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burningred1989 · 2 months ago

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UNDERDOG PT. 3

A/N: Last part of the “Underdog”

Y’all know I’m a sucker for making Simon Cowell the villain ;)

Underdog | PART 2

MASTERLIST

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Niall had never been happier. Since he and Y/N started dating, his world had become brighter. Their days were filled with simple joys—museum dates where they laughed over silly exhibits, theme park adventures that left them breathless from screaming on roller coasters, cozy movie nights where they’d argue over which snacks to share, and board game battles that usually ended in Niall accusing Y/N of cheating, both of them in fits of laughter. For the first time, Niall felt truly seen and loved for who he was, not just as a member of One Direction.

Fans noticed the change in him almost immediately. His energy on stage was infectious, his interviews were filled with laughter, and his social media posts carried a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Directioners began speculating about the person behind his happiness.

But not everyone saw this as a good thing. One Direction’s management, always focused on maintaining the band’s image, viewed Y/N as a distraction. They summoned both Niall and Y/N to a meeting, the tension in the air palpable as they entered the sleek, sterile office.

Simon Cowell sat at the head of the table, flanked by other executives. The other boys—Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn—were seated along the side, their expressions uneasy.

“Niall,” Simon began, his tone sharp, “we’ve noticed a change in you lately. While it’s great that you’re happy, this… relationship is becoming a distraction. We need you focused on the band.”

Niall frowned, his jaw tightening. “A distraction? She’s not a distraction. She’s the reason I’ve been performing better, feeling better.”

Simon leaned forward, his gaze cold. “This isn’t about feelings. This is about what’s best for the band. You need to end it. Immediately.”

Niall’s face reddened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Are you serious? You’re asking me to break up with someone who makes me feel loved and appreciated? Do you have any idea what that means to me? Especially after everything you’ve done to make me feel like I’m not enough?”

The room fell silent.

Niall’s voice cracked as tears began streaming down his face. “You’ve turned my mic down during performances so the others could be heard more. You’ve made me feel like the underdog in my own band. And now, when I finally have someone who sees me for me, you want to take that away too?”

The other boys exchanged guilty glances, their faces pale. Harry looked down at his hands, Zayn rubbed the back of his neck, Liam bit his lip, and Louis blinked rapidly, fighting back his own emotions. None of them had realized how deeply Niall had been hurt.

Simon, however, remained unmoved. “This isn’t personal, Niall. It’s business. If you don’t end this, we’ll have no choice but to remove you from the band.”

Niall’s breath hitched, the weight of the ultimatum crushing him. “You’d really kick me out? After everything we’ve built together?”

Y/N, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, tears streaming down her face as she watched the love of her life break apart, couldn’t stay silent any longer. She stood, her voice trembling but firm.

“I’ll leave,” she said, her words cutting through the tension like a blade.

Niall’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide. “Y/N, no—”

She shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she said to Simon, her voice breaking. “Just don’t ruin his career. Please.”

Simon’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. “That’s a wise decision.” He gestured to a security guard at the door. “Escort her out.”

Niall jumped to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor. “You can’t do this!” he shouted, his voice raw. He reached for Y/N, but she stepped back, her eyes filled with sorrow.

“This is for you, Niall,” she whispered. “I can’t be the reason you lose everything.”

As the guard gently took her arm, Niall’s knees buckled, and he sank back into his chair, his sobs shaking his entire body. The boys watched helplessly, their own eyes glistening with tears as Y/N was led out of the room.

The door closed with a heavy thud, and the silence that followed was deafening. Niall sat motionless, his head in his hands, his heart shattered. The light that Y/N had brought into his life was gone, snuffed out by the very people who were supposed to support him.

In the days and weeks that followed, fans noticed the change. The spark in Niall’s eyes was gone, replaced by a dull emptiness. His once-energetic performances became mechanical, his laughter in interviews forced. Directioners flooded social media with messages of concern, begging to know what had happened to the happy, glowing Niall they had fallen in love with.

But Niall couldn’t bring himself to answer. Every time he thought of Y/N—her laugh, her smile, the way she made him feel like he mattered—it was like a knife to the chest. And as he sat alone in his dressing room, flipping through the album she had given him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever feel whole again.

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Years later…

Years had passed since the breakup, but the memory of Y/N still lingered in the corners of Niall’s mind. Time had dulled the pain, but it hadn’t erased the “what ifs” that occasionally crept in during quiet moments. He had thrown himself into his solo career, pouring his heart into his music. Fans adored him, his songs topping charts and selling out arenas, but there was always a part of him that felt unfinished, like a chapter left unwritten.

Now, he was on stage, guitar in hand, performing one of his most personal songs, This Town. The soft, aching melody filled the arena, his voice carrying the raw emotion of the lyrics. As he scanned the sea of fans illuminated by the glow of their phones, his eyes caught something—or rather, someone.

It was a figure near the middle of the crowd, partially hidden beneath a black cap and a leather jacket. She wasn’t screaming or holding up a sign like the others. She seemed to be deliberately blending in, her head slightly bowed, her presence almost ghostlike.

But Niall knew.

His heart stuttered, his fingers momentarily slipping on the guitar strings. He quickly recovered, but the world around him seemed to blur as he focused on her. Y/N. Even after all these years, he could feel her presence like a gravitational pull, unmistakable amidst thousands of people.

She didn’t look up, didn’t cheer, didn’t do anything to draw attention to herself. It was as if she didn’t want him to notice her. But how could he not?

He finished the song, the audience erupting into cheers, but Niall’s mind was elsewhere. He stole glances in her direction throughout the rest of the set, hoping she wouldn’t leave before he had a chance to see her. His heart raced with every passing moment, a mix of excitement and fear building in his chest.

When the final song ended, the lights dimmed, and the crowd began to disperse, Niall’s eyes darted back to where she had been. She was moving toward the exit, her head down, weaving through the throngs of fans.

“No, not again,” Niall muttered under his breath.

Ignoring the crew and security trying to guide him backstage, he jumped down from the stage, his heart pounding in his chest. Fans screamed as they saw him moving through the crowd, but he didn’t stop to acknowledge them. He couldn’t lose her again.

“Y/N!” he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the noise of the crowd.

She kept walking, her pace quickening as if she sensed him coming.

Niall pushed through the sea of fans, murmuring hurried apologies as he brushed past them. His pulse roared in his ears, his legs moving on autopilot. He couldn’t let her slip away again.

Finally, he reached her just as she was about to exit the arena. He reached out, his hand gently grabbing her elbow.

“Wait,” he breathed, his voice trembling as he turned her around to face him.

Time seemed to stop as their eyes met. Y/N’s face was a mixture of shock and uncertainty, her lips parting slightly as if to say something but no words came.

And in that moment, Niall forgot about the crowd, the cameras, the noise. All he could see was her, the person he thought he’d lost forever, standing right in front of him.

Niall’s breath hitched as he stared at her, his hand still gently gripping her elbow. For a moment, he couldn’t believe she was real, standing in front of him after all these years. His voice came out in a whisper, laden with disbelief and emotion.

“You’re here,” he said, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process the moment.

Y/N looked away, her lips trembling. “You’re not supposed to see me,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the muffled noise of the crowd beyond the arena doors.

Niall shook his head, his grip on her arm tightening slightly, as though afraid she might vanish if he let go. “We need to get out of here,” he said, his voice firmer now. “People are starting to notice.”

Without waiting for her response, he led her through the crowd, weaving past lingering fans and crew members. His heart pounded with a mix of urgency and exhilaration. Once they reached the backstage area, he guided her toward his dressing room, his security team ensuring they weren’t followed.

The door clicked shut behind them, and for the first time, they were alone. The room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the crowd still audible through the walls. Niall gestured for her to sit on the couch, his hands trembling slightly. She hesitated but eventually sank into the seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

“What are you doing here?” Niall asked, his voice soft but insistent. His eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions swirling within them—confusion, hope, and a lingering sadness.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze fixed on her hands. “I’ve always been here,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “Even after everything went down, I still went to your shows. And the boys’ shows too. I just… I made sure your management wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want to cause trouble or risk being dragged out of the venue.”

Niall’s throat tightened as her words sank in. She had been there all along, silently supporting him from the shadows, even when he thought she was gone.

Y/N’s voice wavered as she continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but—”

Before she could finish, Niall closed the distance between them in an instant, pulling her into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her with a desperation that mirrored the ache in his heart. Tears streamed down his face, soaking into her jacket as he held her as if afraid she might disappear again.

Y/N froze for a moment, shocked by the suddenness of his hug, but then her own tears began to fall. Her arms found their way around his back, clutching him just as tightly.

“It’s just nice to see you,” she whispered through her sobs, her voice trembling. “To see how much you’ve grown into who you are now. You’ve done so well, Niall.”

Niall pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face, though his arms never left her. His tears continued to fall, his voice breaking as he spoke. “Don’t leave me again. Please. I can’t go through that again.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at the raw pain in his voice. She shook her head, her own tears blurring her vision. “I’m so sorry,” she choked out. “I gave up so easily back then. I thought it was the only way to protect you, but I didn’t realize how much it would hurt us both.”

Niall gently placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. “None of that matters now,” he said, his voice still shaky but filled with conviction. “What matters is that you’re here. Right now. With me.”

She nodded, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against his. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, the years of pain and longing melting away in the warmth of their embrace.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Niall felt whole.

Niall pulled back slightly, his hands still gently resting on Y/N's arms, his tear-streaked face softening into a tentative smile. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

"Do you... want to come home with me?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes still glassy from the tears, and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that," she said softly.

Relief flooded Niall's features, and he took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her out of the dressing room. The halls were quiet now, most of the crew busy packing up. Niall ignored the occasional curious glance from staff as they made their way to his car

When they reached the car, Niall opened the passenger door for her, his hand never leaving hers until she was seated. He walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and starting the engine, but before he pulled out of the lot, he reached over and took her hand again.

