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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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Friends that can keep a secret

Male Reader x Jo Yuri (ft. two male friends)

Length: 3.500 words

Tags: foursome, gangbang, MMMF, drunk sex, seducing, a faux game of spin the bottle, making out, sharing a girlfriend, rimming, face fucking, double penetration, anal, spanking, rough sex, anal creampie, riding, cowgirl, protection, not_your_girlfriend!Yuri

TW: there are other male OCs in this and you fuck a girl in all her holes, I dunno, if you don't like that, feel free to leave

Inspiration: @breach12 for the request/prompt

(A/N: here is something I promised to write quite a while back. It's finally finished. I changed the prompt quite a bit, but I hope the person who requested it likes it (and y'all too))

“Should you knock or I knock.”

Daehwi grins and you roll your eyes. He can never make things easy.

“Dude, just fucking knock.”

You and your friends recently finished another semester in college. You really had to think, was it the fifth, the sixth, the—no, it was the sixth. It felt like forever since you enrolled in that university with it’s unimpressive name and even less impressive campus. In the end, you made it through this time without impressive grades or interesting stories, but maybe this is your ideal life.

Calm and uninteresting, at least to others.

Your friends are a bit different. On one hand there is Daehwi, the crazy one. He is like a wild animal, free from every and all constraints but a slave of his desires and instincts. He gets a lot of girls, hookups, relationships, break ups, scandals—nothing ever slows him down. No matter how stupidly crazy his ideas are, they always work out and in the end, even his grades pan out. Daehwi has either figured out how to live a perfect life or he is just insanely lucky.

But he is a good friend in time of need.

On the other hand is Junseo. He is one hell of a cutie-patootie, caring for every one of his friends, colleagues, even profs. No bad word ever comes from his lips and he is always punctual. Literally always. He trades loyalty for loyalty and is the perfect example for genuinity and consistency. It is only fair that he got the most beautiful girl as his girlfriend.

Junseo is a great friend, but sometimes Yuri takes up all his time.

Yuri is the rock star on campus. She can make the entire university fall on their knees by grabbing a mic and singing her heart out. She is talented, smart, gorgeous—the crush of many, until they find another girl to smash. Yuri was never ready for one night stands, and so it was only fitting that Junseo and her fell in love gradually. No hookups, just pure, romantic love.

Love without you. You watched from afar as your best friend fell in love with your crush. That crush on Yuri that everyone has at least once in their campus life, it still lingers in your heart. You have to suppress it almost daily, but it is a tiny stain on your otherwise good life. Suppress it for Junseo, especially today when you get to celebrate another successful semester at his place.

"Oh hey guys, come in!" Junseo opens the door with a wide grin and a surprising pink hue on his cheeks.

"Yo!” Daehwi shouts until his chest vibrates. “We bought beer, let's celebrate—damn, did you start drinking without us?" Daehwi puts down the two six packs and starts to aggressively pinch Junseo’s cheek. You start to laugh as the two playfully fight like two lion cubs.

“I brought some snacks,” you shout and try to get their attention. Fun is good and all, but you’re still standing outside and the cold air is brushing past your sensitive calves. "I got them for you, but if you don’t move, I’ll eat them all alone."

The three of you finally make your way into the flat and onto the couches. You feel the good vibes radiating throughout the room and it only gets progressively better. The first step to make such a celebration unforgettable is good beer and surprisingly, the cans Daehwi bought (at least you hope that he bought them) are filled with it. You down two of them easily, Daehwi is already on his third while Junseo reaches for a Soju bottle to create an intoxicating mixture.

“Damn, I didn’t know you got Soju,” Daehwi groans in ecstasy as he takes a swing straight from the green bottle. “Your grades must have been terrible.”

“Nah, it’s not that,” Junseo responds with a pout. “It's because this might be the last time we have a celebration like this.”

“Huh, how so?” you protest and get a handful of crackers into your mouth, not willing to accept that such a well-kept tradition would end tonight, without warning.

“It’s because, next semester, I’m done, so the party is gonna be bigger. And afterwards, with work and all, I don’t know if it will work out like this again.”

“Shit, life is really catching up to us.” Daehwi clicks his tongue and you can already see that his drunk, a bit more melancholic but still wild and direct self appears. After all, he can’t keep himself from downing liquor.

“If only I knew,” you sigh, angry that you forgot that Junseo was already here when you started to study. He was always ahead and now he will be the first to leave behind college life and become a truly normal person. “I would have brought stuff to make this more memorable.”

Junseo grabs the hem of your shirt and there is this drunk grin on his face as he babbles: “Don’t worry, I have things planned.

“Yuri, dear, you can come in now~”

Honest to God, you forgot about her for a split second—you will never for the rest of your life. Yuri walks in, the walk of a supermodel. Her high heels clack on the wooden floor, her hips sway in that stupidly short miniskirt, her eyes sparkle when she winks at you. You’re staring everywhere at once, to the point your throat goes dry again and you quickly need another drink. Luckily, Yuri brought more Soju and hands you a bottle.

“Congrats on beating another semester,” she says with a saccharine smile that stuns you, glues you to the couch, all to the amusement of Junseo beside you. “You gonna take it or not?”

“Su-sure, thank you.” Grab the bottle like an idiot and drink from it like one. Daehwi isn’t any better, dry lips stuck to his can while his eyes are glued to Yuri’s back. She makes sure to stick out her ass for him to see the nice curve. The green plaid skirt is barely long enough to hide her cheeks as she kneels next to him, hands on the table, searching for crackers or chips.

“Yuri, you are gorgeous,” Junseo compliments his girlfriend with a wicked grin and Yuri responds with an expression so sly and sexy, you almost drop your bottle and spit out its contents. Those two must have been drinking before Daehwi and you arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t be so bold.

“Damn, what the hell is going on with you two?” Daehwi bluntly asks them, but all he gets are glances from the couple and a confused shrug by you. “I bet you two are drunk already. Better stop now before any accidents happen.”

“There are no accidents tonight,” Junseo says firmly and makes room in the middle of the table for an empty Soju bottle. “No accidents, no boundaries, no questions asked. Do you two understand?”

“Well, that is a question,” you try to respond with wit, but it’s quickly forgotten when Yuri spins the empty bottle.

“Whoever this bottle lands on gets to have a free wish—kinda like truth and dare, except everyone else has to accept the dare and what you want to do to them.” Yuri’s words have your mind rotating faster than the bottle; is she for real? No limits, no boundaries? No one will ask questions? Can you just—go for it? Ask her to love you for this one night—no Junseo, just you?

Your wish fades to black when the bottle stops and points straight at Junseo, who does not hesitate and grabs his girlfriend at the wrist. Blink once, blink twice and she already sits on his lap, right next to you, and he is ready to stick his tongue into her eager mouth.

“My wish is that everyone fucking loosens up and just watches.”

The most tense thriller could not be more engaging for you. To see Junseo fondle Yuri, her tight little body, her covered boobs, her flawless back, down to the edge of her skirt has you sweaty all over. All over, again, he doesn’t stop and goes for that long, blonde hair and combs it back. Yuri moans and her nails dig into the back of the couch. Then they go back to making out, provocatively loud and Yuri’s top almost slips over her boobs.

You’re not the only one starring. Daehwi gets into position behind them, and he shamelessly looks under Yuri’s skirt—what he finds must be utterly mind melting, because he quickly grabs the bottle and points it at himself. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention and for a second, the silence is heavier than a black hole.

“I-it’s my turn.” Daehwi gulps, the couple pants. “Can I pull down your skirt, Yuri?”

“Sure, just let me get up.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Yuri leaves her boyfriend’s lap and stands in front of the kneeling Daehwi. She reaches for his hands and places them on her hips. This was the final straw, the last chain that held back the savage animal. Daehwi roughly yanks down Yuri’s skirt; with every gasp, more of her lower body is revealed until—nothing but a skimpy thong. You get to see it from behind only for a second, because Daehwi immediately spins Yuri around to knead and lick her cute butt cheeks.

You’ve only heard stories of Daehwi’s sexcapades, the endless rounds of loud smashing, of groaning, of cumming—you never knew he could become so feral at the touch of two small round buttcheeks. It seems to work however, Yuri is definitely feeling herself, hands in her hair, head thrown back as she moans profanities towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, the head of a bottle crosses your vision. Juseon has the green thing pointed at you, on eye level and you don’t let him even start his sentence before uttering your own wish. It’s a bit desperate, but totally accurate to your situation and pent up feelings.

“Yuri, I—I want to make out with you, o-on my lap!”

“Oh yes, for sure~”

Followed by the still manically kneading Daehwi, Yuri climbs on top of you and goes straight for your mouth. Her tongue, still glazed in liquor and tiny chips particles quickly turns into the most delicious treat you have ever had. Yuri engages the kiss, starts off what could have been an equal dance but she quickly succumbs to your sudden dominance.

Call it a return to your monkey brain, anything but civilized. You fuck her mouth with your tongue, play with her hair lovingly while tormenting her slender frame with rubs and squeezes. Yuri’s giggles urge you on more, you become bolder, reach into the top of her bra—there is no bra, just bare tits to fondle and knead the way only Daehwi would, though he has transitioned to eating Yuri’s ass, thong pushed to the side.

You’ve lost sight of Juseon, but who the fuck cares when you can stick your hands down to where the sun doesn’t shine and find Yuri’s pussy. She is laughably wet, her juices dripping on your finger while your teeth move to bite her collarbone. She moans and hugs your body, pressing herself further down your length which has been an issue in the tight confines of your jeans for way too long—

“Yuri,” Juseon suddenly shouts. “I think you’re the last one to make a wish.”

You pull out your fingers from those drenched folds and even Daehwi backs off from the feast that is Yuri’s ass. Everyone listens closely when Yuri finally gets her wish out.

“I want you three boys to finally get your cocks out and fuck them into my tight holes until I can’t walk anymore. Don’t think, just fuck me.

“I’m your semester trophy tonight.”

Juseon suddenly stands next to you, feet in the cushions of his couch and his pants meet them quickly. He whips out his cock and as if her lips were magnetically drawn to it, Yuri starts to kiss and lick over it. From tip to base, she does not leave out one spot. Equally sudden is Daehwi, who’s pants you can’t even see anymore, but his cock is clearly pressed against Yuri’s cheeks and then on the ring in between them.

To your surprise—not that you ever actively thought about it—their cocks are just average in size, maybe even below that. Yours might be bigger, but they get girls and relationships all the time—your thoughts shouldn’t become so weird, especially because you have already pulled out your own dick and begun to stroke it to the hardest it has ever been.

Yuri, while her face is getting fucked slowly, her boyfriend’s cock entering and leaving her lips, gently places an unwrapped condom into your sweaty hands. Good thing that they are prepared, because you of course did not bring something like this to what could’ve been a harmless party.

Harmless college parties? Yeah, no, who are you kidding. Just roll the plastic contraceptive over your hard shaft and then try to find Yuri’s pussy. Those hot folds, they are right there—further down. You rub along her midriff, navel, even her crotch but are unable to find it.

Yuri pops Juseon’s cock from her lips and smiles at you while her hand continues to lazily jerk the throbbing, wet thing. She reaches in between your legs and finds your thing poking her belly.

“Should I help you?” she asks and you avoid her eyes in embarrassment—only for a second thought. Something draws you to their sparkle, lewd and thrilled, while she tries to adjust on your lap until—

“Ah, fuck, Daehwi, wait!”

“Wha-what is it?” he asks with a somewhat annoyed growl, hands wrapped around Yuri’s waist, cockhead perfectly aligned with her asshole.

“Give me a second. I want all of you to thrust in me simultaneously. I never felt something like that.

“It’ll be great.”

You gulp when Yuri gets you to the entrance of her light pink cavern. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time—not really waiting, just dreaming of. Luckily, you don’t need to dream anymore and just focus on not exploding the moment you—

“Now, fuck, now.”

The signal sends your hips upwards in a thrust. It’s not a full thrust, only half of your cock fills Yuri’s insides. You couldn’t commit to all of it; you need to flex your thighs to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. Daehwi and Junseo do not seem to care about that: both went all in from the get go, filling Yuri’s mouth and ass to the brim with their dicks and their thrusts don’t stop.

Daehwi’s rough, feral pumping gapes Yuri’s ass and you feel every second of it. He is on the other side, careless, just like in the stories from the countless one-night stands that loved his enthusiasm. This is not enthusiasm, more unbridled sexual desire. He chases his own orgasm every time her ass meets his crotch.

