#there will be like 20 minutes of silence and then a bunch go off at once

[mojaves]

i have fireworks so much SHUT UP FOPR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UPPEHKDSFGJKH;DSLFJHG;LJSDHGKJ;SHD\[FOI UMS\EOPI[GUSRKLGHPUISFD HG K;SJHGFKJSAEHGFSDNHG K;HSDG[OKHSDOIG HSDKJGH SDJHGSDGOIUHEAOIHASFPJ;HB

[giuseppe-yuki]

if you saw me reply to this ask with some unintelligible notes no you didn't (i accidentally pressed post instead of save, panicked, and deleted the ask 😀) luckily i saved a picture of it so crisis averted 🫡

anyways, this is such an adorable concept!

my take down below :)

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franco colapinto x orange cat shapeshifter!reader

problem: rain- also known as a cat's biggest fear. as an orange cat!shapeshifter, it only made sense that the fear transferred to your human self too. big fat droplets of water coming from the sky that soaked your entire body, making you cold and miserable? appalling. the loud thundering of the droplets on the ground and the grumbling of thunder in your sensitive ears? overwhelming.

solution: just don't go outside! unfortunately, that just created another problem: as a formula 1 driver, it was kind of necessary that your boyfriend just had to go outside into the wet montreal weather. something about james vowles...media day...meeting...blah blah blah. it was all a bunch of mumbo jumbo in your head anyways.

so there you sat, unbudging, on the plush williams' blue couch of franco's driver room, bundled under at least three blankets while your boyfriend looked upon you, arms crossed.

"come on!" franco groans, trying to pull you off the couch with his extraordinarily strong arms. "let's go! i'm going to be late, and my pr manager is gonna be mad!"

you roll your eyes. did this boy not listen to your 20 minute rant prior about how you were gonna pass away if one single raindrop touched your skin?

"franco," you say pointedly, " like i said before, go without me! i am not about to be leaving this room to be miserable and wet in this canada weather."

"i'll get you an umbrella," franco offers helpfully.

you purse your lips. "wellll.... i already looked and couldn't find one in your driver's room."

that was kind of ridiculous honestly, because how williams managed to not store a single umbrella in the million dollar buildings in rainy montreal, no less, you would never understand. your boyfriend lets out an audible 'hmph' before throwing himself next to you on the couch and attempting to stick his cold feet into the warm bundle of blankets surrounding you. he looked unlikely to get up anytime soon. "what are you doing mister?" you question, trying pushing franco off the couch. "you gotta go!" scooting all the way to the other end of the couch so you can't reach him, he crosses his arms. "well, if you're not going, i'm not either." you let out a incredulous laugh. "baby, this is your literal job- if you don't do it you're gonna get fired!" to this, he just sniffs dismissively and turns his head away from you in a dismissive manner as if he was a little kid.

"no."

a minute of silence passes, with franco pouting on the one side of the couch, trying to ignore your eyes while you stare at your boyfriend with an eyebrow raised. you predict that he will give in the next 30 seconds, like he always does under your glare. the rain still thunders outside, a wet pitter-patter that promises only grief.

you can't ever predict what comes out of his mouth next, though.

"get in my shirt," your boyfriend demands.

your mouth drops open in disbelief.

"excuse me?" you ask slowly, enunciating each syllable. "you wanna repeat that for me?"

now, your boyfriend sometimes said some out-of-pocket stuff by this was a whole new weird.

franco's cheeks turn a dusty pink almost immediately, and he waves his arms in an effort to disperse the situation.

"no! i meant- not my shirt, my jacket- like i mean for you to get in-"

"franco, that's kind of freaky of you to say right now," you say quietly.

he slaps a hand over his rapidly reddening face and mutters, "imeantthatyoushouldturninyourcatformandgetinmyjacketsowecangotogether."

"ohhhh," you respond, realization dawning you. "you want me to climb into your jacket?"

franco nods quickly, relief evident on his features.

"yes, yes, yes, so you don't get wet and i can keep you nice and toasty," he supplies, looking at you for approval.

you squint your eyes at him, thinking, before slowly nodding.

"fine."

he practically beams at you before pushing himself off the couch. reaching up, he starts slowly unzips his jacket just a smidgen suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

god, this man was so unserious.

"franco," you snap, "hurry up and unzip your jacket so i can hop in! you're literally about to be half an hour late to wherever you're supposed to be going!"

your boyfriend huffs in annoyance before unzipping the rest of his jacket and thrusting his arms out for you to jump into.

you shift into your cat form and don't waste a second before leaping into his arms.

you can practically feel the raindrops on franco's raincoat as your boyfriend strolls through the paddock on the way to williams garage. admittedly, it feels quite calming curled up inside his coat, franco's body warmth and faint cologne just about lulling you to sleep. even the usual loud roar of the rain on the roofs of the buildings are muffled by the obstruction around you. your eyes are about to close when suddenly, somebody slaps franco on the back, jolting both him and you.

"franco!" a voice says with a tinge of amusement. "did you eat too much pizza at the hospitality or what?"

using your claws, you climb your way up franco's shirt from underneath his coat, and pop your head out of his collar. it leads to a few droplets of water sliding into your fluffy fur, but you dismiss it, more curious who was doing out in the rain as well.

none other than alex albon stands there, looking real dry under a large umbrella that is now held over franco's head as well. it is proudly labelled "williams racing" in blue lettering. his "pet" cockatiel sits proudly on his shoulder, bouncing up and down in hello when she sees you in franco's collar.

alex laughs when he spots you too.

"ah, i see, just your girlfriend in your coat!" he says, giving you wave.

you give him a loud meow and bare your canines in a smile.

alex smiles back at you kindly.

"so anyways, where ya'll going on this fine day in montreal, canada?" he asks, tilting his head, as if franco wasn't looking like a soggy biscuit with his drenched clothes and the weather didn't look like it was two seconds away from becoming a hurricane.

franco gestures vaguely towards the garages.

"the garages- didn't james tell us to go there like half an hour ago?"

alex laughs. "you're joking right? he didn't send anything out, cause how are you supposed to look at car performance in this weather?"

the both of you recognize the truth in alex's words at the same time. and when the flash of realization and embarassment crosses franco's face, you make sure take a deep breath, because if you don't, you are sure you would have mauled your boyfriend for bringing you all the way out in a storm for nothing.

note: largely unedited ;-;

[achilles-rage]

Stood Up

summary: when your best friend eddie is late to meet you for breakfast, you get worried, and go to his house to check up on him.

word count: 2.4k

request: could i request reader walking in on him jacking off one morning, maybe she’s a colleague and he’s late for work and she goes to check on him having an emergency key or something. obviously underlying feelings but both keep it quiet.

a/n: so sorry this took so long!! i have nothing to say, enjoy<33

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You feel a little bad about what you’re about to do, but you couldn’t help the nerves pulling you there, to Eddie’s house.

You were supposed to meet for breakfast before work. You’ve been having a bunch of problems with your landlord, and you just needed to vent, so you went to the person you’re closest with. He happily agreed, and secretly wanted to know more about the drama happening in your building. He blames the telenovelas he grew up on.

You started to worry immediately when you realized he was late. You pushed it to the side at first; everyone’s allowed to be late every now and then, but Eddie usually isn’t. It was only after 20 minutes that you decided to call him, just wanting to make sure he was still coming, but he didn’t answer. You stayed for another 10 minutes, then called again, but he didn’t answer again, and that’s when you decided to go to his house and make sure he and Christopher were okay.

He had given you a spare key to his house in case of emergencies, and as you make your way to his front door, you clutch the key tightly in your hand. You knock once, then again, but hear nothing. His car is still in the driveway, so you know he’s still home.

You inhale a deep breath before you finally put the key in the lock and turn the knob. You’re met with an eerie silence, and as you creep further into the house, you notice that Christopher’s school bag isn’t on the hook it usually is. He’s definitely at school then, you think, but where the hell is Eddie?

You make your way down the hallway towards his room when you think you hear a low groan, and you jump slightly in surprise. You feel like you’re in a horror movie, and you’re on edge, but you keep walking silently, key in between your fingers as if it would save you from someone able to take down Eddie.

You hear another grunt when you’re a few steps from Eddie’s closed bedroom door, and you let out a shaky breath. You’re not sure why you haven’t called 9-1-1 yet, rather, choosing to take another step and put your hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly and cracking the door open, just enough to see into the room. Your stomach drops when you finally see what’s got Eddie so late, but it’s not in a bad way. Your shoulders relax slightly, now that you know he’s not in any danger, but you can feel your stomach churning anyway.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his face, contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed and his eyes closed. Then, your eyes move down to his hand, which is slowly working up and down on his leaking cock. You swallow as you take in the sight, and you squeeze your thighs instinctively as he groans again, his voice dark and raspy. You know you shouldn’t be watching; he’s your best friend, and this is a complete invasion of his privacy, but your eyes are glued to his bare chest and his thighs as soft groans slip past his lips.

It’s not until you hear your name fall from his mouth that you’re snapped back to reality. You feel your mouth go dry. Did he say what you think he just said? There’s no way. He’s your friend; he doesn’t like you like that. You’ve seen his ex-girlfriends, even his ex-wife; you look nothing like them. Your hands start to shake, and this causes your hand to hit the door with a loud thud as you reach down for the doorknob, aiming to close the door and get the hell out of there.

Eddie’s head shoots up as the noise echoes through the room, and you’re suddenly eye to eye with him. His eyes are wide with surprise and embarrassment, and he stands quickly and pulls up his boxers, speaking your name in a breathless whisper. He hopes to anyone that will listen that you didn’t hear what had come out of his mouth a moment ago.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot, I-” he starts as his eyes widen even further in realization. He was supposed to meet you before work. His abuela decided to come by this morning, and she told Eddie she’d take Christopher to school, and with his mind too distracted by that to remember your plans, he decided to take some time for himself.

“Don’t apologize.” you speak softly, still in a daze as you take a few steps toward him. You push the door open as you continue into the room, your hand still clutching the spare key. All fear you had is completely gone, and now your body is filled with desire.

Eddie sees the look in your eyes, and he licks his lips, weighing out his options. He’s sure you’re not mad at him, and with the way your eyes drift down to his bare chest, he’s pretty sure the friendship will never be the same, anyway. So he goes for it.

He crosses the rest of the space between you two and meets your lips in a desperate kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks. His grip is loose enough that you can pull away if he completely misread the situation, but you don’t. Your hands go to his chest, the key dropping onto the floor, completely forgotten about. His lips paired with the chest hair under your fingers cause you to let out a ragged exhale.

“You want some help with that?” you ask in a teasing tone, suddenly feeling a burst of confidence as you trail a hand down to the waist of his boxers. He smiles against your lips, muttering a quick “if you’re offering” as his hands move down to the hem of your shirt and yours pushes his boxers down his legs. You part from his lips for just long enough for him to lift your shirt off your body, and then his lips crash against yours again.

His hands run up your torso, and he groans, finally able to feel your soft flesh under his hands. He always catches himself staring at you at work, unable to tear his eyes away from your plush middle, thick thighs, and soft chest, but having you here, pushed against him? He can’t imagine anything better.

His hands go to your leggings next, desperate to see the rest of you. You take over for him and push down your leggings, kicking them off as you start to back him up towards the bed. You push him to sit down on the bed, and are quick to take up the space between his legs, kneeling in front of him with wide, almost innocent eyes.

He groans as he holds eye contact, putting a hand on your cheek and then running his fingers down your neck.

“So pretty.” he whispers, although it’s mostly to himself. Your cheeks heat up, but his words fuel you further, and you shuffle closer before you finally take him in your hand. He lets out a soft moan at the contact, and he bites his lips as you pump him a few times.

His hand immediately goes to the back of your head as you finally press your tongue to the head of his cock, teasing him as you circle your tongue around it. He doesn’t try to move your head, not at all, but his hand stays on your head as his breath catches in his throat.

You look up at him and see the desperate look in his eyes, and finally decide to stop teasing him. You finally bring him into your mouth, starting out slow as you get used to the feeling. His grip tightens on the back of your head, and he lets out a loud groan, unable to get anything else out. You keep your eyes on him as you bob your head a few times, trying to see exactly what he likes the best.

He lets out a loud moan as you hum softly around him, throwing his head back as the vibrations move up his spine. You look up at him with a smug look in your eyes before you finally take all of him into your mouth, nose just barely grazing his pelvic bone. You back up as you feel your throat burn, inhaling a shaky breath before you move all the way down on him again, moaning as you feel him twitch against your tongue.

You bring your hand up and move it in time with your mouth, and you can tell by his furrowed brows and heaving chest that he’s close. You pick up the pace, keeping eye contact with him as he looks down at you, and he whispers soft praise as he watches his cock disappear into your eager mouth.