As he drove through the quiet streets, his hand shifted to rest on her thigh, his touch warm and grounding. Y/N glanced down at his hand, a small smile tugging at her lips. She placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Niall glanced at her briefly, his own lips curving into a smile. "I missed this," he murmured, his voice soft but full of emotion.

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, and she squeezed his hand again in silent agreement.

When they arrived at his house, Niall parked the car and quickly got out, coming around to open her door. His hand found hers again as they walked inside, the warmth of his touch steadying the whirlwind of emotions swirling between them.

The house was quiet, dimly lit, and felt like a world away from the chaos of the arena. Niall hesitated for a moment, his hand still clasping hers as they stood in the entryway.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Y/N nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Yeah, I'm okay," she assured him, her voice soft but certain.

Niall stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her skin as he gazed at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss.

The kiss was gentle at first, testing the waters, but when Y/N responded, her lips moving against his, Niall deepened it. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss grew more passionate.

Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned into him. Niall's heart pounded in his chest, but for the first time in years, it wasn't from fear or sadness -it was from pure, unfiltered happiness.

He guided her gently toward the bedroom, their lips never parting as they moved. When they reached the bed, Niall hovered over her, his hands braced on either side of her as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and longing.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Y/N's hands slid up his arms, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Their kisses deepened, each one more urgent and filled with emotion than the last. The years of separation melted away, leaving only the two of them in this moment, rediscovering each other.

The night unfolded in a blur of whispered words and shared touches, a blissful reunion of two souls that had been apart for far too long. As they lay together, tangled in each other's arms, Niall pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, a content smile on his lips.

For the first time in years, he felt whole again. And as Y/N nestled closer to him, her hand resting over his heart, he knew she felt the same.

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The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains as Niall stirred awake. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he glanced down and saw Y/N’s head resting gently on his chest, her hair fanned out over his skin. Her arm was draped across his torso, holding him as though even in sleep she didn’t want to let go.

A smile crept onto Niall’s face, his heart swelling with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her, and then reached for his phone on the nightstand.

As soon as he unlocked it, notifications flooded the screen. His heart sank slightly as he saw headlines and photos plastered everywhere.

He scrolled through the pictures—one of him stopping Y/N at the arena, their hands clasped tightly as he led her to his car. Another showed them walking toward his front door, their fingers intertwined. The most intimate of all was a blurry shot through his window, capturing them mid-kiss, passion and years of longing evident even in the grainy image.

Niall sighed, a mix of emotions washing over him. He was grateful for the support, but the invasion of their privacy so soon after reconnecting stung. He didn’t want anything to ruin this moment, not when he finally had her back.

Hearing a soft sigh, Niall quickly locked his phone and set it aside. He turned his attention back to Y/N as she began to stir, her eyelashes fluttering before her eyes opened slowly. She looked up at him, her gaze still hazy with sleep, and offered a soft, sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice raspy but sweet.

“Good morning, love,” Niall replied, leaning down to kiss her.

But before his lips could meet hers, Y/N quickly covered her mouth, her cheeks flushing. “Morning breath,” she mumbled, her eyes wide with embarrassment.

Niall chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “Oh, come on, I don’t care about that,” he teased, trying to lean in again.

Y/N shook her head stubbornly, sitting up. “No way. Let’s brush our teeth first,” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.

“Alright, alright,” Niall relented, throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. He extended a hand to her, helping her up, and together they padded to the bathroom.

They stood side by side at the sink, brushing their teeth and stealing glances at each other through the mirror. Niall made a face at her, toothpaste foam comically puffing out of his mouth, and Y/N burst into laughter, nearly choking on her own toothbrush.

After rinsing their mouths, Niall turned to her with a mischievous grin. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, causing her to squeal in surprise. “Niall!” she laughed, kicking her feet as he carried her back to the bedroom.

He tossed her onto the bed gently, her laughter filling the room. “You’re unbelievable,” she said between giggles, her cheeks flushed from both the sudden movement and the sheer joy of the moment.

Niall climbed onto the bed, his laughter joining hers as he hovered over her. “Unbelievable, huh?” he teased, his blue eyes sparkling.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. It started soft and sweet, but as the seconds passed, it deepened, becoming more passionate. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she kissed him back with just as much fervor.

When they finally pulled away, both slightly breathless, Niall rested his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “I’m so happy you’re back in my life,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, and she cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the remnants of dried tears from the night before. “I’m happy too,” she whispered back.

Niall smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. For the first time in years, he felt like he had everything he needed. And as he looked into Y/N’s eyes, he knew he’d never let her go again.

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A/N: Thank y’all for reading.

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katuschka · 6 months ago

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Touch Starved Pups – One

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka 4.011 words

Welcome to Part One of the story about what happens to two well-behaved, bored and horny romantics when a new feisty, worldly and hot social media manager enters the building...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): expressive language, promiscuous behaviour, unprotected sex (or still rather just allusions to it , just setting the scene...), oral sex, handjob, kissing, twinfight, fistfight, angst, mockery, consensual teasing game that's borderline exploitative, slightly toxic behaviour...so, to sum it up, this is pure rock&roll filth, folks.

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I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

Walking down the photo pit after all the other photographers cleared off is my favorite part of the day. Or night, to be more precise. That’s when I shine: strutting along, ready to capture all those best moments that make all you bitches go feral during AND after the show. This is my queendom. I make content for you lot. And I’m damn good at it.

How do I know that? The numbers just skyrocketed after I joined the team. Ka ching! All those poor things that came before me had no idea how to do their job. Tried to do some lifeless artsy shit that might be good for booklets and collectors’ crap that only collects dust, but not followers. They listened to what the band and their management wanted, but that’s not how it’s done. Nuh uh. I listen to you, my dudes. Your screeches, howls and cries. Some say that you’re crazy, but I know better. I’m here to observe what drives you crazy, and then I shall stir it up even more. When it comes to online content, the only thing that matters is what YOU want.

Make no mistake, I create art too. The crucial difference is that it’s not shit. Socials need candid eye candy and I’m here to provide it.

I gotta admit, they make my job quite easy. All four of them do, but the twins are human masterpieces. Born pretty, they gradually learned that they could monetize it just as much as their respective talents. I didn’t need to come up with a strategy; it’s always been there for the taking. The fact that my predecessors have been mostly ignoring this is a mind-boggling mystery to me. Those guys know for sure that they ruin your panties. I just needed to know how.

So I rolled up my sleeves and went down to the barricade to do my research. Marketing’s no rocket science. Veni, vidi, vici. I just looked at them through your eyes and your own photos, and let me tell you – you bitches aren’t crazy, you are right! Yeah, I saw it too. And I get it. Some people in the team wanna keep pretending that it’s all about the music – which is surprisingly good, by the way – but that’s not what makes you sleep in the dirt and sit on a curb for days, and then again…and again. Those sons of bitches basically fuck on stage, looking very tasty while doing so. Especially Frodo and Patchybeard. Whether it’s a guitar, a mic stand or just plain air – they just shag it! Y’all look like you can feel it, and they’re very well aware. It strokes their egos, so they just keep adding fuel to the fire. The first time I saw that, I just stood there with my mouth wide open and just laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was a fucking orgy! And then, when it was time to walk into their bright conference room and pretend to do some serious business for a change, I put on my super serious and super professional face, and I told them what needed to be done.

Let’s just take your usual fangirl stuff and make it official. Sorry, not sorry. You crave it, so what. I keep the Facebook page artsy and businesslike for those gramps and music snobs that would go batshit crazy if they saw any more pictures with sweaty “jummies”, sparkling dicks and marshmallow balls; but anywhere else, it’s a party.

Some of you keep wondering why they behave like such frenzied horndogs all the time. My lovelies, the explanation is pretty simple. It’s because they are! You wanna know if they are like that in real life? Yes, the answer is yes! It’s good for the show, sure thing, and they’re both true born professionals creating a breathtaking spectacle. “It’s all for you, bla bla bla!” But the truth is that they’re naturals, not really much different offstage. Lusty, filthy, bad.

Just kidding. They’re sweethearts. Lust-driven, whiny pups that want to be played with. When the show is over, they both follow me backstage like the good boys that they are, wagging their tails at me enthusiastically.

Ooops, what did I just say? Lemme put my fingers to my mouth and giggle like a coy lady that I’m not. Some of you already suspect it anyway, and it was collectively decided that you should hate me with passion. I guess now I’m famous, too. D’oh!

So, yeah… When I said that it was there for the taking, I forgot to mention that I also wanted to take it. Life on tour is lonely and stressful. I’m not immune to that either. Sex helps. That’s why the rockstars of yore kept fucking everything that dared to come close while they were all high as a kite. Because why not…well, apart from the fact that unlike good sex, drugs actually ruin lives. No, I’m not a fan.

Times have changed and today’s musicians – and I’m not talking about all those wannabes with backing tracks – really need to work hard to earn their bread.They’re self-aware and sober (Take that with a pinch of salt…they’re sober while actually working.). Often homesick. Sure, some of them are still jerks or junkies. Or both. Not a fan of these either. I worked with some and it was a nightmare.

But, when I joined the Greta Van Fleet team, I found a bunch of down-to-earth and touch starved homeboys, well aware of their power but hesitant to act upon it. That’s the difference between having a huge dick and being one. They’re – and now let me let out a sob or two for the dramatic effect – gentlemen!

You know what a sweetheart with a huge dick is? That’s your dream come true. Believe me. That’s just something you want. I certainly did.

Not from the start, though. No. They treat the crew like friends and family, and as much as that was certainly a pleasant change, I wavered initially. They were all so kind and gentlemanly that I just decided to keep my friendly distance, thinking they really were such mama’s boys that they appeared to be…The impression didn’t last long. Soon I heard them making jokes and lewd comments when they thought no one was listening. Some of those comments were about my bouncy ass, too.

Men, am I right?

Alas, sweethearts’ dicks are still just dicks, and neglect will gradually take its toll. I could see right through their nervous ticks.