For Junseo it’s similar. He seems to really enjoy Yuri’s drool running down her chin, sometimes even stopping the thrusts just to spread it all over her face with either his tip or a finger. You totally understand why he indulges in the way Yuri looks, all messy and silly, but you’d love to hear her moan louder—you want to see the strongest kind of bliss on her features.

Instead of your own pleasure, you try to find Yuri’s spots and poke your cock against them purposefully. You’re a lot slower than the other two, but your stamina does not decrease at all. Unlike Daehwi, you don’t need any brakes to catch your breath. You just continue to fuck Yuri in this mesmerizing rhythm that has her humming on her boyfriend’s shaft.

“Is this good, do you feel good?” you ask her in between deep breaths, arms around her torso, while she finds stability on your shoulder again.

“Yesh, yes,” she mumbles as Junseo flops out of her mouth. You see him shaking, losing his mind when she starts to twist his tip with two fingers. “You can go faster, harder—don’t think of me. I’m just the reward.”

“Too bad.” Whisper in her ear. “All I can think about is my reward.”

Yuri’s expression shifts, like she is trying to challenge you, like she doesn’t believe that you really care about her, like she—and then she can only think of Daehwi again, who goes on another rampage in her back entrance, while covering her ass with hard spanks.

A tender pain on your lower lip when she bites it. You halt your thrusts, but Daehwi makes it feel like Yuri bounces and rubs on your entire cock. You hear both the guys scream profanities while your own profanities are stuck, unable to come out because of Yuri’s bite.

“Yuri, babe, I’m—” Junseo can barely stand. “I’m so close.”

“In my mouth?” she asks, cutely-lewdly.

“N-no, I want to… finish on your ass.”

“Great idea.” Yuri jerks his cock harder and starts to stick out her ass which seems to trigger another orgasm. Instead of politely asking, Daehwi just growls like a wolf to the moon and Yuri feels his thick cum flood her rectum. “Yes, fuck! Fill that ass, creampie me!”

Now that wasn’t cute at all. Just lewd. Lewd like her fucking face when Daehwi’s cock loudly pops out and Junseo sprays his cum all over those red buttocks. She looks thoroughly satisfied with all the white on her skin, in her hole—maybe she isn’t thinking yet of the mess on her couch, the carpet or on her clothes.

“Fuck, guys, that was—

“Why haven’t you finished yet?”

Yuri looks at you, as if she expects you to just burst from the look in her eyes. No, she underestimates you. Your stamina is still going strong and your enjoyment of her cunt hasn’t diminished by a single percent.

“I-I can still keep going!”

“Really? Let’s see about that.”

As if you had fucked a million times already, Yuri’s riding and your upwards fucking synchronizes instantaneously. When she crashes down, all of your cock fills her hole and when she rises, you’re right at her entrance, ready to repeat what can only be described as heaven—an entry to happiness.

But happiness isn’t a dominant emotion right now, hell, you don’t even want it. You just want Yuri and her snug pussy always around you, hot and milking you with that flawless texture. The pink thing should accept you the entire night and with how eagerly she slams herself down on your manhood, she wants it too.

Maybe Yuri feels happiness, maybe that is your wishful thinking blurring with her mindless expression, mindless moans, mindless tongue that suddenly searches for yours and you engage in a tornado of kisses that leads to Yuri resigning. Her body is all yours now, yours alone, and she is begging to cum. Trophy this, award that, in the end she has her needs and you will fulfill them.

Hold onto her waist and like in the final battle of a video game, use all your knowledge and skill to stimulate the inside of her pussy. Nothing can stop you, not the cum from her gaping hole that drips on your balls, not her weight laying on top of you, not the shocked gaze of Junseo—he must have never seen his girlfriend get fucked so well.

“Fuck, I’m-I’m,

“I feel so good, don’t stop.”

Yuri’s whine feels like a victory. You know she will climax before you do. This is all you’ve ever wanted. After this, you can let your feelings for her die in peace. But for these last few thrusts, she is all yours. Her entire body and mind is occupied by you, and so you claim her with a gentle kiss and a not-so-gentle flick on her clit.

“Who makes you cum?”

“You! You, you make me—ah!”

That scream is so long, so good; she is so tight, so perfect. Yuri trembles, electric shocks of pleasure surge all across her body. Her cunt is so tight and hot, you don’t feel the condom anymore and release your seed into it with lazy pumps. Yuri mewls when she feels the hot sticky mess which sadly misses her hot, messy holes and instead sticks to your dick.

“Okay, fuck,” Junseo sighs and sinks onto the carpet. “That was hot, that was crazy.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Yuri weakly says, a bright but tired smile on her lips as she looks back to her boyfriend. She turns back to you, face in adorable scrunches “Lemme, uhm… clean up.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly try to get your composure, because you’re still balls deep inside her. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize.

Junseo can never hear that. He never will. And Daehwi is long asleep. Those following words are just for you.

“That was the best thing ever.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #yuri smut #jo yuri smut #izone yuri smut

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starry-bi-sky · 1 year ago

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Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it <333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #also courtesy of my good friend the-navistar-carol danyal is very 'paul revere' by noah kahan coded. you should def give it a listen if you #have the time. the lyrics go HARD look: 'but I'm in my car and I see the yard. the patch of grass where we buried the dog and the world-#makes sense behind a chainlink fence. if i could leave i would've already left.' AND 'and when they ask me who i am. i'll say i'm not from #around here.' like absolutely go take a listen if you have the time.#if anyone were to see him while he's talking to the necklace they might see him crying once or twice. but that's not possible.#al ghuls do not cry.

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judasisgayriot · 1 month ago

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truly the amount of unhinged things they say in that 2007 kerrang interview CANNOT be overstated. Just a SELECTION:

PATRICK: "One of my favourite compliments that I ever get, is, 'Oh yeah, fuck Pete, you're the thing, you're the star. I'm like, 'Dude. That's my best friend. What the fuck are you talking about? That's not a compliment to me. That offends me. You just put him down'. I think people really love controversy and would really love to see me be jealous of him, but I'm not. I'm proud of him.

And I have plenty of my glory too and Pete's proud of me"

PATRICK: “I could not see this dude for six months and know exactly what he's thinking and I think that's why we're so tight. Petey Wentz could go totally insane and move to the jungle but I'm still going to know how he's going to react when I see him. There's so much stuff that's unspoken. There's so much stuff that we know about each other that we don't know about each other, that we just know intuitively."

PETE: "Definitely he's the only person that I feel comfortable criticising both my lyrics and a lot of other stuff that I do; even if somebody else wants to tell me something it's probably easier if it goes through him.

He gets to read the unfiltered things that I write so he probably knows more about me than anybody. He gets to read it all and pick a little bit that the rest of the world gets to see."

A THEORETICAL QUESTION: WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS IF THERE WERE NO FALL OUT BOY?

PATRICK: “I could see us being any number of things. The key is no matter what, if we were ever exposed to each other, there would be begrudging respect, at very least.”

SO IF PATRICK'S THE ARCHEOLOGIST, ARE YOU THE RUINS?

PETE: "Ha-ha! That's probably over-dramatic, but it's going in the right direction. I think in general he's a moral compass for me. I think that I'm not necessarily a terrible person but sometimes I'm trying to figure that kind of shit out in the dark and it's good when someone kind of shines a light on you. There are very few people I take that kind of advice from."

PATRICK: "And it's weird too because I think I'm a very cautious type of person, and Pete takes a lot of risks so sometimes I get to be a lot riskier in what i do. Pete's got a lot more backbone than I ever had. Everything that he says he believes in... and that's very not me. I'm very unsure of myself most of the time. In as far as how we relate to other people we're nearly opposite in a lot of ways.”

SO THIS IMAGE OF PETE THE EXTROVERT AND PATRICK THE INTROVERT HAS BEEN EXAGGERATED BY THE MEDIA?

PETE: "I think so, it's not so much like oil and water."

PATRICK: “I never liked that analogy because oil and water don't need each other. They don't react, they have an adverse reaction: it's more like baking soda and vinegar; if you want to have that explosion, you need both of those things, and if you want a FOB song, you probably need both of us."

#peterick #fob #pq #like they’re CRAZY right??? all of this delivered so fucking casually?? I feel sick

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dramaticallytotal · 2 months ago

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"I'm Just An Assistant"

Another au where Noah was always an assistant instead of a competitor!

He had sent in his application as a dare from his sister Nisha, but his sister Neelima thought it was a job application and wanted to help him fill it out since the things he put as his skills weren't....work material. She thought Noah was just being nervous about filling out the resume since the last job he got was by total accident because he at six decided it was a good idea to hack a site he thought needed improvement. So Neelima put all the skills he had that she thought would be good for a job.

Turns out it wasn't a resume. It was an application for a reality TV show. Haha...Oops.

Well Noah wasn't mad, he tried and that was a lot more than he usually did so he counted it as a win until he got Chris McLean, former movie star and current reality TV host show up at his house. He had to take the "meeting" in his room because his grandma was, unfortunately, a fan of Chris's movies. Apparently, they were some of the first things she watched when they immigrated, and she was learning English. Once they were settled in his room (which he thankfully cleaned that day since his mom looked ready to smack him with the broom earlier that morning when she came in to tell him something and she almost tripped on one of his piles of books) Noah glared at the man and his...bodyguard?? The man was huge, but he was also wearing an apron and a chef hat, which kind of threw off the bodyguard guess.

"Well? I got the rejection letter, and I doubt you're the type of person to come do it in person as well without having a reason."

"Ooooo, snarky! Hear that Chef? The kids got snark."

"Are you surprised? I hardly hid who I was in the auditioned tape."

"Too true, dude. While we rejected you as a contestant, the resume-like portion of your application caught our attention. Or well, I guess I should say, my attention." Chris said in a tone that Noah guessed was supposed to garner gratefulness from him.

But something stuck out to him.

"Resume-like?"

"Yeah! I always carry copies of things. Here!"

Noah looked down to his application, and sure enough, part of it was filled out like a resume, and he immediately recognized Neelima's handwriting. He tried to explain that to Chris, but the dude was a stubborn ass! It took a lot of arguing, and Chris sweetening the pot for Noah to say yes to becoming Chris's personal assistant. Apparently, he recognized that Noah was way more qualified than an intern, so at least he was getting paid.

In the end, he got to stay in the fancy cabin with Chris and Chef, so he wasn't complaining (he may have complained a bit until he saw where the campers were staying). For the most part, he didn't interact with the campers except the rare occasions Chris needed him to get something for him before the cameras started rolling and he was in front of them. He stayed there at the campsite until things at Playa Des Losers started going to shit because the interns there apparently couldn't do their job, and some campers started fighting.

Chris got so frustrated he sent Noah to take care of things. Noah thought maybe it was a test of sorts, so he unfortunately had to put in effort. He was used to being in charge and delegating tasks, thanks to being his class president, and set about to do the same at the resort. Miraculously, the interns listened to him, and things started running smoothly. As for the campers, he decided they were in need of his wonderful self. Either to talk some sense into them or snark them for their choices.

He ends up making friends with the Eva girl, which is a surprise as he doesn't really have many friends. Then Izzy, which was a big surprise. Then the finale came, and he got to meet Owen, and somehow, they were fast friends.

Season two kicked off fast, and it was the season he unfortunately was seen by the viewers because Chris needed help with a challenge, and no intern was available, so it fell on him to pick up the slack. Apparently, the viewers liked him???? He doesn't know how, but Chris made him appear in front of the camera a lot more as a result.

Then season 3 was in full swing, thanks to the Dirtbags bait, which may or may not have been his idea. He had to appear on camera a lot more since he was somehow a fan favorite character. It was dumb but hey, he was getting paid. He at least got to interact with the contestants this season, which he was happy about, given he couldn't do it until people were eliminated season one and two. And he wasn't allowed to interact during the competition. This season, though, he got to as long as he didn't offer help or join an alliance. The perks of being a fan favorite, he guessed.

Heather and Duncan still tried to intimidate him for information, which he thought was stupid. Like, have they never met him??? Of course, it didn't work, and of course, he knew they wouldn't give up. He was happy he could talk more openly with Owen, Izzy, and Eva. He did talk to more people, but they were the ones he found himself talking with the most, which meant he was around the new competitor Alejandro a lot.