As he’s about to cum, he pulls you away from him, watching with a smirk as you try to catch your breath. You whine softly as you look up at him, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue, but your whine is cut short as he pulls you up.

“Wanna cum with you.” he whispers against your lips, standing up as well and grabbing your hips roughly. You feel yourself getting impossibly more wet as he speaks, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. After a moment, he spins you around and pushes you onto the bed, and as you back up so your head rests on his pillow, he crawls onto the bed and makes his way up to you.

He’s quick to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, then he slides it down your arms and throws it towards the rest of your clothes on the floor. He inhales a sharp breath as he takes in the sight of your round tits, waiting for him to touch and kiss. He brings his mouth down to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin while he makes his way down to your breasts. He squeezes one with one hand while the other holds himself over your body, and his tongue moves around your other nipple. You tilt your head back as he focuses his attention on your tits, and he continues to kiss and suck on them until he gets impatient and pulls away.

He leans back on his knees, still in between your legs, and reaches for the waistband of your panties. You lift your hips as he pulls them down, biting your lip eagerly as he throws them to the side and then lowers himself onto you again. He grabs the base of his cock and looks down at your core as he rubs the tip across your slick folds.

“You’re so wet already?” he teases softly, and all you can do is whimper desperately, bucking your hips against him. He chuckles, but doesn’t tease you any further. He slides into you easily, groaning in your ear as he bottoms out, feeling you welcome him so nicely.

He gives you a second before he starts to move quickly, knowing that pretty soon, you’d be late for work, and he knows Buck would never let either of them live it down if they both show up late to work looking fucked out.

You grip onto his shoulders as he begins to move, letting out soft moans and whines as you look up at him.

“Thought you stood me up.” you speak after a minute, unsure why you felt the need to tell him right now. His eyes soften at your words, and he brings a hand up to your cheek, running his fingers across it and down your neck.

“Mi amor, I would never, ever, do that. Not to you. Not on purpose.” he tells you seriously, shaky breaths escaping his lips as he tries to divide his attention between your words and how you feel wrapped around him so perfectly.

“Apparently not.” you tease softly, but your soft giggle is cut short when his hand leaves your neck and begins to circle your clit with two fingers. You inhale a sharp breath, which is then cut off by a moan. You reach up and grab his face, pulling his mouth down to meet yours in a passionate kiss. He welcomes it, kissing you with ferver, slipping his tongue past your lips and exploring your mouth.

“God, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he groans against your lips, feeling you start to clench around him. His fingers are still drawing steady circles around your clit, and he knows you’re getting close, and so is he.

“Not as long as me, probably.” you joke softly once he pulls away, watching his face as he looks down to how gorgeously you take him.

“I doubt that. You feel so good, baby. So perfect for me.” he murmurs, moaning into your ear as his thrusts become sloppy. Your nails dig into his back as you feel yourself clenching around him, your high quickly approaching.

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?” he purrs, keeping up his pace as he feels himself twitch inside of you. He lets out a breathy laugh as you nod desperately, teetering on the edge. “Come for me, mi amor. I’m right behind you.”

After a few more thrusts, you cum with a loud moan, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut while Eddie’s name falls from your lips. Eddie comes almost immediately, thick ropes of cum filling you up.

He slows to a stop, breathing heavily with his head in the crook of your neck. He presses a couple sloppy kisses to your neck before he pulls out, groaning at the sight of your mixed releases dripping down your thighs and onto his sheets.

“You wanna shower before we have to go to work? I think we’ve got time.” he asks in a smug tone. He gives you one more kiss on the lips before he stands up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Would’ve had more time if you didn’t stand me up.” you tease, grabbing his hand and letting him pull you up. You can’t believe this is happening. You’ve always had feelings for Eddie, but you never thought they would be reciprocated, despite all the times you’ve caught him staring.

“You’re a brat.” he tells you, smacking your ass playfully as he follows you into the bathroom.

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[adoresia]

✦˚₊ TRUST ME I GOT NOTHING FOR YOU OTHER THAN LOVE…

Pairing : E42 Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Miles finds it hard to open up to you about whats going on in his life, after a little persuading he finally tells you about whats bothering him so much.

Sierra speaks : FIRST OF ALL… thank you guys so much for all the love on my last fic it means so much to me🫶🏾🥹 it took so long for me to build up the courage to start posting… Here is another fic i had in my notes to make you guys happy! I litterally have a bunch of fics and fic ideas stored for myself and now..im sharing them with you!🥳 enjoy!! also this is a little longer than i had planned…

Warnings ❕: Miles almost crying 🥹, rubbish spanish, heavly suggestive (oops), kissing, cussing, teasing???.

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YALL BETTER LISTEN TO THE SONGS I PAIR WITH THESE FICS ISTG.

You leaned on the railing on your balcony, eyes fixated on Miles’s tall figure walking back and forth outside your apartment complex.

It was well pass midnight and the street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkness of your Brooklyn neighbourhood.

He was by himself smoking a blunt. He knew you hated when he smoked so he attempted to keep it from you, however this time he couldn’t really hold himself back.

Life was dragging him through the dirt right now, with the passing of his father and the pressure of being prowler on his back, you could almost mistake Miles for being mute. A part of his life had been ripped away.

And you couldn’t blame him.

It was a struggle for him to open up to you, and despite being together for almost a year, he still struggled to talk to you, to fully open up to you. And even though you welcomed him into your life with open arms, he still did not feel complete. Nothing could replace what he had lost.

Before Miles had found himself outside the both of you were cuddling. With Miles laid between both of your legs, his head rested on your chest while you massaged his scalp with your nails.

Since his arrival he had not uttered a word to you apart from :

“hey baby, ima just stay here from a bit if thats okay.”

He hugged you tight, even tighter than ever before. You could tell something was up, but you let him go at his own pace, weather he wanted to tell you about it or not he knew you would always be there for him.

So here you both lay in silence on your bed, your sheets draped over the both of you. It was like that for an hour. Miles fiddling with the hem of your bra staring at your desk chair.

He blinked like 20 times in the last hour, you could tell he was lost in his thoughts. He looked so over it, and it pained you that there was nothing you could do to help him liven up a little. You kept assuring yourself that it would be temporary. Seeing Miles sad made you sad.

But as the minuted went by Miles stay lost in his sunken thoughts. You couldn’t bare watch him in this state for any longer, even if it meant you had to push him a little.

“What’s wrong hermoso? i’ve never seen you so…down.”

“Nada, Mami. just... thinking.”

“About what papa? sabes que puedes decirme cualquier cosa.”

Miles responded with a hum, not bothering to open his mouth again as it was smushed against your cleavage. The familiar sound of silence re-entered the room, theres nothing else you could say.

“Ima go outside for a bit baby, ill be back.”

He lifted himself off of you so suddenly, sliding on his shoes and giving you a peck on the top of your head without even giving you time to process.

“Where are you going? do you want me to come with-“

“No. I’ll only be a few seconds chiquita.”

“but.”

There were no ‘buts’ he had already shut your door before you could bombard him with questions. Instead your mind filled with them.

Did you push him away? Did you ask too much? say, too much?

Thats how you found yourself staring down at him in the middle of the night, worried. His puffer jacket stay thrown on your desk chair, he had not even thought about bringing it with him, knowing it was quite cold outside. Was he really that desperate to leave? to leave you?

You took a deep breath and decided it was about time you went down for him. You picked up your hoodie, or rather his hoodie; one you stole from him when you went over to his place, sliding into it like a huge blanket.

You put on your slides and grabbed his puffer jacket. Leaving your phone behind.

Pressing on the exit button of your apartment complex you stepped outside. Making sure to put a block on the door so it wouldn’t close, trapping you outside.

You walked towards him almost tip toeing so he couldn’t hear you. You came to a stop behind him watching the smoke blow away with the wind while he brought his arm down beside him, blunt in hand.

“I know your there ma.”

“…”

he laughed looking over his shoulder, you smiled handing him his puffer.

“Its so cold out here even this hoodie isn’t doing me justice, put your jacket on Milo.”

He took his jacket from your hands holding it to his side, seemingly unfazed by your words and the cold.

“Not as an accessory, miles. Put it on. Please.”

“You’re shivering ma, you look like you need it more than i do.”

And instead he places each of the arm holes over your shoulder. You gave up, there was no point in convincing him, and anyways you were still cold even with his giant hoodie on. Goosebumps laddered on your thighs because of your extra short- shorts.

“Hand me the blunt at least. You know i don’t like when you smoke.”

You held your hand out so he could replace the cold air blowing over your palm with the wrapped blunt.

“Yeah im sorry. I’ll try to stop.”

“Sorry doesn’t mean anything if your not gonna change.”

“I know ma. I promise I’ll try.”

“Good.” You stood in-front of him, squinting your eyes.

“Where yo glasses?”

“Inside.”

“Why didn’t you bring them?”

“Because i wasn’t thinking about that at the time. Which actually beings me to why i’m here. I’m worried about you, Miles. You won’t talk to me and if you let these feelings bottle up inside you it won’t…end well.”

“What your gonna break up with me if i dont talk?”

“No… i meant-“

“Then i don’t need to talk. As long as i have you with me theres no need to worry.”

Silence filled the atmosphere between you two again. Miles could sense your disappointment. He let a moment go by watching you huff as you gave up trying to figure out whats wrong with him. You started to make your way back to your apartment before he stopped you with his words.

“Its Ma.”

You spun yourself around to face his back.

“mhmmm.” you signalled for him to continue, walking towards him.

“I aint never seen her this down since dad passed. Her job is taking every single ounce of energy and happiness out of her, she leaves at like 6 in the morning to come home at God knows what time during the night and falls asleep on the couch. She doesn’t have time to even get anything to eat before she has to get up again the next morning to go to work. I can count on my fingers the amount of words she’s said to me this whole week. And last night…”

He came to an abrupt stop, bringing his pointer finger and thumb up to the inner part of his eyes trying to stop himself from crying in front of you.

He let his bottom lip fall letting out a sigh.

“Its okay Milo, you don’t have to finish the rest if you don’t want to. It’s just you and me bonito you can cry, déjalo salir.”

Still with your reassurance he refused to let you see him in this state, but was unable to control the single tear that threatened to drop.

You wiped both his eyes with the pads of your thumb until there was no tears left on his face or his waterline.

“Milo, you don’t have to act all big nd tuff around me. Everyone cries yknow?” you looked up at him while wrapping your arms around him.

“You are so good to me mi amor, ion deserve you.”

“Corny. But i know.” you smiled closing your eyes in his embrace.

he laughed breathily before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

He held your hand turning his head signaling for you both to go back inside.

“It’s low-key getting a bit cold now. I think the only thing keeping me warm was that weed.”

He looked at the now smushed up ball what remained from his blunt. Before eyeing you up and down.

“Cmon lets go, not even these two layers are keeping me warm.”

You pulled on his arm directing him back inside the apartment complex.

Once you got to your door you scrambled everywhere for your keys. Your short pockets, Jacket pockets, hoodie pockets, shit you even checked your afro. Before you thought back to when you grabbed Miles’s jacket and left the room while your keys sat still on your desk.

“Fuck. were locked out.”

“You for real?”

“Nah im just pretending i left the keys inside so we can stay out here in the cold.” you rolled your eyes, thinking maybe that wouldn’t he a bad idea as long as you were with Miles.

He leaned against the wall next to your apartment door pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, the beat of his heart ringing in your ears.

His lips hovered over your head before placing gentle kisses on your scalp.

“How many kisses are you gonna give me Milo.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No..” You smiled to yourself.

“Then stop complaining.”

Lifting his hand from your waist Miles cupped your chin lifting it up so that your eyes would lay on his. His pupil fell to your lips and then back to your eyes. You knew what was up.

“No.”

“Fuck you mean ‘No’.”

Miles mimicked you while you laughed at him, he looked at you unamused.

“Im joking Milo, kiss me.”

“No.”

“FUCK YOU MEAN NO?”

Now it was Miles’s turn to laugh, although you didn’t find it funny a smile still crept up on your face as you narrowed your eyes at him and pondered.

His laugh reminded you of him 2 years ago, when he had a softer personality, happily striding to you or anyone around him with a proud smile on his face, you missed it. And you know he did too.

You stood up still leaning on him but on the tip of your toes. You wrapped your hand around his nape and pulled him in for a well anticipated kiss.

Your lips locked with his, coming together like a jigsaw puzzle. For a moment you envisioned kissing Miles for the first time a year ago, how he didn’t see you coming when you pecked him on the lips. And how he pulled you back kissing you desperately with deep desire.

You lifted up your other arm and wrapped it around his neck while you played with the tip of his braids. Miles wondered his hands down from underneath your shirt to just under your ass. His fingers pushed gently against your skin shooting tingles throughout your body.

At this point your knees were getting weak as your head swayed against his, your mind went into a haze as the heat from the kiss sent you into a bliss. You felt Miles tug on your bottom lip granting himself access to your mouth.