Jake was the first one that fell into my snares. I didn’t really pursue it; I’m not a monster. Like I said, we were lonely and stressed, and so it just happened one fine day. He craved human contact, and I was there. Life is complicated, but certain things are still pretty simple. Thank god, or whatever supernatural entity you believe in.

It was a lovely evening in his 2-storey hotel apartment. He often got those, because the others had this habit of gathering together in his room to discuss business – since it was his band – and to get shitfaced in the process.

We were both sitting cross legged on his bed, both already pleasantly booze-soaked and shrouded in semi-darkness, the only source of light being the dimmed lamps in the main room. I had been giving him a lecture on the importance of a good online presence that evening. Or at least I was trying to do that… When the others got a bit too rowdy, we retreated to his bedroom to have some privacy.

When it comes to online shit, Jake’s the most difficult one. He doesn’t like it. Plain and simple. He had created this cute mask of a smooth and aloof poet slash ancient adventurer, behind which he hides, but you bitches don’t like that. You like watching him talking to his SG in front of thousands like she’s his obedient whore. See, there’s a certain discrepancy in that. I kinda understood where it was coming from, him being in his element onstage and all that shit, but I also needed him to understand my point.

And it was tough. He’s complicated. He likes to pretend to be a tough, mysterious guy, but deep down he’s just a shy and wide-eyed fawn that bounces when you say “boo”. Not always, mind. I learned that the hard way once when I was leaving his room with scarlet imprints of his fingers on my thighs. However, drunk Jake is a meek and needy cutiepie. I could definitely use it to my advantage. So I poured us more drinks.

“I dunno, s’not really me,” he countered after I tried to explain one more time.

I showed him another one of the most recent videos. “Are you telling me this is not you?”

I grew really fond of his quiet “hahaha” every time he felt discomfited and flattered at the same time. Just like now. Stroking his chin with his finger, he shifted nervously and continued: “Well, yeah…uuum…you like this?”

That was the moment when I knew I had him firmly in my grasp. Yeah, Jakey, I reeeeally like it. Let me just show you how much.

I seized my chance. We laughed and joked and flirted and all that shit. Talking about his desirable body parts that y’all take snapshots of soon turned to physical manifestations and before we knew it, his fly was open, his fat cock hard and out and firmly in my hand. I brushed my thumb gently over his pink and already leaking head before I wrapped my fingers around his shaft once again and started pumping him slowly. He just sat there and watched me with his lips parted, both mesmerized and taken aback by how quickly things escalated. I returned his stare, looking him firmly in the eye while I quickened my pace, and his breathy exhales turned to full-fledged, loud moans. I tried to shush him by forcing my other thumb in his mouth… and that only made it worse. There were still other people in the adjacent room and the door was open, but he just wouldn’t shut up! I had to grab his chin and stick my tongue in his mouth to keep him quiet.

That sobered him up a bit. He didn’t want me to stop, he just wanted to regain control. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds before he grabbed my cheeks and returned the kiss in such a manner that made my pussy spasm. I liked that, and we continued like that until he came all over my fingers a few minutes later. Thankfully, someone put some music on in the other room and it muffled his moans a bit, because my mouth could no longer contain them. He howled in it. It was hot.

You know, I’ve had the misfortune to cross paths with assholes who’d just throw me out after that, both satisfied and ashamed that my skills made them finish so quickly and unceremoniously, without fanfare and praises. Not Jake. He had to reciprocate AND prove himself at the same time. He’s vain, but in a good, gentlemanly way.

After everyone else left, he just fucked my brains out. It surprised me how much he wanted to kiss, and not just my lips (either kind). His tongue was running marathons all over my body, and if I remember it correctly, I think I came five times that night. Not my record, but still a very impressive first-time.

After that, he just kept crawling back to me, stopping me in empty hallways just to whisper obscene poems about my hungry pussy in my ear. Talking about how he’d feed me.

He’s a sly one: the kind of a man that would run his fingertips gently down your spine in a room full of other people, while talking casually about fucking you raw, only for you to hear. I mean, that’s exactly what he did once or twice. I’m sure our “conversations” always looked completely innocent from a distance, with only Josh sometimes watching us with his lips pursed. Sometimes his eyes even narrowed a bit. That feisty chipmunk knew from the very start, and I thought I could spot jealousy in that piercing stare of his. I enjoyed that, just as much as Jake enjoyed making me wet in public, and calling it “retribution”. Honestly, I didn’t mind. Punish me as much as you want, baby, and keep using all those fancy words while doing so. Yeah.

I’m a born provocateur, so I often just asked for more. Every time I saw him start licking his lips absentmindedly, I struck. In the end, it was always him who had to calm down, to keep it cool…to hide his hard dick.

We both loved it. It was our little fight for dominance. We teased each other and then there would be a reward.

It was a bit different with Josh. He’s a lover, not a fighter. He doesn’t need to fight for dominance and so he often rejects that role voluntarily.

At first I thought he wouldn’t be interested at all, even though his grabby hands landed on my bare skin more often than some would deem comfortable. But he’s like that with everyone! Including Bob, the chalice filler. It often doesn’t mean a thing.

I knew it meant something when he almost grabbed my ass once. I tried to experiment with the same strategy I once used on Jake: using his own weapons against him, making him cross the friendly line.

It happened during a soundcheck while I was showing him a preview of my next scheduled post. His weapon was right there, on full display, and I further accentuated it by a subtle, punny caption. It made him giggle and I winked at him.

“So, you okay with this? I mean, it’s all over the internet anyway…”

“Dear sparrow, if I weren’t okay with this, you wouldn’t be able to take such a lovely picture of it.” His hand first landed on the small of my back familiarly, just like it always did, and as we talked about other pictures in the carousel, I felt his fingers move even lower until the tip of his pinkie slid under the hem of my pants. I cleared my throat ostentatiously and he drew his hand away quickly as if I had burned him.

“You know, I should report you for harassment for this,” I said matter-of-factly, still looking at the screen, trying to look both cool and unphased, but the twitch in the corner of my mouth gave me away. A true master of reading such subtleties, he slapped his fingers with his other hand and grinned at me. “Naughty me. Can’t blame me. You just smell so nice, sparrow. What is that?”

“Hypnotic Poison.”

“Right…” He licked his teeth in a vain attempt not to grin even more. To be hundred percent sure, he still asked me if I wasn’t mad. Sure I wasn’t. I had been waiting for this.

We parted after that, minding our respective businesses, but all those fleeting glances he cast my way during the rest of the afternoon didn’t escape my attention. Later, just before the show, he cornered me in the bathroom, startling me. I almost poked my eye out with a mascara when I noticed him standing right behind me. “Jesus Fucking Christ on a stick, Josh!”

“Yeah, I’m all that.” It was obvious he wasn’t there to take a leak as he kept watching me watch him in the reflection and his eyes grew darker. I slowly turned around and ran my finger down the hem of his low neckline, even more slowly. Tentatively, almost. Never breaking eye contact and with his lips slightly parted, he let me go lower until I reached the zipper head and tugged at it playfully.

“Black velvet really suits you, you know?” I teased.

“Yeah, I know.”

Cheeky brat. You wanna play, baby? Let me show you how it’s done. I slipped the tips of my fingers under the hem of his cleavage until I found his left nipple and started running circles over it with my middle finger. His breath hitched and his eyes widened before he seemingly regained his composure and flashed me a sly smile.

“So…ummm…you and Jake are…exclusive?”

“Wow, you’re pretty straightforward,” I laughed. “No, we’re not. Just having some fun. Why?”

Why, indeed. He made it pretty clear why, and I let my tongue give him the answer he desired. After the show that very night, he knocked on my door with a shy smile plastered on his face after I opened it. I welcomed him in.

Josh never fought me. He always presented himself on a silver platter and let me do whatever I pleased. Then he repaid me when the payment was due. My initial impression of him being a pillow princess wasn’t completely off, but my god! The man can fuck! Never try to piss him off. Or you know what? DO try to piss him off, because it turns him to a jackhammer.

I once called him a sissy and the wrath that poured down on me afterwards made me see stars.

So that’s how it went. They both knew what was happening behind closed doors with the other one, and both were ok with that, as long as it didn’t interfere with their own plans. And that was just a matter of time.

To tell you the truth, I did wonder what it would be like to have them both, so when the opportunity presented itself, I would be a fool not to encourage it.

Every once in a while, there are shows where shit just happens and everything that can go wrong, does do wrong. It was one of those nights. Even back at the venue, right after the show, I saw how both their faces were twisted with tension, and maybe the best way to avoid even more trouble would have been to avoid them altogether. They weren’t the only people who had a rough night. I was exhausted, too. If I were a bit more responsible, I would have settled for a nice hot bath and a filthy book, but sadly, I’m a people pleaser. Also, nothing can calm me down better than the smell of male skin.

It was long past midnight when I heard a knock on my door.

“It’s me, Bebe. Please, let me in.”

That’s right. He gave me that nickname shortly after we started fucking, even though I teased him that he would never beat those allegation that way.

If you guessed that I indeed did open the door, you’re right. He didn’t even wait for the invitation to enter this time. The stress was doing us no good. I could smell even more troubleon the horizon, but I ignored it.

“Jake, you can’t just storm inside like this. What if I had company?” It was no use to argue with him. No longer sober to begin with, he was already making himself at home and pouring himself another drink.

“Please, Bebe, stop teasing. I need you! I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Well, tough luck! Josh asked first.”

“Oh no, no no no! It’s my turn, baby! You can’t do this to me. Tonight was hell. Call him and tell him that you’re mine.” I shot him a sharp look, so he added quickly: “... for the night. ” Well, that only made it worse.

Funny how quickly they got accustomed to the fact that I was just within reach. I would have been offended if I weren’t aware of how insolently I played with them too. Still, I should have said no, but I’m just human.

However, the whole situation was already a bit more complicated than that. “I can’t. He’s already here.”