He knew what he was about. He sometimes had to watch the confessions as punishment for pranking Chris with Chef. So he knew how Alejandro worked. So why was the guy flirting with him???

Did he really think his moves would work on him and he would help him in the competition???

Pathetic.

Except the guy is really smart, and they have very interesting discussions and debates.

Sad.

Except the guy is ridiculously attractive and maybe sort of Noah's type.

Desperate.

Except the guy makes time to search out Noah every day and have chats with him. Whether it be something small like what Noah is reading to swearing to him that any flirting he sees is for the game.

Silly.

Except...Noah may be falling for him.

_______

Au, where Noah was always an assistant and Alejandro falls for said assistant like immediately. He sees the other competitors are familiar with him and decided to ask Courtney about him since Courtney is one of the only people on this plane who can hold a normal conversation.

"Sorry to disturb you, Courtney, but I was simply curious as to who that is beside Chris?"

"Hm? Oh, him. That's Noah, Chris's babysitter - oops, I mean personal assistant. Don't bother trying to get answers or hints from him. He's a snarky ass." (Courtney holds a grudge from past seasons. From Island because Noah threatened to sue her! Her! For "destruction of property." In Action because he was definitely playing up the demands she made after she came back. It painted a target on her back).

Alejandro with heart eyes already: "Oh."

#alenoah #total drama world tour #tdwt #td alejandro #td noah #td izzy #td eva #td owen #tdwt headcanons #td headcanons

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zarnzarn · 4 months ago

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Dreamling Bingo E2: Role reversal! Angst and Fluff ahead <3

“He, um-” Matthew says from the windowsill, shifting awkwardly. “He says he'll come back as per your previous agreement. Whatever that means.”

“Yeah, okay,” Hob says faintly into the curve of his arms where he's slumped over the table. He's too numb to feel the heartache. “You can go.”

“Uh,” Matthew says, with a flap of wings that brings his voice closer. Dream's friend, not Hob's, he has to remind himself, even as his heart pangs as the other doesn't leave. “Did you two… fight? You don't sound good, man.”

“Yeah, we fought,” Hob says vaguely, staring at the kitchen tap. “I'll be alright.”

“Buddy, what the fuck, you really don't sound good,” Matthew sounds alarmed. “Look, is there someone we can like, call over for a bit, I don't think you should be alone-”

“I'm not going to kill myself over a bad breakup, Matt,” Hob sighs. “And no, we can't call anyone. I just made half the faculty watch Professor Rob skid over a cliff and burst into flames.”

“Dude,” Matthew says after a moment. “That's fucked up. You do realise people are gonna fucking mourn you, right?”

“Wow, really? Thank you for teaching me, Matthew, I couldn't possibly know this at six hundred years old,” Hob rolls his eyes as he pushes himself to his feet. “And no, I had to fake it, before you ask. Got too attached here, set too many roots down… people would come looking.”

“Like that guy from Megamind,” Matthew offers weakly, and Hob snorts. “But, like. What if the boss comes looking and you're not here?”

“He'll survive,” Hob packs up the last of his books and kicks the remaining ones under the bed as a fun surprise for the next tenant. “Find another human to amuse himself with, I suppose.”

“What on earth happened?” Matthew asks, baffled.

Hob pauses and looks down at his packed box. Shrugs. “I don't know. One minute we were talking, next minute we were arguing and then he… said that-”

His throat closes up and he shakes his head, grabbing the last backpack. Everything else is sent ahead, except this one bag of essentials and items he can't afford to lose. Eleanor's locket is in there, and Dream's bracelet was supposed to be there too- the only gift he'd ever gotten from the other, the only physical proof that he actually existed- except he threw it in a box in a moment of spite and let it go on with the other things.

“Dude, uh, listen, I don't know if-”

“Bye, Matthew.” Hob closes the door and steps out into the night, grabbing his bike as he goes. It probably doesn't warrant all that much of an intricate, convoluted getaway, considering most people don't really go looking for a dead person- but he'll feel better covering his tracks. Especially since he no longer has a mysterious, powerful stranger on his side that he can sort of rely on to eventually come for him.

Hah. On the bright side, though.

He's always wanted to try lycanthropy.

He smells the newcomer before he hears him.

The wolf’s ears prick up, turning to stare out at the night sky, lit up by the stars. He breathes in the scent on the wind to be sure, then springs out the den, breath misting in the cold winter air.

The newcomer is loping around aimlessly, looking droll and tired as he trots by the riverbank, looking this way and that. Whatever he's searching for, he won't find it- not this late in the season, when everything's asleep or dead.

Still. It's his territory, so the wolf jumps out of the bushes with a growl and charges.

The strange dark wolf doesn't yelp or scramble away at the aggression like he'd expected, instead freezing in shock, making him crash full force into the intruder and sending them both to the ground.

The intruder still doesn't run when he's down and incapacitated, just lies there and stares up stupidly. The wolf bares his teeth, growling, and that seems to finally get some reaction, a hint of a tail going between his legs, ears going back in fear.

Good. He's the bigger wolf amongst the two of them, the other should-

Hob Gadling.

He stops, ears pricked up as he scans around for another creature. Feels his own ears go back in unease when no one else is there, only the odd stranger, staring at him silently.

He snaps his teeth, unsettled, and finally the stranger reacts like he should, scrambling out of his way as he chases him off, growling and snarling all the while.

He stops when he reaches the edge of his territory, chest heaving. The black wolf is still there, slinking between the trees, staring at him.

Good enough. He doesn't have energy to waste. The wolf trots back to his den and goes back to sleep.

AO3

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling bingo #my fic #matthew #the sandman #it took all fucking day. bone apple teeth jfc

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twohearts-hs · 8 months ago

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Always & Forever Five - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 4.8k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis;: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Cannabis, Light Smut & Angst. More warnings will come throughout the series.

|| Masterlist for Series ||

Hope you enjoy :)

June 2012

Was she that drunk? Who knew? However, when she woke up, she did not feel like a truck hit her, rather she was tired and a little slow, but it was fine.

Her eyes fluttered and she smelled fresh brew coffee. Then she felt someone stroking her face. Eyes opening gently, she peered to see Marshall sitting on her bed stroking her face.

“Is it nine already?”

“It’s ten. Thought you needed to sleep a little longer. I definitely did.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and rolled over to look at the clock and it indeed in bright red digits said 10:12 a.m. However, a groan came from her as she rolled over to the other side.

“Undress and come in,” she whispered.

Marshall chuckled but shook his head. “That sounds tempting but I brought coffee and breakfast.”

“Food,” she whispered in disgust.

“You need to eat.”

“Just sleep with me.”

He did not want to say this, but he did, “Aren’t you meeting Jake at three?”

“Fuck.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to go.”

“If I don’t, I will miss a hot rockstar.”

“You have a hot hip-hop star in front of you.”

“Yeah, but this hip-hop star doesn’t want to make me scream,” she whispered almost inaudible but he heard it.

“You think that dude can make you scream?” he quipped. “He is like a child. Baby-faced and all teenage-boy like.”

“He is twenty-six, thank you and he is chiselled and hot.”

“I see,” he said as she rolled back over to see him sitting on her bed. It was not worth it to fight it. Y/N pushed herself up onto her elbows as she looked at her friend.

“Take the hood off and let me see your pretty face. Hat too.”

Marshall chuckled and took his hood off and hat, placing it on her head.

“Better,” she mused with a grin. “I am supposed to work at 1 today,” she stated realising all of a sudden. “Fuck, I can’t see Mr. Rockstar.” Marshall pursed his lips, halting his smile. He did not want to admit he had glee for this news. “Where is my phone?”

Y/N found her phone on the floor, plugged in.

9:43 a.m.

From unknown: Hey, its Jake…again. Thinking of the Broken Cup for coffee today! Hope you’re not too hung over.

She felt so guilty.

10:21 a.m.

To Jake: Hey. I totally forgot I am supposed to work today at 1pm. Off at nine if you want to grab a bite?

From Jake: No worries! I have practice then :(. Tomorrow?

To Jake: I have work…AGAIN. Thursday?

From Jake: Recording till 7pm then free.

To Jake: Friday?

From Jake: Playing a show. Wanna come? We can grab a drink before?

To Jake: Deal! Can I bring a friend…not to the drink but to show?

From Jake: As long as it’s not that dude from last night.

To Jake: It’s the chick I was with before you scared her off.

Marshall cleared his throat and Y/N glanced up.

“If you would like to know I am not seeing Rockstar till Friday. We are grabbing one drink,” she held up a finger, “and I am going to his show.”

He slowly nodded but he could not care less…about Jake. Not about the situation. A piece of him despised the situation.

“Want to eat something? Please eat something.”

Marshall got up and pulled her out of bed. However, she was in underwear and a tee shirt. Y/N did not care until she looked down.

“Let me put something on,” she whispered running to her closet. Finding a pair of sweats, she pulled them on before looking at the kitchen to see a brown paper bag.

“It’s from my favourite restaurant,” he stated as he walked to it.

Y/N settled on the barstool as he placed a coffee in front of her. “Two sugars and creams,” he hummed. “And I did not know what to get for food, so I got na omelette as that is what you ate at my house yesterday and…” he was rambling he realised.

“Perfect,” she replied, “let me know how much I owe you and for the Chinese.”

He glanced up from opening the bag as she brought the coffee to her lips. “You don’t owe me anything,” he stated.

“Fine. I will buy dinner next time,” she stated, “and breakfast. You cannot argue with me.”

She did not need to do that; however friends buy each other dinner. Friends share.

“Deal.”

Marshall placed the plastic container in front of her as he searched the small kitchen for cutlery before finding them. He settled beside her with his own meal in front of him.

“I bought the girls breakfast too,” he stated.

“And you saved yours to dine with me? I am spoiled,” she quipped.

He chuckled. “Feel honoured.”

“God, I feel extremely honoured.”

“Good.”

She looked over at him and smiled. He was a pretty man and she admired him. Y/N bumped her shoulder against his and mumbled her thanks as she ate her meal.

They chatted during their meal. Y/N asked him about his weekend plans and he said that he might pop to the studio later, but he was unsure. They chatted before her phone lit up with her mother calling.

“I told you, she calls every day,” she stated, “want to meet my mom?”

His face fell. Mom? Her mother. The woman who raised her…

“What I meant is can I mention you to her? I can tell her I have a good friend named Marshall.”

“I would like that.”

Y/N answered the phone call. It lasted three minutes but it was enough for her. Small talk was said until Y/N said, “I am just having breakfast with my friend, Marshall.” The phone was on speaker as she ate.

“Marshall!” she exclaimed. “A man?”

“Yeah,” Y/N chuckled. “My friend, Marshall.”

“When did Marshall come in your life?”

“Recently. We met and we hit it off and he bought me breakfast.”

“That is very nice of Marshall.”

“M, want to say, hi?”

“Hi,” he exclaimed, “I’m Marshall.”

“Did Marshall stay over?”

A blush rose to her cheeks. “No. Marshall picked me up from the club last night and dropped me home which was very nice of him. Went home and then he bought me breakfast and refused for me to pay him back.”

“Buy him a bottle of Canadian whiskey in thanks. Always solves the debt.”

She chuckled awkwardly. “He doesn’t drink. Teetotaler. Anyway, spoiled here. Meira ditched me but I wined with a lovely guitarist and I am going on a date with him on Friday.”

“Oh! That is exciting. You can tell me more later but enjoy your time with Marshall. Much love.”

“Bye, Mama.”

“Bye, you two!”

“Every day she calls?” he pipped.

“Every single day. Get used to it.”

The two of them ate their breakfast before Y/N cleaned up. He watched as she threw the containers into the trash and then placed another pot of coffee on. She flowed so effortlessly through her kitchen. He admired her. Watched her.

“If you’re free tonight. Like after work,” he began, “wanna swing by the studio?”

“I would,” she stated as she grabbed her clothes from the bathroom, she ripped off last night and threw them into the laundry basket, “but I have a paper due Tuesday. I need to get started on it.”

“Do it at the studio.”

“Rap music and art history…don’t mix, buddy,” she stated.

“Don’t call me buddy,” he mocked.

“Bro. Homie. Sport. Champ. Mate. Pal-“

“Enough.”

She chuckled. “I am going to quickly shower and then get dressed.”

He nodded.