Both your heads sped up the pace bobbing over eachother in sync, Miles feeling insatiable lifted you up to sit on his hips as he turned you both around. You now leaned back on the wall while he rubbed the bottom of your thighs still insatiably kissing you.

Your eyebrows furrowed with pleasure until he pulled away, you both stared into eachothers narrowed eyes breathing heavily.

“Fuck if we were inside right now, the things i’d do to you mami.”

“Break down the door if your that desperate.”

His head fell into your chest as he chuckled. You laid your head on top of his for a while before he let you down.

You both sat outside your apartment door, you on top of miles in a fetal position. Your coat draped over the two of you (barley) as he stroked your forehead with his thumb.

“Te quiero mucho ma, hasta la luna y de regreso.”

He whispered before placing another kiss on your forehead.

“hmm? whatchu say Milo?”

“Nada mami, cierra tus ojos.”

Extrs :

— Yeah your keys were inside, but so were your parents😭 so when your mom opened the door that morning to head of to work the both of you lay there snoring, with your arms wrapped around eachother.

— When you took Miles’s blunt you tried a little yourself 🤫

“Ma.. what are you-”

*heavy coughing*

“so im not allowed but you are-?”

“sh. i was just seeing what the hype was all about *cough* I-I feel like im dying”

Miles just laughs at you.

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[myeuphoricmindset]

2 minutes

Paring | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary | It takes two minutes for popcorn to pop and as the seconds pass on the microwave it is a reminder that Eddie needs to make a move.

Warnings/Tags | Major fluff and angst that may or may not end with some good old fashioned making out.

Word count | 942

•

Two minutes. That’s all it took and maybe that’s all he needed. As his finger pressed down on the button, it felt like he started a countdown that pulsed inside his chest. Only the hum of the microwave filled the silence between you two.

Time was already slipping away. The moment is soon to pass.

1:43

1:42

1:41

This started as a typical Saturday night with you. A movie set to pause, light smoke in the air from his lips, popcorn in the microwave, and your laughter filling the kitchen walls. Except it’s not a typical night because your gaze lingers on him in the silence and his voice betrays him as he whispers, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

1:19

1:18

1:17

It comes out lazily as if the words fell off his lips after hanging there for so long. It’s almost a whisper and for a moment he thinks he might get away with you not noticing, but then you surprise him by stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his body. His lower back gently hits the kitchen countertop as he stumbles back. He can’t help but freeze in time. Did you need to hear that as much as he needed your hug?

1:00

59

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Is he breathing? He doesn’t know. Eddie can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He doesn’t need to close his eyes to pinpoint every part of him that you touch. He can map it out in his mind perfectly. His head drops to the side, resting on yours, as his arms wrap tightly around you. Scared you will let go before he can get the chance to enjoy this. He can’t help but inhale softly, taking in your scent. There is nothing more that he wants than for you to invade all five of his senses. Touch him, hear him, smell him, see him, and taste him.

You both stand here as time slips away. Because once that microwave goes off it’s going to snap you both back to reality. He’s not ready for that. He wants to sit in-between space and time with you forever. Without truly thinking he brings his hand to the nape of your neck and gently brushes his fingers down your spine. He wants to trace your body for memory, tucking it away in his mind for later when he’s daydreaming and he makes out your shape in the patterns of his ceiling. The fabric of your shirt bunches up as his movement continues and as his hand moves down your back again his fingertips brush the skin of your lower back. They linger there, unable to move.

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Eddie’s hand expands over the small of your back as if his fingers weren’t enough on your skin. He notices the hitch in your breath and he can’t help but smile. Are you smiling? He wants to pull away and look at you, but he is too scared to let you go. Too scared to feel the absence of your embrace. With that thought he presses on your back gently, moving you closer to him. He can feel your chest moving up and down quickly and he makes small circles on your skin in hopes to calm you.

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“Eddie,”

His name rolls off your lips and it sounds like someone calling him from inside a dream state. Your bodies stay pressed together even when he pulls his head back slightly to look at you. His eyes meet yours and he can tell words are failing you. Your cheeks turn red and your head drops. He lifts your chin with a gentle touch and says in a low soft voice “Don’t,”

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Eddie’s eyes drop to your lips and then back at your gaze. His heart is beating faster and he wonders if you notice. The sound of the popcorn popping almost feels like it’s in his chest. His name slips from your lips once more and it sounds like a plea. There is no hesitation as Eddie answers your request by kissing you.

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It’s soft at first, gentle. But he is holding back. He can feel the countdown coming to an end. Your grip around his body tightens and his hand on your lower back moves up underneath your shirt. His tongue brushes over your lower lip, asking for entrance and you allow it.

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You’re both clinging onto this moment and each other. Breathing is heavy and touches are rough, grasping on for all that you have left. Your hands are in his curls and his hand drops down your thigh to the soft underside of your knee, bringing your leg up around him. A moan escapes from you as he flips you around to where your back is against the countertop and he’s pining you to it.

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1

The loud beeping of the microwave has Eddie stumbling back and out of breath. His hand rubs the back of his neck as he stares at the small word that reads end. What a stupid word. Why didn’t the manufacturer use the word “ready” or “done”? Eddie shakes off the thoughts because he knows it’s just a distraction from what he’s desperately missing right now. He looks over at you and notices your slightly swollen lips and the way your chest rises and falls. He suddenly feels so cold being so far away from you.

Eddie opens the cabinet and pulls out another bag of popcorn from the box. He looks at you and smiles, “I think we need two bags. I’m not very good at sharing.”

And the countdown begins again.

Masterlist

[kopilot-pop]

[New Jeans x Oldest Member! Reader] - #1

-imagine.

Summary: You’re the oldest member in NJ. With that title comes alot of responsibilities, from being the support beam for your (not so official) leader to protecting your maknae from rude interviewers. (This is just a bunch of moments of a very protective/warm Y/n.)

Warnings: sickness, fighting(?), protectiveness, cursing, rude people, etc.

A/N: Hey, it’s been a while. So sorry for disappearing for like… 20 days..? I’m back with another NJ fic because alot of people liked the bodyguard one haha. It’s mostly platonic love from Y/n btw. Oh, and lil background info; Y/n's is a 03(a year older than Hanni/Minji) and used to be a dancer before being casted by Hybe.

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#1

“What do you mean she has to come?!”

‘Oh god..’

Minji is furious to say the least.

You’re currently holding a sick Haerin in your arms, rocking her back and forth. The poor girl has been feeling off for a few days at this point and on the day of an important performance, her fever had become unbearable.

Last night, Minji woke up to Haerin crying in pain and woke you up in a panic. Since then, 3 hours has passed and the girl’s fever doesn’t seem to want to go down. Minji quickly went to call the manager to adjust the schedule while you decided to keep watch on Haerin.

“She can’t even stand straight oppa! You seriously can’t expect her to-”

“Listen Minji. This is an important schedule and the producers aren’t gonna be happy if the whole team doesn’t show up. As much as I want to help, it’s just not possible!”

“Ugh!”

Due to all the yelling, the younger girl stirred awake. She stayed quiet, but it was clear to you that she was listening to the conversation.

“Unnie-”

“No. You’re not going to the festival.” You cut her off before she could say anything.

“I.. I can go..! It’s fi-” Haerin fell back into your arms in a coughing fit. After a stern look from you, she finally sighed and snuggled into your chest. Soon after Minji came in - grumbling in frustration.

“I can’t believe him! He-“

“Hey, sweetie, calm down first.” You put Haerin back down on her bed, tucking her in.

“How do you expect me to be calm?! They’re forcing Haerin to perform in this condition! To make things worse, the performance is in the morning, the weather forecast even says it could rain, and, and-” Haerin sat up in the bed, covering herself in the thick blankets. Her wide eyes looked back and forward you and Minji worriedly.

“WOAH, woah, Min, you need to calm down. You’re stressing out Haerin here.”

“Speaking of Haerin- you! Why would you hide the fact that you were sick?! If you told us sooner we could’ve-”

“Kim Minji.”

The moment you saw Haerin’s eyes become watery you decided to shut everything down. Minji, realising her mistake, immediately stopped talking and looked away. You decided to grab her arm and pull her out of the room to talk.

After a few moments of silence, she decided to talk.

“Unnie… I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to be sorry to me. Minji. I know you’re stressed out from all the schedules and practices, and I understand you’re just worried for Haerin. However, that doesn’t mean you can let your frustrations out onto your members.”

“…”

“I know you’re just trying your best and I really appreciate it, but you need to calm down.”

“I just… I’m just worried….” The shorter girl slowly came up to you. You hold her in a tight hug as she sobs quietly into your shoulder.

“Hey, I know, it’s gonna be okay. I’ll give the producers a call, okay? Go get some sleep with Haerin.”

“Mmph..” You wipe away her tears with your sleeve and give her a smile. Minji decides to give you a final hug and go back to her shared room with Haerin.

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#2

“Nope.”

“Y/N!!”

You’re currently in a tiny meeting with the producer of a well known music show. Since you’ve been in the entertainment business for a while, you recognized alot of their faces - including the fuming man you’ve been arguing with for about 20 minutes now.

“Hyein’s 15. I’m not letting you put her in that and that’s final.”

“It’s just a damn skirt-”

“Nope.”

“The fans would want-”

“Nope.”

“We’ve had other idols-“

“Nope.”

“For gods sake! This isn’t about you! The stylists already prepared everything and we aren’t going to change things just because YOU think ‘the skirt’s too short’.”

This whole debacle started with a slight comment from Hyein. She’s preparing for a solo special stage on Music Bank, and you decided to tag along for support..

(1 Hour Ago)

“Hey! You really came!!”

Hyein - in her tall glory - came running towards you, capturing you in a tight hug.

“Oof- Hey bub, good to see you too.”

You give her a slight pat on her head, holding her tightly to your body.

“Hehe, oh-! Have you seen my makeup for today?! It’s really pretty, with jewels, and…”

You watched as the younger girl went on and on about her excitement. It was her first ever stage alone, and you knew the amount of practice and effort she put on just for this moment.

“- and, and the jacket! It’s pink and so cute! Everything’s amazing - well, there is the skirt - but the dancers are just amazing!!”

“Whoah- what? What about the skirt?”

(1 Hour Later)

So you’re now in the waiting room, arguing, while Hyein is practicing in a different room with dancers.

You are extremely protective over your members, and everybody in the building probably knew that. A video of you almost physically fighting with a rude staff (that decided it was okay to threaten Hanni) went viral in the past, so the staffs were looking between you and the producer nervously.

It didn’t help that your face was gradually becoming more sour as the man went on about ‘pleasing the crowd’.

“What do you mean this isn’t about me? That’s your excuse? Hyein’s my teammate, she’s our maknae, and you’re trying to put her in and outfit she’s clearly uncomfortable in - for what? To appeal to disgusting perverts sitting in the crowd just waiting for a wardrobe malfunction?!”

“Of course n-”

“Listen. I’m not telling you to completely change everything in the crowd, all I’m telling you, is to let our stylist change the skirt to the pants she already prepared just in case. I genuinely don't see a single problem with that."

"I-.."

"Unless you're one of the 'perverts in the crowd'."

"How dare y-!"

"I'll take that as a no."

You quickly pushed past the fumbling man - bowing to the stressed staff members - and let out a deep sigh to calm yourself.

You promised to help Hyein rehearse after all.

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#3

There is no doubt in your mind that Danielle is one of the sweetest human beings in the world - and you hate it.

Not that you hate Danielle, god no, it's just that you absolutely hate the people around her that try to take advantage of her sweet personality.

Thankfully, she has scary dog privileges (you).

"Um...haha.. really...?"

You were getting drinks for the group at the vending machine when you faintly heard the younger girls voice from the hallway. In your mind she was supposed to be with the makeup artist, so why was she here?

"Yes! I really, really like you Danielle!"

You dropped the drinks in your hands and sped to where the conversation was.

Near the bathroom you could see Dani gripping onto your jacket(she was cold), nervously smiling at another idol practically cornering her and... confessing his love..?

"I took a long time trying to build up the courage to ask you.. and I was hoping that maybe we could go on a date some time?"

"I'm really flattered... but.. um.."

You could tell she was uncomfortable. She was stuttering, trying her best to form a refusal, but you knew your Dani hated saying no - especially when she knew the other person would be heartbroken by it.

You hesitated choosing between stepping in and just watching until either Dani says something or the boy leaves, but that was all thrown out the window when he decided to grab her before she could back away.

"Hey."

The young boy visibly froze up at your deep voice.

He was tall for his age, but still alot shorter than you. He nervously turned around and the moment he saw your face he could tell you were not happy.

"Oh! Um hello su-"

"We need to prepare for the stage Dani. Come on."