Jake cast me a confused look before he smiled sympathetically at my feeble attempt to get rid of him. “Where? Hiding in the closet?”

“No, he’s in the shower.”

He just stood there for a short while, contemplating something, before he grabbed my cheeks with both hands and whispered sultrily: “Please, love, just a blowjob then. Your mouth can do wonders, baby. I beg you.” Noticing that I wavered, he bent closer to whisper in my ear: “You can ride my face anytime you want. You know that.”

Again, I should have said no, but the said mouth already started watering when I noticed the rapidly growing bulge. Mentally, he was already hitting my tonsils. I was on my knees in seconds. I knew Josh usually took his time, so maybe it was manageable. And if not…well, surely there was a way to benefit from the hypothetical pickle, should it happen.

And it happened. I was deepthroating him with both his hands holding my head and his head tilted back, when we heard the door open.

“Jesus fuck, Jake!”

The moment of surprise made me gag. Jake withdrew quickly and started tugging himself back in his pants, which wasn’t easy, given his current state. Josh, however, just stood there completely and unabashedly naked. “Get out!” he bellowed, completely forgetting that it was in fact MY room they were both in.

“No,” Jake spat back.

They started barking at each other like berserk chihuahuas. I swear, I was seconds from throwing them BOTH out, dicks out and all. They could keep shouting at each other in the hall or even in the main lobby for all I cared, but the wicked creature in me wanted to see how this would escalate. And it escalated majestically.

I hadn’t bothered to unpack my suitcase earlier that day. It just lay open on the floor with my purple vibrator placed haphazardly on top of my lingerie. Jake spotted it, bent down to retrieve it and before I could argue, he thrust it against Josh’s bare chest while his other hand patted his cheek: “Here, this should do. Now bugger off!”

I think I stopped breathing for a second. They teased each other quite often, but this seemed downright mean, even to their standards. I think Jake realized it too, but it was too late. We both watched the flames that appeared behind Josh’s dilated pupils and before either of us could react, Josh started after him and pushed him against the wall. And so the party started. In a matter of mere seconds, Jake fist almost collided with Josh’s jaw. Thankfully, Frodo is quite nimble, so he ducked the blow and striked back, his knuckles colliding with Jake’s forearm. Watching them wrestle like that, fuming, limbs intertwined, I was almost sorry I had no popcorn at hand. It was a comical sight: Josh still completely naked, Jake barely tucked back in his jeans.

Have you ever seen puppies fighting over a toy? That’s them. They were both so needy and neither one ready to give up. It was time to seize the opportunity, so I… started laughíng. Loudly and mockingly. They both let go of each other and turned their heads to the source of that offensive sound: me.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my arms and with my legs crossed, contemplating my next move. Realizing I had no panties under my punto tube dress, I decided to Basic Instinct them. Sure, nothing new, but men are simple creatures. A naked pussy is like the Moon they howl at. It’s always new. Moreover, the fact that they never saw me like this before together was surely a great bonding experience of its own. I watched their faces for more clues and grinned viciously when I saw exactly what I hoped for. See, they’re different in many ways including this. Jake licks his lips, while Josh clenches his jaw. I tutted at them, watching how they both raised their eyebrows in a silent question.

“Guys! You both know very well that I got more than one hole.”

Hooked? Read Part Two.

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raibebe · 1 year ago

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Genre: fluff Words: 1.367 Prompt: Samoyed hybrid Jeno x fem. reader

Warnings: brief mention of injury

A/N: I had this 80% done in my drafts for SO FREAKING LONG. So here finally is a new Jenpup and his baby pups fic. 🥺 I love them a lot.

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Jeno had been holed up in his gaming room for a couple of hours now, working on cutting down the mess that the last stream with Donghyuck and Chenle had been so he could make it fit into a video for Youtube. Which was a task in itself. Between their audio overlapping, Chenle’s laugh clipping his mic, and them getting absolutely sidetracked and not getting anything done, he was questioning his abilities as an editor to make this video worth watching. And honestly, he should just suggest starting the stream earlier next time because at one point way past midnight, they had just started to bark, jodel and meow at each other for two minutes straight.

Taking a sip from his trustworthy redbull, he stretched out his back, which made a bunch of satisfying popping noises. He really wasn’t getting any younger. Groaning, the Samoyed hybrid got up from his chair to stretch his legs and tail. With another sigh, he looked at the time: He had already been holed up in his room for way too long. Saving his progress on the video, he decided to give his ears and eyes a break from editing.

Coming out of his room, he was already greeted with the sweet giggles of his baby girl, the sound music to his ears. With a big smile plastered on his face, Jeno carefully made his way to the living room where the sound came from. And there, on the living room sofa, you were playing with Aerum, tickling her belly until she was screeching with laughter. “Enough, Mommy,” she yelped, the sound high and puppy-like, and you finally yielded, instead pressing a kiss to her tummy. Still smiling brightly, Jeno caught your eyes, bringing a finger to his lips. Nodding discreetly, you turned your attention back to Aerum to gently sort out the mess that had become of her hair during your little playfight. Like she was a teething puppy, Aerum only snapped at your fingers, catching them between her teeth before she started laughing loudly when you let out an over-exaggerated sound of pain.

With a loud gasp, Jeno picked up Aerum to throw her up into the air, securely catching the screeching toddler to bury his face in her tummy, inhaling her clean puppy scent. “Daddy!” She screeched, the sound loud in Jeno’s sensitive ears, but he was used to it after having two children with little to no volume control. “You’re not supposed to bite, little one,” he playfully scolded her, acting like he was taking a big bite from her belly. “No, Daddy!” She giggled, wiggling in his grip. “Be nice to your Mommy,” Jeno chuckled, throwing his daughter into the air again before securing her on his hip. “Understood?” He added, gently flicking her fluffy ear. “Always nice,” Aerum argued and stuck out her tongue. “Sticking out your tongue at your Daddy isn’t nice, young lady.”

Ignoring her dad’s comment, Aerum only stuck her tongue out further. “Oh, you’re going to regret this, young lady,” Jeno playfully threatened her, “I’ll give you five seconds to put that away. One- Two- Three~ Four~ Five! That’s it!” With a loud scream from his daughter, Jeno secured her against his chest before dropping down on the sofa, roughly scenting her until her loud laugh turned into sweet giggles, and she gently copied Jeno’s movements, rubbing their noses together. “Missed you, Daddy,” Aerum whispered, throwing her chubby arms around Jeno’s neck. “I’m sorry, princess,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around her too. “Daddy sometimes gets lost in his work,” you explained, sorting out Jeno’s hair before you started scratching his ears. “That’s boring,” Aerum pouted. “That’s what adults do, princess,” Jeno smiled lopsidedly, “We sometimes have to do boring stuff.” “Don’t wanna be an adult.” “You don’t have to be for a long time, princess,” you giggled, kissing the side of her head. “Come here,” Jeno smiled, “Cuddle time.” Mirroring his smile, you squeezed yourself next to your boyfriend onto the narrow sofa, letting Aerum nuzzle into your neck like she was scenting you.

“You know what?” Jeno asked after a while. “Hmm?” “It’s awfully quiet.” Staying silent, you listened for noises in your apartment, and Jeno was right. It was awfully quiet for a home with two young children. “This isn’t good,” you concluded, getting up from the sofa. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” Aerum asked shyly, her big eyes wide. “Nothing, princess,” Jeno reassured her, his hand finding its way into her hair to scratch at her ears, a safe method for any of the puppies in the household to melt.

“Haneul?” You called out but to no avail. Your son stayed quiet. Honestly, you should give him credit since that was one of the hardest things for him to do. “He’s in my room,” Jeno answered in place of his son, his ears twitching as he picked up sounds way too quiet for you to hear. Groaning, you rolled your eyes. “He knows he’s not supposed to be in there without either of us. I’ll go get him.”

“Is he in trouble?” Aerum whispered, pulling Jeno’s attention away from eavesdropping. “No, princess,” Jeno sighed, hugging her against his chest, “But-” He interrupted himself to kiss her forehead, “You know you’re not allowed in Daddy’s room without Mom or me.” “I know,” the little pup pouted, “Because there’s boring adult stuff.” “That’s right, princess,” he chuckled, pinching her chubby cheeks in an onslaught of cute aggression.

“Jeno?” You called out. “Huh?” He called back, sitting up with Aerum on his lap. “Get your fucking son.” Before Jeno could even react to you cursing in front of your children, he heard Haneul barreling towards the living room. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” Haneul repeated the curse word, jumping on the sofa before he went off to run around the kitchen island, which luckily featured rounded corners and Haneul had been wearing grippy socks since an incident he had when he was three that included a trip to the hospital and a concussion. “What happened?” “Remember that redbull on your desk?” You groaned, tiredly rubbing your face, simply stepping out of the doorframe to let your son run down the hallway. “No.” “Yes.” You responded with a tight-lipped smile. “Fuck.” “Ehehehehehhe, fuuuck,” Haneul all but howled, jumping onto the sofa again to grab his sister, who only giggled and started jumping up and down with him. “You’re dealing with this,” you concluded.

“Pups,” Jeno tried to get their attention, “You’re going to hurt yourselves.” But it was to no avail. His pups weren’t listening and because Haneul had yet to understand that he was much bigger and stronger than his sister, he roughly tackled her onto the cushions. But before Jeno’s heart could stop, Aerum’s loud laughter cut through the living room and she was fighting back dirty; gripping onto her brother’s heavily wagging tail to get him to stop roughing her up.

“Pups,” Jeno tried again, gripping Haneul at the back of his shirt to pull him off of his sister. Instead of going limp like he always did when he was younger, Haneul wound himself out of Jeno’s grip and slapped his little hand onto his bicep. “Tag, you’re it!” Before Jeno could process anything, Haneul was up on his feet, dragging Aerum up and out through the screen door and into the garden.