Y/N walked to her bathroom and stripped down to bare. Placing the shower on, she waited for a moment for it to heat up before she walked in. It was quick shower not a everything showers but enough to properly clean her face and to get rid of the sweat.

“Marshall?” she called.

“Yeah?”

Y/N stood in the bathroom naked. She did the laundry yesterday and totally forgot to grab a towel.

“Can you grab me a towel?” she asked. “It’s in the corner by the door.”

Marshall walked around the kitchen to the door where the closet was. He grabbed a pink one before walking to the door to the bathroom. He knocked.

Y/N’s head popped out before her hand appeared. “Thanks, you’re a star.”

He nodded before settling back to the kitchen. He glanced around and spotted the several textbooks on the coffee counter with her art books. Her bookshelf had classics from Jane Austen to Charlotte Brontë. Then she had a music collection beside it. Records of all forms of states. Old and new.

He flicked through them…rock and roll. The Rolling Stones, Cream, Led Zeppelin, Guns N’ Roses, Fleetwood Mac, Blondie, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pink Floyd…and newer ones like Lana Del Rey, Coldplay, Green Day, Blink-182, Radiohead, The Strokes…she had such a beautiful music taste. Then he found it…and his smile grew…The Eminem Show from 2002. She had his record. A vinyl.

Y/N appeared in a towel as she looked through her closet.

“Your music taste is phenomenal,” he stated.

She looked over her shoulder, “Oh yeah, love music.”

“I also love how you have this,” he pulled the vinyl from the container and held it up. It did not look new. It looked old with rough edges and peeling paper…definitely loved.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder again and saw the album. “Oh my God, I forgot I had that,” she stated as she walked towards him in her towel. “It is my mom’s. I stole it when I was fifteen and added it to the collection.”

Marshall chuckled. “Here,” he said, walking over to her desk and grabbing a Sharpie. She watched as he signed the record.

“I am flattered,” she stated, “Eminem signed my rusty old record for the dinosaur age.”

“Dinosaur age?” he mocked. “Take that back!”

She threw her hands up in surrender but quickly resulted to throwing them back down as her towel slipped. Half of her breast was flashed…just above the nipple. “You got lucky,” she quipped, “let’s call it even.”

Marshall chuckled as she went back to her closet. Jeans and the red shirt she wore for the diner with Ted’s logo on it. Y/N pulled underwear on under the towel before dropping it. Her back was to him, but he could not help but look. Her body was beautiful with curves and perfection. Y/N pulled a sports bra on and threw her jeans and shirt on before turning around to see him quickly glanced away.

She did not care instead she quickly Dutch-braided her hair in two and then threw on some light makeup. Marshall sat on her couch as they chatted.

“Do you have summer plans?” he eventually asked.

“Yeah. Going back home at the end of July. My grandparents have a place on the water and a boat, so we are going fishing,” she stated. “I am only gone for two weeks.”

He nodded. “That’ll be nice.”

“Yeah! You?”

“Working on the album. Hailie graduated which is crazy therefore I will help her move to dorms in August.”

“Lovely,” she quipped as she walked around the apartment packing her bag for work. Marshall watched her.

“Y/N,” he pipped.

“Yeah?”

“I am not mad at you anymore,” he said. Y/N stopped in her tracks to look at him. “About last night.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I was the fool. I was stupid. You asked for me to give you updates and I was consumed with the attention of another guy. Then I made you take-“

“You did not make me. I chose to.”

“I don’t want to trigger or upset you on your sober journey.”

“Y/N. I am not bothered by people being drunk. I have daughters…who have gone to high school parties, and I have had to pick them up. I go to events where alcohol is served. I don’t mind as long as you don’t force me or rub it in my face.”

“Ok.”

“I care for you. I have a lot of devotion to you.”

“Its likewise, M. I care for you deeply.”

Marshall dropped her off at work at one o’clock before going to the studio. They texted throughout the day but mainly, she continued to text Jake.

She could not wait till Friday.

Y/N did not see Marshall for the rest of the week. He texted and reached out, but she was busy finishing her classes and writing the final papers before going to work. However, they kept in touch. She did miss him.

Friday came around. Y/N stood in front of the closet naked and confused on what to wear. Drinks. It was drinks at the bar downtown and then she was meeting him at a show. What could she wear in the event of this? Her hair was done in simple curls and her makeup was finished. However, she stood in front of the closet.

What the fuck does she wear?

Pants? Skirt? Dress?

She had twenty minutes to get changed before she needed to catch the bus. Eventually, she settled on ripped jeans and a The Rolling Stones band tee from an old tour she collected. She threw her hair into a pony and grabbed her hoop earrings before rushing out the door.

Jake was sitting in the bar. He was settled in the booth in the corner patiently waiting for her. She was not late. She was on time. However, a whiskey sat in front of him.

He wore jeans and a linen button-up that was not fully button. His chest was shown lightly as he had pendants that hung. His hair was pulled back in a lower bun. A cutie, he was.

“Hey, you,” Y/N pipped as she stood in front of the booth. Jake looked up and instantly smiled. He got up and hugged her lightly before settling down in the booth.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Good. Really good.”

Never in her life had she seen a rock and roll show like that. The fireworks, the sound, the riffs, the show…the people, the sound…the lights. It was a throwback. It was as if old rock and roll came back to life, and she was enamoured by it. A smile glistened her face throughout it all and he played with such fire.

The way his fingers danced along the neck as his hand-picked the notes, he played with ferocity. He was above talented and she could see why they won American Idol and why they got signed with Interscope. It is a show. It was entertainment.

Now, she was backstage. Jake’s arm was around her shoulders as he pressed a sweaty kiss to her cheek.

“How did you like it?”

“It was,” she could not find the words, “wonder.”

“Meet my brothers,” he said as he brought her further backstage. There stood three guys in similar suits. “Josh my older brother,” he stated, “and vocalist. Sawyer my little brother the bassist,” he introduced, “and Logan the drummer who is also little brother.”

She hugged each one of them.

“This is Y/N,” he said, “my…date,” he said with confidence.

“Hi!” she pipped. “Wonderful show. I have not seen a concert like that since I went to Green Day.”

They all smiled.

“Want a beer, Y/N?” Josh said.

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

A few drinks later and nearing midnight, Y/N was having a grand of a time. Laughter and smiles were shared. They sat in a bar now sharing stories. She was happy and having the time of her life. She felt the alcohol lightly. A little tipsy but not drunk. She knew her surroundings, she knew her choices but as the night grew older, she knew it was time for her to go home.

Another round of beers was shared as they all joked around and chatted. However, Y/N glanced at her phone to see the time – 12:21 a.m.

She had work at eight on Saturday which meant she should go back home.

When the laughter died down, she leaned into Jake. “I have to go. I work early.”

He hummed. Arm over her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Wanna share a cab?”

She nodded as they bid their farewells and got into the cab. Jake placed his hand on her thigh innocently as he leaned over.

“We could have a night cap?” he mused.

She closed her eyes. “If we have a night cap…I would have three and then you would end up in my bed which is dangerous,” she whispered back. “I work at eight in the morning. I need to go to bed.”

“When you’re off?” he mused, flicking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Eight.”

“Twelve hours?”

She nodded.

“What are you doing tomorrow night? I had a good time seeing you and I would like to see you again.”

“Nine at my place tomorrow? I can make you dinner.”

“Deal,” he said as he bit his lip lightly.

They hugged goodbye as she walked into her apartment. Toeing her shoes off, a smile was graced across her face. He was something. Something good.

Y/N hadn’t seen Marshall since that last Saturday and she felt guilty for not keeping up. She learnt he is not a fan of texting and rather would call. However, when he texted her around one p.m. on Saturday about asking if she wanted to have dinner at his place, she had a inner debate.

Jake or Marshall?

She chose Jake.

2:12 p.m.

To Marshall: Sorry, love. Got plans with Jake tonight. Tomorrow? I am off at 3pm?

From Marshall: Ok. Having lunch with the girls. Will let you know.

Jake came over at exactly nine o’clock to her apartment. She watched him take off his shoes as he wandered around the studio apartment. Y/N turned on the lamps creating dim lighting as she opened the bag of take out from the diner.

“I was lazy and ordered. Perks for having a discount at the diner,” she stated.

Jake paused his wandering to look at her. “That is fine.”

“Want a drink?” she pipped.

His eyes glanced around the room, seeing the artistic décor and the series of records hanging and the murals that covered the white wall.

“You never mentioned you’re an artist,” he stated.

Y/N shrugged. “I told you I study art.”

“Studying art and doing art are different things,” he pipped.

“It never came up,” she hummed as she opened the cupboard to grab the bottle of gin. “I’m having a G&T, want one?”

Jake nodded, sitting down on the couch and grabbing her sketchbook on the counter. He flipped through it as she came closer to him with drinks and food. It was comfortable seeing him across from her, with her book open.

His eyes narrowed at all the pictures. “Everyone is naked.”

“I think nudity is beautiful.”

He flipped again and saw a picture she drew yesterday. It was a memory of last week with Marshall watching him sleep. She drew his tattoos perfectly and his facial expression like a photograph. Jake narrowed in trying to put the face with a name.

“Are these all-real people?”

“Yes.”

“People, you know?”

“Yes.”

“Then who is this?” he asked, turning the sketchbook over to her.

“My friend.”

“The one from the club?”

She nodded.

“He is just a friend?” he asked.

“Only my friend.”

“Then why did you draw a picture of him sleeping?”

“I slept over.”

“Why?”

“Why all the questions?”

“Because,” he sighed, “I like you. I want something with you. Something serious.”

“He is my friend. I slept over as I fell asleep on his couch.”

“You slept in the same bed as him?”

“I would do the same if he was a woman. Plus, it was before I met you,” she explained. Y/N got up and walked to her record collection and brought a Fleetwood Mac vinyl onto the record player. Dreams began to play.

“We all have a history,” he said.

“Marshall and I don’t have history. We are friends.”

“Then I believe you,” he said, and she smiled.

Y/N sat down on the couch, leaning back and curling her toes under her. He was respectful, giving her space and not asking too many questions but enough to know if she was serious too.

If Jake had a girl friend who he slept with, she would have questions too.

They began to talk more. How he grew up three hours North of here in a small town and never thought he would leave. He had humour, he was kind, and she would say there was a sadness to him that he won’t disclose.

“Do you smoke?” he asked later on in the night. Their takeout was eaten and a few drinks were drunk.

“Like cigarettes or cannabis?”

“Both?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N changed into sweats and a white tank top before settling back on the couch. “I don’t mind a joint here and there.”

However, it seemed like he did not hear her comment, rather he was focused on her tits.

“Eyes up here, handsome.”

“I can see your nipples.”

“And if you sweet talk me a little more you might get to see other parts.”

He chuckled. “I will keep that in mind.”

“Do you want to smoke?” Y/N asked.

They shared a joint, giggling as they talked about nothing. She had Rumours in the background and slowly, she got up, arms out for Jake to take. He chuckled.

“Dance with me,” she hummed.

He rose a brow.

“Come on. It will be fun. Get your party on rockstar.”

Finally, he took her hands and twirled Y/N around. She giggled, throwing her head back as he led the way. It was ballroom dancing, twirling and ducking her. It was a thrill. They shook their asses and danced around like idiots.

All one could hear was laughter and both of them felt so good.

Y/N had no laughed like that in ages and as the night went on, she realised how good Jake was. He was funny and fun. He was a flirt. He was a thrill.

ake grasped her hands, pulling her in before pressing his lips to hers. She paused, pulling away for a moment.

“Shit, Y/N,” he exclaimed. “I thought we were having a moment and-“

Y/N cupped his cheeks, bringing his lips to hers again. He tasted like gin and weed. The kiss was slow, wrapping her arm around his neck as he picked her up.

“Jake,” she moaned.

“Shhh.”

They kissed as he held her against the wall. Her hands ran through his hair as their lips moved. It was not rushed or sweaty or hot. It was not full of lust. Simply, it was a kiss filled with wonder and curiosity. Eventually, they stopped.

“I-I,” she stuttered. “I think you should go,” she whispered.

He shook his head and smirked. “I agree. Should I go here?” Jake hummed, kissing her jaw. “Or here?” he kissed her neck.

Jake was beautiful and he made her feel something in that moment that she could not describe. It was the feeling of…”Oh finally” if that made sense. However, she was uneasy.

A piece of her felt like this was wrong.