You lightly slapped his arm way and pulled her into yours, quickly making your way to your group's waiting room.

As soon as the door shut, you were finally able to check on her.

"You okay? He didn't do anything did he?"

"I'm fine unnie! Thank you so much.. I just didn't know how to tell him I wasn't looking to date anyone... He's one of my new friends, and I didn't really want to lose him, and I didn't want him to feel bad - oh no! I just left him there! Oh, maybe I should go back-" The younger girl started to ramble her worries, making you slightly panic.

"Hey! It's okay! He's gonna be fine.. And Dani! You can't always say y-........ nevermind.." You sighed.

You definitely hate how her puppy eyes make you weak, too.

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#4

It's a casual day off at the New Jeans house.

Just like any other break day, you decided to take a long nap on the couch. Quiet, peaceful, and not a single soul wanting to bother y-

"Nevermind..." You sighed.

That thought was shattered into pieces when you woke up on the couch with Hanni on top of you.

You have a warm body in general and all the girls usually used you like a heater whenever they were cold, huddling into you like baby penguins surrounding their mother.

That included cuddling into your arms whenever they caught you taking a nap on the couch.

So when you stirred awake, you weren't surprised to find Hanni (Y/n Heater's #1 fan) lying on top of you, spread like a flying squirrel.

'Ah, who cares.'

You decided to just go back to sleep, right hand holding the younger steady just in case she falls like last time.

-

You woke back up abut 30 minutes later to find that your chest has gotten heavier.

You tiredly opened one eye to see that another body - Hyein - has been added to your napping form. You were honestly used to this by now, and decided go back to sleep - already expecting at least one more addition to the pile when you wake back up.

-

"Unnie..."

'There it is.'

20 minutes later, you woke back up to the sound of a soft voice calling for you.

You lazily opened your eyes to see Danielle standing next to you awkwardly.

"Hmm? Need somethin' sunshine?"

"...Can I join..?"

You stared at her in disbelief before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah sure, might be a tight squeeze though- oof!"

The moment you approved she rammed into your side, squeezing next to Hanni. She was slightly hanging off the edge, so in a second you held on tight to her arms - just in case.

You let out content sigh while falling back asleep.

-

It was 4 hours after you started you nap when you awoke for the 4th time.

You opened your eyes to see two lumps on the floor next to the couch. Minji was awake, watching the TV on a low volume, while Haerin was lying on the floor with her head in Minji's lap - lightly snoring.

"She's practically purring, huh?"

Minji - slightly jumped by your voice - let out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah, she seemed tired."

"Hmm... aren't you?"

"I just enjoy seeing you guys like this."

"This? This is basically going to the gym. Have you ever carried 3 bodies on your chest?"

She let out a giggle.

"No, but what I meant is that I enjoy seeing you guys happy like this."

"Hah."

"Don't laugh! I mean it."

She lightly leaned back for her head to rest on your shoulder.

"It's peaceful. And I love it."

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Love y'all <3

[snoopyana]

one night.

the sequel.

“can i be with you just one night? i can wear you out inside.”

in which you meet eunseok at a basketball game, after your boyfriend, wonbin, left you alone during a heated argument— and eunseok swoops in to temporarily take his spot.

song eunseok. smut. darkish? eunseok drops his whole “i care for you” facade and blames you for the whole situation in the end.

everyone knew what was going on behind the bleachers. it wasn’t necessarily a private place to argue. definitely not to argue about you eyeing his teammates a bit too long for wonbins liking. you had no ill intention behind your gaze, but he thought otherwise. his voice gradually rising in volume when you denied having any interest in any of the other guys. it was almost as if he wanted to say you had a thing for his members.

“oh my god, what’s your problem??” you cut the man off mid-sentence. the bickering had gone on for so long that his members would peek their heads in to make sure anything was alright. “my problem? my problem is how you were basically glazing them with your eyes.” that was far from the truth, and he knew it. wonbin only said that once he finally saw the other men listening in.

“are you SERIOUS right now? you ASKED me to come and watch you guys practice and that’s what i’m doing. do you expect me to only look you? god forbid i’m not an airhead all the time and actually act interested in what’s happening around me??” wonbin stared at you dumbfounded. his eyes blown, fist clenched. “i’m done.” walking past his teammates, he snatched up his duffel bag before storming out the gym.

rubbing your temple, you finally let go of your emotions. eyes stinging as the argument looped in your mind. “oh my fucking god.” slipped past your lips as you made your way from underneath the bleachers. quickly being were surrounded by the rest of his team and bombarded with “are you okay?” which only tipped you over the edge. going from a small stream running down your cheeks to full crocodile tears.

their words quickly turning into hesitant hugs as you broke down in the middle of the court. eunseok lead you over back to the bleachers, this time to sit down and most importantly — calm down. the others stood in a semicircle around you two. you face falling into the palms of your hands as you continued your small emotional crisis. silence followed as eunseok rubbed your back, the others standing there simply for emotional relief. looking at their phones, sungchan was the first to speak up.

“hey, we gotta get going. but if you ever need anything, i’m pretty sure we’d all be willing to help. right? just call or text.” his sentence was followed by a bunch of “mhms” and head nods. stepping over to your side, sungchan ruffled your hair before walking to pick up his stuff. signaling for the rest to follow. “you coming eunseok?” anton turned back to you two, realizing eunseok was still seated. “no, she still needs a way to get home, wonbin had driven them here and clearly he left already.”

nodding his head, anton waved goodbye to his friend, giving you another glance before letting the door close behind him. the buzz from the overhead lights and your sniffles echoed through the open area. he continued to draw circles on your back until light cries and sniffles turned into light breathing. searching his pockets, eunseok pulled out his phone. ‘8:46PM’ stared back at him. it had been close to an hour since wonbin stormed out, and 20 minutes since the boys left.

as he looked at his screen, he could feel your body shift. finally lifting your head up from your hands — glancing over, eunseok put his phone down to move small pieces of hair that stuck to your face. wiping your cheeks with the back of his hand as well. “you alright now? i can take you home or we can just sit a little longer.” moving his hand from your back to your shoulder. “i don’t wanna,” you spoke in between sniff ,” see him right now.” it had completely slipped his mind, you two lived together. “oh yeah, sorry. i can just drive you around if you want.”

giving him a quick nod, eunseok helped you to your feet — slipping his hand around your waist as he led you out the building and into the parking lot. opening the passenger door for you, he made sure you were situated before going to his respective seat. starting the vehicle, the first part of the drive was filled with silence and eunseok making random turns as you stared out the window.

“so,” he finally decided to break the silence after nearly 10 minutes, “what happened back there?” coming to a stop, the red from the light illuminated your face. “he was being fucking stupid. saying i was ‘checking you guys out’ when i was just watching.” huffing, you let your head fall back onto the seat. “like does he not trust me around other dudes or something? but if i started to act like that when he’s around women i’d be in the wrong!” crossing your arms under your chest as you thought about the whole situation. tears threatening to roll down your face for the second time tonight. “hey its okay, calm down.” reaching over, he rubbed your leg — thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“god. i swear he just wants me to cheat or something.” looking ahead, you took notice to eunseoks’ now still hand. eyes darting over to him, his eyes were glued to the road. “what’s stopping you?” the question caught you by surprise. “because i..”

you wanna say love him. don’t you?

eunseok pulled into a vacant lot. “because you what? you love him?” he was now facing you, waiting for a response. eunseoks hand lingering on your thigh. you sat in silence.

spit it out. you don’t. at least not right now.

“no. i.. i don’t.” humming in response, eunseok leaned over the center console. lips ghosting yours. he stayed like that in silence, his eyes glued to your lips. you were quick to close the distance. lips colliding with his.

when was the last time you felt this way? this desperate. how would wonbin feel if he saw you right now?

eunseoks hands found their way your neck, pushing you closer into him. his lips curling into a smile when you whined. pulling away, a quiet snicker slipped from his lips as you caught your breath. eyes blown and lips already puffy. “get in the back.” opening the car door, eunseok walked to the back while you quickly crawled through the center. once he was seated, he tapped his lap — which you eagerly sat down in. thighs on the sides of his while his arms stretched over your waist.

it’s not too late to stop you know.

pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, his lips found their way back to yours. feeling a little more relaxed, arms wrapping around his neck. a few minutes passed before the sound of your phone buzzing snapped you out of your trance. reaching for your purse, eunseok started to grind his hips into yours.

it’s him, isn’t it?

guilt started to kick in, this is cheating. “he’s asking where i am..” looking at eunseok, your eyes quickly started to gloss over. “tell him you went to a friends house. he doesn’t need to know you’re with me.” there was hesitation in your eyes, but you did as he said. throwing your phone to the side, his lips found yours again. a slight tremble in your touch while your hands snaked through his hair, and he noticed. his hand slipped under your shirt, massaging the skin — while his other cupped your cheeks.

it felt so intimate. would wonbin do this? did wonbin do this?

that feeling would quickly fade as eunseoks’ once gentle hands roughly pulled at your jeans. helping him, you tugged at the material, pushing it down until they laid on the car seat. pushing you to sit on his knees, the man pulled his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring up. “come on, we gotta make it quick.”

he seemed so much pushier now, what happened?

shuffling up to his lap once more, eunseok spits in his palm. giving his cock a few pumps before tapping onto your thighs — causing your body to automatically hover over his. lining himself up, the male pushed you down onto his hard-on. the stretch being even more intense from the lack of prep.

seems like he doesn’t care anymore.

he was now buried deep inside your cunt, giving you the bare minimum of time to adjust before snapping his hips into yours. eunseoks head resting in the nook of your neck — biting at the skin. “hey, no.. no marks.” but did he listen? of course not. biting harder as his pace increased. he didn’t even bother to talk to you. wasn’t this supposed to be distressing you? why aren’t you enjoying it as much now?

he was quick to finish, pulling out and jerking his way to his own climax. but you hadn’t reached yours. opening your mouth to speak, your words were cut off before they could even come out. “he’s outside, hurry up and get out so you can go home.” pushing your body onto the seat next to him, eunseok was quick to stuff himself back into his pants. opening the car door, wonbin stood just outside. eunseok slipped out, standing next to the other male. a small smile plastered on his lips — your lip gloss coating his face.

“this is your fault by the way. should have gone home.”

note- hii. i wanted to try and venture out of my comfort zone a little with my writing style AND themes. nothing too intense for now. i kinda liked writing this though. i will say it’s not one of my best works but hey, we live and we learn. if you guys enjoyed, please do tell me. i’d love to hear some feedback. also, can we tell i’m a little head-over-heels for car sex? like woah.

note 2- ALSO, took me less than 10 days to write another fic? are we proud of me guys? i feel like thats an accomplishment, im getting more confident in my craft.

[melodramaticatheart]

Lighten Up

Dean has a panic attack when Micheal suddenly appears out of the blue and distracts him from stressing thoughts.

Pairing: Dean Redding and Micheal Townsend

Word Count: 753

Book: The Naturals

Author's Note: the bromance guys!!! this was interesting to write since i rarely write from a guy's pov, especially in 1st person. anywho yeah i love my boys so writing about them and their dynamic was fun. had to cut some words cause it came down to just a bunch of yapping lol. also im kinda proud of this one!

taglist: @nqds, @reminiscentreader, @urbanflorals, @art-of-fools, @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep, @lxvebelle

The heat on my chest was brewing. I needed air. The doors stood at the end of the hall taunting me, so close yet so far away. I stumbled forward, getting closer to my goal. I finally made my way outside, breathing in the night. I took a moment to compose my shaking hands, counting as I stared at the moonlit pool. The panic in my chest only rose. I stood there, trying to make sense of how I’d let myself break. 

Again. 

Sterling was ordering Agent Locke to take me to visit my father for a new case, something about patterns. But every time I walked into that interrogation room, all I wanted was to shoot him in the head, his eyes on me. I’m not like him. I repeated the thought to myself until I half believed it.

“Y’know, I’ve never seen someone so pouty while staring at the moon.” My back straightens at the sound of Michael’s voice. “Fuck off, Townsend,” I grunt, not having the energy to deal with his bullshit. “Why the long face, Redding?” Michael teased, his grin seemed to have a presence of it’s own since I felt it before I saw it. He came to stand before me, two beers in hand and glinting eyes.

The tension between us was palpable; about a dozen arguments and unresolved fights helped make that. I stumbled forward, sitting on the familiar cobblestone steps, getting away from his figure.

“What do you want, Townsend?” I snapped, not bearing his company. My hands still trembled; the cool night breeze helped, but not enough.

Michael quietly came to sit beside me for a long moment before offering me a beer. “Thought you might need this.”

