll your eyes again. You should really stop doing that. You hear the beat drop. Sexy Bitch. Of course.

A.J leads you to get a drink with him. You should be responsible one, you’re the one who’s supposed to drive everyone home. But somehow you can’t just refuse him.

You feel yourself getting drunk. Maybe even more than A.J himself. Where even is Brian? Oh he’s too busy spending ‘quality time’ with his girlfriend.

You lost track of time, but you know you’re with A.J dancing. No idea how can you dance without falling.

A.J notices this, he chuckles and holds you closer as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Wanna go outside?”

Fresh air. He’s good. He can actually read you.

“Absolutely.”

You let him take your hand. Why in the world are you letting him to take your hand? He leads you outside, right to your car.

He places his hands on your hips to lift you up, so you can sit comfortably on the hood of your car.

“I think this is the first time you touched me anywhere but my waist.”

“You notice the way i touch you?”

“Well yeah.”

A.J looks up at you. His usual smirk. Again. And if he thinks it’s gonna charm you he’s wrong. Maybe.

He pulls out a cigarette pack out of his pocket, a lighter from his other. He puts the cigarette into his mouth, hands the lighter to you.

“Mind helping me out?”

You nod and light his cigarette. No man has a right to look this good when smoking.

“What are you doing here anyway?” You ask out of curiosity. It’s your first proper talk anyway.

“I’m here for the summer, going back to school after.”

“Oh. Like the whole summer?”

“Yeah? Do you mind?” he asks sarcastically.

“No sorry i think the alcohol’s getting to me.” you look down at your feet. “You know you were great today.” you quickly add; “I mean the race-”

“I don’t wanna hear it, i was told that too many times today, it’s annoying honestly. And don’t act like what you did on your way here wasn’t a competition with me, i’m not dumb, you know.”

“I know.” Wow, you’re that obvious. Wanting to impress him with your racing skills.

“You’re good tho, can’t lie about that.”

“Thanks, i have raced ever since the- you know.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, we’re here to have fun, alright?”

You nod. Look up. Down again.

“Wanna go for a drive?” A.J says as he sits on the car beside you. “Honestly you look like you need to get out of here or else you’ll explode or something.”

A drive?

“I can’t drive, i’ve had too many drinks-“

“Who said something about you driving m’lady?”

He needs to be stopped with those names.

You smile a bit, and you throw your car keys to him, which he catches and smiles back.

You get comfortable in the passenger seat. Refreshing to not be the responsible one. He starts the car. Your phone connects again. All the stars start to play.

You’re exhausted. From what even? The party? And you’re in a car with a person you barely know. Perfect.

He seems like a good person, honestly. If he’s like Brian, you like him.

You feel his hand on your thigh, you want to punch him and scream to immediately put it away but he’s not being inappropriate with you. You exhale.

“Where to go princess?”

Princess. He should keep his mouth shut.

“You know the roads. Just somewhere. Anywhere.”

A.J nods, starts the engine and drives onto the road. His hand stays on your thigh as if it’s the most natural thing.

“So y/n, one fun fact about you.”

Hell no, he’s going at you with fun facts. But you’re too drunk not to answer.

“I know how to drive a car ever since i was like 7. Your turn O’Conner. Fun fact about you.”

“I was told i’m a real good kisser.”

“Kisser? You wanna impress me with you kissing skills? What are you? 10 years old?”

“Can you just shut up.” He leans over to you and kisses you. But not like a peck. Like full on make out sesh. I mean what to expect from a racer boy.

Is it the alcohol? You don’t know. But you hate the fact that you actually enjoyed it.

[eljeebee]

OC friends asks... 20!

(20) They go on a road trip. Who is in charge of what?

My agents:

Well, since most of their life and career revolves around traveling, Albert is the driver, Priscilla is in the passenger seat as a navigator and the substitute driver, and Tony and Moumou are in the back as the passenger princes...IF we're talking about normal road trips. If not, and if this is a mission, Albert and Moumou stays behind, with Albert working as the mission command in HQ. Tony drives, and Priscilla stays the same as the navigator and the substitute, and since she requires less rest due to her body being different from a normal human, she can stay up more late and drive.

DLU:

The Davises has Jason as the driver, Louie as the navigator and the secondary driver (he knows how to drive now!), Sophia as the snack distributor, Sid as the music playlist DJ, and Mason as the person who checks out landmarks and be like "hey that's the church, should we turn there???"

The Vanderburgs usually don't do road trips since when they're back in Hidden Springs, they have different royal engagements, but when they do, Penny is the primary driver, while Bernie navigates, and the secondary driver. Margaux usually just sleeps, while Julie is the snack master and Mousse yaps just about anything.

The Beau-Asvangs have Percival as their driver. Valentina navigates. The Beau sisters are at the back. Percival plays his favorite modern music and one of them is million dollar baby VHS version so imagine the bass is just pumping up the whole car. Lana switches it to classical, and the once silent drive turned into chaos. Percival yells while he's driving, Valentina trying to calm Lana, who was leaning forward between the driver and the passenger seat. It only stopped when Lenora switched it into another song. It's Vocaloid. "I don't mind something modern. Here. It's Hatsune Miku. Her pigtails are cute, and her robotic voice is very adorable as well," Lenora says. Everyone shuts up.

The Strauds have Caleb as their driver, with Lilith navigating. Their music playlist is drowned out with Vlad yapping "Back in my day...back then...in my time..." with Helen's head drooping, fast asleep. Apparently vampires can still slumber in a humanely way when bored to death (pun intended?)

[caseyblu]

Music for Measurements Liner Notes

I remember rehearsals from my time in the Richard Swift band being not so much rehearsals but extended communal DJ sessions. At the time, Swift had two turntables, a mixer, and a pair of ESS AMT 1 speakers set up on one side of his recording studio (National Freedom in Cottage Grove Oregon) where we rehearsed. The members of the band would take turns selecting and playing cuts from Swift’s extensive, well curated album collection, while the rest of us sat in a corner of the studio in a diner booth Swift had thrifted or scavenged from somewhere in town. At some point, one of us would mention the necessity of practicing for the upcoming tour, and we would put away the records, plug in our instruments, and play. Usually we ran through the set once or twice, punctuated by tongue-in-cheek jam sessions. After which, it was back to listening. Swift’s taste in music, manifested in his record collection, and these DJ sessions at his studio, exercised a formative influence on my conception of what makes for a good recording: novel and overwhelming aural texture, good vocals, mystery, melody, and great drums. Swift also had a penchant for music that he called “properly weird.” Not weird in a contrived, self-conscious, or shallow way, but intrinsically off-kilter: a good singer with a memorably unique voice, a drummer with an egg shaped approach to time keeping, a guitar player that never bothered to fully tune their guitar, or recordings so compressed and distorted that the instruments melted into a unified, abstract, electric representation of a band. Sandy Bull’s recording of “Memphis Tennessee,” Joe Meek’s space-aged 50s pop productions, Broadcast’s Microtronics, R.L. Burnside’s Sound Machine Groove, Pressure Sounds Reggae-Dub comps, and Bo Diddley all spring immediately to mind.    So, why all this reminiscing? It was in the spirit of these DJ sessions that I recorded Music for Measurements. I set out to make something that would be at home among Swift’s record collection, with tracks that might be selected for inclusion in one of our ad hoc DJ sets. I recorded the album over the course of a few years, mostly on an old Tascam 246 4-track cassette recorder. Two of the tracks “Lobby Call” and “Skin Tight” I recorded with Swift at his National Freedom studio. Asthmatic Kitty released the album as part of their Music Library series in 2009. “Lobby Call” ended up in a Visa commercial that Visa assured me was “low budget” when we were negotiation the license fee—Morgan Freeman narrated the spot, it featured Colin Kaepernick, Drew Brees, Andrew Luck, and Larry Fitzgerald, and the commercial ran for an entire NFL season every Monday night… This same song made it into the season finale of the first season of HBO’s Bored To Death, where it set the mood for a boxing match gone wrong. Asthmatic Kitty’s Music Library experiment was short-lived, and so the record went out of print pretty quickly. I’m quite fond of this record, and always regretted releasing it under a fictitious band name “Law of the Least Effort.” So I’m re-releasing it, under my own name. A lot has changed in the world, and in my life since the record came out. Swift and I drifted in and out of contact over the years until his passing. The last time I saw him was at party and small show he DJ’ed in Portland, Oregon. After the show he played me some music he was working on while we sat in his car reminiscing. As usual, he played the music at a blistering volume, and it was beautiful.

I remember rehearsals from my time in the Richard Swift band being not so much rehearsals but extended communal DJ sessions. At the time, Swift had two turntables, a mixer, and a pair of ESS AMT 1 speakers set up on one side of his recording studio (National Freedom in Cottage Grove Oregon) where we rehearsed. The members of the band would take turns selecting and playing cuts from Swift’s extensive, well curated album collection, while the rest of us sat in a corner of the studio in a diner booth Swift had thrifted or scavenged from somewhere in town. At some point, one of us would mention the necessity of practicing for the upcoming tour, and we would put away the records, plug in our instruments, and play. Usually we ran through the set once or twice, punctuated by tongue-in-cheek jam sessions. After which, it was back to listening. Swift’s taste in music, manifested in his record collection, and these DJ sessions at his studio, exercised a formative influence on my conception of what makes for a good recording: novel and overwhelming aural texture, good vocals, mystery, melody, and great drums. Swift also had a penchant for music that he called “properly weird.” Not weird in a contrived, self-conscious, or shallow way, but intrinsically off-kilter: a good singer with a memorably unique voice, a drummer with an egg shaped approach to time keeping, a guitar player that never bothered to fully tune their guitar, or recordings so compressed and distorted that the instruments melted into a unified, abstract, electric representation of a band. Sandy Bull’s recording of “Memphis Tennessee,” Joe Meek’s space-aged 50s pop productions, Broadcast’s Microtronics, R.L. Burnside’s Sound Machine Groove, Pressure Sounds Reggae-Dub comps, and Bo Diddley all spring immediately to mind.    So, why all this reminiscing? It was in the spirit of these DJ sessions that I recorded Music for Measurements. I set out to make something that would be at home among Swift’s record collection, with tracks that might be selected for inclusion in one of our ad hoc DJ sets. I recorded the album over the course of a few years, mostly on an old Tascam 246 4-track cassette recorder. Two of the tracks “Lobby Call” and “Skin Tight” I recorded with Swift at his National Freedom studio. Asthmatic Kitty released the album as part of their Music Library series in 2009. “Lobby Call” ended up in a Visa commercial that Visa assured me was “low budget” when we were negotiation the license fee—Morgan Freeman narrated the spot, it featured Colin Kaepernick, Drew Brees, Andrew Luck, and Larry Fitzgerald, and the commercial ran for an entire NFL season every Monday night… This same song made it into the season finale of the first season of HBO’s Bored To Death, where it set the mood for a boxing match gone wrong. Asthmatic Kitty’s Music Library experiment was short-lived, and so the record went out of print pretty quickly. I’m quite fond of this record, and always regretted releasing it under a fictitious band name “Law of the Least Effort.” So I’m re-releasing it, under my own name. A lot has changed in the world, and in my life since the record came out. Swift and I drifted in and out of contact over the years until his passing. The last time I saw him was at party and small show he DJ’ed in Portland, Oregon. After the show he played me some music he was working on while we sat in his car reminiscing. As usual, he played the music at a blistering volume, and it was beautiful.

https://caseyfoubert.bandcamp.com/album/music-for-measurements

[dontcallpanic]

I was tagged by the lovely, beautiful souls @oldefashioned and @gege-wondering-around to share the receiptify for the past month and, fair warning, this is more unhinged than usual.

Wait, let me explain:

I read Heart as black as night (which was amazing) https://archiveofourown.org/works/939054/chapters/1829660 and then I read We gotta hide what we're doin' https://archiveofourown.org/works/15961844 Which was equally amazing and this combined reignited my love of 1920's mafia fics/ mafia fics in general. For this song, I already loved the original (which I think was the theme for the Sopranos) and this remix just grabbed me, I like the added gospel chior elements!

I had a roadtrip with my best friend/co-pilot and fellow Sterek shipper. This song was on repeat while driving through torrential rain to find a cabin halfway up a hill. We were trying to see how many sterek fics we could create from this one song. I think we got up to 15.

This one is just good to listen to, especially while packing. I love the attitude.

My kiddo LOVES cars (rally cars in particular) and has recently discovered Cars the films and therefore Nascar. Through both Cars and Nascar he has discovered country music. Once he finds a song he likes, it gets played on repeat.

See above.

This is two Scottish Gaelic folk songs together - It's quite different from Welsh so I've no idea what the lyrics are but I'm pretty sure one of the songs is about porridge. Either way, the second song is my favourite and I LOVE Julie Fowlis.

Okay so... I have been distracting myself while packing by thinking up Sterek AU's. This song sparked one of them. I mean I do love this song (I think the music arrangement is fantastic and totaly cinematic) but... Okay so my AU is a Fallout esq setting, lots of sand, americana etc and Derek drives an old pickup truck. For this song he's travelling around, trying to set up communication networks, fighting monsters etc (while being a monster himself) and while he's on the road he finds himself falling in love with the mysterious DJ, Stiles, who he hears on his radio as he travels place to place, setting up the communication systems for him.

This one was stolen from @oldefashioned writing playlist and I genuinely have played this on repeat SO much. I love how haunting (and haunted) it is! Thanks for sharing your playlist all those months ago!

This song follows me! I didn't even think I'd played it that much but hey! It's a classic. My gramps used to play this style of music on his guitar when I was little and when I learned to play the violin I was desperate to play like him, but I wasn't allowed. Later one of my frends, who taught dance, convinced me to do belly dancing with her and this was one of the songs! Either way, it always makes me smile when it comes on!