However, she pushed that feeling aside and kissed him again as they sat on the couch, his hands cupped her ass as their lips slowly tangled. They were smiling in the kiss, laughing in between then finally when she pulled away, Y/N gazed into his eyes.

“I want to know the secrets behind your orbs,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You hold secrets.”

“We all have them.”

“I know, but you’re a very mysterious creature,” he stated.

Y/N rolled off of him and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. However, Jake followed her, standing behind her in the kitchen. His arms wrapped around her as he began to press kisses along her neck, pushing her tank top up.

“Jake,” she whispered, “we can’t.”

Jake rolled his head back groaning. Y/N turned around and trapped him between her and the counter.

“I want to taste you,” he said with confidence.

It felt wrong. Ever since Marshall touched her the other week, the idea of another man touching her… was scary and wrong.

Suddenly, she had goose bumps run through her and panic strike.

“We need to stop,” she said, pushing past him and walking away.

Jake watched. “I am sorry. I misread the situation. We can go slow. I am sorry I overstepped,” Jake rambled, reaching out and rubbing her back in comfort. “What can help calm you down? Wanna talk? Draw?”

She glanced up and nodded.

“Draw?” he asked.

“Can I draw on you and we talk? I like your company.”

“On me? Like give me temporary tattoos?” Y/N nodded. “Ok.”

Jake took his t-shirt off, and her breath hitched. He was gorgeous, sculpted…abs and muscles built and thick. Slowly, she ran her finger down his abs.

“Y/N,” he whispered, and she glanced up, “please do not think you are not special. You are very special.”

A small smile came from her. She needed to hear that.

Jake laid down on couch, hand behind his head as she began to take the Sharpie and drew on him. Every time she touched him, a blush rose to her cheeks.

“What was Ladysmith like growing up?” he asked.

“Small,” she whispered, “everyone knew everyone. However, no one left. Everyone would come back to Ladysmith if they leave. My mother was a hippie and lived the life of peace, love and sex on the coast but even her came back.”

“Do you think you will go back?” he asked looking at her.

She was focused on her drawing. “I don’t know. Depends on where I go, who I meet.”

“What about Marshall?”

“Marshall is from Detroit. He won’t leave even for me.”

“You love him,” he whispered.

“I have love for him. I am not in love with him.”

“No,” he whispered, “women and men can’t be friends. He loves you and you love him.”

“I have known him for like a month.”

“Oh. He is older?”

“Yeah. Thirty-nine.”

“You like older?”

“I like people.”

“What does Marshall do?”

“Why all the questions?”

“Because the girl I like is in love with another man. Got to know the competition.”

“He is an artist like you and me.”

“I am not an artist not like you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Some people are artists while others are art themselves.”

Jake smirked. “I am art?”

Y/N nodded. “You’re beautiful, Jake.”

His eyes and face fell. She hit it…an insecurity. She watched as his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

“Jake, you are art. I am sitting here, graffitiing on a piece of art. You are rare. Sculpted like David by Michelangelo.”

He bit his lip.

“And these scars,” she whispered touching his ribs which created him to shiver, “are the details that make you priceless.”

Y/N continued to draw on him as he told her facts about his life or random details. They debated on topics about the world and by three in the morning, his chest, shoulders and arms were covered in her artwork.

Jake stood in her bathroom in front of the mirror as he looked over his body. His face was still no emotion and suddenly, she was nervous and anxious. Did he not like it?

He turned to her smiling as he took her hand, pressing it against his chest.

“You’re talented.”

She chuckled. “They are just doodles.”

“No. Masterpieces. I am now tempted to live my rockstar life and get tatted.”

Jake watched himself in the mirror as he held her hand against his chest, dragging it up and down. She watched the goose bump rise on his skin and his lip trembled.

“Who broke you?” she found herself whispering.

“I am not broken.”

“You have scars in your eyes.”

“And you do too.” Jake pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her as they rocked.

Y/N pulled away, confidence growing as she removed her tank top. Her breasts fell and Jake sucked a breath in. He was mesmerised, fingers grazing her skin.

“It is only fair. You’re shirtless so I am too.”

Jake quickly scrambled taking his pants off as well and stood in his boxers and socks. She followed.

“You’re gorgeous.”

As their lips met, she fell for him. Deep and hard. They formed a relationship that night. They were not quite together but they were borderline. He was a fantastic lover, pleasuring her ways she never thought she could be pleasured.

Beauty, he was and she fell for him.

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 5 :)

Love to hear your thoughts and opinions.

Much love,

Ava

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months ago

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One small step for man…

One giant leap for Dieter Bravo

Based on this Moodboard created by the wonderful @secretelephanttattoo that she made for the Get Dieter Sober event to celebrate @bitchesuntitled ‘s milestone! 😎 ❤️

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The only thing that can motivate Dieter Bravo better than sex or an interesting script is a grudge. Who cares if we’re talking about space? If Bravo can finally one-up Leonardo DiCaprio, he’ll take his chance, no matter the effort. Turns out it was good for him in the long run.

Warnings: Nerdie style bad humor, various celebrity mentions, no specified ages for Edna and Fred but assume they’re sixty-five and over for the plot, a goat (because when I write Dieter, 8/10 times he will have a goat), space?, DiCaprio slander and implied drug and sexual activity just not in detail, also BBQ.

Word Count: a little under 1.3k

Notes: El suggested that a crack fic should be written and leave it to a five hour plane ride for inspiration 🤣 So here we are. She did look it over and laughed so that’s really all it took for me to post it. 🥰 There’s no reader, just two OCs Edna and Fred who are living the life we want to live honestly.

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The only time Dieter Bravo thought of space is when he would stare up at the stars naked with only his fluffy grey robe on and yellow crocs on in his backyard. It’s normally when he needs to take five from whatever party/orgy/gathering/sex toy exchange he’s decided to have this week.

There had been a recent announcement that NASA was looking for Oscar winners to sent into space to not only find a new planet for earthlings to live but also negotiate and exchange information with any extraterrestrials they may come across. Given the deceptive skills and adaptive vibes actors have, there a buzz about who may be selected to fly out into unknown reaches with a crew of astronauts. Hallie Berry and Jamie Lee Curtis had already been selected and for men, there was one slot left as (insert some dude’s name) was announced. There were still six months left and more male Oscar winners were throwing their hat into the ring.

One name irked Dieter beyond all reason given that he actually a nice guy, but Bravo deserves it more than him: Leonardo DiCaprio. Doesn’t matter that he’s a stalwart advocate of green policies and climate change. Dieter should have been able to be in ‘The Wolf of Wall Street.’ It was basically written for him and the life he lives now. Though peering back at his home, he’s going to have to give this up for a while if he wants to be considers for the program. Leo only have to give up the liquor and twenty-five year olds. Dieter’s got to give up his wide array of drugs, though since he’s fine with men and women of all legal ages old and younger, he can just let the older women and men come at him. That one lady Edna pops her teeth out and hoo boy does she do some things with those gums. Fred is one guy who knows about those gams and if you know, you know. There’s always his trustworthy emotional support goat Cookie who’s white with black spots who gave a strong “baa!” When asked if he should give it a shot.

After the night’s festivities and clean up the next day, Dieter informs his team of his plan. They are shocked somewhat, they’re aware of his one-sided grudge and if it will motivate him off the drugs, they’re willing to lean all the way in. To ensure Bravo’s success, they do a through sweep of all his homes, cars and vacation spots. They also limit his contacts and ask Edna and Fred to stay with Dieter. They’re sure that the three of them are ducking but Dieter’s also learning some chess, shuffleboard, bingo, dominoes and some mandarin from Edna’s husband, rest his sweet soul. Cookie nibbled on everyone’s ankles and stayed looking cute as is her role.

It’s announced the next month that Dieter Bravo is going for the last Oscar space on the Galactic Noah’s Ark. Most think the choice is insane and mock in relentlessly but as time marches on, Dieter gains more supporters as he’s looking and feeling better. He also gets a lot of retirees and AARP members on his side as his two housemates interview with their magizine under the guidance of Dieter’s media team.

There’s memes, TikToks, interviews and a cribs episode showing off Dieter’s new healthy lifestyle and feature his two friends Edna and Fred. Edna is sunbathing naked and it had to be blurred out entirely but was still aired surprisingly. It was touted as support for not only all body types but representing older women who are just living life. Fred was cooking up some barbeque on a grill in his plaid shorts and orange sherbert polo shirt with dress shows on and a kiss the chef apron on. He told the interview that it’s been pretty cool getting to know Dieter over the years and that he had enough hair on his chest for the both of them. It garnered a laugh and they were asked what their families thought of them being in a throple with Doeter Bravo. Edna said it was pretty fun and she’d raised her children so it was her time. She should spend the twilight of her years, doing what she wants to do and then doing Dieter. She then called him a “nice young man who’s a cutie patootie.” Cookie let out a loud “baa!” As if to agree and went to eat some grass.

There were some that had an issue with the throple aspect saying that such a lifestyle should be sent into space, but it was argued that since Dieter was rather fluid in his sexuality it should bode well for communicating with other life forms. Debates continued while Dieter kept clean, worked with Paul Mesal and his trainer to get stronger and in better shape. The speculation was that maybe Paul was now added to the throple making it a square, and as many pundits called Edna ‘the luckiest damn woman on earth.’ Paul said that he’d love to be cool enough to be in the throple but when he’s stopped by and saw both Hallie Berry and Adria Arijona there, he said that he didn’t stand a chance. The two women were just there to visit Dieter as they’d worked with him on previous projects which their reps seconded. They did stay for a week though but mainly just to meet Edna and Fred who they thought were so amazing.

Paul visited again with Denzel Washington, his wife Pauletta who Bravo normally has tea with and it turns out Edna knows Pauletta from their old sorority. Public opinion was turning in Dieter’s favor as Leo was keeping a low profile. Well outside of breaking up with his girlfriend on her twenty-sixth birthday. That didn’t go over well.

The deadline was approaching for who would be selected out of the two men so the media decided they should have a sit down. It was to fill air time but Dieter Bravo was looking forward to it. He felt stronger, a little leaner but given the barebeque Fred cooks up and sweets Edna makes, he still has small belly. DiCaprio looks lean but has bags under his eyes from sleeping alone without his girlfriend and only his Oscar in the bed.

Both men were ask questions about what they would do if they encountered aliens, what to do to get along with fellow crew members, what they might eat in space, how they would establish and keep good vibes going and what kind of planet would they want to live on. The questions were going fine until Leonardo said that he felt sick during the sit down and had to go to the hospital. Given that he was so sick from not sleeping, it looked as though Dieter was the clear winner and was announced as such a week later.

Dieter Bravo is going into space over that pretentious prick!

A celebration party with sparkling wine, kool-aid, Edna’s sweet potatoes, Fred’s smoked pork shoulder and some Mac and cheese brought over by the Washingtons is has that evening. Did Dieter ever expect to be sober? No, but he didn’t expect it to be this full with friends either.

The Oscar winner is once again standing in his backyard while festivities occur inside, though they’re calmer and full of laughter instead of groans and sweaty bodies. He’s fully clothed, in his crocs, brown pijama pants and t-shirt holding Cookie and petting her. “I did it girl. I’m clear as a bell and going to space. I wonder of they probe or have tentacles. Who knows? But I’m going to find out. May the vibes be with us Cookie.”

May the vibes be with everyone but especially the following 😘:

@morallyinept @schnarfer @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @covetyou

@yopossum @whocaresstillthelouvre @toomanytookas @beefrobeefcal @trulybetty

@sin-djarin @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @604to647 @chaithetics

@inept-the-magnificent @djarinmuse @sunshinehaze1 @lotusbxtch @yorksgirl

@westside-rot @maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing

@littlemisspascal @pascalsanctuary @tinytinymenace @yorksgirl

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fairytales-and-folklore · 5 days ago

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Some Things Should Really Just Stay In The Vault

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: Some Things Should Really Just Stay In The Vault

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: "Stiles, you are not breaking into the secret Disney porn vault," Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes so hard he nearly gives himself a migraine. "That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd have to say, but here we are. This is my life now."