I stared at the bottle, temptation running on my tongue, before silently laughing. Only Townsend would offer the solution of drinking away my problem. “No? Ok, more for me I guess,” He says uncapping a beer and taking a chug. “Look man I know that Sterling has you going to see your dad again, it must suck ass I’m just trying to,” He lowered his voice to a whisper “Make sure you’re ok.” “What no way the Micheal Townsend cares about me?! This can’t be” I feigned sarcasm not caring to put a single inch of emotion into my words. “Shut up, I’m just doing it 'cause if you fall apart so do the girls and I don’t need to be taking care of three sad wimps.” I stare at him and take a beer out of his hand temptation winning over. 

“Y’know you shift your shoulder when you lie, Lia must be bored with how easy it is to figure you out.” 

“Shut up” He retorts with a snort,

A long silence seems to settle itself between us, leaving us to drink and drink. “I can handle it y’know” I take a moment before continuing, ignoring the sting in my eyes. “I don’t need you worrying about me, especially not Sloane or Lia,” I say with finality, not wanting them to worry about me, it was bad enough when Sterling looked at me like the same broken child I was so long ago, I didn’t need to see the worried glances from the girls every time I went out. “Can you? Handle it I mean?” He takes another swig from his beer before pointing to where I was standing just 20 minutes ago. “Cause from over there it looked like you were losing it.” 

I knew what he was saying was true and yet I couldn’t let myself admit it. “Every time I see him I feel so helpless. It’s like i’m back in that house” I cut myself off  taking a shuddering breath. “Don’t worry Redding, whether you like it or not you’re stuck with the lot of us, we’ll help you get though it and then when we go through our shit you’ll be there for us too.” I nod stiffly to his words knowing the truth behind them. “We’re a team, and if one of us breaks, well we can’t have that happening” The familiar word of Agent Locke sound through my head as Micheal stands up finishing up his beer. “Hey you notice how much calmer you are with my presence? It’s almost as if i’m a relaxing thought for you” He backtracks to the door his cocky grin back on his face. I give him my middle finger, happily confirming that no amount ‘heart to heart’ could change our relationship.

[aaakikoo]

RANDOM BAKUGOU KATSUKI SCENARIOS

1. WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM

It is a winter day in the middle of January. It was 19:30 and your boyfriend would be just now leaving his agency. Today is your first date with your boyfriend since almost two months. You two had been busy with lots of hero work. So today was a break for the two of you.

You wore a white puffer jacket, and white boots that were hidden under your baggy blue jeans, a thick white scarf and ear muffs on. Katsuki had texted you to meet him at an entrance of a park that was near his agency.

You had been caught up by making yourself look all cute for him, wore the golden necklace with ‘k’ on, gold hoops and bunch of rings. You even did your make up carefully. Conclusion, you left late, 19:45, when he had asked you to meet him by 20:00.

So you ran and ran on the way there, you arrived around five minutes late and waited for him at the entrance. You looked at the watch on your wrist to see that it ticked 20:15. Did he leave? You sat down and decided to wait a little more. 20:20..20:25 and then you were mad, you searched for your phone to see that it was gone. You felt your heart drop as you tried to find a possibility of where you had dropped it.

You probably dropped it while running all the way here. You looked at your watch to see that it now was 20:30. You felt tears in your eyes for some reason. As you got up to leave you heard your boyfriends voice. “Y/N!” He said as he ran towards you.

It was snowing now. “Y/n…sorry I was late.” He said as he was breathing heavily. “Katsuki!” You said angrily and hit his chest. “Do you know how long I waited??” You asked him angrily once again. “I’ve been here for 30 minutes! You made me run here and you end up being late!” You said as you started crying.

“I-I’m sorry, They kept me for extra long because of a meeting.” He said as he held your shoulders. “I’m sorry for making you cry.” He said as he smiled at you. “Cmon let’s go.” He once again said as he reached for your hand.

“Katsuki.” You said, as he bummed in reply. “I-I lost my phone..” you said as you looked at him. “You what? How?” He questioned in confusion. “It probably fell out of my jacket as I was running here.” You answered as you sort of yelled out the last part.

“I’ll track it don’t worry.” He said as he sat in the car. “What do you mean you’ll track my phone? Do you always track me?” Silence.

You found your phone after the date.

2. WHEN HE WINS IN CHESS

“Katsuki!! It’s not fair!” You said very very irritated. “Alright pack the chess set, I’m tired.” He said confidently. You almost felt humiliated by his words. “One more round! Please babe!” You begged him with eyes closed. “Alright I’ll teach you some tricks.” He said as he flashed a grin.

“See how this bishop moved? Move this pawn to block it.”

“See now you’ve created a battery, by moving the knight he’s protecting the queen.”

“Don’t take this pawn, if you take it, you’ll loose your rook.”

“No he doesn’t move diagonally only the bishop and queen can move diagonally.”

“See now it’s checkmate.”

“Thanks katsuki!” You thanked him as you smiled, you felt more confident now. “Can we play one last round? Please!!” You asked him and he knew he had to say yes to this. “Alright.”

He ended up checkmating himself on purpose to make you happy.

3. WHEN YOURE TOO NERVOUS TO MEET HIS PARENTS

Today you were meeting your boyfriends parents and you’ve been stressing the whole week. What should you wear? What perfume should you wear? What gift do you bring? What to do at all?

Katsuki tried to ease your nervousness by telling you that it isn’t deep, and it should be fine. It’s easy for him to say because these are his parents. They’ll always like their son, but you have to make them like you, or else, you don’t know if you and Bakugou can have a future.

“Y/n hurry!” Katsuki said as he walked inside your bedroom. “Wait idiot! I’m doing my hair.” You tried to brush him off a little. He ended up dragging you to the car.

Once the two of you at his family house you made multiple self notes.

DONT be yourself too much

Compliment Bakugou

Laugh at his dads joke

Compliment his moms cooking

Act lovey dovey

None of that ended up happening, because the second you walked in his mom showered you with compliments. His parents weren’t how you expected, but better than expected.

They were both super nice and you think you made an amazing impression on them both. They both teased you and Katsuki on certain topics, over all the visit went 10/10.

When you and Katsuki left and got into the car he said, “I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me now.”

[marsixm]

touch wood bc im always crashing and burning on shit like this but lately ive been somewhat remembering to keep up with a bunch of positive habits ive been trying to stick to for years.

ive noticeably been off my phone, my screen time is way down from last week, and the effects are def being felt. like all the shit where i was always feeling like i had no time, well, actually i do if im not spending a bunch of time distracted by twitter lmao

i know putting it down to one or even two things is too simple but i feel like a bunch of stuff has had a domino effect lately of positive changes adding up. i no longer am hosting people i didnt wanna host at my place, its not unbearably hot outside, im feeling way more secure in my relationships, im feeling confident due to noticeable skill improvements, and all those things are compounding each other and helping me maintain a lot of baseline stuff (mostly cleaning) which is then making me feel even better and able to do more of the stuff i often put off

4 example i finally made an appointment for my next tattoo, finally contacted my apt place about fixing my washer, am actually doing my skin care routine, actually clipping the dogs nails more (tho that ones mostly on him for fighting me lmao), im trying to ease my way back into reading too

a couple changes that are helping are, for one, i changed my morning routine up so i have like 20 minutes before making breakfast to start nursing my cup of coffee while i check my computer, respond to messages, and kinda mentally prep for the day, also instead of having either pure silence im trying to fill with picking out some other youtube video or being on my phone or whatever, im trying to just turn the tv on and let it play american dad (or whatever show ive already seen a million times) which i know sounds like it should be distracting but for me its not, and i really realized that recently that of course it would feel normal to just have the tv running thats literally how i grew up for my entire childhood and adolescence- im also giving myself my specific time for listening to music and time for listening to podcasts, and for podcast-esque yt vids, again everything towards having less mental hangups while trying to get other stuff done, AND im giving myself time to actually catch up on things like podcasts (im up to taz graduation now) which is also handy for not using data in my car, i actually set myself on a 5gb/month plan and this past month i had a whole gigabyte left over! + im amble to stick to the skin care routine better, for example, bc i realized just bc its a before bed skin care routine doesnt mean i have to do it RIGHT BEFORE bed, ie when im fucking sleepy and also dont want my face to feel weird & distracting. like i can do it a couple hours before, even, esp if im not going out. also this is either gonna sound silly or totally reasonable but ever since i got back into elden ring, the feeling its giving me of facing obstacles, getting defeated, but getting back up and trying harder and winning is like genuinely doing so many positive things for my self esteem and brain chemistry right now. also timers! i love timers! having an idea of how long something is taking me, or giving myself a predetermined block of time to do something, or just to nudge me to remind me what i was up to, super helpful

anyway im kinda going thru a transitional period rn bc im improving on a personal level a lot but my social life is kinda whacked out due to communication breakdowns and one of the key people moving states this week, but at the same time im also much more secure in my ability to socialize and bridge gaps and be there for people so its a very mixed bag but im trying to not just survive but thrive right now

[sterekchub]

Jock Derek decides to get into the competitive eating game. Starts a YouTube channel. Gets some fans, who suggest crazy eating challenges. Derek keeps pushing himself to fulfill all the ridiculous challenges, but his stomach is so stretched out that he’s hungry all the time. Starts gaining weight. Slowly, his eating challenges videos just become mukbangs as Derek goes from jock to exjock to chub…and eventually Derek starts showing off his growing belly as he goes from chub to just huge fatty.

"W-Welcome ...*BBBRRRpp*... to Eatin' ...*blurrrRPPP*... w-with ...*BRRRPPpp*... Derek

10 Viewers "Hey...I'm Derek. I twisted my ankle during practice so the Coach benched me for the semester and if I don't play, I don't get money towards my tuition. So umm....I'm not sure how this works but my friend makes money gaming on his channel so I thought maybe....I'd start reviewing local restaurants or campus food or something."

You turn off the chat, disinterested. There's enough bad food ASMR and mukbangers online, he's attractive, but nothing special. You have better things to do than watch him fumble his way to unwrapping a Chipotle takeout bag like it was something special.

50 Viewers You find yourself back on Derek's channel a week later. He still looks uncomfortable in front of a camera. His room isn't even set up to stream, a bunch of random lights behind him and his dinner clearly on the desk next to him, 2 liter of soda and some Pop-Tart boxes. You're about to click away when the otherwise dead-chat pings:

Try the 2L soda challenge!

Derek nods and brings the soda bottle up to his lips. "Easy," he brags, suddenly much more confident and you get the aura of a cocky, self-assured jock. He chugs the entire bottle down within 2 minutes, waving the empty bottle in front of the screen and letting out a long burp. "Done. Damn, I need some pizza after that..."

He goes back to sitting there in mostly awkward silence as he scrolls on his phone, clearly ordering food. You leave the stream again. 200 Viewers You can't help it - you check back into Derek's stream. He's gained more followers in the last few weeks since you saw him and you see the last few videos he's posted all see to have a theme - Eating Challenges with Derek.

Looks like he's been eating well. There's more softness to his jaw and cheeks and the sports T-shirt he's wearing looks stretched a little tight.

"Tonight I'm trying the milk chugging challenge - one gallon in one hour."

The chat is more active than usual.

Got Oreos to go with that?

Derek holds up 3 boxes "not going to get through all that milk without them."

Gotta love jocks who eat like they're still training

if he pukes, I'm leaving

Bet he's done this before

Derek finishes 2 boxes of oreos and the entire gallon of milk, ending the stream reclining in his chair looking satisfied, hands rubbing his milk-swollen gut.

500 Viewers Derek has become your new favorite streamer. You're not sure if he knows the chat is entirely full of feeders egging him on, but he clearly loves the attention and is willing to do almost anything for donations.

"Thank you to *feedemup72* for the donation, tonight's challenge is $100 at Taco Bell." He points at several bags sitting next to him. "Actually $108 because I got 3 sodas, hope you don't mind."

Only his top half is visible as his streams, but in the last few months he's developed a curve to his belly that presses into his computer desk.

damn he's gotten fat in a few months

ii hope he does the donut challenge next

Derek slows down when he's three quarters of the way through. He shoves the last bite of a burrito into his mouth and groans. "Don't think I can do this one." He's got rice spilled onto the front of his shirt, and a few inches of bare, furry belly are visible where his bloated stomach is pushing his shirt upwards.

You're feeling reckless and type into the chat '$20 if you can finish 3 more burritos." You can see the determination as he leans forward to grab another from the pile, like it's the winning point his team needs. "Uggh I might burst..."