Not listened to this one since I was a teen! It's SO dramatic but I still love it (the guitar solo!). It's tied to the violin playing because I couldn't play gypsy jazz or folk or anything I wanted to play. I had to play classical so this was my small rebellion at the time. I used to practice trying to play this instead of whatever I'd been asked to play (could never get the ending right!) and I got kicked out of a string quartet because of it. No regrets! - and obviously I am still trying to figure out the Sterek Au to go with it. Something to do with haunted woods, the hunt, lots of snow and blood.

[soufsidesiren]

blog entry 5: misty rain

today was quite a full day. a full three parter. this morning i woke up around 8am. helped my grandmother get ready for her morning for the first time in a while (a task my father seldom leaves to anyone other than himself). cooked breakfast for my family and did the dishes while i played a jazz vinyl set on yt which is later exchanged for let's make a deal followed by the price is right as is typical for the 10 and 11oclock hours at home. a ton of seemingly menial tasks, but i really found such joy the routine of it all today. it reminded me of the mornings i used to spend in my apartment in los angeles, the only difference was being able to share these moments with my family.

i don't know why but i felt particularly sentimental about my drive to babysit today. maybe because its probably my last time for a while seeing my little angel with such regularity. honestly the fifty-minute drive across town has gotten me way more comfortable with driving and spending time in the car than i could have otherwise anticipated. between the phone calls catching up with friends and new playlists, albums, and djs the car has become a very comforting and intimate quasi third space for me. a misty rain glazed my windows as flew down 75 and for the first time i actually noticed the leaves beginning to change. my typical route now spotted with hues of muted red and yellows nestled between the usual expansive stretches of seemingly endless green. atlanta. my city in the forest. slowly peeks between trees and over hills finally revealing her damped silhouette above the tree line like the castle of the final boss. i have come to learn and love the winds and hills that hide her away for safekeeping.

today was a short day with the little one. i arrived around noon put him down for his nap then woke him after two. because of the rain, there was no park visit today. instead we spent the afternoon exploring the pages of a new book i found yesterday in closet. he has really been enjoying identifying the animals and colors on each page. after a bit of reading, we had lunch. it been really beautiful to watch his appetite grow and his willingness to try new foods expand under my care. while i don't think i can take credit for it, it has been nice to witness regardless. then it was time for me to go, and as if he knew i was leaving for a while my little one gave me a long embrace unlike his usual indifference to my going. today he nestled his cheek up against mine and said "bye bye.. domgameek" oh i will miss the innocent butchering of my name.

then back on the road. sounds sponsored by a friend's dj set. i love the way they put music together and this summer set still plays incredibly through this vivid fall day. i weather through traffic and don't mind to much as it gives me time to enjoy the rain and music all to myself.

then at home. my mother and grandmother hurry out the door for a concert. leaving me, my father, and brother to our own devices. my mother has left the chicken out for me to make dinner. a task that my father is surprised she has entrusted to me and that i so readily obliged. oh, the role of the eldest daughter. i feed myself and tidy my things. find a good playlist and get to the task. part three of my day has begun and honestly, i still enjoy the labor. i catch up with my father. share with him all the fun things i've found this week and that i've started a blog on tumblr. "is tumblr still a thing" he says "to me it is" i reply. "i used to have tumblr. it was good for pictures". i don't inquire about what types, but my father is an enigma that never ceases to surprise me. he eventually returns to his room leaving me to my work. i season the wings my mother has left for me and let them marinade until eventually throwing them into the air fryer. i start work on a playlist i'd been meaning to finish since i found the opening track after being inspired by all the good listening of the day. a call from a friend on the road breaks my temporary solitude. i've missed their voice and stories. their experience is a source of constant inspiration to me. grateful for the call. we catch up for what never feels like long enough. i finish with the evening an edible, a bit of yoga and now here i am writing.

this has been my most thorough entry yet, nothing particularly remarkable happened but i wanted the day to exist as richly as i experienced it. until tomorrow

[edward-d-sonata]

JFL Ch.3 Party

Sika smiled as she heard the song playing as she pulls up to the plantation style house parking her bike near Perona's black and pink  2012 Ferrari Italia . Taking her helmet off with her jacket and leaves them on the bike as she goes in to see. Most of the people were Luffy's friends before spotting her bestie wearing a black and white gothic Lolita dress as usual. "SIKA!!!", Luffy and Perona yell hugging her as she hugs them both back "So where's the food? I haven't ate since lunch.", she says as Luffy pulled her to the kitchen "Thatch give Sika some food , Sika this is Thatch , him, Marco, and Izou are the oldest out of the 6 of us, This is Killer's Sister Sika she an amazing mechanic she's the one who restored traffy's vette.", Luffy said as she couldn't help but slightly blush at how hot his older brother was as his brown hair was tied back into a ponytail as his warm brown eyes gazed into hers. "It's nice to meet you Thatch", she says shyly as Thatch smiles brightly. "It's nice to meet you too Sika, I haven't seen you around here or at my restaurant before so what has robbed my gaze of your beauty?", he asks openly flirting with her as she blushes more. "I don't really have a chance to go to nice restaurants as usually it's just work or the gym unless Perona invites me somewhere.", she says honestly as she fixed her plate. "We'll once you're finished eating I can show your u what I got in this month for my collection.", he says smiling as she nods taking a bite before swallowing and hears the music stop as the DJ speaks "we got a request for this song from Perona for her Bestie", Apoo says as Sika smiles hearing Angel by Shaggy "She wants me to do something for her if it was something real big it would be Jack Teagarden playing instead of Shaggy, So Batsy what is it you're wanting me to do this time?", she explains to Thatch before asking Perona.

"Easy Beat the shit out of the asshole that cheated on you with that bitch just because you didn't give in to his pressure.", she says glaring at Drake as Sika sighs seeing the smug bastard walking to her . "Well, Well if it isn't the Psycho and her doll , Parties aren't your thing and I know you aren't here with a date after all who would be with a girl that doesn't do anything in a relationship and lives with the four guys she works with.", Drake says as it was taking all the restraint she had to not beat the shit out of him then and there. "Hey Perona I thought you'd at least ask me to beat up someone who'd give me a good fight not a little shit that needed me to save his ass cause he was too chicken", She said as she continued to eat acting unbothered. Thatch walks to them "you good girls, or is he bothering you?", he asks chuckling hearing Sika call Drake a chicken as Perona got an idea "Hey Thatch why not go show Sika your car collection.", she says as Sika smiles and Thatch gently takes her hand in his large calloused one leading her out to the garage of the house where his collection was.

After he made sure no one had followed he turned on the lights as he gently squeezed her hand in his "Bloodstone the other lesser known birthstone of March definitely is a unique username beautiful.", he says smiling "So let me guess I gave myself away with telling you I was a Mechanic?", she asks shyly "bingo but I'm glad it did now we can actually have a conversation but I know that you're matched with two other right? BluePhoenix and KimonoGuy I know who they are as the three of us were in the same room when we joined , I wonder if you'll be shy and adorable or hot and feisty when you find them out, also would you consider dating me while giving them a chance also I'll go ahead and tell you our ages are 45", he said honestly as he was a bit nervous as he stood in his black slacks and chef coat with his scar making him even hotter in her eyes.

"Well as I said in my message I'm not the best mentally and there are some days it gets to where I become numb and emotionally and mentally shut down and in the past i have self harmed and tried to kill myself but my brother caught me before I could go through with it tomorrow I'm calling to make counseling appointments , the reason I still live with my brother, Kidd, heat, and wire is because there are days where I literally can't be left alone because I become a risk to myself if you are sure you can handle that and not being able to have sex with me until I say I'm ready for it then sure.", she says as fear , doubt and panic clouds her mind as he smiles and leans down and kisses her forehead pulling her to him hugging her.

"Sex is nice but I have a feeling when you're ready to tell me your reasons you will and until you're ready I'll respect your boundaries and won't cheat on you unlike that asshole who didn't deserve such a beautiful woman like yourself, I'm proud that you told me upfront about these issues and that you're seeking professional help for it, how about we go for a walk together get away from the others as I can tell you like to put on a strong front infront of others.", he says rubbing her back as he soon lets go feeling her nod as he let go taking her hand as he stood at his full height of 6'8. He leads her out of the back door and down a trail to a beautiful moonlit grotto with a Gazebo covered in climbing roses.

Sika smiles walking out with him "Thank you Thatch even though we've only met and talked today.", she says as she sat beside him cuddling into his side as he pulled out his phone handing it to her as she put in her number and handed him her phone so he could do the same. He kisses her cheek being a complete gentleman towards her but soon her phone buzzed and she saw it was Law who texted saying he was headed to the shop. "Hey Thatch , Wanna ride with me to the shop?,I gotta do maintenance on Law's car since I'm the only one he'll let work on it.", she asks standing up before he stands with her "Sure but do you have an extra helmet?", he asks as she nods before texting Perona that she was headed off with Thatch.

She follows him to the front where she puts on her jacket and helmet before grabbing the spare jacket and helmet she had in her saddle bag. Once he had it on he let her back out before getting on with her as his hands stayed on her hips as she drove them to the Garage where Law was standing outside of the door. He raises an eyebrow wondering who was with her before the two got off and took off their helmets and jackets. "Now that's surprising almost as surprising as you going to a party.", Law says smirking knowingly as she opens the garage door to assess the earlier damage done to the Lyft.

"Alright Law you know the drill put it over the pit.", she says as Law nods driving it over the large semi oil pit as she lines him up before popping the hood as he walks to Thatch to talk to him alone. "So you two are a thing right? If so don't hurt her she's been hurt enough and don't push her away when she's becoming overly affectionate or clingy cause she doesn't want you for your money or name. Before you ask Perona told me also she likes becomes possessive and jealous but not controlling.", he says watching her work on his car. "So Law how do you know this about my girl?", Thatch asks calmly. "Perks of being the Asexual best friend.", he says honestly as he sips on his can of monster.

Sika soon comes over and yawns softly as Law gets an idea "Thacth why not stay with her you know how to drive a motorcycle right take her to your place for the night she's had a rough day", he suggests as Thatch nods leading her out after law left in his car. "Hey beautiful do you need anything from your place so you can spend the night with me?", he asks as she nods and takes his hand leading him to the two story house as Heat was sitting outside on the porch swing with a duffel bag packed for her. "Already got her bag packed with all she will need for your place Thatch , but if you hurt her like that asshole Drake you're dead meat.", he threatened before tossing him her bag as she smiles and softly giggles as she got silly when she was sleepy unless she was on her period. The brunette nods catching the bag before gently picking her up and carrying her to the bike and putting her on it before putting her helmet and jacket on for her before doing the same for him self. He drives them into the garage before picking her up after taking their gear off.

He carried her inside glad to see the party had died down before he began walking through the kitchen spotting Perona walking towards them. "So are you two an item or not?", she asks smirking as Sika had fallen asleep. "Yes but as you and few others know I'm a package deal so gotta see what happens when she meets them.", he says seriously as Perona nods "of course now get her to bed she usually gets up around 5 am not to mention since Kidd got injured her and Killer her to take on his jobs as well .", she says as Thatch nods carrying her to his room and laying her on his bed before shutting the door and beginning to change her clothes for her putting her knee length cactus pattern nightgown on her. He soon plugged both of their phones up , then he strips down to his black boxers pulling on some basketball shorts and crawling into bed pulling their hair ties out and cuddling her as she clings to him.

[maikatc]

oh wait i got tagged | song tag

@tenacious-scripturient tagged me for this so thanks dude:

list ten songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tag three people. (because yes, ten is too much)

and i’ll be adding why i’m listening to them and/or why they slap because teehee i like reasoning 

1.) Come Along/The Much Much How How and I album in general by Cosmo Sheldrake

i got back into listening to the album from thinking of doing a cover of Come Along (was thinking Solar Waltz but CA brings a lot more fun in terms of playing around in vocals) as well as thinking about the story i made to go along with the whole album. also, it slaps. 

2.) Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical/Joe Hawley

it’s its own masterpiece, and i got back into it after showing a friend the end.

3.) Say Yeah by Kishi Bashi 

because who can’t get past the flute solo?

4.) Volunteer by Bitter Ruin

it just has that creepy but whimsical vibe to it that i like to imagine slow dancing or falling to it, don’t know why, but it’s pretty 

5.) Humility by Gorillaz

i have an idea of an opening sequence for this song, plus beach vibes be cool 

6.) Carnaval by Lisa Ono

the song is beautiful and i lowkey hope its the winter guard show we have this year, simple as that

7.) Coldest Night of the Year by Vashti Bunyan and Twice as Much

should’ve been a christmas classic, the vibes are too strong 

8.) Alex on the Spot from Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa 

blame the fact that i finally figured out the name after having it stuck in my childhood mind for ages

9.) Höstvisa by Tove Jansson and sung by Johanna Grüssner

Grüsser’s is my favorite version of the song considering the composition that feels more,, i don’t know how to word it, genuine? it sounds like something that takes you out of it and brings you into the woods and a lullaby almost 

10.) Aguarela do Brasil by João Gilberto

to be frank, i listen to more Jobim than Gilberto but this song just brings a nice warmth and homeyness in tone, plus i was thinking of a really colorful and bright dance sequence to go with the song and i needed to visualize with the music.

now then,, i’ll tag @athenathebandit, @thewholeuniverseisrighthere annnnd @thewannabeauthor

[nixotinix]

Miscellaneous Jackson/Holt headcanons because I have them brainrot and I know these boys better than the MH execs actually. Below the cut :3

-My biggest and fave headcanon!! Jackson is actually Hyde's kid, and Holt is Jekyll's. Let me explain. In the original book (which I've read dozens of times, i have a problem), Jekyll is sociable, gets along well with most others, and is a popular figure in society. Hyde, meanwhile, is more of a recluse, sometimes disappearing for months at a time, and tends to shy away from the limelight. Hm. Now who between Jackson and Holt seems like the more social one? Now Nix, I hear you cry, what about Jackson's mad scientist element? That's a Jekyll thing. Yes, BUT. Social awareness tends to be more of an ingrained thing, something someone is either good at or not that good at. Science, on the other hand, is a skill, an interest. Something that can be changed or decided. Since most people assumed Jackson was Jekyll's kid, hell, they share a last name, I like to think Jackson was like yea, ok. Guess I should be good at science and he ended up really liking it. This is mostly just my 4 year Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation talking, but feel free to talk w me about this!!