"Oh come on, sourwolf," Stiles snickers. "You can't tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious." "There isn't enough brain bleach in the world to scour the mental image of Mickey and Goofy doing the horizontal tango," Derek quips, a self-satisfied smirk twitching at the corners of his lips as Stiles barks out a laugh and settles back into the passenger seat. A few minutes tick by in companionable silence, and then Stiles is bolting upright, glancing over at Derek with a look of feigned innocence betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eye. "So…" he ventures with an air of casual nonchalance that fools absolutely no one. "You think they keep this vault on the premises, or—"

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"—and we have to ride Millennium Falcon: Smugglers Run because, I mean, obviously. If I have the chance to pretend to be Han Solo for even a couple of minutes, I'm gonna take it. Except — oh shit — I might not actually get to be the pilot first time around, since the roles are assigned based on your position in line in a group of six, so we might have to ride it a couple of times, just to be safe," Stiles chatters away from the passenger seat, eyes glued to a never-ending scroll of article after review after shoddy instagram video as he regales a begrudgingly fond Derek with details about every single game, ride, and food court in the newly-minted Star Wars theme park.

Derek had been planning this surprise birthday trip for months now, ever since Disney had announced the date of the grand opening. He'd managed to keep it a secret from Stiles all of five minutes, until the snarky little shit had snuck up behind him for a tackle hug, saw him ordering the tickets, and screeched at a decibel only dogs should be able to hear. And though Derek isn't nearly as big of a fan as Stiles is, he has to admit that some of the attractions sound pretty cool (though he'll be pointedly avoiding the blue milk, thanks.)

Stiles is off on another tangent about how blue milk apparently tastes like a cross between coconut rice milk and a fruity hi-chew (and Derek thought butterbeer was too sweet) when he lets out a burst of laughter so sharp and sudden that Derek nearly swerves into oncoming traffic.

"I'm sorry," Stiles gasps in between peals of laughter. "I'm so sorry, dude, it's just— I just found out some absolutely golden dirty Disney secrets."

"Oh?" Derek prompts with a raised eyebrow, leaning over to glance at the post pulled up on Stiles's phone.

"Okay, so," Stiles starts, straightening up in his seat and launching into researcher mode. "According to the accounts of some of their former employees, Disney's got this weird rule in their artists' contracts — essentially, everything they create while under their employ, even in their off-time, belongs to Disney."

"That's shitty," Derek scoffs, lips twisting into a sour expression.

"It is," Stiles agrees with a quick nod. "But joke's on them, because apparently, a lot of the artists ended up drawing some pretty NSFW stuff in their time — all of it done in the classic animation style of the movies and tv shows they were actively working on at the time."

"Everything?" Derek asks with a scandalized quirk of his eyebrows. "Even—"

"Snow White? Aladdin? Treasure Planet? Little Mermaid? Beauty and the Beast? Mickey? Goofy? Yup, I'm afraid so. You name it, there's a high likelihood there's porn of it," Stiles confirms, ticking each one off on his fingers and casting Derek a sympathetic frown as his face pulls into an expression like he's just sucked a lemon.

"But get this," Stiles barrels on, unable to contain his glee. "Per their policies, they've got to keep every piece of art ever crafted by their animators. Which means that Disney owns an entire collection of erotic artwork inspired by all the family-friendly content they've ever created, locked away in a secret vault. A vault, Derek. Think about that. Think about how much porn would have to be created to fill an entire vault."

"I'd really rather not," Derek grimaces.

"Oh come on, sourwolf, that's fucking hilarious," Stiles snickers. "You can't tell me you aren't at least a little bit curious."

"There isn't enough brain bleach in the world to scour the mental image of Mickey and Goofy doing the horizontal tango," Derek quips with a sardonic sigh, a self-satisfied little smirk twitching at the corners of his lips as Stiles barks out a laugh and flashes him a dazzling smile.

With a contented hum, Stiles settles back into the passenger seat and leans his head against the window to marvel at the rolling landscape, sunlight and city skylines mirrored in his eyes.

But of course, the nice peaceful moment doesn't last long. A few minutes tick by in companionable silence, and then Stiles is bolting upright, glancing over at Derek with a look of feigned innocence betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eye.

"So…" he ventures with an air of casual nonchalance that fools absolutely no one. "You think they keep this vault on the premises, or—"

"Stiles, no."

"Stiles, yes."

"Stiles, you are not breaking into the secret Disney porn vault," Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes so hard he nearly gives himself a migraine. "That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd have to say, but here we are. This is my life now."

"Oh come on, Derek," Stiles whines, tugging at his shirtsleeve. "I'm not saying you'd have to break in with me. Just, you know…be the lookout."

"No."

"You'd go down in history as the best boyfriend ever," he coaxes in a lilting, sing-song voice.

Derek raises one very unamused eyebrow in Stiles's direction.

"Okay, yes, obviously you already are," Stiles amends, flailing his arms in a dismissive motion. "But come on. A smutty Disney heist? Best. Birthday. Present. Ever."

"I am literally already taking you to Disneyland."

"Yes, but—"

"No porn vault," Derek asserts with a ringing finality.

"Fine," Stiles concedes with a theatrical groan, slumping down in his seat and admitting defeat. But then a wicked smile curls across his face as he recalls one wild, wolfsbane-infused round of Fuck, Marry, Kill where Erica had gotten Derek to admit to a long-time crush on a certain smoldering Disney prince, and breaks out his wildcard.

"Shame, though…" Stiles muses with a melodramatic sigh. "I'll bet they've got art of Flynn Rider."

Derek's knuckles whiten against the steering wheel, the tips of his ears tinged with a delicate shade of pink as he has war flashbacks, remembering all the devastatingly embarrassing details of that night. Moral of the story: never drink tequila.

The cabin of the Camaro is quiet for a few long moments, save for the gentle whoosh as cars pass them on the freeway, and then—

"…his name is Eugene, and I'm not saying I'll do it," Derek grumbles, but one look at Stiles's Cheshire Cat smile has him sighing in defeat.

And that's how they end up with a lifetime ban from the happiest place on earth, escorted off the premises by two burly security officers who merely laugh when Stiles asks if he can double back to collect their special edition Han and Leia themed Mickey ears hats, which he'd accidentally left on the floor of the not-so-secret porn vault. Derek has to physically carry Stiles back to the car, because no less than five minutes after they'd been given the boot, he's already got one foot in the fence and a half-cocked plan to break in and get them back.

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thepixelelf · 1 year ago

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do u know nct?? if so, jung jaehyun and cupid au?!!! if not then au where wonwoo is a regular dude and also the subject of a Prophecy against his best wishes? idk i hope these are fun!!!

I genuinely don't think I could characterize jung jaehyun if I tried... but I can do reluctant Normal Guy wonwoo!! I hope you like it :]

[mr chosen one] It's been three weeks and six days since Wonwoo met the most annoying person in the world. Three weeks and six days since Wonwoo's been able to relax. Three weeks and six days of your constant pestering.

You call yourself the oracle. Whatever the hell that means.

All Wonwoo knows is that you showed up at his workplace out of nowhere as the "social media manager". Why would a company that sells Tupperware need a social media manager? Wonwoo still doesn't know. He's pretty sure you just wormed your way in to complete your life's mission-- annoying the shit out of him.

The first day, you'd leaned into his cubicle and whispered, "Hey. You're Jeon Wonwoo, right?"

And when he hesitantly nodded, wondering how the hell you already knew his name since he was one hundred percent sure he'd have nothing to do with the company's social media, you beamed.

Smiled so bright he thought he might go blind, and said, "I knew I'd find you."

Ever since that first day, you've been telling him over and over again how he's supposed to save the world.

Step number 1: find the king -- whoever that is -- in the heart of the fire.

You haven't told him who the hell "the king" is because apparently, you don't even know. And the whole "heart of the fire" thing is fuzzy to you as well, even though you're the one who said that out loud in the first place.

Step number 2: behead the king.

Yeah. Sure.

"And where am I supposed to get the sword for that?" he asked you nonchalantly a week into your nonsense, his eyes not leaving the spreadsheet he was working on. "Amazon?"

You just shrugged. "You can get anything on Amazon."

Step number 3: bear the crown under the weight of stars.

Whatever that means.

"You can't just say no," you asserted two weeks in. "This is your fate."

"I'm good, thanks." Wonwoo poured himself a mediocre black coffee in the break room, where he'd gone in the hopes of avoiding you. He didn't offer you any.

You crossed your arms. "The world is at stake."

"If the whole world is about to explode, I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong guy."

Almost four weeks of this weirdness, and maybe Wonwoo should've gone to HR by now, but it sounds a little trivial, even to him.

Hey, HR, my coworker keeps telling me I'm part of a world-saving prophecy and is convinced I need to go on a journey. I want either for them to be fired, or a couple weeks off so I can go save the world. Thanks.

Yeah, no. Instead, Wonwoo just braces himself for another day of your pestering.

...Which doesn't happen.

At the halfway point of the first peaceful lunch break Wonwoo's had in weeks, he realizes he hasn't even caught a glimpse of you all morning. He revels in that feeling for a bit, almost embarrassingly gleeful to sit in silence and eat his cup-a-noodles.

Then the afternoon goes by, and you've still yet to meet your annoyance quota for the day.

Wonwoo is happy. Yes. This is good news.

You've finally gotten over your delusions, and he won't have to deal with you anymore.

He's poking his head in Seungkwan's cubicle before he realizes he's doing it.

"Oh, them?" Seungkwan says when Wonwoo asks about you. "They left. They told big boss man we had no reason to employ a social media manager in the first place and got themselves transferred to a sister company."

Wonwoo blinks. "What?"

"Shouldn't you already know? You guys were hanging out like every day."

After that, Wonwoo walks back to his desk in silence. Awkward silence.

Why doesn't he like the silence?

When he sits down, there's a yellow sticky note on his keyboard, which he swears wasn't there when he left.

He wouldn't recognize your handwriting, but he knows it has to be yours.

Fine. I'll behead the king myself.

Wonwoo pinches the note between his fingers, and he remembers the conversation he had with you just the day before.

"It sounds dangerous," he said, focusing on the photocopier in front of him.

"Oh, it will be." You were leaned against the doorjamb. Always close by. "You'll be dodging death at every curve in the road."

"Delightful. I think I'll sit this one out."

The note gets crumpled in Wonwoo's fist. He grabs his coat and takes swift steps toward the elevators.

"Where are you going?" Seungkwan calls out when he sees Wonwoo practically run past his cubicle.

Wonwoo presses the down button before he rethinks and moves to the doors to the stairwell. He yells back, "I have no idea!"

He really doesn't.

But you said all that stuff about fate-- if it's really meant to be him that saves the world...

His footsteps, in whichever direction, will take him to you. Through fate or whatever.

At least, he really, really hopes so.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo scenarios #jeon wonwoo x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #svt scenarios #jeon wonwoo imagines #svt x reader #svt imagines

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thebroccolination · 1 year ago

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SO ABOUT KRIST. \:D/

I'm not sure how many people have seen this photo or know the context behind it.

It was taken by a fan (see watermark) at the final episode premiere for Be My Favorite in August. After we finished watching the episode, Krist and Gawin walked down the aisles of the theater singing their duet, and then they went to the front stage to give their closing speeches. Most of us expected Krist to cry because it doesn't take a lot to make that happen on a normal day. But a fan event for a series that he put his heart and soul into? That he had resting on his shoulders since it was announced in late 2021? Certified, guaranteed, written in stone.

Even expecting it, though, didn't prepare me for seeing Krist cry in person. Especially when it wasn't the crying I'm used to seeing from him. I didn't even need to understand what he was saying to feel affected by it. Being in the theater, hearing him struggle to speak, assuming what he must be talking about, hearing how absolutely earnest every word was, that was enough.

I read the translation later. Krist was talking about Gawin. That he's always wanted the focus of the series to be on Gawin, because it was Gawin's first main role, and Krist felt like he'd taint it. In the past six months, Krist has said more than once that his greatest achievement from Be My Favorite was meeting Gawin. In another interview, he said he didn't care if no one watched the series because he has Gawin in his life now, and that means more to him than the success of his work. He said meeting Gawin changed him and made him grow up.

I always knew that Krist would be good for Gawin's career. From the moment I saw the casting announcement, I knew that Krist would do what he does with all of his friends and colleagues: promote him, hype him, celebrate him. I just had no idea how close they would become. That they would both find strength in each other, and that they would develop the incredibly close friendship they have now.

And, man…ever since I saw that photo up there where Gawin is listening with tears in his eyes as his close friend and admired senior talks about him with such affection and respect, my disappointment in everyone who continues to spread misinformed hate against Krist is so much deeper.

But it's also calmer.

Because it won't last.