1000 Viewers "I'm getting a little chunky," Derek laughs, standing up in front of his computer with both hands lifting up his pudgy middle. It's not only his middle that has gotten thicker. His jeans look painted on and his shirt is so tight you can see the lovehandles just starting to poke out over his jeans. "Hope the coach doesn't mind. Got my clear bill of health for my leg so practice starts again tomorrow." are you still going to stream? Sure the coach won't mind you waddling on the field? forget sports, fatboy, you were made to eat! "This might be my last one in a while, practice keeps me busy. But for my last challenge- I got a cake to celebrate!" It's just a plain cheesecake, but Derek looks at it like it's better than sex. The little groans of pleasure he makes when he takes a bite somehow feel dirtier than watching him devour the entire thing in under 45 minutes. 3,000 Viewers It's been almost 6 months since Derek's last stream and you've almost forgotten about his channel entirely when you see he's gone live again. His follower count has almost triple and the chat is swarming with excitement at his return. OMG finally he's got to be 300 by now has he said anything no he's been eating for almost an hour! Think he knows he's live? Are you okay? You can't take your eyes off the screen. Derek has Chinese takeout containers in front of the screen and is digging into them like he hasn't eaten for months. The arms on his gamer chair are no longer visible under hefty love handles and his belly is fully resting into his lap by several inches. Derek keeps eating, double chin wobbling with each fast-paced bite, until he finally stops to reach for a can of soda. He drains it in one go and then looks at the chat, still shoveling food in his mouth as he talks "c-coach ...*mnfgghhhulp*... kicked ...*mmnnch*... me ...*chew... o-off ...*nibble*... de ...*gnaw*... team." I'm sorry too fat for the team? Look at him- he's not running anywhere! He hasn't stop eating What a fucking pig You have to know, typing in the chat. "$50 if you tell us what you're weighing in at." You watch as Derek scans the chat and reads your message. He finally puts down the food and stands up to show himself off to he chat. "Three-twenty-seven." From the size of his hips and ass as he turns, you would have guessed closer to 350. He looks upset, pinching and grabbing at the excess blubber that's thickened him up everywhere, but when he sits back down and grabs another soda, he almost looks relieved. "So.. guess I'm back to streaming. Any suggestions for another *gulp* *swallow* food challenge? 5,000 Viewers Doesn't look like a jock anymore he's a fucking blimp any ideas how to blow him up more bet he'd eat straight lard if we paid him fuck look at that gut Did he really just fall asleep? bet he wakes up and starts eating again You're $500 poorer- but looking at the size of Derek, it seems like money well spent. In the last three months, you've paid Derek to do the ice cream gallon challenge, the milkshake challenge, the donuts-burger challenge, and the carbo-load challenge. And you were also to blame for the current stream. Tonight had proven too much even for his monstrous appetite and he had needed a break, too full to even speak, just sitting in front of the computer groaning and grunting and burping, rubbing his boulder of a belly until his overstuffed moans had turned into tree-splitting levels of snoring. The last quarter of his fifth footlong cheesesteak (With extra cheese and meat of course), fell out of a pudgy hand and onto the floor. Derek had weighed in at 398 last night, and you impatiently wait for him to wake up rounding out the scales at over 400lbs of blubber. 10,000 Viewers

This stream was a special one. Derek had tipped the scales at a whopping 500lbs, reluctantly heaving himself out of his bench-sized seat to show off for the chat just where all of those pounds had piled on to. Face swollen with fat, his jawline completely obscured by chins and a tire-sized neck. Thighs wider than his former waist, and of course, the unmistakable belly which was not so round and lard-filled it rested on his knees when he was sitting. "Finally hit a follower milestone," Derek wheezed proudly, wiping sweat off his forehead from the exertion of just standing for several minutes and then collapsing back down into his seat. It creaked ominously. On instinct, you check his Amazon wishlist. Candy, funnel, XXXXXXXXL shorts, more candy, bariatric scale...huh. No bench. Guess he thought the one hw as currently straining was going to last longer than it sounded like. "So someone sponsored to me to eat a hundred-thousand calories, one for each follower!" You thought you misheard. 100,000? That can't possible be right. And Derek was popular sure, but with a niche group. You double-check and his follower count was sitting at 10,002. Confused, you check the chat. did he say 100,000!!? looking and thinking like a pig no one said jocks were smart That's going to take days think he'll realize? too late to back out, he took the money That's like 30 pounds of calories. No way is he going to do it! Derek was reading the chat and checking his phone in confusion. "I did...misread a bit there." Do it eat it 100,000 blimp he's gonna pop come on fatty, EAT EAT EAT! Derek still looks confused, but puts his phone away and smacks a hand to his belly. "I can handle it. Better start now..." You can't watch the entire stream, having to pull yourself away at some point to go to bed and go to work. You haven't missed much - Derek sits at his computer, struggling to his feet every few hours to get his latest food delivery he doesn't bother to turn off the livestream and everyone gets' a perfect view of Derek's swinging, wobbling obese frame as he slowly shuffles in and out of view. Even at night, he waddles out of view to go to bed but leaves the stream running, his snores rattling around the empty room and the only view the staggering amount of fast food containers thrown haphazardly everywhere. Think he'll reach 600? he's too fat to stop now he should eat like this all the time It takes Derek 2 days to eat it all. Even for someone used to all the eating challenges, Derek was eating with a frenzy and a determination you'd never seen. The chat kept his calorie counter for him, and he was absolutely struggling to keep on pace, looking like every bite was a Herculean effort. You tune back in, the afternoon when Derek is down to his last 2,000 calories in a bag of greasy burgers and fries and milkshakes. He looks bloated and fat in a way you've never seen, like at any minute he was going to just start expanding and become a fat filled-balloon the size of the room. His body was clearly protesting, Derek had to keep taking longer and longer breaks inbetween to massage his belly, although he couldn't fully reach around it. Gurgling farts and thunderous belches that chat kept telling him meant he had room for more. 100,000 calories. Almost done. Just a few more... Derek guzzled down the rest of his milkshake and looked triumphantly at his camera, eyes glazed over and face smeared with food.

T-Told ...*puff*... ...*BRRPFFBLTTT*... you ...*uhhnngh*... ...*thbbbt*... I ...*hmphhh*... ...*Brrbllpfft*... c-could ...*blurrRRPPP*... ...*Splrrpffrtbtlt*... do ...*BRRRPPphh*... ...*Frrrpffltbtt*... it.

[charleecat-bat]

"So, what's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? What happened?"

Tiberius' Story- Summer Camp Sighting

Okay. I haven’t really spoken about this to anyone but, what’s a better time to finally get it off my chest better than now, right? 

I just hope no one gives me shit for this story. I’m not trying to fake nothin' for attention or exaggerate and all that bullshit. This happened. 

I was around like... 9? 10 years old? I wasn’t TOO young, but not a tween yet, pre-pubescent. Anyway. My parents had decided to sign me up for Summer Camp. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be into the whole thing, but my gramps had signed my dad up as a kid, and while he hated it at first, he wound up loving it and going back to it for years. So I guess my old man hoped the same would happen for me. 

If only it turned out that way...

I’m embarrassed to say, but… I wasn’t as popular as I wished I was as a kid. I was picked on a lot for a lot of bullshit reasons. Especially to do with stuff I couldn’t help, like my fur colour or how small I was. I hated it. I was a huge target for a lot of the big kids. And for those asking ‘What about the counsellors?’ Well, you know those typical teenager-20-year-old counsellors in horror movies? That were less focused on the kids and more on smoking, drinking and putting their tongues down each other's throats? Yeah, those were the type of counsellors I had, and the few decent ones- well, just didn’t really do much to help me. 

What made it worse was that despite this, I was so desperate to seem cool to most of the kids. I did a lot of shit that wound up just making me look stupid or getting me hurt. Kids can be fucking cruel.

Anyway, not important.

It was evening time and just about everyone was sat around a giant bonfire, just doing their own thing. Honestly, due to how most of the counsellors were focused on themselves, I'm shocked that I don’t remember a lot of the kids sneaking off. Maybe they did. Wouldn't surprise me. I don’t remember quite what happened at this point, but a bunch of the little shit ‘cool kids’ that I wanted to be friends with so had just finished doing another hazing ritual to me. I even don’t remember what it was, but I do know it was embarrassing and upsetting enough to make me come up with some excuse to leave.

(imagine illustrated by @btm-txt)

I remember announcing that I was gonna ditch this place and go into the woods alone, and as a plus for me at the time, a lot of the kids thought that was ballsy since it was getting dark and not really recommended for any of us to be out there after dark. Didn't stop me, though, and probably didn't stop other kids doing it either. I didn’t care, though. I just wanted to go somewhere to cry alone without being picked on anymore. As pathetic as it sounds, this wasn’t the first time I came to the woods to cry. In fact, I was caught doing it once, but that just made me go deeper into the woods to avoid getting seen by the other kids. 

I was trying really hard to like it there, but I didn’t. I hated it. I hated it SO much. I wanted to go home so bad. So, out of my embarrassment and homesickness, I just started to bawl my eyes out.  I must’ve sat there crying for a good 10 minutes maybe, until a sound made me go quiet.

SNAP

The break of a stick.

I immediately sat there in dead silence as I quietly began looking around. Now, my first thought would’ve been it was more kids that found me, but you know as much as I do, kids aren’t that sneaky. You’d be hearing giggling and a lot of movement. Hell, a lot of kids I knew at that camp would’ve just barged through to laugh at me, not hide from me. And if it were a counsellor, they’d immediately be approaching me, not hiding either. So… the idea that someone was trying to sneak up on me was already really fucking creepy. 

I didn’t see anything for a bit, no matter where i looked there was just nothing around me except more woods.

Until I turned my head towards another crack of a branch. This time it was closer and louder. I quickly turned, and I saw this... figure. This tall, lingering figure; just standing between the trees in the darkness. it was hunched over, and its arms were long and dangly. It just… wasn’t normal. The one thing I could see clearly were its eyes. At least I think they were. These small white glowing orbs just staring at me. 

(Illustrated by @btm-txt)

You know those times when you’re so scared you just can’t move? That’s what happened. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run but I just couldn’t. I was frozen I just stared at…whatever this fucking thing was. 

I don’t know how long i was locked in a staring match with the thing for. But eventually, it just vanished from my sight. I don’t know where the hell it went, but as soon as it left. I booked it. 

I just ran in a random direction into the woods, which looking back now, was a dumbass move; I dunno why I didn’t go back to the camp, but I guess I just wasn’t thinking. I was just a scared kid who wanted to get away from whatever I saw. After running out of breath and hiding under a fallen tree, I just curled up, trying to catch my breath and calm down. That wasn’t easy, considering I was JUST crying, holding my breath in fear and THEN ran for it. So I may as well have sounded like an asthmatic. Eventually, my breathing calmed down, but I just stayed in that spot. I was too scared to move as you could expect. The woods were eerily quiet except for a few of the typical noises but that didn’t make me feel better. The coldness began to get to me, too, so now I was shaking both out of fear and the cold. 

(Illustrated by @starlitskvader)

“Tiberius?”. I heard someone call my name, I looked up and around but still didn’t see anyone. “Tiberius? Where are you?”. I heard it again; this time the voice was clearer… it was my dad's. My dad’s voice. I had no idea how it was possible but my kid brain didn’t care. I was happy, and I crawled out of my hiding place immediately. I started calling out for him. “Dad?! Dad?! Where are you?” “Come here, Tiberius. I can’t find you”, the voice spoke out again in a weirdly calm tone. If I wasn’t in such a stressful situation, I maybe would’ve picked up on the strange way my dad was talking, but like I said, I didn’t care at the time. I was just relieved that my dad was here and thinking I was gonna finally get out of there and go home. I started going through the woods, following the voice that sounded like my dad but my excitement started slowing down and it started to hit me. The more closer I got to the voice, the more I realised it sounded... off. The strange calmness was still not a warning sign for me, but what was is that the voice just sounded so… shaky? Fake? It sounded like my dad but something about it just didn’t FEEL like it was from him. More like someone trying to do an impression of him, but how was that possible? He was back on the island, ages away from here. No one here would possibly know what he sounded like except for maybe one or two counsellors but that was way too much of a longshot. Why would some counsellor be doing an impression anyway, it made no sense...

I soon stopped when I saw a figure again, the dark outline approached slowly and as it got closer it started to look like my dad. I smiled but… something felt wrong, really wrong. Something in my gut was screaming at me that I needed to run, but I didn’t know why. It was my dad; it had to be, I thought. The figure of my dad stopped, I could see some of the details, the salmon pink fur, the long curled spines, even the clothes, the hiking boots, and all the gear he wears on him. It had to be him, It was uncanny!

But something still felt wrong... “Hello, son. Come here, let's go home”, it stretched it's arms out. My smile vanished… now that I was right there, I really picked up how weird his voice was… something was really wrong with it. ‘Till this day i still can’t pick up on how it was exactly. You just kinda had to be there to know. You could just tell it wasn’t right, and listening to it made you feel like something was crawling up your spine. I didn’t move. “Tiberius? What’s wrong?” it spoke, taking a step forward. I started to notice this-this thing. Its arms were way too long for the body, and 'my dad's hair was starting to move, almost like tentacles or some shit... I couldn't understand what I was seeing.