-Again pulling from the original J&H, Jackson and Holt can replicate each others' handwriting perfectly. Holt can, has, and will use this for mischief.

-Once again pulling from J&H, Jackson is taller than Holt, and Jackson is almost freakishly tall. Jackson is around 6'3" and Holt around 5'4". Holt usually wears platform shoes to make the height difference less noticable, but the difference is still definitely there. This also ties into my sweet sweet Jackson/Holt x Frankie heart, with Jackson being significantly taller than Frankie and Holt being a bit shorter (with Frankie at about 5'7").

-In addition to Crossfade, Jackson has three pet rats that he keeps in his coat pockets. Their names are Plato, Thales, and Socrates.

-Holt can play eight instruments: the guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, trumpet, alto saxophone, violin, and the lyre.

-Thanks to his fire elemental heritage, Jackson can create a small fire at his fingertips. However it takes a decent bit of concentration and it only lasts as long as he can hold his breath. In addition, he can withstand higher temperatures than most humans and, when exhibiting a strong emotion, his body temperature rises to the point that small heat waves can be seen rising from his shoulders.

-If Deuce gets to be besties with Jackson, he gets to be besties with Holt too. They hang out after Holt's shows and at Deuce's job.

-Jackson asked Deuce to stone him once "for science". Deuce refused adamently. Jackson is still trying to get him to agree.

-Due to my own personal backstory for the boys, they live with their dad in the monster world.

-They still hang out with Heath sometimes. Holt more often than Jackson.

-Jackson does all of their schoolwork save for music theory.

-Jackson likes sitting on elevated surfaces. Holt, to one-up Jackson, often sits on even more elevated surfaces. It's not uncommon for him to climb up onto the roof of a car or the top of a dresser.

-He also just likes climbing things.

-Both Jackson and Holt know sign language. Jackson because he's just kind of a nerd, and Holt because he can't really hear when he's out because of the fact he needs loud music to stay out in the first place.

-Jackson would never admit it, but he logs onto Holt's Spotify every now and then to listen to his playlist. They share similar music tastes. And maybe sometimes Jackson adds random songs just to be a little shit, but that's partially why he'd never admit it.

-Okay so maybe I have a 3 and a half hour playlist of songs I think Holt would like. You can't prove anything.

-Holt has only ever turned down an invitation to DJ once. It was for one of Cleo's parties that was shortly after that one Halloween. He still holds a grudge against her, but is willing to hang out with her for the sake of his friends.

-I have a song I associate with each of them the most. Jackson's is Mister Glassman by Scotty Sire and Holt's is Instant Crush by Daft Punk.

-In addition to music being a trigger for switching, another trigger is over/understimulation. If Jackson gets overstimulated, boom, Holt. If Holt gets understimulated, boom, Jackson. It's not as prevalent or common as music though.

-Jax makes dolls of his friends with locks of their actual hair and flakes of skin. His friends find it disgusting. He finds it endearing.

-he's been trying to off Heath with his doll for 4 years.

-Jax is kind of a homicidal maniac,,,,,,,

-While Holt is chill like,, 98% of the time, if he wants to be scary, he is downright TERRIFYING. Picture like,, bright blue flames, unblinking eyes, and a crooked-toothed grin. Enough to make almost anyone piss themselves.

-Holt is really only loud in big social settings. If he's ever one-on-one with someone or all alone, he's almost completely non-verbal. Whether it be social battery or the tism is unknown.

-Jackson, on the other hand, is quiet in big social settings, but will talk someone to death if they're alone with him. Rambling on and on about different chemicals and metals and their interactions with each other.

-That's all! Feel free to add your own hcs in reblogs or notes, I'll probably add on every now and then.

[lewisdiary]

Amber Lounge

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, explicit, alcohol, drugs, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3,600+

What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a club all by herself?

Another party, this time in Monaco. Your glass, filled with what seemed like a very expensive gin, vibrated to the the loud music playing in the club.

Let loose. You thought to yourself slightly lowering your body-con black dress and searching for familiar faces.

You looked around the VIP party you had been invited to. Ever since your dad's business put him on the "Forbes Richest" list your reputation had skyrocketed along with it. You were an A-lister yourself at this point, everyone longed for your appearance at their events, and as if your life depended on it, you attended. Your social media and events presence had helped you befriend the hottest models and richest rappers in the game and you quite enjoyed the lavish lifestyle.

You and your dad had flown down for the Monaco GP weekend, courtesy of the team principal of the most popular F1 team, Toto Wolff. Surprisingly, it was your first Grand Prix, and probably your last. The hospitality was, as usual, amazing but you found watching cars go around in circles slightly boring.

You took a rather large sip of your gin and started to tune into the beat, your body processing the large quantities of alcohol you had decided to ingest.

Because you hadn't been invited to the Grand Prix by a driver in particular and had failed to engage with any during the "boring" weekend, you found yourself attending the party and having to fit in all by yourself. Making your way through the club you encountered a few drivers, whom you recognised and recognised you, and their respective guests. You knew you weren't an easy face to forget, so it didn't take long before a few people started commenting about your presence.

Making yourself comfortable around the younger squad of drivers, your body swayed to the loud music that hit your ears. Your eyes shut as you engaged with the environment, allowing the melodies and strong base to sway you in.

"You're a Mercedes guest, aren't you?" A familiar voice rang through. Russell. Your eyes opened to look at the briton who stood very close to your ear, making sure his words were getting to you just fine. You nodded quickly, downing your drink before replying to him "Well, my dad is. I just tagged along"

His lips turned into a small smile as he took a good glance at you, leaning closer again he chatted a bit more; "and what did you think of it?"

"Not my vibe" You shrugged jokingly. "This though, is!" You put your empty glass down in a nearby table and pulled George into what seemed like a circle of people dancing, as In Da Club by 50 Cent started playing.

You both started dancing to the song, George's friends joined, and in no time you set yourself in the party ambient, drenching yourself in alcohol as more bottles were brought in at the request of Russell, Latifi, and a few other younger drivers you hadn't gotten your way around.

0 To 100 / The Catch up - by Drake came through the speaker.

This DJ knew his set you thought, before excusing yourself from the crowd that had embraced you. Feeling the need for a switch of environment you made your way to the bar. On your way, you drunkly greeted a few familiar faces, Bella Hadid and what looked like some actors who had come down for the Grand Prix.

Sitting on an empty stool at one of the bars in the Amber Lounge you asked the bartender for a glass of your favourite, gin. Your head nodded to the beat, it pounded hard. You knew you were more than tipsy at that point, but there was no sign of slowing down.

"Ayo! Bring us a bottle of your most expensive Prosecco!" You heard a voice yell through a line of people standing at the bar. A familiar voice.

His voice sang along to the lyrics, you were tempted to turn around to check who was yelling right behind your ear but your motion to turn was interrupted by the glass of gin you had requested being brought to you.

As you fiddled with the purse that hung around your shoulder, looking for your card, the familiar voice spoke again: "I've got that for you. On my tab, Mikey!" This time much closer to you.

You turned to your left, wanting to finally put a face to the voice your alcohol-filled brain didn't seem to recognise. Looking at the 5'9 figure standing next to you, it hit you that: you had failed to engage with any driver during the Grand Prix except for one.

It was more than obvious that you weren't going to be at the Mercedes garage and not meet their prominent stars. Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. It was Qualifying day and after an amazing performance from both drivers, Toto, at the request of your dad had introduced you to his prodigies. You had gotten the chance to meet the drivers and congratulate them both for their front-row quali positions.

Bottas was the quiet one, after meeting you and your dad he excused himself to his driver room. Lewis was more of a personality, he knew your dad from reading about him and their conversation seemed to flow from F1 to business to possible future lunch meetings. He glanced at you from time to time, the conversation didn't interest you but he somewhat did.

You knew Lewis was quite the party boy and a ladies man, it suited his champion attitude, so seeing him at the club did not surprise you at all. He had won the Grand Prix you remembered, your mind doing a little backflip to being at the back of the garage and giving him a quick hug after your dad had burst into "here's the man of the evening" compliments.

Your altered system forced you to bite your lip at the thought of Lewis Hamilton standing in front of you.

"Hey, it's you!" His eyes widened at the realisation, his breath smelled like nothing but expensive alcohol. He was drunk as a skunk, and to your liking, he looked extremely hot.

You widened your eyes jokingly, following his cue. "It is I!" you laughed slightly, trying to mock his accent.

"I met you on Saturday, no? Your dad is Toto's friend. What's your name again?" He grabbed the Prosecco bottle that had been handed to him and moved an inch closer to you.

"Yep, that's my dad! Y/N!" you yelled through the gap left between the two of you.

"And what's a beautiful girl like you doing in the club all by herself?" He asked before singing to a few lyrics of the song that currently burst through the speakers that were placed at the bar.

"Enjoying herself." You grabbed your glass and, nodding at him as a thank you for the drink, you stepped down the stool and made your way to the dance-floor. Nervously nibbling on your bottom lip at your choice of words you wondered if a little mystery was enough to keep Lewis interested.

Your hips moved at the sound of Ginza by J Balvin and almost immediately, you felt a body swaying along with yours. Him.

Lewis took a sip of the Prosecco bottle he was meant to take back to his group of friends as his own hips fell in somewhat of a sync with yours, his free hand grabbing your left thigh pulling you closer to his body. His motion felt like a cue for you to bend slightly and begin to grind on the "man of the evening", he deserved a little fun after the hard-work he put out on the track.

Eyes started turning to you two, as your bodies got carried away by the effects of the alcohol you had been consuming. You shrugged out the thought of being watched. If Lewis was comfortable, you were too.

"Y yo hoy estoy aquí imaginando. Sexy baila y me deja con las ganas" Lewis sang along to J Balvin but he sang it so close to your ear, he knew it was meant just for you to listen. His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you didn't know what the words meant but he made them sound sexy and it empowered you. You chewed on your bottom lip as the DJ switched songs and moving away from him you sipped on your gin, cheering at the former drivers that had put you in the mood to party, who shot you back just as happy glances.

"Come to my table! Let's have some fun!" Lewis' drunk voice echoed through the pounds of your head. He was quick to grab your arm and pull you through the crowd to a more secluded area.

"Y/N everyone!!" He yelled once you approached a group of what looked like more mature and older people. Everyone turned their heads at the two of you and cheered loudly at Lewis' introduction of you, almost as if they were celebrating you tonight.

Daniel Ricciardo. Winnie Harlow. Neymar Jr were some of the faces you were able to recognise at first glance, everyone seemed as slapped as you, some of the girls were high as kites twerking on anything they could put their asses to. Now this was more your vibe.

As the night went on; more drinks came, you danced and enjoyed yourself. Sexual tension between you and Lewis had become hard to ignore and the amount of alcohol in your body had you craving him... all over you.

It's now or never you thought to yourself.

Downing your, God knows what number, cup you looked at Lewis who found himself having fun with his mates, his smile widely spread across is face, revealing his perfectly sharpened canine teeth.

If anything, we blame it on the alcohol.

You mentally thanked the Dj as Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled started playing. Lewis' eyes darkened as he noticed you approaching him. Your dress hugged your body perfectly, making your figure hard to look away from. In a blink of an eye you had found your groins against one another's grinding on each other to the beat.

As the song went on, Lewis spun you around, having you against him drove him crazy. His hips thrusted your back, his fingers digging the skin on your thigh. He licked his lips at the thought of you, and almost as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night, his lips met your bare shoulder.

Without ungluing his figure to yours, his tongue slowly traced your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He mumbled in between kisses on your bare skin. He didn't have to win you over with compliments, he already had you.

You could feel death glares from Lewis' female guests because of the moment you and the world champion were sharing. You used the uncomfortable stares as your cue to leave, turning to Lewis for the first time in what seemed like a long night, you stared into his - slightly droopy from the alcohol - brown eyes. Your arms automatically swung to his neck, he had yet another bottle in his hand but did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I don't think your friends are enjoying this little show we're putting on" You mumbled, signalling to the ladies who stood in the corner. Your eyes went from staring into his to looking at his lips, your breathing had become intense as you felt Lewis's body awfully close to yours, his member slowly caressing your upper thigh. He licked his lips, noticing how badly you stared. At that point of the night neither of you could contain how much you craved one another.

"They don't have to watch" Lewis whispered, shooting a quick glance at the models who seemed rather upset with his lack of attention on them; back to you, before grabbing your arm and pulling you through a back door that was close to the VIP area you were in, he mumbled: "I know a place".

You found yourself stumbling through the front entrance of a rather fancy building. Lewis lived conveniently close to the Amber Lounge, and in no time, his body guards had escorted the two of you to the penthouse.

Thanking his driver, you made your way into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut close, Lewis had you pinned against the back wall. His eyes darkened again, his breathing hard over your lips.

Even drunk as a skunk, he looked and smelled amazing.

You watched him bite his lip as he leaned closer, making you crave his lips on yours even more.

It felt like heaven. When Lewis finally crashed his lips on to yours, his body weight causing you to lean further against the wall... it felt like heaven.