Krist is so widely loved by the people in his life and the people he's worked with, and he's so effusively loving in return. And I think more and more people are starting to see that. He cares so intensely all the time and he allows so much of his vulnerability to show, and he listens to people.

So whenever I see people scoffing, "How does he even have fans?" I know they haven't actually looked into who he is. I know they watched a TikTok or a YouTube video with the same five things taken out of context and it just doesn't hold up when you actually see him.

Because this is who he is:

At MUSICON, he and Gawin did a meet and greet, and this fan shared her experience talking to Krist. She had so much she wanted to say, but she couldn't stop crying, and he patted her gently on the shoulder to comfort her. She said he kept kindly looking into her eyes while she spoke, and she finished by hoping more and more people get to know him.

He's one of GMMTV's top stars who makes eye contact with his fans and engages with them. He's popular enough that he could just coast during these fan events, but he wants to listen and interact with his fans. He remembers us.

And, like, I already did a whole thing about how he's not homophobic.

Like, seriously, he isn't. During his solo concert in Cambodia, he made a beeline to this fanboy and giddily danced with him the same as he did with the women in the audience. And he wasn't the only guy he danced with, either.

Krist also got hit on in an airport by a whole European dude years ago and he was delighted. The dimple came out to play and everything.

There comes a point when people who say "he's just pretending he isn't homophobic to make money" start to sound like they just really, really want Krist to be homophobic because otherwise they have been mercilessly tormenting him for years over misinformation they didn't care enough to look into.

The man described his love scene with Gawin in Be My Favorite as a piece of art. Like. I think it's abundantly clear that he's not the monster interfans invented just to throw knives at.

So anyway.

Back to Gawin.

I'm glad Krist has Gawin in his life. Gawin who sees him, who appreciates him, and who gives back just as much affection as Krist gives to him.

And who honest-to-God looks like he wants to protect Krist just as much as any of us do.

So yeah!

I like Krist.

I think he's neat. \:D/

(And I totally hope he'll let Gawin and Singto do a skit making light of all the ship wars during his concert next weekend. GawinSingto jokes, come to me.)

#be my favorite #krist perawat #gawin caskey #gawinkrist

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suzukiblu · 1 year ago

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Heyyyyy, who wants the expanded excerpt of that one WIP of mine with transfemme!Kon, two glorious and terrible Amazons, and familial soulmates that's behind this here read-more?? (( tw: internalized misgendering, unintentional misgendering ))

Kon just saved Lex Luthor's life, so that's kind of weird and unfortunate. Like, he's perfectly aware that Kal would've wanted him to do that and would've done it himself if he hadn't been too busy bashing on the robot minions of the latest morally dubious AI to need dropkicked out of Metropolis, but also now the whole stupid world is gonna know he's the kind of dumbass who wastes time saving Lex Luthor.

Specifically, wastes time saving Lex Luthor in the middle of a situation that has at least an eighty-five percent chance of being Lex Luthor's own goddamn fault, just to really rub it in.

Look, somebody had to have programmed that morally dubious AI.

Kon can't even enjoy the fact that Luthor's currently knocked out on the ground and both of the dude's super-hot and allegedly Amazonian bodyguards are on top of him. And considering that the one's all buttoned up in a sexy chauffeur uniform with semi-sheer stockings and the other's wearing a black minidress and strappy gold stilettos under a trenchcoat, and that they're both at least six feet tall and built like, again, actual Amazons, that is a lot to not be enjoying.

. . . although actually, he can't help but notice, they're weirdly not his type despite the fact that they're both absolutely gorgeous and also the fact that he pretty much just described the stars of at least the last three pornos he watched.

Very weird, Kon thinks, then attempts to get out from underneath said porn star bodyguards. The chauffeur-looking one–Mercy, he thinks her name is–cuffs him upside the head, then pulls out a gun that he cannot even imagine where she was hiding and takes aim at the nearest robot.

"Quit wriggling, brat, you'll throw off my aim," she orders, and then starts firing.

"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking Amazon?" Kon demands incredulously. Since when the fuck do Amazons use guns? Since when is that a thing?

"I am also not too stupid to see the benefits of high-velocity rounds," Mercy replies dryly without missing a shot. Every robot she hits immediately explodes. There is literally no reason a normal handgun should be causing that reaction, so Kon's just gonna assume that's not actually a normal handgun.

"Always with the high-velocity rounds," the other bodyguard–Hope, Kon's pretty sure?–snorts as she strips off her trenchcoat and reveals a truly improbable amount of absolutely flawless muscle packed into that skintight minidress that Kon, again, finds bizarrely just . . . not hot, somehow? And neither is Mercy's narrow-eyed look of concentration or the fact that they're both still on top of him.

Maybe he's coming down with something.

Admittedly, he's pretty sure they're only on top of him to keep him pinned down to be a useful meat-shield for their currently unconscious boss's much less invulnerable body, but Kon has found people who were repeatedly bashing him in the face with an I-beam or just straight-up about to murder him hot, so . . . yeah, definitely coming down with something. There's really no other explanation.

"Hmmm," Mercy says, eyeing the swarming robots that are very aggressively beelining for their position. Like, these robots are way too interested in their position for this whole stupid situation to not in some way be Luthor's fault, in Kon's opinion. "We need to clear some space."

"Then you should've packed a bigger gun," Hope says dubiously, dropping her trenchcoat on Kon's head.

"Fuck's sake," Kon mutters, then flattens his hands against the pavement, grabs every robot he can reach at once with his TTK, and rips them all to pieces in one burst.

It's not easy, but he at least nails a pretty respectable amount of them, so he's got that much. And also, like, about a hundred-yard radius without anything that's trying to murder them in it. So that's nice.

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

"You're welcome," Kon snipes. "Can I get up now?"

"No," Hope says as a fresh wave of robots rushes them. "Do it again."

"Whatever," Kon mutters, but he does. He's got better shit to do right now than argue with alleged Amazons of unexplained origins. Taking out as many damn robots as possible, specifically.

"That's convenient," Hope observes, inexplicably dropping a hand onto the back of Kon's neck and squeezing . . . approvingly, actually? "Good job, kid."

And that, bafflingly, still doesn't do anything to his dick.

Okay, so he's probably actively dying of radiation poisoning from, like, some kind of new stealth kryptonite that Luthor has in his pocket or whatever. Luthor would absolutely be the asshole to have stealth kryptonite in his pocket right now, ungrateful prick that he is.

Kon really doesn't have time to be worrying about that right now, though, so he just grabs another group of robots with his TTK and does what comes naturally as Mercy keeps firing at the ones in the air overhead and Hope keeps her hand on the back of his neck. It . . . still isn't doing anything to him?

Except it sort of is, just . . . not in a way that makes sense.

Kon really doesn't have time for this.

Mercy reloads her handgun. Hope squeezes the back of Kon's neck again. Rubs the pad of her thumb across his pulse, the gesture more absentminded than anything else.

Kon feels weird.

Then he rips apart every single fucking robot left on the ground.

Which is . . . a lot of robots.

Like. Way, way more robots than he actually should've been able to get a grip on. Or even reach.

"Uh," Kon says, blinking stupidly.

"Damn convenient," Hope says, then gives his neck a neat little pat of appreciation before dropping her hand away. Kon does not examine the part of himself that misses it, mostly because said part has literally nothing to do with his libido and he just can't make that fact make sense. "Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

"Oh, that hit was a slight improvement," Luthor says musingly as he gets to his own feet and finishes dusting himself off, clearly far more interested in watching Kal get knocked around by the aerial robots than anything else. Kon flips him off on principle. Mercy pistol-whips him for it. It doesn't really hurt, which bemuses him enough to lay off the rude hand gestures. She's an Amazon, probably. Almost definitely. Either way, she definitely could've made that actually hurt.

So that's weird.

Actually a lot of weird has been happening in this whole stupid interaction, really, which is what Kon gets for saving fucking Lex Luthor's life.

Something explodes really loudly in the distance, which is probably the command center that Steel was supposed to be dealing with because all the remaining robots jerk violently and then drop out of the sky like rocks all at once and crash into the ground. Which–thank fuck.

"Hm," Mercy says, holstering her gun as she glances around the smashed-up street and finally gets off Kon. "We might actually make your three o'clock, Mr. Luthor."

"Unfortunate, given that I'm fairly certain my three o'clock is good ol' Brucie Wayne," Luthor says dryly. Hope gets up too and, absolutely inexplicably, offers Kon a hand up. He's so fucking bemused that he actually takes it, and she pulls him to his feet. "That man is absolutely unbearable."

"Mmm, I don't know, Hope and I usually find Mr. Wayne good for a bit of afternoon delight," Mercy drawls, sounding amused.

"Ew," Kon mutters reflexively as he lets go of Hope's hand and makes a face. Then he wonders what the fuck kind of kryptonite that stealth kryptonite is, because picturing two dangerous and gorgeous Amazons making a sandwich out of a slutty Gothamite playboy shouldn't be making him say "ew". Like, that is very literally the last thing that should ever be making him say "ew". Ever.

Seriously, what the fuck.

Luthor looks back over at them.

And then he frowns.

"Hope," he says. "Mercy."

"Yes, sir?" Hope asks.

"What the hell are those?" Luthor says.

Hope and Mercy frown too. Then they look at each other. Look each other over. And . . . pause.

"Oh," Hope says.

"What the fuck," Mercy says.

Kon has no idea what they're all frowning about, but whatever. An annoyed supervillain and his annoyed bodyguards are not his also-annoyed problem, at least not as long as they're not actively trying to murder Kal or blow up Metropolis or whatever. He's just gonna go make sure everybody he actually gives a shit about is okay, and then get back to–

Hope and Mercy's frowns deepen, and then they both flick their eyes towards him.

"Bullshit," Mercy says, her eyes narrowing.

"What, do you think it was one of the drones?" Hope asks dubiously, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a damn man," Mercy says accusingly. "Worse, a damn boy!"

"Excuse you?" Kon says, bristling reflexively. He's technically eighteen, okay? Or at least the rough equivalent of eighteen, whatever.

"I will say, not quite what I pictured for either of your types," Luthor says, looking Kon over with an unimpressed expression.

Oh, gross.

"Annnnnd I'm out," Kon says firmly as he lifts off the ground, because Lex Luthor just checked him out and he needs to go gag now. And like, scrub the entire memory from his brain.

Hope grabs his shoulder and shoves him back down onto his feet.

"You're our soulmate, kid," she says matter-of-factly. Kon . . . blinks.

"The fuck?" he says, and Hope points down at herself. He looks. There's a soulmark wrapped halfway around her right thigh, which is . . . weird, actually, because he doesn't remember her having a soulmark there earlier, especially not such a big and flashy one, and . . .

What the fuck, Kon thinks. He looks over at Mercy and sees the exact same soulmark showing through her stockings in the exact same place on her own thigh. He doesn't remember seeing it there before either.

It's . . . well, it's a soulmark, he guesses. It's gold–like, several different shades of gold, but all of them metallic and gleaming. He can see the shine of the mark even through Mercy's stockings. It looks like a mosaic of a stylized sun, all intricate rays and bright circles and interlocking shapes, and it takes up a hell of a lot of real estate, going all the way from just above their knees to who knows how high up under their skirts. It's . . . well, it's pretty.

Actually, it's beautiful, and Kon kind of wants to touch it. To touch both of them, more specifically, ideally at the same time.

And still not in the pervy way.

So that's a bad sign, definitely.

"Take your pants off," Mercy orders impatiently.

"How about 'hell no'?" Kon says, because yeah he has literally no sense of shame or self-consciousness but Luthor was just eyeballing him like a weirdo and he very much does still want to go make sure nobody he gives a shit about got fucked up by a morally dubious robot or anything. And like–okay, fine, apparently he has soulmates and apparently those soulmates are both drop-dead gorgeous Amazons, but like . . . he doesn't actually give a fuck right now, and also they both work for Lex Luthor, so that kinda doesn't bode well for any kind of long-term relationship or whatever anyway? Like, this is very much about to be another Knockout scenario. Knockout in stereo, even.

Ugh.

"I said take your pants off," Mercy repeats in annoyance.

"Again, hell no," Kon tells her.

Mercy grabs for his belts. Kon dodges her.

"Hey!" he says. Mercy glowers at him. Hope folds her arms.

"It's obviously him, Mercy," she says with a sigh. "We haven't touched anyone else but each other and Lex in at least an hour, and any of us would've triggered a mark long before now."