(Illustrated by @starlitskvader) Stupidly, I spoke up out of nervousness. “W-...who are you?”. “It’s me, son. Come here, give me a hug”. The long arms stretched out even further and closer to me and the figure took a few steps forward, coming completely out of the darkness of the trees showing its face… it was not my father. That face. I don’t know if I could begin to describe it. The smile was huge and unnatural, going all the way to the cheeks, full of uneven teeth that made me think of a fucked-up shark. Rows upon rows of these janked up teeth. The eyes were open wider than I thought possible, the pupils tiny and barely visible. Staring into my fucking soul. And to this day the gaze of this thing, pretending to be my father, has haunted me.

“Come here, son. Come to me”, it spoke as it started approaching me. The voice fell apart and sounded more unnatural. It started moving with a strange twitch and making these strange sounds. After being frozen in utter fear this entire time, my legs finally moved, and I booked it. Just running back as fast as my little legs could take me. The entire time, I could hear a slurry of noises. The best I can describe them was like a bunch of demonic feral sounds, along with fast, savage movement coming after me from behind. I knew it was chasing me; whatever this thing was, it wanted me. I had no idea what it wanted to do with me, but I knew it’d probably result in me being fucking dead. 

I only looked behind me once… and the image of this thing, still trying to appear like my father, running around like a fucking animal. Running on all four of its distorted limbs and it's fucked up face looking up at me. It was at this point I started screaming my lungs out in terror; I didn’t even care if I was crying anymore. That was the least of my worries.

When I finally got out of the woods, I scrambled my way to whatever was closest, which was the stairs to a cabin, I think. I don’t remember how many people approached me at first, but i remember hearing a lot of voices, and eventually, a bunch of counsellors came running over, trying to calm me down. I was screaming, crying and thrashing around for ages. Not even the little shit kids were laughing; everyone was wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.  It took me ages to finally calm down enough, but even then, I just couldn’t explain. I tried to, but it came out as nonsense. I was a scared kid who saw something that was worse than any horror movie I’d heard of at the time. 

Eventually, the adults kinda gave up on trying to get an explanation from me after they kept asking me to ‘stop lying’ or to ‘make some sense’, but I wasn’t. They just assumed I'd get over it after that night or so and I'd be fine.

I was the furthest from it. That night I didn’t get a wink of sleep. I laid awake, shaking and hiding underneath the covers. I don’t remember speaking much, if at all, after that. I just shut down. I didn't do any of the activities. I barely ate. I was practically a shell of a person. I didn’t know how to process what the fuck I just saw.

(Illustrated by @btm-txt) After a few days. Yes. I know. DAYS. My family was finally called, and the counsellors told me my dad was coming to get me ASAP. I couldn’t even be happy about it. I think at that point they just made sure to have a counsellor with me at all times. Dunno what for exactly, since I wasn’t really doing anything and it's not like them being around made any difference to begin with. I guess I just made them super fucking worried.  When my dad got here, with my mom and grandpa, they all rushed towards me. My dad quickly hugged me and picked me up, but I don’t even remember reacting much other than curling up a little into him. Meanwhile, my mom and grandpa went from fussing over me to yelling at the counsellors at the blink of an eye. They were furious. I don't remember what went on with that conversation but I could only imagine what went on.

(illustrated by @btm-txt)

I didn’t hear much else about what they talked about, as my dad just put me in the car with my things already packed. He sat in the back with me on the drive home, just holding me as I laid my head against him. When we got home. My family, mostly my grandpa, wound up suing that summer camp over what happened to me and not helping me much at all during the whole time and not even seeing me go into the woods at all. The camp wound up being charged with gross negligence and closed down not long after. I don’t even think I said anything on the drive home or when I got home. I don’t remember when I started talking again, but I didn’t talk about this that’s for sure. It was hard though, I had nightmares and apparently night terrors for weeks, I’d apparently wake up screaming and when my parents would come to comfort me, I’d fall back asleep and not remember the next morning.  Speaking of no memory, I actually didn’t remember this for a long time. I guess I tried so hard to forget most of this nightmare that I eventually did. Well, most of it. I still remembered two things. One. I always unconsciously remembered something bad happening to me in the woods, so it made me permanently uncomfortable with the idea of going into any woods, forests or any of that shit. To the point I was even terrified of letting my daughter go camping with my dad. I couldn’t even give an explanation as to why I just said I didn’t like it but I didn't stop them. I just made it painfully I didn't like it. I'm not surprised if my Dad was a little disappointed at how much I grew to hate the forest. I know he loves the outdoors and camping, and I knew he was really sad he couldn't share that with me I could see it with my daughter too, how she'd beg me to take her camping to let her try it and I just refused At least they had each other. I always felt bad that I was so against any sort of activity to do with the woods without even having a proper reason for them…until now at least. They never held it against me though, and I'm grateful for that.

And two, even after all of that… I had never forgotten that face. I think after a few years, I thought it was some messed up dream, but it’s imprinted itself into my brain. That horrible fucking face. 

Now that this is fresh in my memory, I actually decided to look up stuff on the area of that camp and that forest… and it turns out. Some weird shit has happened in those woods at night. A lot of people have had stories Stemming from being stalked by an unseen pursuer, being chased by a weird animal, or even like me, having some… thing… look like someone they know approach them and talk to them. After doing more research, a few people think that it’s not a paranormal occurrence or some weird spirit or demon doing this. Instead, these people believe it’s a shapeshifting creature; it goes by many names, but it all means the same. It takes the form of animals and people in order to lure people toward it so it can kill and eat them and or then take their place as their doppelganger.

I don’t believe that entirely, but… I know for sure now that something definitely happened to me in those woods. It wasn’t just a nightmare or a fucked up scenario I imagined. It was real. I honestly don’t know what scenario is worse, if it actually was a dangerous person after me that went way too far, if it was something paranormal or… if there really was a creature in there. Something dangerous. Sometimes, I wonder if… despite all of these years, it’s still there. In the woods. Waiting to lure another person… Not like I’m ever gonna find out for myself, though. I am never EVER going back there. Never. 

If you read this far. Thank you and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

[zikozumi]

Red Umbrella

Roronoa zoro x gn! Reader

|866 Words|

|Fluff|

Rain pouring softly on the roof tops, walking by all of the apartments on the street. Sun peaking through the grey clouds in the sky that are causing the down pour. Red umbrella standing tall over you, protecting your head.

Have had terrible sleep that night before you were still tired but we're making an attempt to see the market that was going on today. Slowly after a 20 minute walk you made it to the small sized market. Looking around a stand caught your eye, soft lavender flowers that were in bunches. You walked closer your eyes not leaving the flowers, thinking of buying some. Unfortunately you were ripped from your thoughts when your body hit another person.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." You manage to get out before looking up to the person you hit.

"No don't worry about it." The man that had green hair said.

Feeling embarrassed you looked down and continued to the stand. Stopping once realizing you knew the man from the papers.

'𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦.'

You slowly look back to the man that was already standing there looking back at you.

'𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'

Looking away from his gaze, picking out a bunch of lavender from the stand and giving the man a good amount of money. Without thinking you quickly walked away because the man you had ran into was walking closer.

You continue to walk around picking up fish and some fruits to go with some chocolate you had gotten the week before.

Walking home once the rain had let up and was just a sprinkle. Clouds still slightly covering the sun. Comfortably walking in silence until making it to your apartment, walking into the house and putting stuff away for later. Heading to your room you got into comfortable clothes and put the dirty clothes away. Head perking up when you hear a knock on the door.

Curiosity getting to you enough to head to the door

'𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦' you huffed a breath thinking of how bad that could be before stopping in front of the door. Slowly opening it and peaking out and seeing that green hair and stopping.

"Damn I'mma die huh" you say out loud on accident. Looking him up till your eyes reach his.

Cheeks slightly pink from the man's looks

"No your not. You left this at the stand" he mumbles handing out a red umbrella that looked tiny in his hands.

'𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵'you look down slightly in shame then shugging it off.

"I am so sorry you had to bring this back to me, um would you like to come inside?" You offer not fully understanding what your saying yourself.

"Yeah, sure. Thank you" walking into your apartment, putting his swords down.

Staring at his hand as he puts his swords down, you realized you hadn't realized he had swords.

'𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 ' you say to yourself in your head

"Should you like something to drink I have water, juice, wine and some beer.? " you say looking at the fridge.

"Can I have some beer, if it's no problem with you." He states at you get two out for the both of you and sit down in the living room.

"I forgot the bottle opener, let me go get it." He follows suit after me.

As I get the opener I can feel his soft breaths on the back of my neck. Slightly flushing at the feeling of the man being so close to you.

"Ok, here you got. " handing him the opener and going the back the the living room.

After a while you both start to get comfortable and start talking about your own lives.

"I have this captain, he's really stubborn and want to be pirate king. And we also have this stupid cook" he continues talking as you stare at him. He slowly starts to realizes and stops.

"What's wrong? Am I talking to much?" He slightly worries.

You shake your head in disapproval. "No not even close just realized if it wasn't for that umbrella, I wouldn't have met someone as amazing as you" you laugh towards the end of your sentence.

You can see the soft smile, sitting on his lips.

"I have to go before it gets any dark or I'mma probably loose my way. " you smile at him and nod.

"Ok, oh hold on. Here" you grabbed the red umbrella and hand it to him.

"So no matter what you have to visit to give it back" he nods as you walk to the front door where he opens the umbrella.

"Oh one more thing" he starts, pulling you under the red umbrella and kissing you on the lips.

"There, hope to see you soon" smirking as he walks down the steps leaving you in your own thoughts.

"That damn red umbrella"

[therealpontius]

Groupie

Glenn danzig (dom) x reader (sub)

Your not like other groupies

Warnings: smut/ praise/ teasing/ being walked in on

"I gotta head" you whisper to your friend, glenn danzig screamed on stage, fans jumping up and down all around you. "Are you sure? I heard from nancy he can be quite... alot".

Groupies. You were a bunch of groupies for misfits. Delightful.

You had done jerry, one of your greatest achievements and now you were aiming for glenn. Yeah so what he was small and cocky, your collecting them like pokemon.

"Look kate i gotta head" you tap her shoulder and shove your way through the relentless crowed of freaks.  "Hey little lady where you headed?" The security questioned, standing infront of double doors that led to the dressing rooms.

From the other shows you realised that if your a guest then you get let in, the guests would get stamps on their hand as a sort of verification. The second last show you were at was sloppy with security so you easily stole the stamp.

"To the dressing rooms, im a friend of jerrys" you hold your hand out with an unimpressed look to not give away that you were a huge fan "in you get sweet cheeks" he smiles, winking. Ugh... men.

You made your way to glenns dressing room and sat, knowing the show would end 20 minutes max. His dressing room was fairly clean, a few nudy mags and aftershave bottles scattered around but nothing too bad. Jerry had a few empty takeout boxes that stank of onions and chilli.

*CLICK*

You straightened your back fast, resting your elbow against the table and your head on your hand "fuck!" He jumped, looking you up and down "hey glenn" you winked, removing your head from your hand. The usual smile that the rockstars would give knowing that they were going to get it on rough wasnt there. He looked almost sad. "Hey beautiful" he walked to his mirror and wiped his face with a wet cloth that slumped on his desk "so why you here?" He asked, voice quite and eyes glancing over to you. "Was assuming you wanted a fuck but you dont look in the mood, wanna just talk?" He pauses for abit then stands up straight, walking over to a heap of clothes that sat in the corner. "Yeah sure whatever"

The silence was loud while you watched the buff yet scrawny man shove on joggers and a baggy shirt, he then grabbed a crate of beer and slumped down on the dressing room chair next to you. "Wanna drink?" He offers, tearing the cardboard apart "dont mind if i do" before he could grab one for himself you grabbed two, opening them with your teeth earning a shocked look from the singer. You passed one to him and clinked your one off it, a smile dared to creep up on his face. "Hot" glenn muttered, drinking the slightly warm beer. "So, singer, you doing okay?" You ask, turning to face him. "Meh, just preforming is like alot to deal with. Imagine this, you have hundreds of fans flinging themself at you while you sing.. or atleast try to" "sounds pretty fuckig tiring" "you got that right babe" he gets out another beer bottle and passes it to you, watching as you crack it open with your teeth and pass it back to him.

"Where in the fuck did you learn that?" You laugh alittle at his bluntness "ever heard of motley crue?" "Yeah, the women" he gives a smile, drinking half his beer bottle fast "yeah well i used to sleep around with them, its a trick sixx taught me" "what happened there?" "Its 1983, they are far too famous now" glenn cocks his brow "and im not?" "glenn your super famous but motley crue might just be a bit more, i mean they are opening for ozzy two years after they started" he put his hand over his heart to fake hurt "ouch.. that really hurt... only kiddin sweatheart i know. Misfits is really on a downward spiral right now" his body language got noticeably tense "how? I love you guys?" "its the guys honestly, they never decide on shit its always i want to do this song i want to do that song. JUST MAKE A SET LIST. And the music dont even get me started, i have a better voice than i did thirteen years ago.. i need to do better music" "well why dont you?" He finished his beer bottle and rested it at his feet, you had just finished your first.