You groaned as the kiss didn't last as much as you wished to, the ding from the elevator interrupting it.

You were given no time to take in the surroundings of Lewis' perky home. He placed his arms on your hips and you automatically straddled him, the heat was back like it had never left, your lips were on his yet again. He kissed you so passionately you thought he was compensating from not doing it earlier. He knew his way through his home, and as your tongues met, he quickly found his way through his living room to his astounding suite.

Lewis dropped you on his bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. Behind him, the view of Monaco’s nightlife and beach shone through his large windows, the moonlight setting the perfect ambiance for what seemed like an exciting night for the both of you.

Your thoughts were distracted by Lewis’s touch. He had quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside, his fingers now rested on top of your wet panties, his thumb caressing your clit. His body hoovered over yours, you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing your body to feel Lewis’ movements on your area.

“Look at me” He demanded, his voice as deep as you’d ever hear it. “You’re so wet” He mumbled once your eyes obediently met his. Starving for him inside of you, you pulled your dress up your waist not once breaking eye contact, which caused Lewis to smirk. He attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on your bare skin, his fingers slid your panties to the side, and with a small bite to your neck he inserted two fingers into you. You gasped at his sudden movement and your walls clenched in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Lewis muttered as he felt your juices coating his fingers. As instinct your knees bent, allowing Lewis to get a better grip of your inside walls. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. As your moans started getting louder, you feared Lewis had neighbours so you instantly bit your lip trying to contain your pleasure-filled screams.

“L-Lewis” you stumbled on your words, he knew just how deep to thrust and how much to curl his fingers. You longed for him inside you, your fingernails digging his tattooed back and your head titled back.

“Yes, baby?” He was enjoying watching you squirm in pleasure, his member hardening at the sound of your voice in his room.

"Don't make me wait" you pleaded, not being able to contain your hormones any longer. You wanted him inside you: “I want you. I want you to cum with me”

As if your wish was his command, Lewis’ drunk figure moved his hand away, he stood in front of the bed, and you took the moment to remove your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped and tanned body. Lewis, on his turn dropped his jeans. Both of you stood in awe of one another for awhile, hunger rising. He observed your breasts, and you engulfed the length of his now erect shaft.

You slowly removed your panties and dangled it in front of him, teasing the man that was going to eat you alive, the room smelled like expensive cologne and Prosecco. Lewis jaw hardened, his tattoos made his muscles more prominent... You just wanted to dig your fingernails on his biceps at that stance. He grabbed the panties off your hand and threw them to the side along with your dress and swiftly made his way on top of you. Cupping your breast with one hand, his thumb played with your nipple whilst the other filled his mouth. You lowered your hand and began to stroke Lewis’ cock; as soft and deep moans leaving his throat, your spine shivered.

“I want you so bad” You whispered, placing Lewis right at your entrance, the tip of him rubbing against your wet and now throbbing clit.

“How bad, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips. With his voice in a demanding whisper, you were quick to realise how much of a tease Lewis was, he enjoyed making his victims beg for him. He knew how good he was.

“So… so bad” You moaned into his lips. Just as much as Lewis, you knew what you wanted and you too knew how good you were. Not wanting to waste another second you took charge, placing his shaft at your entrance you helped him penetrate you. Lewis broke the kiss he had engaged in with you, a loud moan leaving his mouth once he felt how tight you were.

It took you a second to adjust to Lewis’ length as he made his way in and out of you, although intoxicated, he noticed your slight discomfort: “Are you alright?” he questioned, his furry brows tightening.

“Shh… don’t stop” You reassured him. With your hand around his neck you brought his head down to yours, you had grown to love his soft lips around the flesh of your neck. At your call, Lewis lowered his weight on to you and steadily picked up the pace. Every thrust brought you closer to an orgasm, his cock rubbing on your perfect spot.

You clenched your walls, digging your nails through his tattooed back. “Fuuuck!” You heard Lewis scream in absolute pleasure at the tightness around him. Lewis’ thrusts became deeper and faster, his forehead had grown sweaty, the room steamy. As he picked up his pace, all you could hear was small grunts from his perfectly sound voice and the clapping of his thighs against yours.

“I’m gonna cum” He moaned through shortened breaths. His warning brought you to your dominance senses. The thought of having Sir Lewis Hamilton begging you to cum extolled your ego. Without thinking twice you shifted your weight to the side, motioning what was well understood by Lewis. It was your turn to be on top.

Lewis, at the realisation that he was sleeping with a woman who knew what she wanted, eagerly obeyed and placed himself closer to the headboard of his king sized bed, not minding that you had interrupted his almost-orgasm.

Feeling good about impressing the seven-time world champion you slowly crawled up to the man that looked at you so hungrily, lust in his eyes only becoming more and more visible. His jaw clenched again as you straddled his waist, his now, thanks to you, cream-full cock entering your threshold again. Another loud moan, this time from the both of you. You bent over slightly, placing your hands on Lewis’ shoulders for support as you started bouncing on him.

“Just like that baby” He sang to you, one hand was tightly wrapped around your neck, and the other slapped your ass as hard as he could bring himself to. It drove you crazy, it made you want more of him in you.

Your breathing had gotten harder and your forehead had met his. “I want you to cum for me” You demanded. Lewis knew he was close to his finish line, but wanted you to finish with him. As you seemed to enjoy, he kept his veiny and robust hand around your neck, giving it light squeezes every time he felt you really deep.

His free hand moved to your clit and you shot your head back in utter pleasure.

“Right there… Keep it right there” You begged, knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next thirty seconds. Lewis, in satisfaction, rubbed on your throbbing bud whilst his own hardened at every movement of yours. His teeth met his bottom lip and his eyes fell shut. You knew he was ready to release, but you weren’t going to let him off easy.

“Look at me” You called. Your ego growing with every sign of obedience from Lewis. His eyes watered a little, you knew you had him, and every thrust brought you both closer to your orgasm.

“Baby…” he whispered, his hand still in circular motions around your clit, his grip becoming weaker “Please” he begged, at no point breaking the eye contact you called for. Pleased with his submission, you mumbled: "Don't stop", and he understood the assignment. You both picked up the pace, his finger on your wet clit in circular motions and you on top of his cock, bouncing up and down.

Before you could say knife you felt your legs shaking, your whole body trembled as you released all your juices on Lewis' hand and cock, a loud moan leaving your throat, your voice echoing in the penthouse.

Sorry neighbours.

And with no time to digest the wonders that Lewis had done to your body, he quickly pushed you off him and you obeyed, his pulsating cock releasing right then and there, on his six-pack filled torso.

You were both breathing heavily, laying on your backs. The comfort of Lewis' bed took you in, your head pounding again from the intoxication, the large amount of alcohol still in your system. He chuckled slightly at the turn of events of that Monaco GP Sunday, his gaze never leaving his ceiling.

Eager and starving for more of you, Lewis found in his deep breaths strength to ask: "When do you leave?"

[bouncybrain]

Something’s Fishy at Fazbear’s

OKAY

AU TIME. DON’T HAVE A NAME FOR IT.

I’ve only got design concepts for Sun and Moon (separate, here) but my brain took the general concept and ran with it, so [Mario voice] heRE WE GO!

(it’s gonna get long, so to save your dash I’ll slice it with a read more somewhere)

Fazbear’s is no longer a mega pizza-party chain. The company is more education than entertainment, though with their focus on children’s education that means children’s entertainment isn’t far behind. Instead Fazbear’s is one of those huge interactive museums or whatever they’re actually called. Discovery centers? Something like that. Anyway, it all started out small like with traveling displays n whatever, but eventually got big enough for permanent establishments. This AU and the ideas I have for it are primarily for the Security Breach time but other game-times do exist I just haven’t thought about them.

Animatronics play a big part in Fazbear’s reach and popularity, obviously, because of how sophisticated and advanced they are compared to the opposition; these animatronics have also always been part of the displays in varying sorts of ways. Originally they were just there as set dressing, but in present they’ve been expanded to roaming designated and themed zones. Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and Bonnie were the original animatronics, all designated to run a sort of “ecosystem” and “circle of life” display. Over the years they’ve been separated into their own zones. In present times there have been various additions in various different Fazbear Exploration Centers (everyone’s in this AU, just make a location for the game and there they are!) but the original four have always been present in the most central and profitable of the lot. I’ve got a few ideas on designs and functions and such, but I’ll save that for a potential later, if it comes to that.

Freddy, mascot and most popular animatronic character, is primarily deployed in a deciduous forest sort of zone; his primary topics are, of course, deciduous forests and their ecosystems. This means he knows just... so fucking much about the flora and fauna typically found in such ecosystems. Usually only a couple months behind research if Fazbear’s is having a good year. Capable of covering in other ecosystem zones.

Chica primarily deals with... well, no ecosystems at all. While initially she was part of Freddy’s zone, she’s been modified to instead fit with a food processing sort of area. From farm to grocery store shelves, Chica knows it all! Want to know what cows make chocolate milk? She’s got you covered! Everything and anything about food, she knows (most of) it! Except she can’t cook; she only covers the raw foods, since she’s working with kids who don’t normally need to know how to cook.

Monty works in one of the most popular zones: DINOSAURS. Him and his zone are some of the newest additions to the FEC line-up, primarily to teach kids about evolution and how that changed dinosaurs over the many, many years (and how gators like him are so GENETICALLY SUPERIOR that they’ve remained relatively unchanged). Has real bones in his zone, the bone zone, if you will.

Roxy gets... an industrial zone. Cars and robotics and factories are all under her jurisdiction; these attractions are heavily sanitized for children, as well as being heavily Fazbear-focused for obvious reasons. Her zone has lots of fake machines and displays of machines the kids can’t reach. All the kids can get at are relatively simple machines with a heavy emphasis on “harmless” interactables. There is an RC racing track! She’s very protective of it.

DJ Music Man is here, and he’s ready to party! This guy covers music and music history. Because real instruments are too delicate to leave out for hundreds of children to touch every day, there’s a lot of cheap plastic instruments for sale in his zone. It also goes into the general science behind sound and the art of music. He’s still a spidery guy because the zone looks like a concert hall and I’m not going to take that from him. (But he’s a little smaller. A little more interactable.)

Sun and Moon finally get their turn since they’re the ones that started all of this! There’s really no point to a daycare area in a place like the FEC, so they’re instead a zone split in two all about the ocean and oceanic life! This zone is more like an aquarium than anything, with Sun and Moon capable of speaking over loudspeakers outside their tanks to teach everyone about the fish they live with. The other half of the zone is less... alive and more full of plush toys and other soft things. Their zone really is more relaxing than any of the others, which means they get a lot of tired parents and kids and more-or-less it’s a sort-of daycare. The lighting is also split half-and-half in this zone. Aside from Monty’s mood-lit bone zone dinosaur zone, Moon’s half (deep-sea half) is the darkest place in the building.

THIS BRINGS ME TO THE GAME PLOT

Security Breach can still very much happen: children go missing from the FECs, they try and cover it up, past games go here. Freddy and Gregory go on a mission to GET OUT and run into Freddy’s friends being a little sus on the way. Really the major difference is just the Daycare section obviously can’t happen the same; I didn’t think about this much but Sun and Moon could very easily have access to all the cameras in the building and can broadcast information over an internal network to the other animatronics in the building, which means Gregory has a harder time hiding from the others. The Daycare section can be replaced with idk Gregory turning off the WiFi or something.

Or, since this is an AU, we can do one of my favorite things and pick and choose from the canon plot and instead apply those little bits into

Our Own Plot

By which I mean can you imagine a soaking wet fish-robot with a head that kinda looks like a sun flopping around on the floor throwing a fit because his zone wasn’t cleaned up properly and now he has to do it ALL HIMSELF while his counterpart is actually cleaning? Maybe a plot where the isolated and lonely Sun and Moon get upgrades so they can do the legs AND a tail thing and can meet the others. Or maybe it’s just a blissful tank life for the two of them and everyone’s happy and no child kidnappings and murders ever happened.

Idk if anyone’s gonna do anything with this just info dump of an idea, but if you do

Please show me! My asks (anon enabled) and submissions are open, and you can absolutely tag me!

[prvtbugsbuggins]

Caboose and his ungodly amount of sisters.

A post for both my reference and for you all to enjoy.

The idea of Military Alphabet being used as names was inspired by Red Battalion, Blue Regiment by @tinfoil-jones. It's a great fic u guys plz.

More stuff under the cut.

Caboose and his sisters were all taken from a pool of war orphans during the great war. All of them had their homes glassed and barely escaped with their lives. The oldest at the time was little more than a small kid, so many of them don't remember having parents or a life before they were taken into the SPARTAN III program. For all they know, this was all normal to them.

Indiana was the oldest and was the one to remember what parental love was all about, so she was the one who kept an eye on everyone else and did her best to be sure that they had love while growing up. Their training was extremely harsh and she made sure it was as fair as it could be.

Here are the siblings, from oldest to youngest. Once they were old enough to leave the program, all of them chose their own names. Caboose was chosen as the last name, and all of them keep it as a sign of solidarity.

Name: Indiana ‘Indy’ Carnation Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant General

Armor Color: Dark brown and tan

Designation: INDIA

Description: Freckled pale skin with green eyes and red hair that she keeps short. Absolutely stacked. 9Ft tall even. Is missing a leg but has a cool cyborg one to replace it. Defacto ‘leader’ of the Spartan Siblings and tends to call the shots. Is high enough rank to make sure her siblings are treated well no matter where they end up.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works mostly with Holly.

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Name: Holiday ‘Holly’ Yuletide Caboose

Rank: Major General

Armor Color: Green and Red

Designation: HOTEL

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and black hair that she keeps long. 8’11’’ tall. Is built more slender but can still break your neck. Is the one who usually keeps track of all the siblings and makes sure they are okay. Organizes the yearly get together.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works mostly with Indiana.