When Jeno sat there frozen and with his eyes wide, you could just giggle: “You wanted another one.” “I did,” he sighed. “Daaaaaaad!” Haneul called from the outside, “You can’t catch us!” “Go play with them. I’ll get started on dinner,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “They’re going to sleep well tonight,” he promised, softly kissing you again.

“Stop being gross!” Aerum interrupted this time, her face and hands pressed against the big and formerly clean windows. “Go run, little Lady,” Jeno growled playfully and in turn, Aerum let out an excited little yip as she ran further into the big garden. With a smile on his lips and his tail wagging with barely concealed excitement, Jeno pulled on his shoes, delighted to hear his pups squeal when he closed the screen door behind himself.

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darkenedroses-world · 1 month ago

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From Arguments to Actions — Yumi x Reader

f!reader, enemies to lovers vibes, heated arguments, playful banter, vulgar humor

It started innocently enough. You and Yumi, along with Puffer, Grizzy, and Droid, were mid-stream, navigating the chaos of Lethal Company. The jumpscares had everyone on edge, which naturally devolved into yelling, laughing, and finger-pointing. “Yumi, you absolute bitch, why would you close the door on me?!” you screeched, your character dying as the monster cornered you. “Skill issue!” Yumi shot back, his smirk audible through the mic. “Oh, you wanna talk about skill, Blake? Should I bring up the time you got stuck in the doorway because you couldn’t figure out how to un-crouch?” “That was lag, and you know it,” he fired back. “Sure it was, just like your internet connection last week ‘mysteriously’ died after you started losing in Uno,” you retorted. The guys burst out laughing. “She’s got receipts, bro!” Puffer howled. “Oh, you’re really trying me, huh? You’re just mad you can’t get a boyfriend because you scare every man off with that voice. It’s like nails on a fuckin’ chalkboard!”

“Bitch, you’re just mad that your haircut looks like it was done by someone with a blindfold on!” you snapped, escalating the banter. “Oh, please. At least I don’t scream like I’m being murdered every time something moves in a game,” Yumi shot back smoothly. “Better than looking like I lost a fight with a pair of clippers,” you quipped. “Okay, goat woman,” he muttered, earning another round of wheezing from the guys. “Goat woman?! Blake, you can’t even grow a beard without it looking like pubes on your chin,” you fired, your voice rising as the insults flew faster. “Yeah? Well, at least my hiding isn’t trash. How many times have you died tonight? Oh, right—all of them!” By now, the guys were crying with laughter. “STOP, I CAN’T BREATHE,” Grizzy wheezed. “You two need a TV show,” Droid added through tears. “This is better than the game!” Despite the escalating vulgarity, neither of you seemed genuinely mad. But the tension? That was undeniable.

A few days later, the whole crew met at Puffer’s house before heading to PAX together. As soon as you walked in, Yumi was leaning against the kitchen counter, his trademark smirk firmly in place. “Well, if it isn’t the queen of dying in horror games,” he greeted, earning a round of chuckles from the guys. “Oh, shut it, Blake,” you shot back, setting your bag down. “Where’s your barber? I want to personally thank them for the comedy gold.” “You’re hilarious,” he deadpanned. “Almost as funny as that time you rage-quit because you couldn’t find the last puzzle piece.” “It was bugged!” you protested, glaring at him. “Sure, blame the game,” he teased. “Just admit you’re bad at puzzles.” The banter continued through the evening, with Puffer and Grizzy egging both of you on. Every remark was met with a sharper one, and the tension from the stream seemed to simmer beneath the surface. By the time night fell and everyone settled in to hang out, the air between you and Yumi was thick with unresolved tension.

Later that night, you found yourself alone in the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge. Yumi walked in a moment later, his presence immediately filling the room. “Still mad about the haircut comment?” you teased, not looking at him. “Not as mad as you are about the goat thing,” he fired back, leaning casually against the counter. You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing here, Blake?” He smirked, stepping closer. “Just wondering if you’re all talk or if you can actually back it up.” Your breath hitched at his proximity, but you refused to back down. “Oh, I can back it up. Question is, can you handle it?” The smirk on his face faltered for just a second before he closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was heated, filled with all the pent-up tension from your arguments. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. Before you knew it, you were tangled together, stumbling toward the guest room.

The moment the door shut, he pressed you against it, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands roamed your body. “You’re so damn frustrating,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Funny, I was gonna say the same about you,” you replied breathlessly, tugging at his shirt until it was over his head and on the floor. He wasted no time, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands roamed your body. His fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up and over your head before discarding it carelessly. “I swear to god, you drive me insane,” he growled, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “And yet, here you are,” you shot back, your voice laced with challenge. Without warning, he lifted you onto the counter, his hands slipping under your thighs to spread them apart. His gaze burned into yours, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “Say something smart again,” he dared, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “I fucking dare you.” Instead of replying, you pulled him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as you ground against him.

The friction drew a low groan from his throat, and his hands gripped your thighs even tighter. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his voice dark and teasing. Moments later, the tension became unbearable, and he was carrying you to the guest room, his lips never leaving yours. The second the door closed, he pressed you against it, his mouth hot on your neck as his hands worked at your pants, sliding them down along with your underwear. “You’re not in control tonight,” he growled, his voice a mix of frustration and desire. His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down his body, taking in every inch of him. “You’re talking a big game for someone who can’t keep his hands off me,” you teased, your voice breathy but challenging. “Oh, trust me,” he replied, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’ll be the one begging by the end of this.” Before you could respond, he was pulling you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.

His hands slid down your sides, his fingers digging into your skin as he aligned himself with you. The first thrust stole the air from your lungs, the stretch of him filling you completely. Yumi groaned low in his throat, his fingers digging into your hips as he set a relentless pace. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice ragged as he leaned down to kiss along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “You feel so fucking good.” Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly as you moaned into his shoulder. “Blake,” you gasped, your back arching as he hit a spot deep inside you that made your vision blur. “Say it again,” he demanded, his tone rough and commanding. “Blake,” you repeated, your voice trembling as he thrust harder, faster, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “That’s right,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine tonight. No snarky comebacks, no attitude. Just you—just us.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the way your body responded to him.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper as you met his rhythm, grinding against him with desperation. “You’re so annoying,” you managed to whisper, though your words held no bite. “Yeah?” he chuckled darkly, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. “Let’s see how annoying I can be now.” His fingers worked in perfect sync with his thrusts, circling and teasing until your body felt like it was on fire. The tension in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter, every nerve ending screaming for release. “Blake, I—” “Not yet,” he growled, slowing his pace just enough to drive you crazy. “You wait until I tell you.” “Please,” you whimpered, your nails raking down his back. He smirked, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace again. The sounds of your moans mixed with his low groans, the bed creaking beneath you as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered, his teeth grazing your jawline.

“Yes,” you gasped, your entire body trembling as you clung to him. “Please, Blake.” “Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “Let me feel you.” The moment the words left his lips, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his throat as he followed close behind, spilling into you with a final, shuddering thrust. For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing, the both of you too spent to move. Finally, Yumi collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he buried his face in your hair. “Still annoying?” he teased, his voice soft but smug. “Absolutely,” you replied, though the smile on your face betrayed your words. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re not so bad yourself, smartass.” The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the room. You stirred, groaning softly as the soreness from the night before made itself known.

Beside you, Yumi was sprawled out, his face buried in the pillow, his arm slung possessively over your waist. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips even in sleep. You tried to slip out from under his arm, but his grip tightened, pulling you closer. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, his voice husky and laced with sleep. “Bathroom,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Unless you want me to pee in the bed.” He groaned, finally loosening his hold. “Fine. But come back after. I’m not done with you.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. When you returned, Yumi was sitting up, his hair still a wild mess and the smirk you knew all too well plastered across his face. “Morning, sunshine,” he teased, patting the spot next to him. “How’s the smart mouth feeling today?” “Sore,” you shot back, climbing back into bed. “Good,” he said, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. “Means I did my job right.”

Later on once you were more awake, everyone gathered for breakfast, Yumi casually sat beside you at the table, his usual smirk firmly in place. “So, how’d everyone sleep?” Puffer asked, clearly oblivious. “Great,” Yumi replied, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” You shot him a warning glare, but he just chuckled, leaning back in his chair with the satisfaction of a man who knew he’d won.

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artaxlivs · 2 years ago

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Eddie boosted Dustin up the rope, as fast as they could fucking move. The bats were screeching and clawing through the vents in the bedrooms and bathrooms.

For a split second he thought about staying and distracting the bats away from the gate but he heard Steve’s voice reminding him. “Don’t be a hero.” So Eddie shimmied up the rope after he boosted Dustin up, fell onto his own embarrassingly spotty mattress and grabbed Dustin to scramble out the door of the trailer. He slammed the flimsy door behind them, hustling Dustin across the road to Max’s empty trailer.

There were no bat screeches. His trailer didn’t rock as it filled with clawing, screaming bats. Nothing happened at all.

Still, he dragged Dustin into Max’s trailer and pulled out the walkie.

“Guys, it’s Eddie. The bats came into the UpsideDown trailer. Dustin and I ran. We’re at Max’s trailer. Is everyone okay?” If his hand was any indication, Eddie’s voice was probably shaking. He couldn’t hear it over the pounding of his heart though.

“You have to say Over, Eddie or they won’t know you’re done talking. Why does no–” Dustin started to bitch but was cut short by a terrifyingly familiar voice.

Jason Carver.

“Munson. You devil worshiping freak. Is that you? I’m coming for you.” Jason growled from the mic speaker, followed by static.

Eddie froze in terror.