"He's a child," Mercy bites off.

"I'm eighteen, kind of!" Kon protests indignantly. If he had to forcibly lose sixteen-odd years of his natural lifespan, at least people could fucking acknowledge him as a fucking adult. Like, is that too much to ask?

"You're two," Luthor says dryly. "'Kind of'."

"Oh, fuck you," Kon snaps, scowling at him and also not sure how he feels about the fact that the fucking weirdo actually knows how old he is. Like, why the fuck does he know that?

"A literal child," Mercy says witheringly. "A literal child is our literal soulmate. In a V-shaped triad, of all things!"

Honestly, if somebody'd told Kon half an hour ago that he had two soulmates and said soulmates were a pair of smoking hot older women dressed like professional escorts who could both kick his ass due to being unconfirmed Amazons, and he was the focal point of their V-shaped triad? He would have very literally needed to go have a lie-down until he recovered enough to get some bloodflow back to his brain. And it would've had to be a very, very long lie-down.

Right now, though, it's just like . . . a thing, he guesses. A very weird thing that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, as far as he's concerned.

"Well, he'll mature," Hope says resignedly. "Theoretically."

"Oh, that's a turn-on," Mercy snorts.

"Look, whatever, I'm not into you two either but I'm not being a prick about it, am I?" Kon says in exasperation, folding his arms.

The other three all pause. Then they all turn their heads to look at him.

"You're not?" Luthor says, sounding mystified. "What, neither of them?"

"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no," Kon says, wondering what his life has come to that he's actually answering the asshole supervillain right now.

". . . you know, you could just come out to Superman, it's not actually necessary to so aggressively pretend to be straight," Luthor says dryly, raising an eyebrow at him. Kon, again, wonders how and why this weirdo knows anything about him, much less enough to have an opinion about his sexual orientation and the way he expresses it. "I mean, you'll have to put up with him 'validating your identity' every five minutes, I'm sure, but he isn't going to disown you or whatever nonsense you're expecting."

"I'm bi, asshole, and I am out to Superman," Kon says in exasperation. Who, admittedly, did kind of spend a couple months validating his identity every five minutes after he came out to him, but that's neither here nor there. "It's possible to just not be into someone."

"But you're not into either of them," Luthor says, eyes narrowing in consideration. "And they're your soulmates."

". . . oh gods," Mercy says in horrified realization, putting her hands over her face and staring at Kon through her splayed fingers. "Hope. Hope, are we fucking parents?!"

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

Kon blinks at both of them. Then stares at both of them.

"Are you high?" he says incredulously. "There is literally no damn way!"

"Really? Because it'd be one thing if you weren't sexually attractive to either of them yet," Luthor says, still eyeing him assessingly. "You're barely past jailbait, physiologically speaking, and that's frankly being generous. But neither of them is sexually attractive to you?"

"It's possible to just not be into someone!" Kon protests again. "That doesn't mean they're my moms, for fuck's sake! It could just be, I don't know, platonic or something! Or a sibling bond!"

Not that those options aren't just as weird and doomed as a romantic bond would be, obviously, but at least they'd make more sense than a parental one would.

"Amazons only get sister bonds, brat," Mercy says dubiously, which Kon guesses makes sense but also makes him feel a little–never mind. Never mind how it makes him feel.

He doesn't like how it makes him feel, though. For reasons that he's just . . . not ever gonna examine.

Ever.

"Yeah, well, last I heard nobody ever proved you two were real Amazons anyway," he snaps back defensively, clenching his fists at his sides.

"It's adorable that you think we care what anyone else thinks," Mercy snorts, rolling her eyes.

Kon very literally cannot imagine just not caring what anyone else thinks to that degree. Like–not ever.

Must be nice, though.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #hope taya #mercy graves #lex luthor #wip: amazon kon #internalized misgendering #unintentional misgendering

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plotwhatplot · 8 days ago

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lil scenario i cooked up from my mcr crossover au while writing diabolical shi :)

just lil silly thingz from my crossover au <3 ive been working on this au for like- a week so im glad i can start to make content abt it!

characters: Gerard Way, Daisy (OC), Frank Iero, Ray Toro, killjoys, mikey way, bli hoes

THIS IS NOT RPF, ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED ARE WRITTEN ABOUT IN A FICTIONAL SENSE

so basically i took my mcr au and crossed it w/ the killjoys au which i also weaved in sum of my own headcannons so yeah. also i'd make this into a fic but i think its too silly to write professionally so yah-

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Context: the bitches be taking a trip thru california to visit mikey who was also taking a trip in california and they stay at a crusty ass motel six in the middle of zone 3 and run into the killjoys

Ray: Hi can we book a-

*CRASHHHHHHH*

bli faggot #1: HANDS UP THIS IS AN INVASIO-

*ANOTHER CRASHHHHH*

*KILLJOYS MAKE THEIR CUNTY ENTRANCE*

Fun ghoul: FUCK YOU BASTARD *kills w/ ray gun*

the bitches: wtf-

bli faggot #2: *appears* HEY THAT IS VIOLENCE AGAINST A GOVERNMENT EMPLO-

Jet star: RAAAAAAHHH🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅*rips out faggot #2s internal organs

blie faggot #3: OH HELL NAH I AM SKIDADDLIN MAN I AINT GETTING DUSTED BY A BUNCH OF HOMOSAPIENS🙏🙏🙏(he means homosexuals)

Party poison: GO THEN BITCH WDGAF

bli faggot #4: CAN YALL FUCKERS JUST CUT IT OUT SO WE CAN KILL U

kobra kid: WOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SO UR GONNA KILL A GROUP OF QUEER KIDS??? WOWWWWWW HOW HOMOPHOBIC MAN I THOUGHT U WAS BETTER THAN THIS😔😔😔😔😔😔

bli faggot #4: H-HEY!!! WE'RE NOT HOMOPHOBIC!!!😖😖

Daisy: ok, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE???????

fun ghoul: bli faggots tryna invade the zones again and kill innocent ppl

bli faggot #4 & 5: *points guns at bitches*

bitches and killjoys: *collectively* HEY HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH WO-

Party poison *shoots them both cutely* 🥰🥰🥰🎀🎀🎀🎀

Party poison: ok i think we've killed all of them can we go to ikea now i wanna get a new blahaj 😋😋

Jet star: BITCH U ALREADY HAVE FOUR OF THEM TRANS ASS!

Ray: Ok, can someone PLEASE explain wtf we just witnessed instead of fighting over ikea shark plushies??

Kobra kid: uh so basically theres like this corp called better living industries aka bli and they tryna wipe out all things that rn't bland and emotionless but me and these other fag- i mean dudes are this team of rebels, we're called the fabulous killjoys u can go follow us on insta <3 and uh we basically fight them and shi to protect the zones 👍

*crickets*

Frank: oooookayyyyyy..... so r we.. safe now..???

Fun ghoul: yah

bli faggot #6: *busts😩thru window*

everyone: OH FUCK NA-

Party poison: dw hgs i got this o-

bli faggot #6: *explodes the whole function*

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context: part two of the last one 😭 so like everything explodes and they all somehow survive but since the motel went brrr the killjoys offered the bitches to stay w/ them (lowkey might make this into a fic chat..)

*the bitches squeezed into the back of the transgen- i mean trans am silently as the killjoys sang aeysha erotica aggressively*

Frank: so uh- *ehem* thx uh for the ride and everything but uuuhh were r we going?

Jet star: our hideout

Daisy: wait- what? i thought u were gonna take us to another hotel or smth??

Jet star: oh no, no no no, *eheh* that WAS the only hotel so uhhh yeah its our place or a draculoid mask <3

Ray: wtf is a draculoid mask??

Kobra kid: *turns down radio ever so slightly* looks like i have to be the paragraph guy ?? okayyy uh so its these vampire gorilla mask thingys that when u put it on, u loose all sense of self and reality and u see killjoys or rlly anyone that ISNT brainwashed by bli as like these spider thingys and they have to be "squashed" so its like their way of making killing machines for us

Ray; ........ so im guessing these ppl rlly dont like u guys

Killjoys: yup

Ray: okAy...

Frank: wait so uhh we're going west right? bc we're traveling to a friend in that direction.

Kobra kid: oh uuh- ye- *ugh* wait on sec- *yelling* FOR FUCKS SAKE TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN POISON!!!!!!!

Fun ghoul: OH FUCK U MAN * radio back up*

fun, star, and poison: GOTTA PINK PURSE WITHA RINESTONE BUCKLE KEEP A PINK STUN GUN JST IN CASE IM IN TROUBLE-

Kobra kid: im going to murder u ppl

Party poison: that violence against a transgender individual so that classifys as a hate crime <333

Fun ghoul: DAMN RIGHT MF

the bitches (exept gerard bc he went sleepy): oh my lord...

*FAST FORWARDNMSKUDCNHL*

Daisy: hey gee cmon get up we're here

Gerard: huh- where?

Frank: the killjoys crib hoe now get ur wakey wakey eggs and bakey ass up

Gerard: im sorry did u just say wakey wakey eggs and fucking bakey????

Frank: its called sarcasm dipshit

Gerard: did u just call me a dipshit??????????????????????????

Frank: r u fucking high-

Ray: *already out of the car* GUYS CMON DO U WANNA SIT AND FIGHT IN A CRUSTY ASS CAR ALL EVENING???

Party poison: HEY OUR CAR IS NOT CRUSTY 😤😤😤😤

Jet star: no no it- it is. it is poison.

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context: part 3 everyones in da crib 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥(this was originally all one part but it was too long so i split it💀)

Gerard: so uhh what now? how r we gonna get to mikey?

Daisy: OH SHIT I FORGOT ABT HIM-

Frank: how tf do u forget abt ur brother-in-law?

Daisy: OK WELL- for the record, no offence Gerard-, hes not my legal in law so im allowed to have short term memory loss ok, midget?

Ray Frank and Gee: *side eyeing eachother*

Daisy: what????

Ray: Daisy imma hold ur hand when i say thi-

Gerard: NOPENOPENOPE UR NOT SAYING SHI-

"poison busts😩into the room in a skirt so mini its exiting the stratosphere*

Party poison: I GOT PIZZA MFS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Fun ghoul: IS THAT FUCKING PINEAPPLE

Party poison: uuhh yeah? whats wrong w/ pineapple??? 😭

Fun ghoul: BRO... ITS FRUIT. ON FUCKING PIZZA

Party poison: SO???? TOMATO IS A FRUIT AND ITS ON PIZZA AND NO ONE SAYS SHIT!!!!

Fun ghoul: THATS BC IT DOESNT TASTE LIKE A FRUIT AND MOST PPL R TOO FUCKING STUPID TO EVEN KNOW THAT TOMATO IS A FRUIT!

Jet star: OMG STFU U FAGGOTS ITS JUST PIZZA

Fun ghoul: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL U PPL TO SHUT THE FUCK UP IN ONE DAY?????????????

Kobra kid: WAIT I HAVE A SOLUTION, poison just put fun ghoul on the pizza hes fruity enough and if it doesnt taste good than we know fruit isnt good on pizza🥰🥰🥰🥰

everyone: .....

Gerard: i dont mean to chime in, but WTF kind of mentality is that??💀

Jet star: autism

Fun ghoul: kobra did u just imply that im a homosexual.

Kobra kid: wait ur not?

Party poison: *cunty gasp* FUN GHOUL HOW DARE U LIE SO HARD😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

Frank: yeah imma go get sum fresh air yall brb..

Ray: ugh take me w/ u 😭🙏

Jet star: ok everyone CALM TF DOWN ok😔😔😔 we have guests!!

Fun ghoul: idgaf let them burn <3

Kobra kid: FUN GHOUL!!!!!!😡😡😡

Daisy: type shi

Gerard: ok sooo uuuhhhhh seriously how r we gonna get to my brother??

Party poison: depends, where in cali is he?

Gerard: uhhh palmmm desert i think?

Party poison: DAYUM that is FARRRRR *bites hair in cunt*

Kobra kid: dont yall have a car or smth hoes???

Daisy: it exploded along w/ everything within a 20 feet radius of the motel 💀

Kobra kid: ohhh ritghhgttt shorry😋😋😋😋😋

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ok i have zero ideas on how to continue this so imma repost to my main blog and hopefully yall could gimme sum feedback or ideas 🙏🙏🙏

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