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Name: Winter Solstice Caboose

Rank: Chief Warrant Officer 5

Armor Color: White and Winter-mint Green

Designation: WHISKEY

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and white-blonde hair that she keeps short. 7’9’’ tall. Is built more slender and is stupidly flexible, giving her a rep as an escape artist.

Currently: Alive and still in active duty. Works as a battlefield tactician and invents war-games for training purposes.

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Name: Tango Rio Caboose

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Armor Color: Black and White

Designation: TANGO

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and blonde hair that was kept short. Was more short and squat but absolutely stacked. 8 ft tall even. Used to bench press actual benches with people on it.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Vicky Ableton Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Teal and Pink

Designation: VICTOR

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and hair that’s always in a different color done in a ‘fluff hawk’ hairstyle. 8Ft tall even and built more slender. Is faster than the other siblings in terms of speed.

Currently: Alive and retired. Currently works as a DJ and plays for raves while making her own music.

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Name: Sierra Nevada Caboose

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Armor Color: Tan and Gold

Designation: SIERRA

Description: Rust colored skin with black eyes and black hair kept long. 8’5’’ tall and was more focused on martial arts, so she was rather slender. Could one inch punch people across a room.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Charlie Beatrix Caboose

Rank: Sergeant Major

Armor Color: Green and Brown

Designation: CHARLIE

Description: Warm dark skin with brown eyes and black hair kept short. Built more chubby and squat at 8’6’’ tall. Can hug you to death though, so be careful. Used to be able to pick up cars so the wheels could get changed faster.

Currently: Alive and retired. Writes and illustrates children's books based off stories she told Caboose when he was little.

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Name: Luna Moonbeam Caboose

Rank: Sergeant Major

Armor Color: Black and Blue

Designation: LIMA

Description: Pale skin with pale blue eyes and pale blonde hair kept long. Just pale, lol. 7’11’’ tall and built slender and trim. Is really good at psychology and has a knack for motivating people without them realizing it. Takes active interest in troop morale and writes papers on how to improve it.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Works as a drill sergeant and her teams perform better because she gives them all lollipops when they do a good job.

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Name: Juliet Romeo Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Yellow and Green

Designation: JULIET

Description: Freckled pale skin with brown eyes and blonde hair kept long. Built like a muscular country farm-girl at 8’7’’ tall. Can pick up fully grown cattle and move them where they need to go.

Currently: Alive and retired. Works on a farm where she raises various livestock with her wife. Caboose gets to name all the baby animals born on said farm.

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Name: Fox (Foxy) Trot Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Orange and Black

Designation: FOXTROT

Description: Tan skin with blue eyes and red hair kept short. More wiry and slender than most other sisters and stuck more to stealth tactics than outright assault. 7’10’’ tall.

Currently: MIA. Last seen on Reach.

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Name: Echo Echo Caboose

Rank: First Lieutenant

Armor Color: Dark Blue and light Blue

Designation: ECHO

Description: Dark skin with brown eyes and black hair kept short. Quite muscular and built at 8’6’’ tall. Usually specialized in hand to hand combat and liked to use knives and other bladed weapons.

Currently: MIA. Last seen scouting uncharted territory.

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Name: Ollie Oxenfree Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Pink and White

Designation: OSCAR

Description: Pale skin with brown eyes and black hair, kept short. Is more slender and built more for stealth and misdirection type of combat. 8’4’’ tall and can pluck your heart out of your rib-cage if need be.

Currently: Alive and retired. Works as a therapist and specializes in PTSD traumas.

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Name: November Showers Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant Colonel

Armor Color: Dark Red and Orange

Designation: NOVEMBER

Description: Tan skin with brown eyes and orange hair kept short. Is built like a bruiser at a good 8’10’’ tall and a body to put bodybuilders to shame. Likes to count how many teeth she can knock out of someone’s head with one punch.

Currently: MIA. Was last seen on Reach.

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Name: Kiki Piña Colada Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Light Pink and Light Yellow

Designation: KILO

Description: The smallest sister at 7’8’’ tall and slender. Pale skin with blue eyes and pink/blonde hair kept long. Enjoys looking pretty but is scarily good at assassinations. Likes to use her unassuming looks against people. Has beaten up selfish lovers.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Trains special forces troops.

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Name: Bravo Blue Caboose

Rank: Lieutenant General

Armor Color: Blue and Black

Designation: BRAVO

Description: Pale skin with blue eyes and brown hair kept short in a buzz cut. Likes piercings and body mods. Has an unbelievable pain tolerance and likes to freak out her recruits using it. 8’10’’ tall and built like a linebacker. Sometimes will stand there and let people attack her and laugh at their attempts to hurt her. Will kill you if you make her siblings cry.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Works on top secret things that are secret. It’s mostly boring stuff, like paperwork. She hates it.

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Name: Quinn Sable Caboose

Rank: Captain

Armor Color: Grey and Purple

Designation: QUEBEC

Description: Tan skin with green eyes and brown hair kept short. Tends to dye tips of hair purple. Is covered in tattoos. Is very muscular and big at 8’7’’ tall and can pop someone’s head off their body like a grape. Makes a newsletter for all her siblings so they know what’s going on with each other.

Currently: Alive and in active duty. Trains forces in how to work together as a team and not die.

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Name: Zelda Triforce Caboose

Rank: Captain

Armor Color: Dark green and Light Blue.

Designation: ZULU

Description: Dark skin with brown eyes and long dreads dyed in a wide range of colors. Built to be trim and slender. Could choke you out with her legs. Is 8ft tall even. Probably has ADHD and is very excitable.

Currently: Alive and retired. Currently makes VR video games and programs for a living.

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Name: Michael Jaybird Caboose

Rank: Major

Armor Color: Blue (the best blue)

Designation: MIKE

Description: It’s Caboose, our boy. 7Ft tall even with brown hair, blue eyes, and is built like a brick house. Gives the softest hugs, though.

Currently: Alive and in a mix of active duty and ‘retired’. Pets dinosaurs and plays ‘games’ with his squad.

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If possible they all try to meet up together at least once a year and they actively send letters to each other. They will call if close enough, but since everyone is doing something different, it's unlikely that two siblings would be on a planet together at the same time. All of them are extremely protective over each other, especially to Caboose since he is the baby. Despite some being retired, they still have and wear their armor because it's so ingrained in themselves. Eventually many more will decide to retire and pursue other interests once they figure out what they like.

Also all of them have a barcode tattooed on them somewhere. Not for evil purposes, but because it's easier to scan a code that can't be removed and make sure you aren't going to kill your Spartan by accidently giving them a medication they are allergic to.

Feel free to use if you like as well. I will be using this as a reference for my own works, lol.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 3, Chp. 9″

"Black Butterfly, sail across the waters Tell your sons and daughters what the struggle brings Black Butterfly, set the skies on fire Rise up even higher So the ageless winds of time can catch your wings"

Deniece Williams – "Black Butterfly"

Disa spotted Pamela in the middle of the floor.

The moment the beat hit her ears, Pamela threw her head back and tossed her ass in a circle letting Disa know it was good to go.

The beginning was always the difficult part of her sets when she was trying to create a montage of feelings through sound. There were peaks and valleys she had to hit in order to hold the audience hostage. She almost lost it halfway through Zana High Life when the host shouted out DJ Geechee Dan standing on the side of the stage. Disa had been trying to find him up in the VIP section and he was right there, less than twenty feet from her watching her cut up a live mix.

It was Erik that saved her from bumbling her set as she focused on him moving instead of Geechie Dan being so near her. He came out of nowhere and she had no idea he could dance so well. The boy showed out and Pamela tried to keep up. It brought a smile to her lips to see him grab her homegirl and dance Pamela around. No one had ever been able to hang with her, and Erik pushed the woman to go all out.

Disa reeled everyone back in when she let Erik's voice quote "Beloved" over the music. He matched the tone of the syncopated beats. It sounded romantic. Dreamy. She took a respite and let the mix play as she watched him dance. So fluid. Like water. She knew he practiced capoeira and decided to go off script and freestyle her set. Dragging down some berimabau sounds, she cued up a Brazilian jam and dropped it on top of her own drumming in time to the stringed instrument. It struck like a thunderbolt on Erik and it shocked her to see him backflip and hold his body in a handstand as his legs moved in slow motion before he crouched on the floor low and swayed to the ancient sounds.

The boy was bad.

Loose hips and expressive arm movement fooled everyone into thinking he was just jamming instead of showing off a martial art. Disa was in awe and almost missed her next transition cue because she was so mesmerized by him. How could that brainy, standoffish, and arrogant man-child turn into a snake-hipped God of the dance?

Pamela jumped back on him and Disa played with them both by skipping her planned closing and taking the two of them to the Black Queer spaces she roamed with Pamela and friends. Punching up the voice of the icon Selvin Mizrahi, aka MC Debra, Disa brought in ballroom beats.

"That shouldn't have been the question," echoed about the space and Pamela stopped dancing with Erik and pointed a finger at Disa.

"Don't play with me, bitch!" Pamela shouted before she dropped to the floor and duck walked like the diva she was. This attracted their other homegirl Tatum who dipped several times making Yamilet stand aside with weak knees. Pamela played with Tatum in a simulated ballroom battle over Erik's attention until Tatum pushed Pamela aside and twirled around the youngster capturing his attention. The audience roared when Erik dropped into his own duck walk challenging Tatum. Erik's friends howled and the entire venue lost it when he dipped three times in front of Tatum making her storm off in a pretend huff as he duck walked after her before spinning on his back and shoulders. He grabbed Tatum's hand and ground on her ass with the closing notes of Disa's set. Loud whistles and claps erupted, and she waved to the crowd before the lights switched over to the next DJ who looked frightened at the prospect of following up after her.

Tatum rushed over to her swiping back long strands of crimped and twisty hair.

"Girl, your lil man was out here giving what he was supposed to give! Is he…?"

"Erik? No, I don't believe so."

"He was putting that thang on me like he wanted a piece of the good, Sis. He grab on me again like that and I'll let him get a taste."

Tatum's dark brown eyes were glossy from drinking and she followed Disa as she carried her crate of vinyl to the green room.

"He's not the type to turn mean if he knows….y'now…" Tatum said.

"He's very open. I don't think he'd trip to know you're Trans."

"Good. Cuz he could get it from any of these women out here. Did you see him move? I know Pamela is butt hurt that she was not the center of the dance universe tonight."

Tatum watched her tuck her crate under a covered table and push them far back with her jacket on top of it with her computer bag.

"I liked how you closed out your set."

"People liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah, but I worry cuz you know how these niggas be wildin' if you bring in the Fam in hetero spaces. Everybody turns into homophobe and kills the vibe for everybody."

Disa's cell buzzed. She pulled it from her back pocket.

"Yamilet and them. She's out by the car now."

Disa dragged her crate back out and Tatum carried her computer bag for her. They headed outside to the parking lot. Yamilet was there with Pamela, and Essie. She opened her trunk and Disa dumped her stuff. The women gave her joyous hugs and high fives before they traipsed back in to catch the other DJs.

Erik ran up to her breathless.

"Hey! I thought you were leaving!"

Disa patted his arm.

"No, just putting my gear away. Erik, these are my friends…"

She introduced everyone, and Erik shook their hands. Tatum and Pamela gave him big hugs and Yamilet snapped her fingers at him.

"Geechie… Hey! Geechie Dan, hold up!" Erik shouted.

Disa's heart dropped in her belly. Erik shook her idol's hand and brought him over to Disa.

"This is Disa Abdullah-Woods, your biggest fan," Erik said.

"My dear, sweet, woman, you are a master class of gifts. That set was-"

Geechie Dan kissed his fingers to end his praise.

Disa held out a trembling hand to him.

"No, that's not gonna do, Buttafly. Bring it in," he said opening his arms wide.

Disa burst into tears.

"Hey, I'm nobody to cry over," he whispered.

Geechie Dan gave Disa a big hug, and she stood there like a blubbering baby. The years that she spent practicing what she would say to the man if she ever met him in person went straight out the window. She used to laugh at people who became overly emotional meeting celebrities, but now she totally understood the overwhelming feeling that surged through her.

She wiped her eyes and Erik rubbed her back with gentle circles.

"I've been a fan since I was a little kid," she stammered out.

"Erik here told me. I told him how much I enjoyed his dancing and he just went in about you."

A crowd surrounded Geechie Dan, but he ignored them, his twinkling eyes on her.

"It has been a long time since I've seen a DJ create a set with so much intention behind it. You have something special in you, young lady. Never lose that gift."

Disa's mouth seemed to lose all ability to work. All the things she wanted to say stalled in her throat. He was there in the flesh. Standing in front of her.

"Disa has a radio show you should go on," Erik suggested.

"Oh yeah? Give me your number. I'll call you up and we can chop it up."

Geechie Dan pulled out his cell and Disa gave him her number, her voice a soft shell of its usual assertive tone.

"When I get some free time, I'll hit you up. Excuse me, they want me back up on stage. Amazing set, Disa. Keep spinning!"

The man shook her hand with both of his and his entourage and promoters swept him away.

"She's still in shock," Yamilet said waving her hand in Disa's face.

Erik's bright smile attracted her attention. Had he not spoken to the man, Disa may very well have missed her opportunity to meet him, let alone remember to ask the man for a radio interview. Her mind floated with the surreal nature of the experience. Her cell buzzed.

Here's my number. I'll be in New York in a few weeks, would be open to an in-person radio interview.

Geechee Dan's personal cell number. She had it. In her palm.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's shoulders. She planted a big fat kiss on his lips.

"Damn, what was that for?" he said.

"Being here," she said.

He wiped his lips and smiled.