Suddenly Steve’s voice came from the walkie. With his bitchiest voice, he said, “You have to say Over when you’re done talking, Carver.” There was a brief click and then his voice came back, sounding deadly serious this time, “And if you go anywhere near Eddie, I’ll beat your fucking face in. Over.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #jason carver sucks #what if #don't be a hero

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shousetsubangbang · 5 months ago

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from Issue 110: Neon Lights

Halfway through a cheerful and upbeat monologue about the benefits of extended warranties, a vile, violent cough seized Klaire. Despite her attempts to stop her body from reacting, she hacked and wheezed into the microphone strapped to her face. The awful noise bounced around the small room, a shrill banshee cry of feedback that screeched in her ears until Blake abruptly cut the feed. Reeling from the disruption, Klaire steadied herself and tried to avoid meeting his gaze. She swore she could taste his irritation alongside the bitterness of her own phlegm. Or, maybe, that was just the echinacea oil that she kept telling herself would fix her. The dark, green, vegetal ooze hadn’t done enough yet, and on top of that it tasted terrible, especially the second time around.

“Fuckin’ hell, Klaire,” her manager grunted into his own mic from behind the smudgy, cracked glass that separated them. Blake’s voice filled her recording booth in the moments after her own sound left it. She dropped her chestnut brown eyes to her feet and felt her face flush hot. For a moment, they stood in mutual silence. Klaire was grateful for her hanging curtains of dark hair, the way they shielded her from view. Eventually, she sucked in a breath and lifted her face again, unfolding herself like one would press a worn-out origami crane back into shape with the pads of their fingers. She was still a little bit crumpled, but she was elegant and lovely all the same. A small sadness always seemed to sit within the folded core of Klaire, like something fragile tucked away for safekeeping.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Start it again.”

#s2b2 #neon lights #lgbtq #queer #queer romance

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meglinpancake · 2 years ago

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Just Some Haunted Moonstone Headcanons That’s Been Sitting in my Phone for Months

SFW

General

- Haddie has instinctive “fight” responses that can knock someone out if they’re not careful. She must have a warning beforehand and consent before she engages in any physical touch.

- Mikaela once tried to surprise hug Haddie from behind and it ended up with a right hook to her gut-

- Haddie’s love language are words of affirmation, and she flusters easily by soft touches and soft words that are from genuine love and affection

- Mikaela’s love language is all over the place- most of the time it’s actions- she’s also very easy to fluster

- Haddie has the braincell, Mikaela almost never has it

- Haddie is a really good cook- Mikaela cannot be trusted in the kitchen, but if she has a recipe/help she can cook

- Mikaela makes drinks for Haddie, they both have a preference for tea

- Snuggles are a MUST. After Haddie warmed up to Mikaela’s touch, they both are starving for each other’s touch and will almost always be making some sort of contact with each other.

- They’re both socially awkward as fuck, they’re both autistic

- Communicators, Haddie is super blunt and notice changes in Mikaela easily. Mikaela has a harder time interpreting Haddie and due to her anxiety, will often ask.

- It’s canon that Mikaela is dyslexic so Haddie is often there to help read and correct her, and write notes

- Both Haddie and Mikaela’s VAs are singers so they also sing and they will duet together in secret since they’re self conscious about their singing (fun fact Mikaela’s va is a metal singer too so I’m just gonna say she has dat metal screech too)

- Mikaela has a disturbing good Toad (from Mario) impression and uses it in all the cursed ways

Within the realm

- Haddie wasn’t very fond of Mikaela at first, she’s not amused with the idea/fact of magic and witches- all of her experience with magic is from sources of evil afterall

- Unfortunately- Mikaela took an immediate interest in Haddie- someone who actually fights monsters and ghosts?? Now that’s a person she wants to talk to- she could potentially come up with hit horror stories for open mic nights back home!

- Haddie warmed up slowly to Mikaela after noticing that her boons were of great help to the team- even noticing how she would tell stories around the campfire to help cheer other survivors up (although it did bother her for a while with how cliche and wrong the monsters tended to be-)

- When Mikaela came to Haddie asking for advice on how to make her stories better, Haddie hesitantly gave some- expecting it to scare or even disgust Mikaela away- but to her surprise, it didn’t. In fact, Mikaela latched on to her more.

- Mikaela was the first to demonstrate protectiveness, Haddie never asked nor done anything special for her but Mikaela often went out of her way to ensure Haddie was alright- and of course this didn’t go unnoticed-

- Haddie started to return the favour by doing whatever she could to protect Mikaela as well

- What started as a mutual want to protect each other as fellow survivors then became genuine worry and care

- It became a custom for the two to group up as soon as possible when a trial began- even carefully picking perks to compliment each other

- They often fall asleep leaning against each other by the campfire with a few open books scattered about

Outside the realm

- Mikaela and Haddie throw the best Halloween parties hands down

- Mikaela still works at the Moonstone but has now been invited as a storyteller in other places and earns more money freelancing

- Haddie continues traveling and podcasting

- They keep their relationship lowkey, since they’re growing in popularity, and out of fear of people finding out and harassing each other

- Due to the nature of their work, they often are apart from each other

- They call each other a lot, and if phone calls are not an option- then good ole fashion mail works too

- Always bring back souvenirs for each other

- If they can go together they will always go together

- They appear as guests in each other’s work pretty frequently

- Mikaela has every podcast from Haddie saved and she’ll listen to them as a comfort

- Mikaela likes shopping but has horrible money management so Haddie has to stop her

- Neither of them has a fashion sense

- They prefer at-home dates but sometimes dressing up all fancy and going somewhere is a great treat, it’ll usually be the beach if that’s the case

- Neither one of them knows what a sleep schedule is

NSFW

General

- They’re both switches but Haddie leans top and Mikaela leans bottom

- Mikaela gets horny easily, she’s also a brat- loves to really push at Haddie’s buttons in a good way

- Haddie is on the asexual spectrum, specifically demiaroace

- Body worship and cuddle fucks, they both become mush with body worship

- Mikaela really likes to touch Haddie’s face during intimate moments, this results in less oral but it’s a great exchange for the intimacy

- Praise kinks, the both of them, hardcore praise kinks

- Mikaela is the more vocal one, but gets self conscious and embarrassed about her own voice and will need Haddie to reconfirm that her moans are a turn on

- Haddie starts off quiet but can get louder than Mikaela in certain circumstances

- On the few occasions Mikaela does top, she adores giving scar and stretch mark worship

- Marking is common, but usually never anywhere noticeable

- They’re monogamous and fiercely loyal towards each other, it’s a normal theme in bed for them to throw around declarations of “mine” and “yours”

- It’s also due to each of their personal struggles with dysphoria and accepting themselves and the fact they deserve to be loved, so the time in bed is usually a time to strip all that worry away and be vulnerable so they can really experience each other without anxiety overtaking their psyche

- Therefore they are not ones for quickies, but they will tease each other throughout the day

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd survivor #dbd haddie #haddie kaur #dbd mikaela #mikaela reid #haddie x mikaela #haunted moonstone

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ahshitikeepreadingfanfics · 5 months ago

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Can’t stop thinking about designing a bird framed hetermorph from MHA, Hero name: harpy or something like that

Having some flying capabilities like a bird (can fly slightly higher then pigeon just because she has larger lungs) BUT

Harpy has mic’s kind of voice quirk however it is based more on pitch rather than volume. Think rather than a blast of sound, think more of a deafening screech that shatters windows and makes at least 2 people pass out who aren’t even in the vicinity.

Hands on the end of her wings but the rest of her is bird. Face human like a Harpy from the Greek mythos. And it isn’t like dull coloured feathers. They are red and orange with feathers poking up from her neck of blue yellow and green like some tropical birds. Hair is a dark deep red. Short bob as who the hell wants the upkeep of long hair while also preening 90% of your body with feathers.

She has parrot feet.

She paints her claws sparkly colours

Most likely can communicate with birds on some level. Has never tried.

Has some form of adhd. Most likely. Could also be that she’s part mag pie with how she dashed after shiny things.

Her bones are more fragile but that like birds her bones are hollow. She’s lighter and faster in the air. But is unable to take on blunt force and head on attacks.

Does she chirp? Yes of course she does.

Does she have nesting behaviours? Sometimes. It’s mostly contained to finger crocheting. Whatever stops her from ripping apart couches to make the perfect rest spot.

Her hero costume would have to give her the ability to move and have her feathers be able to breathe in order to have good aerodynamics. Any ideas folks?

Please note: this is just a random hero idea I had. I will probably fledge this out into an actual oc once I’m done this stretch of work!

I need to plan more into this.

But I have no caught up on MHA and now I can’t STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

#my hero academia #mha oc #bnha #bnha oc #ocs #original character

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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years ago

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this is pretty short and mostly just me posting so i can delete it without being sad that i wrote a couple paragraphs for nothing. but um yeah i am working on a jumin oneshot which will mostly be from his pov, plus i really hate writing women fighting over a man unless i can put an ironic twist on it—next thing you know i'm going to write sarah but with some actual nuance. until then, enjoy <3

The first time you see Sarah Choi after your marriage is at a birthday party, held in a grand hall. You see her at the same time she sees you, and your eyes widen before you try to get lost in the crowd.

“Boss?” a voice comes through your headset. “Did you already give the okay to serve lunch?”

“Yes. Ms. Yun wanted it served right after the speeches—”

“You!” Sarah screeches furiously. With a quick apology, you mute your mic and face the woman. She’s seething, although for what reason you can’t possibly imagine. Yes, she’s getting sued, but you didn’t tell Jumin to sue her (not that you disagreed). He most likely would have done the same thing with the information Seven gave him, with you in his life or not.

“Ms. Choi,” you plead quietly. I’m working, do not get me in trouble or so help me. “This is someone’s party, perhaps we should step outside.”

“Why should I? Is it suddenly a problem when you’re the one being publicly humiliated for being a gold digger?” She pokes you in the shoulder none too gently. People begin to look in your direction. “Everything was fine before you sunk your claws in!”

“Sunk my claws—gold digger?” you ask in disbelief. Talk about pot calling the kettle black. “Ms. Choi, your legal issues are not my concern.” Then, allowing yourself to be just a little spiteful, “Maybe if you and your sister had left well enough alone, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.”