"I mean... what if i leave misfits and dont get popular with a solo career? Then it would all just go to shit. This is my job, its the only job ive ever known" you played with his hair softly to try calm him "i mean ive started a side band with eerie von. Samhain but its only a side band, and only a thought. Can you open another bottle?" You nod and fish out another one for him and yourself. "Thanks, anyways no more sulking about me, what do you do?" You blushed slightly seeing his dorky smile "im a traveling artist, i mainly do naked body paintings but i do wildlife on the odd occasion, i also do some photography" his eyes light up "wow! I always wanted to paint but i never could find it interesting. What camera do you have?" You grab your bag off your back and dive in to find your nikon camera that your dad had given you "shit man these are expensive, you need to take more care of it. First thing to help it heal it is to fill it with pictures of me" "oh reallly?" You laugh, glenn standing up to prepare himself to pose. "Yup! Ive helped a bunch of groupies by fixing their cameras. Now cmon! I aint got all day!"

You started to snap pictures and he done all sorts of crazy poses, he started by taking his shirt off to slowly walking towards the camera. After abit he started towering over you, looking into the camera"put the camera down" he said softly, resting his left hand next to your head and his right on the backrest. "Theres something about you, your different" you smile up at up, his dark, long hair swaying slightly everytime he would move "is that a good or a bad thing singer?" He leans down and softly kisses your neck "i havent made my mind up yet" you brought your hands up to wrap round his neck while he kissed yours slow, agonisingly slow,  slow to the point where you could almost beg for him to hurry up.

You squirm slightly when he stars to slowly move down to your collar bone that was exposed from the large shirt you wore not fitting properly. "Patience" he hissed, looking up at you "take your shirt off" he ordered, sitting up at your feet. You silently done as he asked, keeping your black lacy bra on. Once you were done he tapped his thighs to signal you to sit down. Glenn wrapped his arms around your body, making out with your bare skin "so soft" he mutters, running his fingers over your stomach that was bigger than the usual groupies. You found that alot of stars loved that, gave you bigger thighs.

Everything felt so good, his hot breath and kisses making your torso feel fuzzy. Soon he started grinding himself upward on you, making soft grunts. "Glenn.. just get on with it" you begged, pulling his hair back so he could look at you "what did i say about patience?" "But.. im dying here,  im not used to this" he gives a genuine laugh and hugs in closer to you "by now, the groupies are ripping my pants off" "yeah well im not every groupie, danzig""you proved that one, now cmon. Participate and be a good girl". He slipped his hand under your short skirt, ripping your thin tights at your heat "are you going to be a good girl?" He asked, moving your matching black lacy pants go the side, sliding his index through your folds slowly "mhm.." you moaned softly, closing your eyes "yeah?" He asked again, running his middle finger around your whole "yea-" you cut yourself off with a breathy moan as he pushed index and middle finger into you at the same time.

"Good, good, now cmon, fuck yourself with my hand" he said nonchalantly, catching you off gaurd. "What?" He rolls his eyes and wraps his other arm round your waist, hoisting you down "oh fuck!" "See? Now do it yourself". He slowly started playing with himself through his joggers, groaning at the sight of you. You unclipped your bra letting your boobs fall free "ah shit i cant do it anymore" glenn yanked his joggers down and got his cock stuffed into you fast since he wasnt wearing any boxers. "Oh shit babe your so warm" he fucked up into you fast, making you moans pornographic. "Be as loud as you want, the boys dont mind" you let yourself go, moaning loudly, head slinged back and hands tangled in his soft black hair.

"Fuck glenn, i think... i think im going to cum, real soon" "so soon?" He teased, bringing his arms around you to pull you down into a kiss "cum around me babe. You on the pill?" You nod, surprised you could even concentrate and stable yourself enough to respond back. Swiftly he brought his thumb down to your clit to make you cum extra fast "Oh SHIT glenn" you screamed, letting yourself cum around him. "Ug... good girl, fuck you feel so warm" he thrusted around four more times before letting himself release inside you "so soon?" You teased back "that has never happened so fast"

*CLICK*

You both turn round to see a tall built guitarist peeking his head round, a smirk on his face when he saw you. "Glenn, afterparty, cmon". Hes next...

[heymickyursofine]

THE SHARK PATH.

— CHAPTER 5.

"What you people discovered is an even bigger goldmine than we ever thought possible."

This meeting was running way longer than it should have. It felt like Morris was going on, and on, and on, and could not shut his mouth.

Anastasia was leaned forward to the table, her head resting in her palm, feeling as bored as ever. "We are completely unprepared to deal with creatures like a Megalodon." Suyin tried to reason with him.

"I understand, and we can get prepared. I'm talking about a long-term plan."

Everyone minus Ana and Mac started talking over one another, their overlapping argument reminded her of the scene in SpongeBob SquarePants where the anchovies rush into the Krusty Krab.

She ran both of her hands through her hair and felt the table beneath her elbows shake. She recoiled and looked around the table to see if anyone else noticed, Mac did, and he held his hand up to try and silence the rest.

"Did you guys feel that?"

"What's that?"

The rumbling continued and it shut everyone up.

"My daughter." Suyin sprang out of her seat, and Anastasia and Mac followed behind her. They ran into the elevator and Suyin pressed the button, Jonas was already on the level when the doors opened.

"Jonas!" Mac yelled.

"Did you see Meiying?"

"Do you know where Meiying is?"

"We can't find Meiying."

Suyin, Anastasia, and Mac all spoke over one another. They heard screaming, definitely Meiying, and started to run.

"Meiying? Meiying?"

Mac and Anastasia ran one way while Jonas and Suyin ran the other. Jonas and Suyin got to Meiying first, Mac and Ana seconds later.

When she saw Suyin crouched in front of Meiying she immediately went over to the two, crouching down on the other side of Meiying.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, placing her hand on Meiying's back, she shook her head, clearly out of breath. Ana looked up at the glass noticing a bunch of teeth marks in the glass, she was surprised the Meg didn't shatter the glass completely.

The loud smack of a baby Whale made Ana jump and clasp her hand on Suyin's shoulder, who turned Meiying's head away.

The Whale let out a call, "It's okay. It's just a Whale."

"Wait. Where's Lucy? Where's the mom."

Oh no.

Ana put two and two together, Gracie never came up to the station without her mom, and how she was bumping her nose against the glass, could only mean one thing.

The Megalodon quickly came out of nowhere and bit into Gracie, making Ana gasp as the Whale whimpered. She turned her head the other way, not wanting to watch a young Whale get eaten, but it wasn't any use as she could still hear the Meg thrashing around in the water.

-

"All right, team. Initiate emergency protocols. And nobody is to go near the water."

Since the Megalodon was now past the thermocline it was time to spring into action.

"Turn off all the underwater lighting. Restrict the crew to essential areas." Mac patted Jonas on the back as he went to go do exactly what Jonas said.

"You guys, take a look at this." Jaxx had the thermal imaging clip up on the screens.

"When the glider came up, the thermocline was intact, so it was one degree Celsius right?"

"Yeah,"

"But a minute later, when the Evolution came up, the temperature increased by 25 degrees. A Shark could come right through there. 20 Sharks for that matter."

"When the Meg hit the Origin, it slammed into a thermal vent." Anastasia looked next to her, watching Jonas walk down to the main floor.

"Those can release millions of gallons per minute. The heat from that vent cleared the path through the freezing cold layer." Doctor Zhang added on.

"Are you saying we opened up a superhighway for giant Sharks?" Morris asked, sounding frustrated.

"Not exactly. It-it seems like it was a transitory event. The temperatures are returned to normal, and the gap is closed."

"Yeah. But not before a massive prehistoric killing machine decided to come up and say 'Hi.'"

"Hey, look, we're wasting our time. That thing's out there. We need to find it and kill it."

Suyin turned back to look at Jonas. "No. We can't. We should explore non-lethal options first."

"For the Meg or for us?"

An alarm blaring turned the attention away from Jonas and Suyin. "I've got an emergency locator beacon," Raymond, a dive control technician announced, everyone rushed over to him. "20 miles south, southwest."

"What does that mean?"

"It means a boat has gone down." Doctor Zhang told Morris.

Two more boats ping on the table.

"Three boats." DJ corrected Doctor Zhang.

"That's the Meg. We need to get there, now."

-

The team took Charlotte, the boat, out onto the water to the coordinates. Jaxx and Ana were on spotting duty, the two looked around the open ocean for the boats.

"Look, right there," Ana pointed out.

"Mac! We found something!" Jaxx yelled.

The boat came to a slow as it passed through wreckage, debris was everywhere. The team was looking over the side of the boat, the boat that went down looked like it exploded. The sight of tiny Sharks with their fins cut off made Anastasia disgusted.

Maybe it wasn't so bad the Meg attacked that boat.

Doctor Heller rolled one of the Sharks over with a rod that had a hook on it. "These Sharks have no fins."

"They were killed by Shark poachers. They cut off the fins and throw the Shark back to die. All for a bowl of soup." Doctor Zhang informed DJ.

"Looks like the Meg evened the score." Doctor Heller pulled an arm up.

"One fish did all this?"

"Ask it yourself." A large Dorsal fin came above the surface.

"Okay," Doctor Zhang let out a sigh. "We have a Shark cage and spearguns on board," He told Jonas. "If we can shoot the Meg in a soft spot like its mouth or gills, we can inject it with something lethal."

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa. It's gonna take at least 20 minutes to rig the cage. And that thing will be gone in two." Mac shut the idea down.

"Why don't you just put a tracker on it?" Morris spoke up, and for once something smart came out of his mouth. "Don't you guys ever watch Shark Week? You have one of those, like, GPS... tracker... tag.. thingamajigs. Keep an eye on the Shark 'till the cage is ready."

"We should be able to put a tracking dart in that Dorsal fin." The Wall agreed.

"You're welcome."

And he had to ruin it.

"Yeah, but somehow we have to get this boat next to that Meg."

"No, we can't. It's already proven aggressive towards boats."

"The safest way to approach is without a vehicle."

Mac, Doctor Zhang, and Suyin tried to come up with a plan.

"Hold up. Hold up."

"You want someone to swim out there?"

"To a prehistoric Shark that ate our friend?"

"Suyin, this might be the worst idea you've ever come up with. No offense."

DJ, Jonas, and Anastasia did not agree with that idea.

"Actually, one of us alone in the water is no threat."

"Okay, who the hell is gonna make that swim?" The Wall asked the important question.

"Let's draw straws."

"I can't swim." Morris stood up. Everyone looked at him, knowing he was the worst person to do it, and wasn't even a contender. "Uh... sorry, my body made me say that."

"I don't think anyone thought you were going anyway, pal." "Yeah," He agreed with Anastasia's words.

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It’s Not Your Fault

A/N: An oldie but here you go

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She could feel it, she could feel the lingering stares the hunter sent her way, she could sense the fear and worry that radiates off his body. He was scared he was scared for her. 

Guilt filled her, knowing just how tonight’s actions have affected the poor male. He watched, he watched her suffer, he watched her turn into a beast then return to human he listened to her cries and grunts of agony; feeling the bones in her body shift, the blood in her veins feeling like fire burning through them as the trial went on. When it was all over she noticed the instant look of guilt and pain in those green eyes she became all too familiar with. 

She wanted to hug him, she wanted to get the thought of it being ‘his fault.’ out of that stubborn mind. None of this, none of what happened was his fault. Claire wanted him to see that, she needed him to understand. 

Risking a glance at the older male sitting in the back of, baby. She catches his eyes in the rear view mirror. As fast as she saw them, as fast as they glanced away. 

A sigh of her own filled the tension of the air, not missing the spark that gleamed like raging fire in his iris. He was having a war in his mind, a war she couldn’t interfere with till the vehicle stopped and she got him alone, her chipped nails ran through her blonde loose locks thinking back to all the hunts that hit the fan because she wasn’t careful.

And it dawned on her. She’s gonna give this poor man a heart attack.

What was originally supposed to be a 20 minute drive felt like an hour to the blonde, as baby came to a stop Mark and Sam stepped out; Dean stayed in along with Claire. Silence loomed over the two, the tension in the air suffocating the small blonde. 

Claire mindlessly picked at her nails, gaining the courage to speak. 

“It wasn’t your fault, you carry a bunch of crap you shouldn’t Dean…”, “This isn’t your fault so get that thought out of your head.” 

Claire hesantly placed a comforting hand on the hunter's broad shoulder lightly squeezing it, “I’m still here. You didn’t lose me…”.