"Erik…"

Chloe slinked up and slipped her arm in Erik's, tugging him towards the dance floor. Disa watched him enter the thick crowd of swaying bodies to dance once more.

###

Her night was a dreamy success.

Disa stayed in a popular hotel with her friends, and they hung out in the bar. Erik strolled into the lobby with his friends. In a tipsy stupor, Disa walked over to him with a fresh drink in her hand. "Didn't know you were staying here too," she said.

He took the drink from her and sipped it down.

"Hey… you can't drink this here out in the open, you're underage!"

She snatched it away from his lips.

"Nah, it's after midnight… I'm twenty-one now," he said.

"Oh, shit. It's your birthday? Today?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, Erik!"

She hugged him tight and gave him the glass of liquor.

"Enjoy," she said.

"What room are we in?" Jace asked.

Erik's dorm companion looked sleepy along with two other guys.

"301," Erik said handing Jace a key card.

Disa's friends called for her to return to the bar counter.

"Come celebrate with us," she said pointing to her group.

"I'm beat, to be honest. Thanks for asking me though."

"If you change your mind, we'll be down here."

"Good to know."

"Thanks for everything, Erik. Tonight was really special and meant a lot to me. Especially with you hooking me up with Geechie Dan."

"Glad to make your dream come true."

His eyes penetrated hers.

"Okay grown-ass man, go to bed," she said pushing on his arm playfully.

"You're drunk," he teased.

"A happy one at that," she said stumbling off to join her girls.

Three more drinks later, after a heated discussion with a group of men who hovered around them trying to interject their unwanted opinions about dating, Disa leaned over the bar counter and asked for a special birthday cocktail for Erik. She went to the lobby restroom, collected the drink afterward, and excused herself from her friends. She took the elevator to the third floor and found Erik's room. The fruity exotic drink had a lot of strong liquor in it. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer. She could hear a tv on and talking going on inside.

Kelvin, a cute nerdy string bean answered the door.

"Is Erik up?" she asked.

Kelvin's eyes nearly popped out looking at her.

"You were so good," he yelped.

"Thank you… um… Erik?"

"He's not here."

"Not here? Did he go out?"

"No, he's in that room," Kelvin said pointing across the hall to room 302.

"Thanks," she said.

Kelvin closed the door and Disa did a one-eighty and rapped her knuckles on the new door. She toyed with the blue umbrella and pineapple garnish on his drink. Erik answered. Shirtless and wearing tight gray boxers.

"Hey," she said.

"Um… Hi. 'sup?"

"Birthday drink. A proper one."

She thrust it out to him and tried to brush past him, but he held an arm up in the door jamb blocking her. Her brain failed to register that he didn't want her inside, and she bumped against him, her breasts touching his chest.

"I can't come in?"

"I have someone here," he said.

Her eyes cut behind him. Chloe was draped in nothing but a sheet, the tops of her breasts threatening to spill over her arm that clutched the covers.

"Oh, snap. I'm sorry. I thought you were staying with the guys over there. Didn't realize you had your own room. Here, enjoy the drink," she said.

Erik took the bulbous glass, and his expression was full of embarrassment. He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him. Disa stepped back from him and fumbled with her hands.

"Handle your business. It's time for me to get to bed myself… get some sleep. Have fun!"

She tried to sound jovial, but something in the back of her throat made her voice accusatory. As if she caught him doing something behind her back. For months she thought of Erik as her little pet. He was her loyal puppy, and she had to admit she enjoyed all the fawning he did over her. But he was also a young man with needs. She tried not to look at the package that was hanging in his underwear. The outline of it was showing off. God forbid if he was a grower too.

"Me and Chloe kinda got this thing going on now…"

"New girlfriend and good birthday sex is a blessing. Night Erik."

She turned to leave and pivoted back to him.

"Can I put on a birthday dinner for you and your family? I know you're planning on eating at Toulouse, but I would love to host your birthday party at my place."

"That's too much Disa. I have a lot of people coming in from all over."

"How many?"

"Fifteen—"

"Pfft, boy, you've been to my dinner parties, you know how I get down. Fifteen is nothing for me."

"The cost alone will be crazy—"

"Let me handle that. You deserve a special day. You made my night amazing, let me show my appreciation. What would you like to eat?"

Erik's eyes grew thoughtful, they dropped to look at his drink.

"I love your Confit de Canard,"

"Aw, I see. I finally got you to give in to duck meat."

"It's gonna be hella expensive."

"Don't worry about it. Let's say six sharp on Saturday, three courses and Turkish coffee with a birthday cake."

His eyes lit up.

"I'll let my people know."

"Tell them to dress up. I'll plan a splendid evening with games afterward."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her in close.

"Thank you," he said.

"Better get back to Chloe. Don't want her chewing my head off for keeping all of this out of the bed."

She smirked at him and wandered down the hall.

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Chloe had a frown n her face when Erik walked back into the hotel room.

"What did she want?"

"Birthday gift," he said holding up the fancy drink.

He sipped it, and the liquor was too strong for his tastes. It would knock him out before he had a chance to smash Chloe. He put the glass on the nightstand and pulled off his boxers. His dick was already at half-mast.

"Why is your dick like that already?"

Chloe sat up, and the frown on her face deepened.

"Looking at you gets me excited," he countered.

Hopping into the bed, he pulled back the sheets and swiped her nipples with his tongue.

"You're attracted to her."

"Disa? That's my homegirl—"

"Everyone knows you have a crush on her. You turn into a puddle whenever she's around."

Chloe folded her arms over her breasts blocking his access.

"If your dick is getting hard for her, maybe you should get some birthday sex from her instead!"

"Chloe. Stop trippin'. I'm giving this dick to you."

He rubbed the hardening length against her thigh. She slapped it.

"Wanna play rough?" he said.

"Was your dick hard for that Trans chick too?"

"What?"

"Disa's friend. The one with the long fluffy hair. You didn't know?"

"No. She fine as fuck though."

"You'd fuck a Trans woman?"

There was disgust on her face.

Erik sat up. He'd been around Trans women and Trans men all his life, especially in Brazil. He had a Trans play uncle in Sao Paulo who used to babysit him and his play cousin Marisol.

"A woman is a woman. She got titties I can play with and a hole I can fuck, I don't see a problem—"

"Ohmigod! You really would fuck her."

"That ass was amazing."

"I can't believe you're serious!"

"Are you a queerphobe? Cuz if you are, that's not gonna work for me."

"No… I just… I can't picture you being like that."

"Like what?"

"Accepting. You're like a man's man—"

"A Transphobe? I wasn't raised like that. My mother would never let me treat people like shit who didn't deserve it."

Chloe stared down at her hands.

"I'm glad to hear that, actually."

"Yeah? Why?"

Her eyes welled up.

"My sister… she's transitioning… he's becoming my brother and I worry about him going up against guys like you."

"Guys like me?"

"Y'know overly masculine. He's coming to visit me in a few weeks and I wanted you to meet him since he's interested in capoeira."

Her eyes met his.

"I didn't mean to be accusatory about Disa's friend. She's beautiful. Prettier than me."

"You're the prettiest woman in this room right now."

She slapped his hand and smiled.

"But you do like Disa. Right?"

"She's my friend. I had a big crush on her when I first arrived on campus, but now… she's like a mentor… a big sister. We're close and she teaches all kinds of cool stuff. I probably do act all goofy when I'm around her—"

"It's cute… really. I just… let's forget about it."

He kissed her. With guilt. Disa meant more to him than just a big sister or a mentor. She was the ultimate woman. But she would never see him as a man.

Chloe wrapped her lips around his dick and rolled a condom on his shaft after she plumped him up to complete hardness. She presented her backside to him and he sank into her walls and pumped, enjoying her soft sighs and cries of passion. He took off the condom much later as she allowed him to fuck her raw in the ass and dump a hot load in her anal walls. She kept his mind off of Disa and those lush breasts that truly made his dick thicken and visibly tell Chloe the truth. Disa was his dream girl. Everyone could see it.

###

The large package arrived at Disa's house the day before Erik's birthday party. She called him on his phone to tell them that a big box with a D.C. return address and B. Dunduza written in black block letters was sitting in her living room.

He drove over to her house, and Disa watched him tear it open. There was a note on top of the bubble wrap.

"Kept these in storage for you. We wanted to wait until you turned twenty-one to have them. Cherish them as we cherish you."

Uncle Bakari and Auntie Shavonne both signed it.

Erik removed the layer of bubble wrap and his heart nearly stopped.

He fingered the old dark brown leather, and a breath shuddered out of him.

"Erik? You alright?" Disa asked.

She put a hand on his shoulder as he lifted the leather-bound journal from the box.

"These are my father's journals," he whispered.

Opening the first journal, he recognized the careful Wakandan script written by his father's powerful hand. They taped a small piece of bubble wrap on the page. Erik unraveled it and gasped before falling on his backside.

"What is it?" Disa asked, rising concern coloring her voice

Opening his fingers, Erik stared at the wondrous gift.

His Baba's ring. Attached to the chain his mother bought for him as an anniversary gift. The chain his father wore the night he was killed by King T'Chaka.

His family birthright.

Now his.

Chapter 10 HERE

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The Ex-Boyfriend

A Jungwoo fic that’s part of our a Halloween Series!

Summary: as a stripper, you always found yourself dancing for odd men, but one night, you’re assigned to dance for your ex-boyfriend, Jungwoo. Things go well, really well..that is, until the next day when you discover his secret.

Pairing: Bachelor!Jungwoo x stripper!reader

Genre: smuttt, angst, horror

Warnings: alcohol use, smut!! (Dry humping, oral sex (m and f receiving), car sex mentioned, protected sex), deception, blood, knife use, violent acts.

Word Count: 5.7K

(A/N: about a year and a half ago someone requested a Jungwoo smut fic..well...I finally got to it💀there’s a big plot twist at the end though, it’s quite disturbing so..I’m sorry in advanced❤️but other than that I hope you like it👀)

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[8:50 PM]

You massaged your body with a glitter infused lotion to compliment your skin. 

You liked feeling like a literal shining star when you danced, so why not.

It’s almost time to head to your client for the night, a wealthy bachelor that was due to be married in two weeks. His friends hired you to give him one last night with a private dancer before he was “bound to one woman for the rest of his life.”

They made it seem like his life was over, but you were used to it. Men always wanted one last night where they had “options” and could freely look at the women whose bodies they desired.

You didn’t care, you just wanted the money so you could save up for a music studio and continue to make your own songs. Tonight was gonna be like any other night. You dance for them, but they can touch you. Just look pretty and sexy for a few hours, you can do this. 

You never knew the identities of the men you danced for because it wasn’t necessary, they were all just blank faces for you.

But you didn’t know that tonight would be different.

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[11:36 PM]

The private party at the upscale apartment was starting. About six of your coworkers were there with you, dancing slowly and grinding to the music with the men at the party.

The guys drank and laughed with each other while they drank beer and took shots. They were all sweet and respectful, no on acted out of line..yet. I’m sure none of them wanted to deal with the 6’5 and intimidatingly strong bouncers outside of the door that were there to ensure your safety.

Your coworkers flirted and gave the men lap dances while you stood in the corner and watched. You were assigned to the man of the night so technically you didn’t have to dance yet, but you were growing impatient. You wanted to get this over with so you could take off your harnesses, makeup and 6 inch platform heels.

Was he shy? Was he not interested anymore? Some men grew nervous with these kinds of parties. You weren’t sure what his problem was, but what you did know was that you needed to make some money. No dancing=no money, your boss was kind but she always made that clear.

All this alcohol around you and you couldn’t even drink it either. You only drank water and watched your friends have fun and the men shout and woo over them like they were at the club. 

You decided to speak to Johnny, the hired DJ that was spinning some trap music with sexy deep bass and intoxicating singing. Enough to make any man want more than just a lap dance.

“So..the man of the hour isn’t showing, huh?” Johnny said after he took a sip from his red solo cup.

You rolled your eyes and stood beside him at his set table. You looked down and observed all the expensive tech supplies he had.

“I guess not..”

He turned and looked you up and down. “He’s missing out.”

You ran your hands up your sides and played with your bra straps while biting your lips before giving him a wink.

“You think so?”

Johnny laughed as you stepped closer. “Yeah, you look amazing..as usual.”

You blushed. You did have a small crush on Johnny but he was in a complicated relationship with his girlfriend for the longest time. You never got a chance to ask him to dinner. But then again, you weren’t sure if he liked you too, or if he was just like any other man that thought you were sexy. 

“I could, you know, dance for you if he doesn’t show up..” you looked back at the table.

“And when I’m done..you could repay me by letting me play with your toys..” your voice trailed as you reached out to touch one of the sound pads.

He quickly grabbed your wrist and shook his head.

“Oh no, baby, not these toys..”

You stuck your tongue in your cheek and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

He rubbed his thumb on your wrist and licked his lips. “I can show you my other toys later..”

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but a loud uproar came out from the living room where everyone was.

“He’s here!! Hell yeah!” One of the men shouted.

You looked to the door and saw him walk through. Another man patted his back and  ruffled his hair.

“There he is!!” The man laughed.

You walked away from Johnny and closer to the room so you could finally see your client’s face. It was him.

“Jungwoo?” You said quietly.

“You know him?” Johnny asked, you didn’t know how he heard your voice over the music.

“Yeah..we..dated..in high school.” You sighed, shit.

“Well..that’s awkward.” Johnny laughed and put his headphones on.

You stepped into the living room and twirled your thumbs. Things didn’t end on bad terms, so you weren’t sure why you were nervous now. 

He’s just another client, just dance for a few minutes and you can go home. He probably doesn’t even remember you, don’t be affected by this.

You lied to yourself. Of course he remembers you, you were each other’s firsts. 

Your heart rate grew and you panicked as you watched the adorable man smile and talk friends. 