The little bit of shame you’re supposed to feel after being so catty is nonexistent. It feels good after what this woman put Jumin through. Maybe to her, she didn’t do anything, but to you, who saw him suffocate at just the idea that he would be forced into a marriage with her and watched his eyes dull every time he was in the same room as her, she hurt him. Before, you didn’t necessarily have the right to get so protective, but now you’re his wife, so you can say whatever you please.

Jumin is your world. No one gets to hurt him, and if they do, they have you to answer to.

“Is everything alright?” Ms. Yun, the person whose birthday party is being held here, rushes up, clearly frantic about anything going wrong.

“I want her out,” Sarah hisses, pointing at you. You almost roll your eyes, but keep yourself in check.

“What? But this is our event coordinator.” Ms. Yun looks surprised at even the idea of kicking you out. “She organized this whole thing, I need her here to continue making sure things run smoothly.”

“I’m your guest! And I want her gone, now!”

“Absolutely not,” Ms. Yun responds, a frown on her face. “I’m sorry," she says to you, "I won’t keep you.”

“Please don’t worry about it. By the way, I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.” You smile at her, but it’s really directed beyond her shoulder, straight at Sarah. “He couldn’t make it, but my husband wanted to thank you for the invitation.”

There’s a screech, and you see one of Sarah’s hands push Ms. Yun to the side, while the hand holding a flute of champagne rises to tip on your head.

Before she gets the chance, you grab her wrist, splashing the drink on her own face instead.

///

“Tell me what happened again.” Jumin has the most boyish grin you’ve ever seen on him as he looms over you in bed. “Just one more time. Sarah sees you, and then…”

“I already told you twice!” You laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“Once more,” he requests, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “it’s my new favorite story.”

#jumin x reader #jumin x mc #jumin han #mystic messenger #mysme x reader

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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When Sam asked Tucker a question, he decided against his best judgment to answer it.

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"Tucker!" Sam screeched in his ear, filled with rage. "What the hell were you thinking? Rushing in like that? You were completely alone!" She grunted as she smashed her hand against the desk, and he could hear her mutter a curse that would definitely get his mouth washed out with soap if his mother heard him say it.

Tucker waited for a few seconds before responding, "Sam… it's just a game."

"We're gonna lose because of you! If you had waited ten seconds, I could have spawned in and helped!"

Tucker took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. "You know what, let's be done playing for now. I think you're too angry to play right now."

"I'm not angry!" Sam shouted. At that moment, Tucker could hear something crash against the ground on the other side of the headset. It sounded like a mug. Tucker was willing to bet it was a mug.

Did he have a basis for that? No. But it sounded mug-like, and that's what he was gonna go with.

"Shit, fuck, damn it…" Sam cursed in quick succession.

"Sure you're not mad?" Tucker asked, leaning back in his chair as the results screen began to show. He had to fight the urge to scoff as the other team spammed 'gg ez' over and over.

"No! I'm not…" Sam began, her voice just as vehement as her curses, but she couldn't finish the sentence. There was a moment of silence before she exhaled into the mic and then said, "Not at you, at least."

Tucker nodded. He knew that. He knew that playing a competitive game with Sam was a bad idea right now, but she needed the outlet.

He reported one of the spammers after they started cursing out someone on his team and clicked away. The main menu came up, but he didn't close out. Not yet, at least. Maybe he could calm Sam down, and they could get back to playing.

"Danny should be playing with us. We need someone not completely brain dead on our team…"

Tucker hesitated and focused on her profile icon as he wondered if she included him in that list of people. Tucker tabbed over and increased Sam's volume now that she was no longer shouting. He decided that knowledge was sometimes a curse. "Yeah, having three good players is definitely better than two," he said neutrally.

There was a shuffling on the other side of the mic, the sound of fabric rustling along with a creaking of wood. He could easily picture her curling up in her massive chair. "Why would it have to be her?"

Tucker didn't answer. There was no safe path out of this conversation. He was tempted to queue them up instead of responding, but that probably wouldn't help things.

"Tucker… you're one of my best friends… you know that, right?" Sam began, hesitant.

He did not like where this was going.

"Yeah, I know, Sam, you're one of mine too," he responded. He chewed on his lip and waited to see where she was going with this.

"You're also Danny's… Can… can you tell me why he picked her… over me?"

Yeah, he didn't like where this went at all.

"Sam… listen, you are one of my best friends, but I'm not gonna go against the bro code."

"Tucker! Please! I just… I just need to know. If there's a chance… for us…" Tucker groaned and ran his hand down his face. Sam took that as a sign he was weakening, so she continued on. "I just want to know. Everyone calls us lovebirds… called us lovebirds, and even Lancer was trying to cheer me up today. I just… did I screw this up? Should I have asked him out? I thought… I just… it…"

"Sam," Tucker interrupted. He shouldn’t have, but he didn’t like seeing her floundering like this. She went dead quiet on her side. Damn it, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to explain this. He… "Sam, look, I shouldn't say this. I really don't want to…" He sighed and exited the game. There wasn't gonna be any playing after this.

He shouldn't be doing this. Danny told him this in confidence, and Sam didn't deserve to be told over a fucking voice call of all things.

But there was no way he was man enough to say this in person.

"I'm sorry," he said simply as he warred inside himself.

"For what?"

"For telling you this…" Tucker leaned forward and exhaled slowly as he rested his head in his hands, elbows on either side of his keyboard. The lights on it glittered in neon colors as they waited for more inputs. "Danny… doesn't feel that way about you…" He hesitated again. He could leave it at that. But Sam wouldn't get the answer to the question she wanted, so he added one more word. "Anymore."

Sam sucked in a breath. "Anymore? He used to?"

Tucker nodded, though she couldn't see it. "Yeah, freshman year? He would have loved it. He thought about asking you out a couple of times, but he thought you weren't into him."

"Are you joking? What? Why?"

"That, I couldn't tell you. Everyone could see it…"

There was silence. The only sound Tucker could hear right now was the whine of his tinnitus ringing. (Too many shots fired from the ecto guns without hearing protection. It was definitely not the byproduct of listening to too much nightcore at the loudest volumes, nope.)

And then Sam asked the dooming question. "What happened?"

Tucker took a deep breath before sighing again. "The accident…" Tucker continued over Sam's attempt to respond. "He told me dying in the portal was the most painful thing that ever happened to him. Like… his sense of how much pain he's in is irrevocably messed up now. Like… one-time Skulker shot a missile at him while he was human. The missile sent shrapnel everywhere and got Danny, right? Well, he didn't realize it ‘till like… a few days later, after everything had all healed up. Danny went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and cut it out of his leg."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah! Imagine how I felt walking in there and seeing that! It was awful! Still better than going to a hospital, though."

There was a moment of silence. Tucker looked back over at her profile icon. The ectoplasm green skull stared back at him, and part of him hoped that Sam was getting pulled away so he didn’t have to continue this conversation.

More for Sam’s sake than his.

His hopes were dashed when her icon lit up again. “What does that have to do with me? I…” She paused again, and when she started up again, she was half shouting, desperate. “Wait, is this about the accident? That’s what it was! An accident!" Sam defended herself. "I didn't know what would happen!”

Tucker felt his jaw clench as she pleaded with the wrong person.

"I know, Sam, I know. And so does Danny… but … that was the first time…"

"First time?" Sam repeated, her confusion coming through clearly. He could match her voice to how her eyebrows raised when she was confused. "What do you mean the first time?"

Tucker shook his head. This was stupid. He really shouldn’t be doing this. This wouldn't help anyone. "This is a bad idea… I… Sorry, let's just leave it at that."

"No, Tucker!" Sam shouted. He almost reached up and tore off his headphones due to how loud she was. Instead, his hands rested on them as she begged desperately, "Please, tell me! What happened? Why does… does he blame me?"

"No!" Tucker nixed that immediately. "He doesn't! Or… at least he tries not to! He's happy! Really! He loves the ghost powers, he loves being a hero! He's… he's glad that it's happened, but… he still remembers how much it hurt…"

"Then why?"

Tucker heaved out a breath and looked down at the floor near his desk. He really should clean this room, there were old empty bags of beef jerky everywhere, but a questioning sound from Sam through the headset made him refocus as much as he didn’t want to. "Sam… you remember Paulina's birthday? When you had that fight with Danny? You made a wish, and Desiree granted it. You two never met, and Danny never got his ghost powers…"

"Y-yeah," Sam stuttered, hesitant. She probably had forgotten it, but now that he was bringing it up it was ringing a bell. "I had to dress up all girly in order for you two to even listen to me."

"Yeeeeah…" Tucker drew out, trying to think of how he should navigate this.

Sam seemed to realize where this was going. Even if she had forgotten just why she had made the wish, there was no way she didn’t remember what had followed. How she convinced him to get back into the portal before turning it on. "He… he blames me for that? I… I didn't know what to do! I didn't have ghost powers! I couldn't fight Desiree! And… I knew he'd get them! I don't know if I would! I thought about it! You know… when you guys turned me away the first time! I thought about going in and turning the portal on myself…"

Tucker sucked in a breath despite himself. That would have killed her. It did kill Danny, but he came back. They didn't know if the same thing would happen to him or Sam.

She could have died and stayed dead.

"Is that what I should have done?" she whispered.

"No!” Tucker shouted. He straightened up and started waving his hands back and forth. “No, no, no. Definitely not!” He froze in place before slumping back into his seat. “It's just…"

There wasn't much left anymore. Just one thing.

"Sam…" he paused, he shouldn’t say this, but everything else was laid out already. "Sam… you wished that you and I would remember everything… and Danny too."

Sam gasped. "So he…"

"He remembers dying… twice ."

"I-I didn't…" Sam uttered. This didn’t sound like her.

She sounded broken.

"I know, Sam… I know…"

#dp fic #danny phantom #fanfic #one sided Danny/Sam #tucker foley #sam manson

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dismal-alien-darling · 4 years ago

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Like Glass

Alcina Dimitrescu x female reader

Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenburg

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu almost looses you and becomes even more protective than ever before.