He didn’t have that awkward bowl hair cut anymore. Instead, his hair was part to the side and cut low on the sides and the back, he gained more muscle and height, towering over his shorter friends. But his eyes were still a deep, beautiful brown that sucked you in.

Oh, he was still handsome. It’s only been three years since you last saw each other at graduation, but he had grown so much.

He broke up with you because he knew he’d be going to college overseas, but it still hurt. You wanted to try to make it work, but he didn’t.

You thought you had gotten over him, but the stinging pain in your heart told you otherwise. And here he was, getting ready to be married to the love of his life, who wasn’t you. Clearly, he had moved on.

You cleared your throat and looked at the floor. You walked away and went to the kitchen to get some water.

You closed the fridge door and rested your head against it, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. 

It’s just a dance, it’s just a dance. You’re used to this. He’s just another blank face.

“Y/n...” his heavenly and breathy voice entered your ears from behind you.

You turned slowly and looked at the ground, feeling a sudden shyness as you remembered that you were only covered in leather straps, a g-string and glitter.

You held onto your solo cup tightly and looked up at him. “Jungwoo..”

He smiled and it sent that familiar feeling through you. Like a thousand small birds were trying the escape the cage that was your chest.

It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years, and you wondered if he knew he had this affect on you still.

“It’s nice to see you..you look amazing.” He gasped and stepped closer.

You gave a small smile and tucked your hair behind you ear. “Thank you, it’s..nice to see you too.”

Jungwoo laughed. “so..they told me, you’re my dancer”

You nodded and laughed. “Yeah, if I knew you were gonna be the man of the night I would’ve declined.”

Jungwoo’s beautiful eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that..I’m not gonna make you dance for me, I know I’m not your boyfriend anymore.”

You gasped when you realized that what you said may have been offensive.

“Oh..no, I didn’t mean..I mean, I’ll dance for you if you want me to! I just..I wish I knew beforehand. It’s not you..it’s...”

Jungwoo waved his hand. “it’s okay! I know what you meant, I’m not offended.” He giggled, his goofy smile made you feel warm.

You smiled wide and thanked the universe for making the music loud enough to drown out the sound of your thumping heart.

“D-Do you want a drink?” You turned and opened the fridge to get him a beer, not noticing that his eyes drifted to your behind and your shiny legs, all the way down to your heels.

“Sure.” He licked his lips and quickly looked away.

You turned back around and handed the beer to him. “So who’s the lucky person?”

You tried your best to smile and look genuinely happy for him.

His smile turned into a frown. “She’s a girl I met at college..but..” he was interrupted by his friend.

You wanted to ask but what? Why did it look like he had second thoughts on his marriage already?

“why the hell are you drinking that shit? We got the champagne ready!”

His friend grabbed his hand and motioned to you. “Come on.”

You nodded and took a deep breath before walking after them.

They all hugged Jungwoo and clapped for him as he struggled to open the champagne bottle. He was still so awkward. He turned to you and laughed, almost as if he heard your thought.

“I-I can’t get it.” He gave up and handed the bottle to his friend.

“Come on Jungwoo! You have to learn how to do this before your anniversary.” 

His friend called out while twisting the bottle opener into the top.

Jungwoo stepped away from the center and by your side. His hand ghosted over yours. He wanted to touch it, to feel your skin again.

Jungwoo was staring at you now, even as you watched the man open the bottle. He missed seeing your features, your smile and your eccentric eyes. 

He had a weakness for you unlike anything else. Even his fiancé couldn’t compare to you. He knew he was still in love.

You turned to him and smiled, looking at his plump lips as they parted slightly to tell you something.

But just as the words were about to come out, you were attacked by the spurting champagne onto your face and chest. His friend had angled the bottle towards you so that it would spray onto you as it opened.

You put your hands out and cried out at the sudden feeling of the cold liquid all over you.

The men laughed while your coworkers ran over to you to make you were okay.

“What the fuck, Donghyuck?!” Jungwoo yelled.

You ran off to the bathroom and shut the door. Luckily, none of the champagne had gotten into your eyes but you still lowered your head to the sink to wash your face off.

You wiped your eyes and looked up at the mirror.

You heard a banging on the door. “Y/n! Are you okay?!” It was Tiffany, your closest coworker.

“I’m fine!! I’ll be out soon.” 

Shit. You mascara was running and your lipstick was smudged. Your makeup was a mess now and you felt like crying, how could you look like this in front of your ex? It was bad enough that you were hired to be a dancer at his bachelor party, but now you looked a complete mess.

Everything was going wrong and you started to tear up. He was happy with his life as a lawyer and his fiancé and here you were, a dancer that was saving up for your dream. And why did you still have feelings for him? It all made you sad.

You just wanted to go home, but you had to make money.

You heard another bang on the door. 

You threw the door open forcefully as you were frustrated at the nights events. You thought it was Tiffany being impatient, so you yelled. 

“I said, I’m fine! Just give me a moment!”

When you opened your wet and angry eyes, you saw Jungwoo’s worried face.

“Oh..oh, I’m so sorry.” You said quietly.

He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom before locking the door.

“No, I’m sorry. That was my fiancé’s brother, he’s an asshole.”

Jungwoo grabbed a hand towel and wiped your face gently, making sure to wipe away the mascara on your cheeks and the red lipstick stains around your lips.

He moved slowly and watched your lips while you looked at his concentrated eyes.

He was so close to you now in the bathroom, your back against the counter as he bent down to help you.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes while holding the towel at his side. 

“You’re still beautiful.”

His voice was low as he watched your wide eyes.

Your heart went wild, you looked at his lips and thought of how soft they were. 

“Thank you.” You quietly uttered out.

He stepped closer and took your chin in his hand, his hot breath hit your lips as he brought his face down to yours.

Did he still like you like you still liked him?

You swallowed hard and looked away, why were you getting your hopes up? He was due to be married in two weeks and surely, you’d never see each other again after tonight.

“I—I can’t do this, Jungwoo.”

“Y/n..I’m sorry, I’m sorry for leaving you..I never stopped thinking about you, but I thought you moved on so I didn’t want to bother you..I caused you so much pain, I’m sorry.”

Jungwoo let go and turned to leave.

You held his arm and stopped him.

“Jungwoo..” you weren’t sure why you stopped him, or even what you wanted to say. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind. His close presence in the intimate room was driving you crazy.

And so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

His eyes grew as he looked into your large ones.

“D-Do you love her?” You whispered, immediately regretting your invasive question.

Jungwoo licked his lips and looked to the floor while sighing.

“Y/n...no one makes me feel the way you make me feel, if it’s love that makes me crazy for you..then no, I don’t love her.”

You sighed and let go of his arm, he was still turned to leave.

“Jungwoo...” you quietly called out his name and with the sound of your beautiful voice, he quickly turned around took your face in his hands.

You closed your eyes as you finally felt his pillowy soft lips on yours. He kissed you deeply, never letting go of your lips as your hands rubbed his back.

His tongue teased your lips and explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, drinking in the taste of alcohol on his tongue.

He pulled away to breathe and put his forehead against yours.

“I wanted to do that all night.” Jungwoo chuckled.

You smiled and he placed wet kisses on your neck while you placed your hands behind you and onto the counter top.

You arched your back into him and moaned quietly again. Jungwoo put a hand on the mirror behind your head to steady himself.

“Jungwoo..” you were getting hot and sweaty as the heat from your close bodies built and the heavy breaths filled the air.

He didn’t push towards you. He was always shy when you made love, so you made the first step.

“Touch me, please.” You let out in a desperate breath.

Jungwoo couldn’t resist you. All the memories came flooding in, he remembered the dates you had together, your shy smile, your patience with him and even the way you felt the first time he came in you.

You tugged his shirt and lifted your legs up so that you could sit on the counter and wrap your legs around his waist. 

He ran his hands up your exposed thighs and breathed heavily as he looked at your exposed skin and lace covered private area.

He swallowed hard and went back to licking up the champagne that got on your neck.

You moved your lower body closer to him and grinded onto his crotch, wrapping an arm around his neck as he kissed your skin and bit it to leave a mark.

You moved your hot core up and down and over his covered erection, making a low groan escape him.

He pushed into you harder. You ran a hand through his brown hair and whined at the feeling.

You two were dry humping as the bathroom became hot and the sounds of your harmonizing whines and moans filled it. Jungwoo was a singer like you, so the two of you always made loud sounds when you had sex.

But luckily, the music outside of the door was louder.

You unbuttoned Jungwoo’s dress shirt while he watched your body grind against his. 

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?”

Jungwoo laughed. “Yeah, I came after like one minute..”

You laughed too and pulled him towards your face for another kiss.

“I missed you..” Jungwoo looked into your eyes, searching for reciprocation.

He smiled goofily when you blushed.

“Let me make it up to you.” Jungwoo tugged on one of the straps you had on.

“The first time sucked, I’ll be better this time..”

He kneeled down below you, pushing your legs away from his waist.

“Wait..what?” You asked as he looked up at you, his expression turning dark and daring. He moved closer to the apex of your legs, his hot breath fanning your lace underwear.

“I miss the way you taste, baby, let me taste you..” his voice lowered and you fell weak in his hands.

“Jungwoo..you don’t have to..” he was always a shy and obedient partner for you. You never had to ask him twice to do something as he just wanted to make you feel good. The men you had been with after him were cocky and self-centered, making sure they got off first and worried about you later.

He nodded and pushed his face towards your entrance while using his fingers to push the thin fabric to the side. He placed your legs over his shoulders and rested his head in the apex.

He licked a long stripe up your slit as you gasped and threw your head back.

He was slow and gentle with his tongue, using the tip to part your folds and collect the juices in between.

“Jungwoo..” you called out while fondling your breast.

He hummed when he heard you call his name, enjoying the way you moved onto his flattened tongue on your own.

You bit your lips and looked down at him as he added two fingers and circled his tongue onto your clit now.

Your breathing grew short and when you locked eyes with him. You could see a dark glint in them that sent chills up your spine and pushed you even further.

You could feel every dangerous flick of his tongue and every vibration. He moved his tongue faster as you moaned out louder and gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

“Ah..fuck..” you closed your eyes tightly as you came. He continued to kiss your entrance with his plump lips and lick up your essence as it escaped.

When he stood up, you continued kissing him.

He panted while you traced your hand over his bulge. You were about to pull his zipper down and get on your knees but he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Can we have..just one more night?” He searched your eyes with a sorrowful tone.

You thought about it while looking at his precious face. You were just a dancer, you shouldn’t have let things get this far. It was your duty to pleasure him, if anything. But then again, he wasn’t just another client. He was one of your most loving partners. What harm could one night do?

You nod.

Jungwoo takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom. Everyone is too busy partying to notice the two of you leaving, but Tiffany sees you. She was waiting for you the entire time you were in the bathroom to make sure you were okay.

You give Tiffany a nod as you head out the door.

Jungwoo took you back to his house on the countryside. You never stopped kissing even as he drove. You got on your knees and tasted his length, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

“Oh..y/n..” he glanced down at your head bobbing up and down as it coated his cock in spit. Your ass is up in the air and he can’t wait to touch it.

He wraps your legs around his waist and brings you to his room where he places you down onto the bed. You help him throw his shirt off, then go to take your heels and lingerie off , but he stops you by grabbing your ankles.

He tilts his head. “Keep them on for me, pretty.”

You nod and watch him crawl over you. He slides a condom on and pushes into you swiftly. You grip the sheets as you whimper from being stretched out so suddenly.

You don’t remember him being this big, but maybe he had a growth spurt.

You bent your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you again, making your breasts shake.

You lick your lips as his warmth from his large body takes you over. He kisses along your neck and groans while his cock slides in and out of your soaking pussy. It feels so good, he might just go insane if you stay so right for the rest of this.

He pushes in deeper while biting your neck.

“Jungwoo!” You cry out. 

Your nails scratch lightly at his back, your body trembles from being pushed closer with every satisfying thrust.

He grips your waist and forces himself into you repeatedly while watching you bite your lips and moan. 

You run your hand down his chest and abs. 

“I love you…” he looks into your eyes and says before rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You cry out. “Ahh!! Jungwoo..I missed you.”

“Will you stay the night?” His soft voice enters your ear and makes you shiver.

You’re so close.. you’ve never felt so adored, so wanted.

“Y-yes..”

Jungwoo smiles and grabs your waist as he flips you over him and lays down below you.

“Ride me, baby.”

He runs his hands up your thighs.

And you do as he says, swiveling your hips while bouncing up and down to finally orgasm. He digs his nails onto your ass to guide you down onto his cock.

He thrust upward into you and watches as your body becomes weak, your hair falls in your face as sweat coats your forehead. Your breasts move up and down, your nipples peeking through the falling bra as you move faster. All you can think about is the building pressure in the pit of your stomach, the way you feel every bulging vein run against your velvety walls.

You let out a few more moans and cry out, releasing onto him as he continues to pound into you from below.

Your body falls onto his chest limply, but Jungwoo finishes soon after once you tighten around him.

You both breathe heavily, he slides out of you and places you down beside him. Once your mind is clear, you go to the restroom to clean yourself up.

Meanwhile, Jungwoo goes to his closet and brings out a shirt and shorts for you to wear.

“Here!” He smiles widely once you open the door.

You grinned and thanked him while you took the outfit he brought for you.

The two of you fell asleep in his cozy bed not long after. Jungwoo played with your hair and massaged your scalp as he hugged you from behind.

“Jungwoo..do you really love me?” Your eyes were closed, the words barely escaped as you were half asleep.

Jungwoo smirked. “Of course.”

———

[The Next Morning]

You feel a stingingly cold piece of metal around your wrists. 

As you awaken more, you feel the same thing around your ankles.

“J-Jungwoo?” You try to rub your eyes as you peer them open but you only hear the jingling of chains.

“Good morning, y/n.” He says smoothly.

When your eyes finally open and focus, you look down at your ankles and see that they’re bound to the bed posts at the foot of the bet with chains.

You look to your sides and see your arms stretch above your head and bound to the bed posts as well.

“Jungwoo!” You yank on the chains. “What the hell is this?”

You brows furrow as you begin to panic.

Jungwoo stands at the foot of the bed. His back is to you as he tends to something on the dresser.

But then you notice he is in a long black gown.

“Come in! She’s awake!” He calls out.

Several men dressed in the same gown enter the room and stand in a circle around the bed.

“Jungwoo! Who are these people? What the fuck?! Let me go!!” You yank harder against the chains and begin to cry.

You look closer and recognize some of the men were from the party last night.

Jungwoo finally turns to you.

“Oh, y/n..I guess I should explain everything now.”

He smiles widely, giving you the creeps.

You ball your hands into fists and still try to fight your restraints.

“Jungwoo..please don’t do this!” You cry out.

“But I haven’t even explained what we’re doing yet?”

He tilts his head and smirks.

You breathe heavily and watch as he dips two fingers into the steel bowl in his hands.

“You see..y/n..a few years ago when I broke up with you..I was awoken. I was visited by a messenger of God and given the opportunity to change my life for the better.” He flicks some of the liquid onto your body.

You scream. “No!!”

He ignores your cries and continues. “I sacrificed my old life for a new one, one that would allow me to serve God by saving poor souls like yours..”

“Jungwoo! You’re insane!! I don’t need to be saved!”

“Oh, but my poor child, you do. You are the very definition of sin. You use your body to tempt men, lure them, and corrupt them. You, and other people like you, are the very thing that destroys our human race. We are so caught up in lust, that we fail to remember our God. We fail to serve him.”

“Fuck you! All you men were there last night! All of you paid for the entertainment, don’t blame me for doing something your thirsty asses wanted me to do!”

Jungwoo only laughs. “Y/n..God will be so pleased when he has received your saved soul.” 

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

He steps closer and flicks another spray of water onto your forehead.

“You’re a stripper and you must be cleansed of your sins, you must beg for forgiveness.”

“Fuck you!” You squirm on the bed.

“Help me please! Can't you see he's insane?!”

“I will now drink this entire bowl of holy water and transfer it to you. I did not spread my semen in you last night for fear that I would be tainted, so now I will bless you with my DNA.” Jungwoo tips the bowl into his mouth and gulps the liquid down.

The guy standing to your other side grabs your chin and holds your mouth open.

You try to close it but his grip is too strong. You whimper and struggle against your restraints once more.

Jungwoo spits the holy water into your mouth. You tried not to swallow it but you had to breathe.

You gag and choke once he pulls away and your chin is released.

You cough up loudly and squint. “Please..Jungwoo..please don’t do this, I’m sorry.”

Tears escape your eyes.

“It is not I that you should apologize to you, it is God. But do not worry, your sacrifice will be enough for our cult.”

“C-cult?” Your eyes widened as it all came together. Jungwoo joined a cult after high school, that’s why you never saw him again. And he looked different because he WAS different.

“We are a family devoted to God. But we need you to expand and bring about the purest being in the world, for it is only through the sacrifice of the ultimate sinner that we can be gifted with the purest angel.”

He steps towards you with a long knife in his hand now.

“We must first start by branding you with our symbol of peace..” 

“No no no no no..please!! Please don’t do this.”

He slices through the T-shirt easily.

He then places the tip of the knife into the center of your chest, between your breasts.

You cry out louder as you feel it pierce your skin.

Blood escapes onto it.

He then presses it deeper and draws a straight line down. You scream from the pain as he digs the knife in so deep, you feel it begin to grind against the bone in the center.

“In between the tempting breasts of the woman, the center of the sin.” Jungwoo then draws a line horizontally, cutting into your breasts as you cry out for help.

Blood splatters fall onto his face but he remains calm as the rest of the men do.

The pain is unbearable, you squirm in a last attempt to escape, but soon your vision goes to black as too much blood escapes.

———

You wake up several hours later when your chains begin to clink.

“No..” you mumble, your eyes feeling heavy and impossible to open.

“Shh!” The man says.

You finally open your eyes wide and look down at the foot of the bed to see someone unlocking the chains around your ankles.

When you look closer in the darkness, you see that it’s Donghyuck from the party. 

“Donghyuck?” You whisper. He was one of the men in the circle but now he was helping you to escape.

“You have to run, run far from here. You were supposed to go home when I ruined your outfit with the champagne, but it only drove you closer to him..I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He unlocks the chains around your wrists and steps back.

“Where am I?” You whisper.

“You’re about two miles away from the closest town, but you have to run, don’t stop, don’t look back.”

And you did as he had instructed you to do, you snuck out of the house with his help and ran through the yard as you cried. You still felt the pain of the scar Jungwoo drew in your chest, but you had to suffer through it for now, you had to keep running.

You got about a half of a mile out when you ran into a woman. You were running so fast through the woods, you nearly collided into her as she walked her dog.

“Oh my god!” You jumped as you dodged her by just an inch.

“Oh!” She yelped and stepped back.

You slowed down and bent over while panting. You held yourself up on your knees. 

“You-you have to run! They’re crazy! Get out of here!” You tried to warn her. She walked up to you and held your back.

“Oh my god...what happened to you? What did they do?”

You broke down. “I can’t..I can't talk now I have to go.”

The slim and young brunette rubbed your back and gave you a reassuring nod. “Sweetie, it’s okay, you’re with me now. You’re safe, I’m gonna help you. Just..slow down, tell me what happened.”

Tears streamed down your face. “They were gonna sacrifice me! There’s a fucking cult! And they were gonna kill me.. please take me to the police station.”

“Oh my god! That’s bizarre! I’m gonna take you to the police right now, don’t worry.” She held you in her arms and walked you through the woods.

You finally felt a sense of relief, like you were free from that maniac.

You thanked God for Donghyuck but you wondered if he would be okay after betraying the rest of them.

You caught your breath, but after walking for about 30 minutes straight, you noticed something odd. There was an “RIP” post made from cement that you kept passing. It felt like you were going in circles.

And then, the lady suddenly stopped.

“Wh-where are we?” You asked with a shakey breath.

She turned to you slowly and gave you a creepy smile.

“Right where we need to be, my child.”

Oh no..

Your eyes widened when you realized that she was a part of it too.

You turned to run, but collided into Jungwoo.

He holds tightly onto you and uses the same knife to stab you in the stomach.

You gasp and lean forward as a sharp pain shoots through your body.

Your mouth falls open, but you’re too stunned to speak.

The lady comes up behind you and turns you around.

“Thank you for your blood, thank you for being a sinner, my husband, Jungwoo, and I will give birth to the baby that will make this world right and it is all thanks to you.” She smiles as she takes the knife out and slits your throat.

Your blood splatters across her face. Her and Jungwoo laugh together as you die slowly in their arms. They drag you back to their house and drain your blood into the bathtub.

They drink it while bathing in it, then they make love. Jungwoo wraps his wife’s legs around his waist as she scratches his back and brings him deeper and deeper into her. He licks up the blood on her nipples while listening to her moan. Their bodies, hair, faces and lips covered in your blood as Jungwoo cums deep into his wife multiple times, planting the seed for their messiah to be born from sin.

[najatheangel]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲

pairing: yoon-oh jaehyun x reader

genre: slightly spicy + angst

author’s note: I’ve meant to say this earlier, but we’ve reached another milestone on Dive in. Happy 111 notes that’s the most notes I’ve ever got!! I’m forever thankful, here’s another one for ya lovelies. 🥺💖💖

“If you walk out that door one more time, we’re through. Enough is enough!”

Your boyfriend Miles chases walks behind you pissing you off even more. You were just so fed up with the screaming, abuse and drunken arguments every night looking for a chance to escape. You start grabbing your purse trying to head your way out the door hollering back at Miles saying...

“Well then I guess we’re through then. Not like you give a shit about me anyways. Go on and crawl back to that Luna girl.”

Miles tries to block the door one last time grabbing you by the arm with his dark intense eyes. He then proceeds to grab you by the hair and say...

“Where do you think your going? Are you going to cry back to Jaehyun? You know he doesn’t love you like I do.”

You pushed him away from you boiling in anger and slammed the door behind you stomping your way to your car. Before you drive off you throw your middle finger up to Miles mouthing “Peace out” and head your way to find Jaehyun.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was very complicated to say the least. He was always there for you helping you forget about your toxic relationship with Miles. At first you were meeting at the club daily for friendly outings with each other’s friend groups, but then tonight changed everything...

You’ve pulled up at the club where you usually like to meet up with Jaehyun the bartender ready to rant about your problems with him once again. Tonight seemed a little more packed then usual so you pushed your way through the drunk crowd.

“Jaehyun! You already know one Bahama Mama in the house.” You slam your butt down on the chair leaving the biggest sigh of relief.

 His eyes flash when he sees you and he pulls the cutest smirk you’ve seen on his face for awhile. “Coming right up. What happened this time?”

While he’s making your drink you start to break down and whimper while telling him about your months of dealing with your abusive relationship with Miles.

“Guess what happened tonight Jae? He had the nerve to bring another girl over a few hours ago when I came back home from work. I heard them moaning so loud so you know what I did... I slammed the door open, told the girl to get out, packed my shit and I told him we’re done. He even tried to say that I was cheating on him with you like can you believe that guy Uggh the nerve.”

Jaehyun shakes his head getting more frustrated for you on how the situation became worse. He hated Miles ever since you started dating him. He knew he was aggressive, manipulator and abusive to all the women he has dated.

“You know if you want, I’ll beat him up for you.” He slides the drink down to you cracking his knuckles.

“Jaehyun no need I’ve already chewed him up before I left. I even burned his clothes, slit his tires and tore up his shoes which was why he was trying to chase after me.” You chuckle wiping the tears of your face.

Jaehyun loved how brave and outrageous you can be on your own dealing with scumbags like Miles which is why he found you even more attractive. What he didn’t like about you was how you keep dating people that you know is not good for you. He wanted to be the man to change your toxic cycle and move you to the right direction.

Tonight was the night to prove himself of how worthy he can be to become your next and only lover. He sparked this idea in his head and knew how he was going to cheer you up.

“Hey y/n...let’s not talk about that anymore. How about we spent the whole night dancing and forget that any of that shit ever happened? I can show you a good time...”

“Jae where is all this coming from? Of course I will!”

The liquor has already kicked in, but Jaehyun still didn’t hesitate to grasp your hand and take you on the dance floor.

Jaehyun kind of took you by surprise with him dancing along to Kick it. The whole crowd was screaming in cheers, but of course you screamed the loudest. Jaehyun even pulled of the iconic dance break.

Slowly you started to see Jaehyun in a different light. Of course you’ve always thought he was attractive and was very talented. You kept telling him he was much better than making drinks at a nightclub, but he would always brush it off and continue his partying days at the nightclub.

The lights turn pink all of a sudden in the nightclub and the atmosphere turns very hot and heavy real fast. What made it much dirtier was a summer walker song plays very faint in the background.

Jaehyun notices you becoming very bold and starts dancing up on him. You unleash your inner stripper and start grinding on him. He’s already having a hard time concentrating by your two piece skirt out fit. He starts getting closer against your figure and sway with your body to the music.

Jaehyun glances at your body movements from head to toe looking impressed. 

“I didn’t know you can get down like that. You feel so fucking good.”

He turns your body around so you can face him.

You start flirting back at him making him sweat a little. 

“If I knew you wanted this along time ago all you had to do was ask.”

“Of course how could anyone not want you I mean look at you baby.”

He kisses the side of your neck.

You stood there frozen for a second not sure how to react to Jaehyun’s bold response. Normally when you drink your more confident, but he really got you locked around his finger.

He all of a sudden grabs your waist swaying with you along with music and starts teasing you by moving his face super close, but not kissing you. He teases you more by saying 

“It would be pretty bad if I kissed you huh? After all you just got out of a nasty break up.” 

“I don’t care anymore, your the one I’ve always truly wanted. I wish I can just follow my heart sometimes.”

“It’s still not too late we have the night to ourselves. Let me help you change all of that tonight. If you decide not to be with me, you can just toss me to the side and forget all this happened, okay?”

You give him the nod to assure him this is what you wanted and you finally started kissing him. Boy was he an amazing kisser he knew exactly when to bite and slide his tongue in at the perfect time. While you were laughing nervously, you tugged onto his jacket giving him the signal. 

“I think we should go somewhere more private, people seem to be staring a little bit.” 

He made you even more hot and bothered by kissing the side of your neck. They don’t call him the lover boy for no reason. You drag him out the dance floor to finish your business privately.

In the midst of the make out session you start hearing him scream your name and confess his love for you. The DJ announces the club closes in about 15 minutes and you both start panicking.

“Ahh maybe we should do this on the way back home, there’s no way we’ll be able to-”

He cuts you of with another peck on the lips and say...

“Shh you must’ve forgot that I work here. Until everyone leaves we have this place all to ourselves and we can make all the noises we want. Remember just follow your heart.”

He tends to have his way with almost any women and to think that now he’s having you falling for him. Whether this was pure lust or the beginning of a new love sparking you didn’t want to screw this up with Jaehyun.

He’s been there for you not only with your ex boyfriend problems, but even with your family issues. He might’ve just been the one to heal all your wounds and cater to your needs. You smile to yourself highlighting your memories with  Jaehyun and finally give in not afraid of declaring your feelings to him.

“Fine your lucky I like you so much. I’ll follow my heart from now on.”

So you slam the door behind you locking it and proceed to sit on his lap to finish what you both started.

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