Warnings/tags:abduction, being held captive/against your will, being held for ransom, being starved, severe bodily harm, mentions of torture, trauma, night terrors, angst, hurt/comfort, protective Heisenburg, protective Dimitrescu daughters, upset Alcina, protective Alcina, vulnerable Alcina

y/n= your name

y/L/n=your lycan’s name

Alcina Dimitrescu had always been protective of you. Even when you were simply her “pet,” her “toy,” her “human play-thing.” Her protection had doubled when she had confessed her feelings for you and had taken you as her lover. It had then tripled when she asked for your hand in marriage, you now being her wife AND step-mother to her girls.

You and Alcina had been careful in hiding your relationship because as pure as your love was it was dangerous. You could very well have been used a ransom bargaining chip to hand over Castle Dimitrescu to an enemy family. So Lady Dimitrescu kept you close and safe...that was until one winter night. You had ventured out into the grounds that night to watch the snow fall and as you enjoyed the peace of the snowfall you had been taken by an enemy house. The word has slipped, unbeknownst how, but it had slipped just the same. You had screamed and fought as best as you could but the ones that took you were by far stronger than you. By the time Alcina had heard the screams and had gone racing out of the castle, her daughters leading the charge, there was no sign of you except for the signs of a struggle in the snow.

As expected, two days after you had been captured a note was left at the castle doors demanding Castle Dimitrescu be handed over in exchange for you safe return. The letter stated they had three days to comply or else the next thing that would be showing up the doors would be your dismembered body.

During the next two days Alcina, the girls, Heisenburg (who had grown fond of you) and your lycan (a wedding present from Heisenburg) were tearing the countryside apart looking for you. The troop barely stopped to rest and when they would Alcina could be heard muttering; “Alcina you fool, you should have turned her when you had the chance...you idiot...she could have fought them off if she was turned...you should have been watching her...Alcina you idiot...” she went on and on. Your captors had been very thorough in covering their scent and their headquarters was extremely well hidden.

It was close to sunset on the third day and Alcina had collapsed on her fours sobbing into the grass, “I’VE KILLED HER! LUBIREA MEA I’M SO SORRY!” I’VE FAILED YOU MY POOR DRAGA MEA!” The girls surrounded their mother holding onto her crying on her shoulder, even Heisenburg knelt down and placed a comforting hand on his sister’s back. Their moment of despair was interrupted by y/L/n howling and barking down a lone well about 50 feet away. The group rushed over peering down into the well which had no water at the bottom.

“Call the pack y/L/n! She’s down there and we are going to destroy every single one them! They fucked with the wrong family!” Heisenburg commanded y/L/n who immediately turned tail.The girls and Heisenburg quickly descended down the well leaving Alcina, who couldn’t fit down the narrow entrance.

“There’s a tunnel mother! We’re coming y/n!” Daniela screamed as she, Cassandra, Bela and Heisenburg surged forward.

“Be careful my doves!” Alcina called down after them. Lady Dimitrescu stood over the well for five minutes...fifteen minutes...it felt like an eternity for her. She strained her ears for the slightest sound of anything she could hear. In the distance she heard the lycan pack fast approaching. Y/L/n arrived at the well and sat waiting with the rest of the pack behind them. Some more time passed when finally Alcina heard frantic running.

“Hurry Cassandra! Dammit don’t drop her! I should have carried her!” Daniela screeched.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry...you guys stop arguing! She’s lost so much blood we need to hurry!” Bela screamed her voice choked with tears. Alcina’s heart dropped to her feet as she saw the girls and Heisenburg at the bottom of the well you draped over Cassandra’s shoulder. The girls and Heisenburg made quick work of ascending the well passing you into Alcina’s arms. Lady Dimitrescu let out a combination of what sounded like a scream, a sob and a wail.

“MY DOVE! CEL MIC WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!” Alcina wailed at the sight of her lover. You were absolutely battered within an inch of your life and covered in blood. There were deep chain marks around your wrists and your protruding ribs indicated you had been starved by your captors.

“Come lycans! Tonight we will taste blood as we ruin a family line forever!” Heisenburg dropped down into the well again as the lycans followed suit one by one leaving the girls with their mother and you.

Alcina was broken from her despair by the girls tugging at her dress.

“Come mother! We must get her back home!” All three of them yelled in unison. And with that the Dimitrescus made a mad dash back to their castle while you lay limp in your lover’s arms.

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It had been several weeks since you were abducted and you were back to your normal self....well as normal as you could be now that you had suffered severe trauma. You woke up every night screaming and thrashing. In your night terrors you were captured over and over. You were beaten and starved over and over. Alcina would always hold you in her arms comforting you as you sobbed eventually falling back asleep. You had gotten the run down of what had happened a few days after your return; Heisenburg, y/L/n and the pack had absolutely decimated the underground home of the rival family. They had weened out the few directly responsible for taking and beating you. They still resided in the basement being tortured every day by the girls and Alcina. It was safe to say they wouldn’t be bothering any you ever again.

Ever since your abduction Alcina had been insanely protective of you and it was starting to become ridiculous. She didn’t let you outside unless supervised by the girls or herself. You hadn’t been alone for more than five minutes and Alcina had a death grip on you every night. She wouldn’t even let you walk down the stairs for fear you would “trip and break your neck.” Although Alcina had lamented not turning you when you were gone she still hadn’t done it because she was so preoccupied with keeping you “safe” and of course the normal commotions with Mother Miranda. You knew she was acting like this because you were taken but it was annoying you and not helping you in your recovery. One night you snapped.

“Alcina, drag mea, I know you want to keep me safe but you can’t treat me like I’m made of glass for the rest of my life!” you sighed pushing the log you were going to put onto the fire until Alcina had grabbed your waist pulling you back from the fire asking if you had burned yourself when you hadn’t even been close to the flames.

“I won’t apologize for keeping you safe cel mic it’s my JOB,” she stated gesturing for you to come back and sit on her lap where you had been. She furrowed her brows when you didn’t move.

“Look Alcina my love, I know that incident was a close call but I’m fine now and nothing has happened since,” you finished snapping your head around to look at your wife. Her whole body tensed.

“Nothing yet...it is my job to protect you y/n.You’re my wife and the step-mother to my daughters and you will NEVER be away from me or hurt like that ever again!” Alcina was now yelling her eyes filling with tears. She let out a sigh resting her elbows on her knees placing her head in her hands. You couldn’t see but you knew she was crying. You strode forward quickly kneeling down so you could look up at her. You took her hands in yours leaning up to place a kiss on her chin.

“Alcina I-“

“I will never get that image of you out of my head!” Alcina sobbed taking your face in her hands. “You looked dead! I thought you were dead! We almost didn’t make it in time! And even when we did I couldn’t come get you myself! You wake up every night screaming and in tears because I failed to protect you! I should have turned you before we were wed and even now I STILL haven’t gone through with it! I’m a monster who almost lost the one person I have ever loved!” She finished her sobs racking through the room pulling you up into her lap. You went without protest wrapping your arms around her neck as she sobbed into yours. You two had never really addressed what had happened. The only time you did was when you first woke after being passed out for almost an entire day after you were returned safely to the castle. Lady Dimitrescu had not left your side the entire time you were recovering.

“Then let’s do it draga mea...” you whispered, “I think it is time. I’m ready to spend eternity with you and the girls.” As you said this Alcina lifted her head looking into your eyes and a smile stretched across her face.

“Ok my sweet dove, we shall then,” sniffled Alcina as you wiped her eyes with your sleeve. “There is a full moon tomorrow? Does that seem right?” You let out an amused laugh and she did too.

“Yes lubirea mea, that sounds simply perfect,” you agreed pressing your lips to hers. You were ready to become like her and the girls. You were ready to shatter your human form and embrace your new body.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu x fem reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #fanfiction #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu x reader

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softsnzstuff · 2 years ago

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Prompt idea of streamer Steve trying to talk through his long buildups and then completely destroying his mic when the sneeze does come teehee

Hey friend! I know you’re having a hard time rn at home so I hope this can help in any way possible! 🤍KB

*****

Eddie turned on the water at the kitchen sink. The dishes had slowly built up over the past few days. Both he and Steve were busy with planning some content for the new year. Small traces of steam lingered in the air just above the dirty plates.

The long haired man popped in his headphones and turned on Steve’s stream. He’d been in the streaming room for a while now, working on various different things before he finally went live just a few minutes ago. Eddie figured the last he could do was be a supportive partner and listen while he cleaned.

Grabbing the sponge, he let Steve’s voice fill the room via his headphones.

“-not much! We’re in that weird in between period where it’s after Christmas, but not quite new year. So we’ve mostly been planning for next year…speaking of which, what kind of content do you guys want to see? Drop ideas in the comments.”

“Why am I doing an audio stream? Good question. Eddie got me this new mic for Christmas and I wanted to hhh test it hehh out…h’AESSSHiew! ISHHuhew!”

The sneezes ripped through Steve’s throat as they escaped, right into the microphone. Eddie jumped, dropping a plate he was holding back into the sink.

“JESUS H CHRIST, STEVE!” He screeched. “WARN A GUY!”

He could hear his own voice echo in his headphones since Steve was just in the next room.

“SNF sorry guys. Yeah haha, that was Eddie. Guess he’s listening to the stream too.” Steve continued.

“Anyways, yeah, Eddie got me this mic and who knows. Maybe we’ll start a podcast or something! I’m only joking! Unless you ghihhh you guys want s- HEH something. ii’TCHHew! EKSHiew!”

Eddie ripped the headphones out of his ears this time, turning off the sink and padding towards the streaming room.

“Steve you’re done. The microphone works and my ears are bleeding.” He half joked.

“Umbb a ‘bless you’ would be n’dice?!” Steve quipped back, laughing.

“Bless you. Now turn that damn thing off.”

#streamer AU #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #steddiesnz #snzblr #ask box #kb writes

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dreamsfreckles · 4 years ago

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[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

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